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Catherine

By: coolomon



I looked at her wedding ring and the guy glanced down at it then smiled up over her shoulder, his eyes leveling upon mine and he shook his head, the entire exchange being my question - “are you two married” and his response - “she is but not to me”. His hand swept to the small of her back then, and he bent to her, kissing her passionately and I turned back to the wheel of my newly acquired half cabin cruiser.

I had only bought it two weeks before, along with the small taxi business on the lake, mostly running people to their secluded cabins for the weekend. And being Friday it had been a busy afternoon but I intended to knock off after this run. 

I settled back for the ten minute cruise across the still, black lake. There was no moon and the sky was alight with a few million stars, the warm summer breeze thick and heavy, tranquil water lapping at the sides of the boat, the hum of the outboard drowning the absolute silence, and the sweet murmur of the young woman, her hot, wet lips glistening in the dim light from the instrument console as I glanced back over my shoulder.

She was maybe 25, blond and wearing a short, checkered skirt and a thin, white top with a button up front. It was of a lightly woven cotton and hugged her narrow waist, rising to smoothly hold her smallish breasts, and with the guys hand pressed firmly to her side I could see the lacy top of her bra, which I thought was pink but wasn’t sure. 

My appreciation lowered to her legs then, her bare legs; firm and slender, slightly parted and with the short skirt falling away beneath, and I strained to see within the shadowed area between them, a hint of white almost visible.

I must have been squinting. I don’t know. But the guy smiled up at me again, then bent to the woman once more, closing his mouth over hers and his hand slipped to her knee. She didn’t know I was looking, and his eyes held mine. I felt him watching me as I looked down at his hand, and as he moved her knee aside, parting her legs, and her fingers folded around his wrist but he kissed her passionately, squeezing her knee and forcing her legs to open a little.

I had a good view up her skirt then. I could clearly see her little white panties as his hand worked to her inner-thigh, and her legs closed as his fingers pressed into the shiny fabric and her hand moved up his arm and clung to the sleeve of his shirt, her fingers twisting the fabric, nervously, tentatively tugging at, but I could see the muscles in his forearm flexing with the movement of his hand. He had it wedged up between her legs and she tried to keep her knees together as her head lowered and sought his shoulder, turning away from me, and she nestled below his chin, her fingers still twisting his sleeve, her knees straying a little, and when I saw his fingers up inside of her I glanced up to find him grinning at me.

“No Love, he’s busy driving the boat, and it’s too dark to see anything,” I heard the guy explain softly, his free hand closing against the side of the young woman’s head and he held her there while her legs strayed further apart and he slipped his hand down the front of her panties and continued to work her firmly, her fingers suddenly still and just clinging to his sleeve, her hips rolling and bracing while his fingers searched up inside of her.

I slowed the engine and set course, an idea flashing to mind, and I picked up my torch and held it so the guy could see it: a pencil torch with a small, fine beam. His eyes widened a little and his head dipped in agreement so I turned it on, holding my hand over the end and carefully aiming it between the woman’s legs. I lifted my hand slowly and allowed the beam to touch her thighs, lighting them and lighting the bulge in her little shiny panties. The guy kissed her hair and drove his fingers up her, her hips lifting and he deftly pealed her panties aside, his fingers arching back and holding the fabric, and I leant closer to examine the reddened, dripping little slit he was fingering. He had two fingers up it and beneath them I could see clear fluid seeping. Her hips were rolling and humping down against his hand, his thumb rubbing over her clitoris, his free hand firmly clamping her head to his chest while he showed me her cunt, and then she held, her body tense and shuddering, her unwitting moan escaping upon a breath as her fluid dripped onto the back seat of my boat. 

I could smell the sweet, funky scent. She was still and he continued to feel her softly, his fingers no longer up inside of her but gently caressing her puffy little slit, massaging juices within her sloppy pink folds but she began to stir and I quickly extinguished the torch and turned as she passionately sought the guy’s lips.

Fuck I was erect! My cock was absolutely rigid! I docked and waved without standing as they climbed onto the pier and I waited until they’d disappeared into the darkness before following. I’d seen the cabin in the daylight and knew the way. I found the narrow path leading to the front door as a light went on inside and I crept around the side to a window, peering in to find a single room with a double bed against the far wall and a big couch in the center. They were standing in front of the couch kissing passionately and I searched around to be sure it was safe to watch from there. Looking up though, I saw a trapdoor that appeared to be an entry to a loft and there was a wooden ladder beneath it. I was about to climb up when the trapdoor opened and I hurried for cover in the bushes before these guys started climbed out. I counted five, the last one passing a case of beer down before descending.

“Should we just knock on the door?” one of them chuckled, peering in the window and another two of the guys crowded around him to have a look.

“Fuck she’s sweet! Look at her…” one of them enthused. He was a short, fat guy with a thick mop of curly hair.

Two of them had rounded the front of the cabin and the other three soon shuffled along behind. I listened to them laughing and discussing what would be the best excuse for being there. It seemed the guy inside had invited them but didn’t want the woman to know.

I could hear from the window…

“Fishing’s next weekend!” the guy inside was protesting innocently as he stepped back and allowed his buddies to file into the small cabin. The young woman, Catherine, had retreated to a small kitchenette and stood trying to smile politely while peering from behind a breakfast bar with her arms folded across her breasts. Her back was to me and I could see that her bra was undone.

I decided to slip up to the loft at that point, scaling the ladder silently and I found a row of bunks. The small room was sealed from the cabin except for a trapdoor, which was open and offered a good view of the room below, and I settled there in the darkness to watch.

“Are they staying?” I heard young Catherine ask the man she had agreed to spend the weekend with. She was still hiding in the kitchenette and still covering her breasts defensively.

The guy kissed her forehead softly. “Sorry Love but there’s no way for them to get back tonight, It’ll be okay…” he offered warmly, glancing over at his buddies.

They were getting comfortable; passing beers around and one of them was rolling a joint. Catherine was left standing alone and her man went across to a basket they had brought and pulled out a bottle of wine. He poured a glass and offered it to her, enticing her to join the party and after a moment she made her way to the couch, slipping onto the end and crossing her legs. She was facing me then and the guys crowded around, making use of the chairs from the breakfast bar, and a few of them sat on the floor. They started chatting and joking around, and after an hour or so I was beginning to cramp so I laid down flat on the floor.

The guy sitting next to Catherine had spent the hour with his arm around her and I noticed she had stolen an opportunity to fix her bra. She seemed to be fairly relaxed though and I saw that her glass was being topped up regularly. They’d passed around two joints before she agreed to smoke a little though and when she’d had a few drags her demeanor changed. Her smile had become permanent and finally, after having to reach down to pass the joint to one of the guys sitting opposite, she uncrossed her legs.

Her knees were still together at that point but from above I could see a little flash of white beneath her skirt and as she stretched, arching her back and grinning up at the ceiling, a couple of the guys sat up a little and had a quick look, her skirt lifting and her little panties available for viewing.

The guy sitting next to her suddenly clawed at her ribs and she doubled over laughing and writhing as he continued his assault. “Stop it!” she squealed as he reached behind her back and probed into her. Her legs were lashing about, spreading nicely and the guys sat quietly watching.

Finally the guy stopped and let her sit up but he threatened to do it again. “Don’t,” Catherine protested, grinning and trying to hold onto his wrist. Her skirt had gathered up to her waist and her legs were apart. The five men in front of her were staring at her crotch. I was fully erect.

She suddenly looked down at them all, her eyes flashing from one to another, alight and happy, her smile friendly and unknowing. “What?” she said finally, and after a moment she looked down at herself. “Hey… stop that!” she giggled then, closing her legs and shuffling her skirt back into place.

“Come on Baby, let's have a bit of a look…” one of the guys tried, reaching for her knee but she slapped his hand playfully.

“No!” she declared, and stood shakily but the guy beside her caught her hand and pulled her back down and he started kissing her.

“Come on, at least give us a dance,” one of the guys said, standing and claiming Catherine’s hand. And he pulled her up to his chest and started swaying awkwardly.

“But I’m too drunk,” she complained, though still smiling and she started to move with him.

Another of them, Mark, a tall, dark haired man of about thirty, slipped into the kitchenette and I watched him pour a fresh glass of wine, checking over his shoulder as he emptied something into it from a foil wrapper. Then he brought it back and placed it on the table beside the couch.

Catherine was being passed around by then. Her head was resting upon the third guy’s shoulder, Anthony, a well built young guy of about twenty or so with shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes. He had on a t-shirt that was stretched firmly over his clearly defined muscles. His arm held Catherine up easily as he gently swayed to the imaginary music, her skirt tucked up at the back and her panties on display and as they danced in front of a guy sitting on the floor, he reached up and felt her slit, Anthony holding her there while he leant beneath and had a look up between her legs, his fingers pressing into her little panties.

"Stop it..." she complained but another of them stepped up and moved behind her, his hand slipping around her waist and he drew her from Anthony, turning her and slipping his hands around and down to her butt as she leant upon his chest. Calvin was his name, about thirty-five, probably a Lawyer I thought. There was something sharp about his eyes. They were dark and piercing, his hair slick and stylish. 

His hands moved to cup young Catherine’s buttocks, his fingers clenching and I saw her eyes were wide, a hint of confusion about them as she peered down over the guy’s shoulder at the other men watching.

He lowered her back to the couch and the chat continued. Catherine sat quietly sipping her wine, her eyes half closed and her legs straying a little. “Don’t…” she uttered as the guy beside her suddenly reached around between her legs felt her cunt.

“Come on Love,” he said though and his hand pressed up firmly between her legs.

“But I don’t want to…” she complained, her eyes opening wide as she was lowered onto her back and her hands went to the guy’s shoulders as he went down and started nosing at her panties, his hand pressing against the inner of her knee and spreading her wide.

Her eyes closed then and he started eating at her and the other’s began to crowd around, two of them leaning over the back of the couch and another moved behind Catherine’s head and pulled her arms up above, holding them there while another guy started on her tits. He lifted her top and bra and started suckling on a nipple.

My view was obstructed for a moment but I saw her panties being tossed aside and then her legs were lifted, one placed over the back of the couch and the other bent up and pulled aside. There were two men going at her then. One was beneath and working her ass with his tongue and the other had his face buried in her cunt. The guy holding her arms had started kissing her and one of the guys from behind the couch bent over to start on a free tit. The other, the only one not sucking on young Catherine was standing there grinning until the guy kissing her looked up, shrugged, and pointed to her neck. He went to it then, kneeling beside the couch and he started biting her neck passionately. 

And I laid there watching the young woman moan and writhe while being sucked, licked and eaten alive by six men, and they kept at her for ages, the guy kissing her mouth working around to her ears and the one rimming her ass hole was holding her cheeks apart and sticking his tongue up inside of it. The guys on her tits were massaging and sucking away, her nipples hard and their lips closing over both at the same time, suckling like babies. The guy on her neck had hold of her hair, pulling it down behind and forcing her head to arch back so he could get at her. The guy with his face buried in her cunt had juice dripping from his chin. And he had his cock out and was working it firmly. It was the fat guy with the curly hair. And he suddenly stopped, tapping the guy next to him aside, and he climbed up on the couch and shoved it up her cunt.

She lifted. Her body tensed and braced and he started fucking her solidly, his round, tubby frame humping up between her legs, his short, thick cock thrusting up inside of her. And the others rested back to watch, her hand clinging to the side couch as she was pounded by the fat guy and I found myself staring for a moment at her wedding ring, and wondering about her husband.

I looked over her body then. She was drenched. There was slobber all over her. Her tits were hanging out beneath her little top, wet and reddened, flopping and bouncing. Her neck was blotched and shiny, and it arched, her head stretching back over the arm of the couch as the fat guy came inside of her, spreading her legs and driving up between them with his load of sperm flooding up her cunt. And with her head arched back over the arm of the couch one of them decided to take to her mouth. It was Mark. He held her by the hair, pulling it down, stretching her head back and he started fucking her throat while another guy, Anthony it was, climbed between her legs and started rooting her.

They just used her. All six of them having turns on her. I laid there in the loft for half the night watching or just listening to them slopping up inside of her. She would have been taken at least ten times before they finally let her sleep. And it had been quiet for an hour when I was sneaking past the window on the way back to my boat, and I noticed the guy she had arrived with was lifting her leg again, and there was another shadow lurking beside him…

Catherine



"How dare he speak to me like that," Catherine said angrily to herself. She turned onto the freeway and accelerated down the on-ramp toward the city and thought back over events of the preceding week.

Catherine and her husband John had been at logger-heads for the better part of a week. It had all started out fairly suddenly one night at dinner when John had picked on her for an apparent lack of enthusiasm to try and cook something a little different for a change. He had said he was a little tired of coming home to spaghetti or the pseudo-Thai rice dishes that she often served up and he would, just sometimes, like an occasional roast or steak, something with a bit of decent meat in it. Well, Catherine had hit the roof, and so had most of John's dinner. How dare he have a go at her for her efforts, if he could do better, she had told him, he could cook it himself if he liked; not his bloody job, he had snarled at her. And it just got worse from then on, with neither of them backing down, the petty bickering continuing for the rest of the evening.

Unbelievably, it had been their first real fight in the twelve years they had been married but it had continued to simmer and boil for the rest of the week. John had no doubt made it worse by not coming straight home from work for a couple of nights for hours, not even bothering to ring Catherine to tell her he would be late -- like he would normally.

Totally pissed, Catherine had rung an old girlfriend of hers that she hadn't seen in awhile and suggested that they catch-up for a few drinks. Catherine wanted to talk to someone; she wanted to air her grievances with a confidante and have a bitch about men in general. 

John had come home from work late on Friday just as Catherine was putting on the finishing touches to her make-up and he had started on her again.

"So where do you think you're going?" he had growled at her, when he had caught her in front of their dressing-table mirror. 

"Never you mind!" Catherine had retorted as she straightened up and walked toward the door.

"Catherine, you're not going anywhere dressed like that! You look like a slut! Or is that what you want to look like?"

Catherine was wearing a dress she had worn a couple of times before when they had gone out together and was shocked at John's description of her.

"You have never minded before, John, when it's been the two of us!" she said smugly as she picked up the car keys and began to head for the door.

"That was different! What are you trying to do, go out and get yourself a root or something?" John suggested crudely.

"Ha ha, I'm going out to see Pam, if you must know! Don't wait up!" she hissed back at him as she slammed the front door.

John had stood there totally stunned as he heard their only car start and back swiftly out the drive. Funny thing was, John had loved it when Catherine wore the black dress she now had on; it was short, but not too short; it was low-cut and complementary of her modest breasts, it was also partially see-thru in the right light. John had often noticed other men ogling her when they had been out together and she had worn it -- but to go out on her own in it! 

Really, he had thought she had looked nice, very nice. It hadn't escaped his attention that she was also wearing a pair of stockings and high-heels and her tussled-blond hair looked as radiant as ever. She certainly had him worried.

Catherine continued to drive the little yellow Corolla at a steady one hundred kilometres an hour in the post peak-hour traffic and she guessed it would take around half an hour or so to reach the other side of the city where she was to meet Pam.

Pam was still single, too much of a workaholic to have time to settle down into the humdrum of married life. When Catherine had rung her, she had been pleased to hear from her, she had said, and Pam had quickly suggested they meet at a bar that she sometimes visited on her way home from the office. Nothing flash, just a small watering-hole that attracted various riff-raff and vagabonds, but the drinks were cheap and the food was pretty good, and parking was not a problem.

Catherine had memorised the directions fairly well and only had to stop and check the street-directory once as she neared the semi-industrialised part of the city. She very rarely ventured over 'that side of town' as she hadn't much of a need too. On the other hand, Pam had moved nearby to be a bit closer to the office of her demanding career as a marketing consultant for a multi-national beverage company.

There it was, on the corner, The Railway Inn. Catherine slowed down to check it out. "Looks a bit sleazy, Pam," she said softly to herself as she pulled over next to the kerb behind a large van that was parked opposite the pub. 

Catherine turned off the ignition and sat for a moment to see if she could catch a glimpse of her friend. "Motorbikes! Oh Pam, I don't know?" she murmured when she noticed about six Harleys lined up, back-wheel to the gutter, polished chrome glistening beneath the dull street lamps.

Feeling nervous, Catherine thought about ringing her friend on her mobile to suggest they go somewhere else, but then she thought about her husband, she knew he didn't like bikers, he thought they were a bunch of wankers riding around posing and trying to act tough. 

Thinking of John made her angry again, how dare he say she looked like a slut, she thought, never had she been remotely unfaithful to him after all these years. Well, that would be true; all except for one close shave once not so long back. Catherine smiled to herself as she reflected upon the memory;

Having often flirted with her husband's friends over the years, she had knowingly teased some whom had come over to swim in their pool one afternoon late last summer. Wearing just a skimpy little white bikini around John and his three friends most of the afternoon, Catherine had served them all drinks and nibbles, while they either relaxed on sun lounges or swam in the pool. It was pretty obvious to Catherine the men were ogling her whenever she was close enough, but she pretended not to notice. Funnily, her husband John, didn't seem to mind when other men checked her out, he had often said it got him excited to know his friends thought she looked hot.

