TITLE    : Sweet Catherine Breezes By
STORYID  : sweet-catherine-breezes-by
SUMMARY  : A submissive girl visits an old fishing village.
AUTHOR   : coolomon@lit
DATE     : 2011-01-24
CATEGORY : erotic-novels
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |female submissive|


<i>Author's note: This is almost novel length. But the whole story is posted here in one go and there's plenty of sex all the way through.</i>



*** 1 *** 



Tod smacked his younger brother across the back of the head. "Where the fuck were you last night anyway? Out trying to get your pecker wet on your own huh?"



Timmy jumped away before he got booted as well.



"Look -- there he is!" Paulo said and the three of them dived into the back of a sand dune and crawled to the top so they could see over.



"So he's a cop?" Paulo went on excitedly. "How do you know?"



Tod stuck his head up a bit so he could see better over the grass. "Dad said," he answered under his breath. "He said he's the fucking Chief of Police or something -- but that's where they came from, not here!"



"Yeah but a cop's a cop!" Paulo warned. "He's probably already on with Sergeant Pratt."



Sergeant Pratt was the local law enforcement on the island and a mean bitch according to Paulo and Tod. Timmy usually kept out of trouble so she didn't really bother him that much. Except when Tod made him do stuff. Tod was 20 and Timmy was 18 but there on the island it took longer to grow up so they hadn't really changed much since they reached puberty. 



The island was known by locals as simply that - the island. It was a mile to the mainland with a ferry going back and forth every few hours. There was a sizable town right there but the only business of note was fishing. Plus a few restaurants and bars. On the island there was only the one bar and a grocery store, plus a take away shop and an old picture theatre that some of the fishermen's wives had restored so they could run movies on Friday and Saturday nights and give the kids something to do.



Last night Tod had found a girl wandering around and she'd gone to the movies with him. 



"I think I saw her," Timmy said.



"No you didn't," Tod shot back at him and he smacked him across the back of the head again, laughing. Then he got him in a headlock and knocked on the top of his head. "Anyone home?" he chuckled while his little brother struggled and fought to get away.



"Yeah I saw her!" Paulo whispered excitedly and Tod quickly crawled back to the top of the sand dune to have a look.



The girl he'd found was blond with a perfect young body and a pretty face. She was staying there in the old Walker house with her parents. No one usually stayed there except old man Walker when he came over from the mainland to cut the grass and air the place out. 



"See! There she is!" Paulo whispered excitedly again. She was standing in the doorway talking to her dad. "Did you really feel her up?" Paulo went on without looking across at Tod in case she went back inside.



Tod chuckled proudly. "Fuck yeah!" 



"So when are you going to see her again?" Paulo asked. He was Tod's best buddy. They had always been weighed down with Timmy since Tod was never allowed to go anywhere unless he took his little brother along. And that hadn't changed even though they were old enough to do their own thing now. Probably because there on the island there was nothing to do anyway! Until now that someone was staying in the old Walker house and they had a hot daughter.



"I said I'd see her today," Tod said. "I might just wait until she goes to the beach. She said she would."



"Why don't you go over right now?" Paulo asked teasingly.



"Fuck off! Why don't you?" he shot back at him laughing.



"No -- send Timmy!" Paulo laughed back. "You'll go won't you Tim?"



"Yeah dweeb brain go and tell her to meet me us under the pier," Tod commanded of his little brother, suddenly turning serious. "The old man's gone back inside and you can still see her just in the door."



"But why do I have to?" Timmy whimpered.



"Just fucking do it!" Tod threatened him though and he booted him off the back of the sand dune.



Timmy pulled his pants up and brushed the sand off them as he walked around the dune and towards the gate. He stopped there and looked back but his brother was waving him on. He took a breath and walked into the yard and slowly up to the concrete step and the front door. He could see the girl there inside so he knocked softly hoping to get her attention, but her dad was right there to the side of the door and he stood and opened it. 



Timmy swallowed hard and looked back for his brother, but he and Paulo were off and running across the dunes towards the beach. He turned back to face the man and thought quickly. "I was just wondering if you had any jobs?" he asked meekly.



Catherine grabbed her shoulder bag and squeezed past her dad and the young guy standing there fidgeting and mumbling with his hands stuffed in his pockets. She caught the guy's eyes bulge at her and she gave him a quick smile though.



The whole thing was a huge mistake for Catherine. She had just broken up with her boyfriend Des after she found out he had been cheating on her. Then her parents decided to get away for a week to what she thought was going to be a tropical island resort. So of course she came along hoping to find dance clubs full of guys much hotter than Des anyway!



She hurried along to top of the hill and down the other side to the little cluster of houses and the take away shop. She blushed and smiled without looking at the old fishermen seated along the open windows of the bar as they all whistled and grunted at her. Next to the bar was the police office, which was a small wooden stall attached to the pier. She hurried along the pier to where the ferry was docked but it sounded its horn and pulled away before she got there.



"Oh no!" she cried. "Come back -- please!"



The ferryman was up the front in a small cabin and he was looking ahead. There were a few people looking back at her. A couple of them shrugged and waved apologetically. 



"He never turns back," a husky voice called out from below.



It was an old man on a small boat tied to the pier. Catherine looked over the rail to acknowledge him.



"9am sharp and if you're one second late he'll go without you," the old man offered by way of his apology to the young tourist. The wind was blowing her long blond hair all about and she caught it and tried to fix it into a band as she watched the ferry slowly drift away. With her arms raised like that old Vince had a nice view up her little dress though. The wind was flittering with that as well and he was getting flashes all the way up her slender thighs to her little spotted panties. 



"Is there another one this morning?" she asked. Her voice was soft and sweet. She sounded so disappointed.



"Every two hours love," Vince answered. "Did you really need to get to town?"



" Yeah -- sort of..." Catherine said with a sigh.



The wind was always blustery there on the end of the pier and it suddenly lifted her dress again, nicely flashing her panties from the front that time. She was still looking out after the ferry and Vince edged around a bit more directly beneath her. They were high cut panties and he could see the shape of her young pussy beneath them. He could see the soft mound and the slight indentation slicing up the middle of it.



She caught the skirt of her dress and looked back down blushing a bit. Vince smiled in spite of the fact he had several teeth missing. "Manny will take you over if want to run down there and see him."



Catherine looked along the pier to where the old man was pointing. There was another small boat with a man undoing the ropes and getting ready to leave. "Hey Manny -- you got room for this young lady?" he called out.



Manny was an old black man who also had a big smile. Catherine hurried along to where he was docked. "Could you take me across?" she asked sweetly. "I can pay!"



She stood by the rail while he tied up again and he smiled up at her. "No you keep your money love," he said kindly. "Just a minute while I get this secure so you don't slip and fall..."



He was fixing a plank and rail for her to walk across and he kept glancing up at her legs. The wind was blowing in gusts and billowing her dress out, and Catherine bit down on her smile as she felt her panties being exposed to him. Then the other man approached along the walkway below the pier and stepped onto that boat, and the two of them sat down talking while Catherine stayed up on the pier waiting to be invited aboard.



"Come on then love," the old black man said and motioned for her to come aboard. The other man then left and Catherine climbed down a ladder and stepped aboard, slipping into the life jacket he held up for her. "Now sit down there and we'll be across in a few minutes," he said, smiling broadly again.



Catherine sat on one side of the boat with her knees together and the wind again trying to get under the skirt of her dress. The old man stood up front at the wheel mostly watching what he was doing but from time to time he would look back over his shoulder and Catherine pretended not to notice when his eyes would roll down to her thighs.



It was only a few minutes until they were cruising past the ferry and a few minutes after that they were coasting into dock. Catherine waited until the plank and rail were in place then she accepted the old man's hand to balance her as she stepped up onto that pier. Then she had to climb up another small ladder to a boardwalk above. "Thank you very much," she said sweetly but his big eyes rolled up her thighs just as the wind billowed her dress out again. It was a lengthy gust and she pressed her hands to her hips to stop it from lifting right up. 



That time she met his eyes when they lifted and she felt herself blush. "I'm going back in an hour or so..." he offered.



"Oh no. I'm not sure if I'll be going back yet and I can get the ferry this afternoon if I need to... But thank you!"



"My pleasure love," he grinned, and Catherine felt her dress fly up at the back as she turned away, giggling to herself and blushing back over her shoulder at him. 



The plan was to get a bus back home though and the ticket office was there across the road from the beach. A bus today would be perfect. Maybe the next day at worst she figured.



"No... every Saturday there's a bus back to the city sweetheart." It was a creepy looking guy with a thin moustache and greasy hair behind the counter. "One every week at 8.30 in the am. You just missed it."



"What! You can't be serious!" Catherine cried. "What about a train?"



He shook his head. "No trains honey. Railroad closed down thirty years ago in these parts. We locals don't have much call to go anywhere though, and tourists prefer towns further up the coast with those swanky resorts and such."



Catherine turned away, defeated. She guessed she would have a look around the town and hopefully find something to do for the week but it didn't look promising on the drive through when they arrived. She checked with the man for the time for the next ferry, which was in half an hour, and then there was another at twelve.



The town stretched along the length of a rocky beach closed in by a headland at either end. Walking along Catherine looked up each of the streets that angled away from the shoreline and found the usual mix of service businesses, cafes, clothing and food shops etc. There were a few restaurants and bars scattered around and at the end of the street there were playing fields and a carnival being set up. High up into the headlands and further along the streets away from the coastline were quite a few houses. There were no holiday units or hotels or anything though. It seemed like the town was all business, and fishing was the main theme. Right under the headland was a marina with rows of small fishing vessels docked and lots of bearded, roughly clad men shuffling around. 



Catherine walked back around the foreshore and ventured along a few of the streets where she found a new bikini and a couple of skirts and tops. She picked out 3 romance novels at a bookstore and decided lying on the beach with a book was about as exciting as it was going to get for the week.



*** 2 *** 



Meantime old Manny stood and stretched his back. The years of dragging in fishing nets had long since taken their toll and even a few minutes bent over was too much these days. He arched his weathered old frame all the way over backwards and rolled his head around to try and loosen up the tension in his neck.



His wife's grave looked better now though. He had swept the grit from the tiled surface and polished the gold writing on her headstone. The groundsman usually kept the grass well trimmed but sometimes the edges around her slab needed a bit of manicuring and he had garden scissors in his kit bag for that. 



He bowed his head paying a last silent tribute to her memory before leaving then he ambled back down the road and out along the pier. He was just climbing down the ladder when he saw the young tourist girl approaching with a couple of shopping bags.



"Hi Manny!" she called out to him sweetly. 



Manny squatted next to the outboard and sat there nice and low where he would be able to see up her dress again. It was fluttering out behind her and with her hands busy holding onto her bags the wind was lifting it quite nicely. She approached directly above him and stood facing, with the boardwalk rail about waist height and her little dress fluttering out beneath where she was leaning against it. He saw a flash of her sweet young thighs again and then there was a gust of wind that blew up her dress and he got a full frontal look at her panties with the slight indentation slicing through her little pussy mound causing his old cock to firm a bit. 



"Are you coming back with me?" he asked, grinning up to meet her blush.



"Okay..." she uttered shyly. She then stepped to the ladder and the pain in old Manny's back was no longer evident as he stood and stepped over to the base of the ladder to take her bags. He was then standing directly beneath her and even without the wind lifting her dress he could see right up it. He could see the thin strip of soft cotton fabric that bunched a little between her thighs then smoothed out to cover her firm little bum. 



Catherine was on the ladder but she had to wait until the old man moved so she could climb down. His eyes were kind of glazed and his mouth was hanging open. His head had tilted a bit and he was looking directly up her dress but she thought of her asshole ex-boyfriend again and she just waited and let him look. 



She wasn't planning to flash any old men when she dressed that morning but she had chosen pretty panties and it was exciting to be looked at again after Des had told her not to wear sexy clothes anymore. After a few weeks going steady he had gotten jealous of other guys noticing her and he made her dress like a tomboy with baggy shirts and sweaters and usually jeans or ugly shorts instead of skirts. And then one night at a party she found him in an upstairs bedroom with another girl.



Catherine snapped out of her little trance and climbed down the ladder with the old man's rough hands guiding her hips and then ushering her to his boat. His touch had made her belly tingle a bit and when she slipped her arms into the life jacket he was holding for her she felt his tough old fingers fiddling to do up the zipper against her belly. His eyes were then lowered to her breasts and her nipples were firm but the jacket zipped up to conceal them. 



Manny pushed off and cruised on out to sea nice and slow. He kept checking back with the girl staring out into the distance, with the wind in her hair and her knees swayed towards him. She had relaxed with her knees slightly apart, and with the wind bunching the skirt of her dress up again he had a nice view of the crotch of her panties. 



All the way across to the island he kept glancing back and enjoying the view, while a few times she quickly averted her gaze and blushed. Then when he helped her off the boat he held her hips instead of her hand and he felt the warmth of her firm young body through her dress. She seemed in a bit of a daydream or something and he kind of squeezed her, feeling the elastic of her panties beneath the thin cotton fabric. Then when she stepped up onto the plank he released her with his hand smoothing over her bottom and brushing down her bare thigh, which caused her to glance back over her shoulder blushing again.



"Thank you," she said sweetly. "It was very nice of you..."



"If you need to go over the mainland again while you're here I'm always about love... Any time!"



Catherine strolled lazily along the pier smiling down at another few fishermen but she mostly held her dress down in front and only let it fly up at the back. She bought a soda at the take away shop and checked the billboard for what movie was going to be playing that night. When she walked back past the end of the pier a boy she had met the previous night appeared from beneath it. 



"There you are!" he grinned. He looked a lot like the boy talking to her dad that morning, only a few years older. He was walking along beside her with a stupid grin on his face. "So where you going now?"



Catherine was trying to ignore him, hoping he'd go away. "Home," she said shortly. He actually reminded her of her ex-boyfriend. The way he had tried to paw her at the movies and how he seemed to think he had some sort of claim on her.



"Thought you said you'd meet me at the beach today!"



"I didn't say that... You said it and apparently assumed I would."



"What are you being snooty for?" he whined.



"I'm not being snooty. I'm just minding my own business."



He kept looking back and Catherine glanced over her shoulder to see two other guys following some distance behind. One was the other boy from earlier and the other was chubby with a mop of black curly hair.



"So what about after lunch -- you coming to the beach then? I'll show you where we all hang out."



"What - you and your two friends?"



"And everyone else," he replied indignantly. "It's a special beach where the oldies don't bug us... It's around the other side of the island."



"Oh... Well I might later. I'm staying just over the hill at that old white house. If you stop by on your way..."



He turned back at the top of the hill and Catherine glanced back to see him meet up with his friends. She had lunch with her parents, then they went for a walk into the village where they were going to spend the afternoon and have dinner at the fisherman's bar. Catherine preferred to stay at the house and she took one of her books outside to sunbathe. 



After an hour and a few chapters she closed the book and rolled over to tan her back. She checked around but there wasn't even another house in view and there hadn't been a vehicle or a person walking by since she had been there. So she pulled the strings on her bikini top but left it in place beneath her breasts.



"Fuck yeah!" Paulo groaned. "She undid it man!"



The three of them were about 40 yards away peeping over the sand dune.



"Awe you can see the side of her tit!" Tod claimed anxiously. "Look how fucking white it is -- that's her fucking tit man!"



Timmy was craning his neck trying to see over the grass. Tod pushed him. "Go get the binoculars Tim!"



"I don't know where they are," Timmy complained. He was looking over the grass again and he thought he could see the white bit that must have been the side of the girl's boob.



"They're on the shelf in the garage," Tod said. "Hurry up and get them before she does her top up!"



Timmy ran off towards home, which was the first house that side of the village. The other two remained there peering over the top of the sand dune with their eyes riveted to young Catherine's slender body. She hadn't moved at all by the time Timmy got back with the binoculars and Tod grabbed them off him and focused.



Her face was turned towards them and her eyes were closed. She was lying with her arms resting above her head and Tod could see the string from her bikini hanging over the side of the lounger and her bikini cup lying flat with her tit pressed against it. He could see almost all of it but he couldn't make out the nipple just yet.

<hr pg="2" />"Here give me a look!" Paulo said but Tod pushed his hand away.



Catherine then stirred a little and reached for a bottle of water that was on the ground with her book. Her body lifted and her nipple was almost visible but then her other hand closed over and she sat with her arm holding her bikini in place while she had a drink.



Tod roamed her body with the binoculars. Her bikini was sagging and he could see the top part of her boobs where they were white from her bikini. He moved lower and had a look at her little pants and her thighs and in between them.



"Awe give us a look!" Paulo whined. "Don't be a fucking hog man!"



Tod watched her lie back down and he kept the binoculars focused on her breasts. She had a towel covering the lounger and she straightened that out while keeping one arm across them and holding her bikini top in place. She put the water bottle back and twirled her hair into a ponytail and positioned that to one side. She then released the arm from across her chest and. "Fuck yes!" Tod cried. "I saw a nipple!" he whispered excitedly and he strained to see it again but Catherine had lain right down and her breast was again squashed against her bikini top.



Paulo got hold of the binoculars with his eyes just about popping out of their sockets as he searched for the white bit beneath Catherine's chest. He found it and saw the shape of her boob bulging a little - but it was definitely a part of her boob.



"What the fuck?" Tod cried as he looked across at Timmy. He was two sand dunes over with a hand held telescope. He crawled back off his dune and headed over but Timmy jumped up and started running. He ran along the dunes a way and when Tod turned back he climbed up to the top of another one and settled with his scope pointing through the grass.



"Wonder where the fuck he got that from," Tod grumped as he got back into position beside Paulo.



"She moved a little bit and her arm's in the way now," Paulo said disappointedly.



Tod took the binoculars and had a look. Her face was turned away and her arm was by her side covering her tit. He looked over her body and checked her bum and her legs.



"Are you going to ask her to come with us?" Paulo asked hopefully.



"I'm not going over there! What if her dad comes out? Mean looking fucker!" Tod grumped.



"Yeah I guess... But you could send Timmy again."



"If we can catch the little shit." Tod turned the binoculars and focused on Timmy way over the other side of the house with the scope pointed at the girl. "Where the fuck did he get that?" 



"I've seen one of them before," Paulo said thoughtfully. "I think it might be like a field glass or something."



"What -- is that better than these?" Tod questioned.



"Fuck yeah! Probably two or three times better magnification."



Tod had another look over Catherine's body. "He's fucking dead when I get hold of him," he grumped under his breath.



They ended up spending the whole afternoon there in the sand dunes watching Catherine. Timmy eventually came back and after Tod got the telescope off him he clipped him across the back of the head.



Catherine turned over and over and sat up a few times, always keeping her bikini top in place though. Then after she went inside they were spying through the windows, having turns with the binoculars and the telescope. It was getting dark when they finally got her in the bathroom nude it seemed. There was a small gap in the curtains and although it was a bit steamy they watched her in the shower and then Tod got a look at her through the telescope drying herself off. He saw her tits properly that time -- both of them and both nipples too. He watched her comb her hair still topless and he saw her little tits lift and jiggle a bit. The detail was that good through the scope -- much better than the binoculars that Paulo was using at the time. He was there with a shit eating grin on his face and Timmy was next to him squinting into the dark to try and see too.



"See -- there they are now!" Paulo declared as Catherine's parents walked in through the front gate. "I told you they weren't even home!"



"Yeah well how did I know?" Tod grumped. "They could have been there..."



The bathroom light went off and they decided to call it a day, and the three of them trudged home hungry and thirsty. Then that night they lined up at the back of the small movie theatre and saw Catherine sitting alone down the front. There were a few adults and small children and a dozen or so teenagers in couples or groups. Tod left Paulo and his brother up the back and he went down and sat beside Catherine.



"Hi!" he started confidently.



"Oh it's you again," Catherine responded without interest.



"Yeah. Did you miss me?"



"No! Except what happened to going to the beach?"



"Yeah, that's tomorrow," Tod chuckled, then the lights went down and the movie started, and he put his arm around the back of her chair but didn't touch her shoulder. 



Catherine looked down at his hand then shook her head smiling to herself. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked curtly, though she liked his confidence.



"Do you want to go out?" he said without turning from the screen.



"Out where?"



"To the movies."



"But we're at the movies..." Catherine declared. 



"Well this is a date then," he grinned and his hand moved to her shoulder.



