13 comments/ 75805 views/ 20 favorites Sweet Catherine's First Time By: coolomon "Don't Raymond..!" young Catherine uttered as she tried to push at the hand forcing its way under her new uniform. "I said no!" she cried under her breath and she searched back over her shoulder where she could see the silhouette of her father at the front window. "Come on – you let Reece and Des have a feel," Raymond argued as he reached as far as her panties and could feel the heat from her pussy through them. Reece and Des were two of his workmates from the supermarket. Catherine had started work there two weeks ago and they had both kissed her and felt her up. "But I didn't let them touch me down there," Catherine complained. She had also clamped her thighs together and managed to wriggle across against the passenger door - free of his hand for the moment. "Plus my dad's right there watching!" "But he can't see anything," Raymond laughed. It was dark and his car windows were tinted. Her old man was there trying to spy through the blinds but there's no way he could see inside the car. Raymond pulled Catherine close and kissed her again. She didn't try to fight against that and he pushed his tongue into her mouth while feeling her through her dress. He squeezed one boob and felt for the nipple, causing her to moan and thrust her chest forward. Neither Reece nor Des had been able to get into her pants either. Reece had felt her through her bra though. He had bragged about getting that far with her when he drove her home on her second night at work. Then Des had scored with her on a date after just one week. He had bragged to all the guys how he had felt her up underneath her bra and that she had touched his dick – only through his shorts though! Raymond was determined to out-do them and he didn't want to have to exaggerate to do it. There was a street light above the car that was offering enough visibility and while he continued kissing her he was working at the buttons on her uniform... He got two of them undone before her hand closed over his wrist... "Just let me have a little look," he said to her. "Just lift up your bra and show me..." He was pulling her dress off her shoulder and Catherine looked back at the front window again. Her dad was still there but he had turned around and it looked like he was talking on the phone... She turned back to the guy who had taken her to the mall after work for a thick shake and driven her home. He had her dress pulled down and he was tugging underneath her bra... She lifted forward a bit to help him and he pulled her bra up over her little breasts, baring them completely. Then he pulled her dress down further and opened it more, and he just sat there staring at her boobs. "Fucking awesome!" Raymond said under his breath, then he squeezed one of them and felt Catherine tense up and kind of shudder... He smiled and looked at her face but she was looking down at his hand with her eyes wide and her hands gripping both edges of the passenger seat... He looked back at her boobs and squeezed the other one, making her body shudder again as she sucked in a breath. "Do you want to touch my dick?" he asked her. Catherine shook her head. "No thanks." "Why not? You touched it for Des." "Did he say that?" Catherine uttered as she started tugging at her bra, trying to fix it back into place. "Are you going to tell about this too?" she asked indignantly, although the idea of the boys at work talking about her was exciting. "I won't tell," Raymond lied, and while she was busy fixing the top of her uniform he felt up under it again – that time catching her thighs slightly apart and getting his fingers right into the crotch of her panties before she clamped them together and started squirming to get away. "Don't..!" she cried under her breath but he had his hand wedged in there and he was rubbing into her, feeling through the crotch of her panties how hot she was inside. "Stop that..!" she said more forcefully that time and she somehow got her legs up and her knee into Raymond's chest... She got the passenger door open and jumped out of the car. "God, my dad's right there!" she scolded and she brushed her uniform down and slammed the car door shut right in Raymond's face. Catherine raked at her hair and tried to compose herself. The car sped off and the front door opened. "Is that you Catherine?" her dad called out. "Yes it's me. But what are you doing spying at the window like that dad? How embarrassing!" "I'll spy out the window anytime I damn well please young lady! Who was that in the car?" "It was just a guy from work," Catherine said as she brushed by and into the house. "And where have you been?" her father called after her. "Your shift finished two hours ago!" "God – I went to the mall... I'm 18 now so I don't have to tell you everything I do. I'm not a child anymore!" "Well you're my child and I want to know you're safe," her dad grumped. "It wouldn't hurt you to call if you're going to be late!" He had cornered Catherine in the kitchen. He was such a pain with his overbearing, authoritarian attitude. He was the town Police Chief and he was still in uniform as he stood there like smoke was about to start puffing out of his ears. Catherine snapped to attention and gave him a salute. "Yes sir!" she said defiantly, knowing full well that was the fastest way to piss him off. Then she squeezed past him and ran to her room. She flopped on the bed and lay staring at the floral wallpaper that had to go one day. Her dad made her angry but that minor distraction faded away while she remembered the feel of Raymond's hand on her boob... She felt her boobs and giggled to herself. What was the fascination? It seemed every boy she let kiss her would want to feel them or look at them. It seemed every boy she met would glance down at them or stand there staring at her chest half the time. Catherine was a pretty girl. She was tall and slender with long blond hair and a nice, slightly impish smile. And not that she was completely mischievous – it's just that she was curious about everything boys did and she liked to see their reactions to the way she looked. She also noticed that sometimes older men would be staring at her and she was curious about that too... She thought of this one married guy from down the street who always checks her out. She imagined being felt up by him in his car as she closed her eyes and slipped her hand down the front of her panties. And it wasn't as if she had never been touched down there... She had been fingered by a boy right there on her bed one afternoon. Plus there was the time she was visiting an unmarried aunt for summer vacation and there had been a water bunny vibrator accidentally left in the shower... Well after giving that a scrub there was only one thing to do with it, and although it would have been a good six inches long she managed to get it in all the way to the bunny ears. Unfortunately it only gave a little buzz before the batteries fizzed out but the feel of it sliding in and out was interesting... Although not really exciting! It was kind of like when the boy was sticking his finger in – just pushing it up inside and feeling around – more invasive and uncomfortable than anything that was going to lead to one of the little orgasms that she could quite easily bring on with her own fingers. Catherine's mind switched back to the married guy from down the street and the wonderful things he would surely know