TITLE    : Sharing Catherine
STORYID  : sharing-catherine
SUMMARY  : Hubby offers his young wife to a group of men.
AUTHOR   : coolomon@lit
DATE     : 2005-12-26
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |voyeur husband|gang bang|gangbang|hot wife|


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 &#x2013; 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 &#x2013; 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. 

<hr pg="2" />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.

<hr pg="3" />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.



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<i>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.</i>