Catherine looked at his hand again. It was felt strong and rough against her skin. She had a camisole top with thin shoulder straps so he was touching her bare shoulder. He even leant over a bit and sort of pulled her closer with his hand gripping more firmly and making her belly tingle.



He hadn't said anything else and was just watching the movie. She liked the way he smelled. He had obviously just showered and maybe it was the soap he had used. She sort of glanced at his face with a bit of stubble and his nice teeth. He reminded her of Des quite a lot but only in a good way just then.



Tod waited until a fair way into the movie before making his next move. He could feel her bra strap and he started playing with it. He had her quite close so his reach allowed him to rub down the strap and feel the lacy fabric of her top. He played with that for a while then worked his fingertips underneath, and under her bra as well. He could feel the softness of her tit and she hadn't tried to stop him yet but he thought it best to stop there for a while. 



He was just feeling the top of it, rubbing back and forth and working around the side. He was definitely touching the white part he'd seen that afternoon -- the bit under her bikini top! Then he started squeezing and feeling lower until he got his fingers right down the side and almost underneath. Then he could feel the weight of it. He was pressing his fingers underneath and squeezing it. He nearly had her whole tit in his hand and she still didn't move or anything. She was staring at the movie screen and her hands were together in her lap.



Tod's heart was thumping in his chest. He didn't know how much he was going to be able to get away with, since last night she got up and moved as soon as he put his arm around the back of her chair. Of course he had told Paulo that he'd scored a feel up but that was bullshit -- this was for real... 



He reached down a bit further and felt her arm pressing against the back of his fingers but her arm moved slightly and then he wormed his fingers all the way underneath and closed his hand fully over her tit. He could feel her nipple hard against the palm of his hand and he thought he could feel her heart beating like his was. He didn't really know what to do next though, so he started squeezing it like a sponge. He squeezed then softened his hold then squeezed again. 



"Do you want to go somewhere?" he whispered to her.



"No thanks..." she uttered. "Let's just stay here ok?"



Tod settled there and continued squeezing. He kept it up all through the movie - sometimes softer and sometimes harder. When the finishing credits came up and people started leaving she sat up and kind of wriggled away from his hand. "I have to go." She said, and he hurried after her.



He caught her by the arm at the exit and pulled her into the dark corner behind the doors. "What's your hurry?" he said and he tried to kiss her. "We're supposed to be on a date aren't we?" he chuckled, kissing her with closed lips and trying to grope her breast again.



Everyone else had gone and no one was watching so Catherine let him. He was squeezing her the same as before though and it didn't feel nice. She managed to get a word in between his awkward tight lipped kisses "I have to go but I'll meet you tomorrow at the pier ok?" 



"All right - tomorrow at 9!" he commanded and she wriggled from his grasp and got to the door.



"Make it 10," she smiled and she jumped to get away before he grabbed her again, and she ran across the road and checked back when she was half way up the hill to see he had met up with the other two boys again.



When she got back to the house her mother told her that Des had called so she took the phone into her room. He was whiny and immediately tried to suck up. 



"Well if you feel that way about me why were you kissing Elizabeth?" Catherine asked after a few minutes.



"Awe it won't happen again," Des whined. "I was half drunk and you make me so crazy you know!"



"I make you crazy?" 



"Yeah well you do! Except your dad's got you locked up all the time..."



"My dad?" Catherine almost laughed. Des had never even met her father properly. He was too scared to come to her house.



"Yeah if it wasn't for him I would have been over your house that night and this would never have happened... You just make me so fucking crazy for it and she was there and I was drunk..."



"Oh. So let me see if I have this straight... You couldn't come to my house and take me to Eric's party because you're scared of my dad, but I make you crazy for sex so you had to get it on with Elizabeth?" Catherine giggled. "Is that right Des?"



He grunted. "I don't know... Let's just... you know..."



"No, let's not," Catherine said softly - kindly. "I'm sorry Des but if you needed something you should have come to me."



She hung up the phone at that but couldn't contain a few tears. It seemed every guy she met was scared of her father and she was tired of it. If only they would stand up and look him in the eye - he wasn't so bad.



The next morning she woke more angry than upset. Everyone at that party had known Des was upstairs with another girl, and Catherine had been there for ages waiting for him to turn up. They all laughed when she found out he was already there and she went upstairs to find him. And the fact that she was now stuck on a boring little island sucked, but this new local guy was interesting and she was entitled to have some fun. And he really did have a nice smile, even if he didn't know how to kiss yet.



He was waiting at the pier when she got there a bit after 10. He had a towel over his shoulder and a big smile on his face. Catherine had brought her shoulder bag with sun screen, water and some fruit for lunch. "Hi," she offered sweetly as she approached.



"Come on let's go!" he said and he dragged her off along the pier to a small aluminium dingy. 



"But where are we going?" Catherine panted when she was settled beside him at the back of the boat. He'd started the outboard and they were zipping out past the end of the pier.



"I told you -- the other side of the island... It's faster than walking!"



Timmy watched from on top of the headland with the telescope he'd borrowed from old Manny. He could see Catherine's smile and the way the wind was blowing her hair, and he thought he could see the expression in her pretty eyes but maybe that was just his imagination. 



He watched until they passed the headland and vanished from his sight then he started jogging across the dunes to the walking trail that led to the cove on the other side of the island. That's where his brother was taking her and if he jogged all the way he would get there not long after they did. 



Tod smiled to himself as he looked Catherine over. She was resting back and looking out to sea distractedly. The wind was blowing her skirt up and showing her bikini pants and he again checked in his pocket that he had the condom. He actually had two in case he needed them. He'd bought a packet ages ago and had only used three so far -- all of them on Molly Dunn but she was just a local girl that everyone had sex with.



It only took fifteen minutes to get to the cove and with the ocean calm they cruised to shore and Tod pulled the boat up onto the sand. There was another dingy already there and five other couples plus a few men. "I thought you said adults didn't come here?" Catherine asked. The men she could see would have ranged up to mid thirties and some of the couples were adults, as well as some others about their age. There were no children though and some of the women were topless.



"I said there's no oldies. You're not even allowed here until you're 18 though. It's the rules!"



They found a spot to set up below the rock wall at the edge of the sand. It was only a small beach though and the others were still quite close. They were mostly smiling over and some of them waved a greeting which Catherine returned. She spread her towel and Tod spread his right next to it. He pulled off his shirt and sat down smiling up at her.



Catherine slipped off her top and undid her skirt. She had on a new red bikini and she was quite proud of her tan. She sat down beside Tod and started rubbing in her sun screen. It wasn't only Tod watching though, there was also several older men looking over and that made her belly flutter a bit.



"I'll do your back if you want," Tod grinned.



"Okay..."



Catherine rested forward while he rubbed the lotion in. He covered her back and smoothed it up her sides where she had already done. He was using both hands and they slipped up beneath her arms and his fingers rubbed into the sides of her breasts a bit.



"Got to get under the strings in case you want to undo them," he whispered, chuckling a little. Then he rubbed into the sides of her breasts one more time before he got up. "I'm going for a quick dip and I'll be back," he said and he ran into the water.



Catherine lay down on her stomach watching him swim and glancing around at the other men sometimes. When Tod came back dripping everywhere she experienced a warm little thrill at his muscular shoulders and arms. He stretched out beside her propped up on his elbows like she was.



He smiled. "Do you ever go topless?"



Catherine blushed. "No -- not yet."



"Do you want to?"



"I don't know... maybe."



"You can if you want," he said, glancing down at her chest. "It's better than getting tan lines."



"You mean I can if you want," Catherine smiled. "You're not very subtle are you?"



"Subtle? Is that like soft or something?"



"Something like that," Catherine giggled. Then she looked around at the other people again. There were two women topless, both would have been in their thirties and they were very brown. There was only one man obviously looking over right then. He was on his own and facing their direction. Tod was still grinning and his eyes lifted from her breasts as she met them. "Okay I'll take my top off if you want me to. But you can't touch me while everyone's watching."



"That's okay I know somewhere else we can go after this," he said.



"Oh you do! You have this all planned do you?"



"Yeah!" 



Catherine laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully. Then she sat up with another couple of men instantly looked over, making her quickly averted her gaze. She remained facing them though and she undid the string behind her neck then the one behind her back. She then lowered her bikini top and bit down on her lip as she peered around at the men looking. They were all staring at her breasts and she sat fiddling with her bikini top in her lap while they did. 



Tod had the sun screen in his hand. "Do you want me to put this on them?"



"No!" she giggled, snatching it off him. Then she poured the oily lotion into her hand and applied it to her milky white little breasts. She glanced up at the men watching and met their smiles. One man approached from the far end of the beach and walked by looking directly at her breasts, and she looked down at herself then glanced up to meet his eyes. He climbed up between the rocks and was gone but a few minutes later he appeared above and set up their looking directly down.



Catherine rested back on her hands remaining upright so all the men could see her. Tod sat facing her, chatting and continually looking down at her breasts as well. Timmy had his scope focused on her from his vantage point way above the beach. He was looking at her breasts too, but mostly he was watching her face and her smile. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and his heart was pounding just looking at her.



"I'm starting to burn," Catherine said after a little while. She could feel the sting in the soft white skin of her breasts so she lay down on her front. 



She had remained propped on her elbows though, and Tod could still see her tits with her nipples just brushing against her towel. His cock was half firm and he checked the condoms hadn't fallen out of his pocket while he was swimming. There was a walking trail up to an old lighthouse where he was planning on taking her. It had a bunk room where he'd had sex with Molly Dunn twice. The other time he'd had sex with her was in her bedroom when her parents were out, but her dad wasn't a cop or anything!



"Let's go," he said after they had been there for an hour and he carried Catherine's shoulder bag and led her up the trail.



Catherine finished fixing her bikini top into place as she was climbing the rocks. When they were out of sight of the beach Tod turned around and kissed her.



"Open your lips a little bit," she uttered as he kissed her again, and he did that, softening the kiss that time and making it feel much nicer. He also started squeezing her breasts, first one and then the other, and Catherine moaned into his mouth while he did that.



"Come on," he said, suddenly breaking away and leading on up the rocky trail. 



They climbed up to a clearing and the lighthouse Catherine had seen from the sea. Timmy lost sight of them when they went around behind it to the door at the bottom. He knew what was going to happen in there though and he hated his brother right then. He knew he had no right to feel that way but she was just so beautiful and his brother was such an asshole... He turned and started running home with his heart heavy and a knot in his throat.



Catherine was led up to the top of the lighthouse where there was a magic view out to sea. Then Tod took her hand again and led her back down the stairs to a small room with a dusty looking bunk bed. "Can I fuck you?" he asked straight out, grinning.



Catherine blushed. "You shouldn't just say that," she said shyly.



He shrugged. "Okay, but can I?"



"Yes..." Catherine uttered, "But you will have to cover that with the towels. It looks dirty."



Tod quickly spread the towels over the bunk and Catherine watched him undress. His penis was already hard and pointing straight up. It was only small and quite thin but it was certainly standing proud. He had a condom and he rolled it on.



Catherine undid her bikini top and put it on her bag. She watched Tod's face as she pulled her pants down. His eyes lit up when he saw her manicured little bush and that made her blush again. He then approached and sort of guided her back onto the bunk where she lay down looking up at him. Then he knelt on the end and lifted her leg aside, spreading her and making her blush deepen.



He lay down on top of her without saying anything or kissing her at all. He just started thrusting between her legs and when he got the head of his dick into her she clung to his shoulders and spread her legs wider for him.

<hr pg="3" />"Awe fuck," he grunted and he thrust firmly into her. She was wet enough and after another firm thrust he was all the way in.



Catherine clung to him staring up at the rafters. He was humping hard and fast and jamming his cock into her, and although it was all rushed and awkward she liked the way he was losing control. He was jiggling and squirming and she was holding herself up against him and keeping her legs spread as wide as she could for him. It was all about him but the thought of that was exciting for her and although she never reached orgasm there was a warm rush that swept over her when he was jammed up inside of her ejaculating.



He stayed in her for a while with his cock still flexing. Then he rolled off puffing and gasping for breath and Catherine closed her legs and covered her breasts with her arm modestly. 



He was lying across the bunk resting back against the wall with his cock soft and the condom still on it, and Catherine was fascinated by how much semen was in it. It looked really thick and about an inch on the end was filled up with it, plus there was creamy white fluid all down his cock like it was coated in it... She kind of wished it was inside of her but it was interesting to see it like that too.



Tod carefully took the condom off and there was even more than an inch of creamy fluid in the end before he tossed it on the bunk and started getting dressed. Catherine pulled up her bikini pants with him staring at her pussy. He was then staring at her breasts so she put on her skirt next and let him look for a bit longer. 



"Do you want to go back up for another look?" he asked her.



"Okay, but what about that?" she asked shyly, looking at the condom that had ended up on the floor. "We shouldn't leave it there like that."



"Well throw it outside," he chuckled and he left and started off up the stairs.



Catherine picked it up blushing to herself. She held it so the end filled and she squeezed it and felt how thick and slimy, and how warm his semen was. There was a wash basin and she took it over there. Tod was calling her to come up but she was so fascinated with his semen and she poured it over her fingers. Most of it dripped into the sink but some of it was gooey and stringing between her fingers as she spread them. She lifted her hand and let it run down her fingers and between them. Then she turned the tap on and rinsed her hand and the condom as well before tossing it out a window and hurrying upstairs.



Tod was on his way back down but she took his hand and led him back up to the observation room with the big windows looking out to sea. She kept his hand and pulled his arm around her, nestling back against him and grinding against his growing erection as they looked out to sea.



Soon enough he was feeling her through her bikini top and he actually started playing with her nipples. "Can I fuck you like this?" he whispered into her ear. "I've got another rubber."



"Uh huh..." Catherine uttered. "Just do it to me hard like before."



He pulled his shorts down and rolled the condom over his fully upstanding cock once again. Catherine just leant forward and held the window ledge waiting for him to undress her. He moved in behind her and reached up under her skirt to pull her bikini pants down, and he left them around her knees and lifted her skirt up as she watched back over her shoulder. He then held his stiff little cock and pressed the head against her pussy lips. She wriggled back onto it and she was so wet this time that it slipped right in easily. She then wriggled back further and leant right over so he could mount her properly. And he immediately hugged her body and started pounding his cock into her.



Catherine was a lot more turned on that time and her orgasm built quickly. He was also taking longer to cum and her orgasm exploded through her while he was still humping her hard and fast. It gripped her and thumped through her belly with wave after wave of deep contractions and she clung to the window ledge and bit down on the scream that almost escaped from her. It then started to soften and the guy on her back was grunting and jamming his cock into her. He was wildly riding her and she arched her hips and presented herself for him. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he cried and his body tensed as he rammed his cock into her as hard and deep as he could. Then he convulsed and she felt it throb and throb inside of her.



He was still clamped to her back and puffing and gasping for breath with his chin upon her shoulder and his face pressed against her neck. His body was shuddering and still convulsing and he was hugging her tight. He was finishing off inside of her and Catherine relaxed back against him and let him enjoy the feel of her pussy. 



He finally settled and lifted from her back with his cock slipping out. Catherine then turned and pulled up her pants while he took off that condom. It wasn't as full as the other one but the semen in it looked quite thick again. "That felt good," he grinned, though he was still breathing hard. 



"I can see that," Catherine said shyly, looking at the condom.



"Can I fuck you again tonight? I've got more rubbers at home."



"Uh huh..." Catherine uttered. "But where..?"



"Umm... Do you want to go to the carnival?"



"Okay."



"After that we can go to Paulo's house because his dad works at night and there's no one home... We can do it in his bedroom," Tod chuckled and he grabbed hold of Catherine and hugged her from behind while sticking the condom down the front of her pants. Then he ran off down the stairs laughing.



Catherine rocked back against the window ledge with her legs kind of wobbly and a hot flush sweeping over her. She lifted her skirt and pulled the front of her pants out and the condom was there resting against her pussy. She then slipped her hand down and felt it, pressing it against her wetness. 



Again his semen was warm and squishy and she pressed it against her clit and rubbed a bit. She rubbed her clit hard and then she pressed the full end condom into herself and closed her eyes as she rubbed and rubbed. She pulled the condom out and held the tip while its contents dribbled through her little bush. Then she pressed her fingers back into her wetness with his semen squishing between them. 



"Are you coming?" Tod called out from below and Catherine giggled to herself.



Her fingers were gooey and she rubbed them into the crotch of her pants, squishing his semen into herself and wiping the rest of it off her hand. Then she ran down the stairs and caught up with him, a little embarrassed with herself but satisfied too.



"Do you want to take your top off at the beach again?" he grinned back at her.



"I don't want to get sun burn," Catherine smiled.



"What if we sit in the shade?" he tried. "Look -- over next to that rock!"



There was a vacant shaded area beneath an overhanging rock ledge. Tod led Catherine over there and they set up in the shade with Catherine offering him some of her fruit for lunch. "Most of these people are from the mainland," Tod explained. The crowd had doubled since they were there earlier.



Tod pestered but Catherine was too shy to take her top off with so many people around and she denied him, although she really liked the way he so openly asked her to do it. He was such a simple guy and that was perfect for the moment.



They arrived back at the pier mid afternoon and found Timmy waiting there for them. He smiled at Catherine first then turned to his brother. "Dad wants the tinny back."



"What -- now?"



"Yeah. He needs it, he said."



"Well you take it," Tod commanded.



Timmy grinned. "I can't... He said he wants to see you!"



"Why?"



"I don't know. Something about some money I think..."



"Yeah? Fuck... Catherine I have to go," he said. "I have to take the tinny back to the marina but meet me here at seven and we'll go to the carnival okay?"



"Okay..." Catherine returned and she watched him jump back in the boat and speed off towards the mainland. Then she turned to face the little brother.



"Hi, I'm Timmy," he said with a big grin. 



"Hello. I saw you at my house."



"Awe yeah -- that! Your dad gave me a job you know?"



"Oh really... Doing what?"



"It's actually a secret but if you don't tell..."



"I won't tell," Catherine said, intrigued.



"Well he wants to take your mom for a romantic dinner across in town tomorrow night and I'm going to get my uncle's cabin cruiser and be the chauffeur."



They were strolling up the hill.



"So do you do lots of odd jobs for people?"



"Sort of... I mow lawns for some of the old people and do some fixing jobs or painting sometimes. Mostly I work for Manny, the old black guy. I fish with him almost every morning."



"I met Manny... He took me across to town and back. He's nice."



"Yeah... Plus he lent me this," Timmy went on, extending the compacted scope he was carrying and showing it to Catherine. "I've been watching you with this a bit," he confessed. "You're really pretty."



"Oh! Thank you! You've been watching me?"



"Yeah -- when you were sunbathing at the house and then today at the cove. But mostly I was just watching for your smile because you're even more pretty when you smile."



Catherine was blushing terribly. My God was every guy on the island this straight forward or what? She didn't know whether to be offended or flattered but he was so damn cute!



"I won't do it anymore if you don't like it," he said. "I felt bad before because you didn't know but I couldn't help it... And now at least I told you, so it's up to you if I can do it anymore."



"Well it's a bit creepy," Catherine suggested.



"Okay. I'll give this back to Manny then... Sorry!"



They had reached the front gate of the house. 



"No you don't have to do that," Catherine said, giggling a little. "It's okay. You can watch me with it sometimes." 



Her dad approached and Timmy smiled up at him. "Hello," he offered forthrightly.



"Hello, young fellow. How did you get on with our arrangements?"



"All set," Timmy declared. "But I told Catherine but she said she wouldn't tell."



"Oh... Fine then," her dad chuckled. "Something else we can do for you?"



Timmy shrugged. "No. I was just walking Catherine home," he said easily. "See you!"



Timmy turned and walked back towards the village leaving Catherine bemused and sort of warmly embarrassed at the thought of being spied upon with a telescope.



*** 3 ***



Meantime, Todd pulled into the marina and tied the tinny up. His dad was there working and he approached expectantly. "The tinny's there dad -- did you want to see me about something?"



His dad shrugged. "No. Why?"



"Timmy said you wanted to see me."



"I've got no idea what you're talking about boy! Weren't you going to keep the tinny over the island tonight?"



"Yeah but he said you wanted it back," Tod complained. 



"Look -- I don't know what you're going on about. I don't need the tinny here today and I haven't seen your brother."



"The little fucking shit!" Tod grumbled under his breath, wondering what he was up to. Then he turned to his dad again. "Can I have some money dad? I want to go to the carnival tonight."