Of course, Catherine hadn't ever told John what had happened to her later that same afternoon when she had been left alone with two of them, Mike and Robbo. John had decided on an impromptu barbeque, and with his other friend in tow, they had left the house to drive down to the supermarket and purchase some sausages and a couple or loaves of bread. 

Catherine had known Mike for a few years, he was a work associate of John's, around their own age, and recently divorced. Robbo was new to the scene, someone Mike had only recently met since taking up learning how to skydive. Catherine thought he was quite young, maybe only in his mid twenties, with a mop of unruly hair and a devilish grin. 

In the past, Mike had always been pretty quiet, but that afternoon Catherine had seen another side to him that she had found amusing for some reason, and she had tormented him most unfairly whenever she thought she could get away with it. And unwittingly giving her ammunition, John had told her that only a few months after Mike had separated from his wife, he had visited Thailand "for a holiday". This was something Catherine had stirred Mike about several times that arvo, as she pretty well knew why single men visited some of the Asian countries.

Both Mike and Robbo were somewhat drunk, and not long after being left alone with Catherine, they had made some quite inappropriate and suggestive remarks to her. Catherine had consumed a few white wines herself, and instead of being offended at their lewd comments, she had more or less encouraged them even further. While standing near the edge of the pool and with the two men cajoling her from the deep end of the pool some several metres away, Catherine had bent over to pick up her towel -- to be met with a chorus of whistles. Flattered by their show of appreciation, and still bending over, Catherine had smacked her backside a couple of times suggestively, while looking over her shoulder at them.

Well the two men must have thought that that was an open invitation to take their flirting to the next level!

Quickly, Mike jumped out of the pool and tried to corner her and Catherine flicked at him playfully with her towel in defence, then she dived into the pool to avoid him, in a shriek of laughter. She had then only narrowly escaped the clutches of Robbo as he dived toward her, the momentum of her own dive out pacing him easily. Catherine clambered up the steps to the spa at the far end, giggling like a schoolgirl, only to tease them cheekily once more by leaning over on the edge of the pool and wriggling her curvaceous backside at them again! 

That did it -- and with John still out of sight down the street, the two men had quickly given chase again. Only this time, in a tactical error, Catherine had dived back into the pool past them both and retreated to the deeper end of their moderate-sized pool. Unable to climb out in time, Catherine backed up against the edge of the pool in the far corner -- unable to stand, and watched as they moved in on her like a pair of hunting dogs, all three of them laughing at the game of cat and mouse. 

As they got closer, Catherine had held her hands up in defence, unsure of their intensions, telling them to go away. Then, when they were only mere centimetres away from her, and no longer laughing anymore, the men reached out toward her boldly. Catherine pushed at them frantically in an effort to escape, but they were not letting her get away this time. She could feel their hands running all over her body, prodding and squeezing, tickling her and exploring, making her laugh. Of course, all the while she was pleading with them to stop, telling them that John would be back at any second! 

They didn't stop -- and her almost hysterical laughing must have only encouraged them further.

Catherine felt herself being carried toward the spa end of the pool where it was only around waist deep. Robbo was walking backwards behind her, holding her arms just above the elbows, and pulling them back, so she was unable to lash out -- and directly in front of her was Mike, with a firm grip on each of her ankles as she tried to kick and twist away from them.

Catherine found herself splashing about on the surface of the water and tried to push them away in earnest, although she still laughed and squealed like a silly teenager. It was after all just a bit of harmless fun, wasn't it, she'd thought?

But neither of the two men were laughing anymore, Catherine soon realised, and somehow Mike had managed to force himself between her thighs while holding her legs apart just above her ankles. She repeatedly scissored hers legs together in an attempt to prevent him from moving in even closer, with little success. Catherine was quite breathless from all the exertion and was fast running out of strength to continue the struggle. She looked down her heaving chest at Mike and noticed one of her breasts had become exposed. The cool water had puckered up her areole giving her nipple an unusually fat appearance all the more highlighted by the small triangle of pale flesh that barely surrounded it.

But that wasn't all -- Catherine saw the lust in Mike's eyes as he stared between her thighs -- her little white bikini, now semi-transparent, had wedged itself up between the cleft of her pudenda -- and her almost hairless outer labia was splayed out provocatively on either side!

Time stood still for a few moments -- with neither of the men moving.

Catherine called their bluff, "So what do you think you're going to do now?" she'd asked them mockingly. 

"Let's strip her, Mike!" Robbo suggested huskily, "Get a real good look at her!"

Catherine could see Mike was excited; a large bulge was quite evident in his boardies. Without letting her legs go, he moved his grip up higher so he was clasping her around the thighs just above her knees. Catherine felt her bikini top being loosened from behind by Robbo with dexterous ease, and watched helplessly as her top was flung onto the paving near the back door to the house several metres away.

Both men commented lasciviously at her naked breasts, and her nipples had stiffened even further -- not just from the cool water either! Catherine was no longer laughing anymore, she was of course getting worried about her predicament, and justifiably so.  

Mike moved in closer between her legs and Catherine felt her face flush when his crotch was up against hers.

"Mike!" Catherine exclaimed in alarm, "You dirty bastard, get out of it!" 

Mike had begun to rub himself up against her, and with just the thin material of his shorts and her miniscule bikini separating their flesh, she could feel the warmth from the underside of his erection as he pressed in hard against her.

Robbo had managed to keep her arms held with only one of his own strong hands, and his other hand had snaked around to her breast and he squeezed and fondled her flesh firmly, occasionally pinching and pulling on her nipple.

"John! John's back...I just heard the car," Catherine said, very convincingly, "Quick, let me go before he gets out here!"

John had a reputation of being able to handle himself, and this no doubt was on Mike's mind with her warning. Looking quite worried, Mike glanced down at Catherine's almost naked body for scarcely a moment longer, then let go of her legs -- almost immediately followed by Robbo -- letting Catherine turn to swim away! 

The two men swam back to the deeper end, well away from Catherine as she clambered up the steps past the spa. 

When she was safely out of their reach, she had turned, and covering her bare breasts with her hands, she laughed at them mockingly, they had then quickly realised her ruse. Robbo and Mike looked at one another enquiringly and nodded in silent agreement, and then they pushed off from the edge of the pool and swam back after her yet again. 

They were quick, but not quick enough; Catherine managed to successfully scramble up the side of the pool and stooping briefly to pick up her discarded top, she ran for the safety of the kitchen. She had laughed almost uncontrollably at the two men as they struggled to get out of the pool to chase her down, and standing by the kitchen door, she bent over, wriggling her cute arse at them yet again. Her little white bikini had ridden up the crack of her butt deliciously, just like a g-string, and Catherine rubbed one of her bare buttocks a couple of times sensuously, just for good measure! 

Catherine knew they were hot on her heels and she frantically pushed the door closed behind her and tried to lock it, still laughing, now almost hysterically at her ability to incite two grown men to behave so juvenile. She had almost succeeded too, but one of them had the door handle turned so it wouldn't lock, and she gave up. 

Dripping wet, Catherine turned to flee again, but the two men burst in through the doorway. Walking backwards around the large kitchen table, and covering her breasts again in an attempt of modesty, Catherine begged forgiveness. She felt she may have gone too far now, and was genuinely worried. 

Both men grinned sardonically as they edged forward around either side of the table -- Robbo grabbed her by the wrists again, easily over-powered her, and forced her down onto the kitchen table. Lying on her back, Catherine lashed out with her feet, kicking at Robbo close to his groin several times before she felt Mike take her wrists from the other side of the table -- thus freeing Robbo to grab her around the legs before she connected seriously.

Catherine was then quite helpless and was unable to kick out in defence anymore -- although she remembered still squealing and laughing at them, promising not to tease them anymore. 

But Mike held her thrashing wrists firmly, and pulled her over the top of the wooden table so she was facing down and Robbo moved in behind her to help hold her down. They had both called her a cock-teaser and a flirt derisively and said she was not going to get away this time.

Encouraged by Mike, Robbo wrenched her bikini bottoms down over her buttocks -- Catherine's nervous laughter all but stopped when she felt Robbo remove her bikini completely, pulling the thin, wet material from her feet, and toss them to one side carelessly.

Catherine lay there totally naked -- although her bikini top was still clasped firmly in her hand, "Come on fella's, you've had your fun now...let me up, please," she whimpered.

But they didn't of course.

She squealed with apprehension when she felt her arse being explored roughly and her cheeks pulled apart. 

"Fucken' nice butt, Cath...very nice," Robbo said honestly.

She wasn't laughing so much anymore and had continued to beg them to stop before John got back home at any minute and caught them. She was well aware their game had become serious. 

The two men chuckled lewdly, ignoring her pleas, as they took gratuitous liberty with her. 

Catherine remembered shrieking when a finger touched her puffy vagina gingerly a couple of times, and she almost pleaded with them that 'enough was enough', to please stop -- but they persisted with the assault. 

She screwed-up her face when she felt the finger prying her labia apart, and then plunge into her vagina without warning -- and she held her breath when it began to work in and out of her peevishly, releasing some of her juices.

She remembered telling them they had to stop, that John would kill them if he found out later what they had done to her. They laughed still, their lust had obviously overtaken any of their sense or reason and the assault continued.

Catherine had bitten her lower-lip when she felt Robbo force her legs apart even wider, and then quickly move in behind her!

"Mike, don't let Robbo do this, Mike!" Catherine begged, "I won't tell John...if you stop now...I won't tell John. I know I shouldn't have kept stirring you both...I'm sorry...Mike?"

But Mike was entranced, and watched almost silently as the younger man unfastened his board-shorts -- and moved in behind his friend's wife.

Catherine squeezed her eyes shut when she felt Robbo prod and poke at her and slap her buttocks with his hard cock several times -- and Mike egged him on, telling him to "fuck her!"

Catherine could not believe what she was hearing, Mike had been a friend for years, and usually quite polite, despite any previously bad behaviour on her part -- but since his divorce he had changed, and his young friend had helped bring out another side to his personality -- a darker side. 

Catherine tried to twist and turn her pelvis to one side or the other in an attempt to dislodge Robbo - but it was all in vain, she was quite powerless to stop them now, and he rubbed his cock up and down her moist slit vigorously. 

"Gawd...you can't be serious....that's enough....please!" she'd cried when she felt herself being slowly penetrated -- and even though she had done her best to clench her vaginal muscles tightly, she felt his large knob gradually slide in past her opening.

"You bastard...get it out..." Catherine murmured almost softly, as the pleasurable feeling of his penis filling her tingled through her loins.

Then Catherine did hear a car pull-up into the driveway, John was really back home this time! And Robbo and Mike had heard it too. 

"Aw fuckin' hell, he's back!" Mike had said to his mate, Robbo, who with a startled look on his face, had momentarily ceased from pulling Catherine's hips back toward his groin. 

Almost instantly, Catherine had felt Mike release her wrists -- but the one standing behind her didn't let her go immediately -- and still with a firm grip around either side of her hips he pulled her back onto his penis, burying his length almost to the hilt in one firm thrust! Catherine hissed at him to stop, the joke had certainly gone far enough! 




Catherine



And he withdrew his cock -- but for only a moment, then he forced himself back in again, even further this time. Catherine groaned at the slight discomfort she felt from his large penis stretching her open, a feeling totally new to her.

"Come on, man, let 'er go quick!" Mike whispered urgently.

"Fuck'sake...she's gotta nice little cunt, I tell ya," Robbo muttered crudely, pushing himself back in several more times, and getting deeper each time as Catherine's juice slickened-up his length, further reducing the resistance of her tight passageway.

Catherine was unaware of course, but as Mike moved past the table toward the back door, he could not help but look down briefly at his friend's shiny pole disappearing into her pussy -- her hairless outer-lips straining around the girth of Robbo's heavily-veined penis.

"Fuck sake, Robbo, you've got a dong on ya!" Mike exclaimed in awe.

And didn't Catherine know that, the pleasurable feeling she was trying to resist, was bordering on pain as Robbo continued to fuck her. 

Catherine heard the car doors closing...any second now and John would be walking in the front door! 

"Get it out of me...quick!" she hissed with increased urgency, "I can hear them walking toward the front door!"

But Robbo was momentarily lost in ecstasy and continued to fuck her for several more moments. Her silky passageway caressed every inch of his cock like a thousand tongues -- another couple of minutes and he knew he would have no doubt blown his load.

"Hurry!" Catherine pleaded desperately; she knew John would probably kill both of them if he walked in on them now. 

"Aw, fuck it!" Robbo groaned, and just as quickly as it had happened, she felt him withdraw his penis, and then releasing his grip on her buttocks, he quickly moved away.

"Our little secret, Cath...alright?" Mike said to her shakily, as he handed her back her bikini bottoms he'd just picked up off the floor.

Still lying face down over the table, her thighs parted and her voluptuous bottom still pointing upward invitingly, she had nodded her head in agreement.

Catherine recovered some of her wits in a few precious seconds and straightened up from the table. She almost slipped on the wet floor while trying to replace her bikinis, just as Robbo, struggling to pull up his shorts, scurried after Mike who had shot out the back door only seconds earlier. Her heart beating rapidly against her chest, she fumbled with her bikini and heard the two men as they plunged boisterously back into the pool!

Luckily, John must have locked the house when he had left earlier, and Catherine was given several more moments to straighten up while she heard him juggling with his keys in the door lock. When her husband did finally enter the kitchen with an armful of groceries, he had found her on her hands and knees, wiping up pool water from the floor. 

John had given her backside a playful smack and asked her what she was doing. With her heart still racing, Catherine had told him the phone had rung and she had run for it from the pool, not having time to grab a towel. She remembered he hadn't noticed the kitchen floor was wet on both sides of the table -- or did he seem to pick-up on a couple of the larger footprints that she had not yet cleaned up, which was of course much to her relief -- nor had he detected the blushed appearance of his very nervous wife -- or worse -- the musky smell of sex that she was almost certain would have been obvious if not for a vase of scented roses on the side-board.

Robbo's impressive cock had been the first one to enter her other than her husband's since just before she was married, and Catherine could only guess what may have happened if John had not returned when he did. Although it was pretty obvious Robbo had probably intended on going 'all the way' -- she wondered if their old friend, Mike, would have tried to have his turn with her too! 

During the barbeque, Catherine had more or less kept well out of the way of John's friends as they continued to drink. She had also replaced her sarong that she had worn earlier in the day over her bikinis in an unusual attempt at modesty. Even so, as darkness descended, once or twice Robbo had run his hand over her backside when John was not looking -- whispering to her how hot he thought she was -- and how he wanted to finish what he had started with her, even having the cheek to invite her back in the pool for a swim -- of which she 'politely' declined! 

She had felt more embarrassed over the incident than anything, oddly enough, not dwelling too much on the fact that she was almost raped!

The following day, John had left early for golf, hangover and all, and mid-morning Catherine was surprised by a knock on the front door only moments after she had stepped out of the shower. With just a small bath towel around her -- totally inappropriate for the upper-middle class suburb they lived in -- Catherine had opened the door and was startled to see both Mike and Robbo standing there, both looking very sheepish!

She was of course grateful the wire security door was locked.

But she had the visit all wrong -- they had not come around to pick-up where they had left off the night before -- no -- they had both come to apologise -- and quite profusely too. Mike had even brought around a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and Robbo had a large box of expensive-looking chocolates for her.

While standing there clutching the bath towel to her chest with one hand, Catherine listened to their bumbling pleadings for forgiveness for several minutes almost amusingly, before she had nodded her acquiescence, asking them to leave their gifts beside the front door next to the mat -- as she was still a bit unsure of them both and did not think it wise to unlock the door to accept the gifts personally.

But then she had the last laugh -- standing there watching as they turned to walk back down the pathway, Catherine waited till they were some ten metres away, then with her free hand, she unlocked the wire door and stepped out onto the porch.

"Thanks for the gifts, boys," she called out to them. 

As they turned around toward her -- Catherine spun to face the gifts on the step, and spreading her legs well apart so she could hold the spring-loaded wire door open -- she quite deliberately bent over to pick up both the lovely flowers and the box of chocolates. Catherine was well aware that the back of her towel had ridden up her buttocks -- and she lingered there just a little longer, pretending to admire the flowers. Of course, without a hand holding her towel anymore, it swung open at the front, and as she stood back up, Catherine feigned surprise when it fell to the ground at her feet! 

Catherine looked back over her shoulder at the two dumbfounded men standing motionless on the path staring back at her, with both their mouths agape.

"Oops-a-daisy!" Catherine said in mock-horror.

"I'll...I'll get the door for ya, Cath!" Robbo called excitedly, as he started back up the path, getting the hint.

