34 comments/ 316432 views/ 60 favorites Sharing Catherine By: coolomon Uncle Frank was sleeping easily in his old leather recliner on the verandah of his country residence. Uncle's Ken and Arthur were sitting nearby playing cards and my cousin, Paul, was oiling a saddle and sweating in the sun on the far edge of the verandah. Frank was fifty-seven. He was the eldest and most successful of the three brothers. He had started in the stables and worked his way up to begin training racehorses by age thirty. Ken was in advertising and Arthur was a school principle. Paul, Arthur's son, was a stockbroker and I, being the son of the little sister of the family, am a mechanic. About three times a year Frank would invite us men to visit with him, away from the aunties, at his horse spelling property some thirty miles from a small tourist town. It was certainly secluded. The vista from the front verandah rolled away over green hills, which ended at a cliff and the inaccessible ocean. A few horses dotted the hills, grazing lazily. And if you sat there all day you might be lucky enough to see a car skim along the cliff road about a mile away. I stood and had a stretch and yawn, then I strolled down the lane to the stables where my favorite old racehorse was also sleeping. Milo had long since retired. He was only an average racer in his day and at nine years of age he was just a good riding horse. The caretaker, an old guy named Gus, had brought him in for me that morning. I saddled Milo and the first thing was to give him his head for a mile or so. And after that little canter he settled to his usual easy walk and about an hour later we had jumped the fence and were standing on the edge of the cliff. We stood looking out over the ocean for a while. I think old Milo kind of liked the view as well, and I wondered if he ever jumped the fence of his own accord. It was that kind of day – so slow that one's mind tended to go a bit soft and mushy. So after a half hour or so I asked old Milo if he felt like walking back the short way and I think he nodded. The road dipped away from the cliff and into a little grove of trees. We entered that and were happily meandering along when all of a sudden there was a car parked beside the road with its bonnet up and inside I found a man and a woman both reclined back in the front seats sound asleep. Old Milo had walked right up along side and I was leaning down over the saddle looking in the open window. I guess I should have cleared my throat or something but I didn't. I just looked the woman over. She was maybe mid to late twenties with straight, blond hair falling gently over her shoulder. It was flittering a little on the breeze and the ends were caressing the exposed portion of her breasts. She had on a little white dress with tiny strings over her shoulders and beneath it her tits were obviously bare. I watched them rise and fall softly while I strained to make out the texture of her nipples as they pressed against the thin, stretchy fabric. "Thank god!" the guy finally exclaimed and I sat up a bit. He was shuffling from his seat and the girl stirred. "Morning," I offered, meeting her sleepy smile and nodding to the guy. "Car problems?" I asked. "Yes and there's no phone service!" the guy grumbled. "No, not out here... How long have you been waiting?" "Hours!" the girl replied, also emerging from the car and she accepted old Milo's snout and gave him a pat. Fuck she was gorgeous. I couldn't quite decide on her heritage – maybe Scandinavian, but her eyes were hinting of a southern European influence. She was tall and slender with delicate yet feminine hips and her breasts, wobbling a little as old Milo nudged against her, were generous though not over sized. I imagined a C cup, and I leant over for a better look while she brushed some of Milo's dribble off her thigh. The guy was going on about their plight and I thought I'd better go have a look under the bonnet. Milo had already identified a patch of lush green grass beneath a tree and he didn't need to be tied. I slipped down and let him loose then lined up beside the guy poking at the radiator hoses. One of them was split. "There's a spare one of those and a cool drink at my uncle's house," I suggested. "Where's that? I don't remember the last house we passed," the guy said, rubbing his brow with his arm and looking anxious. "See the driveway just up ahead... it's about a mile back off the road..." The girl was searching in through the window for something, with her little dress stretching nicely up the back of her thighs and I followed their smooth lines down to her sandals then back up again before she stood and tilted a bottle of water to her lips. She knew I was watching her. The guy was still poking at his motor and she let me look her over. She didn't meet my eyes but she placed her water bottle on the roof of the car and turned towards me to reach up and fix her hair. Her dress lifted with her shoulders and the hem promised to reveal what panties she had on but it didn't quite lift high enough. I studied her thighs while she fiddled with her hair. I studied the contour of them, how they curved together but didn't quite meet, and how they parted again before being concealed beneath her hem. Another half inch and I would have had what I wanted but the guy stepped around from the front of the car and she turned away. "I'm Matt by the way," I said, offering my hand and the guy shook it and introduced himself and his wife, Catherine. "Shall we go then?" I suggested. "I don't know... are you sure you can fix it?" "Yeah, no problem," I grinned, walking over to collect Milo's reins. "You and I can walk and the lady gets to ride." "Me! On the horse?" she giggled, blushing a little. "Sure! He's a nice old boy. He's gentle and I'll lead him along for you." "I don't know if I can, in this..." Catherine exclaimed. She was smiling though and she was looking up at the saddle. "It's okay," I said, before the husband had a chance to respond. "Just put your foot in my hand and I'll lift you up." She stepped into my hand and I lifted as she clung to the saddle and slipped onto it. "Oh my god!" she cried, gripping the horn of the saddle while old Milo shifted and settled under her. I got what I wanted. Her dress was too straight and it had stretched across her thighs. Her little panties were kind of a soft yellow. I imagined they were thong panties too. There was only a tiny patch of fabric covering her pussy, which was pressed open against the saddle. I could feel the husband watching me fix the stirrups and check her out. I glanced back at him briefly and met his eyes but he didn't say anything so I slipped beneath old Milo's neck and went to work on the other stirrup. The girl watched me too but her eyes averted when I glanced up. I then tied the reins in a knot and hooked them over the horn with the knot slipping down to rest against her pussy. She didn't try to move it. She just clung to the horn of the saddle and sat there blushing. "Are we ready?" I called to the husband. He was locking the car and he nodded and came over to fall in to step on the other side of old Milo. "So where are you guys from?" I asked, and we chatted as we walked, exchanging the usual introductory trivia. Catherine was chatting happily too, and from time to time I would look back and check on her. She sat easily in the saddle, though she maintained her hold on the horn with one hand, and I noticed she'd removed the knotted reins from her crotch but she was being rocked back and forth against the ridge of leather between her legs and her dress had hiked up around her hips. The thin yellow fabric of her panties was glued to her pussy and I could see it was cutting up into her folds. I looked up from it and met her eyes, and she held my gaze that time and I smiled but she only blushed in reply. I looked back down at her little panties and watched her being split against the saddle for a while. All was quiet and I noticed she was checking with her husband. He was walking at Milo's other shoulder but he could see what I was doing. I met his eyes for a moment and he glanced back to his wife so I again turned and had a look at her panty covered slit. "Will we be going back to fix our car right away?" he asked me, ending the silence. "It'd be better to take a tractor and tow it back to the workshop," I answered, turning back to him again. "I'll ask my cousin, Paul, to go back with you as soon as we have a drink." "Your cousin?" Catherine questioned. I hadn't mentioned anyone other than uncle Frank. "Yeah... There's actually a little group of us up from the city for the weekend. There's three of my uncles and Paul, he's about my age." "Oh... I hope they won't mind us intruding," Catherine went on a little nervously. "It'll be fine... and anyway, I'll have you on your way again in an hour..." We walked on quietly and soon arrived at the stable. Catherine waited to be helped down and I asked her husband to open the gate while I approached beside her. "He's a nice easy ride isn't he?" I smiled up at her, touching her back lightly as she lifted her leg over the saddle. Her little dress had remained bunched at her waist and from behind I got a look at her bare ass and the little patch of yellow fabric still glued to her pussy. I placed my other hand upon her hip and guided her down. She turned and tugged at her hem. "How old is he?" she asked, patting his rump and avoiding eye contact with me. "He's nine, but that's pretty old for a horse..." "And his name's Milo?" she went on, following me into the stable and stopping beside her husband. "Used to be Prince Arber when he was racing but it's just plain old Milo now," I answered and I slipped his saddle and gave him a rub down then turned him loose in the stable. "Let's go and have a beer..." Frank and Paul were still on the verandah and I introduced Catherine and her husband and explained their situation, then I went inside to get some beers. I poured Catherine's in a glass and she accepted it gratefully. Her husband was chatting with Frank and he accepted his and drank half of it in one go. "So Paul, can I borrow your flashy new tractor to tow their car back to the workshop?" I asked politely. "You're not driving it!" he answered shortly. "Okay... so... will you do it then?" "It will have to be right now. I'm going to town soon," he explained. Catherine met her husband's glance and nodded that she'd be okay and he and Paul left immediately. "Where are Ken and Arthur?" I asked Frank and he motioned to the workshop. They were strolling up the path and soon mounted the steps to meet Catherine's smile. "Hello," she said sweetly when I introduced them. She was leaning back against the rail and I stepped over and leant beside her while my uncles sat facing her and all three were grinning like idiots. "Is your beer okay?" I asked. She'd hardly taken a sip. "I don't really like beer," she answered shyly. "There's some lemonade..." Arthur offered and she nodded. "I'll drink that," Ken said and accepted the glass from her. Frank was looking her over. Her nipples were firm and in the shade they were visible beneath the light fabric, which hugged her tits and her flat little belly quite nicely. I met Frank's gaze and he winked. "You got a little sunburn," I said to Catherine, and I lightly touched the string on her shoulder. She glanced up at me and then at Frank and Ken. "It's not too bad..." she said, peering down at her chest, which was also slightly reddened. Arthur returned with her lemonade and she accepted it and sat down in a chair Ken had pulled over for her. I stood leaning against the rail and watched her tits jiggle as she chatted and laughed with my uncles. They were busy chatting her up. Arthur had offered to cook his lasagna and Ken was ready to go to town with Paul to choose the right wine to go with it. Frank was telling her all about the guest room he had if she and her husband wanted to stay the night. Arthur was currently booked in there but there was no question he'd be happy to vacate. And all the while I was trying to have a little feel of her tit and we were apparently both trying to conceal that from the three older men. She asked for the bathroom and excused herself. The tractor was roaring down the driveway so I went down to the workshop and Paul left me there with the husband. It was a simple job to replace the split radiator hose and it took only fifteen minutes to get the car running again. "The uncles are trying to talk your wife into staying for dinner and a few drinks..." I started casually. "And what did she say?" "Don't know... I think she was avoiding any commitment until she speaks to you. Hope you do stay though... she's pretty fucking hot, that woman of yours," I tried evenly, and he took a moment to respond. He placed the last of the tools into the toolbox and closed it. He then looked up at me squarely, "do you want to try to fuck her?" "Yeah maybe... you didn't seem to mind me looking her over earlier and I was kind of wondering about that." "It's something we've talked about..." he went on a little thickly. "I don't know if she would really go through with it, or whether I would want her to, but we were thinking about trying something on this vacation." I was taken aback a little with the guy's openness. "Meaning... you do want me to try getting onto her?" I asked. "I mean, your car's right there ready to go if you want, but if you're serious..?" He took another moment, fiddling with the catch on the toolbox. Finally he spoke. "Can I have another beer?" It was mid-afternoon when Paul and Ken returned from town with supplies. We'd all moved out onto the back deck, which bordered a large saltwater pool with a volleyball net strung across it. Catherine accepted a glass of white wine and settled back in the deckchair she'd claimed. Her husband was on his forth or fifth beer. No one was actually swimming but Frank and I were dangling our feet from the edge of the pool where we had a good view up underneath Catherine's legs. Occasionally she would reach for some more crackers and when she leant over like that Arthur would sit forward and have a look too. He was sitting in the deckchair beside her. Her husband had brought a bag from their car and she searched in it for suntan lotion and started rubbing that in. Ken had settled in the deckchair on the other side of her and as usual he was chatting away. Paul put on some music and when he came out he went straight into the pool. Frank, Arthur and I just sat quietly watching her oily hand smooth over her legs and arms. Her husband then claimed the bottle of lotion and she sat forward while he knelt in behind her. He started with her neck and her head rocked forward. He looked over at us and Frank and I both stood and wandered closer. He then worked lotion into her shoulders and the little strings slipped but her arm closed across her breasts to hold her dress up. "Are you guys up for a game of volley ball?" Frank asked and she peered up at us, blushing. "I can't... I didn't bring anything to wear..." she said and she glanced back at her husband. "What about those pretty little knickers?" Frank grinned and she went a deeper shade of red. Paul had swum over to the edge of the pool and Ken was sitting there, suddenly silent. The husband was peering around at us all and absently rubbing lotion into her back. "You don't mind if she plays do you buddy?" Frank asked him. He smoothed his hands over her shoulders and leant in to her ear. "Do you want to?" he asked a little shakily. "There's that tank top in the bag you could wear..." She took a moment to respond, then she looked up at us again. "I'll need to go and get changed," she said softly. Frank's smile broadened and my cock flexed. The ball was already in the pool and I dived in and lined up on the opposite side to Paul. Catherine disappeared into the house with a little pink top in her hand and her husband struggled out of his shirt and waded in. Frank tossed his shirt and made that a team of three and Ken lined up with me. Arthur had never been in the pool as far as I could recall. He did come over a bit closer than usual though and he sat by the net with his feet dangling in the water. We tossed the ball around and waited for ten minutes or so until Catherine reappeared in a little top that didn't quite meet with the waistband of her thong. She was smiling and blushing and we were all either whistling or calling something out to her but she was in the water pretty quickly. The game kicked off and although it was just a bit of fun it was still competitive. The pool was actually built for the grandkids so it was only waist deep. The two uncles ended up guarding the back of the court while us four younger players worked the net. And although Catherine looked fine in her wet little top and tiny panties, I was more concerned with winning. We played for over an hour before we all crawled out of the pool legless, laughing and exhausted. Arthur had brought a stack of towels and we milled around the deckchairs drying off and sucking in our drinks. I expected Catherine would wrap her towel around her waist but she didn't. She laid it over the back of one of the chairs and sat down with her pussy clearly visible through the wet little triangle that covered it. Arthur had gone inside to begin his dinner preparations and Ken was still floating around in the pool. Paul, Frank and I were standing around watching her though. She was rubbing lotion into her belly and her husband was sitting on the next chair watching as well. "Why don't you do that for her..." Frank said to him and Catherine smiled without lifting her head. She looked to her husband and he edged down onto his knees. He accepted the bottle from her and poured some of the oily fluid into his hand then closed it over her belly. He peered up at us, looking around at each of our faces, and then he looked back down at what he was doing. He worked the lotion into her hips and around her sides. He then shuffled a little closer and glanced back up at us again, and Catherine's chest lifted as he pealed her little top up over her tits. "Fuck yeah!" Paul groaned and her eyes opened and settled upon us. "Sit up a bit," her husband said softly and as she leant forward he lifted her top off completely. Her tits were milky white and beautifully exposed against her tanned upper body. If she'd ever been topless before it certainly wasn't that summer. Her nipples were tight and her tits shuddered a little upon her breath. Her husband had left them for us. He was working more lotion into her legs and had moved back out of the way so we could see