His dad grinned. "Sure! There's a spare apron... ten dollars an hour!"



"No -- I mean can you just give me some. I have to get back..."



"Suit up boy!" his dad chuckled but Tod stormed off and jumped back into the boat.



He sped back across to the island intending to find his brother and sort him out but Timmy was nowhere to be found. Paulo was about though and the two of them ended up in his bedroom.



"So you did her then?" Paulo asked excitedly.



"Yeah... Twice!"



"Bullshit!"



"No -- serious! She's hot man... You should try and get onto her too."



"Me?" Paulo scoffed. "Do you think she would?"



"Don't know. Maybe!" Tod shot back at him dismissively. "Have you got any money?"



"What -- do you have to pay her?"



"No! For the carnival tonight... I'm busted."



"Me too. I've got like five dollars," Paulo said, searching his pockets and then trying the jar on his dresser where he sometimes dumped some coins.



"You'll need a rubber too if you're going to try getting onto her," Tod suggested.



"Did you use one?"



"Yeah. Of course! But I've only got seven left and I need them all."



"Seven! What the fuck do you need that many for?"



"Well she's going to be here for the rest of the week. I'm going to need more but maybe Timmy's got money."



Paulo left the room for a minute and came back. "I've got one," he said, showing Tod the condom he'd found. "It says it's ribbed... What does that mean?"



Tod shrugged. "Don't know! Let's go find Timmy and get some money off the little shit."



Timmy turned up at home for dinner and stayed close to his mother so Tod couldn't do anything. Afterwards he agreed to lend Tod and Paulo money but only if he was allowed to come to the carnival with them.



"That was actually a pretty good trick for a dweeb brain," Tod admitted while they were sitting there on the pier waiting for Catherine. "Why did you want me to go and see dad though? I don't get it."



Timmy shrugged. "No reason."



"Yeah well there's no fucking gas left in the tinny so you can fill it up when we get there."



"Fuck -- there she is!" Paulo said excitedly.



Catherine had on a short sun dress and sandals. Beneath the dress she had on panties and that was all. The three boys stood but only Tod approached. "Don't worry about them, they're just going to hang around," he explained, and Catherine smiled back at them both as she was led to the little aluminium boat. 



When she was seated at the back next to Tod the dark haired boy spoke. "Hi. I'm Paulo."



"Hi," Catherine returned with another smile. Then she said "Hi Timmy."



Timmy smiled and pulled a face at his brother, who was frowning and looking confused. Paulo was watching Catherine intently. It was difficult to see her in the moonlight but the town was lit up and there were huge floodlights at the carnival. 



Catherine had to pay her own entry fee because Tod didn't have enough money to pay for her, but that covered all rides so they started with the roller coaster and had a few goes at that before trying the big Ferris wheel. That had facing seats so all four of them got on together. Tod had his arm around Catherine by then and the other two boys sat watching.



He had his arm around her waist and his hand tucked beneath her arm. He inched his fingers in further and touched the side of her tit. He could feel that it was bare beneath her dress and he rubbed underneath a little bit.



Paulo could see his fingers moving. He was staring at them and he glanced at Catherine to see she was blushing, then she pressed her arm against her side.



"Let me feel it," Tod whispered to her.



"No," Catherine said. "Not with them watching."



"Awe -- they don't care," he went on. "Just a little feel okay?"



Catherine looked at the other two boys as his hand squeezed under her breast. They were both staring wide eyed at what he was doing so she relaxed her arm a little and allowed him to reach up further. Then he closed his hand completely over her boob and massaged it. He did that for a while with the string on her shoulder slipping. That revealed some of the white skin they had seen before and as the Ferris wheel swept through the crowd and started climbing again Tod released her and then slipped his hand in through the side of her dress. 



"Fuck yes!" Paulo groaned and Timmy just sat staring with his mouth gaping open. 



Catherine was squirming in her seat a bit. Tod had started playing with her nipple and her dress was sagging enough for the other two boys to almost see. The ride was ending though and she fixed her shoulder strap and met the eyes of the other boys with an embarrassed little smile.



Next they had a ride on the go-carts and then they tried some of the side-shows where Timmy won a huge stuffed giraffe at a shooting gallery. "This is for you," he whispered to Catherine. "But I'll carry it for you."



There was a petting zoo and some more rides with a huge pirate ship that swung back and forth, almost doing a full loop high up in the air. Then there was a ghost train where Catherine was felt up again. Only that time it was in the dark and Tod got his hand up under her dress and squeezed both of her breasts.



They got back to the Ferris wheel and Tod took Catherine aside while the other two waited. He looked a bit apprehensive and Catherine smiled up at him. "What is it?" she asked sweetly. 



"Well," he started, scratching his head and glancing back at the others. "Would it be okay if Paulo sat next to you this time?"



"Sat next to me?" Catherine repeated.



"Yeah -- if he sat with you and had a feel like I did."



Catherine blushed as her heart pounded away. "Is that what you want?" she uttered. She was instantly overwhelmed by the thought and she wanted it to happen. "I'll do it if you want," she added softly, before he had a chance to change his mind.



They got back into line and when their turn came around Tod ushered her to a seat then he pushed Timmy in and sat next to him. Paulo then got in beside Catherine and her nipples were instantly hard.



The ride started with Tod and Paulo looking at each other and Tod motioning for him to do something. The wheel had gone around once and on the way up the second time Paulo put his arm around the seat behind Catherine. She sat fiddling with her dress in her lap until she felt his fingers pressing in underneath her arm. She then took another breath and held it as she lifted her arm slightly. Then his fingers wriggled in further and his thumb stroked down from above and brushed over her nipple sending sparks through her entire body. His hand then closed over her breast and he started feeling it and massaging firmly.



She looked across at Tod and Timmy staring with their mouths open. Her shoulder strap was hanging down her arm and she lifted her arm more so he could get his hand down underneath her dress.



Paulo felt her bare tit. He squeezed it and rubbed the hard little nipple between his thumb and fingers. She was just staring straight ahead and he was looking down her front. He held her dress out a bit so he could see her tit that time and he tried to rub up her leg with his other hand but she wedged her hands between her legs and stopped him.



Being denied that he concentrated on what he was allowed to do. He liked how hard her nipple was and he pinched it and then jiggled her tit and then pinched it again.



"You're next," Tod said to his brother and Catherine's blush deepened.



"No -- that's okay," Timmy stammered nervously though, and the other two laughed. 



Catherine relaxed back against Paulo and he continued feeling her breast but just softly, and they started laughing and chatting which eased the tension a lot. She just sat quietly enjoying being felt up like that. It wasn't so much what he was doing, but the fact that he was doing it in front of the other boys, and the one she was supposed to be going out with was just watching him do it.



He also continued stroking her leg and she relaxed her hands in her lap and allowed that too. He was just playing with her thigh and the hem of her dress was getting bunched up a bit. His fingers finally touched her panties and she looked down and could see them exposed between her thighs. Tod was glancing down too and Timmy was staring at them. They could see the little pink triangle between her legs and that was making her squirm even more.



The ride finally ended though and she was given back to Tod. He took her on the pirate ship ride again and then he spent the last of his money on a soda and she had to buy her own. It was getting late though and they went back to the marina and got in the boat to return to the island. 



The sea was like glass it was so calm and they cruised out with Timmy driving and Catherine sitting on the front bench next to Tod. He started by feeling her breasts and kissing her then he moved to her ear and whispered, "Can I fuck you again?" 

<hr pg="4" />"What -- now?" Catherine uttered.



"Yeah. It's too dark for them to see anything."



"But how? There's no room," Catherine protested, but she was tingling all over.



"Cut the engine Timmy," he commanded and suddenly it was silent as the boat slowed to a drift. "Lay over the front and let me do it from behind again," he said to Catherine. "I've got a rubber here."



He put the condom in his teeth and started undoing his shirt and shorts. Catherine just turned around and leant over the bow of the boat obediently. The seat was padded and she knelt on that. It wasn't uncomfortable. 



"You have to lick her a bit to make her wet," Paulo said, causing her to blush in the moonlight.



Tod got down on his knees and lifted her dress up over her hips. He then pulled her panties down and stuck his face into her, licking at her pussy and making her squirm even more than on the Ferris wheel. She could feel his tongue darting into her slit and she tilted her hips and presented herself for him while looking back at the other two guys watching. She was in a daze and unable to think clearly. It was all sort of a blur how she got to be there ready to be mounted by one guy while two others watched.



Tod had finished preparations and he got up and stuck his cock in her. It slipped in easily and he got right over her back and started humping her.



Catherine held onto the rail at the front of the boat and braced against his weight while keeping her hips tilted and presenting her opening for him. It was again all about him getting off but she again enjoyed that. He was pounding into her and pulling her body back against his cock and she was looking back over her shoulder at the other two boys watching him. He was then starting to grunt and gasp for breath and his thrusts were getting more deliberate and seemingly deeper. His thighs were pressed against the back of hers and she felt them tense up as his arms firmed and held her in place. Then his body convulsed and she felt his cock throbbing inside of her... It went on and on and she found herself staring at the still water lapping against the side of the boat. It was the third time that day he had been inside of her and he was emptying his balls completely that time.... She just waited until he finished, relaxing as he did, until he lifted from her back and his little cock slipped out of her.



Catherine's panties were around her knees and she pulled them up before turning around to face the other two boys. Timmy looked stunned and Paulo was just grinning at her. There was enough moonlight to see their faces quite clearly and she smiled shyly at them.



Tod tossed the condom into the water and it just floated there with his semen slowly leaking from it. Catherine watched it and felt herself blushing again. It was the third one of those he had filled up inside of her and this one looked as full as the first one did.



"That felt good," Tod puffed. "Did you like it when I licked you?"



"Uh huh..." Catherine uttered. "It was nice."



"What about your knees -- did they hurt kneeling on the seat like that?"



"No -- it was fine," Catherine said shyly looking at the other two boys again. Timmy was still staring blankly at her and Paulo was still grinning.



Tod's breathing was returning to normal and he rested back looking across at his buddy. "She feels really good from behind like that," he said, causing Catherine's blush to fire up again. "She pushes back against you and makes you go in really deep." He squeezed Catherine's knee. "Don't you?"



"Uh huh..." she uttered again.



"So, do you want to try it?" he asked Paulo.



Paulo nodded. "Yeah -- I want to!"



"Can he?" Tod asked Catherine and another hot flush swept through her entire body.



"Okay," she said softly, biting down on her lip.



Paulo then stood up and Tod shifted to his seat at the back. Catherine turned around and knelt on the seat holding onto the bow rail again. Paulo lifted her dress up over her hips and he pulled her pants down. He left her exposed like that while he pulled his own pants down and rolled his ribbed condom on his dick.



"Are you still wet?" he asked.



"I think so," Catherine said softly, and she tilted her hips and braced back as he positioned the head of his cock.



"Yeah, you're still wet," he said, making her blush into the moonlight again. "Are you going to push back making me go in real deep like you did before?" he asked her.



"Yes, I will," Catherine uttered as she felt his cock open her and sink in a bit. "Ouch that's huge!" she cried though as he suddenly pressed forward. "Ahhh.... not too hard," she cried but he was pressed hard against her bottom grinding his cock in deeper than she had ever peen penetrated before.



"Yeah that's nice," he said and he felt up beneath her and found her breasts. He had pulled back a bit and was sliding in and out slowly.



Catherine started to relax and she tilted her hips for him. "Owww," she cried as he ground forward again though.



"Yeah that's it -- lean back on me," he groaned.



"I am," Catherine uttered and she arched her back and presented herself for him. "Ahhh that's so deep," she cried but her orgasm was beginning to build and she kept herself presented to him while his cock probed her deep inside. It wasn't very thick and it was all right until he forced it in that last little bit, but then he seemed to be penetrating another barrier deeper in her belly.



She turned back to him panting. "Do you want to take the condom off?" 



"Yeah okay," he said. "But should I pull out, or what?"



"No -- do it inside me," Catherine panted. "But really deep okay - like you did before."



He pulled out and Catherine saw the condom land in the water in front of the boat. Then she tilted her hips and braced as he sunk back into her. "Owww," she uttered that time. It was an expression of some sort of deep seeded pleasure mixed with pain though, and she ground herself back over the base of his cock while the little bursts of pain melded with the warmth of her burgeoning orgasm. "Do it deep," she said back over her shoulder. "Really deep now..." And the feeling deep in her belly contracted and intensified, and with his cock buried inside of her and poking into her womb her orgasm suddenly exploded and thumped through her body.



"Awe fuck yes!" Paulo groaned as he felt her insides squeeze his cock and start to throb around it. 



He held her hips in place and kept himself buried all the way inside of her while she writhed and ground herself back against him. He held her there and then grabbed her tits and massaged them with one hand while he pushed her dress up over her head with the other.



Catherine held onto the rail with her dress draping around her wrists and her panties around her ankles. The guy on her back was moving again and his dick was harder than before and spearing into her so deep!



"That's it -- keep pushing back on me," he breathed into her hair. "You're so fucking wet now."



"Like that," Catherine uttered as she swayed her back and lifted her hips right up for him. "Do you like me like this?" she asked, wanton beyond any semblance of her usual self. "Owww," she cried. "Ahhhh ... hhh"



"Awe yeah -- here it is," he groaned and Catherine lifted herself up for him even further and held herself there. He convulsed and then lifted up over her back with his cock expanding and poking even deeper inside of her. It then pulsed, and pulsed again, and then she felt the first spurt of semen and she closed her eyes and relaxed back against him as his cock started gushing and gushing inside of her. "Awe yeah!" he said and she looked back at him grinning.



"That feels nice," Catherine uttered. "I can feel you so well without the condom."



Paulo was still blowing in her. He had never cum anywhere near that hard in all his years of masturbating or during the four times he'd had sex before. His cock was still pulsing and he could still feel little squirts going into her as she smiled at him. "I've never felt anything this deep in me before," she said softly. 



"Sorry if it's hurt a bit," he grinned.



"Are you really sorry? I think you're enjoying it," she shot back at him playfully.



He was finally beginning to soften and he pulled back a bit then ground forward once more, and Catherine tilted her hips and presented herself for him in case he wasn't finished. "It's so hot inside you right now," he said curiously. "She's really wet too," he said back over his shoulder to Tod. "She feels amazing doesn't she?"



Catherine rested her head on her arms and relaxed with her bottom still tilted up and presented to him. Her arms were tired and she didn't know how much longer he was going to stay in her. He laid down over her and started humping her body with his cock firming up again quickly. He was right there breathing in her hair. "I think I can cum again really fast," he whispered. "Is that okay?"



"Okay..." Catherine uttered. "Ahh... hhh," she then cried though as he probed deep and ground against her bottom. She could see Tod standing there watching and feeling his cock too. 



He looked to Paulo. "Hurry up man, I want to cum again too."



Paulo started riding Catherine faster. He was fucking her with long strokes and not going all the way in but then he would suddenly grind against her and she could feel his cock poking right into her belly. There was still some pain each time he did that but she could feel how excited it made him and she didn't mind. She just braced back against him and the next time he did it she felt his cock throb and squirt more semen into her... She wriggled hard back against him right then so he could ejaculate as deep in her as he could, and he again seemed to pulse for a long time and squirt lots of cum it into her.



"Come on man," Todd said urgently though and Paulo got up off Catherine's back then Tod took his place. 



Catherine tilted her hips and presented herself for him too, pleased that he was going to be in her without a condom this time. And after thrusting into her for a minute he was still and ejaculating in her as well. "Yeah fuck that's so hot in her without a rubber," he grinned, and Catherine smiled back at him.



"Do you like that?" she uttered sweetly. "Do I feel nice for you like this?"



"You feel fantastic," he said. "I should have cum in you the other times today as well."



"I know... That's what I was thinking before."



Tod was completely spent and his dick had shrivelled up so he put it away. Catherine got up on her knees and slipped her dress back over her head. Her panties were around her ankles and she stepped out of them and picked them up. They were sandy but they were okay when she shook them off. 



"Can I do it too?" Timmy asked anxiously. He had stood up and he was feeling his cock.



"Yeah -- go Timmy!" Tod laughed. "This will be his first," he said to Catherine.



"Can I?" Timmy pleaded with her and Catherine blushed again.



"Okay," she said. "But you have to do it quickly..." The thought of having three mount her one after the other was completely new and exhilarating though.



"I'm ready now. I'm nearly doing it in my pants," he groaned.



"Okay then," Catherine uttered and she turned back around and knelt on the seat. He was getting his cock out and she bent over and held onto the rail, watching back over her shoulder as he got into position behind her.



He bunched her dress up over her hips and she lifted her bottom as he started probing her. She was very wet and he slipped into her easily, then he lay over her back and hugged her body as he started humping her. 



Catherine peered back over her shoulder at the two guys watching being mated. They were silent and Timmy was thrusting and grunting away. He lasted only a few minutes though and then Catherine felt his semen flooding into her. He felt bigger than his brother but she could still feel where Paulo had been so it was difficult to feel him actually throbbing, but she could feel the strong jets of semen gushing from him.



"Is that nice?" she said to him as she rested her head on her arms again.



"Yeah... It feels really nice," he said. "You're really beautiful."



"Thank you," Catherine uttered softly, and she remained there while he enjoyed himself inside of her and he even reached beneath her and felt her breasts.



"Yeah -- that's the way Timmy. Go for it boy!" Tod chuckled.



He was tweaking her nipples like he knew what he was doing and they were so sensitive that Catherine's orgasm threatened to build again. He was also firming again and he began to slowly thrust against her bottom.



"Can I do it twice like Paulo did?" he asked her.



"Uh huh..." Catherine uttered and she lifted and pressed back against him as the warmth flushed over her and her belly started to tingle.



He was certainly bigger than his brother and his cock was stiff and probing in nice and deep, but not too deep. He was actually a very nice size and he was still holding her nipples while he was humping her with a steady rhythm of short, powerful thrusts. 



Her orgasm reignited quickly and just as he pressed up behind her hard and held firm it thumped through her belly, clenching in tune with the powerful bursts of cum shooting from his cock.



She smiled back at him but he was gasping for breath and sweating profusely. He smiled though. "Sorry but I think I squirted a lot of it in you... It felt so good!"



"That's okay," Catherine said. "Are you finished now, or do you want to do it again?" she added playfully.



"No, I think I'm finished now," he answered, quite sincerely. 



He got off her, so she got back up on her knees and fixed her hair. She could feel a trickle running down her leg and she got her panties that she had scrunched in her hand and dabbed at it. The boys were starting the boat and not watching her so she discretely dabbed her pussy too and sat down with her panties pressed between her legs -- kind of sitting on them with her dress out behind so it didn't get wet from their cum.



"So do you do that with lots of guys back home?" Paulo asked.



"No," she replied indignantly. "I've only been with two other guys. My first time was with an older man and then I've had a boyfriend for that last year until we just broke up."



"Oh... so how old are you?" Tod asked.



"Nineteen," Catherine said. "How old are you?"



"I'm twenty and so is Paulo. Timmy's eighteen."



"I'm nearly nineteen!" Timmy declared, smiling at Catherine.



"I'm glad you haven't got a boyfriend right now," Paulo said. "Lucky for us!"



"Maybe, but I hope you've got somewhere better than a boat next time," she challenged.



"We could go up to Foley's tomorrow," Tod suggested.



"Yeah we could take the mattress out of my room if you come over before light tomorrow," Paulo added enthusiastically. "We could take a broom and a mop and clean it up a bit."



"What's Foley's?" Catherine asked.



"It's just an empty house not far from where you're staying," Tod explained. "It's pretty clean already but we can clean it up better."



"And there's a spare foam mattress under my bed that's nearly new, and we can bring some sheets for it," Paulo enthused again. "We could hang out there all day if you want and there's a swimming hole too!"



"Yeah it's like a really clear pond but no one goes there because it's on Foley's land," Tod continued. "Except Foley went missing about ten years ago and no one knows where he is, and since then the place has been abandoned."



"So how far is it?" Catherine asked softly, although she was more so making conversation about it to calm her fluttering heart. The idea of spending all day with them was interesting.



"It's about half a mile past your place," Timmy added. It's in the forest on the way to the cove.



"But should we get some more condoms?" Paulo asked.



Catherine's blush fired up and swept over her at that. She shook her head though. "No you don't need to... But can you bring a pillow so I don't have to lie flat on the mattress please? And maybe some food and drink if we're going to stay there all day."