Even though it was way too déjà-vu-ish for Catherine, she stood there with her back to the fast approaching men for several seconds, completely naked. Her hands full, she flicked the towel inside with her toe, and then stepped back inside, letting the wire door close behind her. Then without haste, she placed her gifts on the small side table in the entranceway -- just as Robbo walked back up the steps.

"Um...are you sure you're alright?" Robbo enquired, as he stared at her through the mesh.

"Oh, I think I'll be right, thankyou," Catherine said matter-of-factly, as she bent to pick up the towel.

When they were barely a metre away, Catherine, raising her eyebrows and smiling, said, "Bye boys," -- then shut the main front door firmly and locked it -- laughing wickedly at her own mirth!

She was still a tease! 

Still standing in the entranceway, she peered through the peephole in the door and watched the two men leave, her fingers diddling her moistened clitoris vigorously. Her pussy tingled with the excitement of such blatant exhibitionism -- something that was so much more than she had ever done before and she was almost breathless with the experience! When Catherine could no longer see them, she went straight into her bedroom and threw herself down on the rumpled sheets of the unmade bed. Spreading her legs wide, her hands made a bee-line for her quivering, hungry pussy -- and she masturbated furiously -- her first orgasm upon her in a matter of moments.

Catherine never saw Robbo again after that -- left the state according to John. But Mike still came around occasionally -- and a knowing glance between the two of them is sometimes exchanged -- but nothing said. 

Suddenly a loud bike pulled up next to the other Harleys and instantly brought Catherine back to reality. A smile had crossed her face at the wicked memory of that event last summer -- one of which she often found herself fantasising about when she was alone too. 

She could not see her friend Pam's car anywhere and looking down at the clock on the dash of the car, Catherine realised she had arrived some fifteen minutes or so earlier than what she had expected. Not really wanting to go in on her own with a bunch of bikers inside, she thought she would ring Pam to see how far away she was.

"Blast!" she exclaimed to herself when she picked up her mobile and noticed the battery was flat.

She could not even go to a public phone to ring her friend, because like so many people these days, Pam's phone number was only saved in her phone, and not committed to memory or anywhere else for that matter.

Catherine let out a sigh, she had waited long enough and she looked back over at the pub, she could just make out a jukebox playing an old Bob Sieger tune -- it seemed to fit the locale, she thought. 

"Here goes," she said, as she opened the car door and swung her legs out to stand on the dark road.

Briskly walking over to the other side of the road, Catherine brushed down her dress to try and increase the length a bit more. She felt quite inappropriately dressed for the bar she was about to enter -- jeans and a jacket would have been far more suitable, she thought to herself.

As she looked through the door she noticed several of the patrons watching her. Then taking a deep breath, she pushed open one half of the glass-paned double-doors and stepped inside. The din of voices seemed to halve for a moment as some of the occupants turned to check-out the newcomer. Catherine stood at the threshold for a moment longer as her eyes adjusted to the soft light of the hazy room. 

It was your fairly typical watering-hole; a number of stools lined up along the long, straight, wooden bar, various liquor bottles sitting along glass shelves reflecting in the mirrored wall behind them. Looking around, she noticed a few men playing pool on two three-quarter sized tables in the centre of the room, and over against the other wall was the usual assortment of tall, round tables and high-chairs made of chromed tubing and black plastic. Catherine guessed there were only around a dozen or so people there, most of them men, and most of them looked like bikers. Of course, she could not see her friend Pam anywhere.

"What'll it be, miss?" the craggy middle-aged bartender asked her as she walked up to the bar.

"A Baileys please," Catherine said a little nervously.

"Sure," the bartender replied. Trevor had worked at the Railway Inn for nearly five years, he had seen all sorts walk into his bar and the dolled-up blond who sat on the stool in front of him as he prepared her drink, was almost as unremarkable as many others he had seen enter the establishment at different times -- or so he thought at first. 

He eyed her inquisitively for a moment trying to guess her story. At first glance, with the way she was dressed, Trevor had thought she was probably a hooker. But then he thought she lacked the confidence of a lady of the night, or the hard look they mostly had. The other give away, he notice shrewdly, were the bands of gold and the cluster of small diamonds on her wedding finger -- he figured her for someone just passing who may have been waiting for her husband to arrive. 

"Haven't seen you around 'ere before," he commented, handing the glass to Catherine.

"Hmm," Catherine took a sip of her drink, "first time...meeting a friend here."

"I see -- a fellow?" Trevor enquired, as he handed her change to her. Normally he would not ask such a personal question, but never-the-less she seemed unperturbed by his probing.

"No!" Catherine said, holding up her left hand and fluttering her wedding rings.

Trevor smiled, "Sorry."

"A girlfriend of mine, you may know her, Pam? She says she comes in here a bit sometimes."

Catherine went on to describe Pam to the barman and she thought he seemed to know her friend. Before she had a chance to ask him if he had seen her that evening he excused himself politely and moved down the bar to serve one of the bikers. 

Catherine looked over at the biker as he stood leaning against the bar. He had longish, dark-brown hair and a neat beard that was starting to grey; his arms were bare and were almost covered with un-recognisable tattoos. He looked to be over six feet tall and slim-waisted. Not her type at all, she thought as she raised her glass and took another long sip.

Catherine watched Trevor place four schooners of beer in front of the biker, murmuring something to him discreetly. The biker nodded then turned his head to look directly at her -- catching her eye instantly and smiling at her.

Almost blushing with embarrassment at being caught checking him out, Catherine smiled back demurely and nodded. She thought he had a nice smile and a surprisingly friendly face -- his blue eyes looked clear and honest with small crows-feet at each corner. She decided he was not all that bad looking -- in an uncouth sort of way.

The biker smiled at her a little longer, and winked! Then he clasped his big hands around the four glasses and casually walked over to his friends by one of the pool tables and handed them out. Catherine looked away quickly when he glanced in her direction again.

No sooner had she finished her Baileys than Trevor had another one lined up for her. 

"That's from Jed, with complements," Trevor volunteered.

Catherine raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Who?"

"That fellow I just served, he said you had a nice smile," Trevor answered with a sly grin.

"Does he?" Catherine picked up the glass, and turning slightly, she looked back over toward where Jed stood. Almost on cue, the biker met her gaze and smiled, raising his glass in salute, and then took a large gulp. Catherine also raised her glass in salute, mouthed 'thankyou', and drunk some of the creamy liquid.

Several minutes later, while polishing glasses, Trevor watched Jed saunter over toward the blond and strike up a conversation with her. Without being asked, he replenished both their drinks and smiled inwardly, he had seen Jed in action many times -- he knew the rings would not stop him, more of a challenge if anything, he was good!

Nearly an hour later -- the bar had filled up even more, but still no sign of the blond woman's friend, Trevor noticed. Between serving customers, he had watched her occasionally as she attempted to play pool with Jed, her short, black-dress riding up her shapely thighs each time she bent for a shot, generously exposing the tops of her stockings with just the hint of a smooth round buttock coming into view too. She seemed to be enjoying the attention Jed and his group of friends where giving her too.

Trevor had watched Jed give the blond some coaching during a few difficult shots -- that no doubt had been intentionally set up by the biker -- while standing very close behind her as she lent over. Trevor thought she looked quite relaxed -- and she ought to be too after six Baileys or so, he mused.

* * *

John was now beside himself. Forty minutes before he had received a call from Catherine's friend Pam telling him she had broken down on the way to meet her for drinks. Pam told him she had tried to call Catherine but said her call had gone straight to message-bank and guessed her phone was either flat or turned off. Pam had given John the name of the bar they were to meet at and suggested he call them to cancel their evening as she was not too sure how long she was going to have to wait for vehicle assistance.

Of course, John had acted nonchalant and thought he would wait for a few minutes before he tried to contact his wife. 

There were a couple of "Railway Inns" listed and after a few unsuccessful attempts; John eventually got to speak to someone who had seen his wife.

"Yep, I know the lady you're talking about, pretty blond, short black dress, friendly like," the barman had told John over the phone.

"Can you put her on, please?" John asked him.

"Love too...but you've just missed her, if only you'd rung a couple of minutes ago," the barman said.

"She's gone?" John felt relieved.

"Think so, just left with one of our regulars."

"What!" John exclaimed, "Who?"

"Don't worry, he's a nice enough bloke, fellow named Jed....maybe they've just gone outside for a smoke," the barman said reassuringly.

"My wife doesn't smoke!" John growled down the phone, "Look, if she comes back in could you pass on a message?" John asked, and then went on to explain the situation to the barman about Catherine's friend, Pam.

"Look, I can't guarantee anything, mister. Hey, does your wife like bikes?" the barman asked him.

"No...why?" John asked, his annoyance rising rapidly.

"See, I think I just heard Jed's bike start up...yep, it's Jed's bike alright, fucking noisy thing it is, shakes the bloody windows....looks like your wife might be going for a ride!"

"What? Can you please run out there and stop them?" John demanded angrily.

There was a pause for a minute or so before John heard the barman's voice again.

"Sorry...too late, yep, looks like Jed's taking your wife for a ride. Look, I can pass on your message for ya when they get back...but if I know Jed; they may not be back for a couple of hours or so," the barman said almost contemptuously, "bit of a lady's man, our Jed."

John slammed the phone down in seething anger.

"Fucking lady's man, hey!" he spat.

John quickly picked up the phone again and rung for a taxi. The cab company said they were very busy and there may be a lengthy wait. Frustrated beyond belief, John paced impatiently and waited, fidgeting with the spare keys to the Corolla that he thought he might need when he finally arrived at the Railway Inn. 

"Why would she want to go for a ride on a bike with some creep?" John asked himself.

* * *

Catherine had never been on a Harley before; Jed had told her it was a classic, a Panhead or something weird like that. He had grabbed a spare helmet off one of the other bikes out in front of the bar for her and had helped her do it up before blasting off down the dark street.

She was not too sure how the biker had managed to cajole her into going for a ride, but he had, and Catherine thought of her husband and wondered what he would think if he ever found out that she had accepted a ride on one of those "Harleys" with a stranger. 

Thinking of John made her angry again, "Prick!" Catherine grumbled to herself as she thought about what he had said to her before she had left home that evening.

They cruised around a few blocks for several minutes before coming to a set of traffic lights that were red. A car full of hoons pulled up next to them and wolf-whistled. Catherine smiled back at them, and blew them a kiss, she knew her dress had ridden up her thighs -- no doubt well past the tops of her black stockings and when Jed gunned the bike away as the lights turned green, Catherine could feel the cool night air caress her bare buttocks as her dress blew up even higher. The thought of the young men in the car behind them brought out the exhibitionist in her, and she made no attempt to keep the hem of her dress from lifting up past her bare buttocks. She hoped they had a good look! 




Catherine



Catherine was also well aware of the wonderful vibration emanating from the slim seat of the bike caressing the more tender parts of her body! With her thighs spread either side of the biker's back and her feet high up on the pillion pegs, every time he accelerated or braked she could feel the thin material of her g-string work its way into the folds of her moistening pussy!

"Do they all vibrate like this?" Catherine yelled into the side of Jed's helmet.

"Only the good ones."

Catherine laughed, "Where are you taking me?"

"Not far," Jed said laconically, casually resting his left hand on Catherine's knee.

* * *

Trevor watched as the short, clean-cut man approached the bar a little apprehensively. He looked like an office-Johnny and Trevor had picked him for the blond woman's husband almost the instant he had walked in the door and stood surveying the small crowd, obviously looking for someone.

"Name your poison, sir?" Trevor asked the newcomer politely.

"I...I'm not after a drink. I rang earlier...my wife, Catherine? Was it you I was speaking to?" John stammered as he glanced around the rough-looking clientele.

"Oh yeah, I remember, the blond woman, black-dress, short...the dress that is. She hasn't come back in yet. Maybe she has gone home or something?" Trevor suggested, enquiringly.

"Her car is still out the front. You said something about someone taking her for a ride?"

"That's right; saw her leave here with one of the bikers. They'd been playing pool together."

John's blood nearly boiled at the mention of a biker, all a bunch of fucking cock-heads, he thought!

"You called him by name on the phone...like you know him. Where...where would he take her?" John asked, "Any idea?"

"Not too sure...maybe just a ride, does she like Harleys?"

"A Harley!" John said contemptuously, "Not that I have ever known of in the twelve years we've been married. Have you any idea where they might be?"

"Hmm...does she do this sort of thing often?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't want to alarm you, but if she isn't really into bikes, is it likely she would go back to a stranger's house?" Trevor asked, in an almost goading manner.

John felt like smashing the barman's face, "No, of course not!"

Trevor pulled a draught into a chilled schooner, "Here, on the house. I'm sure she'll show up soon enough," he smiled, a little patronisingly.

John reluctantly took the beer and looked around the bar; there were a couple of "bikers" over by a pool table. He walked over to ask them if they knew anything.

Trevor picked up the bar's phone and keyed-in a number.

"Gonzo, Trevor. Listen, is Jed there? He is? Got a blond woman with him? Ah, ah. Is she? Sounds fucking wild. Yep, put him on for a second. Jed, your girlfriend's husband is looking for her, yep down here at the bar. I reckon someone will tell him where your Clubhouse is pretty soon, just thought I'd warn you. Are you kiddin'? Love to, haven't had a fuck in months since the ol'lady left me...the bitch! Half an hour? Sure."

Trevor watched the newcomer nodding his head as the fat biker, Pugsly, spoke to him. Definitely not the sharpest tool in the box, that Pugsly, Trevor thought.

* * *

Jed hung up the phone and looked over toward Catherine, not a bad looker, he thought, sort of innocent-looking. He smiled, and walked back over to the booth where she sat still looking a little bewildered at what had just happened. It had been easier than he had thought it would be. They had only been at the Clubhouse for around fifteen minutes, maybe even less. Gave her a shot of tequila, that got her squirming; she had let him put an arm around her and had laughed like a silly girl at his jokes. She had said nothing when he had placed a hand on her thigh and caressed her gently, working the hem of her dress up to her hips until her small, lacy g-string came into view. 

It had almost been too easy!

"Not here," she had said softly, when he had pulled her g-string to one side to expose his neatly trimmed prize.

Jed had chuckled, he had been well aware that Gonzo and the others present would have been watching his progress with the well-dressed blond -- and the knowledge had excited him. 

She had closed her eyes when he manoeuvred her legs apart while almost lying back in the booth. Jed had licked one of his long fingers and worked her pretty little pussy open. He had felt the warmth of her lubrication oozing out of her narrow slit when he gently pushed his finger inside of her.

She had moaned, "Not here."

Jed had knelt on the floor, between her legs, all the while fingering her tight little hole. Her eyes still shut, her head lolled back against the soft seat.

With one hand, Jed had unbuckled the belt to his jeans then easily unbuttoned them, releasing his hard cock.

"What are you doing?" she had murmured demurely.

Jed had pulled her hips toward the edge of the seat, the height was perfect!

"Jed, what are...you...Jed...no," Catherine had said softly when he gripped her stockinged-ankles and raised her legs, spreading them wider still.

But she barely uttered a word when he told her to guide him in.

Jed had smiled when Catherine's small left hand moved slowly toward his groin, her fingers touched his flesh just above his pubic hair and to one side, and then she found his cock and clasped her slender fingers part way around its girth.

"Aim it for me," he had told her.

And she did.

Catherine rubbed his cockhead up and down her moistened slit, and then held it firm at her entrance.

Jed had flexed his hips forward, smiling as his big, round purple-knob began to disappear into her heavenly cleft. He had looked up at her pretty face framed by her pretty blond hair and noticed her eyes open. He pushed in further, and her eyes opened wider.

"I...I shouldn't be doing this...I'm married, you know, Jed, I'm married."

Jed sunk his cock in all the way, and stopped, "You want me to stop?" he had asked her.

Catherine had said nothing, she continued to look him in the eye, and then rolled her hips back and forth slowly.

"I didn't think so," Jed chuckled confidently, and then he began to fuck her.

That had been nearly half and hour ago. Now Catherine sat back in the booth, still quite shocked at what she had just let happen. Not only had she let a total stranger have sex with her, and unprotected sex at that, but she had let him fuck her in front of several other men in a darkened room -- well not quite that dark, a red light above the booth, as well as dimmed down-lights over the small bar, would have afforded them a clear enough view!

But the knowledge of being observed had struck a chord deep within her, it had titillated her beyond her wildest imagination -- it was the ultimate in exhibitionism, well beyond teasing and flirting and exposing her bare buttocks to guests around the pool or letting her dress ride up for young men to ogle her nakedness beneath. Oh yes, this had certainly struck a chord, and it was something she had only ever dreamed of before.

"Where's my dress?" Catherine asked Jed, avoiding his eyes.

Jed looked down at her; she did look nice, even better with the black dress off. Gonzo had helped him remove it when he was fucking her; she had seemed oblivious to it at the time. Gonzo had also unfastened her lacy push-up bra and slipped it off her arms, only to toss it to one of the other bikers watching -- soon to be added to their collection. She had closed her eyes again when Gonzo squeezed and pinched her nipples till they were fully erect, Jed recalled.

