TITLE    : Sharing Catherine Ch. 02
STORYID  : sharing-catherine-ch-02
SUMMARY  : She made a little smile while she swallowed.
AUTHOR   : coolomon@lit
DATE     : 2006-01-14
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |hot wife|swallow|cum swallow|deep throat|oral wife|wife sharing|


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.

<hr pg="2" />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 &#x2013; 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.

<hr pg="3" />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." 