"Yeah -- have to keep our energy up," Tod chuckled as he climbed up onto the pier.



Catherine waited until all three of them were up there then she retrieved her panties from between her legs and found them to be soaked, so she stuffed them into her purse. She then climbed up onto the pier with the breeze blowing up her dress and feeling quite cool against her wet pussy.



Tod and Paulo walked ahead jostling each other and laughing and carrying on while Timmy walked quietly beside her carrying the stuffed giraffe he had won. When they got to the end of the pier they waited until Catherine caught up.



"So, what time tomorrow?" Tod asked her. "We'll wait for you on the road just past your house."



"Maybe about ten," Catherine suggested. "But where should I go?"



"Just turn left at your gate and walk up the road and we'll be waiting," Paulo said with a big grin. "What should we bring for you to eat?"



"I usually just have fruit for lunch, or maybe a sandwich..."



"Okay -- see you tomorrow," they both said and walked off up the street.



Timmy was still standing there though. "Can I walk you home?" he asked politely.



"Sure..." Catherine said and he smiled.



"But wait one minute okay? I have to go to my house right there and get my camera."



He ran into the first house on the street opposite the pier and came running back out after a few seconds. He was back puffing with a camera in his hand in no time.



"Can I take your photo please?"



Catherine posed with the giraffe and he snapped a few shots.



"Happy now?" she asked as they set off up the hill towards her house, and he nodded and smiled his thanks again.



"You shouldn't walk alone at night. Not even around here," he suggested. "Not if you're a girl."



"That's true. It's nice of you to walk me."



"Oh I don't mind. I'm not like my brother."



Catherine giggled. "He's okay..."



Timmy shrugged at that. "I hope it was all right what happened on the boat."



"It was all right," Catherine answered softly. "It was nice..."



"Even with me?"



"Yes of course with you!"



Timmy's smile broadened. "This is for you, don't forget," he said proudly and he held out the stuffed giraffe. "But I'll carry it until we get to your house..."



"Okay. Thank you," Catherine smiled. He really was cute, and it seemed just a very nice, very simple minded boy.



"You know -- I'm ready to do it again now if you want."



Catherine giggled. "That sounds nice Timmy but I think that's enough for one night... You each did it to me two times already!"



"I know, but I wanted to do it to you again."



"Well you can tomorrow," Catherine said softly.



"But I have to work tomorrow -- in the morning for Manny, then for my dad and then for your dad."



"But there isn't even anywhere to do it," Catherine tried. He was very determined and she had to give him credit for that.



"There's somewhere over there," he said, pointing off towards the sound of the waves crashing ashore. "Just past the dunes there's a barbeque and a bench seat. You could lay over the table and I could do it to you like that."



Catherine felt another blush sweep over her at the thought. "Well how far over there?" she asked with her legs tingling and feeling sort of weak all of a sudden.



Timmy took her hand and led her off the road. "Just over here," he said, and she stumbled out of her sandals and picked them up as she was dragged along.



He led her over a few sand dunes to a small grassy park with a shelter and barbeque. There was a park bench under the shelter and he took her over to it and released her hand. Catherine looked around but there was no sign of life and no lights or anything in sight. There was just the moonlight, the warm salty air and the sound of the waves crashing ashore. 



Timmy was behind her. He was right there at her shoulder and she could feel the heat from his body against her back. "Just bend over the table because I know what to do now," he said, causing her blush to fire up and her legs to weaken again.

<hr pg="5" />She leant forward and rested with her elbows on the table. He had his pants down and his penis was standing directly upright. He lifted her dress up over her hips and she arched up for him as he positioned the head against her pussy lips. "Just gently," she said as she felt it sticking a little. She was tacky from where their cum had dried but when he pulled the head of his cock back out it was wet and it slid back in easily. 



That time he slid about half way in before her pussy lips gripped, and when he pulled back out he drew enough juice to make her quite slick. He then rocked forward and plunged fully into her while Catherine moaned a little and looked back over her shoulder at him.



He grinned. "It's really hot inside you, like Paulo said."



"Is it?" Catherine uttered. "Is it nice for you?"



"Yeah... It feels much better than when I do it with my hand."



"Does it?" Catherine enticed. He was thrusting and pumping into her and she was experiencing a resurgence of that deep seeded orgasm from before. 



"Yeah and it's better because I usually make a mess everywhere," he panted. "It's much better squirting it in you."



"Uh hmmm," Catherine moaned softly and she lifted and pressed herself hard over the base of his stiff cock. He then grabbed her breasts and started humping her with his hips, just rolling them and grinding it into her. 



"I'm going to do it now," he gasped. "I'm going to squirt in you!"



"Okay," Catherine said, reaching back and grabbing hold of his neck. She arched her body and tilted her hips, pressing back against him so he could ejaculate inside of her nice and deep. Her orgasm had built a little but it was a long way off so it was just about accepting his cum. "Squirt it in me," she whispered to him, smiling to herself as she used his own words.



"Okay... Here it comes," he panted and then he bucked and she rode him. She ground herself down over the base of his penis as it pulsed and gushed semen. She was standing upright with her back swayed and her hips flared and he was shooting his load vertically up inside of her. It was hot and the bursts were strong again, and she could feel it flooding her.



He released the arm that was across her breasts and his body slumped form her back. He huffed a little, "whew... that was fun!.. And now there's more of my sperms in you than Paulo's or Tod's."



"There sure is," Catherine giggled. "There's lots more of your sperm than theirs." He was still up her and she rested back on her elbows on the table, watching him over her shoulder.



"You're very wet in there now," he went on curiously. "It's like milk inside you."



He continued rocking slowly back and forth, sliding into her and then withdrawing almost all the way out. "Where are your pants?" he suddenly asked, grinning again. "I saw them on the Ferris wheel you know?"



"They're in my purse... They're too wet to put on."



"But why are they too wet?"



"Because of all that milk," Catherine giggled. She also pushed him away and stood fixing her dress. "I have to go home now," she said and she led him back to the road with him carrying the giraffe and tucking his pants back in on the way.



As they reached the top of the hill they could see her parents sitting outside on the loungers. She was expecting Timmy to leave her and turn back but he remained walking by her side all the way until her parents looked up smiling. Even then he stood there right beside her smiling back at them.



"Evening!" her dad said with his fake, yet very stern glare, while her mom said "hi" with a welcoming smile.



"Hello," Timmy replied simply. "I brought Catherine home to make sure she was safe."



"Well, thank you," her mom said, and her dad just stared.



Timmy handed Catherine the giraffe. "I'll see you," he said and turned to leave.



"See you Timmy," Catherine returned sweetly. Then she glared back at her dad but he just grinned. "I wish you wouldn't do that," she scolded when Timmy was far enough away not to hear.



"Now come on love -- I'm just having fun," he chuckled.



"He seems nice," her mom ventured sincerely.



"He is nice!" Catherine said. "He's really sweet..." 



She left her parents and went in to the bathroom to clean up. She took her panties from her purse and opened them to find stringy globs of semen soaked into them. She checked under her dress and found that she was just sticky down there but she could see the milky fluid glistening between the lips of her pussy. It was from Timmy just then, she imagined. Or maybe it was a mixture from all three of them, she thought as she blushed a little. She had only ever had semen in her from that man over a year ago and then from Des. And now she had a mixture of semen from three different guys inside of her and one of them had ejaculated in her twice while another of them had done it three times. 



She only had a wash and brushed her teeth. She decided not to shower because she liked the thought of being wet and sticky down there from them. And she crawled into bed hugging her belly and feeling all warm and tingly inside, and she went to sleep picturing the boys carrying a mattress up into the forest in the dark -- a mattress they were intending to set up for her...



*** 4 ***



That night Paulo tossed and turned and woke at four with the sun not yet brightening the eastern horizon. He pulled the mattress out from under his bed and quietly carried it out through the lounge and the front door. Then he hurried along to where Tod was waiting in front of his house with a pillow, sheets and a mop and broom. Timmy had to fish that morning and in the afternoon he had to go across and get his uncle's cabin cruiser, so he was out of the plan. Paulo had also carried a bag of food and Tod had bottles of drink.



The two boys set off down the road fully loaded and they trudged up the hill before detouring around the back of the sand dunes in case Catherine's dad was awake. They emerged just above her house and then trudged on into the forest, reaching Foley's place at dawn.



The house was in good condition. The back door was unlocked and there had been a few parties there over the years but there wasn't much damage done. All the windows and doors were intact too, so the elements of nature had been shut out and so too were the rodents and bugs. The place was just a bit dusty and the boys took turns sweeping all the floors and mopping with water from the laundry. The water supply was gravity fed from the pond up above so it was clean and fresh. There was no electricity though.



"That's not bad huh?" Paulo suggested after they had been sweeping and mopping for an hour.



"Yeah -- good enough... I think we should set up the mattress in the first bedroom, just in there. That way we can have turns taking her in there instead of doing it together out here... She might like it better with just one at a time."



"Yeah, good idea," Paulo agreed and he dragged the mattress into the room they were talking about while Tod brought the sheet and pillow.



It was a small carpeted room and they made the bed up against the wall. Then Paulo crashed on it and went to sleep while Tod went exploring to check the water hole for swimming.



Catherine woke at eight and had breakfast before her mother gave her a shopping list for the grocery store in the village. She showered and picked out a new breezy little floral skirt that she'd bought in town and a matching white lace bra and panty set. She pulled on a cute little lace trim tank top and she was set.



She strolled along enjoying the warm morning sun and feeling rather sexy and naughty in anticipation of going to that house with the boys later. She saw there was lots of activity around the pier though and she decided try out her new skirt in the breeze. 



The pier had two levels. The level where you walked was up to six feet above the water and there was another walkway below that floated on the water surface rising and falling with the tide. As it was at that time of the morning the tide was out and the boats were a full six feet below the rail where Catherine was strolling along.



There were quite a few fishing boats with men cleaning equipment and sorting their catch, and every one of the men looked up at her as she walked slowly past. A few of them whistled or called out a hello darling or something similar, making Catherine blush and smile back down at them. She was walking right next to the rail, and every one of them as she passed could see up her skirt.



"Where ya going?" one old man called out when she glanced down at him.



"Nowhere -- just for a walk," Catherine replied politely and she stopped there and stood holding the rail and watching them cook prawns. 



There were two boys working and two old men smoking pipes. The two men old men could see up the front of her skirt as she stood there. They could both see the front of her panties -- the little white triangle of fabric covering her pussy. She had shaved her pussy in the shower too so there was just the smooth outline of her lips and her slit. 



"Do you want some prawns?" one of them asked.



"Okay... how much are they?"



"Just wrap her up a small bag," he said to one of the boys, and that was done. He then stepped up onto the walkway and handed them up. "Keep your money love," he said with a smile.



Catherine thanked him and blushed a little when his eyes moved to her legs. He was right there beneath her looking directly up her skirt so she did a little pirouette and smiled back as she moved along.



Manny was there as usual so she stopped beside his boat. Timmy was working with him and said hi. Manny stepped up onto the walkway and approached close to where she was standing, stretching his back and then lighting up a cigarette. He leant there against the pier smiling up as they chatted, and Catherine stayed there holding the rail and averting her eyes whenever he looked directly up her skirt. 



He could see the full front of her panties too. He could just discern a little tuft of hair through the lace but otherwise she appeared to be shaved. These seemed to be even more sheer than the panties she was wearing last time and he could definitely see where they were creasing into her slit.



"I have to go," she said sweetly and turned to leave but Timmy climbed up and caught up with her.



"You know you don't have to go up to Foley's with my brother!" he pleaded.



"But they're going to clean it and go to all that trouble, and I said I would."



"I know -- they went really early this morning, but you don't have to... unless you really want to..."



Catherine didn't really know how to respond so she just strolled along quietly.



"But it's okay if you do because I just wish it could be just you and me again but I have to work today..."



"You're not going to get all silly on me are you?" Catherine ventured carefully. "You know we were just having fun and it doesn't mean anything?"



"Yeah I know," he responded, blushing. "It was just fun," he added with a grin. "I... I have to go back to work now."



"Are you okay?" Catherine called after him and he turned back and gave her another big smile.



"I'm okay! I was just being silly for a minute but I understand now.... See you later okay?"



Catherine filled her mother's shopping list and lugged two big grocery bags back over the hill thinking she should have brought her dad's car that was sitting there doing nothing. It was already after ten but she figured the guys could wait for her. She did her nails and fixed her makeup then she considered which bikini to take in case they went swimming. She chose a white one because she felt like wearing white today. Then she slipped off her bra and checked her boobs in the mirror with the tank top, and she tossed it and picked a white one of those too. Her nipples were almost visible through that and she considered wearing it next time she went for a walk on the pier with all the old fishermen. 



She waited until her dad was busy and snuck out so he didn't see her top, and she turned up the road in the direction the guys had told her. They appeared from nowhere as soon as she was out of sight of the house.



"Hi," Tod smiled and Paulo said "Hi," and smiled too.



"Hello," Catherine said sweetly. "Sorry I'm late."



"That's okay," they both said, still smiling. "We've been cleaning the house," Paulo added. "It was pretty clean already though."



"Are you sure it's all right for us to go there?" Catherine asked. "Won't we be trespassing?"



"I guess, but no one cares around here," Tod informed. "Sergeant Pratt doesn't even care when there's parties and we're only going to be quiet and not make a mess or anything."



It was only a short walk until they reached a clearing in the forest. "There it is there," Tod said. It was just a small timber cottage nestled at the base of a rocky ledge. "The swimming hole's up there," Tod added. "I checked it out and it's full and not too cold."



Catherine was ushered into the house and shown an empty kitchen, laundry and living room. "The mattress is in here," Tod said and he took her hand and led her to a hallway and to the first door that was to a small bedroom. "We thought it would be better in here so we can have turns bringing you in one at a time."



"Oh..." Catherine uttered through her blush.



"Is that okay?" Tod went on. "Did you like it yesterday when we all had you or is it better like this?"



"No, one at a time sounds nice," Catherine replied softly.



"Okay -- so I'm going first," Tod said to Paulo and he saw him out of the room and closed the door. 



It was happening faster than she had imagined but that was okay. Catherine stood wringing her hands while Tod took his shirt off. She didn't know whether to undress herself or let him do it.



"I've been thinking about this all morning," he grinned and he stepped close and kissed her. "Your tits look good with this," he added, looking down at her top. Then he felt her, squeezing both breasts and then lifting her top up over them before giving them another squeeze bare. He then kissed her again and felt up under the front of her skirt.



He rubbed her pussy and she caught a breath and held it. Then he reached his other hand under there as well and he pulled her panties down.



She stepped out of them and out of her sandals too. Then he turned her around to face the mattress. "Just kneel on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind again," he said.



Catherine did as she was told. She knelt on the mattress and leant over onto her hands. He got on his knees behind her with his pants down and his penis standing directly upright. He took a bottle of baby oil from a bag there against the wall and poured some into his hand. "I brought this to make it easier," he grinned and he applied it to his penis, lathering it all over. He then lifted Catherine's skirt up over her hips and edged in closer behind her. 



"Just gently at first," she said to him. "Just put it in slowly okay?"



"Okay..." he answered her and he levered his cock down and pressed the head against her pussy lips. It slipped in... "It goes in easy with the oil," he said.



"Uh huh," Catherine uttered, and she rested back against him as he slowly inserted it all the way in. Then he withdrew and then sunk it in again, pressing firmly up behind and grinding against her. "It's okay now," she said back over her shoulder. "You can do it harder now..."



He lowered over her back resting on his hands and knees like she was. His knees were between hers though and she lowered to her elbows so he would have a better angle to penetrate her. He started rolling his hips and humping her with his cock just spearing a few inches in and out of her and his balls rubbing against her clit. "Yeah that feels good," he groaned with his body slapping against her bottom and jolting her now. "Ooh yeah.... you ready for a load?" he gasped into the back of her neck sending goose bumps flittering all over her skin. "You ready for my cum?" he teased her.



"I'm ready for it," Catherine uttered, feeling her blush heat and intensify. "Cum in me," she said to him, gathering herself a little and looking back at his face. "I want it all in me today..."



He bucked and jammed himself in deep. "Awe fuck," he cried and a thick burst of sperm shot into her, followed by another and another, and then the thinner fluid continued gushing from his balls and flooding her. "Yeah that was big fucking load," he groaned, lifting from her and just holding her hips with his cock still inside of her. "Did you feel how big it was?" he grinned.



"Uh huh... It felt like a lot," Catherine said shyly.



"Hmmm really creamed you," he chuckled, looking down at where he was playing in her. "Sure beats using a rubber!"



He pulled out and got up and Catherine rested down on her side tugging her top down and smoothing her skirt into place. He opened the door and called to his friend. "You're up donkey dick!"



Paulo appeared in the doorway and she met his eyes. "Do you want to rest for a while between?" he asked kindly.



Catherine nodded. "Okay..." And she found her panties and pulled them on while both of them stood watching her. There was a dribble of cum running down her leg so she got a tissue from her bag and wiped it with them still watching and grinning like idiots.



"Creamed her good!" Tod chuckled and Catherine shook her head blushing.



"Yes you did!" she said defiantly. She could feel her pussy lips were slimy and mashing wetly together as she moved. And she'd only been there fifteen minutes...



"Should try and keep her creamed up all day," Tod chuckled.



"Sounds like fun," Paulo agreed, and Catherine looked up at them both still standing there grinning.



"Fun for who? " she asked pouting. "It's fine for you guys. I'm the one who has to walk around all day with all of your goo inside me down there."



She had approached where they were standing in the doorway and Paulo had a little feel of her nipple. Then he pinched it and twisted and that time she squirmed, hunching her shoulders a little, but he grabbed the other one and did the same. And when he released that time they were bullets poking distinctly at her top.



"Should keep them pointy today too," he chuckled. 



"Yeah, keep her pussy creamed and her tits pointy!" Tod laughed.



Then Paulo pinched them again and twisted. "Owww -- not too hard," Catherine giggled as a warm rush of goose bumps covered her skin.



"Do you like that?" he asked softly.



"Uh huh... It feels nice," Catherine said glancing up at him and at Tod as well. 



"Are you going to go topless for us today?" Tod asked.



"Not in the sun... I don't want to get a tan like that."



"Do you play cards?" Paulo asked her. "We brought some, or we could go swimming."



"What if we go and have a look at the swimming hole and then come back and play cards?" Catherine suggested. "I'd like to see it."



They led her out the back and up a steep rocky trail. Paulo was leading the way and Tod was right behind, teasing her. "You still nice and creamy?" he chuckled, flicking her skirt up.



Catherine ignored him but he grabbed her and felt her breasts. 



"Fuck -- I'm ready to go again," he said. "Give you another load of cream!"



"But it's not your turn," Catherine teased. "It's Paulo's turn to cream me."



He felt up under her top and squeezed her breasts and he grabbed her between the legs with his other hand. Catherine just relaxed back against him while he rubbed the front of her panties. Then he slipped his hand down them and felt her pussy. He rubbed into her with his fingers. "Yeah still nice and gooey," he whispered into her ear. Then he forced her forward against a rock and tore at his shorts and fed his cock in through the side of her panties and up inside of her.



Catherine just held to the rock while he fucked her. He pumped her hard and fast, ramming it into her over and over and then he jammed it up her hard and blew his load. "Awe fuck yeah!" he cried.

<hr pg="6" />"I can feel that again," Catherine uttered, peering back at him. She could feel his cock throbbing and his semen squirting just inside her pussy lips. He was that short in length and she was at an awkward angle for him. She reached beneath and felt the head of his cock still inside of her but it slipped out and warm cum flooded out with it and gushed down her leg. He was grinning and she smiled back at him as she smoothed the crotch of her panties into place. "I'm definitely all gooey again now!"



His cum was running down to her knee and she looked down at it, holding her skirt up a bit. "Wipe it with your dress," he chuckled. "You made me do it so you have to clean it up too."



She dabbed at the trickle with her skirt. "I made you do it..? You virtually raped me that time!"



"Who raped you?" Paulo asked as he jumped down from above.



"He did!" Catherine accused giggling. 



"Yeah -- creamed her again," Tod chuckled. "When are you going to fuck her?"



"When we get back to the house," Paulo declared. "Do you still want to have a look at the swimming hole first? It's just up there," he said to Catherine.