"It'll be here somewhere, babe," Jed told her.

"My other things?"

Jed smirked, he sat next to her again and pulled her toward him, "Don't worry, you'll get them back." 

Catherine was naked apart from her black stockings and one of her shoes, she had only been vaguely aware of her g-string being removed sometime after Jed had helped her kneel on the low table in front of the semi-circular booth. She didn't know that the delicate, lacy undergarment that matched her bra had merely been torn off her -- again, by Gonzo. 

Catherine looked down at her stockings, there was a large ladder in the right knee, and no doubt the result of the energetic fucking Jed had given her from behind while she knelt on the wooden coffee table. She had said nothing, she just enjoyed it and with her head resting on her arms that were folded beneath her, had pushed herself back upon his thrusting penis with a wanton lust, her morals totally abandoned.

Catherine tried not to think too much about what else had happened -- no one ever need know, did they? But of course, she was certain Jed was not the only one. It had happened to her before she had even realised it. One moment she had heard Jed grunting louder and louder, his deep thrusts getting faster and faster. And then Catherine had literally felt his hot seed shoot against her cervix, just as she had orgasmed herself, her passion had completely overtaken her -- she was almost delirious when Jed had hastily removed his spent slug from her still pulsating vagina -- only then to be replaced by another hard cock!

Catherine did not know who it was, but he was quick, much too quick, coming inside her just moments before she was able to achieve a second orgasm! She had collapsed onto her stomach, breathless, her knees hurting. And then hands had caressed her body, fingers explored her, mouths sucked on her and tongues licked her. She was rolled on to her back, and her nipples were suckled on by more than one man -- and she had felt quite powerless to stop them!

She did not want to stop them.

She had clamped her eyes shut firmly, her head was spinning -- no doubt partly from all the alcohol she had consumed, and no doubt a lot had to do with the situation she was in. Catherine felt herself being pulled to the edge of the table. Her legs were parted and raised, she heard the bikers comment on her body, her 'cunt' check out her 'cunt' someone had said. Fingers sunk into her 'cunt' and still Catherine kept her eyes firmly shut. Her head was twisted to one side and she could smell the distinct aroma of pre-cum moments before a hard penis touched her on the lips. The fingers thrusting in and out of her 'cunt' slipped out of her, and just as Catherine slackened her jaw the penis that jabbed at her lips was almost forcefully pushed into her mouth without a word. 

Catherine felt someone lay between her thighs, she felt her ankles being gripped firmly and her legs spread open even wider -- almost painfully. The cock in her mouth made her almost choke each time it touched the back of her throat bringing tears to her eyes. 

"Ya fucken in her yet, bro?" she heard someone ask impatiently.

Then Catherine felt it, another stranger's cock prodding at her entrance, instinctively, Catherine rocked her hips back and forth, and the biker's cock sunk into her hot, slippery hole and he began to fuck her like a rag doll, his long, fat penis stretching her delicate velvety passage like nobody previously.

Catherine sucked with fervour on the little penis in her mouth and grunted each time the man fucking her plunged in deeply, she felt her breasts being squeezed and pulled, and she was only vaguely aware of someone sucking on her stocking-clad toes after one of her high-heeled shoes had been removed.

God, he was good, she thought to herself, revelling in the ecstasy of the man screwing her mercilessly, oh dear God, this was what she needed. Catherine felt her orgasm approach quickly -- first one long, long orgasm. And still he fucked her like a steam train, his great balls slapping against her bottom like nothing she had known before. Catherine cried out deliriously as another orgasm engulfed her, just as he stiffened on top of her and pushed in hard. She heard him grunting like a wounded animal, his fat cockhead pressing against her cervix almost painfully, had partly entered her uterus. Catherine wrapped her legs around him; she felt his penis swell noticeably inside of her briefly only moments before a hot gush of sperm shot inside of her -- directly into her womb!

Catherine lay there breathless. Her eyes were still shut; she did not want to see who had just fucked her. She only now realised she was no longer sucking on the other man's little penis and she was unaware of the thick cum running down her cheek and onto the coffee table.

Her 'cunt' now ached.

Her 'tits' were now sore.

Then the phone had rung loudly. The man on top of her eased himself off, his great slug making a popping sound as it vacated her messy gash. Catherine had lain there for several more moments before she sat up weakly. As she watched Jed talk on the phone, Catherine had moved back onto the more-comfortable seat of the booth and sat with her legs crossed -- totally bewildered as to what had just happened to her!

One of the other bikers sat down beside her and began to play with her breasts. Catherine said nothing. She watched Jed replace the telephone receiver and look over at her and smile then he had walked back over to her.

Yes, she thought to herself, she had just had sex with three men in a little over half an hour -- more men than she had been with in her whole life! Catherine sighed -- and still the scruffy biker next to her played with her tender breasts!

"I...I hope I don't catch anything...you know you could have used condoms...couldn't you?" Catherine said softly to Jed, while looking down at her crossed legs.

"You'll be right, my mates are all clean," Jed reassured her confidently.

Someone handed her a drink, bourbon with a little coke and ice and she drank most of it almost immediately. The scruffy man next to her removed his hand from her breast and ran it down to her knee; Catherine gave only slight resistance when he attempted to uncross her legs. She looked up at the small bar not more than four metres away and noticed two men watching them -- the knowledge excited her -- she wanted them to watch too. Catherine felt her legs being parted and she swallowed in anticipation of what she guessed would happen next.

"Take her into the bedroom, Snapps," Jed said to the man now openly playing with her pussy.

* * *

John walked back over to the bar, and catching Trevor's eye, he waved him over.

"That fat biker told me the address of Jed's place, said it's just down the road a bit in amongst some factories," John told Trevor. 

That dumb-arse, Pugsly, Trevor thought, can't keep his fat mouth shut.

"I'm going to head down and see if my wife's there. If she comes back here in the mean time, could you have her ring my mobile?" John asked, handing the barman a business card.

Trevor was a bit alarmed at the man's plan; Jed had asked him to stall him for half-an-hour at least.

"Tell ya what, John; I knock-off soon, how about I come down with you? Might be better...you know what some of these bikers can be like? Give me about twenty minutes or so hey?" Trevor pulled another schooner of draught and handed it to him, "On the house, mate."

John thought about it for a moment -- not that he was scared or anything, he knew he could handle himself -- self-defence training prior to his three year foreign posting a decade earlier had given him great confidence in his ability, and he was still pretty fit. But he had to admit, it probably would be a good idea to have someone who knew them with him when he got there.

"Twenty minutes?"

"Probably no more, John."

John picked up the schooner and took a long drink of the cold amber liquid, he could wait a bit longer, what could possibly happen in another twenty minutes? 

* * *

Catherine found herself being led in an almost a trance-like state down a narrow passageway, she had replaced her other shoe and had straightened up her black stockings -- but apart from that she was still naked. Although Jed had handed her dress back moments earlier, it was merely draped over her arm -- he hadn't been able to locate her lingerie! Catherine heard more motorbikes roar down the side of the old house and stop abruptly in a screech of tyres skidding on the paved driveway. The short, balding man in front of her paused by a closed door and after opening it, he led her inside. Catherine looked around the darkened room apprehensively; it appeared to be a small bedroom devoid of furniture -- except for a large bed in the middle of the floor near a bare window that was barred from the outside.

The door was closed behind them.

"What...what do you want?" Catherine said somewhat pathetically, she had thought he may have been going to allow her to finish dressing.

The man Jed had called Snapps chuckled, and turning her around, he guided her backward for a few steps until she felt the soft edge of a mattress against the back of her knees. Catherine sat down and in the dim light and she watched the scruffy man remove his jeans. She guessed him to be around fifty or so, quite old, and with a large paunch. She had noticed earlier when he was sitting next to her, that his straggly goatee did little to hide teeth that appeared to be rotting, and his almost rancid breath smelt of gingivitis too -- what in the hell was she doing in here with him, she thought to herself.

"Get on ya back for me would ya," he ordered her.

Catherine looked the man up and down again, he was now naked from below the waist and his penis stood rampant. She hesitated.

"Tell ya what...you can just suck me off if ya wanna...give me a good headjob instead?"

Catherine swallowed deeply; fellatio was not her favourite thing. She moved herself further onto the rumpled bed. "Um...maybe...um, maybe we can do it doggies?" That way, at least she did not have to look at him.

He laughed, "Nup...I want ya on your back...wanna watch ya face when I fuck ya, maybe even kiss ya pretty lips too."

Snapps watched as Catherine sighed, she then lay herself down on the dirty mattress, her hands covering her breasts and pussy, almost demurely.

"Yeah, that's it. Now open them pretty legs for me too," Snapps said hoarsely, "that's it...good girl."

"Can you...can you please use a condom...please?"

Snapps chuckled again, and kneeling onto the bed, he manoeuvred himself between her legs. Nice looking bitch, he thought, better than most of the slags they got down here. The stockings were a nice touch too, he thought, as he lowered himself.

Catherine felt him prod at her opening briefly, and then push himself in, there was so much cum oozing out of her vagina that there was little resistance and he penetrated her completely in one quick thrust of his hips.

"You married, are ya?" he asked her, as he slowly began to fuck her.

Catherine nodded, "yes."

"Got one of them 'open' relationships, have ya?" Snapps asked her inquisitively, "Ya like a cock or two, hey? Fuckin' nice cunt ya got, even after that fuckin' gorilla just fucked ya," Snapps observed crudely, "Hey, lift ya legs up for me...yep, that's better."

The bed springs squeaked loudly with his every thrust, Catherine noticed. She didn't know why, but the sleaziness of what she was doing -- and where she was doing it excited her and she was soon fucking Snapps back with a renewed vigour.

"Go on then...give it to me...that's it...bang it...ugh...ugh...harder!" Catherine heard herself snarl uncharacteristically. 

And Snapps gave her his best. While he was fucking her, Catherine noticed the bedroom door open and someone walk in, he stood watching them from only a metre or so away. Catherine looked up at him, although in the dim light she could not make out his features very well, his audience titillated her, she wanted to put on a show, it was the ultimate in exhibitionism. Exhibitionism was something that she had so often enjoyed in the past, like when she wore her tiny bikinis around John's friends -- but to let a stranger fuck her in front of another stranger, good God, it turned her on! 




Catherine



Catherine

I was mad. No, not mad, furious. That prick teasing womaniser of a ... prick.

I called him to find out how he was going, and the bimbo secretary that supposedly went home an hour and a half ago answers the phone giggling. Some last minute order that had to go out.

That ... prick!

So there I was, sitting in a bar in some backwater town (alright, it was Sydney, but I was mad!) feeling bad that I am hundreds of miles away from him and he's feeding me some bullshit story about working late just to get his dick into the 22year old that grinds her ass against him every day.

He fucking promised! "There's nothing going on, I promise" Lying sack of shit.

"Who?" 

I turned. "Sorry?" I said to the guy next to me.

"Sorry, I just, who's a lying sack of shit?" he said, with a really cute smile.

"My lying, cheating, limp-dicked, asshole of a ...., no one" I thought better of finishing that sentence. After all I had no idea who this guy was and 3 bourbons in my belly.

"Tom" he said, holding out his hand.

"Catherine" I replied, taking it.

"Let me guess, he's not doing what he said he was going to be doing while you are out of town?" 

Damn, nice eyes.

"Got it in one" I smiled back. "His fake titted slut of a secretary answered the phone an hour and a half after she went home" Oh, yeah, I wasn't going to say that.

"Ah, the old working late"

I picked up what was left of my 4th bourbon and downed it in one gulp, only to see him ordering me another. I went to stop him but he saw it and stopped me in my tracks. 

"I wont take no for an answer, and besides, look at it as revenge. Letting some strange man buy you a drink without telling him will make the return trip less anxious."

Fuck it, he was right. The girls that had accompanied me on this little work paid training trip had long since hit the casino or crawled off to bed and I loved the thought of what would race through his mind when I told him some tall and very handsome stranger plied me with bourbon all night. What I told him after that would depend on the conversation it came up in. I was not above lying to him in a fit of anger.

"Just don't get any ideas" I replied, sitting down again and accepting the drink, letting my own imagination fly off in the mean time. "This isn't that kind of revenge"

He smiled and ordered a second of what he was having. It was clear, so I assumed it was alcoholic. That was pretty much the first of the big mistakes I made that night. Everything after that was the second.

The night went on and he told me about himself, what he did for a living and where he lived. He coaxed out of me everything about my marriage I hadn't shared with even my best friends, but it was one of those situations where a strange ear was the best listener. I knew none of anything we discussed would get back to anyone I knew, so I poured my heart out. He was staying in the hotel as well, and another god knows how may bourbons and hours, I was feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl gazing into the school hunk's eyes. So I kissed him.

There were a few people in the bar but it was evident they were trying to close up for the night as the empty tables now all had the chairs on them instead of under them. It made me giggle, like a room full of table dancing furniture girls with their legs in the air. Stupid, I know, but the alcohol was kicking in big time. We talked a bit more as we finished our drinks and kissed him more.

I heard a whisper in my ear, but it wasn't. He had just asked. Felt closer though. Maybe he just whispered. I don't know. Anyway we were on the way out of the bar and towards the elevators, him holding my hand, or me holding his for support. I was rather weak kneed and wondering what I was doing. All of a sudden nerves kicked in and I slowed.

"Thanks, um, for tonight. That was really good." I said. My wedding band just tripled in weight as I hid my hand behind my back, but the wobbles lurched me forward and he caught me.

"I can't let you find your way back to your hotel room. You'll never make it" My mind raced. He felt so good. The shirt sleeves hid the trace of muscle I felt through the material and my panties were getting wetter by the second. I hated myself, but he smelt so good.

An arm swept under my knees and I lost contact with the ground. If I was turned on by, fuck, what was his name, before, that was nothing compared to now. I wilted, urging myself not to do something I was really going to enjoy, but to go back to my room for nothing at all but fidelately, or whatever, oh god those arms felt good.

"Where is your room?" he cooed gently. I passed him my bag like I do to my husband and then realised what I had done too late, but he took the room key out and passed it back to me. God, could I trust him. Oh god, cologne.

We arrived at the room and he went hold me while opening the door.

"Thanks. Really. Fff..Far enough" I mumbled, trying to be put on my feet. I couldn't invite him in. A man in my room is so much worse than a man in my mouth, my tongue circling his. Oh fuck take me inside...

"You can't walk any more now than you could downstairs. Just to the bed" He unlocked the door and swept me inside. He rested me gently down on the edge of the bed and I steadied myself. I don't know what I was thinking, but I asked for a drink of something. He said something about a panadol to help the headache and I smiled. The more he talked, the worse I felt. It wasn't right to be here but I wanted it so badly.

I felt a glass in my hand and went to swallow water, but smelled strange. But I did swallow, I think it was...

I don't know, maybe a dissolvable something...

He was sitting down next to me, a hand on my leg...

"If your sure..." he cooed. Was I? My head was spinning and my legs were open, his fingers circling their way up my leg as he leaned into my neck, no, I leaned in to him. Maybe I said yes when I meant no. He wasn't the sort of guy to take advantage of me, was he?

No, my head dropped, I think. I felt lips and they must have been his. I turned away, leaning out of reach. I could'nt let myself do this, his fingers finding my very wet panties. I was a happily married woman in his strong arms. My marriage was on the line, and my husband, my husband...

All I could see of my husband was him standing at the edge of his desk with his pants around his feet and her on her back on the desk naked, legs in the air and held open by the man I called my husband. I could even see her laughing at me and begging him to fuck her like he never fucked me. 

I turned my head back and found his mouth. 

Devoured his tongue again and opened my legs. Eyes closed, I let him take control. If I was going to give it to someone while he gave it to that bimbo on the desk he so proudly showed off to me, I was going to give...

Oh god, what am I doing...

"My underwear... please..."

Did that come out wrong? They came off as I raised my hips, my heart pounding. I was about to have an affair... no, I was having an affair, was I? I think I was drunk...

I felt his hands everywhere and tried to catch them, pushing back, I think. I was naked in no time, I don't know how. His lips traced down my neck as I laid back, no I was being pushed back, was I? Hang on...

"Where, what are you doing? Please..."

That came out wrong too. I was asking him to, but begging myself not to. My husband...

Then his tongue found my hip and I shuddered. He traced his way in between my legs and I caved. I opened them for, fuck what was his name?, him, raising my hips to meet that wonderful trace... no this was wrong, but oh god... I tried to sit up but couldn't. He was circling round and round, and I struggled against him with my body while I barracked for him with my mind...

Oh god.

I was tired. 

It just built. Felt so good.

"Unh, stop. Please stop. Please don't...

No, that came out wrong...

"Please don't...stop"

No, that came out wrong....

I was coming. I could feel it. God he was good. It wasn't cheating. He hadn't penetrated me. He was just helping. 

It was like a massage, and they were OK...

Oh, god, don't stop...

"Do you like that Catherine?" Oh god...

