CHAPTER 28: The Virgin Returns, Part 5
With a jerk, the cock in my mouth spurts, shooting hot cum over the back of my throat. I manage not to gag, swallowing hard, just in time to hear the guy pumping my pussy grunt. Colour washes over him as, red-faced in the heat and steam, he shoots his load into me.
He is immediately replaced by ‘knee-holder-man’ who already looks as though he is ready to blow. Obviously, working himself and watching me being fucked has taken him a long way along the route to blowing off, because after only perhaps half a minute of pumping me, with a gasp and a heave, he cums and I get another load of cum in my pussy.
The guy behind me, still with his erection pressing into the small of my back, mutters into my ear. “My turn, Charlotte.”
I twist out of his arms and settle, kneeling between his legs, wrapping my mouth around his cock. I lick away bubbles and the seeping fluid from the head, starting at the base and working my way up the full length of the trembling erection.
The salty-sweet taste of pre-cum and the odd taste of the scented bubbles, mix on my tongue as I suck and lap at the soft skin, working up and down with my fingers, squeezing with my mouth and lips.
Hands take me by the hips, and knees behind me part my feet. Quickly glancing back, I see Michael taking his place behind me, his cock probing my swollen pussy lips. Reaching around as he penetrates me, he works my clit with his hands, building up my arousal, sending fire pulsing through my belly and loins.
The cock in my mouth jerks and pulses, hot cream again flooding my mouth, dripping from my lips into the foam.
I am aflame. Free now to concentrate on Michael’s fucking of me, and his rubbing and tweaking of my bud, climax pools within me, building the familiar tension, the pressure, the on-coming release.
Moaning uncontrollably, unable to do anything but revel in the experience, I wallow in my rising orgasm, writhing and twisting under the gaze of the men around me.
A cock pushes at my lips. It is my Master. Instantly I take it, engulfing it as deeply as I am able, moving my head up and down before my Master grasps my head, holding me still, instead thrusting himself deep into my mouth. His flow is already strong, and I know that he is ready to come.
My climax explodes over me. I want to cry out but am gagged by my Master’s shaft. A muffled scream bursts from my throat as my pulsating cunt erupts, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me, rippling through clit and stomach and thighs.
My Master cums, his load filling my mouth and throat, as I try uselessly to scream out. At some level I am aware that Michael is also cumming, his hips and balls banging against me as he fills me with his hot cream.
My Master and Michael both withdraw from me, and finally free to move, I simply remain still on my knees, sagging over the edge of the pool. Strong arms lift me and sit me on a step, comfortably half immersed in bubbly waters.
I finally regain my breath. “Oh, Guys. That was incredible. Thank you.”
Laughter bursts out in all directions.
“Thank you, she says!”
“Thank you, Charlotte.”
“Any time Girlie. Say the word and we’ll be here.”
My Master and Michael simply sit opposite me, watching. My Master looks slightly bemused, Michael an odd mixture of pleased and sad.
What could make him sad?
After the party breaks up, my Master pipes up. “Charlotte. if you check your bank account, you will find it looking a lot healthier again. This evening should have gone a long way towards getting you that car.”
It takes me a moment to get the significance of what he has just said. “They paid? They paid to see me again?”
“Of course they paid. Do you think I’d let them at you like that, without your getting something out of it?”
I reflect on the crashing orgasm I had in the jacuzzi and the enormous fun of it all. “Well, to be honest, I got quite a lot out of it anyway.”
“Good! Even better. But seriously Charlotte, if you are willing - if you want to do something like this every few weeks; visit me and Michael and play our games together, you will easily be able to earn enough to make your ride through college very easy indeed.”
Michael is saying nothing, but nods thoughtfully.
“Every few weeks?” I try to clarify what is meant.
“Say once a month? A weekend with us? Michael and I love your company.” He hesitates. “I think you enjoy ours?”
“Oh yes!” I nod vigorously. “I came this weekend, didn’t I? And I do so want to see you both again.”
“And play games with the other men?”
“Yes. Not all the time of course, but it’s nice as a…” I struggle for the words. “… As a... treat.”
Both men laugh at my choice of phrase. “Very well then. Once a month, you visit us for companies and treats.”
Later, my Master and Michael drive me to the train station. My Master kisses me on the cheek and the forehead, hugging me around the shoulders. “See you in a few weeks. I’ll look forward to it.”
“Me too, Master.”
Michael holds me tight, kissing me on the lips. He holds the kiss, his hands curling up into my hair. As he releases me, he looks first down and then into my face. “See you soon Charlotte.”
He almost steps away, then at the last moment, embraces me tightly and, mouth close by my ear whispers “Come back soon, Charlotte.”
“I will. I will.”
His embrace stretches out and finally, he whispers “I love you, Charlotte.”
My heart drops. I am very fond of Michael, but...
I sense the disappointment when I do not reply the way he hopes. His body sags a little, but as he pulls away, he is smiling. Are his eyes a little glossy?
“Bye Guys. See you in a few weeks.” I wave, turn and walk into the station.