"Okay..." she said, blushing at the offhand way he had declared he was going to have sex with her. It seemed she was going to be serviced whenever they felt like it, or possibly even raped if she protested. Although she had decided on walking out the door that morning that she was going to let them have her whenever they wanted. She only hoped there wasn't going to be any others -- that they weren't planning to invite a bunch of other island boys to have sex with her as well... Though she had actually dreamt of being passed around a barroom full of drunken old fishermen last night.



The trail ended at a clear little pool of water completely in the shade. The boys were throwing stones and she sat on a rock watching them for a while and she scooped some water to wash the inside of her thigh where it was sticky from Tod's cum.



Paulo snuck up behind her when she was doing that and he groped her breasts. He massaged them firmly and she pushed her chest forward against his hands. Then he tweaked her nipples again. He pinched them and twisted and she buried her face into his neck and "Ouch," she cried but he then pulled her top up and leant right over her shoulder and sucked on one of them. He suckled it and soothed it with his tongue then quickly moved to the other one and suckled it as well.



Catherine sat there watching Tod, who was standing there staring at what Paulo was doing. "Fuck these are perfect aren't they?" Paulo grinned up at him. "Look how hard her nipples are," he went on excitedly and he used a finger on each and flickered over them, tickling them and jiggling her breasts.



Then Tod scooped a handful of water and threw it at Paulo, wetting him and Catherine as well. Then Paulo ran after him and tackled him onto the grass where they rumbled each other like a couple of school boys.



Catherine pulled her top back down but her nipples were again like bullets poking at it and she noticed she could actually see their dark texture through the white fabric. She wondered what her father would say if he saw her dressed like that and she smiled to herself at the thought, although there was no way in the world she would be parading around like that at home. She had deliberately gone braless hoping they guys would pay attention though and that seemed to be working out so far. 



She sat there happily watching them wrestle. They were quite rough, doing headlocks and hip throwing each other to the ground. She liked how powerful they both were with the muscles in their arms and thighs straining and flexing, and their rippling shoulders and firm little butts...Well Tod had a firm butt anyway -- Paulo's was a bit flabby but he was every bit as strong, if not stronger.



Catherine found herself swooning a little as she sat there in the shade watching two male animals duelling while one of them had already mounted her and the other one was going to mount and service her as well as soon as they got back to the house... She was the chosen female and it was already wet and gooey between her legs where one of them had taken his pleasure. She was also experiencing a strong urge to ensure they were both kept satisfied in that way... For the time being she was the only female around and if she allowed them to have sex with her whenever they desired a release there would be no need for them to go looking! As long as it was only the two of them, or possibly three if the other boy came back... 



Catherine felt as though she was woman enough to keep them satisfied and they didn't seem to mind sharing her. Plus it was only until the end of the week and she was free to have some fun!



The boys tired of their wresting and decided it was time to go back to the house. They helped her down from some of the larger rocks along the trail and made her feel even more desired and feminine. 



As soon as they got back Paulo took her into the bedroom and led her over to the mattress. "Do you want to lie back on the pillow?" he asked her, and she did that, lying down with her legs bent up and her knees together. He then took off his shirt to reveal his chubby white torso, and when he pulled down his pants his cock was hanging between his legs. It was quite long already and lengthened even more as it flexed.



It was actually quite slender Catherine noticed as he knelt on the mattress. It had firmed up and was sticking straight out but it had an upward curve and the head was quite narrow and tapered almost to a point. 



He lifted Catherine's top and took it off her then he reached beneath and pulled her panties down and off as well. He left her skirt on but lifted it up over her belly then he lay down on top of her working her legs open with his thighs... He held his cock in his hand and worked the head into her gooey pussy then he lay all the way down on top of her and pressed forward inserting it deep inside of her.



"Ahhh..hhh" Catherine uttered immediately, but she spread her legs wide for him as she closed her eyes. "Ooohh that's so huge," she said softly. "It goes all the way into my belly."



"Are you sore from last time?" he asked with concern.



"No. I'm fine."



"You can use your hand to hold me if you don't want it so deep... Another girl did that once."



"How?" Catherine asked curiously.



"Just reach down between us and put your hand around it... It actually feels great for me."



She reached her arm down under his belly and closed her hand around his cock. It was wet and slippery and it slid through and only about half way into her. "Like that?" she asked shyly.



"Yeah like that," he grinned and he kept fucking her like that. She released a few fingers after a bit though and allowed him to go deeper, and as her orgasm built she released him completely and started grinding against him. 



"Owww," she cried but she smiled when he looked at her. Then her eyes rolled back as his cock really hit the spot deep inside of her. "Yeah like that," she uttered and she clung to him and mashed her split open pussy against the base of his shaft. She rubbed and rubbed it against him while his cock probed and ravaged her deep inside. Then she bit into his shoulder as her orgasm exploded and thumped through her belly. 



She kept her legs spread wide and ground against him until the convulsions subsided then she reached down and held his cock again. "Do you want to cum now?" she whispered.



"Yeah I do..."



"Do you want me to do this?"



"Yeah -- hold it nice and firm and just keep still," he said. "Let me fuck your hand and cream you like he did."



Catherine giggled. "Okay -- cream me."



She held his cock in place and they both watched him fuck her hand. He was doing it with long strokes with the head of his cock searing back through her fingers then spearing about four or five inches inside of her. He worked up a steady rhythm and fast pace, sweating and gasping as he neared ejaculation. 



"Are you ready for my cum?" he smiled. "It's close now."



"I'm ready," Catherine uttered, staring fascinated down at her hand and his cock sliding through it.



"Yeah here it is," he gasped and he bucked hard against her fist. "Ooohh yeah," he cried, jiggling and squirming.



Catherine could feel his cock throbbing in her hand and she could feel the jets of semen spraying the inner walls of her pussy in time with each throb. It went on with five or six strong bursts then the underside of his cock kept pulsing as more of his cum gushed into her.



"Mmmm it feels good unloading all that," he smiled with the sweat dripping from his chin down onto his belly. "Nice of you to let us unload in you... You've got such a tight little cunt," he added meeting her eyes.



Catherine blushed deeply at the crudity of what he said. "I like letting you cum in me," she uttered. "It serves my boyfriend right for cheating on me."



He smiled. "Squeeze my balls... Make sure it's all in you," he said, and Catherine reached beneath him again and felt them. She cupped them in her hand and squeezed gently. 



He was still smiling at her. "Are they empty now?"



They were hot and felt heavy to her as she continued softly fondling them. She just smiled back at him.



"That's it -- make sure all that creamy cum is squeezed out of them," he went on lewdly. "You don't mind walking around with it in you, do you?"



"I like you both knowing it's in me." Catherine uttered as she blushed a little deeper. "I like the thought of walking around afterwards and you looking at me and feeling proud of yourself -- knowing that you've done me -- that you've been between my legs and inside of me... I like watching a guy across the room or somewhere, knowing that he's fucked me -- feeling all wet from his cum while he's laughing and joking around with someone else -- seeing him so happy and satisfied..."



He pinched her nipples and twisted them again and she squirmed down further onto his cock. "So that used to be your boyfriend, but he fucked up eh?"



"Yes -- and now it's you and Tod who get to look at me afterwards," she teased. "Do you like the thought of that?"



"Fuck yeah! Especially since you're a cop's daughter... It's going to be awesome watching you go home later knowing you're full of our splooge!.. You're going to take another load later aren't you?"



"Uh huh..."



"Do you want to come and play some cards while that one soaks in?"



"Okay..." she uttered obediently. Then he got up and fixed his clothes so she pulled on her panties and top, and she followed him out to the living room in a bit of a daze.



Tod was lying on the floor with his eyes closed but he sat up. "She creamed up again?" he chuckled.



"Yeah -- she's got both our loads in her now... Haven't you?" Paulo grinned back at her as he took a drink from a bottle of water.



"Yes..." Catherine answered. "I've got both of your loads of cum in me so I hope you're pleased with yourselves!" she added playfully.



Paulo offered her the bottle. "Yeah feels good having empty balls, doesn't it Tod?"



"Makes me sleepy though," Tod answered with a yawn and he lay back down and closed his eyes.



Paulo got the cards out and he and Catherine sat on the floor and played a few hands of euchre. He was a nice enough guy and had lots of questions about her life and where she was going to college. His day to day existence seemed pretty simple. He did a bit of work for his father at the fishermen's bar. His father owned it and he did a few shifts a week in the kitchen, but only as many as he needed to. Then when his father was at work serving the bar every night he and Tod usually sat around the house watching videos from his dad's extensive porno collection... His mother had taken off years ago.



"So that's where you get your crude language from!" Catherine accused. "From porno movies!"



Paulo shrugged. "Maybe..."



"And that's what this 'creaming me' stuff is all about?"



"Creampie Gangbang volumes one to six," he grinned. "Volume five has got midgets and this hot blond girl that looks a bit like you."



"Ohhh yuck!" Catherine cried. "I'm not one of your porno stars!"



"No but you're hot!" he shot back.



"Thanks," Catherine said blushing a little again.



"Hot looking and hot on the inside as well," he smiled. "Especially deep inside there," he added glancing down at her legs and he reached across and lifted the front of her skirt. "How's that creampie going now?"he grinned, lowering her skirt again.



Catherine just shook her head blushing and smiling to herself.



"What -- is that too crude?" he asked, a little playfully but adding more sincerely. "Do you want me to stop talking like that?"



"No..." Catherine uttered. "I like it but I just don't know what to say sometimes."



"Yeah, well that's okay... It's not hot at all when girls are too crude if you asked me... A little bit's okay but not too much."



They played a few more hands then Catherine asked, "do you want to go for a swim?" 



She actually felt sticky between the legs and she wanted to swim in her underwear to clean them. Paulo agreed and they snuck off and left Tod sleeping.



Paulo was again helping her up over some of the big rocks along the trail. They only brought towels and he carried hers for her. When they got to the swimming hole he stripped his shirt and dived in then surfaced to watch her.



Catherine undid her skirt and stepped out of it. Then she lifted her top and dropped that on her towel too. Which left her standing there in her panties and with her arms crossed over her breasts.



"What about them?" Paulo asked.



"I have to wear them because they're sticky and they need a wash," she explained.



"Sticky huh! From our cum?"



"Yes -- from your cum," Catherine answered defiantly as she checked the water with a toe.



He grinned. "You know we're going to have to re-do your creampie again after this don't you?"



"Yes, I know..." Catherine said with feigned disinterest as she slipped into the cool water and floated to the middle. "I'm looking forward to it," she teased.



"Me too," he responded though and he drifted over behind her.



Catherine relaxed back into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. His hands then swept up her sides and cupped her breasts. He squeezed them and pinched her nipples. He pinched hard and twisted... "Ahhh..hhh," she cried and he released and massaged her from beneath letting the cool water sooth them.



"You ready again?" he whispered.



"Uh huh..." Catherine uttered, then he pinched her nipples hard again and twisted until she cried out. "Owww... oooh... not too much..."



"Do you want to take your panties off now? I'll throw them on the towel and they can dry out there." He was pulling them down as he spoke and Catherine let him do it. He lifted them out of the water and scrunched them up and tossed them over onto the towels. 



Then he turned her to face him and she rested against him with her head going back to his shoulder as he felt down and cupped her pussy. He rubbed between her lips with his middle finger and then forced it up into her. He swirled it around. "Yeah -- you're still full of splooge... It's all hot and juicy in here." 



He kept his finger in her and started rubbing her with the palm of his hand making Catherine grind down against it. He was rubbing hard against her clit and after a minute or two she felt a little orgasm sparking up.



"Do you like that?" he grinned. "You like the finger do you?"



"Uh huh," Catherine uttered. "Just like that, I do."



He kept it up and twisted a nipple again, making her cry out and intensifying the surge of her little orgasm. He then switched to the other nipple and instead of pinching it he sucked it and that sent Catherine over the edge. 



The mini-climax ripped through her and had her squirming and grinding down on his hand while he continued sucking on that one nipple. A moment later the contractions had ended though and she wriggled away from his finger. "I get too sensitive afterwards," she said shyly.



"So you came?' he asked curiously.



"Uh huh... And did you learn to do that from your porno movies too?"



He laughed. "Probably!"



"Well it felt nice," she added softly as she rested back against him again.



"Are theses sensitive afterwards too?" he asked as he pinched her nipples softly.



"A little bit... But I like you playing with them." 



They floated there chatting for a while longer before deciding they were hungry and wanted lunch. Catherine got to her towel quickly and covered up. It felt strange being completely naked outside. Her panties were still damp though, so she just put on her top and skirt. Paulo took the towels though so that left her carrying them in her hand and he kept looking at them.



"Don't try and hide them," he chuckled. She had them scrunched in a ball. "Show me."



Catherine handed them to him and he felt them and handed them back.



"If you don't wear them after we cum in you does it run down your leg?"



"A little bit."



"And if you do wear them afterwards they end up all soggy and you have to sit in our cum?"



"I was when we were playing cards before," she told him. "I was sitting in your cum and Tod's but I didn't mind until it started feeling sticky... I like feeling wet from where you've been in me but not sticky."



He caught her hand and pulled her close where he was leaning back against a rock. "Are you still too sensitive?" he asked and he lifted her top and pinched a nipple.



"No -- I'm fine now," Catherine uttered. Then he felt under the front of her skirt and worked his middle finger into her slit. He then held her head close to his chest and forced his finger up into her.



He withdrew it and used her juices to make her pussy lips wet then he inserted it again and swished it around inside of her.



"Still feels like you're full of our cum..." He withdrew again and rubbed the hot juice into the length of her slit and he found her clit and wet that as well, rubbing it with his finger and playing with it. "Does that feel nice and wet again now?" he asked.



"Yes," Catherine smiled shyly. He had released her and she pulled her top back down to cover her breasts while she could feel the air cool against her wet pussy.



"I'm going to have to cream you properly again soon though," he chuckled. "My balls are starting to fill up and feel heavy."



"Do they really?" Catherine asked curiously. "Do they really feel heavy?"



"Just watching you and touching you makes them fill with cum... I'll need another release soon."



"You can release in me again," she said softly. "If they feel full and uncomfortable you can have me again whenever you need to..."



"Let's have some lunch first and then I'll fuck you on the mattress again," he smiled. "Let them fill up a bit more so I can do a bigger creampie in you."



"Okay," Catherine giggled as he grabbed her waist and tickled her. "You can creampie me again after lunch then, but I'm going home at about two so don't miss out!"



When they got back to the house Tod was just waking up and they shared the fruit and sandwiches and played some more euchre. They made Catherine hang her panties on the door handle to dry so she was sitting on the floor modestly keeping her thighs together all the time. "These are dry now," Paulo said as he checked them. He then brought them over and sat across from her. "Maybe we should hang onto them for a while though?" he said to Tod and he put them on the floor between them.



"Yeah it's fun looking up her dress without them," Tod grinned as he played his card.



Catherine just shook her head blushing as she played her card.



"Do you like us looking?" Paulo asked mildly.



"I don't know..." she answered evasively.



He leant over on his side so he was closer to her and he felt her nipple, pinching it and twisting a bit.

<hr pg="7" />Catherine realised they were about to have her again. She was about to be fucked by both of them.



Paulo stroked down her side and then from her knee up her thigh, smoothing around behind it and feeling her pussy. "Is this ready for another creampie?" he asked as he felt in between her lips and rubbed into her a little.



Catherine looked at them both. "I have to go after this though..."



"I'll go first this time," Paulo said and Tod nodded that was okay. He then stood up and took Catherine's hand. He had her panties in his other hand as he led her to the bedroom and he put them on her bag that was still in there.



Catherine lay back on the mattress peering up at him. He pulled his shirt off and stepped out of his pants. His cock was halfway firm and sticking out from his body. He knelt beside her and felt in between her legs, feeling into her slit with his fingers and finding a trickle of her juices that he used to wet her pussy lips. "That juice is from you," he said to her.



"Uh huh..." Catherine uttered. "I can't help it sometimes."



He got between her legs and lowered to her, gathering another trickle of lubricant with the head of his cock and sliding it into her. Then he lay down on her and started humping back and forth, pressing a little further into her each time. She spread her legs as he did that and she was lifting to press against each of his forward movements. Her eyes widened when he bottomed out inside of her and he smiled. "You ready?" he teased.



"Yes..." she uttered and he pressed forward harder. "Ahhh..." she cried and she gripped the pillow above her head and braced for him. "Ahh...hhh... don't stop," she breathed. Owww... Owww... Ooohh...Oooohhh," she cried and then moaned as he fucked her deep and firm. 



There were tears in her eyes but she was grinding hard over the base of his cock and he kept up a steady rhythm of firm, deep, penetrating thrusts, and she moaned and clawed at his back and finally she convulsed into orgasm just as he lost it and started blowing his load into her.



Her tight little pussy was gripping and milking him, with the narrow tapered head of his cock poking through her cervix and pumping his sperm directly into her womb. Then she began to relax, and when his cock stopped pulsing he sat up and pulled out. But he remained sitting there with his balls pressed against her pussy, and he started playfully slapping her quivering belly with his cock as she lay there panting.



"Wow that was different," he said as she collected herself a little and looked at him sitting there.



"It was nice," Catherine offered in reply. 



"You came so fast though..."



"I know... It hurt but it was like really good pain," she said, giggling a little. "Oh my God..."



"I don't think I did much of a creampie though. I think I pumped my load straight into your belly!"



"Uh huh..." Catherine agreed. Then she blushed a little and smiled. "It's like you're trying to get me pregnant."



His face changed. "But you said we don't need condoms..."



"No -- I'm just teasing," she went on playfully. "I should be fine this week but I like you both trying."



Paulo just looked at her flat belly, still quivering a little, and he imagined his sperm swimming around in there. He was sitting with her legs bent up over his and his balls were still pressed against her hot little box. The head of his cock almost reached her belly button as it rested there on her and he pictured how deep inside of her he had just dumped his load. 



He lifted back over her and parted her legs with his thighs. "I'm going to put another load just inside," he said. Then he inserted the head of his cock back into her. "This one's just to make you nice and sloppy for Tod," he grinned. "Do you like being sloppy?"



"Uh huh... I like it," she uttered softly. Then her blush deepened. "You can have me as many times as you want."



"Hold me with your hand like before then. It will make me cum faster," he said to her.



Catherine got up onto an elbow and reached down to hold him. She closed her hand around his cock and held it in place while he fucked her again. The tapered head was coming all the way out and through her hand then spearing back inside of her. He was sweating and panting and it took a long time but he finally thrust hard and held firm while his cock throbbed and gushed more semen into her. 



"Yeah -- there it is," he smiled and she cupped his balls and held them, smiling shyly down at what she was doing. "Mmmm there's some cream for you," he said, meeting her eyes. "You're a little fucking cum bucket aren't you?"



Catherine blushed at his crudity again. "Uh huh... I'm a cum bucket," she uttered. "I am this week anyway!"



"Do you want me to send Tod in now?" he went on teasingly. "Do you want more?'



"Yes, I want more," Catherine said as she closed her legs and sat up a bit.



Paulo pulled his shirt on then used her panties to clean his cock. He wiped the length of it and dried his balls. "You're up Tod," he called out the door and Tod appeared. 



Paulo left and Tod closed the door. Catherine turned over and got on her hands and knees. He smiled. "You're learning..." And she smiled back over her shoulder at him as he got into position behind her.



"I learn fast," she said to him with her confidence soaring. "Are you going to cream me?"



He sunk his little cock in and started humping her. "Yeah I'm going to cream you all right! Feels good after that sleep and I'm going to fill you up with goo now."



Catherine closed her eyes and lowered to her elbows, tilting her hips and giving him full access. She just stared at the pillow while her body was jolted and his cock pistoned in and out of her. Then when he was ejaculating she bit down on her smile and wriggled back against him, enjoying the feel of more semen being injected into her tight young pussy - enjoying the thought of his sperm mixing with the other male animal's sperm inside of her. 



Then after he got up off her back she fixed her top and skirt and pulled on the panties Paulo had used to clean his dick. And she walked back down the road towards the village with them jostling and teasing each other, obviously happy with themselves and completely satisfied. 



She walked in a bit of a daze though, with her pussy lips mashing together, slimy and gooey with their hot cum sopping the crotch of her panties -- and with the daze that she was drifting within being a sense of carnal pride at being the female they had chosen to empty their ball into.



"How's our creampie going?" Paulo teased, pulling her to his side.