how to do to her. She imagined him forcing her legs open and using his tongue instead of his finger, when there was a soft knock at her bedroom door and her mother called, "are you there Catherine?" "Yes mom," Catherine called back, scooting up the bed as the door was opening. Her mother poked her head around the door. "Anne called earlier... Apparently her brother is going to pick you up from work tomorrow. Do you need some money?" "No – I'm fine mom. Thanks!" Catherine was to spend the holiday weekend with her new girlfriend Anne. What she hadn't mentioned to her parents is that Anne was spending the holiday weekend at her uncle's villa, about 12 hours down the coast. Anne's brother was picking her up to give her a lift to the train station, not to their house across town. Catherine regretted misleading her mother but there was not a hope in hell of her father agreeing to her taking an overnight train trip alone. That argument just wasn't worth having! Getting picked up from work complicated things a little however. It meant she would have to pack and take her bag to work with her. And that meant getting busy right then. Although as she sorted through her wardrobe she decided that there wasn't much to it really. There would be days at the beach and Anne had said the parties would either be there or at a neighbour's pool. So all she really needed was her two bikinis and a couple of skirts and tops to go with them. The next day dragged until after classes, then Catherine rushed home and got her bag - intending to breeze back out the door with a hug and kiss for her dad to stop him from arguing about giving her a lift to Anne's house himself - since he was home and had nothing else to do... He was actually very nice and Catherine loved him to bits in spite of having to trick him sometimes. She let him drive her to work instead and gave him an extra big hug. Throughout her shift the guys were looking over at her and laughing amongst themselves. She knew they were talking about her and probably comparing notes on how far each of them had gotten. And that affected her, causing her to feel herself blushing with embarrassment every time one of them would walk past her checkout. It made no difference at the end of her shift when Des cornered her in the staff room though. He had closed the door and had her backed against it. Then he started kissing her and her legs went all tingly. He forced his tongue in her mouth and she melted into him. Then he started feeling her boobs and she couldn't move. She just let him do it while he teased her about Raymond having a look at them the night before and how he and Reece should be allowed to have a look as well. She just stood there while he pulled at the front of her uniform and had a look down it... He stretched her bra out as well and could see her nipples – which were hard. "Yeah – nice," he grinned, and she just blushed – so he kissed her again. And that time he smoothed his hand down over her belly and grabbed her between the legs – and Catherine moaned into his mouth and relaxed, allowing her thighs to part... She clung to his shoulders because she couldn't stand up without holding onto him. She opened her legs more so that he could do what he wanted. They were blocking the door and couldn't be seen through the window. If he wanted to finger her she was going to let him but suddenly his name was called out over the loud speaker to assist in the car park. "Fuck!!" he said and Catherine just smiled at him, biting her lip submissively. He then worked around the edge of her panties and forced his middle finger up into her. But the manager announced his name again and Catherine just closed her eyes and relaxed her legs a bit wider. He had his finger all the way in and he was jiggling it around with the palm of his hand inadvertently rubbing against her clit. "Fuck – I have to go!" he groaned and he jiggled a bit more then pulled his finger out and wiped it on her inner thigh... Then he shifted her aside and pulled the door open to hurry out to the car park and collect trolleys. Catherine was in a bit of a trance as she picked up her bag and walked out the back to wait for her ride. It was only a few minutes before Anne's brother turned up in his old Dodge pickup and she was squashed in between him and his best buddy. She could still feel her own wetness on her thigh and she hadn't thought to fix her uniform from having hiked up a bit when she slid into the middle of the seat. Her panties weren't quite on display but they nearly were, and her leg was being touched every time Anne's brother changed gears. She had her legs together on one side of the gear stick but it was one of those big long ones that stem up from the floor and she didn't have much room between it and the other guy's big hairy thigh. The other guy was Brett and Anne's brother was Adrian. Brett was fat but Adrian was built. His huge bicep was stretching the sleeve of his t-shirt. He worked at a lumber yard – chopping down trees and lugging them around on his shoulder, Catherine imagined as she sat there dreamily taking in the scent of them both. "How 'bout we make Nev ride in back and you come on down with us instead of catching the train?" Adrian suggested at one point. Nev was Anne's boyfriend. He was yet to be picked up. "No thanks... I'm looking forward to my train adventure," Catherine answered sweetly. "It will be nice to see you down there though..." That half hour ride had passed in a daze for Catherine. They were already at the train station and the guys left her there with her bag and sped off whistling back at her and whooping it up... Still in a bit of a daze she boarded the train that was there waiting and got her seat beside an old woman who must have been 50. The carriage was pretty full. There were two seats either side of the narrow aisle, all facing forward. By the time the train departed half an hour later it was getting dark. Catherine slept for a few hours then woke to find some of the passengers had gone. There had been several stops and not everyone was going all the way down the coast. She decided to get changed out of her work uniform. The next carriage along was for sleeping berths. They were like small rooms with the aisle along one side lined with big windows that were all open, and there were people sitting on the ledges smoking. She edged her way along the aisle being thrown from side to side as the old carriage lurched and swayed. It was a very old train with the full range of clanks, clunks and unexpected jolts. At the end of the sleeping car was a bathroom that was big enough to get changed and it even had a mirror. Catherine had brought a pair of track pants and a light sweater. That morning she had chosen a frumpy old bra that her mother had picked out for her. It was ugly and huge but it was really comfortable to sleep in. She suddenly blushed at the thought of Des looking down her front earlier – and the fact he would have seen it! After getting changed into her travel clothes she explored further and found the dining car where she used her ID to buy a can of rum and coke. But just one! To add to the adventure and all... She also bought a meal and sat there in the dining car to eat. The walk back to her seat was even more fun with the rather strong rum drink having gone directly to her brain and adding considerably to the swaying and lurching of the train. She had her work uniform in a plastic bag with the soap