properly. Ken had gotten out of the pool and she peered up at him as he approached. Her husband was looking up at us too and he was feeling for her hips. She lifted a little as he pealed her panties down and showed her to us fully. There was a tiny strip of finely trimmed hair within the white triangle but it ended above her slit, and that was smooth and bare, and opening to offer a peek at her delicate little folds. "That's better," Frank grinned and Catherine smiled through her blush. "Much better..." he went on and he stepped closer and reached down the side of her chair. He released the catch and guided her back to be laying flat. He then got down on a knee and bent to suck in a nipple. Her hand went to the back of his head and with her other she gripped the end of the deckchair. Her eyes had widened at first but as Frank nuzzled into her tit they softly closed. Her husband had been sitting but he stood and backed away to be standing beside me. He looked about as stunned as I was. I certainly wasn't expecting Frank to try anything like that and his thick old fingers were suddenly pressing into her thigh and working towards her little slit. Sharing Catherine Ch. 02 I approached uncle Frank watching out the kitchen window. "What time are Keith and Andy getting here?" I asked. Keith was Frank's stable foreman and Andy was his assistant trainer. Andy always brought us a new selection of porno's. "Should be here for lunch," Frank answered without turning and I lined up beside him to see what he was looking at. Uncle's Ken and Arthur were playing cards and Catherine was sunning her legs and sipping coffee. She'd found someone's t-shirt to wear, which was long enough to cover her but only just. Old Gus, the property caretaker, was enjoying the view while he cleaned the pool. He was scooping bugs and leaves and regularly looking over. I could well imagine how tantalizing she was for him, and I wondered if she had on her little yellow panties. "Where's... you know, her husband?" I asked Frank. "Len you mean? Jesus if you're going to fuck his wife, you should at least remember the guy's name!" Frank laughed. "He went to town with Paul. He's checking out of their hotel and getting their things... Should be back soon." "What, they're staying?" "Sure... but you're heading home this afternoon aren't you?" Frank grinned, slapping my back and walking out onto the deck to kick back in a deckchair. I poured my coffee and wandered out after him. He'd claimed the chair next to Catherine and I sat down on the edge of the pool and dangled my feet. It was already hot enough for a swim. Catherine and Frank were chatting and I sat quietly watching them. Old Gus had worked his way around the pool and had stopped to answer Frank's question about coming up that evening for a barbeque. Catherine was blushing a little as she smiled up at the old man. I imagined she already knew of the other two men who would be there and I guess she would have been wondering if she was being offered to the old caretaker as well. Gus was nodding in agreement. He'd glanced down at Catherine's legs a few times while they spoke. She did have on her little yellow panties but the t-shirt wasn't long enough to cover them. It was one I think I'd seen Frank's daughter wearing. It was faded pink, almost white, and it was molded perfectly to her tits. Her nipples were hard too. We could clearly see their texture, the firm little point and the course little circle around it, slightly darkened beneath the thin fabric. Old Gus was checking them too while she fiddled with her empty coffee mug. His clear green eyes would lift from her legs and settle upon them for a while then they'd travel down again to where her t-shirt ended at her hips, and to where the tiny strip of yellow fabric was furrowed up into her. She wasn't saying much. She would just lift her head and nod or smile a little when Gus spoke and when his gaze lowered she would glance away. And when Paul's car suddenly swept around the drive and stopped in front of the house she left us. Gus went back to cleaning the pool and I met Frank's smile. "If you want to stay tonight you'll have to bunk in with Paul," he said. "I've already given your room to Keith, and Andy's got the other one." "Couldn't I just crash on the sofa in your study?" Frank shrugged. "Suit yourself..." "So does she know they're coming?" I asked and Frank smiled again. "They agreed to stay on for another day before I told them... The husband was okay but she was a bit nervous about it. They're still here though..." I didn't quite know how to word my next question but I got it out. "So, has anyone been with her this morning?" Frank took a moment to respond. "She's a little embarrassed about what happened last night so you and your cousin need to just keep your pants on until she's had some time," he commanded, and I felt like I was ten years old again. While the front of Frank's property rolled off to an ocean cliff, the back was a heavily timbered forest, and after breakfast I lined up with uncle Ken to take Catherine and her husband, Len, for a walk up to a little waterfall. It was a spot I always visited when I was there. It was only an hour or so to walk. My cousin Paul had also decided to tag along and Catherine, after keeping us waiting for twenty minutes, appeared on the front verandah in a little checkered skirt and white tank top, and a pair of hiking boots. "She looked better in the t-shirt," Ken said to me and Catherine shot him a look but she squealed when he flicked the back of her skirt up. Len caught her and she kind of hid behind him as we walked down to the stables. The trail began there and we stepped across the stones in a narrow part of the stream and followed it into the forest. We were all chatting and laughing. Catherine was still clinging to her husband but after a while the trail narrowed and began to climb up a little rocky gorge. Paul went in front and Catherine followed her husband. Ken had shouldered me aside and he was directly behind her. Her new little panties were white. They were sheer and hugged to the folds of her pussy quite nicely as she would step between the rocks. Mostly she would look back at Ken but a few times I caught her gaze and she had also offered me a little half smile. The trail entered the densely timbered shoreline of an upper section of the stream. It wound through thickets of fern and occasionally it dipped onto the stony bank. At one point we had to cross a shallow section and Catherine squealed as Ken lifted her and stepped into the water. Her husband had already crossed and he was way up ahead with Paul. Ken turned and held out the shoulder bag he'd been carrying. I took it from him and his hand closed over Catherine's tit. She was clinging to his neck and she quickly settled with her head resting against his cheek. I looked up from where her skirt had fallen away from the back of her thighs and I met her shy little blush. "Are you ok there?" Ken asked her. "I'm ok..." she replied softly. He waded slowly across and up onto the bank. He still held her in his arms and she was making no attempt to get down. "Think I deserve a little something for that," he said to her. He had his hand under her top by then and he appeared to be gently rolling a nipple between his fingers. Catherine's eyes lifted, sort of dreamily. "Something like what?" she uttered. "I don't know... maybe a kiss?" Ken teased, turning his cheek, and she kissed him softly then he placed her back down. Her top was bunched and she peered up at us, still blushing, as she fixed it. I offered her the water bottle I'd unpacked. "It's a bit of a climb from here." She just nodded. Her eyes were slightly glazed and her giggly little smile had vanished. Ken and I both had a drink too and then he took Catherine's hand and started on up the trail. I followed, enjoying a full, close up view of her crotch that time. Her little panties were completely molded to the lips of her pussy and being so close behind her I noticed they were actually transparent. They looked like those little sexy one's I'd only even seen under a nightie. They were a kind of light nylon and I could see right up into her little pink folds as she climbed the slope in front of me. Occasionally she would glance back at me and I'd look up from her legs but her eyes were simply yielding. Ken was helping her more than was necessary. He would pull her up onto a rock or something and steady her by supporting her side. And several times I'd seen his hand slip up to have another little feel of a tit. Catherine was letting him. She would lean upon his shoulder and sort of glance away. Her nipples were constantly tight and as we slowly climbed the slope I noticed how the fabric between her legs dampened. Len and Paul were waiting. We unpacked the drinks and sandwiches and settled for lunch on a rock ledge at the base of the little waterfall. It wasn't until then that anything of the previous night was mentioned. We'd finished eating and Catherine was sitting on a rug with her legs folded to one side and occasionally her hand would smooth over the back of her thigh. Len was sitting next to her and Ken addressed them both. "So, last night was sort of planned then?" he asked, smiling lightly. Catherine just blushed but her husband seemed at ease. "It wasn't exactly what we had in mind but yeah... we were planning to experiment a bit weren't we love?" "We were thinking about it..." Catherine corrected, but her tone was almost playful again. "What... you were thinking of meeting another couple or something?" Ken asked. "No, not a couple... the idea was to find just one guy though, and if things worked out we were thinking of maybe inviting him up to our room..." Len answered, kissing Catherine's hair as she leant into his chest. Ken was holding her gaze. He lightly smiled, as if to himself. "...up to your room to fuck her?" he asked easily. Len's face reddened just a little. His hands went to Catherine's shoulders and he rubbed them as he looked around at us. Ken leant back upon an elbow and brushed at the dirt for a moment. He then looked up but another moment passed in silence before he spoke. "Why don't you show us her tits again..." Catherine smiled but her eyes averted and her cheeks flushed. Her husband shifted nervously behind her. His hands had slipped from her shoulders and he was rubbing her arms. She had her arms sort of loosely folded but she straightened them a little and smoothed her skirt over her thighs. Len kissed her hair again and she rubbed up against his face. Her smile had ended and she was biting down on her lip. She only glanced over at us. Then her chest lifted and held as her husband's fingers gathered the hem of her little top. He lifted it slowly, pealing it from her tits, and they shuddered upon the ragged expulsion of her breath. "Yeah, like that..." Ken said softly and Catherine smiled through her blush. She looked down at herself and after another deep, measured breath she looked up at us again. "But you can't have me right now..." she said. "Not yet..." Len slipped from behind her and rummaged for another beer in one of the bags. Catherine sat back and her top slipped a little but it was still stretched across her nipples. She checked it and left it like that. Ken leant forward and cupped a tit and she smiled down at his hand. We watched him feel her and she glanced up at us and then she lifted her top up a little more and held it there while he worked one tit and then the other. "Is this okay for now?" he grinned and she nodded, biting down on her lip again. "I just don't want to... like this!" she said shyly. "Like what?" Paul asked, edging a bit closer. "Thought you were going for a swim!" Ken said back over his shoulder, and then he leant across the rug at Catherine's feet. I slipped my shorts and dived over the ledge into the pool below. It was about a six foot drop and the water was icy cold. A few minutes later Paul dived in. I stayed in and he climbed back up to the ledge. He dived in again and then Len was up on the ledge asking where it was safe to dive. I don't even know if there was a bottom to the pool. It was right at the base of the waterfall. It wasn't big but beneath it was just black from sheer depth. And the water was cold and still except for the ripples from the waterfall. Paul and Len were continually climbing up the rocks and diving in. I swam over to the far side and laid back against the rocks and after a while I went back up to see what Ken was up to. I found he and Catherine chatting. She was sitting back, resting upon her hands, and he was still laying across the rug at her feet, kind of toying with her cute little hiking boots. They both smiled up at me, welcoming me over. I laid my towel on the mat of pine needles and sat down with them. Ken was going on about marketing or something and Catherine was being polite. I laid back peering up at the trees until something more interesting was mentioned. "So, what do you make of my big brother, Frank?" Ken asked after the conversation had moved on to the layout of Frank's house. Catherine thought for a moment then sort of shrugged. "Well he is big!" She said and Ken and I both laughed. "No! Not like that.... I mean he's a big man," she corrected, giggling and pushing Ken away with her foot. "You mean he's tall and broad and he's well fed," Ken suggested. "Yes, you know what I meant..." "Hmm... and he wasn't too rough when he was fucking you?" Ken went on, with his tone lowering, and the humor was gone. Catherine took a moment to respond. She was fiddling with the corner of the rug and she didn't look up as she spoke softly, "I didn't mind..." She then smoothed the edge of the rug down and her eyes lifted to settle upon us both. "I didn't mind anything that happened last night; I...I liked it..." "You looked good in that pajama shirt," I grinned and she blushed a little and glanced down, but her eyes lifted again and her blush deepened. She looked like she was about to say something but she just smiled shyly and her head lowered again. Ken used a little stick he was toying with to lift the front of her skirt. He held it up and we had a look under it. Her legs were together but we could see her pussy. Her eyes had closed but her hips kind of rolled a bit as he lifted the hem up over her belly. "What were you going to say?" he asked her and she smiled again and turned her head away. "Nothing..." she answered softly, but after a moment she went on. "I was just thinking about after we went to bed last night... My husband was asleep and I was listening to you men talking outside the window... I just remembered how I was laying there listening to your voices and I still had the taste in my mouth." "The taste?" Ken echoed, tracing the end of the stick around the edge of her panties and down between her legs. "What taste love?" he asked, kind of absently. "You know..." Catherine uttered. "The taste of your cum..." She blushed a little as we both looked up at her face. She didn't look away though. She bravely held our gaze and her blush deepened as she tentatively went on. "I liked laying there next to my husband with the taste of other men's cum in my mouth. And I liked listening to your voices just outside the window and knowing that you had all fucked me... knowing that each voice was from a man who'd had his cock in me..." She took a breath and looked down at herself, then her eyes lifted again and she bit down on a nervous little smile. "And I had to try not to make any noise in case you heard me..." she added shyly. "Any noise?" I asked, knowingly. She nodded. "And I had to try not to move very much in case my husband woke up, but I couldn't help it... I was all wet from where you men had been in me and when I started rubbing down there I just couldn't stop." "So, did hubby wake up?" Ken grinned, and Catherine shook her head. "And did you cum?" he went on, stroking up over her knee and opening her legs a little further. "Did you cum when we were all right outside the window?" he teased and she nodded that time. "I did, but I still couldn't go to sleep... and then later that guy Arthur came in and fucked me again. You had all gone back inside, and I was starting to dose off when I saw him standing at the end of the bed. The outside light was still on so I could see him standing there with his big cock in his hand, and he was stroking it and looking at me so I just opened my legs for him..." "Where's Len and Paul?" Ken asked me, not taking his eyes off Catherine. I told him I'd seen them go into the cave under the waterfall. I edged in a little closer and Catherine followed my gaze down to her chest. Ken had tossed the stick and he felt up into the crotch of her panties. I softly cupped a tit and tweaked the nipple, and her eyes closed and her head rocked back so I bent to her neck and tasted it. I kept softly rolling her nipple between my fingers and I kissed and nibbled my way to the base of her ear. She moaned softly so I ate into her neck again and her body arched as Ken's hand pressed firmly up in between her legs. "Lay her down," he said to me and I eased her back and stretched her little top up. Ken had bunched her skirt and he was down between her legs biting into her thigh. I groped a tit and mauled into her neck again, sucking and massaging her tender flesh with my tongue. Her hand was clamped to the back of my head and I ate into her shoulder and licked my way down to her nipple then I sucked it in. Ken had her panties stretched aside and he was slicing his tongue into her slit. I suckled on her and watched him. He was spreading her thighs with his shoulders and licking into her. His fingers were pealing her lips open and he was slicing through them and lapping and sucking at her clit. He had her writhing and moaning and I kept kneading one tit while I sucked on the other. Ken was virtually growling. He'd buried his face into her and he was clinging to her hips and eating into her folds. And when he finally lifted his head I could see her juices dripping from his chin, but he went back at her and I rode the thrusts of her body, suckling on just the one nipple and firmly groping her other tit. She'd been clinging to the rug but suddenly her fingers were in Ken's hair and she started grinding her cunt onto his face. She still had hold of my head and she'd thrust her tit into my mouth so I opened wide and sucked on it. And just as I did I felt her orgasm pulse through her body. I held to her nipple, sucking on it and holding it between my tongue and lip. Ken was softly working her clit. Her legs were clamped to his head and he had his tongue pressed