"It feels nice," Catherine uttered, looking up at him, and then her blush deepened as she whispered. "I hope they'll be okay now until tomorrow..." 



"You hope what will?"



"Your balls," she whispered again. "I hope they don't feel so heavy and full now."



The boys left Catherine just before her house and they detoured around the back of the sand dunes and continued on to the village. She snuck inside with her arms folded across her breasts and her dad didn't see from his lounge chair that her nipples were hard and poking at her top.



She closed her bedroom door and sat on the bed. Then she lifted her skirt and checked down the front of her panties... There were some globs of cum in the crotch of them and between the tender pink folds of her pussy there was a milky fluid again. Her outer-lips were a bit puffy and slightly pink while her inner- folds were saturated and a fleshy red colour. She parted her folds and the milky fluid pooled between them as a thick glob of congealed semen oozed out and filled her slit.



She flopped back on her bed holding her belly and feeling all warm and tingly inside again. She was planning to catch the 3pm ferry across to do some more shopping but instead she closed her eyes and didn't wake until her father knocked on the door. 



"Yes dad," she called out sleepily and he poked his head in with his eyes flashing down to her breasts.



Catherine folded her arms quickly. "What is it dad -- what do you want?"



"We're going now. That's all... Are you going out tonight?"



"No I might just have a bath and read my book... Where are you guys going though?"



He checked over his shoulder that her mother wasn't listening. "I'm not actually sure," he whispered. "That young guy Timmy said he knows a good restaurant up the coast, so it's a bit of pot luck at this stage."



"Okay -- well have fun!" Catherine smiled.



"All right then..."he said and his eyes flashed down to her folded arms again as he closed the door.



Catherine checked her top and blushed a little as she noticed again how see-through it was. Even though her nipples were soft they were easily visible through the thin white fabric. She remembered the reaction of the boys earlier though and she smiled to herself about that, although her nipples were a bit tender from being pinched and twisted so much.



They felt much better after soaking in the bath for an hour though. Then she had some dinner and took her book to bed. It was after midnight when she heard her parents sneaking in and her next conscious thought was when she woke to the sun beaming in the window, and wondered what she was going to do with her day.



*** 5 ***



She had promised to meet the guys at the house at ten but she also wanted to get across to town and check out some shops she had seen the other day. First thing was to do some washing though because she was running out of clean clothes.



She found her dad in a very good mood, whistling and smiling and her mom was glowing. She had no desire for any details of what they had been up to though and her dad just gave a shrug and said, "Fine! Your loss..." which was kind of intriguing.



"Well where did you go then?" Catherine asked curiously.



"No... not telling now," he chuckled. "You're going to have to find out for yourself."



"But how can I if you won't tell me?" Then she turned to her mother. "Where did you go mom?"



She smiled too. "I'm out of this... Sort it out with your father."



She turned back to her father and glared at him but he wasn't going to budge. "Have you gone mad? Where did you go?" she implored.



"Ask Timmy," he said, offhand like. "He'll show you."



"What?.. Timmy?" 



"I think he said he'd drop by around midday didn't he love?"



Her mother glanced up from her magazine. "Yes, after he finishes work this morning." 



"What -- he's dropping by here to see me?" Catherine asked, beyond confused. "What are you two going on about?"



Her dad grinned. "I'd be here around midday if I were you." He then turned back to his newspaper and had a sip of coffee. "If you want to find out where we went last night that is..."



"You've both gone nuts!" Catherine said and she took her washing basket out to the laundry. That was a small room on the end of the garage with an old fashioned twin-tub washing machine requiring her to stand around waiting to move her clothes from the wash tub to the spin dryer. 



It was already ten thirty by the time she had hung her washing out and gone to the grocery store for her mother again, and Tod and Paulo were waiting for her along the road when she had dropped off the groceries and continued up towards the forest. They had a bag each with food and drink, and they were both grinning like fools again as she approached. 



"I've only got half an hour," she said. "I can't stay for lunch today." 



"That still gives us some time," Paulo said to her warmly as he looked her over making her blush.



She had picked out a short sundress for today and she had taken her bra off after she got back from the grocery store. Paulo lifted it up at the back as they walked along but she brushed it down and glared back at him. "You have to wait till we get there!"



"Do you want to go first?" Tod asked Paulo.



"Yeah -- it's my turn to go first today. You can go sloppy seconds this time."



"You guys are so disgusting!" Catherine smiled through her blush.



"That's because we've both got really, really full balls again this morning," Paulo whispered to her. 



"Yeah... swinging low they're so full," Tod chuckled and he did an exaggerated bow legged walk along in front.



"Looks like you shit yourself," Paulo laughed and he grabbed him in a headlock and the two of them started jostling and carrying on again.



Catherine just walked along quietly watching them and feeling her belly get warmer and warmer as they approached the house. She pictured their balls being swollen and full to the point of bursting and soon she was going to be carrying their huge gooey loads in her pussy and deep inside too. She blushed to herself as she hoped there would be a lot. She had on a tiny pair of thong panties she had bought to please Des. They were see-through and just a little triangle of mesh really. She wondered how it was going to feel with them after they had emptied those big heavy balls in her.



As soon as she walked into the house Paulo moved behind her and she leant back into him as he felt her breasts. He massaged softly and found her nipples then he pinched them and she squirmed as she felt his cock flex against her bottom. "We better get started if we've only got half an hour eh," he said to Tod. Then he slipped up under Catherine's little dress and felt all the way up to her breasts again.



That hiked her dress up in front and showed Tod her panties, and he grinned as he stared at them. "Fucking hurry up then!" he said. 



Catherine could already feel her pussy lips squishing together as she was led into the bedroom. She sat down on the mattress and watched Paulo take his shirt and shorts off. He then knelt beside her and she lay back and braced as his hand went up her dress and between her legs.



"Your cunt's wet already," he said as his finger slipped around the edge of her panties and up inside of her. "Has someone already fucked you this morning?"



"No... not yet," Catherine uttered. "I'm just ready for you guys..."



He got between her legs and lifted her dress up over her belly. "These are nice," he smiled, rubbing her pussy through her little panties that time. Then he took hold of his cock and placed the head against them. "Do you want me to do it with them on?"



"Uh huh..." Catherine uttered. "If you want to."



He lifted the edge and peeled them aside, all the while looking down at what he was doing. Then he pressed the head of his cock against her dripping little slit and it opened and he sunk into her. "Do you want it deep or creamy?" he grinned.



"Deep please," she smiled back at him.



"Okay -- deep it is then," he said and he lifted her legs and hooked them over his arms. Then he moved forward pinning them to her chest and he sunk his cock all the way in.



Catherine contained her squeal that time. "Oh God that is so.... Ohhh..hhh," she moaned as he started fucking her. And she clung to the pillow above her head and bit down on her squeal as his cock speared into her, poking right into her belly again. She held on with the pain merging with pleasure and her orgasm building fast and thumping through her body even harder as she was pinned down like that.



He held firmly up her until her contractions eased then he started fucking her deep and slow, building his own pleasure and filling his balls nice and full. Then he smiled down at her. "You ready?"



"Uh huh..." Catherine giggled. "I'm ready."



Then he closed his eyes as his face contorted, and he held firm but not all the way in her as his cock jumped and started pulsing. "Awe fuck yes!" he cried and his eyes opened and rolled back in his head. Then he looked back down at where they were joined and he pulled back a little further and held there with his face still contorting and his cock still pulsing. "Mmmm that's such a huge fucking load," he groaned. Then he pulled back further and his cockhead squeezed out still dribbling cum.



He had released Catherine's legs and she lay with them limp and still spread wide.



Tod opened the door. "Time's up man," he said and he came in. Paulo then got dressed while he got undressed. 



Catherine lay there peering up at them with her knees together but her feet still wide apart. They were both looking under her legs at the cum leaking out of her slit with her little panties still scrunched aside, and Tod's cock was visibly expanding and getting stiff. 



She waited until Paulo had gone and she turned over onto her hands and knees. Tod then lifted her dress up over her hips and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then he mounted her and stuck his cock in. He went at her hard and fast and within a few minutes he was jammed against her blowing his load... 



She could feel him pulsing and the thick slurps of semen flooding her. And she rested there on her knees and elbows while he poked around in her for a bit longer.



"Yeah -- creamed you again," he said, grinning with satisfaction. "Might have to start charging for all these pies we're giving you."



"Charging me? Shouldn't it me charging you guys for letting you do it to me?"



"Well I've got some buddies who would pay... We could set up a proper gangbang and let them all unload in you. Give you a really messy creampie." He was standing fixing his shorts.



"No thanks," Catherine replied. "I wouldn't like that and I'd rather it was just you and Paulo... Plus I'm messy enough already," she added with a giggle. She had pulled her panties back up and they were instantly soaked and glued over her pussy. She plucked at them trying to adjust and make them more comfortable. "I can't believe how wet just the two of you make me." 



"Why don't you come back later and we'll give you another creamy?"



"I don't know if I can but I'll try."



"Even tonight?" Paulo suggested, stepping into the doorway and handing Tod the drink bottle. "You wouldn't want us going to bed tonight with blue balls would you?"



"No... I wouldn't want that," Catherine giggled. "I'll try to come back so you can empty them in me again."



Paulo took hold of her from behind and felt up under her dress again. He tweaked her nipples while Tod looked down at her little sexy panties. He chuckled. "Man look how fucking creamy she is this time!"



"Don't!" Catherine uttered and she covered her panties with her hand while Paulo twisted her nipples again making her squirm back against him. "Mmm..uhhh you make them sensitive doing that," she cried. Then he lifted her dress up over them and she reached back putting her arms around his neck while they looked at her body.



"Her panties are totally creamed," Tod said to Paulo. "Have a look."



Paulo looked down over her shoulder and Catherine arched her body forward so he could see them. They weren't only pasted to her now, the cum was oozing through the mesh. He felt her tits again but just massaged them without hurting her nipples. "We creamed you good this time didn't we?" 



"Uh huh... and I like it with these panties," she uttered.



"You can see her cunt through them," Tod said. "Our cum's oozing out of it man."



Paulo released her and went around in front to have a better look. Catherine's tugged her dress from above her breasts and lowered it to her waist but she held it there while they examined her.



"Can you see her crack," Tod went on. "Is that your fucking goo or mine?"



"I think it's from both of you," Catherine said softly."I think it gets all mixed inside of me and there's so much of it that it wets me like this."



"But you love it don't you?" Paulo teased as she lowered her dress.



"I didn't know anything about it until you guys... I didn't even think about any creampies or anything... It never happened like this with my boyfriend because it was just him, and he wasn't trying to do me every five minutes like you guys."



Paulo had another feel of her breasts.



"You coming?" Tod asked him.



"Yeah..." 



He felt her nipple through the fabric. "We're going for a swim but we'll see you tonight?" 

<hr pg="8" />"I'll try," Catherine assured him.



"These will be nice and full again for you by then," he grinned as he grabbed his balls lewdly. "Come up and we'll send you back to daddy nice and sloppy like you are now." 



He took off after Tod and Catherine was left to trudge home alone feeling more used than admired this time. She stopped to wipe her legs with some tissues before she got to the house. And when she peeled her sexy little panties off in the bathroom they were absolutely soaked and she was still oozing thick gooey semen. 



She washed her legs with a warm cloth and dabbed at her pussy, just wiping her outer lips but leaving her soft inner-folds soaked in their cum. It was still nice to have it inside of her...



She then picked out some pretty cotton panties and went out to the door where Timmy was waiting.



"Hi Catherine. Do you want to go somewhere?" he grinned excitedly.



Her dad was there grinning as well. "Okay, let's go," she said and she walked off with Timmy hurrying to catch up. 



He was chattering away as they walked and he tried to hold her hand but she pulled hers away. The idea of holding his hand while she was full of his brother's cum struck her oddly and she found herself walking a good distance away from him. 



She was quite curious to see what all the fuss was about though, and when they got to the pier he led her down the first ramp past the police boat and he presented her with a glistening white 36 foot sports cruiser. 



"Oh my God!" she cried as he ushered her aboard and directed her below deck where she found a fully equipped stainless steel galley with carved wooden and leather lounge and dining, a marble and mirrored bathroom and a plush master bedroom suit trimmed with satin. "Oh my God!" she grinned, dumbfounded as she sunk into a couch. "Timmy where did you get this? Who owns it?"



"It's my uncle's but he's going away on vacation so I'm allowed to use it this week. But Tod's not allowed because he hasn't got a licence."



"Wow... No wonder my dad wanted me to see it... It's so beautiful."



Timmy was grinning proudly. "But this isn't it... This is just the boat," he declared.



"This isn't the surprise? This is what you drove them in last night isn't it?" 



"Yeah but now I have to take 'you' where I took them... Your dad said you'd love it."



"My dad said?.. You mean dad told you to come and get me and take me somewhere?"



He nodded gleefully.



"In this?"



"Yeah -- are you ready?.. You can see my licence if you want because your dad checked it."



"I'll bet he did," Catherine laughed. "You're really going to take me cruising in this?.. But where are we going? I didn't bring anything!"



He led her back up the stairs to what looked like an airline cockpit. There were panels of switches and gauges and white leather seats. There was a police woman starting up the small police cruiser and she smiled over. "Hello Timmy! Where are you off to this morning?"



"Hi Sergeant Pratt! This is my friend Catherine but it's a secret so I can't tell you."



"Hi!" Catherine called out to her and she waved and backed out to zoom away.



Timmy had started the engine and he carefully guided the massive vehicle back clear of the walkway then he set course for the glistening blue water ahead.



"But where are we going?" Catherine implored of him. She was so excited!



"I told you it's secret," he said. "It's only twenty minutes."



Once clear of the island port and in open water the engine surged. Catherine relaxed back in her seat taking in the beautiful view without the annoying wind and sea spray. It was pure luxury and she started noticing Timmy in a different light. 



"I'm going to join the Navy," he suddenly announced. "I'm going to drive boats in the Navy and I already did the test so it's going to be very soon!"



"Really! That's wonderful!" Catherine enthused. "And you work so hard and the police woman likes you," she went on thoughtfully. "You really are nothing like Tod at all are you?"



"No -- he's lazy... But he's my brother and me and Janelle love him."



"Who's Janelle," Catherine blushed a little, sensing competition.



"She's my sister," he declared smiling. "She taught me all about girls you know!"



"Oh she did, did she?" Catherine laughed. "What did she teach you?"



"How to kiss them," he said offhandedly.



"Your sister taught you how to kiss?.. Eww.."



"No!" he laughed. "Not like that! She just told me how!"



"Oh okay... So who did you practice with? Do you have a girlfriend?"



"No I haven't got a girlfriend yet," he said shrugging miserably. 



"Well who did you kiss?" Catherine went on playfully. "You have to practice!"



"My sister's girlfriend let me," he said shyly. "They were drunk and my sister asked her and she said yes."



"Well that's okay!" Catherine said warmly. "You should tell them to teach Tod."



Timmy didn't respond to that and he became noticeably sullen. Catherine recalled him asking her not to go to the house with his brother and sensed the friction in the situation. He was obviously feeling jealous or protective of her or something. 



They were starting to see lots of pleasure craft though -- yachts and power boats rather than the grimy old fishing vessels at the island. Then up ahead there were people parasailing and jet skiing. "Oh my God where are we?" Catherine cried as a massive hotel and resort complex came into view.



"This is your surprise!" Timmy declared, sparking up again. "Your dad said this is more your speed than the island..."



"Hell yes!" Catherine giggled. "But isn't it for people staying here? It looks like a resort."



"It's The Sands Resort and you have to be a guest to go here but my sister works here and her husband is the boss of the hotel part so I'm allowed."



"Oh, am I allowed too?"



"Yes! I can bring you and I brought your mom and dad. They even went to the night club and danced."



"Oh I want to dance!" Catherine cried. "Can you take me?"



"Yeah I can bring you tonight for dancing," Timmy declared proudly. "Today we can go swimming in the pool if you want."



"Oh I should have brought a bikini though! No one said it was going to be frigging paradise island!"



Timmy chuckled. "We could go shopping for a new bikini. There's lots of shops."



"But I didn't even bring any money! Can we go back for a minute?"



"You can use my credit card," he said earnestly. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and took out his VISA card. "You can go shopping with this..."



"You've got a credit card," Catherine said, dumbfounded again.



"Yeah because I've got lots of money in the bank," he explained.



"Oh?" she smiled. "But I'll have to pay you back."



They were cruising into a marina and he had to concentrate on what he was doing for a minute. He found a free spot and an attendant tied the boat as they pulled in. "Hi Nick," Timmy said and the tanned resort worker guy said hello and gave Catherine a smile.



She was more interested in Timmy though, and when he took her hand that time she allowed it willingly. He led her into a massive shopping complex that had her swooning as she looked starry eyed all about. There were swimwear shops everywhere and she pulled him into one and rummaged through the bikinis picking out a pretty little green coloured one that was way overpriced but cheap compared to the others she'd looked at. There was sunscreen on the counter and she got some of that too.



"You can get changed on the boat," Timmy grinned when they left that shop. His eyes also lowered and swept over her body rather blatantly, and he blushed a little. "If you want to..." he added coyly.



Catherine felt her own blush rise a little at what he was obviously thinking. But she was thinking something herself as he took her hand again. "Okay," she said sweetly but we have to come back and go shopping again later!"



"Okay! Any time you want I can bring you," he assured as he led her back towards the cruiser. "And if you want to use my VISA card you can!"



"But it's not for free Timmy... Every time they swipe it you have to pay the money back. With interest!"



He just shrugged and smiled down at her. "I know but you're really beautiful so I don't mind."



"Oh Timmy..." she uttered. "That's so sweet... Thank you."



She would of course repay him for the credit she had used on his card but he was such a cute and kind hearted guy. And she could see the absolute adoration in his eyes as he looked at her. And apart from an occasional flash of unbridled desire he always looked her in the eyes.



"Are you coming down?" she asked demurely as he stopped on deck at the top of the stairs.



He grinned. "Can I?"



"Uh huh..." Catherine uttered, glancing back over her shoulder as she stepped down into the lounge and galley. She put her shopping bag on the couch and turned to face him. "Can you close the door please?" she asked. "Unless you want everyone else to see," she added with a giggle.



"No -- I don't want 'anyone' else to see!" he said and quickly pulled the door closed and turned back swallowing dryly. 



His eyes then settled on her body and she undid the buttons at the back of her dress and slowly lowered it. There was a bulge in the front of his shorts and it lifted as she watched it. She stood with her dress at her waist and her breasts bare for him and his erection lifted and firmed like a hydraulic switch had been flicked on.



"Sorry," he said, covering it with his hand but also inadvertently squeezing it.



"That's okay..." she said sweetly. "There's something I wanted to do anyway... It's something I haven't done for Tod or Paulo."



He smiled again. "What is it?"



She stepped out of her dress and approached him in her little cotton panties. It felt strange being the one to initiate things like this but it was nice for once and he was so sweet and loveable. Just like a big - surprisingly muscular -- teddy bear... She hadn't really noticed how firm and well defined he was until she touched his chest peering up at him right then.



"It's something with my mouth," she uttered softly.



He blushed and his eyes rolled down... "You mean?"



"Yes -- that's what I mean," she went on, kissing his lips softly. "Would you like that?"



He nodded. "Yes! I saw it in a video at Paulo's house once."



Catherine smoothed her hand down over his flat stomach tracing her fingers through the lines of his abs. She found the head of his penis poking at the waist band of his shorts and she covered it softly and squeezed. "So you haven't had a girl do it for you before? Not even your sister's friend?" 



He chuckled. "No!!! Tracy wouldn't do something like that to me!"



Catherine lifted his shirt and kissed his skin. His pecs were light but perfectly defined and there was only a thin trail of hair below his belly button. "Well I don't know why she wouldn't want to," she teased as she kissed her way down and settled on her knees. She then squeezed his shaft and kissed the head through his shorts making him suck in a breath and grip the stair rail. "I don't know why any girl wouldn't want to..." she added softly as she lowered his zipper and undid the button.



She guided his shorts down to his ankles then gathered the waist band of his jocks and lifted it over his package. His cock remained almost directly vertical and his balls were hanging quite low from its base. They were large and Catherine cupped them and felt their weight as she blushed a little to herself at the thought of how full they might be. 