and deodorant she had used, and she was carrying a can of soda in her other hand and kind of bumping her way from side to side along the narrow aisles. Then when she got to the sleeper car with a few men smoking she had to apologise for bumping into each one of them. Or rather, giggle and apologise... Two of the men were cheerful and polite about it. The last one was smiling too but he caught her and held onto her with his hands upon her waist and his fingers pressing firmly enough to tickle a little bit. And that of course made Catherine jump and spill her soda on the guy's shirt - which led to her having to apologise again, and to him keeping hold of her for even longer. She was being thrust about by the lurching of the train and being forced against him. His hands were moving upon her body. His thumb was pressing right up under her right boob and his other hand was squeezing her hip with his long bony fingers kneading her butt a little bit. "You ok?" he asked, grinning down at her. "I'm fine thanks," Catherine uttered in reply. "I'm so sorry about your shirt though..." "So, you're travelling alone yeah?" "Uh huh... It's fun so far." "Yeah good! Do you smoke?" "Umm – no thanks," Catherine returned politely as he offered her a cigarette. He had also released her so she moved along but as she did his hand lowered and he gave her a little pat on the butt – which caused her to glance back and smile out of confusion. And he grinned again and gave her a wink. Falling back over the legs of the women into her window seat, Catherine giggled to herself. She just had her bum squeezed by a man who must have been at least 35. And he looked like a business man too. He wasn't some scumbag lowlife. He was dressed in a suit and she could see him back in his seat with his phone and laptop obviously doing something important! She suddenly saw herself as the wife of a man like that. Not just a supermarket checkout chick, but a serious, attractive woman throwing dinner parties and stuff. It was a fantasy that Catherine indulged for a little while as the train clanked along and the guy kept looking back at her. He was two rows ahead with an aisle seat. The one beside him was vacant, as were more than half the seats in the carriage after about a third of the journey... Catherine kept blushing and smiling every time the guy caught her looking. Then after a while longer he went for a walk again and she assumed he was smoking but he was gone for longer than that. Eventually curiosity got the better of her and she decided she needed some chips and another soda. She edged her way to the end of the carriage and looked around into the next one and there he was sitting on the same window ledge with a hot dog and a beer... She steeled herself to walk by casually but the train was still lurching and she was being tossed from side to side. Then when she tried to squeeze past him he swayed against her and touched her sweater with his ketchup dripping hotdog. "Oops!" he said with a grin. The mark was on her breast and he pulled out a handkerchief like he had it planned. "Sorry about that," he said evenly and he started dabbing at the ketchup. Catherine stood still and watched his hand move. Her nipple had firmed and was even prominent through her big bra. He was holding her sweater with one hand and wiping with the other. The stationary hand was sort of cupping her breast and his bony fingers were pressing in, feeling her a little bit. "Do you have another sweater? You might have to take this one off and rinse it." "I have another top in my bag," Catherine answered, as if she would do as she was told. The train then lurched severely and she was pinned against the wall with the guy's hand covering her breast, and he massaged it and pinched her nipple quite deliberately. "Don't!" she said, wriggling away from him but meeting his grin. "You can't just do that..." she challenged playfully. "Sorry," he said, though he was obviously not sorry at all. "Why don't you go and change and I'll give you some money to buy a new sweater to replace that ruined one." "But I ruined your shirt – so we're even aren't we?" Catherine shot back. Her confidence was up and she was feeling very flattered to have captured the interest of a mature man. "I'll go and get another top," she said and she went back to her seat. The lights had been turned down for people to sleep so she had to go by feel and she pulled a top from the bundle of clothes in her bag. She only had a few tank tops to choose from anyway because that's all she had packed. She took it back and squeezed past the guy quickly before he could grab and tickle her. There was one other man there smoking who was from the seat behind Catherine's. She met his look and blushed as she sneaked past and into the bathroom. The train actually stopped while she was in there so it was easier to get changed. She pulled her sweater off and rinsed the stain – which would be fine. She then slipped the tank top on and looked in the mirror horrified. It was a top she usually wore with a bikini and the cut under her arms revealed the big thick bra strap as well as the side of the cup... There was no way she could go out there dressed like that! Sweet Catherine's First Time She checked her sweater again but it was half wet and the stain was still prominent. She then looked in the mirror again and turned this way and that, trying to convince herself it wasn't that bad. "Oh God no..." she whined under her breath as the train jolted into motion again. She then took a breath and pulled off the top and bra, then she put the top back on braless... She checked in the mirror to find that apart from being quite revealing, it didn't look too bad at all. From the side her breast was visible – the full side of it and very obviously, but her nipple was still covered. She wrapped her bra in the sweater and took another breath. Then she opened the door and stepped out to find the guy from the seat behind still there smoking. He looked straight down at her breasts and she froze for a second and just blushed. He met her eyes again then looked back down at them and she kind of waited while he had a good look. Then she squeezed past and approached the other man. He smiled as he looked up from her breasts. And she smiled back at him and tried to quickly duck past but he caught her around the waist with an arm. "What's the password?" he said to her and his long bony fingers pressed into her side making her squirm and giggle. "There's no password," Catherine laughed but he held her there. Then his hand lifted and closed over her breast so she clutched at his arm but she didn't say anything. "Sure there's a password. There's always a password when you need to get by," he teased and he wrapped his other arm around her from behind and closed that hand over her other breast. He was feeling them both and playing with her nipples. Mostly it was just through her little top but his fingers were reaching beneath her arms and he was feeling her in through there as well. Catherine was holding his arms, sort of pulling at them but not really trying. She was watching the other man who was standing there staring, and when his eyes lifted and met hers she couldn't look away – all she could do was blush deeper at the fact that one complete stranger was watching another stranger feel her up. Suddenly she snapped out of it and wriggled to get away. "Stop it!" she said to the guy and she squirmed from