"Uh-huhhhhh, don't, please..."

I didn't know...

"What's your surname?" WHAT?

Andrews, i think, no wait, did I say that? No...

"Aahhh Aanddd... Andrewsss..."

Do you like that , Mrs Andrews?" He teased, his tongue thrashing my clit like he was trying to tear it off. No, I wasn't Mrs Andrews, not now, oh god, please don't stop.

"Yes" I breathed...

"What's your husband's name?" Fuck no, I can't, he's cheating on me and I ...

Please just..Uunh

"Peter... please just..."

"Do you love peter?" He increased, sped up, ripping me open, holding my legs spread back. "Yes, Yes, oh Yeeaaa...I loooovvvee, FUCK, I love you..."

"Tell Peter I said thanks." What? Does he... Oh that tongue. I'm coming...

"OHH FUUUUCCCKKKK" I grabbed and ground my hips, exploding in orgasmic tears of fear and hatred and sorrow. Peter please I'm sorry. I just...

You fuck, you cheated on me...

I laid there, I was really tired...

Then I felt him, but he wasn't there before. His body was over mine and his hips felt really big, pushing and, god, feeling so good. Oh, no, he can't. That can't go in there, can it? Oh yeah, that's dick now. It was just he was fucking me. I guess it's going in alright, and wet, and really big. Oh, that's Ok...

NO, not OK! Was it? I went to move, but he was coming... He was almost done...

I wanted it, didn't I... He wouldn't have if I said no. He spasmed and I felt a warm splash in me. He slowed down, caressing me. He did care...

I was really tired.

The phone. He was on the phone. I think... I woke in a daze to his voice...

Don't know who to... He did, so it was OK. I was safe in my room. He came in and sat me up. Did I say I was thirsty? I was having a drink...

And really tired...

But he was fixing me up. He cared. And was really cute... I knew him, the face was a bit familiar...

My head rested against the bed. I just needed to rest my eyes, they really hurt...

Doorbell... I can...

"No, I'll get it" He cared so much. Someone else was here... I think I was safe...

Voices...

He was sitting next to me, caressing me, while he was on the end of the bed taking his shoes off, was he? No, there he was, bringing me another drink... 

I kissed the him next to me but he smelled different...

He caressed my breast as my eyes closed slowly and he pulled the sheet down together, each sipping a drink. I was so tired.

I felt tongues on my face, no neck. My feet were being held in the air. It was OK... I must have thought so because I could't not and I was really tired. He was thrusting as something grazed my lips, forcing it's way in between them. Whatever it was felt good, manly, tasted funny. Then there was a circle. Don't know what that was. It had a light...

Again, I came around, more light, more circle. What was that... something grazed my mouth again and I... I tried to look at the circle, to figure out what it was but...

"Catherine, come on honey, open up. You can see that in a minute. Don't make me sad" OK, I can do it if you want. "Good girl, that's it, like before all the way" What before? Oh well, there must have been a before because he said it, right...

I opened my mouth slowly. I wanted to not make him sad... He slowly pumped it in and out of me from behind as I took it in to my mouth, but hang on...

Was it one or two? Oh, there was the circle again.. He convulsed, was he OK? Was I? Oh no, he was coming. I had better swallow. The hands on my hips as he thrust...

But no...

Oh well, I was so...

Where was he going now? That was cold... My bum wasn't playing this game...

No, it couldn't, could I...

I couldn't move and he was in me, fucking me slowly while he ran something around my ass. I was on him I guess, he had something inside me already so so he really had nowhere else to put it...

But he had two?

No...

I was having two...

I relaxed, I'm sure it was OK. There was two of him. No, three. I had him in my hand, pumping while it tried to get into my mouth, while I rode him and while he slowly pushed it into me from behind...

It was OK. It was impossible so it was me...

Then the little cloud I was floating on became a violent little cloud. It pulled my hair. It thrust itself into my mouth. Tasted... wrong...

It bucked and called me "Mrs something" and Mrs something fuck" and Catherine Mrs Fuck". It was me, wasn't it? Catherine was my name...

It was getting a bit sore, I think. I felt funny inside. Like something wasn't right, as it pulled my hair and stung my chest. By ass stung too. 

What did it call me again?

It started to feel really wrong until I knew, It was just coming, that's all. Sometimes it's different every time, but I'm young and haven't had alot of this before. It's just coming...

The hands on my hips, my bum came first, I think. I didn't have to swallow and I was still riding the other one. The hands on my hips really hurt, they pinched and stung and the cloud went deep, Peter...

So did my mouth, the back of it. Maybe I had to swallow now? I just wanted to sleep... Please Peter, please Mr Cloud...

The throat hurt, it was being hit. Could I move it? I don't think so, but it kept getting hit...

I kept riding, I didn't want him to be sad...

Then I had to swallow, I know I did. I couldn't do anything else and it was there, It came real quick and I had to swallow...

Then it came out really quick and I got something in my eye, it stung and I closed them quick, but it still stung...

What did the cloud say, Pete? "Fuck yeah, She took it" or something. I didn't take anything. I didn't take anything anywhere. 

I dropped, no rode, until I made him happy, I think I did. And that little light was talking to me, asking me, I don't know...

It laughed, so I did too, and then it did some more. It liked me because it kept circling me, up and down...

Oh god, my hair. I fell, not far. No, he was just getting up... 

He wiped or spat or sprayed something on my cheek...

Voices... But not mine, no, I mean to me... Talking to me...

My eyes are so heavy...

I woke up the next morning to the sound of knocking. I was out of it. I didn't want to move. My head throbbed and I was really uncomfortable.

As I slowly came around I felt crusty. I opened my eyes to a curtain drawn room, my own, but a bit messy. I tried to sit up and think back to last night. My glance caught the mirror and I vomited.

I vomited white and creamy bile. I vomited cum. As my head rose up again, I read the lipstick smeared "SLUT" across my forehead, cum through my hair and all over my chest and face and dress in shreds on the bed, stained and stinking. There was a glass on the bedside table next to an empty tablet packet and I had almost no recollection of how I came to look as bad as I did. But I realised I was raped, and I vomited again. Then I called for whoever was out there to help me and they ran off, came back and opened the door. The rest of what happened is as was described by my friends.

This is my sworn statement of what, to the best of my ability, I recall happened on the night of 15th October 2008.



Catherine



We had been to my cousin's wedding reception and were on our way home when my wife Catherine slid over next to me and put her hand on my leg. I knew what she wanted; hell, she'd been wanting it all night. She had wanted it as we were getting ready to go to the wedding, but I had put her off because we were running late. She had been 'antsy' ever since. Twice during the reception she had tried to maneuver me into an empty room for a quickie, but instead of thinking of her steaming hot pussy I thought of the consequences of getting caught so I put her off again. I knew that she had to be so horny that she wanted to scream, but I had to put her off one more time because there just wasn't any way to take care of a wife who was eight months pregnant on the front seat of a pick up truck. I told her to hang on just a little bit longer and we'd be home soon. She had giggled and said, "Give me something to hang on to" and her hands had gone to my zipper.

I don't know if it is the same with all women – my experience was limited to Catherine – but when she got pregnant she became a sex fiend. We went from three or four times a week to six and seven times a week and the farther along she got the more insatiable she became. There were mornings when I couldn't wait to get out of the house and get to work just so I could get some rest. I couldn't get away from her at the house. Taking a shower the curtain would be suddenly pulled aside and there would be Catherine smiling at me. She would get in the shower with me and I would end up taking her from behind while she leaned against the wall. I would be working in the basement and she would come down the stairs in nothing but high-heeled pumps, sweep whatever I was working on off the workbench and then lay back on it and make 'come here' gestures with her fingers. One Saturday I was in the garage changing the oil in my pick up and she came in and slid up on the hood of her Accord, lifted her skirt and started fingering herself. 

"Hey lover, why are you putting fluid in that old thing when you could be over here putting fluid in me. Come on baby, don't make me settle for fingers."

The pregnancy caused some other changes in Cath. Where she used to be a shy, conservative and very private person, she became very outgoing and even a little outrageous in her behavior. Before her pregnancy Cath was embarrassed to kiss in public, but the pregnant Catherine didn't hesitate to drop a coat over my lap and give me a hand job in a movie theatre. I never knew what she was going to do from one moment to the next. One night I had some friends over for a poker game and Cath caught me in the hall on my way to the bathroom and tried to pull me into the bedroom for a quick piece. I held her off and told her no.

"But I need it baby, I need it now."

"Not now Cath, not while the guys are here."

"I'll bet none of them would say no to me. Maybe that's what I should do, offer them some of what you don't want. They would probably all want some." 

I saw a change in her eyes and she said, "Ooooh, and wouldn't that be fun. Which one has the biggest cock baby, I want to go tease him." 

I couldn't honestly tell if she meant it or not and I spent the rest of the night keeping a close eye on her whenever anyone of the other guys got up to use the john.

She tugged at my zipper and as it started down I kicked back the seat a couple of notches to give her some room. She reached inside my pants and worked my rapidly expanding cock out into the open. She stroked it half a dozen times and then lowered her head. She licked the pre-cum out of the pee hole and then her hot mouth closed around me. I concentrated on my driving as her head bobbed up and down and her tongue licked. We had covered about ten miles when I heard a honking horn and I looked to my left to see a car full of Latinos cruising alongside us. The one on the front seat passenger side was making 'roll down your window' motions and thinking that he was going to yell at me that my tail lights weren't working or something like that I rolled the window down.

"Hey man" he hollered over at me, "Can we be next? We can show her a good time. How about it baby, want to swallow some hot Mexican salsa?"

There was a lot more hooting and hollering and I muttered "assholes" as I rolled my window back up. Cath took her mouth off me just long enough to say, "Ignore them honey, they are just jealous."

Another five miles rolled by and by then she had me ready to pop. I told her it was on the way and she took me as deep into her throat as she could and when I came she swallowed it all. When I was limp she sat up and her left hand started fondling my limp noodle and she said, "Think I can get you up again before we get home?"

I hit the button on the garage door opener a half block from the house, turned into the drive and pulled into the garage. I heard car doors slam and heard Cath say, "Oh shit!" at the same time. I looked and saw five men walking into the garage and I heard the 'snick' of knives being flipped open and a voice said, "Be cool man and no one gets cut. All we want is a little bit of what the bitch was giving you. Five quick blow jobs and we're outta here." 

It was the ones who had gotten me to roll down the window. They had followed us home with their lights off. Catherine was out of the car and was only three or four steps from the connecting door into the house and I yelled to her to get into the house, lock the door and call 911. She looked at me, looked at them and then looked back at me before what I'd told her to do registered and that little bit of hesitation was all it took for two of the men to rush forward and grab her. One of them said, "Hey, she's got a bun in the oven" and the man who had said that all they wanted was a little head said, "That's good. I'm sure that will make hubby think twice about doing anything rash. Wouldn't want momma and the baby hurt, eh? Get her into the house." He pointed his knife at me; "You follow them in and behave yourself and it will be over quickly. Any trouble from you and you, the wife and the kid could get hurt bad." He turned to one of the men standing next to me and said, "Ramon, find rope or something we can tie him up with." He motioned me toward the door into the house, "You – inside, nice and easy now. Don't make us do something we will all regret."

Inside the house I found that the two men who had taken Catherine inside had already stripped her naked. She was standing in the middle of the living room while one of them played with her huge milk laden tits while the other stood ready with his knife in case I tried something. God knows that I wanted to smash them into mush; I could do some damage, but in the back of my mind I knew that I couldn't take five men, some armed with knives. I was failing in my duties as a husband and a father, but I could do nothing, not at the expense of possibly getting Catherine and the baby hurt.

Catherine was strangely calm standing there and letting the Latino grope her. She looked over at me and she must have known what I was thinking because she said, "I'm not going to fight it Harv. I'll do whatever they want if it will keep my baby safe." The one called Ramon laughed and said, "Hey man, hear that? What ever we want. All I was planning on was a blow job, but I ain't never fucked a pregnant Anglo before and it might be kinky." 

"Shut up Ramon and tie him to that chair." 

Three sets of hands forced me into a straight backed chair that someone had gotten from the dining room and I was securely tied to it and the one who appeared to be the leader took of his pants and sat down on the couch. His erection towered up out of his lap and he said, "Okay momma, get over here and give me some of what you were giving your hubby." 

Catherine looked at his cock and then she looked over at me and then said, "I can't, not with him watching." 

"Why not? He might be one of them weirdo's who gets turned on watching his wife." 

"Please, not in front of him." 

"Where is the bedroom?" 

Catherine pointed down the hall that led to the back of the house and the man said, "Okay momma, we'll do it your way. Take hold of my cock and lead me to your bedroom." Catherine took one last look at me and I saw the resignation in her eyes and she turned back to the man, took hold of his cock, and led him down the hallway.

I didn't see any of it, but I heard it. I sat tied to that damned chair, tears running down my cheeks, ashamed of myself for not being able to protect my family, and I listened as they slowly, but surely, turned Catherine into their willing slut. It started out with only the sounds of the five men who were in the room with Catherine.

"That's it momma, deep throat me. Hey dudes, she's got a hot mouth."

"Hey man, she swallows. I didn't even have to tell her, she just did it."

"Hurry up Juan, I want to get my cock in her face." 

"Whatcho doin Luis?"

"I'm gonna see if I can suck some milk out of them tits."

"You sick, man."

And then the moans started and I knew what was happening. Cath has very sensitive nipples and some one, Luis probably, was working on them.

"Play with my balls momma. That's it baby, you got the touch. Work your mouth mamma, that's it honey, that's it, here I come."

"Okay bitch, my turn. Deep throat this one if you can."

More moans and then a muffled scream. "Man, you hear that? I made her cum just sucking on her tits."

"We got us some prime pussy Miguel. I want more of this than just a blow job."

"Okay, go ahead and fuck her, but no rough stuff, we don't want to hurt the baby."

Several loud moans and then, "Damn it dude, be careful, she almost bit my cock off."

"Sorry Jorge, but the bitch is tight,"

"Spit in your hand and lube it up man, I can't go home to Maria with my cock gone."

More moans and, "Damn man, look at her go after my cock. I think she likes hot Mexican salsa."

"She's getting into it, look at her push back on his cock. We got us one red hot momma here."

Five minutes later I heard, "Hot damn that was good. Who wants next on her pussy?"

Cath must not have had a cock in her mouth when the next man pushed into her pussy because I heard her say, "Oh yesss, oh Jesus yessss,' and then things got repetitious. For the next hour I heard lots of oh yessses, oh yes just like that's, fuck me harders and lots of oh god, oh gods. The one that killed me was when Cath moaned, "Oh God, Oh Jesus you're big, you're big. I've never been so full. I've never had one this big. So good, oh God so good. Fuck me, oh yes, oh sweet fucking Jesus yes." Another hour of moans, sharp little cries as she had orgasms, muffled moans as she sucked cocks and got fucked and twice more, "God but you're big" and a "God help me, but I love your huge cock."

Then, to make my degradation complete one of them came out of the bedroom and walked over to me. He was naked and his hard cock bounced as he walked and I hoped to God he wasn't planning on using it on me.

"She's really having a good time in there. Are pregnant woman always that horny? I'm going to have to check out more of them. Not much fun for you though, is it? Maybe I can help. I'm BI sweetie and I like cock just as much as I like pussy. Let's see what you have in there."

He knelt in front of me and took my cock out of my pants and I'm ashamed to say that it was hard as a rock from hearing and imagining what was going on in the bedroom.

"Get away from me you fucking faggot" I hissed at him as he stroked my cock.

"Be cool jim, you ain't in no position to be getting belligerent. I can just as easily stick my cock in your mouth as take yours in mine."

He looked me in the eyes, "You'll like it jim, I can promise you that" and he bent and took my cock in his mouth. I was so charged up that I came almost as soon as his hot mouth closed on my cock. He just swallowed and kept on sucking on me until he got me up again. He got up and straddled me, lined up my cock and then sat down on it. "Oh yes" he hissed as my cock slid into his ass, "God that feels good." He took my head in both hands and looked into my eyes as he said, "I'd kiss you lover, but I don't like to kiss guys without having my lipstick on. I look real hot when I'm dressed up lover. With make up, my wig, high heels and a dress you can't even tell I'm not a girl. Next time we come over maybe I'll dress up for you and we can have some fun while the guys fuck your wife. You do know that there will be a next time, right? You hear her gushing over Miguel's cock? We'll be back sweetie, lots of times, and I think it only fair that you should have some fun too. I'll be good to you lover. I'll take your mind off that slut you are married to."

He bounced on my cock and talked like that to me for almost five minutes and then I blew my nuts in his ass. He patted my cheek, "Thanks baby, that was good, but I've got to run. I've got a throbbing cock that needs to be taken care of. You want to do it?" He looked into my face and then said, "No, I guess you don't. That's okay baby, your wife will take care of it." He got up, tucked my cock back in my pants and headed back to the bedroom.