He was still gripping the stair rail but his other hand came to rest on her shoulder and he was inadvertently pulling her closer, which she liked, and she took hold of his shaft and levered it down as she kissed the tip softly. Then with his hand firming and moving to the back of her neck she closed her eyes and took the head of his cock in her mouth. 



She had done this so many times for Des in the past year and she used her tongue, swirling it around and massaging beneath the head as he had seemed to enjoy so much. Though it felt quite strange doing for another guy now. Timmy's cock was slightly larger too and it was a little bit thicker. It had firmed intensely and was now a good two inches longer than his brother's. It was actually a perfect size Catherine thought as she stroked the base and shaft and gently cupped his balls in her other hand. Two inches longer than Tod's and two inches shorter than Paulo's donkey dick! And it was seeping pre-cum and the taste and scent of him was swirling in Catherine's head as he started thrusting towards his climax.



He was still clinging to the stair rail but the hand behind her neck had lifted and he was now holding her head in place and virtually fucking her mouth. He had lost all control and she moaned over the swell of his surging cockhead, gripping his shaft in her fist so he couldn't force it into her throat. His balls felt harder and she imagined heavier in her hand, and they suddenly pulsed, just before his cock hardened and flexed. Then it throbbed and a powerful burst of cum gushed up into the roof of her mouth, followed by another and another.



"Mmmm," she moaned as she swallowed once, then she continued sucking softly while pulses of semen squirted against her tongue and flooded her mouth some more. "Mmmm yummy," she smiled up at him as she swallowed again. "Your cum tastes nice Timmy," she lied sweetly.



"Whew!" he grinned. "Wow -- that was the best!" 



"Did you like it?" Catherine giggled. His face was so expressive and so frank.



"I love that!" he declared. "That felt so nice and warm in your mouth."



Catherine lifted his cock and kissed his balls, sucking on them softly and touching them with her tongue - secretly wondering if they were now empty.



"It's so clean having sex with you," he said oddly.



"Clean?" Catherine giggled. "Should it be dirty or something?"



"No -- I mean all my sperms are gone inside you. Down there before and in your mouth this time... Except on the video the girls were spitting the sperms out."



"Oh! Did you want to watch me dribble it out like in your porno movies?"



He shook his head. "I don't even care about the porno movies. I only watched them sometimes."



"You can watch them," Catherine said warmly. "All guys like that stuff!"



"But I like you better," he said grinning again. "You're much prettier than the ones I saw."



Catherine stepped out of her panties with him staring openly at her pussy. She quickly pulled on her bikini pants though and tied the top in place.



"Well after you take me dancing tonight I might let you have some more very clean sex with me," she teased. "But only if you dance with me!"



He took her hand and led her back up onto the deck. "Okay because my sister taught me how to dance too," he said proudly. "She said I'm a good dancer now because I've been coming every week since I turned eighteen and I'm nearly nineteen like you now!.. And I've been dancing with Tracy and Yvette and Patty and umm... and Catherine sometimes, but she's another Catherine and not as pretty as you."



Catherine couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she lounged around by the pool and swam and laughed at Timmy's beautifully gullible take on everything. There were a hundred tanned, glistening, hard bodied men strolling about with million dollar smiles but Timmy looked every bit as attractive and the way most of them were looking her over just reminded her of Des.



They stayed for a few hours and cruised back to the island before dinner. Timmy then walked her home and agreed to come back and pick her up at eight. 



Catherine ate standing up then showered and picked out a little black dress and the five inch heels she had packed expecting to end up at a dance club, as she had. Her dad had been down at the fisherman's bar shooting pool and approached leaning in the bathroom doorway as she was doing her makeup. "So... satisfied now?" he chuckled.



"Yes! God yes!" Catherine smiled. "I can't believe you and mom went there last night without me!"



He just smiled at that, then his look turned serious. "Young Timmy's taking you back tonight then?"



"Yes. Why?"



"No -- that's good... He'll take care of you -- see you home safe."



"Oh... Okay," Catherine said as he turned to leave.



"You look nice," he added, and left her with that, and with the warm realisation that he was actually quite reasonable when it came to a nice guy like Timmy. And perhaps asshole Des knew what he was doing after all when he would refuse to come and pick her up from home.



"Your man's here Catherine," her mother called out, and Catherine frowned questioningly at that but finished up quickly and went out to find him sitting there with her parents looking absolutely fantastic in a dark suit and silver open neck shirt. Her heart had stopped beating and her legs turned to jelly as he stood, still taller than her in her heels, and with his shoulders broad and powerfully square.



He handed her the bunch of roses he was holding and she looked to her mother, who was smiling from absolute ear to ear. Her dad was grinning with a playful twinkle in his eye and she frowned at him to stop it... Then she turned to her date. "Thank you Timmy these are beautiful."



Her mother took the flowers for her as her dad stood and confronted Timmy with that twinkle still there in his eye. "We have to go now dad," she said, trying to intervene, but he waved her away.



"A minute won't make any difference," he said. Then he squared up to Timmy and offered his hand, which Timmy took with a brave smile that warmed Catherine's heart a little more. "Now son, you know the blood alcohol limit on the waterways around here don't you?"



"Dad!" Catherine implored but he dismissed her with his hand again.



"What's the limit son?" he went on with all the authority of his rank in the service back home.



"Zero blood alcohol sir," Timmy declared proudly. "That was question one on my test and I know every answer." 



Catherine smiled. "See! Now we have to go!" she said to her father.



"And you're going to take care of my little girl for me aren't you?" he said, taking Timmy around the shoulder and smiling back at Catherine and her mother as he saw him to the door. "You'll see her home safe and sound won't you?"



"I will," Timmy offered sincerely while Catherine glared at her father, making him laugh.



"What? Can't a man have any fun?" he chuckled as she pushed past him.



"Don't wait up!" Catherine called back. "We're definitely going to have some fun, aren't we Timmy?" she added loud enough for her father to hear.



Catherine carried her heels and walked down to the pier in the sand by the side of the road. There was a small area of loose pebbles to cross before the pier though and Timmy lifted her and carried her across and down the ramp to the cruiser. She clung to his neck not really wishing to be put down as she drew in the scent of his soap and aftershave. 



The twenty minute cruise passed quickly and the sky was alight with the glow from the resort. The hotel was a blaze of blue and white neon and the sprawling complex of pools, bars and nightclubs were crawling with people, some still in swimwear but most were dressed to party.



There was a nightclub for the over thirties where Timmy had directed Catherine's parents the night before but he took her to the main dance club that was more for their age group. It was there that Catherine was introduced to his sister, Janelle. She was mid twenties and very bubbly. She was with a group and Catherine clung to Timmy's arm as she was introduced to everyone.



Timmy then bought her a glass of wine and after she'd had a sip he dragged her onto the dance floor. She was always up for a dance and the music was good. Timmy moved nicely -- not over the top or anything, but he had some nice laid back moves and he touched her a lot, claiming her hand sometimes and giving her a bit of a spin, or holding her hips when she wriggled back against him. 

<hr pg="9" />He waited on her yet spent some time dancing with other girls from their table and with his sister. Catherine chatted with everyone and danced with everyone too. She ended up a little bit tipsy and swayed against Timmy as he led her back to the boat. It was already two in the morning and the bars were winding down while the pools were being cleaned.



They'd had a couple of slow dances in the club and they were swaying together on the deck of the cruiser. "Can I try and kiss you?" Timmy asked tentatively.



"Uh huh," Catherine uttered, peering up at him.



He then bent to her and pressed his lips to hers, parting them and gently offering his tongue as she moaned into his mouth.



"Oh my God -- good lessons!" Catherine smiled. He then kissed her again with his essence flooding into her and sending little warm tingles flittering through her belly. And he kissed her again with his hand coming up to cover her breast.



"Can I have you again now?" he asked her, kissing her lips once more as his thigh pressed between hers and had her grinding against how firm it was.



"Mmmm... Let's go back to the island and you can have me there," she whispered. "We can sleep at the pier and you can have me a few times if you want."



He started the engine and swept back from dock and out through the marina. "I'm going to wait downstairs," she teased and she left him and went down into the bedroom. She pulled back the spread because it was too hot for that and she undressed and slipped between the satin sheets.



The boat soon slowed and eased into dock again and then there was some shuffling around up there and when he appeared in the bedroom doorway he was already fully erect, as were Catherine's nipples against the satin sheet.



He tore his clothes off and got in with her and she switched off the light as he started kissing her again. He kissed her deeply and passionately while fumbling a little with her breasts. She put up with that for only a moment then pulled at his waist, urging him to get on top of her. She spread her legs wide and felt for his erection, finding it hard against his stomach and guiding it into her dripping gash as he started humping her hand.



She released it and clung to his back, digging her nails in as his cock surged in and out of her. It was really quite thick and a perfect length to stimulate deep inside without hurting.



He fucked her in silence, simply letting nature take over and guide him while Catherine moaned a little as her orgasm neared, and she bit into his shoulder as it thumped through her belly. And just as it did she felt his body tense up and convulse, and she clung to his rippling back and shoulders while his cock throbbed and throbbed inside of her...



"That was nice," he panted as he rolled off beside her.



"Just lie quietly and let me enjoy it please Timmy," she whispered. He was a beautiful guy with a very nice body but his intellect was a bit annoying after a few hours and she just wanted to soak up the luxury for a minute.



He did as she asked and lay there quietly, then after a few minutes Catherine leant over and kissed him. "I'm going to have a little sleep okay... Just cuddle me and you can have me again when we wake up."



She spooned back against him and went to sleep in his arms. It was only a few hours later though when he was kissing her shoulder and stroking her face. It was nearly light outside and he had to go to work. He was fully erect against her back and she reached between her legs and guided him into her body.



She was still half asleep as he fucked her. Plus she was too tired to get excited about it so she just tilted her hips and presented her pussy for him to enjoy himself. "Is that nice?" she whispered to him. "Do you like me from behind like this?"



"Yeah... uhhh..." he gasped and he kept grunting like that while he humped her steadily. And Catherine ground back against his thick and very stiff cock. She gyrated her hips, stirring it around inside of herself and blushing inwardly about the fact it was the third penis she had allowed to so intimately penetrate her. He was the third guy since asshole Des that she was allowing to regularly service her and cum inside of her... She had made Des use a condoms until deciding to run the risk of accept him unprotected a few months ago. But he was her boyfriend so it was only right that she should let him cum in her -- that he should have the satisfaction of knowing she was lying there afterwards with his sperm in her belly... Although she always made sure to avoid intercourse at the time she would be ovulating, and this week was quite safe -- with the slight risk actually intensifying the thrill of letting these boys cum in her.



"You're going to make me do it soon," Timmy gasped.



"That's okay -- just do it," she said, and she pressed her butt right back against him as he humped against her. "Mmm that's nice," she uttered as her body began to respond, but it was all too late and he jammed his cock hard into her and started unloading.



Catherine then remained still and just enjoyed the feel of her pussy being filled with cum again. She could feel his cock throbbing and throbbing and she blushed a little within herself again at the thought of his sperm gushing into her -- at the thought that it wasn't her boyfriend, he was just some boy from a fishing island and his dick was inside of her, spent and beginning to soften. And then it slipped out as he rolled onto his back puffing. And she felt a trickle of his cum run around her inner thigh so she cupped her pussy and searched for her panties on the floor beside the bed. She found them and pulled them on, smoothing them between her legs and feeling his cum soak in immediately.



He was up getting dressed in a hurry. "I'm going to be late," he explained. "You can stay and go back to sleep if you want to."



"No -- I'd better go home before dad wakes up."



"Okay... Should I walk you?"



"No -- I'll be fine. You go and get ready for work."



"All right. Do you still want to go back to the resort for shopping this afternoon? I can pick you up at about two if you like."



"Yes, two will be fine Timmy. It'll be fun!"



He left her at his corner and ran home. She strolled up the sandy path carrying her heels again. The house was in darkness and she snuck in without waking her parents and fell into bed smiling to herself. And she drifted off to sleep with her hands clasped between her thighs and her fingers pressed against the warm wet crotch of her little panties. 



*** 6 ***



That time she slept until eleven and woke up with her mouth dry and a dull headache from the wine. Her face was a mess with her makeup smeared and her hair was some sort of wild bird's nest. This was much more like the vacation she had in mind she decided as she stared into her reddened eyes in the bathroom mirror.



She stood in the shower for ages and shaved her legs and pussy. She trimmed away more of her little thatch of hair and then decided to shave right through it leaving her pussy completely bare and exposed for the first time ever.



When she dressed she picked out another of the g-string panties she had bought to please Des. These were white mesh and almost completely see-through, although she had just decided to avoid Paulo and Tod today.



She had been thinking about it as she showered and arrived at the conclusion they were just using her. Perhaps it was because Timmy was so nice that she had come to realise it but she would be avoiding them for the remaining few days of her holiday there at the island... Too bad if they get blue balls, she thought defiantly. They can always go back to their porno movies!



She tried one of the new skirts she had bought in town that was a light chequered cotton and nice and breezy for the hot weather. Her mother had brought her washing in and folded it and she considered her see-through white tank top but decided against it. Instead she picked out a pink stretch camisole with tiny shoulder strings. It wasn't see-through but her nipples were prominent without the bra she usually wore with it. Being as tight as it was it just hugged her small breasts like it had been painted on and she hesitated before going out to the kitchen like that but she decided 'what the hell' she was on holidays having fun and she was respectably covered anyway!



Her mother didn't hesitate as soon as she turned from washing dishes. "Where's your bra sweetheart?"



"It's too hot," Catherine lied. "Anyway it's no different to wearing a bikini top around."



"Hmmm... If you say so," her mother said with her eyebrows raised doubtfully. "Will you run down to the store for me?"



"Sure mom. But I'm starving first."



She sat down at the breakfast table and her mother fed her eggs and coffee after she drank all the fresh juice that was left. That took away the dry feeling in her mouth and filled her stomach. Her dad then appeared with his gaze settling on her chest for a moment before he turned to her mother. 



"Is that underwear?" he asked, ignoring Catherine's blush completely. 



"No it is not underwear!" Catherine protested, causing him to look at her frowning, but there was a glint in his eye as usual. "You can't see anything," she added defensively. 



He was only passing through the kitchen on his way out to the garage where he was servicing the car. "She's your daughter," he said with a shrug and he kept going.



Her mother tidied her plate away. "You know when I was your age I used to wear a shirt over my top and take it off down the street," she offered with a smile. 



"Yeah but it's fun stirring dad, and he deserves it!"



"Hmmm... And how was your date with Timmy?"



"It was nice. The resort is fantastic. We're going shopping there this afternoon and to the club again tonight... What are you and 'Die Hard' doing?" Her dad looked a bit like Bruce Willis and needed to be taken about as seriously as his Die Hard character.



Her mom laughed. "You should call him that -- he'll get a kick out of it."



"I think we're going four wheel driving over on the mainland or something," she added. "Unless some unsuspecting terrorists try to take over the town while we're there."



"Alert the media! Tell them John McClane's on the job," Catherine laughed.



"Who the hell's John McClane?" her dad asked as he poked his head back in to get some soap to wash his hands - and they both laughed at him.



"That's you dad... Yippee ki-yay!" Catherine giggled, making a gun with her hand and blowing off the smoking barrel.



He shook his head. "Are you going to put something on?"



Catherine took her mother's advice and put a shirt on over her top. She then snuck off around the back of the garage and over the dunes towards town. The way she had gone was out of sight in case Tod and Paulo were watching from the other side of the house.



When she reached the road on the other side of the hill she took the shirt off and put it in her shoulder bag. Her top was rather revealing she decided after all. As she walked her breasts were jiggling and her nipples remained hard and clearly defined. Bikini tops were actually made of slightly heavier fabric and were usually looser fitting and therefore less revealing. This was an extremely fine cotton/elastane blend fabric that just about revealed her goose bumps.



She had to walk past the fisherman's bar again and they all cheered and whistled causing her to blush and smile shyly. There was one ATM on the island but it rejected her savings card saying it was out of date. "Oh my God!" she cried as she checked it to find it had expired.



She needed money for shopping and she had plenty saved. She thought of the resort where there were ATM's everywhere but that wasn't any use with her card out of date. Then she remembered seeing a branch of her bank across on the mainland, and she had ID and everything so she should be able to draw cash there, she reasoned. But when was the next ferry?



She walked back down past the whistling fishermen blushing and smiling again and approached the police woman she had seen the day before. "Hi... I was wondering if you knew the time for the next ferry?"



"One o'clock." The woman replied, glancing at her chest briefly and making Catherine fold her arms. 



It was just on midday, so if she went at one that would mean getting the ferry back at two, which would be okay. Timmy was coming at two but another half hour wouldn't matter to him, she figured.



Then she saw the old guy, Manny, sitting there on his fishing boat as usual and she remembered him offering to take her over anytime she needed. Actually all the other fishing boats were deserted and he looked like he was sleeping.



Catherine walked along the pier to his boat and saw that there was smoke drifting from the end of his pipe. She cleared her throat and called softly," Manny!"



He stirred, peering around kind of startled, then he saw Catherine and he smiled up at her. The tide was in and he was sitting at eye level with the pier. As he looked up at her he was looking directly up her skirt and he could see her shaved pussy lips through her little mesh panties.



Catherine remembered what she was wearing and blushed. "That's a lovely sight to wake up to," the old man chuckled and she squirmed back, patting her skirt down modestly.



"Sorry to wake you," she offered sweetly.



"That's all right love... I'm always dosing off these days," he yawned. "What is it -- do you need to go to town?"



"Yes I do! Can you take me please?"



"Sure -- sure! Come on down."



His plank and rail were already in place so he stood at the base of the ladder ready to get another look up her skirt.



Catherine stepped onto it feeling the breeze against her bare bottom and blushing down at him. He took her hips and guided her down with his gnarled old fingers pressing into her and making her nipples go hard again. 



He chuckled. "Well young Timmy was a bit of a wreck this morning... He said you were out dancing until all hours."



"It was about two when we left the resort... Oh, I hope he got some sleep this morning. What time did he finish work with you Manny?"



"I sent him home as soon as we got back in love. He's been home since nine, probably sleeping like a well satisfied baby."



Catherine blushed a little at the 'well satisfied' bit but maybe it meant nothing...



"Do you want to leave off the life jacket this time love? Be a shame to dirty up that pretty shirt huh?" he said with a grin. "Grimy old things these are." He was looking at her breasts quite blatantly and her blush deepened when his eyes lifted to meet hers. 



"I don't need to wear one if you don't want me to," she uttered.



He then pulled in his plank and rail and pushed off. "Come stand up here with me love... Have you ever driven a boat?"



"Me? No I haven't..!"



He smiled and guided her to the wheel, standing beside her and a little behind. "Just steer it like a car," he said. "This here is forward and back -- forward to go faster but this will do you for a while."



The old boat was putting along and Catherine was steering out past the end of the pier and towards the mainland. "This is easy," she declared excitedly.



"Sure... Nothing to it," he said from right there at her shoulder. "Just keep to the right of the buoy and head straight over."



His hand returned to her hip with his fingers pressing against the string band of her panties. Catherine's body was tingling at his warmth against her side. She could feel his package was slightly firm against her other hip and he was continually looking down over her shoulder at her breasts. 



"You know you're the talk of the town back there on the island strolling around with your pretty little skirts and that lovely smile... It's a real treat for us smelly old fish mongers this week."



"You're not smelly!" Catherine laughed.



He shared her laugh. "Well... kind of you to say love but you know old Vince tried to keep a dog tied up a few years ago but it howled all night at the fish smell and chewed through the rope... Damn thing was waiting on the end of the pier for the first ferry next morning." 



"Oh it's not that bad. It's just like the smell of a fresh seafood shop... And only there around the pier."



"Hmm... I guess... And that's a pretty scent you're wearing there love. Suits you."



"Thanks," Catherine blushed. She had wisped through a spray of perfume before leaving the house -- half hoping to combat the smell of fish coincidentally.



His hand was still resting upon her hip and he was still glancing down over her shoulder quite frequently. His hand then lifted and almost touched her breast as he guided her aside a little. "Better let me take it from here love." They were approaching the marina and he cruised into a spot close to shore.



"How long you staying?" he asked as he set the plank and rail for her.



"I only need fifteen minutes or so."



"Well that's fine. I've got an errand to run and if you get back before me I won't be long."



He allowed her to climb up the ladder first and had another look up her skirt. When she stepped onto the boardwalk his eye level was at her feet and he was looking directly up it. She turned to face him and fixed her hair, meeting his eyes first then averting hers quickly.