his bear hug and pushed him to arms length. His expression had changed from playful to quite serious and he still had hold of her wrists. "Don't..." she implored of him that time. "Let me go please?" He nodded and gave another of those little winks as he released one of her arms – his eyes lowering to her breasts again and his smile returning before releasing the other. Catherine returned to her seat to find the woman gone and only four other people still there up the back of the carriage. She tucked her legs up and closed her eyes to sleep. Then some time later she woke to the feel of a hand on her breast again. She didn't move or turn to see who it was. She could tell by how bony the hand was. She remained facing the window and pretended to be sleeping while he felt up under her top and softly massaged her bare breasts that time... He was feeling both and playing with her nipples – making her belly tingle and her heart thump. She maintained the pretence of sleep for a while but then he started feeling for the top of her pants and he found his way underneath the waist band. He felt his way down to the top of her panties and slipped his bony fingers underneath. At that point Catherine couldn't help squirming a bit. She turned her body slightly, allowing him better access to her. His fingers then reached her clit and he rubbed it some... He was opening her pussy lips and rubbing in right on her little button, and she squirmed over further and parted her legs slightly. He then reached underneath and pushed a long bony finger up inside of her, and as he did that he took her hand and placed it on his penis. Which was also long and bony, although it was actually hard and soft at the same time – and really hot. He was alternating between rubbing her clit and fucking her with the length of his finger and he was humping her hand and she was holding his dick and moving her hand back and forth – like she knew boys liked... She was hoping she was doing it right and that was distracting her from what he was doing... Which felt nice and all, but before she reached one of her orgasms she felt his dick swell and begin to throb. He had arched his body up and she could feel the pulses of hot fluid slurping onto her belly. He was holding her still with his finger all the way inside of her and she suddenly felt young and inexperienced, and she didn't know why but she decided to pretend to have an orgasm. It was as if she had failed if she didn't have one - as if she was too young and not woman enough to get off like that. In any event she moaned a little and squirmed down on his hand like it was really happening the way it did when she was alone in her bedroom. She could feel his semen running between her breasts and dripping from her neck and side. The train was stopping though and her lover quickly gathered his laptop and bag and departed the train, leaving her lying in his cum and feeling completely confused. The train only stopped for a moment then jolted into motion again. Catherine was wiping at her chest as best she could with her hand. She was thinking to go to the bathroom and clean up but suddenly the man from the seat behind sat down beside her and immediately groped her breasts. He was rough and forceful and she was petrified as he took her hand and shoved it inside the fly of his pants. He lifted her top and leant right over to suck on her breast but suddenly he was gone and there was a huge thumping sound. Behind him was another man who punched him again and sent him flying backwards into the aisle. When he got up and turned to run the second man booted him and sent him sprawling face first that time, telling him to fuck off. "Are you all right miss?" he asked Catherine. "Uh huh..." she swooned. He was a huge, powerful man and she was tingling all over – just about having that orgasm after all. A woman appeared beside him. "Are you sure you're ok?" she asked. "Do you want to come to the bathroom and clean up?" It seemed they were husband and wife and Catherine was just dumbstruck... The wimpy scumbag who had just groped her was forgotten about and the other guy wasn't much better... "Come on let's get some tissues and see if we can clean some of that off you," the woman said taking Catherine by the hand. The man led off towards the bathroom in case scumbag was still hanging around. Catherine followed along with his wife, and with that impish, mischievous little grin lighting up her face and with her pretty green eyes completely star struck! After cleaning up Catherine slept for the rest of the journey with her hero and his wife taking the two seats across the aisle and both of them smiling over every time she stirred to see where the train had stopped. In the morning when the train finally reached her destination she thanked them and bade them goodbye. There she was greeted by her girlfriend Anne who led her to a rusty old car where her uncle was waiting. They got in the back seat together and left him alone up front. "This is my Uncle Lester," Anne said, almost apologetically. Lester grinned back at Catherine and quickly looked her over. He was fat and sweaty with thick glasses and a bald head except for a frizzy gray patch over each ear. "Hi," Catherine said, offering a smile in return. "You can put your eyes back in their sockets now uncle," Anne said. "See – I told you," she giggled at Catherine. On the walk to the car she had warned Catherine that her uncle would like the fact that she was braless under her top. Catherine had thought about putting a bikini top on after the lady on the train had helped her clean up but she decided she liked the reaction from the two scumbags – at least she liked the way they looked at her, and the way the first one had touched her... Mostly she just liked the way they had gone crazy over her and she was enjoying the reaction of Uncle Lester too. She was sitting across on the passenger side and he was constantly glancing back at her as he was driving. Which was keeping her nipples hard and distracting her from what Anne was raving on about... Apparently there was a party to go to and her brother Adrian was going to be there. He had been asking about Catherine and trying to find out if she had a boyfriend. "What did you say?" Catherine asked, her interest sparking at the mention of Adrian. Anne shrugged. "I told him to ask you himself if he wanted to know." "Well I haven't," Catherine pointed out. "What about that guy from work – Des?" "He's not my boyfriend. He's just..." Uncle Lester was looking around and Catherine met his grin with a little blush. "He's just a friend," she said to Anne. "Well if you're going to hook up with my brother you can spare me the details... Yuk!" Catherine wanted to ask if Anne thought he wanted to hook up but not with Uncle Lester listening. He smiled back at them. "You can give me the details if you like. I won't mind," he chuckled. "Eww. Don't be an old sleaze!" Anne complained but Catherine met his smile with another little blush. "I need to get changed if it's going to be a whole hour before we get there," she said to Anne. "It's too hot in these pants." "I won't look if you want to get changed back there," Lester offered quickly. "Yeah – you wish!" Anne shot back at him. "Can we stop at a gas station soon?" "We'd have to get off the expressway. That'd be another half hour round trip to get back on it." "I can do it without anyone seeing," Catherine said to Anne. "I can put my