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by Matt Coolomon


  “You came really hard,” she said. “I could feel you squirting in me more than I usually feel it with other men. Plus it went on for longer.”

  “Yeah, well it had been a week or so since my last and you’re nice and tight! It’s been a good many years since I’ve been squeezed like that.”

  Catherine squeezed again as he lifted to watch his cock sink back into her. She also watched herself as he withdrew until the massive head appeared stretching her pussy lips open. It then popped out and levered there with her slit closing, and he took hold of it in his fist and pressed the head against her again.

  “Do you want me to turn over so you can have me from behind for a while?” she asked. “Or I could sit on you if you want?”

  “How about we go have some breakfast and then I’ll do you again before I leave?” he grinned. “Maybe from behind right there in your kitchen.”

  “Okay. If you want to,” Catherine uttered in reply.

  Jack got up off her and pulled on his bath robe. Catherine fixed her nightie and robe into place.

  “Do you want to leave your panties there on the floor so your husband can see them?” he asked her. “I’ll get a kick out him seeing them there.”

  The thought of Len seeing her panties on the floor made Catherine blush again. There could be only one explanation for them being there, and that was that she had been serviced in the room by their houseguest. And not that there would be any secret about that, but the thought of it being so evident was exciting.

  Jack moved behind her and kissed her neck. “How about slipping your robe off and coming down in just your nightie for me? And leave it off your shoulder too, huh?”

  Catherine stopped in her bedroom to do as she was asked. She left her robe there and glanced at her panties lying in the middle of the floor on her way back downstairs. She would leave them there all day for her husband to see, she had decided.

  ****

  Jack was in the shower and she cooked his breakfast. When she heard him coming down the stairs she wriggled her shoulder from her nightie and let it slip down to her elbow. Her right breast was then completely exposed. Jack was dressed in a fine grey business suit but he left the coat and tie on the back of a chair and took his seat.

  “That looks so fucking sexy,” he said as she served his eggs. “Sit with me but don’t cover up.”

  Catherine poured coffees and sat there across the table with her breast exposed while they chatted. She was very conscious of it the whole time and he continually lowered his eyes to look. He approached her from behind when she was rinsing the dishes and she tilted her hips and pressed back against his erection.

  “Just do it fast and cum in me,” she uttered. “Just enjoy it.”

  He let his trousers drop to his ankles and he pulled his shorts down a bit. He lifted the back of Catherine’s nightie up over her hips. “You want me to just use you and get off?” he breathed into her neck. “You’d like that would you?”

  “Uh huh,” Catherine whimpered. “Just use me,” she uttered as he pressed the head of his cock up in between her legs.

  She was still wet from earlier so he entered her easily and forced himself all the way up her. She held onto the sink and kept her hips tilted for him to have full access. He started fucking her deep and slow. With each thrust he was lifting her up onto her tip-toes. He kissed her neck and she smiled back at him.

  “It’s so nice having you in me so deep like this,” she uttered. “It’s only been my husband for so long and it’s nice to have another man inside me.”

  “If it was up to me you’d have more than one other man inside you this week. Nice tight pussy like this – there’s a few of the guys I’m doing business with that would be up for some.”

  “I’m tight because you’re so huge!” Catherine answered as she braced against a more forceful series of thrusts. “And it’s up to you – sort of.”

  “What’s up to me?” Jack asked as he ground against her butt, stirring his cock around inside of her. “Oh fuck that’s tight!”

  “Sharing me is up to you,” Catherine said back over her shoulder. “If you wanted to watch another man with me I wouldn’t mind.”

  “Fuck! Seriously?”

  “Uh huh. But just one at a time, okay?”

  Jack lost it and jammed himself hard against her butt to blow his load. It was another huge deposit, and she held herself in position until he had emptied his balls completely. She could feel his swollen cock throbbing and she waited until it stopped and started to soften. He then pulled out and she turned around and waited while he fixed his clothing.

  “So do we have to ask Len if it’s okay to let another guy fuck you?” he asked with a grin.

  “Not since he agreed to let you – which is sort of giving you rights to me. I think that should mean you can share me if you want.”

  His grin broadened as he looked down at her breast that was still exposed. She stood clutching the hem of her nightie, tugging it down a little. She could feel his cum running down her legs and she was absently trying to hide it from him.

  Jack lifted the front of her nightie and had a look. There was a trickle of cum running down as far as her knee and another thicker glob was dripping down her other leg. He dropped the hem of her nightie and just smiled at her. Then he kissed her, and Catherine surrendered as he pressed his tongue into her mouth.

  “It’s nice to have that running down your legs rather than aching in my balls,” he said. “You don’t mind do you?”

  Catherine felt herself blushing at that. “I don’t mind,” she uttered in reply.

  ****

  After he left Catherine showered and ended up staring at herself in the bedroom mirror. She thought of her wedding day when she was just 20 years old and she sniffled a tear. She remembered her first husband Ash and the way they used to laugh together. Her tears were then streaming as she remembered her wedding day with Len, and the way she felt so safe in the arms of a mature man – how she felt so special to him and how much she felt that he loved her.