Dawn was peeping in the window when the orgy in the bedroom finally broke up. The men filed out of the bedroom and Cath was walking next to the last man and she was holding his hand. At the front door the man turned to face her, "I'll call you" and Catherine said, "Okay" and he turned and left. Catherine stood at the door and watched them drive off and then she turned to me, "You heard?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry Harv, but I didn't have a choice."

"I know honey, I know and somehow we will work it out, but hurry up and untie me so I can call the cops."

"No, I can't let you do that."

"You going to leave me tied up forever? As soon as I get loose I'm calling the police."

"Then I can't untie you until they've had a chance to get home and off the streets."

"You know what this means?"

"I'm sorry Harv. I love you, I really do, but I don't want Miguel in jail."

"That's right; you can't fuck him if he's in jail, can you?"

"I'm sorry Harv, I really am" and she walked out of the room leaving me tied to that chair.

It was almost four hours before she finally cut the ropes holding me to the chair. It took twenty minutes for the first cop car to get there and the detectives got there eight minutes after that. When they did get there Catherine would not cooperate. When pressed she said she did it willingly and when she said that I said, "Yeah, but I didn't" and I described what the one named Luis had done to me. One of the detectives called some one he knew who worked Vice Squad and the man he called knew of a cross dressing Mexican named Luis. Luis was picked up and I identified him in a line up. He was offered a deal and he rolled over on his buddies and gave a written confession of what the five of them had done. I was called to come down to the Justice Center to look at a line up to see if I could identify any of the others. Just before I left the house to go down and do the line up Cath asked me not to do it.

"Forget it Catherine. If I can send those animals away I will."

"Please Harv, I don't want to see Miguel go to jail."

"Why, because he couldn't fuck you anymore if he's in jail? I'm supposed to be a party to your infidelities? Not on your life Catherine!"

"That isn't it Harv. I know it disgusts you to think about it, but Miguel gave me the most sexual pleasure that I've ever had in my life and I would feel guilty if he ended up in jail because of it. Please Harv, let it go and let's get on with our lives."

"Not a chance Cath, he's going to jail."

"If you do this Harvey I don't know what it will do to our marriage."

"Our marriage was over when you left me tied to that fucking chair. The only reason I haven't tossed your sorry ass out onto the street is the baby."

Her face paled when I said that and for the first time I realized that she really expected that our life wouldn't change and that she thought that I probably loved her enough to forget about what happened.

I picked the other four out of the line up. Two of them went for a deal and that gave me three confessions to work with along with the police report where Cath told the cops she did it willingly. Cath contested the divorce and she vowed to fight tooth and nail over custody of our newborn son. The divorce was a slam-dunk for me when I produced the police report and the three confessions. My lawyer used Catherine's own words against her when he addressed the Court. 

"No woman who willingly let five men have repeated sexual intercourse with her while she was eight months pregnant could possibly be a fit mother for a child. The chance she took that night with the life of her unborn baby is alone enough to prove her unfit." 

Catherine not only didn't get custody, but she wasn't even given visitation rights. I do let her see little Anthony from time to time, but only after she begs sufficiently enough to satisfy my need for revenge. She has begged for forgiveness; she swears she loves me and only me and she desperately wants to get us back together, but it is never going to happen. I will never, for as long as I live, forget that she left me tied to that chair for four hours and I will never forgive her for doing it.



Catherine and Charles (and Nick!)



Catherine met Charles because of her interest in an MFM threesome. It was as simple as that. He didn't know that at first, but it soon became clear that the reason she was 'stepping out' was her long-held fantasy of being with two men. Making a connection with him or someone like him was the first step in the process.

Thankfully for all concerned, Charles embraced the idea. It turned out that much information was available online, more and better than that held in some books that could be perused at the local Barnes and Noble. He dove into the project after Catherine identified an interested third, coaching her in the questions she had to answer for herself, while at the same time preparing himself for the possibilities.

It started out to be extremely complicated, for Charles faced the prospect of a rival joining him in this endeavor. But the three of them moved forward, to the point of three-way chat and shared emails regarding specifics of the planned meeting in Dallas. The plan eventually died, though, when the 'third' found a new love. Perhaps he wasn't as fully on board as first appeared.

For a year the idea simmered, but in the background. Catherine and Charles had found something very special in each other, and became ever closer, and more robust in their exploration. Finally, though, it was time.

"Perhaps a swingers' club would be fun," Charles mused during an online chat one evening. "Maybe there you'll find the perfect third." Catherine quickly took the bait, "Are there places like that? Where?" He was ready with an answer, "Atlanta. The Trapeze. Here's the link." The conversation flowed from there over the next few days, and a plan was hatched to meet there in the coming weeks.

They didn't want to leave her fantasy subject to a chance meeting with the right person, so they began interviewing a few of the many prospects who answered a craigslist ad. Eventually, the number was reduced to four. To complete the process, and hopefully have some fun for all along the way, Charles and Catherine sent an email to the 'candidates', giving them further information and soliciting their input. To give you a flavor of the email...

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Catherine: When it comes to erotic pursuits, my long-time fantasy is to be shared by two terrific, beautiful men. I can think of nothing sexier than two of everything...two warm, wet mouths kissing me, two pairs of questing hands caressing and touching me, two pairs of lust-filled eyes watching me surrender to the ultimate pleasure, two um...well you know. Although the physical interaction is the ultimate goal, there also has to be a mental connection and some chemistry between us. A lovely, sparkling conversation over drinks and dinner filled with quiet innuendo (times two), is part of the fantasy.

Charles: Over the last year we have devoted a fair amount of attention to Catherine's fantasy of adding a second male to an evening. There was a firm plan for last spring that fell apart when the third backed out before the trip. For a variety of reasons the discussion was put on hold, but rekindled over the past couple of months. This effort is the result of those discussions, and we both are intent upon sharing this experience.

Last year's plan still holds appeal. The three of us will meet for drinks and dinner in the hotel restaurant to get to know one another better and to flirt shamelessly. When sufficiently *energized*, the group will move the party to the suite upstairs. There the focus will continue to be on Catherine and her pleasure. We have learned together that her passion knows no bounds and that in nurturing her passion, it is impossible to imagine anyone being left behind. After a wet, warm, loud, energetic and exhausting evening, the third will depart, satiated, with stunning memories. Safe, covered sex will be the rule.

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Amazingly, an opportunity presented itself to meet in Oklahoma, earlier. Charles put out some feelers, both on craigslist and a swingers' site, and soon had a couple of interesting prospects. Catherine focused on one, Nick, and the game was on. The earlier email was shared with him, and a couple of three-way chats preceded some one-on-one chats and phone conversations for him with Catherine.

Within a few days it was set, planned for a week after the first contact with Nick. Catherine set the tone with an email to both men a few days before the visit:

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Soaking in a steaming bath, I reflect on the wildly improbable conversations of recent days.  Conversations of erotic possibilities, fantasies fulfilled, desires shared. I think about Charles, my trusted friend and lover. I wonder about Nick, the man I know only from a few photos, on-line conversations, and a phone call. The bond with Charles is deep and strong. The chemistry with Nick is, true to his claim, "all sizzle and giggles." Letting the hot water soothe my body, I relax into the water, welcoming its sensual embrace.



I think about what might transpire in a few days...what it will be like to have them both caress me, kiss me, touch me, embrace me. I run my fingers along my neck, wondering whose lips will first find that sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. A tingle races through my body as I realize I'm about to have, for the first time, two sexy men to simultaneously kiss both sides! I slide my fingers down my left arm, wanting to feel the caress of both men...wanting to feel a wet mouth suck my fingers into moist heat. I trail my fingertips back up my arm, then drifting across my chest, then down my left breast, skimming my nipple before traveling further down my stomach to my thigh, to my calve, to my foot. I think about my toes...toes that didn't know they were erogenous zones until a hot August afternoon two summers ago, when Charles first sucked them into his hot, wet mouth.

I think about the erotic pleasure I share with Charles, then wonder about expanding it to include another, Nick, and am deeply curious about the combined sensations. The thought of both of them seeking to pleasure me is breath-taking. I think about the long, lingering moments I want to spend with both of them simultaneously kissing and nuzzling my neck, caressing my breasts, sucking my hard nipples until I'm breathless with desire, until I'm crazy with need, perhaps even until I climax... 

I think about hands, fingers, mouths...and cocks. I wonder how it will feel to have Nick in my mouth, my throat actually, and Charles in my pussy--ultimately in my ass. Another current of sensation races through my warm, wet body. I know the sensations will be intense, but I really can't comprehend the feelings I long for. If my ability to climax with Charles is any indication, multiplying that with a second, sexy man intent on driving me repeatedly to orgasm, will be stunningly erotic.



I ache to find out just how erotic—becoming anxious to be with them. Knowing their lust-filled gaze will make me high; knowing my body will respond to their attention, I realize my body is responding already...my nipples hardening of their own accord into little pebbles. I skim a finger down to discover my body releasing its own moisture to mingle with the steaming water. I know if I'd allow myself, I could climax now with little effort, but I opt to just linger in the relaxing embrace of the water, continuing to think about the opportunity to fulfill my deepest fantasy. 

I think about my new friend, Nick, with his appealing confidence and directness. I wonder what it will be like to learn a new body. Ultimately though, my curiosity centers around what it will be like to have him share my body with Charles.  We haven't yet shared intimate photos so a sense of mystery teases me. I wonder how he will feel when I take his cock into my mouth--my throat. What will he feel when my warm, wet mouth sinks down on his hard length? I hope a jolt of electric passion. The wanton in me takes unabashed pleasure in sucking a hard cock deep into my throat. I don't intend for him to climax in my mouth, but I think perhaps on my breasts. The primal eroticism of that thought sends yet another tingle racing through my body.  Although it's hard to tell from our brief interactions, I think beneath his playful demeanor is something very primal, very raw--a gentleman on the outside but very much a sexual animal beneath the façade. 



My thoughts turn to Charles, and all the erotic exploration that has led us to this point. We've tried almost everything that seemed to interest one or both of us. I marvel at his willingness to create this special experience for me—sharing me with another man. We'd planned this once before, but I think now neither of us was fully ready and both the timing and our choice of partner for this evening are better.  The deep eroticism and playful sexuality we share will be intensified, magnified, and shared—by Nick's presence. I ache to feel Charles inside me, in my pussy, but even more to feel him deeply in my ass when I have Nick in my mouth. Just the thought is electric in its erotic power—sending a sizzle down my spine...

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And so the table was set...and the adventure about to begin.

Catherine met Charles in his suite a few days later, both of them ripe with anticipation for their planned meeting with Nick later that night, but also simply thrilled to be together. Flinging themselves at one another, they kissed passionately, eager to erase the weeks they had been apart. Soon, clothes were flying, and it was only moments before the lovers flopped onto the king size bed for a frenzied coupling, and the start of a new adventure.

"I can't believe this is really going to happen," Catherine whispered as they cuddled in the large bed. "All these years I have imagined what it might be like, and now I'm going to find out. It will be stunning, I know."

"We still have some things to discuss before tonight, Catherine," Charles began. "I will be there as a participant for your pleasure and mine, but I will also be there for your protection, both physical and mental. I need to know how far you want this to go. You may not know now, but at the very least we have to establish some clear signals for tonight."

"You're afraid I might not be too articulate later?" she asked with a smile, recognizing what they both knew: she would be consumed with passion, not thinking about anything other than the pleasure of the moment.

"Exactly, and I don't want you to regret anything later, either for going too far or not far enough. What do you want to happen?"

"Honestly, Charles, my fantasy has been you, and another, kissing me and playing with my breasts. I haven't gotten much past that, but I'm sure I'll want to go farther, as I said in the weekend email."

"Are you thinking of double penetration?" he asked gently, addressing the 'elephant in the room".

"I'm not sure how I feel about that right now. I don't want to rule it out, but it isn't my primary focus," she replied thoughtfully.

"OK. Let's get dressed for dinner, and we can work out the details then. We need to get plenty of carbs in you," he laughed, "I think it's going to be a very long night. And don't forget the button toy," He said with a wicked grin.

They were seated in a banquette just inside the hotel restaurant, facing the entrance. The waitress was young and attractive. The mood was light. After drinks were ordered, the earlier conversation continued.

Catherine and Charles talked about the logistics of the evening, deciding that if Nick was invited upstairs, they would begin in the sitting room of the suite. Catherine would greet Nick at the door, kiss him hello, and lead him to the couch where he and Charles could begin their play with Catherine. If Catherine wanted to continue, she would invite 'her boys' into the bedroom. If 'DP' was on her mind, it would again be signaled by a room change – back to the couch in the sitting room. With that settled, it was time for fun.

When the waitress reappeared to discuss the dinner order, Charles nudged the remote control in his pocket, activating Catherine's clitoral vibrator, the button toy. Though it was only on the lightest of the four settings, the jolt for Catherine was obvious, at least to Charles. She handled the moment with grace, however, and the 'specials' of the evening were discussed without further intrigue. 

The priceless look she gave Charles spoke volumes, a recognition that the surprising, quick stimulation excited her.  And it progressed over dinner, with more intense and longer vibration each time the waitress reappeared. Catherine, already anticipating the evening's delights, was excited without the vibe. With it, she was completely ready. She confided to Charles that she was already wet with anticipation.

This was not a night to linger over coffee. Catherine was eager to press ahead, so they retreated to the suite to prepare for meeting their companion for the evening. 

"I want you to wear this when we return to the room," Charles said as he surprised Catherine with a short, black satin nightgown. Surprised and delighted, she held it up while standing in the mirror, recognizing that it was demure enough to wear when greeting Nick at the door, but showed off her breasts and legs nicely. It was clear, also, that the spaghetti straps would be easily dispatched.



"Charles, I love this," she exclaimed, planting a very sexy kiss on his eager lips while pulling his head to her with her satin-clad hand. "Thank you, for all of it."

"You're welcome. I hope this turns out to be everything that you've imagined. Now, wait here until I text you, the signal that he is as expected. It should only be a few minutes."

With that, Charles headed to the hotel's lounge, where he quickly recognized the tall, athletic-looking man from his picture, sitting on a couch in a well-lighted corner. After shaking hands Charles took the chair to the side of the couch, ordering drinks for three when the waitress appeared, and asking for the check at the same time. Indicating that Catherine would be down in a few minutes, he texted Catherine, "Eat a vitamin. You're going to need it. Please join us." When Catherine received the much anticipated text, she raced downstairs to the two men—her lovers for the night.

Nick and Charles rose when Catherine approached, her eyes sparkling with delight as she appraised the man she had only known through a few emails and phone conversations. Clearly she was taken, and surprisingly flustered. Charles retreated to his chair. For a moment it looked as if Catherine was going to take the opposite chair, a clear sign that she was off balance. But Charles guided her to the couch next to Nick and adjacent to him. The three settled in for a few minutes of conversation over the drinks that had just arrived.



The glasses were only half-empty when, impatient to continue, Catherine turned to Nick and offered him the room key, "Would you care to join us upstairs?" Nick beamed a smile, and started to reply, but was gently cut off by Catherine. "Please give me ten minutes. Room 403," and took Charles by the hand to the elevator without even looking back.

Hardly waiting until the doors closed, she leaned into Charles, kissing him hard, and pressing her over-stimulated body firmly against his, "Thank you, Lover. This is going to be perfect," she exclaimed. They stayed intertwined until the doors opened and they made their way to the suite.

Once there Catherine quickly exchanged her dress for the nightgown and heels. After she applied new lipstick, a particularly deep red color that highlighted her auburn hair, she emerged from the bathroom. "You are stunning," said Charles softly. "This is going to be very special. Did you see the way Nick looked at you?" She had been too excited to notice but longed for the moment when she would see naked lust in the eyes of not just one, but two attractive men.

When she nodded, Charles continued, "Remember the signals we talked about? If you are ever uncomfortable, just say the word and we stop. This is all about you – your fantasy and your pleasure."



With that he led her to the couch. There he proceeded to smear her fresh lipstick with a firm, wet kiss, while at the same time using his right hand to gently squeeze her breast, his fingers playing over her hardening nipple. Enjoying the rapid escalation of her passion, he slipped a finger to her wet pussy and brought it to her mouth, spreading her own juice across her lips "See how wet you are already? Taste this. Nick will get a taste too, as soon as you kiss him." Catherine moaned, her eyes glazing over with desire and her lips around his finger. Thrilled with the image Charles painted, she was eager for this adventure to begin.



Nick's knock on the door startled them, but with a wink and a gentle push Charles sent Catherine to the door.

Catherine opened the door for Nick, concealing herself behind it, suddenly self-conscious about her revealing outfit. He stood in the entrance, then took a step inside, past the door, which she closed behind him. For a moment they faced each other awkwardly; Nick taking in the beauty of the petite woman before him, Catherine unsure about how to proceed. She started to return to the couch, to Charles, but stopped when he said, "I think Nick expects a kiss, Catherine."