skirt on over the top and then take these off underneath." "There – you see," Lester declared. "Nothing to it..." "Well go on then!" Anne said, as if she had to give her permission or something. Catherine's bag was on the front seat and she reached over and got a skirt out of it, making sure that Uncle Lester didn't see her bra or any other intimates. Then she pulled the skirt on and undid her track pants underneath. She tugged them down with Uncle Lester watching back over his shoulder and she had to lift her butt to do it. She wriggled the pants down past her knees and pulled them off her feet, all the while keeping her skirt in place and her knees together. Lester had gotten a glimpse of her little white panties at one point but he was more pleased with the view of her tits. He had been checking them out the whole time and enjoying the way they were pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top. Then as she reached over to put her pants in her bag he saw a nice firm little nipple through her arm hole. Her top was being stretched and distorted against the seat she was leaning over, and the arm hole was gaping and exposing her young titty completely. Then when she sat back down chatting with his niece she had her legs swayed towards him and he actually had a nice view up her skirt... He had to look quite distinctly to take advantage of the view but he noticed she didn't seem to mind. She just had a cute little blush that deepened a bit each time he looked down at her legs. This was going to be an interesting weekend Lester decided over the course of the hour drive back to his villa. He was ten years divorced and not getting much action. He liked living near the beach because of the hot bikini girls, but this was the first time his unfortunately unattractive niece had actually brought one home to stay. "Come on I'll show you our room," Anne said as she took Catherine's hand and led her inside. "It's just you and me... My brother's renting a house with his friends right on the beach. We can go next door and use the pool anytime we want though." It was a small villa – just the two bedrooms and a basic layout for kitchen, bathroom etc. It was tucked away behind a huge waterfront mansion where the pool was that they could use. That was owned by a very friendly novelist who was there cleaning the pool when Catherine was dragged over to the back fence. He was a man of about 35 named Jason. He was married but his wife was overseas and he had broad shoulders, a firm body and a nice smile, Catherine noticed. He couldn't see her behind the fence but she did her best to smile at him as he and Anne chatted... 'Another yummy man,' she was thinking to herself. 'My God they're everywhere!' Or perhaps she was just noticing them everywhere at the moment. And there was something in that – some sort of a glow she was giving off that Jason was picking up on as he tried to concentrate on what Anne was talking about. Jason had just gotten off the phone with his wife. She had been overseas for a month and wouldn't be back for another three. He had been married for only five years and usually maintained an appropriate, if a little forced, disinterest in the girls who used his pool... This one would be a challenge, he decided – just by the playfully sexy look in her eyes and a smile that was dangerously enticing. "He is sooo hot!" Anne drooled when she dragged Catherine back away from the fence. "His wife's like this supermodel though... Wait till you see her photos in their house. She's sooo perfect!" The party that afternoon was at the house Anne's brother was staying in. It was right on the beach and open to anyone walking by as long as they brought their own drinks and food. Anne was all over her boyfriend and Catherine ended up meeting lots of new friends and dancing and chatting all day. She also had a few drinks and had a constant buzz without actually getting drunk. Adrian had been around a fair bit chatting with her and getting more and more familiar as the day went on. He had progressed from the occasional touch of her back or arm when he spoke to her, to holding onto her with his hand resting upon her hip and his arm sort of around her. He was definitely signalling to the other guys that Catherine was his... It seemed the hook up was on! Catherine went with it willingly. Excitedly in fact. He was the hottest guy there by far and she liked how polite and courteous he was. When one of the other guys were involved he would carry on like a usual boy but when no one was around he became more mature. The first time he kissed Catherine she was squashed on the end of the lounge with about four other people sitting on it as well. She was against the arm rest and Adrian was sitting next to her. Then there was another girl and boy cuddling and Adrian's friend Brett was sitting on the end. He was watching and Catherine actually maintained eye contact with him while Adrian was kissing her. He looked like the fat geeky boy who never got a girl and she felt sorry for him. "I've got to go soon," Adrian said, coming up for a breath. "We've got monster truck rally tickets and it starts in about half an hour." "That sounds like fun," Catherine said as he kissed her again. "I'd ask you to come but it's sold out." "Oh no, that's ok... I'm really tired anyway." Catherine was tired but she would have liked to go with him. Instead she ended up leaving Anne there and going back to Uncle Lester's villa alone. Which was fine because she kind of liked Uncle Lester. Sure he was a pervert but he wasn't sleazy about it. He was actually totally up front and made it fun. "So - any details for me about getting it on with young Adrian?" he grinned as soon as Catherine walked in the front door. He was kicked back on his couch with his feet up watching TV. His googly eyes looked so funny through his thick round glasses and his smile was disarming. He was only joking but was probably hoping for some details just the same. "Well he kissed me but he wouldn't take me to the truck rally," Catherine explained. "He wouldn't! What's the matter with him?" "I don't know. I would have gone!" "Hmm... Maybe he's gay after all. I always suspected being such a pretty boy." "No I don't think he's gay," Catherine laughed. "Well he's stupid then! And anyway – come sit down we'll see if there's something to watch." "Oh - thank you but I'm really sleepy and I might just have a bath and go to bed if that's ok?" "Sure love... There's clean towels in the linen cupboard in the bathroom... I'll keep the volume down." Catherine soaked in the bath for an hour with the effect of the alcohol wearing off. She had brought a satin chemise to wear to bed and she put that on but she didn't worry about the robe she had brought. Instead, she went out to say good night to Uncle Lester feeling naughty and with her nipples firming against the satin as she walked. Lester noticed them as soon as she appeared in the doorway – little points in the shiny fabric. She was standing there wringing her hands in front, seemingly in thought over what to do or say. He looked down at her long slender legs and wondered whether she had on panties under her sleepwear. He contemplated that for a moment then lifted his gaze to her little titties again and finally to meet her eyes and embarrassed little smile. She approached and bent to kiss his cheek, and as she did he got a quick flash down her front and saw her young tits and all the way