flat over it, and while she writhed and moaned he was freeing his cock. I moved back away and Ken laid down on top of her and slipped his cock in. He simply felt for her with the head, worked the edge of her panties aside, and then thrust it all the way up her. He pumped her a few times and held firm as she split herself open on it. She was clawing his back and convulsing beneath him. It seemed her orgasm had intensified and Ken held her until she began to settle then he started fucking her. I watched Catherine's face. Her head was upon Ken's shoulder and bobbing with each thrust of his hips. Her legs were wide open and her fingers were tangled in his shirt. I held her gaze while Ken fucked her and then he was pressed up in between her legs and her eyes closed for a moment. "Cum in me..." she breathed into his neck and her eyes opened again. Ken was unloading. His body was shuddering and Catherine's legs were splayed and limp. Her little fingers were pressed into his hips, holding him close. He surged up into her again and groaned, "fuck that was a load." Catherine smiled shyly. He'd lifted his upper body to look down at her and she peered from his face up to mine. "You can have me too if you want..." she uttered softly. "When he's finished in me I don't mind if you want to have a turn..." "She's a bit sloppy but she's still tight," Ken grinned back over his shoulder. He was casually sliding his cock in and out of her. He was still semi-firm. He looked back down at what he was doing. Catherine just laid there with her arms resting above her head and her fingers absently fiddling with her hair. Ken pulled out and edged back away from between her legs. She watched me as I knelt in his place and freed my cock. I laid down on her and stretched her little top back up over her tits. I was rock hard. My cock was aching and with my first attempt to get it into her it slipped up over her clit and I split her with the underside of my shaft and mashed my balls into her. She smiled. She almost giggled. "I think you missed..." I smoothed hair from her face and kissed her lips. Her eyes closed and I tasted her softly, arching my pelvis back again, and that time I felt her warmth swallow the head of my cock and I gently slid up inside of her. "Ah ha..." she moaned into my mouth and I fucked her slowly. She was soaked, and deep inside she was hot and open but her walls were squeezing and working the base of my shaft as I slipped between them. Sharing Catherine Ch. 02 I tasted her neck and then I moved back to her open mouth. I gripped her hands above her head, crushing her little fingers as I steadily fucked her. My load was welling and building. I buried my face in her hair and lost my senses in the feel of her cunt. "Do you want to cum inside me...please," she breathed into my neck and she split herself over the base of my cock and held me close while I erupted. I surged up into her. My balls had rolled up tight and I was so deep inside of her that I'd forced them into her sloppy little hole as well. I could feel the lips of her cunt softly pressed against them and I held there while I pumped my cum into her. Catherine's soft little fingers were in my hair and she kept her legs spread wide open while I rolled my hips and slid my cock in and out of her. My balls had dropped back into place and I could feel the edge of her panties had slipped. They were rubbing against my shaft a little but they were soft and wet and it felt nice. I lifted from her and smoothed her little panties back into place. She laid there peering up at Ken and I. "She looks good like that doesn't she," Ken said and she smiled and blushed a little. "Can I have some more wine?" she asked sweetly and she reached for her glass and held it up for us. I took it and refilled it. She'd gotten up onto her knees fixing her hair and I waited. "Did you men like that?" she blushed. "Could say that..." Ken grinned. She lowered her head with her smile broadening. "I've never felt two tongues before... I didn't know which one to think about..." "It was nice to have a little taste before anyone got to you," Ken chuckled and she pushed him away. "You make me sound like I'm everyone's food." "Well, not food exactly," I ventured. She'd finished sifting the pine needles from her hair and she'd settled with her knees bent up and her wet little pussy available for viewing beneath her legs. Her panties were as if nonexistent. They were pasted with cum and glued to her. Ken had settled across the end of the rug again and he was checking them out as well. She sipped her wine quietly for a moment before speaking. "What are these other men like? Do you think they will want to have me too?" "They're ok love, but it's up to you tonight. Old Gus will be there and if you include your hubby that makes what, about nine men!" She didn't respond immediately. She bit down on a little grin and without looking up she said softly, "nine's ok..." Ken and I laughed and she kicked Ken and tossed a plastic water bottle at me. "So you're going to let us all gang fuck you?" Ken teased. "No! But I might let you all have turns on me if you stop being crude... Only I'm a bit worried about my husband getting too drunk - and what would I do if anyone was getting too rough with me?" "Won't happen love!" Ken said simply. I left them chatting and went back for another swim. A little while later Paul and Len came from exploring the cave under the waterfall. Paul was telling him about the history of the property and about the ruins of the original cottage, which could be seen in a clearing down lower in the valley. They sat on the rocks for a while and then made their way back up to the ledge. I stayed in the water, almost dosing off. The sun had set into the canopy of trees and the heat of the afternoon was beginning to fade. I decided a bed of pine needles would be preferable and I climbed back up the rocks to find Paul fucking Catherine. She was leaning against a tree and he was up her from behind and humping her solidly. Ken was still laying on the rug. He had her panties. Her husband was standing there watching with a beer in one hand and his other hand rubbing his crotch. Paul held onto her shoulders and fucked her with his hips. He had her little top pulled up and her tits were bouncing wildly beneath it. She was arching herself back against him and when he finally thrust up under her and held I could see that she was still squirming onto his cock. He humped her once more and then he was trying to climb up over her back and force his cock in deeper while he pumped his load into her. Catherine seemed to relax. She was just watching her husband's face while Paul's body jerked and convulsed up against her. "Are you next?" she said to him and he grinned. Paul's cock had slipped from inside of her and it swung between his legs as he reached for his swimmers at his ankles. He pulled them up and stepped back, leaving Catherine bent over waiting for her husband with her cunt open behind her legs. Her husband put his beer down and felt up into it. His thick finger penetrated and he massaged into her reddened folds while he freed his cock and worked it to erection. She sort of watched back over her shoulder but when he moved in behind and fed his cock in, her head rocked forward. I watched him do her. He held her neck with one hand and he had his other around beneath working her clit while he slowly fucked her to an orgasm. And then, while she was still writhing back against him, he started pumping her and getting himself off. I watched until he'd finished and then I stretched my towel under a tree and dosed off. I guess I was out for an hour or so and I woke to the sound of Catherine squealing. Her husband was sitting on the ledge and she and Ken were in the water. Paul had apparently gone back to the house for a vehicle. "How long ago did he leave?" I asked as I sat down on the ledge with a beer. "Half hour... but he said he would jog." It took me a few minutes then to get the nerve to ask, "so will this satisfy curiosity or is it just the beginning?" Len chuckled to himself. "Been thinking about that..." he said, and after a moment he went on. "As long as she doesn't fall pregnant to one of you guys I think I'll probably start letting other men fuck her regularly." "Pregnant? What, there's a chance?" "Yeah... we were going to use rubbers but it just kind of happened didn't it." "Fuck! You should have said something. There's boxes of them at Frank's place." "No, it's ok... she said she should be fine just now. And anyway, she likes you guy's cumming in her... And I don't mind either! Although I'd deserve it even if I did because I haven't exactly been faithful myself." "I noticed you don't mind," I grinned. "I'm getting into it. At first it was a bit real but it's more like a dream now. And I don't know... just the way you guys look up her dress, and watching you feel her tits... and when were just sitting there and I find myself looking up between her legs myself and I think about her having some other guy's sperm up inside of her. Fuck I don't know... I'm just beginning to get into it!" Paul arrived at the end of the fire trail in his Jeep and we packed up and drove back to the house. Frank was at the barbeque and the others were out on the deck with him. Paul, Ken and I had joined them. Len came out after a while too. The food was being served by the time Catherine came from the house in a tiny little skirt and top, combing her wet hair and smelling beautiful. Keith and Andy stood for their introduction. They both shook her hand and met her shy little smile, and they watched her as she filled her plate and settled in a vacant chair beside Ken. Dinner was a bit of a Roman feast. We were all sitting around a long table laughing, drinking and devouring everything edible. Catherine was giggly, although she was tending to blush a little when spoken to by one of the new men. And they were addressing her often, but as the evening progressed to after dinner drinks the entire conversation began to focus on her anyway. She was on her third or forth glass of wine and her chair had drifted back away from the table enough that we men opposite had a view of her little white lace panties. Mostly she had her legs crossed but from time to time she would shift and give us a little flash. The men beside her were watching too. I'd walked past a few times to get drinks from the cooler and noticed they had a nice view down the front of her little top to what appeared to be a matching bra. At the head of the table, Frank was the emperor. He'd mentioned his party game a few times, claiming to have the right of choice as he was host. A few of the others seemed to know a bit about it and Catherine was playfully dubious. "No, it's only a card game..." he would assure her. And he innocently argued it was the only one he could think of for so many players. Uncle Arthur and Keith disappeared for a while and came back declaring all was ready inside. Frank ushered Catherine. He claimed her hand and led her along giggling. He kicked off his sandals and told us all to adjust our footwear so that we each had four items of clothing. "I knew it would be about clothes!" Catherine laughed as she was led inside. "Well cards are pretty boring unless you gamble something and a few of these beggars haven't got any money," Frank was saying as he strode on into the living room with Catherine fluttering from his big hand. We all crowded in. The furniture had been moved back against the walls and there was a big open area in the middle of the room. We were told to make a circle and sit down. "Simple rules!" Frank started. "I'll start and pass the deck along. We shuffle and draw three cards. If there's a picture card – that's one item of clothing. And aces are 'get out of jail free'. If you get one you can use it to wipe out one picture, or keep it until you need it." A few of us cheered. Old Gus looked a little uncomfortable but he was in. Catherine was blushing. She was still beside Frank and he put his arm around her. "Is this ok love?" he asked her kindly and she nodded. "I don't mind..." she said sweetly and we all cheered again, which caused her blush to deepen as she finished the last of her wine. Frank shuffled and drew a jack, a three and a six, and he stripped off his shirt. Andy drew nothing and Ken drew an ace. Arthur lost his shoes and Gus reluctantly parted with his shirt. I drew blank and then Keith and Paul both lost their footwear. Len lost the hat he'd found to make up his four items and Catherine's first card was a king, which brought another cheer, but her third card was an ace. She was wriggling excitedly and blushing and giggling as she pushed the cards along to Frank. And when she settled we had a fine view of the white lacy triangle between her legs. Frank turned the cards and found the twos and threes. He put them aside and shuffled then he drew again and lost his t-shirt. Andy drew nothing again and Ken lost his ace. Arthur drew a pair of kings and we all laughed. He stood proudly and tossed his shirt into the ring and then he casually dropped his shorts and tossed them in too. A couple of us were virtually rolling around as he stood there posing in his big white underpants with what appeared to be a semi-erect member poking at them. Gus took the cards and got us going again. He lost his t-shirt. I drew a queen that time and lost my sandals. Keith drew nothing and Paul lost his shirt. Len drew an ace and passed the cards along to his wife. There was a collective groan when she turned up a six and another when she turned a four, but we erupted at the queen she turned up last. Catherine squealed and then she was trying to argue that it was a queen and she shouldn't have to strip for a lady. The chant went up and she gave in. She got up onto her knees and quite defiantly she reached up under her skirt and pealed her little panties down. It was quick and subtle but as she slipped them from her ankles we got a little flash of her cunt. Frank discarded the fours and fives then he drew a seven, an ace and a king. Andy drew two pictures and lost his shirt and sunglasses. Ken turned up a jack and lost his shoes. Arthur put on a show for us. He was down to his underpants and he drew a nine and then a ten, but his last card was a queen. The chant went up and he stood proudly again. Catherine had her hands clasped over her face but she was watching. He pealed them down and his big old cock sprung forward and levered there for all to see. He twirled his underpants and flung them onto the pile of clothes and we all cheered. Then he sat back down making no attempt at modesty. Gus was next and he lost his shorts. He wasn't really comfortable and we let him off quietly. I was next and I lost my shirt. Keith drew blank again and Paul went down to his swimmers. Len was holding an ace and he lost that and his shirt as well. Catherine drew a big, nervous breath and turned up a king and two sevens. The cheer went up again and then the chant. She lifted her little top and tossed it in, defying us again with her ease, and my cock lifted at the sight of her nipples poking through the pretty white lace. She was laughing and giving back any banter with interest but her legs had strayed a little and all of us sitting opposite had another good, long look at her pink little slit. Frank sorted the sixes and sevens and he lost his shorts. Andy drew three picture cards and lost everything. Catherine squealed and we all laughed and cheered. He stood and pulled his shorts and boxers down and dropped them on the pile. I guess he was a bit smaller than the average man but his balls were huge. He was blushing. Ken finally lost his shirt and Arthur was sitting there naked so he passed the deck along. I think old Gus just wanted to get it over with but he only drew one picture and an ace. I lost my shorts and they went at me over the bulge in my swimmers. Keith lost his shirt and Paul lost his swimmers. He stood and dropped them and his cock sprung forth, horizontal and bulging with veins. He was grinning at Catherine and she was trying not to look at it but her eyes and her blush defied her. Len drew two kings and lost everything. His wife laughed and he reminded her it was her turn. "But I think I'm getting tired now..." she tried playfully and she was swamped with cheers and jeers. We all settled down for her draw though. Her first card was a king and she squealed. "There's the bra," Arthur called out. His cock was fully erect and she looked over at him and bit down on her smile. She then turned an ace and we all groaned as one. "Go the jack!" Paul cheered and she glanced over at him. He was also fully erect. She took a deep breath and turned her third card. It was a ten and she picked it up and kissed it. Frank sorted the eights from the deck. He lost his underpants and his big curved erection levered at his waist. Ken broke even and passed the deck to Gus. He drew two tens and an ace and passed it to me. I lost my swimmers and passed it to Keith, who lost his shorts. Catherine picked up the cards and shuffled them. "Definitely get some tittie here," Ken grinned and she smiled as she looked around at us all sitting quietly. She then turned up a ten, jack, king. "And some pussy..." Ken added mildly. The mood had suddenly shifted and we all waited while she collected the cards and placed them in front of Frank. "Do you want to stand up so we can see you properly?" he asked her. "Okay..." she said shyly and she stood. "Do you men want my bra first or my skirt?" she then asked sweetly. Her blush had faded and she stood looking around at us with her hands behind her back, and she was biting down on a cheeky little grin. Ken and Keith were stripping out of the rest of their clothes, which only left old Gus in his underpants. Most of us were erect and Frank and Arthur were both feeling their cocks. We'd voted for her tits first and Catherine was fiddling with the clasp behind her back. She released it and caught her bra with her other arm, then she slowly pealed it away and dropped it on the floor before placing her arms behind her back again and displaying them for us. She kind of rolled her shoulders back and slowly turned back and forth, showing us all her tits. "Fuck they're nice!" Keith groaned. His cock was solid and his fist was closed around it. Catherine blushed a little as she looked down at his hand. "It looks like you need somewhere to put that..." she said sweetly and she smoothed her hands down her thighs and then lifted the hem of her skirt just enough that we could see her pussy. "Maybe in here..." she added softly. Frank's