  She hadn’t actually finished unpacking from their planned vacation so it only took a few minutes to have her bags ready. She had no idea what she was doing but she stuffed her child’s things in her bag as well, and there was the fold-up cot and everything she had left with her mother.

  She still had no idea what she was doing when she got to her mother’s house and packed all that in the back of her SUV.

  “I don’t know, mum – I’ll call you when I get there,” she said, again fighting back the tears as she sped off and hit the highway.

  She drove south. She drove all afternoon and rolled into the old fishing village where Timmy lived after dark. She drove up onto the headland and up to the door of his home. There was a light on inside, and she knocked on the door with her baby in her arms.

  “Catherine! Oh my gosh!” Timmy cried in amazement, and she started sniffling. “What are you doing here, Catherine – come in!”

  “Hi, Timmy – I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” she started.

  “Oh and you’ve got a baby now,” he went on. “Where’s your husband?”

  “I left him,” she said simply. It was the first time she had thought through that simple statement.

  Timmy grinned, which made her giggle, painfully.

  “Well you can stay here,” he said warmly. “You and your baby can stay here as long as you want.”

  “Thanks, Timmy – I kind of knew that,” Catherine said, leaning into his hug and looking across at the framed photograph of her holding the stuffed giraffe he had won for her the night they had met. The photo was on the mantle – where it had been the last time she had visited, nearly three years ago, and nine months before her baby was born.

  ****

  Catherine was given a room for herself and her child, and in the morning she made a brief call telling Len not to expect her anytime soon.

  It was Timmy’s sister, Janelle, who first picked up the resemblance with baby phot

os she dug up of Timmy.

  As a matter of fact the resemblance was striking and undeniable, and those times Catherine had come into town to visit she had allowed Timmy unprotected sex with the clear intention of falling pregnant. And she had always suspected he was the father.

  “Well I guess it’s all right for other men to look at you,” Timmy was saying as she lay with him in bed stroking his chest one morning after she had been there three weeks. “Of course they’re always going to look at you because you’re so sexy…. But if you’re going to stay with me, no one else is allowed to touch you anymore!”

  Catherine sniffled again. “Really?” Her heart was also pounding suddenly and her belly was tingling with glee.

  Timmy lifted her chin. His eyes were clear and intense. “I’m the only man who’s allowed to have sex with you from now on,” he declared. “Just me, and I’ll smash anyone else who tries to touch you!”

  “You will?” Catherine asked, blushing. “You’ll smash them?”

  He was still erect, and she straddled him, guiding him back in. He would smash any man who tried to touch her! That was about the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to her.

  “Well, Timmy – it looks like I’m all yours,” she said, kissing him and then squirming down as he thrust up beneath her. “It looks like I’m all yours to have anytime you want,” she moaned, smiling down as she squirmed and gyrated her hips some more.

  “Even with your mouth?” Timmy asked, grinning huge!

  “Uh huh,” Catherine uttered. “Even with my mouth.”

  **********

  And years later I still see Timmy and Catherine around all the time. I ended up staying at Uncle Frank’s farm and opening a business of my own in town. You’ll find me at that barnacle infested old workshop on the southern end of the marina. Just look for ‘Matt Coolomon - Marine Mechanic’. You can’t miss the flashy new sign I put up.

  As for those other young local boys from when Catherine first visited as a teen – Paulo took his donkey dick to the city and made it big in porn for a while but no one’s heard from him in years. And Timmy’s brother, Tod – well he’s still living over on the island with his parents. He’s fat, 35 or so, and still in his sweaty-sheet, old-sock-smelling single bedroom. He works for his dad at the fish market when he has to, but he doesn’t need much money and has boxes of porno’s and an old VHS player that still works just fine.

  Timmy and Catherine though – they’re doing great. They have a daughter as well as a little boy now, and Catherine took over running the business and they own something like fifteen fishing boats. Half the town work for them and they swing a lot of business my way. Timmy and I are good buddies though and we play pool all the time.

  And Sweet Catherine? Well here she comes now.

  “Hi, Cath! How are you?”

  “Hi, Matt! I’m fine thanks. I can’t wait for Christmas!”

  “Yeah – looking fine too! Is that a Santa suit?”

  She did a little pirouette with her short knitted red dress fanning out to flash her tights. She had on little boots too and looked extremely cute.

  “Santa’s helper actually! It’s for the kids,” she said. “You like?”

  “Damn straight! But what about us adults? We can’t wait for summer again!”

  “Oh you can’t, huh? Naughty!!!”

  She had passed by where I was kicked back trying to make the most of the winter sun. In summer though she always teases the hell out of us sashaying along the pier in the wind – flashing her panties all the time! We’ve even got a market on the wall down at the fisherman’s bar wagering on what colour she’ll be wearing that day.

  And you can see in her eyes and that demure little blush that nothing’s really changed – that she wouldn’t be able to say no if you got hold of her. And she knows we know that, and she certainly plays up to it.

  Problem is Timmy though. He made things perfectly clear that it’s strictly look but don’t touch with Sweet Catherine these days. And he illustrated the point for us one time by putting his brother in hospital when he tried his luck with her.

  And as for Timmy? Well, you’ve never seen a man more content – and damn well satisfied……..

  ----- happily ever after -----

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