down to her pink and blue panties – they were soft cotton ones nice and comfy for sleeping he imagined. "Goodnight," she said sweetly, turning and walking from the room with a glance back over her shoulder and a cute little blush. Catherine hopped into bed squirming and pressing her hand down between her thighs. She knew she had just flashed Uncle Lester and she was tingling all over. She ended up rubbing herself to a warm little orgasm as she thought of that and remembered the guy on the train. Then she drifted off and didn't wake until late the next morning. Anne was at breakfast in the kitchen and after eating they took towels and suntan lotion to the beach. They spent the morning there and didn't see any of the guys until after lunch when the party was at the big mansion next to the villa. There were quite a few people from the beach party the day before and Jason, the owner of the house, was sort of in the background chatting every now and then but he never got undressed and went for a swim or anything. Catherine ended up with another buzz from a few drinks, and she was being kissed in the corner of a room with a pool table where there were four other boys who had stopped playing to watch. Adrian was a bit drunk too and he was getting carried away. He was biting her neck and he started feeling her boobs. She maintained eye contact with the fat geeky boy Brett again, and the other three started cheering Adrian on. She was only wearing a skirt and bikini and he was rubbing her boobs so much that he stretched her bikini top up over them. She was then on display for the other boys but she didn't say anything yet. She let Adrian keep kissing her and feeling her boobs while they watched. Then Adrian rubbed his hand down over her belly and felt up under her skirt. "Yeah go for it..." one of them said and Catherine felt herself blushing but her head was woozy from the drinks and she just held onto Adrian's shoulder while he forced his finger up inside of her. She just watched their faces as Adrian fingered her. He was banging her hard and fast with his hand slapping against her and a warm tingly feeling was building inside. What he was doing felt nice but it was even more exciting with the other boys watching. They couldn't see under her skirt but they could hear his hand slapping against her and her top was still stretched up over her boobs. And Catherine found herself making eye contact with Brett again. He would look down at her breasts for a bit then look up again. And looking into his eyes made her orgasm build and build. Sweet Catherine's First Time It was almost there when suddenly Adrian lifted her up and kicked open another door. It was an office with a small couch and he dumped her there and pulled down his shorts as he pushed the door closed. Catherine's orgasm was ebbing away unrealised and he knelt over her and forced his penis into her mouth... She didn't know what to do but she knew enough to roll her lips over her teeth, and fortunately he started thrusting and it was just a matter of holding him away enough that he didn't force it into her throat. And to try and breathe when his belly wasn't squashing her nose. "Oh fuck yes," he groaned and he started thrusting faster. His penis was getting bigger and harder and Catherine had to close her hand all the way around it so it wouldn't go too far into her mouth. She also started licking it a bit and sucking on the big spongy dome. Which just made him go even more crazy thrusting and jiggling and then he was suddenly still and his penis got even bigger and harder, and then Catherine's eyes widened as the first pulse of his cum hit the roof of her mouth and squirted down into her throat. That made her gag a bit but he held her in place and his penis continued to throb and more and more of his cum flooding into her mouth. Catherine let it happen. She had pulled back a bit and she waited until he had finished then she closed her eyes and swallowed more deliberately... Then she sort of sucked him a bit more and felt his balls – not really knowing what she was doing but he seemed to be liking it. It was a really strange taste – kind of salty and yucky, but distinctly male and in that way it was interesting. It was nice to finally taste a boy's cum... And even though her own orgasm had fizzed out completely it was nice to see him standing there pulling his pants back up with a stupid grin on his face – obviously satisfied. "Fuck I'm thirsty," he said and he opened the door and walked out leaving Catherine to quickly cover her breasts back up. She stood and went to the door and saw a couple of the other boys giving Adrian a high five. Adrian went to the esky in the corner and cracked open a beer. Catherine looked around at the others, feeling herself blush as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand... She ended up meeting Brett's eyes again but Adrian came back and claimed her with his arm around her shoulder. Catherine didn't drink anymore that afternoon. She swam and danced with some of the other girls while the guys cheered them on. Then they wanted to see a wet t-shirt contest so she had to put her tank top back on and take off her bikini top. Some of the other girls had bigger boobs than hers but she got plenty of cheers when they started spraying her with the water guns. She didn't put her bikini top back on after that and she played some pool with a few of the boys while Adrian was gone getting more beer. She knew they could see her boobs every time she bent over the table to have her shot but it was fun teasing them. And while Adrian wasn't around Brett became more relaxed and friendly. He was helping her aim the cue and choose which balls to try to sink. .. When he would press his body against her from behind Catherine would let him do that. He reminded her of Uncle Lester in how short and tubby he was. He seemed like a really nice guy too. When Adrian came back with the beer the other boys seemed to gather around him and cheer on everything he did or said. He was like the star and they were his side-kicks... They cheered him on again when he took Catherine by the hand and led her into the small office. He closed the door and guided her to a seat on the couch. Then he stood in front of her and started undoing his shorts. "Do you want to suck me off again?" he said. Catherine blushed. Even though he was an asshole she did want to suck him off again. And she just nodded and smiled up at him when he touched her lips with his penis. This time he was less forceful and she had the chance to experiment a bit. She used her hand more – stroking back and forth and seeing how he reacted to being touched in different ways. She played with his balls, massaging them and stroking them – noticing that he got harder when she just held them and squeezed softly. She also noticed his body thrusting when she used her hand more and stroked over the spongy dome – like that must have been super sensitive! Then as he got more and more excited she stroked him faster and faster until just before he was ready he grabbed her and pulled her closer, obviously wanting to put it back in her mouth... Which she did and just in time for the first squirt of cum. He then held her head still and she relaxed as he again flooded her mouth with his semen. He was convulsing a little but he had turned away and he said, "hey Jason – just getting a shot off here buddy..." Catherine's heart sank as her eyes shot open