hand appeared between her thighs and he stroked up until his fingertips cut into her. She touched his head, weaving her fingers into his hair while she held the front of her skirt up with her other hand. He searched up further and forced his middle finger up inside of her. Catherine's eyes closed and slowly opened. She bit down on her smile again and her blush deepened. Frank was gently working his finger in and out and she was just peering around at us all while he did that. Her mouth opened as if she was about to speak but she didn't. Her eyes closed again and she ground herself down as Frank forced a second finger up her wet little hole. He only felt up inside of her though, and then he withdrew and rubbed her juices into her folds. "Are you ready for the second part of the game?" he said and he stood and claimed her hand. "The second part..?" she uttered as he led her away. She was peering back over her shoulder at us all following. He led her into the main bedroom and we crowded in behind her. "We're all going to fuck you sweetheart," Frank said to her. "But first we need to put this on ok..." There were two silk scarves laying across his bed and he gave her one to hold while he tied the other around her eyes. "Lay back for me love," he said softly and he guided her back onto the bed. Catherine's fingers were clutching the scarf and the bed-sheet. Frank was kneeling over her and fumbling with the little zipper at her hip. He undid it and then gripped the fabric and ripped her skirt completely open. He pulled it from beneath her and tossed it against the wall then spread her legs and ate into her cunt. We all spread around the walls. There was one couch and old Gus sat there, still in his underpants. The rest of us were erect and most of us were working our cocks. Frank was licking and sucking into her. He had her legs up and open wide, and his big, thick fingers were spreading her folds and working over her little clitty. His other hand was massaging the massive head of his cock and suddenly he was up on top of her and jamming it up her. Catherine writhed up against him. There was about nine inches of meat filling her and she split herself over it while Frank wound the other scarf around her wrists. He tied it quickly and pinned her hands into the pillow then he started fucking her hard and fast. He pounded her and surged up into her and blew his load. He thrust his hips a few more times, emptying the last of it into her, then he looked back over his shoulder. "Who's next?" Arthur stepped forward and Frank got up off of her. Catherine laid there with her legs still spread while Arthur adjusted the scarf around her wrists and tied the end of it to the bed post. He then laid down on top and sunk his cock into her. She immediately ground herself up against him and he worked her to an orgasm then started fucking her solidly. Frank collapsed into the couch beside old Gus and we all sort of shuffled along a bit. It seemed the order would be the way we happened to line up. Arthur was getting close and Catherine still seemed to be in the throws of an orgasm. She was convulsing beneath him and suddenly he was still and pressed firmly up into her. We could see his old balls were tight, and the way his butt was quivering he was obviously injecting more sperm into her. He collapsed on top of her and Keith tapped him on the shoulder. Arthur still had his cock in her and he worked it in and out a few times before getting up off her. Keith helped her up onto her elbows and knees. He knelt behind her and positioned the head of his cock then he laid over her back and impaled her with it. Sharing Catherine Ch. 02 Catherine's head rocked forward. Her face was pressed against the pillow and the guy on her back was humping her forcefully. He wasn't holding her. He was supporting himself on his hands and knees and the only part of his body touching her was his cock. He rocked her back and forth with his thrusts until his face contorted and then he was pressed up against her ejaculating. He straightened and withdrew a little, squeezing off the last of his cum, and then he sunk his cock back into her again and felt up beneath for her tits. She lifted as far as she could and mashed her tits into his hands while he ate into her neck. "Are you ready for the next guy?" he breathed into her hair and she nodded. "Any way he wants..." Catherine uttered and Keith pumped her a few times then withdrew his fully erect cock and edged back away from her. "Any way I want?" Andy asked her. He had moved in behind and he was fingering her cunt and working the juices up into her other little hole. Catherine rubbed her head back up against his chest and uttered softly, "but don't cum in me there ok?" He had the tip of his finger in and he was working her open. Frank opened the dresser drawer and tossed him a condom and he bit it open and rolled it onto his little cock. "I'm using a rubber ok..." he whispered to her and he slipped his cock into her cunt while forcing his thumb up her ass. She leant forward and offered herself to him. She clung to the pillow and he pressed the head of his cock to her tiny little hole and opened her. Then he worked in a little at a time until he was fully up her and he started fucking her. He shifted her legs wider and reached beneath to work her clit but he was soon beyond that and he held to her hips and pumped her until he erupted. He slumped over her back, spent and shaking. He laid there for a while with his cock still up her ass, and then he lifted himself and carefully pulled back while holding onto the condom. His huge balls were purple and the condom was half full of cum. He edged around beside her and she laid over onto her side as he smoothed the scarf up from her eyes. "I want you to taste it," he said to her and she blushed a little. "Ok..." she said softly. He pinched the tip of the condom and slid it off his cock. "Open up for me..." he said and Catherine opened her mouth. He then poured his cum onto her tongue and we watched her slender neck move as she swallowed. "Now suck me clean," he said to her and she lifted and took his soft cock into her mouth. Her husband was climbing onto the bed behind her and while she sucked on Andy's cock he fed his own up her cunt and started fucking her. Andy pulled back and Catherine laid there on her side with her eyes closed and her fingers winding into the silk scarf. Len lifted her leg so we could watch his cock ramming in and out of her and he worked his free hand beneath and around to massage her clit. He had her writhing back onto his shaft and he worked her through another orgasm before pumping his load up into her. Paul was next and he asked for a condom. Catherine got up onto her elbows and knees and he moved in behind her and gently slid his cock into her ass. He was bigger than Andy but he went very slowly until she settled. Then he laid over her back and humped her until he came. Catherine had worked loose from the scarf around her wrists and she sat up a little for him as he edged around in front of her. His load wasn't as heavy as Andy's but when he'd poured it into her mouth he pushed the condom trough with his fingers and Catherine sucked that into her mouth as well. Ken and I were both working our cocks and Ken stepped up first. He smoothed the matted hair from Catherine's forehead and she gave him a little smile as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. His head rocked back immediately and she'd only bobbed back and forth a few times before she was still and accepting his semen. I was close and I lined up with old Gus beside me working his cock through his underpants. Catherine wiped her lips on the back of her hand and opened up for me. I placed the head of my cock on her tongue and shot my load into her mouth. She waited until I'd finished then she devoured my cock and sucked the last of my cum out of it. Old Gus was getting anxious and Catherine smiled over at him. He had his cock out and although it wasn't exactly erect, it was considerably bigger than mine. He stroked her hair and pulled her mouth onto it and immediately he let out a loud groan and started jerking his hips. Catherine sucked him dry and she kept softly nibbling and kissing his old cock until Frank touched her shoulder from behind and guided her back onto the bed. He opened her legs and sunk his cock into her sopping cunt and started fucking her slowly and forcefully. Catherine clung to his back and he fucked her through another orgasm before he pumped that load into her. Arthur came back from the kitchen and handed her a glass of water. She accepted it and thanked him and she took a little sip and placed it on the nightstand. She was soaked in our sweat and her face was hot and red. "Are you ok?" Arthur asked kindly. He'd remained sitting beside her and he was stroking her thigh softly. "I don't think I can feel very much now but you can keep fucking me if you want," she answered and she smiled lightly as she peered around at us. "Are you sure love?" Arthur went on, stroking hair from her face, and his other hand was closed over his erection. Catherine nodded and he felt a tit. He worked one and thumbed the nipple for a while then he moved to the other while Keith and Andy both stroked their cocks. Arthur moved her leg aside and laid down on top of her. She reached back and held onto the bed head and he fucked her slowly for a while then he lost it and started pounding her limp body until he was jammed up her and quivering. He rolled off and Catherine laid there staring up at the ceiling while the other two had their turn. They had both been jerking off watching Arthur and they more or less laid on her, humped a few times, and pumped their cum into her womb. Frank kind of herded us out after Andy had finished and an hour or so later Catherine came out to give us all a little kiss good night. She had bathed and she left us swimming in the beautiful scent of her perfume. The next morning I slept until eleven and found Ken watching out the kitchen window. Apparently Frank had left for the city with Keith and Andy, and Arthur had gotten a lift with Paul. Len was sitting there on the deck in a chair and Catherine was bent over behind him snuggling into his neck. Her little dress wasn't long enough though, and Ken and I enjoyed the nice view of her well-fucked little pussy. "Did they do her again this morning?" I asked. "No. We tried but she said she wanted a rest. She let us all get a load off in her mouth though... we were having breakfast and after she gave us the big knock-back she got under the table and sucked us all off. Or at least she jerked us off... but she let us all cum on her tongue and she gave us nice little smiles while she swallowed." I poured my coffee. "So, how long are they staying?" "Until next weekend... Her husband's talking about taking her to a bar or maybe one of those adult theatres down town tomorrow or the night after... I said we'd show them around." Sharing Catherine Ch. 03 The unexpected arrival of Uncle Ken's two children had cooled things off a bit. They were a boy and girl in their early teens with the girl clinging to Catherine and the boy wanting to tag along behind her husband and I. They wanted nothing to do with their father and he seemed to be the only one getting any peace. Catherine had of course dispensed with her more revealing clothing in favor of shorts or conservative dresses and at night she would come from her bath well wrapped in a robe. Uncle Ken and I, along with old Gus the property caretaker, were left to reflect on what had happened the previous weekend while we wanked ourselves to sleep. The children had arrived on the Monday and by Thursday the fridge and cupboards were bare. Catherine and her husband, Len, volunteered to shop. I needed a few things in town too so I went along with them. We managed to get away without the kids knowing and settled back for the leisurely drive from the farm along the coast road to a small tourist town that by day was asleep. There was a range of clubs and bars and a few boutiques. There was a small supermarket but we decided to leave that till last. Our first priority was to eat and we chose a bar down on the waterfront. It was deserted except for a few fisherman types who nodded as we walked by and over to a table in the restaurant area. The menu was on a board behind a small window and I took orders and left Catherine and Len chatting. When I returned they were having a cuddle and as I sat I noticed the top button of Catherine's blouse was open. She quickly glanced at me and I looked up from her chest to meet her eyes. She smiled shyly and blushed a little. The barman brought our drinks over and we soon had our meals. While eating and chatting I enjoyed the view inside Catherine's blouse. It was falling nicely open and revealing a pretty, white lace bra. She would often catch me staring and her husband was watching me. He finally said something. "Can you see ok?" he asked, causing Catherine to blush fully. "Only just..." I complained playfully, and I leant over a bit for a better look since I'd been invited. "Sit forward love," Len said softly to his wife. Catherine looked from him to me, and then averting her gaze she leant forward in her seat, causing the fabric of her blouse to gape clear of her breasts. "That's pretty," I said and she smiled and blushed again. I could see her nipple was firm beneath the soft lace. We stayed for an hour and had another drink or two while the barman was also offered a look down Catherine's blouse. She sat fiddling with a coaster while he reached over and wiped the table, taking his time to appreciate. And the second time he came back he stopped at Catherine's shoulder for a chat while she obediently rested forward with her pretty, lace bra completely on display. They left me to go off on a shopping adventure and I met up with a guy I knew and played some pool for a while. I then quickly did my own shopping and found them walking into a clothing boutique. Len and I kept out of the way until Catherine had found something she liked. It was a little black dress, and we strolled over to the change room with her. Catherine went in and pulled the curtain. "Come out and model it for us..." her husband said, poking his nose into the cubical. An older woman went into the cubical at the far end of the row and presumably it was her husband who stopped beside us and nodded a greeting. He was a short, balding man of about sixty with a broad smile. He started telling us about how good he thought the weather was and how he and his wife had failed to bring enough summer clothing. Catherine slipped from behind the curtain and silenced him. The first thing I noticed was her nipples, which were firm and poking at the thin black fabric. Her bra had obviously been discarded and her breasts wobbled nicely as she did a little pirouette. "How does it look?" she asked sweetly. "It's hard to say with the lines," Len suggested, smoothing his hand over her hip. "Do you want to slip those off and let's have another look?" Catherine looked to the old guy. He was trying to appear interested in a stand of pantyhose or something. Her eyes flashed upon mine before she backed into the stall with her husband holding the curtain aside for her. Catherine's cheeks were bright red but there was enough in her eyes to suggest she was enjoying the situation. Len held the curtain well aside and she slipped her hands up under the sides of the little dress and claimed the edges of her panties. The dress was tight and short and it folded up in front to reveal the white patch of lace between her thighs. She paused, watching the old guy intently. He was standing with his hands behind his back and his nose in the air, looking anywhere but at Catherine. She pulled her panties down and for just a second there was a flash of her pussy. Catherine is a tall slender woman around thirty. She has lovely blond hair falling over her shoulders and a pretty smile. Her breasts are supple and generous, though not large. The line of her belly is athletic and her legs are long and sensuous. The old guy was at my shoulder and we watched her model the dress for her husband but she drew the curtain, offering us a defiant smile before allowing the garment to slip from her shoulders. I followed from one shop to another and we ended up strolling through the seedy part of town where all was deserted in the early afternoon. One shop, just opening, offered adult toys and lingerie, and Len dragged his wife in but I waited outside. They came out after a while, laughing, and Catherine was coyly guarding the new bag she was carrying. Len approached me and pulled me aside secretively. "Catherine asked if there are condoms back at the house - I think you guys might be getting lucky this weekend as long as you have some." "We have to use rubbers?" "Yeah – she's worried about the time of her month – it would be a bit risky for her this next week or so." "There's plenty in the bathroom cabinet..." "Enough for Ken and old Gus too?" Len grinned, and Catherine edged beneath his arm wanting to know what was going on. "Just talking about supplies for the weekend... we should pick up some beer and wine." I waited at the car while Catherine and Len shopped for groceries, and I stole a look in the bag from the adult shop. There was a little satin negligee and beneath it was a box with a thick, pink dildo. I closed the bag and settled in the back seat to wait. They soon came from the store with bags of food and we were on our way back to the farm. Len was driving and Catherine was in the passenger seat with the hot wind fluttering her blouse and revealing the fact that she no longer wore a bra. I'd been suspicious of the free movement of her breasts since the shop with the black dress but from where I was leaning between the front seats I then had a fine view a nipple when her blouse lifted. "So how long are you guys planning to stay?" I asked when we were on the open road again. Len looked to Catherine as if they had not yet decided. "We have to be on the road early Monday morning." "Do you think it would be ok if we stayed the weekend?" Catherine added. "We're all hoping you will," I replied on behalf of Ken and old Gus as well. "Looks like a few places in town that might be fun to check out..." Len went on, and as he spoke he closed his hand over Catherine's knee and gave a little squeeze. "Fun for who?" she replied lightly yet suggestively. "I don't know... I wouldn't mind showing you off a bit in that black dress. Maybe even letting a few of those old fishermen get onto you." "Not unless you give