She smiled with the invitation from her lover, returning to Nick, tilting her head back to look up at the tall, handsome man. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly, before completely disarming her with a broad smile and the observation that he thought he might have been set up. The key didn't work, and he had a fleeting thought that it was all an elaborate ruse, including a fake room number. "So, I was particularly happy that you finally answered the door," he quietly said. The good laugh by all eliminated any tension, freeing the men to focus on Catherine.

As soon as Catherine and Nick sat on the couch, Charles pulled her to himself, kissing her hard before letting his lips drift down her neck, finding the special spot where it joined her shoulder. Catherine took the cue to search out Nick's lips again, moaning into his open mouth as Charles cupped her breast. Charles continued his exploration, sliding the strap from her shoulder, letting the satin slide from her right breast. Soon his lips found the hard nipple. At the same time Nick followed suit, using his teeth to pull the remaining strap from her shoulder before latching onto her left nipple with another warm mouth.

"This is so incredible," Catherine exclaimed as she lay back against the couch, her head thrown back, two hot mouths sucking her nipples. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop." Charles followed her request, but added to the sensation by sliding his right hand downward, seeking her heat. Sliding his fingers over her mons, he allowed them to dance lightly over her swollen lips, wet from hours of anticipation and the stimulation of her sensitive breasts. He avoided her clitoris as he rubbed her lips with two fingers, a wishbone surrounding her throbbing shaft, completing the tease by squeezing her lips together, compressing the clit between them while sliding fingers and thumb up and down.

Both men continued to suck and nibble on Catherine's erect, needy nipples. Arching her back, she slid a hand around each head, pulling the hungry mouths tighter against her breasts. Charles by now had inserted two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. Quickly locating her g-spot, he made small circles with his fingertips on the ridged flesh. As the g-spot became firmer with her arousal, Charles dragged his teeth against her nipple, feeding her need for more intense sensation. Catherine moaned her approval, running her fingers through his hair. Sensing it was time to turn up the heat further, Charles began twisting his fingers within her pussy, allowing thick knuckles to massage her g-spot, again and again, as he rotated them. When her hips began moving, he added a slow thrusting to the twisting motion, and bit down more forcefully on her nipple. "Oh yes...yess...yesss," she cried, releasing for the first time that evening, pulling her two playmates against her as she rode out her orgasm.




Catherine and Charles (and Nick!)



The most vivid part of her fantasy fulfilled, Catherine floated in her ecstasy, wanting more of the two men. Charles eased his fingers from her tight but now sloppy pussy, moving up further on the couch. With his lips close to her ear, he whispered to her, "Tell Nick how you taste, Lover," while offering his wet fingers to Catherine's eager mouth.

Her soft moan seemed an invitation to Nick, who slid off the couch to kneel on the floor before Catherine. Wasting no time, he put one of her legs over each of his shoulders and dove right in. His tongue lapped eagerly at her sweet juices, feverishly covering her vulva with a series of licks. His approach was much more aggressive than the gentler oral sex that had become her pattern with Charles, and she responded eagerly to the change of pace.

Meanwhile, Charles kept busy with the mental part of the sensual 'assault'. Catherine had a deeper, more profound orgasmic experience when her brain was fully engaged. Knowing that words were the pathway to that full release, Charles spoke to her. "This is what you imagined, Lover, the complete attention of two lusty men, intent upon pleasuring you." Catherine could only whimper weakly in response. But her back arched again, offering her right breast to his large, soft hand as he nuzzled her neck and shoulder, the lovers staying connected while her new playmate was busy below.

And busy he was. Catherine's hips had started moving as her pleasure deepened. Nick inserted his large index finger into her pussy, which tightened around the welcome intruder. For the first time he experienced the strength of her pelvic muscles, and immediately understood the treat he might find later. For now, though, he concentrated on the writhing, needy pussy in his face. Nick licked and sucked noisily, while at the same time aggressively fucking Catherine with his finger. She was close to cumming, horizontal by now, her legs stiffening over Nick's shoulders with her head cradled in Charles's lap. His left hand held her up to his mouth and his pistoning right hand. "Please...Please," moaned Catherine all thinking now past, focused only on reaching her peak

"Cum for us, Catherine. Cum now!" whispered Charles as he twisted her nipples, giving her both the permission and extra push that she needed to get over the top.

"Oh...oh...oh my god," she exclaimed as her hips continued their rotation, her legs squeezing Nick's head as he sucked her clit and, now more slowly, massaged her pussy. Soon she was finished, slumping back into Charles's arms while Nick untangled himself from her clinging legs. Joining the others on the couch, to Catherine's left, he gently kissed her, allowing her again to taste the results of her pleasure.

There were smiles all around as the three playmates recognized the early success of this adventure. Those changed to wide grins as Catherine said with a wink, "Boys, I'm going to freshen up. I'll see you in the bedroom."

Catherine was ecstatic. Eighteen months after meeting Charles, following countless phone calls, a dozen *visits* and hundreds of hours of chat, her long-held fantasy of playing with, being pleasured by, two energetic men was being realized. She had confessed her mfm fantasy to Charles during the eight hours of their first visit. Now it had become so very real, and was everything she had hoped. 

Yet she was still unsure how far it might go... how far she would let it go. Catherine had imagined, graphically and often, the consuming attention of two men focused only on her. She had brought herself to orgasm frequently with that vision of two hungry mouths, hot and wet, driving her wild by sucking and nibbling on her erect, sensitive nipples. That much had been happily and fully achieved.

Yet she had also let her imagination glimpse other possibilities, the steps beyond kissing, petting and stroking. Catherine had seen, actually studied, some online videos of threesomes. Charles had teased her during one of their previous visits by showing her an instructional MFM video. All of this flowed through her mind as she prepared herself for the next step, and confidently walked from the powder room to the bedroom. She wanted to literally be between the two men—with one cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. The thought made her tingle with anticipation and desire.

There she found Nick on the bed, his back against the headboard. Charles was standing at the foot of the bed, chatting with this evening's partner, when he turned to view Catherine's arrival. She looked stunning with brushed hair, newly-applied red lipstick, and the warm glow that follows a terrific orgasm.

Charles stopped her with a kiss, at once tender and passionate. "Let's lose the nightgown, Lover," he intoned as he pulled the black satin nightgown over her head. Nick had removed his trousers before taking his position on the bed, a fact quickly clear to Catherine. In the low light of the single corner lamp, she crawled toward her new friend, a feline on the prowl, ready to devour her prey. Reaching him she placed a hand on each of his thighs, straining to reach his inviting lips.

The grin Nick was wearing as Catherine entered the room soon became a serious look of anticipation. His bright blue eyes darkened when she approached. His long arms wrapped around her as she sought the heat of his mouth. Her passion ignited the kiss. Lips mashed against each other. Her tongue snaked easily through his open teeth, searching his depths, communicating her gratitude for Nick's earlier attention and her desire to take this party to the next level.

His reaction was immediately evident to Catherine, his hard cock pressing into her soft stomach. Yet she took her time tasting this new playmate, rekindling the flames that burned so brightly on the couch. The heat rose even further when she lifted her hand to his left nipple, squeezing gently at first, then more forcefully as she felt his welcoming response. But Catherine could no longer ignore the hard cock beneath her, sliding her hand down his smooth chest, past his tight abs, and under the elastic at the top of his briefs.

For the first time she felt Nick's cock directly, its skin a soft covering of the rigid hardness. The velvety head was moist with precum, which she smeared all over its top. Though the kissing was so essential to her arousal, Catherine could no longer wait to taste him. Trailing kisses down his broad chest, stealing a sharp bite of his left nipple on the way by, she scooted back on the bed. With both hands tugging at his briefs, and his eager help lifting himself from the sheets, Nick was soon naked before her.

Catherine wasn't sure how she came to her great love of giving oral sex. But there was no doubt that it was thrilling for her. She felt powerful, in control. The fact that she could deliver such pleasure in itself was intoxicating. Yet it was more.  She loved the presence of a cock in her mouth. Even a finger there was exciting for her. A hard cock, though, seeping with a slippery taste of 'him', sliding against her hungry tongue, pressing against her inner cheek, and filling her throat – Well, that was something else again.

She knew the pleasure she received from abandoning herself to the effort. Taking more and more of a cock inside, coming ever closer to 'his' soft curls, embracing the musky scent, even gagging as she took it fully, was a process Catherine craved. She had learned that her passion and talents were rare, which made her all the more eager to share them in special moments. Nick was about to learn just how wonderful a hot, enthusiastic, focused blowjob could be.

Now 'eye-to-eye' with Nick's hard cock, Catherine had a decision to make. Should she go for the 'kill', or stretch out the experience? Her preference always was for the latter, so despite Nick's eager, aggressive assault upon her senses earlier, Catherine knew that she needed to savor this moment.

Pointing his cock to the ceiling, she licked its base before dropping her moist tongue to his heavy, nicely-trimmed sac. Catherine wasted no time in taking one of Nick's balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue all around, sucking gently, and then applying the same treatment to the other. Nick moaned his approval, completely enjoying the feel of this new experience. Charles simply took it all in, comfortable with this next stage in the fulfillment of Catherine's dream.

She had learned that busy hands multiplied the sensations of a blowjob, but that slickness was key. So she began using her tongue to coat his cock with saliva. Catherine held Nick's balls with her left hand, softly squeezing, while her right was assisting her tongue with his hard shaft. Up and down, around and around, her tongue and hand spread the slick moisture over Nick's tense skin.

Soon it was time for a taste. With her fist gliding in a spiraling motion up and down his shaft, Catherine took the mushroom head between her hungry lips. Her tongue scooped up Nick's precum, savoring the salty taste, before inching down his cock. Again and again her mouth moved up and down, each time taking a bit more of his thick manhood, all the while her twisting hand alternately met her lips before returning to the cock's base.

"That's incredible, Catherine", panted Nick, lifting his hips to encourage deeper penetration while absorbing her head's motion with his hands in her soft hair.

Charles had waited long enough. The scene before him was fascinating, but he now needed to get involved. He had wondered how he would react when the moment arrived. Would he be jealous? Aroused? Nervous? Aroused won out as he watched his passionate lover pleasure another man, and he moved to join the couple on the bed, kneeling behind Catherine's upturned, inviting bottom before sliding into her dripping pussy. Her now energetic attention to Nick required Charles to grasp her hips for control as he watched her head bobbing in front of her new playmate.

"How decadent, how wholly sexual is it to be taken by two men at once," Catherine thought to herself. There's no other reason for such an act except to embrace pure, raw lust. Catherine caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirrored closet doors. Nick's cock was buried in her throat—his hands fisting in her hair—pressing her down on his raging hard-on. Kneeling, her pussy was dripping her excitement as Charles thrust his cock deeply into her from behind. She caught glimpses of herself—between the two men. As she would raise up off Nick's cock and Charles would retreat, she had milliseconds to take in her appearance—mussed hair, smeared lips, wild eyes—a woman completely abandoning herself to the men's need to push her to new heights of pleasure.

Each thrust by Charles pushed her forward and down on to Nick's cock. The result was a rather energetic and forceful deepthroated blow job. She had to gasp for air as his hard heat offered the delicious kind of abuse her throat craved. Soft gagging was audible as Nick's cock thrust deeply enough to trigger her gag-reflex. Charles knew from experience that this was the moment to slam into her with as much force as he thought she could take. He knew there was something compelling for Catherine—something primal triggered by a hard cock gently gagging her—making her gasp for air—making saliva and pre-cum ooze past her lips—making her deliciously messy. He was only too happy to oblige, holding her hips as he thrust his throbbing cock deep and fast into his lover while she kneeled over Nick.

It was too much for Charles. Catherine's earlier explosive orgasms played through his mind as he watched and felt the scene before Nick. The exquisite torture she was now meting out, deepthroating him as she stretched out the sensations with her twisting and tugging hands, was overwhelming. The vision of her fevered motion, with Charles behind, thrusting the three of them together, added to his ecstasy. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh god, I'm cumming," Nick cried, holding Catherine's head still around his spurting cock.

Nick's orgasm triggered hers. The feeling of his thick, creamy spunk blasting against her throat, spilling from the corners of her mouth with its volume, took her over the edge. Catherine was fulfilled in Nick's pleasure. That her warm and willing mouth could take him to those heights thrilled her.  Coupling that with the wickedness of the whole scene was immeasurably satisfying. 

None if this was lost on Charles. His thrusts had become more energetic as he watched the scene before him. For more leverage and height he lifted his left leg, and placed that foot on the rumpled sheet. Now able to see Catherine's vigorous bobbing on Nick, moving fluidly with her as he stroked in and out, their timing controlled by the interaction, he was on the verge of climax. When Catherine succumbed, Charles had no choice. Her clenching pussy, arched back, and long moan of ecstasy were more than he could take. His spasms seemed to go on forever as he continued his stroking, slowing as he emptied himself into her, but wishing it would never end.

They collapsed in a heap - Catherine against Nick, Charles over Catherine, all trying to catch their breaths. Catherine was completely satisfied, not just with her shattering orgasm, but with the powerful knowledge of successfully making love to two strong men. She had experienced her fantasy of giving herself freely to them, and in turn reveled in the thrilling moment of their ultimate release. 

In that moment she had learned that it was not enough to feel those two hot mouths on her needy nipples. It was not enough to be brought to searing heights by two skillful and passionate men. She wanted, needed, to be the instrument of their satisfaction as well. To be in the center, enjoying both and simultaneously pleasuring both, went beyond her imagination. Catherine was in new territory now, and loved every minute of it.

Catherine recovered enough to drag herself from the bed, leaning into Charles as she passed and kissing him softly on the cheek.  She wasn't sure how he would react to any leftover 'taste' of Nick, and had no interest in raising a question.  These two very straight men were playing well together, never losing sight of their focus on her. She didn't want to risk any change in that focus, she thought as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

"You are a very lucky man," Nick said when the two were alone.

"I knew Catherine would be energized," Charles replied. "But she is in a very special place tonight. Fun, isn't it?"

"I was hoping from our early conversations she would be passionate. It's beyond that. She seems hungry for pleasure. Is it always this way?" Nick asked. 

Catherine interrupted the conversation with her return. Her eyes wide, she looked up at Charles. "Thank you, Lover.  This is so much better than my fantasy." She kissed him hard on the lips, molding her tight body into his, feeling his soft hair as she pulled him completely into her wet kiss.

Nick slipped away to give them a moment. "It's always different," he thought, remembering the various times he had been with a couple. "This is the best way, though. When a committed couple seeks a third for frolic, it seems to strengthen their connection instead of weakening it." The fleeting thought made him happy.

Nick became even happier when he came back, and Charles left to take his turn in the facilities. Sitting on the end of the bed, Catherine beckoned to Nick, who sat beside her. He wrapped his long arms around her, and they shared a kiss, more warm than passionate, yet nonetheless satisfying. They both enjoyed the brief moment just to themselves, and found themselves stretching out along the foot of the bed.

They were still there when Charles returned, though by then the kissing had become more intense. Nick had discovered Catherine's slight submissive streak as he lay atop her and gripped her wrists in his strong hands, their arms fully-extended. She moaned deeply into their hot kiss and shifted beneath him, letting him know with certainty that he had flipped a secret switch. 

A moment of doubt caused Charles to pause, uncertain if he should interrupt with his presence. But Catherine beckoned him with her eyes as he moved toward the pillows and leaned back against the headboard. In a blink she was kneeling before him, reaching for his lengthening cock. "I've wanted this all night, Charles. Sit back and enjoy."

It was a source of pride to Catherine that she had learned to take Charles fully in her throat.  With regular 'practice' she could start with his stiff cock and almost immediately engulf his full length.  But there was something special about taking it from the beginning, especially when he had previously come and she could draw out his pleasure almost to the point of exquisite torture. 

Catherine loved the velvety feel of his cock's plump head against her tongue, which turned a slow circle around its ridge. As it grew in girth the crown became more pronounced, with a prominent ridge protecting the sensitive flesh below. It thrilled her to drag the soft flat of her wet tongue over this skin, massaging the head before finding his tiny hole with her pointed tip. She couldn't imagine being any more aroused but taking Charles in her mouth, in the presence of another man, made her pussy tingle and gush with fresh juice.

Charles adjusted the pillows behind his back, lifting his hips toward her eager mouth. "That feels so good, Catherine," he breathed. But he knew it would get better. He relished the feeling of her soft lips caressing his hard cock. The motion of her hands, in complete synchrony with her sensual sucking, always sent him to a special place. But when she looked up, looked deeply and longingly into his blue eyes, with a long string of saliva mixed with his precum stretching from her mouth to his cock head, he always succumbed. At that point he fell into a place where senses merged with imagination and he was lost to feelings.

By this time Nick needed to join in. Catherine was on her knees, her swaying ass high, taking some of her weight on a straightened left arm while her soft mouth and twisting right hand brought so much pleasure to Charles. So focused was she on her sloppy task that she barely felt the weight shift as Nick knelt behind her. But she soon acknowledged his welcome presence as he pressed his condom-covered cock against her swollen, wet lips. 