to find the man Jason with his head poking through another door watching. She swallowed the cum in her mouth and pushed away from Adrian, who was laughing and pulling his pants up. "Just keep out of here all right!" Jason said to him. Then he looked to Catherine and nodded apologetically. "Excuse me..." he said. And that made Catherine feel even more deeply embarrassed. All she could think to do after that was get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. She didn't even try to find Anne. She just pushed past everyone and ran back to the villa where Uncle Lester was again kicked back on his couch watching TV. "Everything ok?" he asked with a little concern. "No I'm just going to die of embarrassment," Catherine said and she ran to the bedroom and threw herself on the bed. If only it wasn't him! If any of the other boys had walked in she wouldn't have cared – it would have even been more exciting to do that with some of them watching. But not the older man! What would he be thinking of her now? And he said excuse me! "Oh my God!" Catherine almost screamed into the pillow. "Are you ok in there Catherine?" It was Uncle Lester at the bedroom door. "Can I get you anything? Do you need to call anyone?" "No – I'm fine thanks." He poked his head in the door. "Are you sure?" "Yes. I just did something stupid. That's all... I'll live!" "Ok then... But don't let it get you down. We all stuff up from time to time." He offered a big smile and left. Catherine was already getting over the embarrassment and thinking about going back to face the guy Jason. Maybe she was overreacting and he didn't think anything of it... Although she wasn't interested in seeing Adrian again. The way he spoke - saying he was getting a shot off, or whatever. That made it even worse and he obviously didn't care. She regretted giving him blow jobs now. Especially since he was always going to be the first guy she did that for. Plus she could still taste his cum in her mouth. She gave Uncle Lester a smile as she went back out the door and she snuck into the party unnoticed. Adrian was in the pool room so she avoided that and got a drink to wash his taste from her mouth. Jason was cleaning up at his barbeque so she sat nearby dangling her feet in the pool. She kept on looking over until he saw her and when he did she blushed. He came right over though and sat down beside her. "I'm really sorry about busting in on you and your boyfriend," he said straight off. "That must have been embarrassing for you... I hope you can accept my apology?" "Thanks..." Catherine said softly. "He's not my boyfriend though." "No? Well he's a lucky fellow then," he went on with a smile. And that made Catherine smile, and it relieved any remaining tension. "Well he was sort my boyfriend for a little while but he's not anymore," she declared. One of the other girls who had started cleaning up tossed Catherine her bikini top. The one she had taken off for the wet t-shirt contest. She caught it and scrunched it up quickly but it had already drawn Jason's attention to her breasts and that caused her nipples to firm up. She glanced and he was looking right at them so she kind of leant back on her hands and pushed her chest out while she looked around pretending not to notice. "Well I guess I'd better get back to cleaning up," he said, although he was still looking at Catherine's breasts when she turned back to him. "Do you want some help?" "Sure! Could you start collecting glasses and take them all back into the kitchen please?" Catherine did that and Jason hurried everyone along declaring the party over. Adrian took off without saying good bye but that didn't bother Catherine at all. Then when the cleaning up was done she was one of only a few people left and she was wondering what was going to happen next with Jason. Maybe he would he invite her to stay longer – she hoped. As it turned out he received a phone call from his wife and she was dismissed with the others, which dampened her spirits a bit but not entirely... She had one more day and the party was on there at Jason's house again tomorrow. So Anne had disappeared somewhere with her boyfriend and that left Catherine back at the villa with Uncle Lester cooking the evening meal. He had such a funny face with his big googly eyes magnified by the thick glasses. He was also joking all the time and he was so easy going, which was something Catherine enjoyed so much since her home life under daddy the Police Chief was so strict. She had gotten well used to Uncle Lester looking at her body too and she was having fun with that. After her shower she came back out in her satin chemise again. She made coffee and served him on his couch by leaning over right in front and again letting him have a look. He made a funny face at that with his eyes popping and this silly big grin. Catherine laughed and pointed at the obvious bulge in his shorts. Although it also excited her a little to have caused that to happen. After coffee she brought a cloth and wiped the coffee table over – that time staying bent over for longer and letting him have a better look. "Whew... You could give an old guy a heart attack doing that," he chuckled. "Well you don't have to look," Catherine shot back at him and she continued rubbing at some insignificant little marks on the wooden table. "Oh yes I do!" he said flatly. Catherine blushed at that and shook her head. She took the cup tray and left him, glancing back and smiling as she did, and she noticed the bulge in his shorts again. She came back and gave him one last look as she bent to kiss his cheek and say good night. Then she went to bed but left the door open slightly, and she went to sleep almost hoping he would come in and do something to her... But he never did. At the party the next day there was no sign of Jason and Catherine was kind of miffed. She had imagined they made a special connection by the pool the day before and her imagination had run along with that. She decided to make the most of her last day anyway and she was accepting the drinks the boys were giving her. Plus Adrian wasn't there so that was even better. She ended up in the pool room again and she was partnered with Brett while two other guys made up the other team. She had a bikini on this time so they weren't getting as much to look at but with the drinks getting stronger and her mind really cloudy she didn't protest when Brett decided to kiss her. She just watched the other two boys and let him do it again. They were encouraging him. "Yeah- go for it... get onto her Fat's." Fat's was his nick name. They had been calling him that all the time. Another boy came in and stood there watching too. It was Anne's boyfriend, Nev. He closed the door. Then they were all just watching and Catherine's head was spinning from the alcohol. She allowed Brett to kiss her again but she was giddy and ready to fall over. The alcohol was really soaking into her brain and she couldn't think to stop Brett when he started feeling her boobs. She let him lift up her top and he pulled her bikini up as well. She was just looking down at his fat fingers squeezing her and poking her nipples when suddenly the door opened and Adrian was standing there. "What the fuck?" he yelled, and he looked from Catherine to his friend Brett. "No fucking way!" he said and he barged in and threw a punch but Brett blocked it and punched him back. He hit him hard too and Adrian picked himself up off the