them a bath first..." Catherine said shyly. She didn't defy her husband though, and he rubbed over her knee where the hem of her skirt rested and stroked casually upward, gathering it a little. "She did look good in that dress didn't she?" Len said to me, meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror. "Looks good in that blouse too," I smiled, leaning further forward to deliberately have a look over her shoulder. Catherine pushed my head playfully and I caught her wrist and pulled her around a bit. We struggled and I held her while Len reached in and felt a tit. "Hey! Watch the road!" she complained. The car had veered into the middle. "Well show him properly..." Len argued lightly. Catherine looked back at me. I held her gaze while her cheeks reddened, and then she slipped a button and one more below that, and she glanced down at herself and then her face lifted and her eyes held mine as she opened her blouse. Instinctively I reached for her and felt a tit. I cupped it softly and rubbed over the nipple with my thumb. Her eyes closed and she bit lightly upon her bottom lip; a little grin curving her lips. "I like other men feeling me up in front of my husband," she said sweetly, peering at Len and lifting her arm out of the way while I had a feel of her left tit as well. Len's hand had moved back to her leg and he was rubbing upward with her skirt folding around his wrist. "So you do want me to take you to town and let some other guys do you?" he asked her warmly and quite seriously. "Ok..." Catherine replied softly, resting back around in her seat and leaving her blouse open. She touched her husband's wrist and clung to it as he felt right up between her thighs. Her legs had opened and she gripped the armrest on the car door as her body braced. "Take these off..." Len said to her and she wriggled and worked her panties from beneath her legs. "Do you want me to drive?" I asked, a little concerned about the way we were all over the road. "No, it's ok... Love, do you want to try that new toy?" "What... now?" Catherine blushed, obviously startled a little, and she glanced back at me. Her lips began to curve again though and she finished stretching her panties from her heels and tucked them into the bag from the toy shop that was at her feet. "Go on... just give us a little demo'," Len went on smoothly. Catherine didn't answer him but when her hand emerged from the bag she was holding the box with the dildo in it. She placed it upon her lap and picked at the tape that sealed the box closed. "Just a demo'..." she teased. "And that means you only get to watch!" "Sure! We'll just watch," Len smiled, opening his hands and then deliberately placing them on the steering wheel to indicate he was busy anyway. Catherine took the thing out of the box. It was more than she could close her hand around. It was bright pink and veined with a realistic head that was broader than a real one. It was perhaps seven or eight inches long with a round base that resembled a man's balls, and upon the upper side were small, soft looking nodules. "Just a demo..." she reiterated teasingly, and she adjusted her seat back a bit and lifted her skirt to mid thigh. She then watched her husband while she fed the dildo up under her skirt and between her thighs. She held the rounded end in both hands and as her legs parted further she began rolling her wrists. Len and I watched in silence. Catherine's eyes had softly closed and she was gently biting down on her lower lip. Her wrists were rolling steadily but they suddenly stopped and she bit down harder on her lip and carefully forced the dildo further beneath her skirt. She gave a little gasp and her eyes opened. "That's the head in..." Len suggested and she smiled. She slowly exhaled and took another deep breath. She looked from Len to me and her wrists moved once again and her eyes widened. "It's a bit thick..." she uttered softly and she shifted a little in her seat, scooting down a bit, and then her arms were moving slowly back and forth while she still gripped the round base with both hands. Her eyes had closed again and once more she bit down on her lower lip and forced the dildo in further. It was a slow, methodical action and her skirt was then bunched right up high, and as she withdrew the dildo I could see the wet mark to within two inches of the base. She withdrew until the head almost appeared and then she forced the length of the thing back in. "That's it baby. All the way!" her husband groaned. Catherine's eyes opened and flashed from Len to me. She pulled her skirt up over her belly and looked down at herself. Her other hand was over the base of the dildo and her cunt was split over the thick, rounded section. She withdrew a few inches and forced it back in with the soft nodules grazing her swollen clit and causing her body to shudder. She then withdrew the dildo completely, allowing the massive head to squeeze from her dripping folds. She was watching our faces when she touched the head against her pussy lips again and forced it back in and then forced the entire length of the thing inside of herself once more. She moaned softly and ground her clit against the nodules, and then with her left hand clutching her skirt upon her belly and her hips rolling she started fucking herself slowly and forcefully. Len had pulled the car off the road and stopped to watch. I was leaning right through the seats so I could see the thick pink shaft sliding in and out of her. "Is this what you wanted?" she uttered breathlessly and she withdrew completely again and sunk the dripping tool back into her stretched little hole. Her body bucked against the base that time and another moan escaped upon her breath. Her eyes shot open and her back arched, and she started thrusting the dildo with short, rapid strokes. Her legs were spread wide and her hips were grinding her clit against the nodules each time she rammed the thing in deep. She worked herself into a frenzy and suddenly her body convulsed into orgasm. Len and I watched in silence while she writhed about and finally settled panting and completely flushed. Back on Earth she looked a little sheepish. We watched her carefully extract the dildo and put it back in it's box. "That was amazing love," Len said warmly and she gave us a little smile. She fixed her skirt down and adjusted her seat. Len drove back onto the road. I settled back a bit but remained at Catherine's shoulder. She gave me another little smile and watched my hand close over her tit again. Her body trembled causing her tit to wobble beneath the gentle grip I had on her nipple. I lent down and sucked it into my mouth, softly rolling my tongue around the firm little bud. "Did you like watching me do that?" she asked softly. "Do you want to get in the back here with me so I can show you how much?" I replied. "But there's no room with all those groceries..." Catherine teased. "I might pull over again so we can both fuck you over the bonnet of the car," Len suggested. "No you won't!" Catherine shot back at him defiantly. "Wouldn't you rather take me to bed and make love to me?" "Make love to you? Well yes, but aren't we supposed to be just having fun?" "Isn't showing me off fun?" "I guess..." "And when you're watching some old fisherman on top of me, won't that be fun?" Catherine went on. Len grunted in the positive. "Well I think, as my husband, you should want to save yourself for when we're alone together so you can reassure me. Don't you?" I wasn't sure how serious she was and I don't think Len was either. The idea though, of stopping and bending her over the car (which I kind of liked), vanished, and we were soon rattling along the driveway to the farm. Later that afternoon I was strolling by their bedroom door and I could hear Len fucking her. The children had gone off horse riding and their door was open so they were obviously taking advantage of the opportunity to lift the rating above PG. I poked my nose around the door and immediately met Catherine's eyes. Her chin was bouncing upon her husband's shoulder and he was in the final stages of getting his load off. He thrust one final time and expelled a loud groan. And after a moment jiggling and jerking he rolled off and lay beside her with his arm across his face. There was a bright green condom sagging from the end of Len's cock that was half full of cum. His chest was heaving. Catherine propped herself upon her elbows and her blouse slipped from her shoulders to reveal her tits. She'd closed one leg across to meet the other but it waved loosely back and forth a little and she gave me a smile as she opened it. I asked her a silent question and she slowly shook her head. "You have to wait," she said, mouthing the words and making no sound to alert her husband that I was standing there. I looked back down at her cunt and she waited a few seconds before closing her leg across again. "Soon," she said softly and I backed away before Len stirred. I got to chatting with Len after dinner that night. "That was pretty hot in the car today," I started. "Yeah, but she threw me a bit with that 'don't you want to make love to me' line." "I noticed you ended up getting lucky anyway..." "True! And you guys will too but she wants to wait until the kids go home. She thinks things would get out of hand and it wouldn't be appropriate with them here in the house." "I agree. It's best to wait... I think Ken said they have a bus to catch at about 6 on Saturday morning." "Yeah, Catherine and I were talking about it... as soon as they've gone you guys can start fucking her. And maybe we could take her to town on Saturday night... do you guys know which clubs are the best to go to?" "I don't but Ken knows everyone in town and he'll know where to go. What about Saturday morning though – what did Catherine say about that?" Len took a moment to respond. "Well, she said she wants to sort of wait in bed, and that you guys can have turns getting in with her and fucking her. When Ken gets back I'm supposed to get up and go and tell you all that she's waiting or something." Catherine came from her bath and interrupted our little chat. She kissed her husband's cheek and brushed past me making more than necessary contact with her butt against my crotch. She settled on the sofa in front of the tv and pulled a light cotton blanket over her legs. She had on a knee length nightie and a short satin gown. There was a bit of a chill to the evening. Ken was saying goodnight to his kids and he soon came in and claimed the end of the sofa at Catherine's feet. Len and I were in the recliners. The movie wasn't bad and we all became enthralled but I kept an eye on Ken, who had worked his hand beneath Catherine's blanket and seemed to be stroking her leg. It was a big room with only the light from the tv so it was difficult to see what Ken was up to exactly. He seemed to be reaching a fair way under the blanket though, so I guessed he was having a feel at least. Catherine laid quietly watching the movie and didn't seem to react. Ken eventually went off to bed saying he was too tired to make it to the end of the movie. I volunteered to make coffee and used that as an excuse to change places. Catherine sat up a bit to have her drink but when she'd finished she wriggled down again and I ended up with her feet in my lap. I spread the blanket over my legs and slipped my hand beneath to begin massaging her toes. I could feel Len's eyes upon me from time to time but I didn't acknowledge him. I just watched tv and absently worked my way up to Catherine's calves, gently massaging but really just stroking softly. I made my way to her knees and the hem of her nightie. I then started lightly stroking the back of her thighs and inching my way upward. The first time I touched the lips of her pussy I noticed they were tacky. It was quite obvious that Ken had already been there. I felt my way along her slit, edging my fingertips beneath her folds, and I was rewarded with warmth and moisture. I poked two fingertips in a little further and drew some of the hot fluid to smooth into her tacky folds. I worked the fluid in and around her little gash and then I used only my middle finger and slipped it inside of her. Sharing Catherine Ch. 03 Her hips moved very slightly when I did that and I met her husband's eyes. He nodded, just acknowledging what I was doing, then his eyes moved back to the tv. Catherine laid still while I casually fingered her. She didn't look at me. The only movement she made was to lift her upper leg a little higher and give me easier access. I worked my middle finger in and out slowly from behind her legs, using the ample fluid that was seeping from her to keep her lips wet and slippery. I avoided her clit though. I think she knew and accepted that I wasn't trying to get her off – that I was merely enjoying the feel of her. When Len left us for a moment I asked, "did Ken do this too?" "Yes he did. I think he had two or three fingers in me, but I like what you're doing better." "I'm just playing," I said and she smiled. "... and it feels nice so I don't mind." "God you're wet!" I whispered. "I know. It's just the idea of other men touching me while my husband is right there. Ever since we got here I've been dripping." We chatted a little about the plans they had for their vacation before they broke down in their car and ended up staying with us. And while we spoke I continued working my middle finger in and out of Catherine's cunt while with my other hand I massaged my cock. It seemed Len had gone for a shower. He was gone a good ten minutes and Catherine got up a bit to have a look in the direction he'd gone, kind of checking there was no movement up the hall. She then turned to me with a sweet little grin. "Do you want me to suck you off?" My cock was already firm. It throbbed, and the load that had been welling for the past half hour threatened to erupt right then. "I'm pretty close..." "That's ok..." she said sweetly, and she slipped onto her knees between my legs and freed my cock from my pajama shorts. "But not too deep - let me take it all in my mouth so I can taste it before I swallow." The feel of her soft little fingers and her hot mouth had me bucking in no time. And after a few dry throbs I started filling her mouth with cum. She held the head of my cock with her lips and accepted my load while looking up at me. She waited and squeezed off the last few spurts then she sat up a bit with her mouth still full. Her eyes were so pretty; so soft and submissive. Her lips curved into a slight smile and then she gently swallowed. "You tasted really strong," she uttered, wetting her lips and swallowing again. "It had been building since your little show in the car this afternoon." "Oh that! I'm still a bit embarrassed..." "Why? It was great!" "Maybe, but in broad daylight?" Catherine got back up on the sofa and pulled the blanket back over her legs. We could hear Len shuffling around in the bedroom and he soon came back out. We settled to watch the end of the movie. I'd kept gently caressing Catherine's leg and I gradually made my way back to her pussy. Her juices had dried and left her tacky again but working my fingertips in a bit I found her to still be quite hot and moist. I drew some of her fluids and wet her lips, and once lubricated I inserted my middle finger again. Her inner-walls clamped around me and she gave a bit of a wiggle, just adjusting the position of her leg and opening herself for me. I waited for her to settle then withdrew and gently worked her fluids over her clit. Her clit was hard and as I rubbed it she rolled a little further and presented me with full access. With Len frequently looking over I steadily worked my finger in and out and occasionally stopped poking her to massage her little button. Her juices were flowing nicely and I used them to lubricate the soft bridge between her pussy and her other little hole. She was staring at the tv but her breathing was uneasy and her eyes were slightly glazed. I popped a slippery fingertip into her tight little hole. I'd used my middle finger for that, and as I gently inserted it deeper I slid my forefinger into her pussy, and with both fingers fully inside of her I started massaging her clit with my thumb. I could feel her inner-walls loosen and hot fluid was seeping from my knuckles. I worked her slowly and steadily until her walls clamped around my finger and her body tensed and then pulsed. Her eyes were closed at that point and her husband was watching her face. It was a subdued climax but never the less it was nice to feel her body suddenly become super sensitive. I carefully withdrew my forefinger from the grip of her pussy, and then I slowly extracted my middle finger from her and softly mashed my fingers over her hot and absolutely dripping little slit. She expelled a ragged breath and scissored her leg across to deny me any further contact with her pussy. "That's enough of that..." she scolded playfully. "What did he do to you?" Len asked knowingly. Catherine looked to her husband but took a moment to respond. "He made me cum..." "Yeah? How did he do that?" "Umm... with his fingers." "And did you like it?" Len went on, grinning playfully. "I liked you watching him do it to me..." Catherine sat up with her back against the arm of the sofa and her legs straight. She reached back to fix her hair into the band that had slipped, and as she did I tugged the blanket down a bit and exposed the top of her thighs. Her nightie was bunched and her robe was open below her waist so I had a view of her trim little bush. Her pussy lips were shaved but her knees were together so I couldn't see much more than a hint of pink between her thighs. I could however see that her inner thighs were wet from where I'd smeared her juices. Len stood and moved behind her to give an affectionate rub of her shoulders. She smiled back up at him. "Ken fingered me too, did you notice?" "Yeah, I though that's what he was up to," Len answered, stroking hair from her forehead and kissing her. "That'll teach you for getting around the house with no panties on." "Teaches me that it's a good idea..." Catherine teased. "Coming to bed would be a good idea," Len tried, suggestively. "Ok... I won't be long," Catherine answered sweetly and Len gave her another little kiss and left us. She watched him walk from the room and when he'd gone she turned and gave me a little smile. "That was nice..." she started, blushing lightly. I nodded, acknowledging her warmth, and I gently cupped her tit through her nightie. She arched her back, presenting her chest forward and encouraging me. I brushed over that nipple