Catherine reached back above her head and her fingers searched for something to clutch on to. The pyjama shirt was there and she wound her hands 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 dick throbbing inside of her.
He looked over at her husband and winked. “Your wife’s got a nice pussy, my friend. It’s like it sucks you off while you’re blowing.”
“Yeah, it’s her orgasm,” Ken suggested. “She kept cumming when I was unloading too.”
Frank lifted from her and got up onto his knees. His dick was spent and hanging between his legs but the head was still swollen and it was dripping cum.
Catherine lay there with her legs open while Dennis peeled 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 pussy she reached back above her head and let him get off in her. She lay 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 Dennis 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 was 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. When I went back to the kitchen I saw they were out at the pool with everyone else. The husband was floating around in the water with Dennis, and Catherine was chatting with the older men.
She was sitting upright with her legs bent up and her pyjama 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. Her eyes followed Frank as he approached. He reached down inside her shirt and felt one of her tits, and she leaned back and watched his hand for a moment before peering up at him.
"You can have 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 leaned back a bit.
Catherine parted her legs. Her pussy 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 pyjama shirt was open but it held to her shoulders and she slipped from it and peeled 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.
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 leaned in over her, and another few spurts of cum were added to the mouthful she already had.
"Swallow it, love," her husband said shakily. And she'd closed her mouth and opened it again, showing him. Then her eyes closed and her face screwed up as she swallowed.
Her eyes were a little watery when they opened that time, and she was blushing as she peered back up at her husband. She swallowed again. 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 Dennis. 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 Dennis 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 ejaculated in 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 hu
sband?" 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 Dennis. 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.
SHARING CATHERINE CHAPTER 2
I poured my coffee and wandered outside. Uncle Frank had claimed the chair next to Catherine. 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. 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 had 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 moulded perfectly to her tits. Her nipples were hard too. We could clearly see their texture – the firm point and the coarse 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. When Dennis' 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 Dennis," 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 Keith and Andy are 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.
****
While the front of Frank's property rolled off to an ocean cliff, the back was a heavily timbered forest. After breakfast I lined up with Uncle Ken to take Catherine and her husband 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 steady hiking distance.
My cousin Dennis had also decided to tag along, and Catherine, after keeping us waiting for twenty minutes, appeared on the front veranda in a little chequered 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 up the back of her skirt. Her husband caught her hand, 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. Dennis went in front and Catherine followed her husband. Ken had shouldered me aside and 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 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 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 was way up ahead with Dennis.
Ken turned and held out the shoulder bag he'd been carrying. I took it from him and his hand closed over Catherine's breast. 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 okay there?" Ken asked her.
"I'm okay," 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 moulded 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 breast.
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 Dennis 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 play around 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 leaned into his chest.
Ken was holding her gaze. He lightly smiled, as if to himself, then looked to the husband. "So, you were planning to take some guy up to your room and let him fuck your wife?" he asked easily.
Len's face reddened just a little. His hands went to Catherine's shoulders and he rubbed them as he look
ed around at us. He nodded slowly. “Yes. I’ve let other men have you before, haven’t I, sweetheart?”
Catherine blushed up at him. “Uh huh. He likes sharing me,” she said, holding his gaze but speaking to us.
“It’s been a while though,” Len went on. “Last time it was the neighbours, so things got out of hand. It’s better that this is away from home.”
Ken leaned 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 – peeling 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 leaned forward and cupped a breast 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.
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