floor with blood streaming from his nose. Brett was waiting with his fists up and ready. He was a boxing champ as a kid and still knew how to fight. Catherine had slumped to the floor and she sat there in a daze as they fought... It seemed like it was a dream or something. Then there was another boy and more hands feeling at her breasts and she pushed at them and turned her head so he couldn't kiss her. It was Nev. And then Anne was there screaming at him and screaming at Catherine, calling her a slut. And then Brett and Nev were fighting and then Jason was there and he dragged someone out. Then everyone else followed and Catherine was left in the pool room alone but her legs wouldn't work and she just sat there against the wall with her head spinning. Sometime later she was being picked up and she sort of remembered being told to drink water and swallow the aspirin. Then she woke up on a couch covered by a blanket. It was dark and everything was quiet. She got up unsteadily and wandered towards a light in another room. It was a kitchen and Jason was cooking. "Hello sleepy – how do you feel?" "Horrible," Catherine said. Her head was clearing though. "What happened? Where is everyone?" "All gone home... Party's over!" He was all smiles and dressed in a white bath robe. "Are you hungry?" "My stomach feels horrible." "Well you threw up so I'm not surprised. I think they were spiking your drinks." Catherine looked at herself. There was dry vomit on her top and in her hair. "The shower is through there," Jason said. "When you get undressed toss your clothes out the door and I'll put them in the wash. There's a robe in there for you and a new tooth brush... Off you go!" He was still smiling and Catherine tried to smile back but she didn't really know what to think. She decided to do as she was told. She kept her bikini bottoms but she put the rest of her clothes outside the door. Then she showered and brushed her teeth, happy to clean the horrible taste from her mouth. The robe was the same as the one Jason was wearing and it was really soft and comfortable. He was serving dinner outside on a balcony overlooking the beach when she came out. "Are you hungry?" he asked, pulling her chair. "I am actually... I haven't eaten much today." "This will make you feel better," he said and he served a lovely meal. He was so attentive and nice. He just wanted to chat about what they could see up and down the coast – the landmarks and buildings. There was nothing of what had happened that day with the stupid boys fighting or with her getting so drunk and passing out. He was polite and very interested in anything Catherine had to say – which made her feel his equal in maturity. She thought of his wife quite a few times throughout dinner but decided not to mention her, as he hadn't. After helping him clear the meal away and tidy the kitchen they strolled back out to the balcony and he stood just behind Catherine as she looked out at the moonlit waves rolling ashore. His body was lightly touching hers and his deep mellow voice was right there at her ear as he spoke. "You know I should confess there's a security camera in my office downstairs... I was actually watching the whole time you were in there with that young guy." Catherine blushed as she looked up at him. "Were you?" she uttered. "Yes, but to be totally honest I've been watching you all weekend... There's cameras everywhere and whenever I was down there I was always looking for you." He had placed his hand on Catherine's hip and leant closer. "You're very beautiful..." Catherine's heart was thumping. "But there were lots of girls at the party." " Really? I didn't notice," he said smoothly. And that time he touched her hair, moving it back from her neck and leaning in closer to press his lips to her skin. "So do you mind that I was watching you and Adrian in my office? What you were doing for him was rather exciting... I could almost feel it." "It was the first time I've done that," Catherine uttered. His soft kisses were giving her the nicest kind of goose bumps. "Did you enjoy it?" he asked. The hand upon her hip had moved to her belly and he was pressing against her from behind. She could feel his erection. "Yes, I enjoyed it," she said. "It felt nice..." She was suddenly lifted and carried back inside. She placed her arms around his neck and closed her eyes as he kissed her lips. She was carried past the open door of the master bedroom and along a hallway to what must have been a guest bedroom. "You know – oral sex goes both ways," he said as he stood by the bed still holding her in his arms. "I know..." Catherine said, blushing. "Well I sort of know..." He placed her down with her head resting on the pillows and leant beside her. "Has a guy ever done it for you before?" Catherine shook her head. He was kissing her again and she wasn't sure what to do with her hands so she sort of clung to the bedspread as he undid the tie around her waist. He then opened her robe and she caught a breath as her breasts were bared. "You should make it a rule with these boys," he smiled. "They're going to want it all the time but you've got to learn to say me first!" He then sucked on one of her nipples and she squirmed up against him, pressing her boob into his mouth. His hands were inside the robe, raking down her back and holding her up while he softly kissed and suckled on her. He did that with one nipple until she was just about panting then he moved to the other and sucked it hard... And that made Catherine moan and grab hold of his head. He had rolled over on top of her and when he kissed his way down her belly she thought about parting her legs but they were already spread wide open. He was at the top of her bikini pants and kissing and sucking her skin while he pulled at the edges of them. He tugged them down and Catherine closed her legs so he could get them off. He pulled them from her ankles and he forced her leg back over and held her spread open again. He had one hand pressed against each of her inner thighs and she was clinging to the bedspread again when he opened his mouth over her pussy and licked it. "Oh my God!" she uttered as the wave of tingly little thrills swarmed all over her body, and she lay there eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling as he licked and licked inside of her. He used his thumbs to hold her pussy lips open and he sucked on her pink flesh and worked his tongue up over her clit. He could taste her sweet young juices and he lapped them up and then sucked on her little clitty while her body squirmed and ground against his mouth. He smiled to himself as he looked up and saw how she was then clinging to the bed head and arching her body up off the bed. He could see her tits shuddering and she was moaning and panting away... He kept sucking on her clit and massaging it with his tongue while he untied his robe and opened it. He was fully erect of course and he wanted to be inside her when she came. Catherine fell onto the bed when he kissed up over her belly again. She was on the edge of one of her orgasms and she was in the middle of panting, "don't stop," when suddenly she felt his penis slide right on in. Then she just clung to him as he started thrusting. She was wide eyed and staring at the ceiling again. Her chin was resting on his shoulder and his body was rolling and humping in between her legs... Her pussy was being split open and his penis was spearing in and out.