with my thumb and then moved to feel her other tit as well. "Do you like them?" she asked softly and I grinned and she blushed. "Do you want to feel them while I suck you off again?" I grinned. "Again!" She moved over next to me and folded the blanket back from my lap. My cock had been erect and poking through my pajama shorts for a while. Her soft little hand felt cool as she closed her fingers around it. She leant across my lap and peered back up at me. "You can feel me underneath my nightie if you want..." I worked my hand beneath and closed it over a bare tit as she lowered her head and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. Immediately there was a surge of ecstasy from my entire body that centered in my balls to form the beginning of another load of sperm. Catherine's soft little hand cupped my balls and the load welled and threatened to erupt right then. The feeling subsided and I settled to have a good feel of her tits while her pretty head bobbed in my lap. She kept her arm out of my way and I tugged her nightie right up so that her tits were wobbling against my hand with her tight little nipples brushing my fingers. Her tongue was swirling around the underside of my cock head though, and it wasn't long before my load began to surge up my shaft. With the first spurt of cum Catherine stopped still and just held the head of my cock. Her fingernails dug into my thigh as another four heavy spurts gushed into her mouth. She moaned softly around my throbbing shaft and sucked out the last of my semen, then she released me and with my spent cock flat upon my stomach she kissed along the underside down to my balls. I felt her hot, wet lips open over one and she gently sucked on it. She moaned softly again as she moved to the other and caressed it with her lips. Her wet little fingers had taken hold of my shaft and her thumb was pressing beneath the underside of the head sending warm shivers through my spine. She kissed her way back up to the head and cleaned a thin stream of semen that had trickled over her finger. I stroked hair from her face and she smiled lightly up at me, teasing me by parting her lips to show that she still had my cum in her mouth, and then she kissed the tip of my cock and swallowed softly. She got up onto her knees and fixed her nightie down. "I have to go now." I quickly tidied the coffee mugs and had a drink. Walking past the bedroom I heard their bed rocking and I could hear Len's low grunts as he was obviously pounding into her. I left them to it and fell into bed with my cock still tingling, and I fell asleep immediately. The next morning we were all dragged off to the carnival that was passing through town. The kids had been looking forward to it opening all week and had extracted promises from each of us to go on rides with them. It was actually a fun morning and at noon there was a small circus that was better than expected too. We were home by mid-afternoon and another three children turned up from the neighboring property. They claimed the pool and the afternoon turned into a kids party with the two father's involved strolling up from old Gus' cottage at some stage. Apparently the mothers of the children were off somewhere on a ladies day out. The children, being early teens, needed no supervision, so we adults were left to entertain ourselves with only the occasional interruption to settle a dispute or whatever. We had set up on the front verandah chatting over a few drinks in the warm afternoon sun. George and Vince were the two neighbors. Both were around Uncle Ken's age; late forties. George was a heavily built guy with tufts of graying hair over his ears and Vince was lighter but more athletic in build. They were both keen fishermen, as was Ken, so the conversation centered around their exploits over the year since their last visit. Gus was a land loving horseman and I had no idea what they were talking about half the time. Len came from inside the house and a little later Catherine emerged, shyly taking greetings, and dressed in a colorful little house frock that I hadn't seen before. She had worn jeans to the carnival and looked good in those. And her dress was appropriately conservative, falling just above her knees and offering only a hint of cleavage where it opened away from thin shoulder straps. She looked very pretty. "So how do you guy's get on with that experiment you were telling me about last year?" Ken asked. He seemed to be changing the subject deliberately. "Experiment?" George questioned. Vince nudged his friend and winked. "The experiment!" he repeated meaningfully. "Oh that!" George grinned. "Err... it's going well." "Going well... so it's still going is it?" Ken asked with interest. "You could say that. Or you could say the parameters have been expanded, to be more precise." "What experiment?" I had to ask, but they all just chuckled and shrugged to each other. "The lady and her husband might be offended," Vince suggested. His statement was more of a question. "We're fairly broadminded..." Len replied confidently. "Wife swapping," Gus announced plainly. "But tell them about the expanded parameters." "Actually, the girls call it husband swapping," George laughed. "It was their idea after all. And yes it went well and we were doing it quite regularly, but about six months ago we met up with another couple who were looking for partners in an interesting investment opportunity." Ken had opened a bottle of bubbly and poured a glass for Catherine. There were a range of chairs; a few old leather lounge chairs that suited George and Gus, a bench where I was sitting with Len, a few rickety fold up things that Ken and Vince occupied, and a sun lounger that had a few pot plants sitting on it. Len moved the plants for his wife and Ken shook off a blanket to lay over the seat, which was a bit dusty. He held the glass of bubbly while Catherine arranged the blanket. And George shut up for a minute to watch her, as we all did. She had bent to straighten the edges of the blanket and the loosely fitted dress she was wearing gaped completely clear of her nipples. Smoothing the lumps in the blanket caused her tits to wobble a bit too and her cheeks flushed as she glanced up at us. "How do I lift the back up?" she asked Ken, and he showed her the little catch that need to be lifted. "Do you want some help there?" Vince offered. The chair had been laid back since I could remember and it appeared the catch had rusted and ceased. Vince gave it a firm jerk and it released, and Catherine bent down again to lift the back of the chair. She was blushing wildly but once she had the back rest upright she took another moment to dust it off with an old towel that was hanging over the rail of the verandah. Len was looking around at us and he acknowledged the fact that George and Vince were staring at his wife's breasts. George nodded his appreciation and cleared his throat. "Where was I? Oh yes... an investment opportunity!" "Which is what – a brothel or something?" Ken asked. "No, a health club," Vince laughed. "A place for adventurous people to relax and... shall we say - meet other adventurous people." "For couples?" Ken went on curiously. "And singles. A group of single men have to be accompanied by a woman though. The ratio usually works out about 5 to 1 so the girls tend to be very popular." "And what happens?" Len asked evenly. "Are the girls hookers or something?" "It's a social club so no money changes hands. The girls are mostly married and their husbands take them there for sex with other men. We get clientele from all over - very few locals." "So single guys can go but within the group there has to be a female?" Ken asked, as if he was taking notes. George smiled. "Admission is free for couples. A couple can bring other single men but single men are up for three hundred admission, and the drinks are way over priced... You guys can come with Sue and I if you want to check it out. But Sue likes to go as a normal guest so we've remained silent partners, which means no discount." "What about the women... Do they have to have sex with just anyone?" Catherine asked. She'd settled on the lounger with her knees together but bent up a bit. And with her dress falling away from beneath her legs we could see a tiny strip of red lace between her thighs. "The girls don't have to do anything they don't want to do," Vince explained. "The unwritten law is if a girl accepts a drink the guy who bought it would be entitled to something in return. And there are rooms upstairs for that sort of thing. Or there's a theatre with mood movies where some of the girls like to get friendly for free." "Mood movies?" Gus laughed. "Yeah... porno's!" Vince confessed. "Mood movies for the discerning." "It sounds like the same place..." Len said privately to Catherine. "What, you've heard of us?" George asked. "Yeah maybe. A friend of ours told us about a setup like that. It's kind of why we decided to come here..." "Oh ok... so you guys swing then?" George went on with interest. His question was directed more towards Catherine. "We don't really swing, as such," she answered bravely, though there was a slight weakness in her voice. "We haven't talked about being with other couples – it's more just letting other men have sex with me." Catherine was blushing and shrinking quickly by the time she finished what she was saying but George was quick to ease the tension for her. "That's right! That's exactly what our club is about. You'd be surprised how many couples there are who are after exactly that experience. I mean, why not! We men all like to watch and if our wives or girlfriends like the thought of being lusted after and ultimately pleasured... well, I'm in!" "So how did you end up here Len?" Vince asked. "I get why you would come to town. I think most of the tourists are here for the clubs. But how did you get tied up with this lot of no hopers?" he went on lightly. "We broke down on the road out the front... And after that, I don't know, we just stayed on..." "Must get interesting after the kids go to bed?" George suggested, meeting Catherine's embarrassed smile. "Not very!" she answered flatly. "Maybe after they go home tomorrow," she added suggestively, and we all gave a little cheer. George leant over a bit to have a look up under her legs. She watched him. She was plucking at the blanket she was sitting on. She looked to her husband and then back around at Vince and Ken, whose eyes had followed George's. They were thong panties she was wearing so the strip of lacy fabric was quite narrow. It barely covered the lips of her pussy. "More bubbly?" Ken asked and that seemed to break the trance the other two had slipped into. We chatted and drank through to dinner time when the children were fed and set up in front of the tv. Ken and Vince did the cooking and prepared finger food for our little party on the front verandah. Things had gotten merry with us men knocking over the beers and Catherine was fairly giggly after a few glasses of bubbly. She'd decided to help prepare the food and came from the kitchen with a wash cloth to clean the small table that we'd set up. We lifted our beers and she looked around at each of us with a half daring little grin, then she bent down to begin cleaning. Her dress gaped well clear of her tits. They were completely exposed and that time she was directly in front of us and only a few feet away. "Very nice..." George said evenly and Catherine glanced up at him but averted her eyes quickly. "They're not bad are they?" Len said and she looked to her husband, who was sitting to the side. "Beautiful in fact..." Vince offered. He was standing behind George with a platter of food in his hands. Catherine smiled up at him and also met George's gaze more directly. She was slowly working at the grimy marks on the old outdoor table. She was working the cloth in circles and her tits were swaying gently. "I thought you men might like it if I wore this dress. I usually wear a bra with it but thought you'd prefer me like this." "Do you ever let men fuck your tits?" George asked. Catherine took a moment to respond. "I wouldn't mind..." she uttered softly. George leant forward and reached in beneath her to feel one of them. He cupped it gently, taking the weight and giving a little squeeze. "Do you want to stand up and lower your dress so we can have a proper look?" he said to her. Catherine blushed. She didn't respond immediately. She just remained bent over the table while George felt her other tit and gave that nipple a little tweak. She then looked to her husband. His gaze was transfixed and his mouth hung open. George released her and sat back. She stood and brushed her dress down nervously. Her eyes were averted. Her hands then lifted shakily to her shoulders and she slipped the straps, catching the front of her dress with one arm folded across her chest. Her eyes turned upon us but they were glazed and out of focus, and she lowered her arm and her dress fell away and revealed her tits. "Yeah... look at that..." Vince groaned, "so fucking beautiful!" Catherine released the breath she was holding and her tit's jiggled. Her eyes had come to life and she peered around at us all. Gus reached over from beside where she was standing and felt a nipple. Her eyes lowered to his hand. His gnarled old fingers gently squeezed the firm little bud and then his hand moved beneath and he started slowly massaging her tit. He lifted from his seat and attempted to suck the nipple but Catherine giggled and pushed him away. "You have to wait Gus!" she scolded playfully. Sharing Catherine Ch. 03 We all laughed and that seemed to end the moment because Catherine quickly fixed her dress. Ken had been standing in the doorway, watching, and watching for any nosey children. He came out with another tray of food and we all settled to eating while the fishing conversation resumed. Soon after we'd eaten George and Vince, after extracting a commitment from us to try their club, packed their kids off home. And I walked old Gus down to his cottage to look over some photos of the farm that he'd been telling me about. They were from when he first arrived with his parents some fifty years earlier. His father had been the foreman of what was then a sprawling cattle ranch. Leaving old Gus after about two hours of his storytelling I strolled back up to the house where all was quiet and dark. I showered and slipped into bed but as I was about to turn the light off there was a slight knock at my door and Catherine poked her head in smiling sheepishly. "Do you want some hot chocolate?" she asked, edging through the doorway with two steaming mugs and then backing against it to close it behind her. "I guess I do..." She blushed a little. "Everyone's asleep and I'm not even tired." She had on the negligee I'd seen in the bag from the toy shop. It was light pink satin cut deep between her breasts and holding to her shoulders upon the tiniest strings. Her nipples were sharp points in the shiny fabric that smoothed over her belly and ended maybe an inch below her pussy. She watched me watching her as she placed my mug on the bedside table, then she edged her way onto the end of the bed. "Why can't you sleep - is everything ok?" "I think I'm a bit nervous about tomorrow..." "Are you having second thoughts? It's ok if you are..." "No... not second thoughts. Just one long one." "A long good one or a long bad one?" She smiled. "A good one..." "What about Len?" "Len! He's fine. He just had his way with me and rolled over and went to sleep is all." "He fucked you?" I grinned. "Yes he fucked me... again!" Catherine edged a little further up onto the bed, tucking her legs to one side. I had a view of her pussy at that. At least I could see her tiny strip of hair in the shadowy little triangle between her thighs. She continued, "I'm not too sure about that club we're going to tomorrow night though. Len's all excited about it but I don't know how I'll feel if some guy picks me out." "He'll probably be a fat old fisherman too..." I surmised, pretending serious concern. She thumped my shin through the blanket and hurt her hand and nearly spilled her drink. And when she'd steadied her mug her knees had inadvertently parted enough that I could see the open pink lips of her pussy. She was shaking her hand and glaring playfully at me. I deliberately looked down at her pussy and then slowly lifted to meet her eyes again. "So Len said we're allowed to have turns on you tomorrow morning." She lowered her head, blushing a little. Then she looked up at me again but said nothing. I went on casually, "I was down at old Gus' cottage just now... do you know what he's got?" She looked at me curiously. "I don't know. What's old Gus got?" "Viagra." Her face lit up but she bit down on the smile that was threatening to break out. She then finished the last of her drink, in an effort to distract herself it seemed, and she crawled up the bed to put her mug on the bedside table. Her pretty hair breezed past my face and her perfume filled my senses. Her nightie had fallen away from her chest and I caught another glimpse of her soft white tits. She quickly slipped back to the end of the bed though, and she rested back upon her hands with her knees straying a little further apart than they had been before. I felt her eyes upon me as I looked down her body. "Did Len use the dildo on you?" I asked, glancing up to meet her eyes. She nodded. She was blushing and biting her lip. "He likes that now..." "Your cunt looks nice and rosy, and sort of open still..." Catherine waited while I had another long look at her. "It's because the base is so thick... and when he had it all the way in me it was stretching me so much." She waited again while I had yet another long look at her split open little gash. She remained resting back on her hands and I thought I noticed her hips roll a bit, lifting her pubic bone and spreading her lips a little further. "I hope you don't mind using condoms tomorrow," she then started. "I'd really like you all to cum in me but I'm worried that I might fall pregnant..." "It'll be less messy," I smiled. "No sloppy seconds!" "I know. But I like that bit." "What, when your cunt's all sloppy?" I asked, and I deliberately looked down at her again "I like it if it's from a man's cum... And I like watching him after - maybe just sitting across a table or something, and knowing that his cum is inside of me." I could feel her eyes upon my face and I glanced up to meet them, then deliberately looked back down at her cunt. "Do you like my new nightie?" she asked sweetly. "Yeah I like it – I like how short it is." She smiled