The challenge, thought Catherine, was going to be maintaining enough focus to fully pleasure Charles while another man was fucking her. It would be a fun challenge she was only too willing to accept.

Turning back to her left she licked her lips as she looked over her shoulder at Nick, encouraging him to move forward with her hungry eyes. When he entered her slick pussy, Catherine resumed her attention to Charles, but not before pausing to look at the three of them in the mirrored doors. She caught her breath in that moment, recognizing that this scene also would be etched in her memory, forever a glimpse of the night her fantasy had been realized.

Nick was stroking slowly, alternately driving Catherine onto the cock before her and then pulling her off. Her twisting hand continued to follow the path of her wet mouth, lubed by the copious amount of saliva she dripped on the taut skin. Soon there was a rhythm between Nick and Catherine, with Charles simply embracing the incredible sensations and seductive vision before him.

As the pace picked up so did the sounds of satisfaction. Catherine moaned her approval of Nick's energetic thrusting. Nick grunted with the effort of pulling her hips against him, before sliding her away. The slapping sounds of his thighs against her bottom, his swinging balls against her mons, filled the room. Charles kept repeating, "Just like that...just like that," to Catherine, though no one was listening. 




Catherine and Charles (and Nick!)



Nick thrust harder and deeper. Catherine had been squeezing him tightly upon each withdrawal, her well-toned muscles gripping him in a way that was new to him. The slippery heat and milking motion soon was too much. He simply leaned into Catherine, fully embedded, as the spasms coursed through him. Jet after jet of his cum filled the condom. Catherine felt him expand in her pussy and squeezed hard, more for her benefit than his at that point. She, too, erupted in a glorious orgasm that didn't want to end. All of this was too much for Charles, who burst into a series of spurts, all of which Catherine captured hungrily in her talented and greedy mouth. She collapsed onto her elbows, but not before looking up at Charles, and swallowing visibly, her tongue cleaning her lips before she swallowed the rest.

And just as quickly it was over. Nick carefully removed himself from Catherine and retreated to the bathroom. Catherine slithered up to kiss the dazed Charles, thanking him with her warmth for the fantastic experience. "That was beyond belief, Lover. You'll never know how grateful I am for this. I'm exhausted now, though, and we need to say goodbye to Nick." Charles gathered her in his arms and hugged her tightly. "We'll have a lot of time to talk about this experience, Catherine. It has been special for me as well."

When they emerged from the bedroom in robes, they found Nick already dressed. The men shook hands, comfortable in the roles they had played in this special night. Catherine kissed Nick sweetly, offering promises to keep in touch as she led him to the door and said goodbye. Although the physical aspects of her fantasy had been fulfilled, Catherine sighed with the knowledge she would be processing this experience for months to come.

Awed by the evening's events, she sighed with the satisfaction of a thoroughly fucked woman. Tired, happy, with the wanton temporarily sated, she reveled in the decadence of her first threesome. Sighing contentedly, Catherine let sleep claim her, curled up securely in Charles's arms.





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Catherine and Gary



"...Hap - py – birth- day – to –you!"

Catherine, in shock, held her hands to her hot face, no doubt it was blush-red. The group laughed and clapped.

"Cat, go ahead. Blow out the candles."

She leaned over the cake and read the blue inscription in the white frosting. "To Cat, Meow Baby, On Your 25-th." She blew out the candles to more applause and her sister, Sara, hugged her.

Catherine said, "Oh, my. I never expected..."

"That's the fun of it, Hon. We all love you." Sara said.

Krista yelled out, "Is it time for the presents, yet?"

Lea followed with, "And music; we want music!" With that, the music rolled out of the CD player.

Suddenly, a loud rap at the door made everyone look. Sara walked over; Lea turned the music down. Cat watched wondering who might be coming late, but when Sara backpedaled, a man in a blue uniform – a policeman – entered.

He said, "I'm getting complaints about all the commotion here; loud music and a party going on. What's this all about?"

Sara said, "Sir, we're sorry, but my sister; we're celebrating her birthday."

Catherine looked at the man - Why did he look familiar?

"Whose birthday?" The policeman scowled, no nonsense.

"Mine," Catherine said, a quiver in her voice.

"Then I have no choice. Ma'am, you are under arrest."

"What?" Catherine sputtered. "The music – it wasn't that loud, and this is a private residence. How can you arrest me? On what charge?"

"You want to know what charge? You want to know why I am arresting you?" He said.

"Yes!"

"Because your beauty is so arresting. I charge you with being a heartbreaker. All the guys are so hot for you; you're liable to start a fire. In fact, does anyone else find it hot in here?"

Catherine thought that the officer was insane. She backed away until the girls started laughing. The man unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt and Lea cranked up a racy pop song on the player.

"Yeah! Hey, Copper take it off, baby! Woo-hoo!" Krista had already got in the groove and clapped to the music.

Once he pulled his shirt from his pants, he unbuttoned it and tossed it aside. Catherine couldn't believe her eyes - the man's muscles were so - obvious. He had on a light blue A-shirt that was uncannily familiar. That's when it struck her.

"Gary?" She gasped.

"The broad smile slipped off the man's face. "Cat? Oh, hell, it is!"

Everyone started talking at once. Sara, closest, asked, "Cat? You know this stripper?"

"He – he's my next door neighbor."

Gary said, "Catherine, if this is uncomfortable, I'm sorry, I had no idea. I'm pretty focused when I perform. It took me a moment to know it was you."

"Uh, Gary, I thought you were in college – a grad student."

"Well, I do this to make some money. History majors don't make a lot of money, you know."

Sara jumped in and said, "Well, this didn't go the way I planned. I'm sorry, I guess I can't use you. Damn."

Gary turned pale. "If you cancel, I don't get paid." To Catherine he said, "C'mon, it's clean fun. Look around, the other girls are looking forward to embarrassing you, but I'm not raunchy, I promise."

Catherine leaned in; "I don't want to get you in trouble. Besides, it could be fun, I guess. Do whatever you want."

"Okay," He said, "I'll give you the extra special treatment." His grin infected Catherine and made her relax.

Gary flexed his muscles, moved about the room - obviously to gage it's limits on his act. Each pass by one of the girls, he moved his arms, hands, but never touched them, only teased. By the time he got back to Catherine and Sara, he was shirtless. The smooth chest was deep tanned, and his stomach hard.

Sara leaned into him and rubbed her hand over his shoulder. He eased over to Catherine and did a deep knee bend right in front of her, his eyes at skirt level. He looked up and caught her gaze. She felt her heart flip.

He leaped up and spun about. The next of his clothing to go were the rip-off pants. Cute polka dot boxers hugged low on his hips. The next few minutes he made another pass through the crowd with lots of bumps, grinds, and wiggles. His circle-dance ended in front of Catherine and he went into overdrive.

Gary looked right into her eyes, but Catherine could only feel the heat rise in her face. The girls laughed at both her and their excited embarrassment.

Lisa shouted, "More, more, honey, we want to see more. Take it all off!"

Gary grabbed a chair and stood in it. He spread his arms out wide, and asked, "It's Cat's birthday! What do want, do you want me to take it all off."

The entire group as one, shouted, "Yes! Do it!"

He looked right at Catherine. Sara nudged Catherine hard. Catherine nodded, "yes," but she actually covered her eyes.

There was a huge gasp as Gary grabbed his boxers and whipped them off, then a wild roar of giggles. Sara pushed Catherine's hand away to make her look.

Gary stood there in tight navy blue stretch mini-briefs. He laughed, too, delighted at his trick.

Cat could not help but stare, though. From his thighs to his abs, his hard body was athletic. Then, she took in the outline at his bulge. How could she miss it, it was right there for all the girls to see and it was - impressive.

Gary made a slow strut through the crowd to let the girls tuck dollar bills in his elastic. A few of the girls sat their beers aside in order to rub or grab his ass. Gary took it all as good-nature fun and in stride.

When he ended up in front of Catherine a final time, she realized her purse was across the room. Gary leaned in, "This is your day, Cat, don't even think about it, but it is customary that I kiss the birthday girl. May I kiss you on the lips?"

"Yes," she cooed.

He did.

His warm lips lingered a long time - longer Catherine was sure than was customary. Her hands went to his chest, lay them there. She could feel his heart pound from the performance.

Calls and whistles from the girls escalated. Sara said, "You go, Girl!" Lisa said, "More, Go for it."

Gary eased his lips apart and tested the waters. Catherine didn't even think but opened. Gary edged his tongue and tasted her gently.

As they parted, the room gasped to see Gary's impressive excitement from the kiss. Embarrassed, he moved quickly across the room, snatched his boxers and slid them on. 

Gary put on the rest of his clothes. Sara handed him the check on his way out and his last word was, "Have a nice birthday, Cat. Be seeing you, neighbor."

After Gary left, the chatter increased. The topic was the guy's body, ass and – other asset. Sara and Lea pinned Catherine in a corner. Lea said, "God, Cat, he lives next to you, and you never told us."

"Well, I see him in the elevator in his jogging suit or school stuff. I – I've never seen him like that."

"Was that kiss as good as it looked, Hon?" Sara asked her sister.

"It was so unexpected, it just sort of happened. I mean, I don't think it was part of the act."

Lea giggled. "We could all tell that. No way that his act includes an X-rated scene. You really sparked him. What're you gonna do about it?"

Do? Catherine hadn't thought that through. Tomorrow when she might see Gary out in the hallway of the apartment – maybe to get the paper - what would they say to each other? Would she be able to look at him in his jogging suit on Saturdays, and not be able to check out his ass? This was going to be awkward as hell.

Sara said, "Cat I think you need a beer."

(2)

Catherine and Sara sat around and Lea was the last to make for the door. Lea gave Catherine a big hug and said, "See ya at work Monday. Happy birthday."

As Lea left, Catherine said to Sara, "Look at all these gifts. I can't believe Lisa got - that. It's goofy, and – well – not realistic."

"I don't know, Sweetie, maybe it's like Gary's."

"Ooh, you're bad. But seriously, how am I going to act when I see Gary?"

"Hon, I think it's Gary who'll have a hard time looking you in the face. Maybe you should wait a while, and then see if there is more than good neighborliness in him."

(3)

Saturday morning came early with a loud rap at Catherine's front door. She looked at the clock, it said 6:30.

She got up, pulled her robe on and went to the door. "Who is it?"

"It's Gary, your neighbor."

"Gary? What's the matter?"

"I – uh – can I come in?"

She opened the door and there was Gary in his underwear: a t-shirt and gray boxers. She repeated, "Gary?"

"I've locked myself out of my apartment. I grabbed the paper and - it's never happened before – the door closed. I mean, I had the window open, so maybe some draft got it. Now, I don't know what to do. I can't just stand in the hallway like this."

"Well come in. Let's call the landlord."

"It won't help, he doesn't have a key for it, I changed the locks last week."

"He can take the door off then." Catherine said.

"He'll charge me for it. I just paid my last semester tuition. I don't know what to do."

"Well sit down. Have you eaten anything?"

Gary said, "No. I mean it just happened like that." He snapped his fingers.

"I can fix breakfast. Stay until you come up with an idea." Catherine said.

"Maybe I can take the door off?" He suggested. "Do you have any tools."

"Yes, a few. Look in the closet. Eggs and bacon, is that okay?"

Gary said, "Yes, I appreciate it."

In a few minutes, Catherine carried out some food from the kitchenette. Gary looked up from the tool kit he had extracted from the closet, took one look at her and gasped.

Catherine looked down and realized that her robe had gaped open. Her cleavage was fully exposed, but worse, the robe gapped open all the way down.

She sat the tray down, and closed up.

"Well, Gary, I guess turnabout is fair play."

"I'm sorry. I tried not to look." Gary defended. Then he added, "You didn't see as much of me as - that."

"I saw quite a bit." Catherine was shocked at her boldness, but refused to back down. "And tasted quite a bit, too."

Gary's stomach growled at that moment, and they both sniggered. "Guess I'm hungry."

He realized that she might misunderstand, but before he could recover, she said, "Are you really? Do you want something more than bacon and eggs?" 

God, what was she saying? They walked into the kitchenette and Gary wolfed down his food.

"You're ravenous." She teased.

Gary said, "I guess I have to face the music and work on the door in my underwear."

Catherine's stomach knotted. She said, "I can think of a few things you could do first. You dance well"

"I'm not in my costume, now."

"Sure you are," she said, "You have on boxers."

Gary smiled and said, "Well, if I take these off, I don't have those navy briefs on under them."

"So? I feel cheated anyway. It was my birthday, and all I got was a tease."

Catherine stood up and as if on cue, her robe slipped open again. This time, she let it freely gap. She felt the coolness on her cleavage and the draft on her thighs. By Gary's look, she knew that he had a clear view.

She said, "Do you need music to perform?"

He stood up and closed the gap between them.

His morning stubble scratched her face and lips as he stole a kiss. His tongue was hot, and it pressed deep. He pressed hard into her and pushed the robe sash unloose. Her robe parted fully.

"Oh, God, you're so beautiful," he breathed.

Catherine pressed into his erection. Her hand went down and rubbed over his knit boxers. She opened the gap in the shorts and let his hard-on spring full into her hand. She let her finger rim his ridge.

"Uh. Cat, mm." She had him and she stroked him. "I want you, Honey, I want to taste -you. He went to his knees, grasped her ass and pulled her into his face. His stubble itched between her thighs, but she responded to his tongue. She bucked as his tongue lapped at her clitoris. Each circle, each tug of his lips on her slit made the tension build inside.

Inside, deep, he plied her openness until she crested with a shout of his name, "Gary, oh, God, Gary, Gary!"

Her knees went weak, and she dug her nails into his shoulders. He raised off his knees and in a single motion, picked her up.

"I want you, Cat, can I?"

"Yes" she uttered, "I want you in me."

He had his boxers off in a flash. She reached in a drawer, pulled out a condom and whispered, "Come here, Honey."

She rolled the condom slowly over his length, then she lay back on the bed.

He moved, his hands touched her breasts, kissed her neck. He looked in her eyes, and said, "God, your nipples, your breasts, I love you."

He slipped inside Catherine's heat and she gasped. His thickness fit her and filled so perfectly. A small clench snugged her around him and she placed her legs around his taught waist. She loved his weight as he moved in and out. He shifted, supported his weight on one hand, and took his right hand and circled her clit.

"Oh, Gary, Baby, are you getting close? I want you, I want you to come." She reached up and ran nails first over his chest and then over his back. He pounded hard and she heard the slap of his balls on her ass cheeks.

" Cat, Cat, it's so good, so hot..."

She met his thrusts and squeezed.

"Lord, Cat! I have to – I'm coming."

The open mouth, upturned face, the gasps of his breath sent her over the edge, too.

He eased out of her and they embraced.

Gary grinned as he eased the condom off. Cat eyed the glistening cock still so tempting. She reached out and gently felt the weight of his balls, their roundness.

"Careful, much of that, and I night just have another go, Cat."

"Promises. Ha, I'll hold you – to that." She pushed Gary down and kissed him hard. She slicked her palms over his hard muscles and nipped at his throat. She took each of his tiny bud nipples in her mouth and sucked them, bit them. He moaned.

He grabbed at her ass, and she wiggled it in his palms. They both laughed. He suckled her breasts as she held his head clasped to them. She turned and felt his renewed thickness nestle between her butt cheeks and she liked it. She felt more brazen than ever, so she yelled, dance for me, Baby!"

"There's no music." He said.

"I don't give a damn; dance. I want to see you move."

He jumped out of bed. He wiggled his ass, and did that great knee bend. Then he leaped in the air, and moved like a leopard stalking. His chest heaved and sweat slipped down his chest. His thighs thrust, his arms flew through the air and finally he stood in front of her, arms wide open.

She leaped into his arms and took in his kisses. His erection filled out, and she grabbed his shaft and stroked.

She got on her knees and took it in. The condom lubricant remains numbed her tongue, but she still tasted the stickiness and salt tang of his semen. She looked up at him and said, "I want you to come in my mouth."

He grunted at her ministrations. She took a finger and played behind his balls. The pulse pounded in his cock, the veins were hard as cords. Then as his balls twitched, she slid her finger partly up his anus.

"Oh, shit! Holy hell." He cried out. Gary spewed into her mouth a hot blast of liquid. He thrust deep and choked her. She coughed and the fluid dripped down her chest just as the last jism hit her on the chin.

After a few coughs, she looked up at a chagrined, embarrassed Gary. "Honey, it's okay. I just didn't expect such gusto from you. Wow. You are just all over me, aren't you." The cum ran over her chest and dripped over her nipples from her chin.

"Can I get you a towel?"

"Don't you dare, Sweetie." Cat smeared the semen over her body, her tits and let the glisten stick over her. "Feels good."

"You are just - wanton." Gary said. I just can't believe –"

Now, Darling, you know what's next?"

Gary nodded, "no."

Let's take a nice warm shower together. There is plenty of time to break back into your apartment. Plenty of time.