shyly and blushed a little. "Do you want to cum in my mouth before I go?" "Can I," I grinned. She nodded, and she crawled up the bed a bit. My cock had been hard since she walked in the room and my balls ached from earlier in the day when she was showing herself to the neighbors. She got down on her elbows and softly kissed my balls. She continued that for a moment, nibbling and licking them, then she kissed her way up my shaft. "Not too deep again ok... let me taste it." She kissed the head then opened her lips over it, sucking it in. I gathered her hair aside and she turned her head a little, allowing me to watch her lips sliding up and down my shaft. Her eyes remained closed but when I began to thrust she stopped bobbing her head and peered up at me. And with the first jet of cum her eyes widened slightly and she maintained eye contact while I pumped my load into her mouth. It was a massive load. My cock throbbed and throbbed and her soft little fingers cupped my balls as if to squeeze more of the fluid from me. I could feel her tongue lashing the underside of my cock head and I could feel my hot cum swishing around it. She gave me a little smile with my cock still in her mouth and I smoothed her pretty hair aside again. She released my cock and swallowed my load. "Did you like that?" she uttered softly and she sucked the swollen head of my cock back into her mouth. "Do you like sending me to bed with the taste of your sperm in my mouth?" She was holding my cock aside and kissing my balls again. "God it makes me wet when you look at me like that..." "Let me fuck your cunt and I'll pull out and pump another load in your mouth." She swallowed my cock again and started sucking it hard. I was already firm again, but numb, and a long way from another load. She worked me, moaning over my shaft in a complete state of lust. I lifted her head and forced her over onto her back. She writhed up against me and I fed my cock into her absolutely dripping little gash. I started pounding her. I pinned her wrists above her head and pumped her hard and fast until her body convulsed into orgasm. I rode her through it, thrusting firmly and steadily. She eventually collapsed beneath me and her eyes opened. "Don't cum in me..." she uttered softly. "I won't..." I said reassuringly. "Just lay still and let me use you until I'm ready ok..." I was propped on my elbows and holding the top of her head. I started humping her with my hips. She did lay still. She laid with her legs spread wide and her hot little gash completely available to me. "I'm getting close now," I breathed into her ear, and I lifted from her body but kept working her with my hips, fucking her with short powerful thrusts. She was watching my face and I was watching my cock sliding in and out of her. My load was welling and on the verge but I controlled it with my rhythm, building it and building it until it reached the point that one more thrust into her would be too much. I pulled out with my cock flexing and my balls ready to burst. She knew, and as I surged up over her she lifted and took the head of my cock into her mouth. The first jet of cum must have hit the back of her throat because she gagged a little but then she settled and closed her eyes while I pumped my second load into her warm little mouth. I collapsed next to her on the bed but she quickly got up and left me. I crashed immediately and didn't wake until late the next morning. I found Ken and Gus out on the front verandah. Ken had been to the bus stop and dropped off his kids. There had been no sign yet of Len or Catherine. I sat with them and had my coffee, and as I was about to go to my shower Len strolled out and sat down with us. He was fully dressed and had obviously just come from a shower himself. He looked pretty pleased with himself. "She's all yours..." he grinned. "She said just one at a time though." "Is she still in bed?" Gus asked, kind of nervously. Len nodded. "So who's first?" Ken and Gus looked at me. They had obviously discussed it already. "That's fine... I need a shower first," I said. "Looks like you're up old buddy," Ken smiled, slapping Gus on the back. Gus stood and took a deep breath. He checked with Len and Len motioned to the door. "Don't keep her waiting. She's already nervous enough." I walked inside behind the old guy and he glanced back as he turned to go towards Catherine's room. He was wringing his hands and he took another deep breath. He looked like a boy on his first date. He nodded as if to say 'here goes!' and disappeared up the hallway. About five minutes later I was walking past the bedroom on my way to my shower and beyond the closed door I could hear the bed thumping against the wall. And after I'd showered and shaved and taken my time with that I strolled past again and heard low laughter that sounded like Catherine and Ken. I found Len still sitting on the verandah. Gus had apparently gone to get started on his chores for the day. "You don't mind us fucking her behind closed doors then?" I asked. "No I don't mind... It was her idea. She said she wanted to do it like this at first, so I guess it's ok... but I'm really looking forward to taking her to this club that they were talking about last night." "I think they're hoping for a turn on her themselves," I suggested. "That'd be ok as far as I'm concerned," Len said evenly. "I'd like her to be fucked by as many guys as possible to be honest... And I think she's willing." I fumbled with my next question, not quite knowing how to put it. "So what's it like... you know – having other men humping your wife and having her suck their cocks and that?" "I don't know – it's pretty exciting! I guess it's just that things get a bit day to day after a few years of marriage, and then to step out of that world and into one where your lady is willing to - shall we say - experiment... well since in real life she's my sweet conservative wife, it's just fucking awesome!" "She said you're talking about having other guys do her at home as well?" Len chuckled to himself. "Yeah – talking about it... but realistically I know we're going to walk into the house and turn back into ourselves. Which is why I want to get as much in as possible right now." He paused in thought for a moment and I waited for him to continue. He tossed the twig he was fiddling with and obviously labored to get out what he wanted to say next. "I do have one idea though... well not so much an idea as a thought." "Which is?" I asked curiously. "Which is that if Catherine were to accidentally fall pregnant to one of you guys then we'd sort of be caught up in this. I mean it could happen, and I don't think I'd regret it if it did." "We're all going to use condoms though," I suggested, immediately feeling a bit guilty about fucking her without one. Len took another moment before going on. "Would you fuck her without one if she wanted you to?" "Would I? Of course I would! As would Ken and Gus and every guy in town if they had a chance. But she'd have to want it..." "I know. Don't get me wrong. When you're in with her shortly you have to use one. It's just that she was saying this morning that she wishes it wasn't necessary, and I was just sitting here thinking about it..." Ken strolled out and interrupted. He gave me a wink and motioned back over his shoulder. "You're up son..." Catherine's door was ajar and I poked my head in to find her smiling at me. She was laying on her back with a sheet covering her body. Through it I could see that she was completely naked. Her nipples were firm and with her legs slightly apart the thin fabric followed the contour of her thighs and her pussy. I said nothing and she watched in silence while I undressed. I stood at the end of the bed with my cock beginning to swell. She reached back and wound her fingers into a scarf that was tied to the bed head. Her smile had ended and she wet her lips and took a breath as I slipped the sheet up over her knees. I bent and kissed her thigh. Her scent was sweet and powerful and I kissed my way upward until my nose touched her wetness. I pushed the sheet up over her hips to find that she had shaved her cunt. I lifted her knees and spread them wide and she moaned softly as I bent and ran my tongue through her hot, sticky slit. I'd barely touched her pasted folds. I'd cut my tongue between them and softly rolled it beneath the tissue covering her swollen little bud. Catherine ground her hips and forced more contact. Her cunt pealed open and I delicately inserted the tip of my tongue and drew tangy sweet juices from within. I opened my mouth over her clit and sucked on her, using my tongue to massage while my nose probed the soft, freshly shaven skin above. She was obviously in need of firm stimulation and I tongued her, searching deep into her hot open hole and growling over her clit while she rolled her hips and split her cunt over my face. Her body was arched off the bed and I supported her hips while I ate into her. The sheet had fallen away and I watched her tits thrust and wobble with each gyration of her pelvis. She had the scarf wound around her wrists. She twisted it around them and she clung to it, moaning and bucking and forcing me to maul her sloppy little gash. She came hard, writhing and convulsing, and before she settled I quickly rolled a condom over my cock and jammed it up her. We fucked in an absolute frenzy with our entire bodies grinding together, with her legs wrapped around me, and with her tits squashed against my chest. She'd released the scarf and her fingernails dug into my back while her teeth were cutting into my shoulder. I could feel her cunt gripping my cock and virtually milking it as I pumped a full load of cum into the condom. We'd collapsed together, panting. I could feel her hot breath against my neck and I sought her lips and tasted them. I could taste the other men on her breath but I kissed her passionately. "Did you like that..." she breathed into my ear as we broke from the kiss, and I kissed her again and she again responded passionately but I could feel the condom slipping so I edged back from on top of her and carefully extracted my cock from inside of her. She laid there smiling up at me as I knelt between her legs. I was looking around for somewhere to dispose of the thing dangling from my fingers. She giggled. "The other two poured it in my mouth..." I smiled. "Is that what you want?" She kind of shrugged. "I don't know... maybe..." "Come here," I said sternly and she blushed a little as she sat up in front of me. "Suck my cock!" She was supporting herself upon her hands and she gathered the head with her lips and sucked it in. I smoothed hair from her face and watched her. I was still semi-firm. She was taking me in deep and I could feel my cock head restricted against the entrance of her throat. I began to harden but she pulled back and took hold of me with her hand. She continued stroking me and peering up at me with her moist lips slightly parted and her eyes submissive. She looked at the condom in my hand and smiled a little. I placed the open end against her lip and she closed her lips over it, sealing it. I then lifted the tip and the thick fluid pooled against her lips. Her eyes closed as she parted her lips, and my cum flowed into her mouth. She swallowed softly and opened her eyes to meet mine. She was kissing and sucking my fingers as I held the condom. I pushed two fingers through it, turning it inside out, and she sucked and cleaned the last of my sperm from them. Her soft little fingers were still clutching my cock and it was flexing. "Do you want to do what Ken did to me?" she asked sweetly. "And what's that?" I asked in reply, mesmerized. She turned and got up onto her hands and knees and peered back over her shoulder at me. "You can do it without a condom but not too hard at first ok..." I felt into her opening and drew some of her fluids to lubricate her tight little hole. I worked around it and found it quite easy to get my finger tip in. She felt slippery, as Ken had obviously left her open a little. I levered my cock down. It was rock hard and bulging veins. The head was still swollen and almost purple. I pressed it against her and her tiny little hole opened and allowed me entry. I rocked forward and sunk a few inches of shaft into her, and she moaned softly and arched her back to take my weight as I laid over her. I withdrew and slowly forced more of my length into her body. "Fuck that's tight..." I breathed into her hair and she moaned again. "Mmm feels nice..." she uttered, turning her head to meet my lips, and I rocked forward again, that time forcing my entire cock into her. I withdrew until the head was stretching her again, then slowly sunk back into her. I started gently fucking her, laying over her back and using my hips to draw a few inches back and then spear back into her until my balls mashed into her hot open cunt. I was fucking her steadily when her husband slipped into the room. He edged through the door and closed it, then leant back against the dresser to watch. Catherine turned to her husband so I lifted from her back and gathered her hair in my hand. I bunched it and used it for leverage to pull her back against me as I thrust forward. I fucked her hard, pounding against the back of her thighs and spearing my cock as deep as I could. I came violently, jamming my body against hers and still trusting as I shot my load into her. She lifted and pressed herself back against me. She reached up and clasped her hands behind my neck. I felt her tits while meeting her husband's steady gaze. I massaged them and gently tweaked her nipples. She ground back into my lap, moaning softly as my cock slipped fully into her. "They've been fucking me in the ass..." she said teasingly to her husband. "First Ken, and then he did it to me as well..." Len grinned. "And without a rubber I noticed." Catherine closed her hands against mine and pressed them more firmly over her tits. She was slowly rolling her pelvis, causing my numb but semi-firm cock to sort of ooze in and out of her warm little hole. I slipped my hands from beneath hers, leaving her massaging her own tits while with one hand I gathered her hair and pulled her head aside and with the other I reached down her front and started fingering her cunt. She moaned as I thrust a few times beneath her body and at the same time, sucked on her neck. She wriggled back against me when I stopped thrusting and she reached back and clung to my head, holding me to her neck. "Do you want to cum in me again?" she breathed heavily. Sharing Catherine He forced her legs apart a little and felt up into her. He was spreading her lips and working the tips of his fingers between them while he continued sucking on one of her tits. His other hand was rubbing the bulge in his swimmers and he pealed them down and freed his erection. It was thick and it curved a little to one side. His hairy old balls swung freely from the base of it as he got up on his knees between Catherine's legs. He worked her legs open with his thighs and he bent to her other tit and sucked half of it into his mouth. Fluid was seeping out of her. He had her wrists pinned above her head and he was mauling her tit while the swollen head of his cock levered above her opening. The fluid was oozing from her folds and when Frank lowered his body and rolled forward the head of his cock collected the little dribble and sliced straight into her. He forced his cock all the way up her and started humping her solidly. He kept hold of her wrists and gripped the side of the chair with his other hand, supporting his upper-body and watching her tits bounce while he fucked her. Arthur came out to watch and Ken walked around to stand beside him. They were talking between themselves and Catherine had followed their movements but her eyes returned to settle upon her husband. He was shifting anxiously. I guess he was coming to terms with what was happening and as Frank surged up between his wife's legs he edged a little closer beside them and gathered her top and panties from the end of the chair he'd been sitting on. Frank's big, hairy frame was convulsing. His old balls had contracted up into the base of his cock and he was unloading inside of her. The husband waited until he'd finished and had gotten up off her then he took hold of his wife's arm and lifted her. She was peering around at us. Her eyes were kind of blank but she looked from one of us to another while her husband wrapped a towel around her, and she was still looking back at us as he shuffled her into the house. Ken and Arthur were still chatting and Frank was fixing his swimmers and tying the knot in front. I was absolutely dumbfounded. "What the hell was that uncle Frank?" Paul asked and Frank grinned back over his shoulder at us. "That was our little secret... right boys?" he said and winked. All three of them strolled into the house and I caught a glimpse of the bulge in Paul's swimmers before he dived into the water. I took my beer and slipped into the water to conceal my own erection. I relaxed back on the steps wondering what had just happened to my own chances. By the look of the guy I imagined they would be scooting up the driveway, but their bag was still over by the deckchair. There probably wasn't anything important in it though, I surmised. Paul and I hadn't really gotten along since we were kids and neither of us were comfortable being alone together so I left him there in the pool and took another beer down to visit old Gus for a while. He had a small cottage over behind the stables and I found him there watching tv. I sat with him and we chatted about this and that. After half an hour though I decided to go and see about dinner. It was getting on five and Arthur usually served early when he was doing the cooking. I strolled back in through the pool enclosure where Paul and Ken were playing cards. There was no one in the kitchen so I opened the oven to draw in some of the aroma at least. Then I thought about having a shower and putting some fresh clothes on. I walked through the living room and up the hall where I found Frank leaning against the open doorway to Arthur's room. I approached and had a look over his shoulder. Catherine was on the bed with her little white dress pulled up to her neck and Arthur was doing her. Her husband was standing there watching while the old guy humped her for all he was worth. His back was soaked in sweat and his face was glowing red. Catherine had her legs spread wide open and she was writhing and moaning. She looked like she was about to cum and suddenly she gripped him around the shoulders and mashed her entire body up against him. She clung to him through her orgasm and old Arthur was soon pumping more cum into her. He rolled off with his chest heaving and he laid there beside her for a moment before getting up onto an elbow. "Are you guys ready for dinner?" he asked. "Can I have a shower first?" Catherine asked in reply. She sat up and pulled her dress down to her waist. "And you said there was something I could wear so I can wash this..." "There in the wardrobe," Arthur said. "One of my shirts should be okay." Frank had gone back into the living room and I went along to my room and flopped on the bed. My cock was aching and I freed it and massaged a little. I though about relieving myself but it seemed they were staying for the night and I decided to wait and see. I laid there wondering how in the hell old Arthur had managed to get some but I just couldn't imagine so I gave up and went out to get another beer and wait for dinner. I'd only just flicked on the tv when Catherine's husband came in and sat on the other end of the sofa. I nodded and he kind of smiled and shrugged. "Is everything okay?" I asked. "Yeah... it's fine. It was just a bit sudden out there with Frank." "Tell me about it! I couldn't believe he did that right in front of us!" "Yeah, well it was probably best like that. It broke the ice!" "And what happened with Arthur?" I probed, sitting around a bit and testing the funny little connection we seemed to be building. I guessed being the first person he'd met I was as close to a friend as he had right then, and he struck me a nice enough guy. "I'm not sure... We'd talked through the thing that happened outside and we decided to stay. Then I went to have a shower and when I came back that other guy was already fucking her." The call for dinner came and we all crowded around for Arthur's lasagna. There was no formal arrangement. It was just a matter of filling your plate and finding somewhere to sit and eat. I ended up back in the living room with Catherine, her husband and Ken. The others had set up out on the deck. Although Paul was wandering back and forth a bit and I noticed he had become more interested in Catherine all of a sudden. She'd chosen a pajama shirt to wear. It was pale blue cotton and she had the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons open. She was sitting on the floor by the coffee table with her husband and from where Ken and I were on the sofa there was an occasional little flash. Paul had come in a few times to top up her wine glass and have a joke with her while checking her out. She would giggle a bit, and although she was still tending to blush she would just smile up at him while he looked down at her tits. We had all finished eating and the conversation flowed from one thing to another. Catherine's husband was telling us about his job and that led us to where they were from and a little about their day to day life. We all had a turn at that and Paul had settled in one of the armchairs and joined in too. Catherine had been sitting with her legs tucked away beneath the coffee table but she gradually edged back away from it as she talked and laughed. She ended up resting back against her husband's chest and although she kept her legs modestly together she would occasionally shift to look back up at him, and each time she did her legs would stray a little and we'd get a look at her cunt. It had happened a few times before she was whispering something to her husband and Ken touched her foot with his, causing her to look back up at us. "Don't close them," he said to her and she blushed and smiled a little. She didn't move her legs. They were bent up slightly and her knees were just a few inches apart but we could see her tiny strip of hair and her little pink slit. Ken was rubbing her ankle with his foot and as she arched back up to kiss her husband her legs opened a little further. She looked back over at us and she watched Ken as he edged off the sofa and knelt beside her. Ken was the youngest of the three brothers. He was a well built man of forty-eight and extremely fit. Unlike his two brothers his shoulders were broad and the muscles in his back were well defined. They rippled beneath his t-shirt as he knelt there on the floor and softly stroked between Catherine's knees. "Are you going to fuck her?" her husband asked. There was nothing in his voice other than a little resolve. Ken glanced at him and nodded and Catherine's face reddened again. She looked to her husband and he stroked her face and softly kissed her again, then he moved from behind her and went over to sit in one of the armchairs. Ken reached further down between her thighs, stroking softly back and forth and gradually working her legs open. "I want you to watch the boys while I do this," he said to her. "I'm going to start fingering you in a minute and I want you to open your legs nice and wide so they can see..." Catherine looked at us. She was biting her lip and her eyes were vacant. They closed and opened again as Ken's middle finger cut up through the lips of her pussy. He hadn't penetrated her. He'd just worked the tip of his finger into her folds and he was gently smearing her juices into them. Her eyes closed again and I looked back down to see Ken's fingertip rolling over her swollen little clit. He felt softly around it, drawing little circles and teasing it, and then her head rocked back as he forced his middle finger all the way up inside of her. He held it up her and worked her open with the palm of his hand. Her legs had splayed and I could hear her juices. She was looking up at us again and I glanced into her eyes but Ken had pulled his finger out and I watched him smear more of her fluids into her folds and then go back to work on her clit. He was firmer then. He had two fingers pressed flat over it and he was rubbing against the rotation of her hips. He was watching her face and when her eyes closed again he forced his finger back up her and started pumping her with it. Her eyes shot open and that time they were alive and intense. She looked down at herself and then back up again, biting down on her lip and grinding her cunt onto Ken's hand. She was starting to pant and he forced his finger all the way up her again and pressed the palm of his hand over her clit. The muscles in his arm were taught and his arm was vibrating as his finger slopped in and out of her and his hand pumped against her. "Yeah, that's it..." he whispered into her hair and she nodded urgently. Her head had dropped forward and her eyes were glued to his hand. She had braced herself up off the floor and he was hammering his finger up into her and suddenly her head shot back and he clamped his hand up against her cunt and held her. She convulsed once, and then again, and he ground the palm of his hand into her sloppy gash as she writhed and clung to his shoulders. Ken held her until she settled. He still had his finger up her and as her legs relaxed and slowly opened again he gently withdrew and rubbed more of her juices into her folds. "Are you ready for some cock now?" he breathed into her neck. She'd fallen back upon her hands but her face was still nuzzled into his shoulder. "Okay..." she uttered softly and I could just see her little smile. Ken leant back away from her and lifted her to her knees. He then undid her pajama shirt and slipped it from her shoulders. "Bend over for me," he said to her, touching her hip and edging around behind her. Catherine got on her hands and knees and watched back over her shoulder while he undid his shorts and pulled them down. His cock was fully erect and he pressed the head into her and then rocked forward against her. Her tits swung back and forth and he took hold of her hips and started humping her. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding against her butt and spearing his cock up into her. Frank approached and leant over the back of the sofa. Catherine looked up at him and then at Paul and I but Ken was loosing it and he writhed up over her back forcing his cock as far up her as he could. Catherine remained still while he pumped his cum into her. She just leant back onto him and looked over at her husband. Ken lifted her and felt her tits. She was still looking at her husband and Ken's cock was still up her cunt. She reached back and held him and she arched her back a little while he pumped a few more times, but Frank had stepped around from behind the sofa with a full erection in his hand and Ken leant her forward again and got up off her. Frank knelt in behind and Catherine peered back at him while he worked the big purple head into her wet little slit. The massive dome of the thing opened her and he rocked forward and impaled her with it. He started slow, almost gently. He kept his weight against her and his cock fully embedded, and he just worked her with a slight rotation of his hips. But within a few minutes his demeanor began to change and with his big hand pressed over the back of her neck he forced her down onto her elbows and started fucking her hard. Catherine's husband shifted a little in his seat. He looked a bit anxious again but I think it was more the way Frank was using her. It was the same earlier when he had her wrists pinned above her head. He was forcing her down and virtually raping her. His big cock was forced all the way up her and he was pumping her solidly but then he was suddenly holding firm up against her. He didn't seem to be ejaculating though. He was still holding her neck and with his other hand he was groping a tit. Catherine was squirming back onto his cock and I think she cumming on it. Her eyes were closed and her body was softly convulsing. Her neck was arched up against his hand and while Frank squeezed one tit, the other was shuddering with the tremors pulsing through her body. Frank withdrew his cock and it sprung directly upright. It was glistening and bulging with veins. The shaft was thick and the swollen head of the thing was massive. He guided her onto her back and got between her legs then he lowered his big frame and forced his cock back up inside of her. Catherine reached back above her head and her fingers searched for something to clutch on to. The pajama shirt was there and she wound her fingers into that. Frank was close. He was supporting himself upon his elbows and fucking her with his hips. He worked her like that until his face contorted and his entire body bucked and then settled with the muscles in his big hairy thighs quivering and his sperm flooding up into her. He collapsed on top of her and laid there for a minute or two. Then he lifted from her and got up onto his knees. His cock was spent and hanging between his legs but the head was still swollen and it was soaked in cum. Catherine laid there with her legs open while Paul pealed his shorts down and released his cock. He got down onto her and she reached down and guided it, and as soon as he had it up her cunt she reached back above her head and let him get off in her. She laid still and let him fuck her and pump another load of cum into her. I was already close when her soft little fingers closed around my cock, and as soon as I sunk into her hot, sloppy hole I thrust a few times and erupted. Frank and Ken had wandered out onto the deck and Arthur had returned from his visit with old Gus. It was my turn to do the dishes and Paul was back in the pool. Catherine and her husband had gone to their room and I was walking past to have a quick shower and change out of my swimmers before I got started. The light was on and the door was open. I stopped to watch them. Catherine was on her back with her legs spread wide and her husband on top fucking her. I watched until he shot his own load of cum into her then I slipped away before they noticed I was there. After my shower they were gone and when I went back to the kitchen I saw that they were out at the pool with everyone else. The husband was floating around in the water with Paul, and Catherine was chatting with the older men. She was sitting upright with her legs bent up and her pajama shirt open. The three of them were facing her and they would occasionally lean over and have a look up under her legs. Catherine would just watch them and her eyes followed Frank as he approached. He reached down inside her shirt and felt her tits and she leant back and watched his hand for a moment before peering up at him. "You can fuck me again if you want..." she uttered softly. And she looked over at the other two men as well. "Show us," Frank said and he leant back a bit. Catherine parted her legs. Her cunt was red and open and the lips were pasted with cum. She blushed a little as Frank collected some peanuts from the table beside her and went back to his chair. They were all staring at her and she looked down at herself, biting her lip, and then she peered back up at them. "We're all going to fuck you again later," Arthur said and she smiled and closed her legs together "Okay..." she said sweetly. A little later she came inside and went into the living room to get a hair tie she'd left in there. Ken followed after her. He caught her as she was coming back out and she squealed and giggled at first but after a few minutes I couldn't hear them anymore so I had a look around the wall to find that Ken had his cock in her mouth. Her husband came in and lined up beside me. She peered over at us. She was on her knees working the shaft with her hand and sucking on the head. Her shirt was open and her tits were hanging out of it. Her husband was feeling his own cock and Ken glanced back at us but she must have had him on the verge because his face contorted and he buckled over a bit. She kept sucking him and had him jerking and thrusting his cock into her mouth and then he was suddenly still. Her eyes had closed and a little furrow creased her brow, and then her soft, slender neck contracted and her eyes opened to peer up at him. He was stroking her hair and she allowed the head of his cock to slip from her mouth and droop over her fingers. Her other hand was lightly resting upon his thigh and she bent to it and wiped her mouth on the back of it. "Was that nice?" Ken asked softly and she nodded. "Do you like sucking strange men's cocks?" he went on, wiping a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. She nodded again and glanced over at her husband. She couldn't see his hand below the counter but it was closed over an obvious erection. "I like being taken in front of him..." she uttered, peering over again and blushing. She then looked down at herself and back up at Ken. Her pajama shirt was open but it held to her shoulders and she slipped from it and pealed it down to her waist. "Do you like them?" she asked sweetly and she lifted his cock again and sucked it in. She took most of it in and started bobbing her head back and forth slowly. It gradually lengthened and firmed and she started fondling his balls and licking and nibbling along his shaft. She sucked half of it in again and her little fingers then closed around the base and she let the head pop from her lips and she kissed it softly. "I want to taste you as well..." she said, smiling over at us. "I want you all to cum in my mouth together..." She released Ken's cock and he started stroking it himself. Her husband and I positioned ourselves either side of him and we both started jerking off as well. Catherine knelt there with her mouth open, waiting. "mmm, don't spill any," she moaned softly and she opened her mouth again and extended her tongue a little. Her husband was first. He touched the head of his cock to her tongue and his thick creamy load spurted into her mouth. Spurt after spurt gushed over her tongue and flooded her lower teeth and then my load was shooting up my shaft and I edged in front of her urgently and aimed my cock. She peered up at me, smiling with her eyes, and I erupted and pumped my cum in as well. Sharing Catherine She held it in her mouth and waited. Her mouth was open and we could see the stringy fluid pooled at the base of her tongue. Ken took a while longer but he finally lost it. He gripped her head and leant in over her, and another few spurts of cum were added to the mouthful she already had. "Swallow it love..." her husband said shakily. She'd closed her mouth and opened it again, showing him. And then her eyes closed and her face screwed up as she swallowed. Her eyes were a little watery when they opened, and she was blushing as she peered back up at her husband. She swallowed again, dryly. Then her little fingers closed around my cock and she squeezed it and sucked the last of my cum out of the head. Her eyes still held to her husband's face and she sucked my cock in and swirled it gently with her tongue. I was firming again but she just smiled and moved to Ken. She cleaned him too and then we left her sucking on her husband's cock. A little while later she agreed to do Paul. He took her back inside because he didn't want his father to watch. Catherine's husband went in with them and a while later Paul came back out alone, and smiling his satisfaction. Then I was on my way to bed when I saw Arthur having his turn. He wasn't getting a blowjob though, he was fucking her in her bed again. And again he brought her to an orgasm and had her writhing and moaning up against his body before he pumped his cum into her. The next morning I approached Frank watching out the kitchen window. "What time are Keith and Andy getting here?" I asked. Keith was Frank's stable foreman and Andy was his assistant trainer. Andy always brought us a new selection of porno's. "Should be here for lunch," Frank answered without turning and I lined up beside him to see what he was looking at. Ken and Arthur were playing cards and Catherine was sunning her legs and sipping coffee. She'd found someone's t-shirt to wear, which was long enough to cover her but only just. Old Gus was enjoying the view while he cleaned the pool. He was scooping bugs and leaves and regularly looking over. I could well imagine how tantalizing she was for him, and I wondered if she had on her little yellow panties. "Where's her husband?" I asked Frank. "He went to town with Paul. He's checking out of their hotel and getting their things... Should be back soon," Frank explained. "What, they're staying?" "Sure... but you're heading home this afternoon aren't you?" Frank grinned, slapping my back and walking out onto the deck to kick back in a deckchair. ........ This is a fictitious tale written for fun. The author and Catherine herself welcome your comments and e-mails, but silly moral judgments will end up in the trash.