"Yeah -- that's nice," he said low and light-heartedly, making her blush deepen. "A real treat for us old fish mongers this week for sure!"



"Well you're a very kind old fish monger to drive me everywhere like this so I don't mind you looking," Catherine said sweetly. He had climbed up the ladder a bit shakily and stood beside her as she finished re-tying her hair. "See you," she smiled and she turned to leave with him giving her bottom a quick pinch. "Hey... look but don't touch!" she giggled back over her shoulder at him standing there grinning.



She strolled along the waterfront and up the street to her bank branch. Men were doing double takes and ogling her breasts, which was encouraging her to walk with them thrust forward just a little as she wasn't really happy with their development, feeling that she was a bit small in that department.



The bank guy also struggled to keep his eyes from drifting down but he was very helpful and she left him with a fist full of cash. 



Manny wasn't at the boat when she got back so she decided to wait for him up on the boardwalk where there was a bench seat facing the marina. There were lots of people strolling around a few fishermen working on boats. She was looked over quite blatantly by four or five men walking past and she kept her chest out showing off her assets as best she could.



"All set," Manny called as he approached from behind carrying his little leather kit bag. 



"Yes, I'm ready," Catherine answered and she waited for him to climb down first quite deliberately. She then stepped over to the ladder but stopped to fix her hair again, just glancing down to meet his eyes then averting hers again quickly.



She stood there fiddling with her hair and letting him enjoy himself looking up her skirt. She was standing with her legs together but her thighs were slender so Manny could see were the tiny triangular patch of mesh pinched together into a string and vanished. He could see the lips of her pussy quite distinctly and that she was shaved bare.



He looked up to see she was waiting there watching him. "Can I come down now?" she asked sweetly.



He stepped back and guided her down with his hand slipping up her thigh and under her skirt to rest upon her bare hip with just the string and her cool soft skin beneath his fingers. "You won't try to do anything to me will you?" she asked softly -- a little teasingly as she bit down on her smile.



"No love -- you're safe," he grinned. "Half mast is about as good as it gets for old Manny these days so I wouldn't know what to do with a pretty young thing like you anyway." 

<hr pg="10" />Catherine shared his laugh at that too and enjoyed his warm friendly conversation on the trip back across. He let her have a drive again and she spent the ten minutes in anticipation of his hand resting upon her side with his thumb just pressing slightly against the underside of her breast. She was nearly hoping he would try to feel her but he didn't.



Then she was going to show him her panties again but as she climbed up the ladder onto the pier her parents were approaching in the car. They were boarding the one o'clock ferry to go four wheel driving she recalled. They saw her and she waved with her dad swinging the car right over to where she was still standing at the top of the ladder, with Manny sitting on the stern of his boat looking up her skirt from behind.



Her dad's eyes flashed to her breasts so she folded her arms quickly. "We're off now sweetheart," her mother said. "Don't forget to put the groceries away before you go... There's ants!"



"Okay mom... Have fun with Die Hard," she giggled.



He dad shook his head. "Okay -- Die Hard -- John McClane... I get it!"



"Go get those terrorists dad," Catherine giggled and she leant in and kissed his cheek.



"Where's your shirt?" he shot back at her. "Did you lose it?"



"No -- it's too hot," Catherine whined playfully and she lowered her arms revealing her tight little nipples and making him shake his head defeated as he drove off.



She then turned back to find Manny sitting there staring up her skirt and she brushed her hands over her bottom and spun around facing him. "Having fun there?" she accused.



"Trying to calculate which view I like better -- front or back," he mulled thoughtfully.



"You cheeky old fish monger!" she teased. "Next time I'm wearing shorts!"



He laughed. "Doesn't matter love -- I've seen enough to see out my days I reckon."



She left the old man and quickly did the grocery shopping then returned to the house. She was feeling quite excited about seeing Timmy again. She picked out a bikini to wear swimming with him and a dress to wear that night so there would be no need to come back and get changed. She also packed makeup in her shoulder bag for later and was deciding on what panty and bra set to take when her bedroom window suddenly lifted up and Tod climbed in.



"Oh my God -- you scared me!" she cried. 



Paulo climbed in too and they both stood there grinning at her.



"We saw your parents leave and thought we'd better call in and say hello," Tod declared. 



"Well I'm going out," Catherine said a little shakily as she folded her arms across her breasts. 



"Yeah -- with dweeb brain! What's that all about?" Tod chuckled.



"Timmy's nice," Catherine defended. "You could take lessons from him yourself!"



"You wouldn't like me if I was nice though," he grinned and he jumped on her bed lying back like he owned the place.



"What do you want anyway?" she challenged but her voice was too soft. "I think you both should leave..."



Paulo had moved behind her and he reached around with both arms and cuddled her with his hand worming under her arm and closing over her breast. "Don't you want to empty our balls for us?" he whispered. "Let us have another dip in that tight little cunt?" 



"Oh you're disgusting!" she complained as she tried to wriggle away. 



He kept hold of her and she stopped struggling though. Her entire body was tingling and he was pinching her nipple and twisting it -- just lightly, though and harder when she squirmed against his hold.



"I think we should hang around and wait for Timmy," Tod said, opening one of her romance novels like he was settling in for a while.



"I don't want you to wait for Timmy... I don't even want him to know you were here!" Catherine said, pleading a little that time as she could feel Paulo's erection against her back.



Tod was reading her book. "Yes I know, she said in a low saddened voice. But it was me that he loved..." he read aloud, chuckling.



"Stop that!" Catherine cried. "I really want you both to just go before Timmy gets here... Please!"



"Do you really want us to go without this?" Paulo whispered, grinding his cock against her bum. "Are you really going to send us away with blue balls?" he added warmly and he tweaked her nipple again.



"I just don't want Timmy to find you here," Catherine answered softly. Tod was looking up from the book he had closed. He was grinning and she felt herself blush. "If I let you both, will you just do me quickly and leave?"



"Sure..." Tod agreed mildly and Paulo reached down and felt up between her thighs. His fingers cut into her pussy and he was still grinding against her butt with his erection getting quite hard.



"Okay -- but just quickly," Catherine uttered, allowing her legs to part slightly and for his hand to work more freely between them. He then worked his fingers under the waist band of her panties and felt down into her slit, opening her and rubbing into her growing wetness while he had begun tweaking her other nipple. 



"Is it juicy?" Tod grinned, glancing up from Paulo's hand under the front of her skirt.



"Yeah -- it's juicy," Paulo answered him. "Juicy but not creamy," he chuckled. "Think it needs an injection of nice thick splooge."



"You guys are so disgusting," Catherine uttered, blushing fully but also squirming back against Paulo's cock just a little bit.



"How come you're so wet then?" Paulo teased, kissing the back of her neck and making her squirm back a bit harder. Then he whispered to her again. "I've got such a huge load saved up for you... Do you want it?"



"I just wish you'd hurry up and do it," she uttered... She did want it though! She wanted it from them both. She thought of how they would have been waiting for her last night and probably all morning, and how full their balls would be... Then she was turned to face the dresser and she leant forward, holding onto it and peering back at Paulo, watching him as he tugged her panties down. Then he held his cock and wiped the head up through her slit and she tilted her hips for him and then "Huuuhh huuhhh," she moaned as he forced it all the way into her. "Ohhh that's so huge..." she uttered, meeting Tod's eyes as he sat there watching and smiling.



Paulo wound her hair around his hand and held it while fucking her deep and slow. Catherine was up on tippy-toes with her hips flared and her bald slit available behind her legs. He was enjoying how tight it was and she was pressing back against his huge cock and enjoying the pressure of the head opening her womb. "Yes I want it," she uttered submissively. "Cum in me really deep again..." she moaned, and he chuckled as he wound her hair a bit tighter and pumped her a few times.



He then kept his long thin cock imbedded in her and he fucked her with powerful little thrusts, only withdrawing a few inches and slapping his fat groin against her bum. And within a few minutes he was glued to her butt with his balls clenching and delivering an injection of hot gooey sperm deep in her belly, while Catherine's vagina was compressed around his shaft, clamped to it and throbbing with the contractions of her orgasm. Her inner-walls were squeezing him and milking the cum from his balls, drawing it into her body. 



And as soon as he pulled out, he and Tod exchanged a high five and Tod mounted her right there over the dresser as well. 



His short little penis was merely darting into her three or four inches though and after a few minutes of that he was also glued to her firm little butt with his balls also clenched and delivering a massive load of cum that was very thick and healthy, and very heavily laden with sperm. 



Then they both stepped out the window and walked off shouldering and jostling each other while Catherine stood there peering through the side of the drawn curtain at them, holding her hand over her pussy so Tod's load didn't drip out.



She watched until they vanished over the dune without even glancing back, feeling totally used that time but with a very confusing sense of exhilaration and glowing satisfaction at being so thoroughly inseminated once again. And she flopped back on her bed, spread her legs and started fingering herself.



She squished her fingers into the slimy load Tod had gotten off in her and she forced two of her fingers in and stirred it around, mashing it into her folds and planting her feet with her hips off the bed and grinding her bald, sloppy little hole against her hand. Then her fingers settled against her clit and she vibrated them there, moaning and bucking as her orgasm surged and thumped through her belly again.



She then heard a knock at the door so she picked her panties up off the floor and pulled them up as she hurried to answer it.



"Hi Timmy, come in," she said sweetly.



"Hi Catherine I made you this!" he declared excitedly and handed her something wrapped in pink tissue paper.



She opened it and found a sweet little shell necklace -- quite pretty she thought. "Oh thank you Timmy," she gushed and she hugged him. "Here put it on for me. I'm going to wear it today!"



He fumbled for a moment with the tiny clasp but got it eventually. His hands were shaking she noticed.



"Oh you really made this?" she gushed some more as she checked it in the mirrored wall cabinet. "It's so beautiful..."



"I made it for you yesterday but I only finished it after work this morning but I was really tired."



"Ohhh..." Catherine hugged him again. "Now just give me one minute to get ready and then we can go okay."



She hurried to the bathroom and tore off her panties. They were soaked and she rinsed them and put them aside. Then she warmed a wash cloth and lifted her skirt in front. Her bald little pussy was soaked too and there were splotches of milky white semen covering her lips and her inner thighs were damp and sticky. Her slit opened as she wiped around it, and inside, pasted between her engorged inner folds was a thick glob of congealed sperm. She blushed as she realised it would have been from Tod and she parted her slit further to find it was huge. It was sort of clear but with white streaks through it and it was pasty enough to sit there without dripping.



She considered wiping it away with the wash cloth but ended up blushing to herself as she closed her slit deciding to leave it there inside of her. She just finished wiping her thighs and she rinsed the cloth and went back to her room to get some fresh panties... She thought about putting her bikini bottoms on but decided it would be best not to in case more of the guy's cum dripped out of her on the trip over there or while they were shopping. She pulled on some soft cotton panties just in case and hurried back out to Timmy.



*** 7 ***



"Let's go!" she said and pushed him out the door.



He took her hand and she allowed it without protest. She kind of liked pretending to be his girlfriend for a little while, although she again thought of the fact that she had just been serviced by his older brother and was carrying a fresh warm load of his cum in her pussy... She also thought of the guys walking away just afterwards joking with each other and she wondered if they in fact enjoyed the idea of handing her over already serviced. It was as if it was fine for Timmy to go to all the trouble and expense of taking her out while they would just show up whenever they felt like it and have their way with her... Which was a thought that made her feel used and angry but it stirred her deeper than that at the same time, and the fundamental, and overpowering feeling it aroused in her was excitement and desire.



Timmy waved and said hello to everyone they passed, proudly showing off with her on his arm. He also acknowledged the whistles and cheers from the line up at the fisherman's bar with a thumbs up that made Catherine laugh. He was then king of the sea guiding the cruiser out past the old fishing boats that it dwarfed and made look rather ramshackle by comparison.



He paid more attention to her though when they were cruising in open water and he was paying particular attention to her breasts and firm nipples pressing against the stretchy pink fabric of her top. "They look really hard," he said after a while, making Catherine shake her head and smile.



"Sometimes they are Timmy -- it depends if I'm cold or on other things sometimes."



"Are you cold?" he asked as the obvious question.



"No."



"Oh... well what other things then?"



"Well you know... If I'm aroused sexually it happens," she explained patiently. "Like with those men back at the bar looking at me and whistling and carrying on... Girls like being admired you know!"



"I liked how they feel," he grinned. "I never felt them before except one time this girl tripped over and I felt hers by accident when I caught her."



"Oh -- and did she trip on purpose?" Catherine giggled. "She might have you know."



Timmy blushed a little. "I don't know. Maybe! She was smiling after and she said thank you."



"See! I bet she did it deliberately so you'd give her a cuddle... How old was she?"



"Same age as me because it was at school and she was in my class. But her boobs were huge and not as nice like yours... I like yours the best and I like your nipples when they're hard like that."



"And what if other guys look at me today -- is that okay too?"



"Yes because you're really pretty and sexy so all the guys are going to look at you aren't they?"



"I hope so," Catherine smiled. "I like trying to dress sexy but don't forget you're the guy who's going to have me tonight," she added cuddling up to him. "Would you like to have my mouth again later?" she whispered.



"Mmm, but you're making me want to now," he groaned as he slowed the cruiser entering the resort marina.



"No you have to wait," she teased though. "First we have to go shopping and then swimming and after that I'll suck you and let you cum in my mouth okay?"



"Okay but it's going to be a lot by then!" he grinned.



She kissed his cheek and lifted to whisper in his ear. "I hope so..."



She was being a horrible tease but it was such fun having all the control for a change. The poor guy was carefully guiding the big boat into dock with a full erection in his shorts. He was then trying to conceal it as he helped the attendant with the ropes. 



The attendant had noticed Catherine's nipples though and she was enjoying his attention and meeting his smile. She also attracted more than her share of attention strolling along beside her pretend boyfriend as he led her from shop to shop patiently waiting around while she sorted through the racks of dresses and the bags and belts and shoes. The prices in the boutiques were absolutely ridiculous but she found a few bargains in the ladies underwear section of a larger clothing store. She also found some perfume to try out that night and she couldn't resist a cute little purple mini dress -- shoulder less and fitted to reveal everything down her front if she leant forward too far - perfect for the teasing she was so in the mood for. Although she ended up spending the rest of her money on matching shoes and bag, but she figured what the hell. 



After shopping she let Timmy come down into the bedroom to watch her get changed. He sat on the bed and she stood facing him and slowly lifted her top. His eyes widened and settled upon her breasts so she stood for a moment and let him look. She stood with her arms behind her back thrusting them forward. "Do you like them Timmy?"



He nodded urgently then reached for her like it was an invitation but she moved away.



"Not yet! You have to wait, remember."



She then tied her bikini top into place and let her skirt fall to the floor. His eyes were on her panties and she gathered the waist band and lowered them a little, smiling to herself as his eyes again widened with anticipation. She then held them forward and glanced down to see they were nice and dry so she imagined the rest of the cum from Tod and Paulo had stayed in, which pleased her.



She lowered her panties slowly to reveal her totally bald pussy making his eyes light up even more.



"What happened to your hair?" he asked in amazement. 



"I shaved it for you -- don't you like it?" she teased.



"Wow! It looks very sexy," he declared.



"Really? And would you like it I didn't wear any panties tonight while we're dancing so only you will know?" The thought of dancing with some guy completely bare beneath her dress had just struck her and she liked it. 



She pulled on her bikini pants and they headed up on deck and to the pools and bars. Catherine again found herself admiring Timmy's toned and well defined body but she was also attracted to the other men today. She was just feeling naughtier in general and enjoying their appreciative glances and interested smiles.



There was even an older man lying on the lounger beside hers for a while, and with her top undone she deliberately lifted to have a drink and showed him her breasts. She only gave him a quick flash but it wasn't a topless area so she wasn't game to do any more than that.



Soon after she did that Timmy returned from a swim and she gave him the sunscreen to rub on her back. The man was still watching and she could see he was trying to catch a glimpse beneath her body again so she checked around then lifted to her elbows. Then she reached forward to straighten her towel, moving her arm so he could see.



She was watching his face and he glanced into her eyes but she was feeling so naughty that she didn't even look away. She just blushed a little and bit down on her smile when he looked up from her breasts to meet her eyes again and wink. 



"I'm going back in." Timmy said and he ran off to dive into the pool.



"I'm Charles," the man said, offering a nice smile, though he must have been 40 years old Catherine imagined.



"Hi I'm Catherine," she replied blushing again.



"Can I buy you a drink Catherine?"



"No, I'm fine thanks..."



He glanced over his shoulder towards the pool. "Is that your boyfriend?"



"Yes it is," Catherine lied.



"What are you both up to tonight -- would you like to join me for dinner?"



"No, we have plans thank you."



"What about a drink before dinner? Mine's one of the waterfront balconies," he said indicating the prime position he obviously had.



Catherine just shook her head and blushed a bit deeper. 



"You sure?" he pressed, deliberately looking at her side where she was again pressing her breasts firmly against her bikini top and the lounger.



Much to Catherine's relief he soon got up and took his things with him. She then quickly did her top back up and decided she needed to be more careful.



She dived in the pool and floated over to Timmy, nestling in his arms and feeling nice and secure there. "I'm getting hungry but I've got no money left," she whined sweetly. 



"We can get some food there," Timmy suggested, pointing to a bar where they were serving quick meals.



They shared a big seafood basket and sat there by the pool to eat. Timmy wouldn't drink alcohol but he bought Catherine a bottle of bubbly that made her a bit giddy after a few glasses -- just nicely buzzed and feeling even naughtier as she was checked out every guy who walked past. It was getting late though and the sun was setting. "Come on let's go and have our showers," she said and Timmy took her hand and led her back to the cruiser.



She showered first and came out in an old singlet she had brought along. It actually belonged to Des but she was keeping it because it was so comfortable to sleep in. The arm holes were large though so her breasts were visible from the side and it was only just long enough to cover her bottom, and in front her pussy -- where Timmy's eyes had settled as she brushed her hair. "Go on and you have your shower now and when you finish I'm going to do what I promised," she said to him.

<hr pg="11" />"Okay!" he grinned, making Catherine blush a little. "I'm going to be fast."



She opened her cosmetics bag and started with her eyes, feeling naughty again at the thought of leaving her lips until afterwards. She hardly wore any make up at all though as she simply didn't need to.



"Anyone home?" a voice suddenly called from the deck.



It was an old guy in resort uniform. He looked like management.



"Hi," Catherine said, peering up from the top of the stairs.



"Oh hello miss... I was looking for Timmy."



"Yes -- he's in the shower," Catherine informed, relaxing a little as he smiled warmly, but still hiding her body and just poking her head out the door.



"Jed Forsyth..." he announced, offering his hand. "Timmy does a bit of work for me and I thought I'd catch him for a quick word."



"Oh okay..." she returned politely accepting his hand shake. "I'm Catherine."



He had stepped aboard and his eyes flashed down to her breasts. Catherine had been initially concerned that they were going to be in trouble for trespassing or something. She was instantly relieved and in the same instant excited about standing there almost nude in front of a complete stranger.



"Would you like to come in and wait? He shouldn't be long," she offered sweetly. Her heart was pounding though and he was brazenly looking her over as he brushed past her and walked down the stairs. 



Jed couldn't believe his luck as he turned to look back up at the girl and got a flash of her shaved little slit, then as she walked past him to the doorway of the bedroom he had another look at her firm young tits through the side of her shirt.



"Please sit," she offered sweetly blushing and twisting at the hem of the thing she was barely wearing. Then she went into the bedroom and stood before a full length mirror that gave him a fine view as well. She was applying makeup for a few minutes then she started brushing her hair.



She lifted both arms to do that. She was holding her long blond hair in a pony tail and brushing it with her other hand, and as she did that he could see her right tit almost completely, and as he looked down he could see her cute little butt and her bald pussy in the mirror.



Catherine was in a trance as she watched his face in the mirror. She knew she was showing him everything and had no idea why but it was very exciting and felt safe knowing Timmy was right there. It was like with the guy by the pool -- she was waiting for him to look up and meet her eyes and she wasn't going to look away... But he didn't look up! He was staring with his mouth hanging open as the door opened and Timmy came out of the bathroom.



"Oh hi mister Forsyth. I didn't know you were here!"



"Hi Timmy. I just stopped by to ask if you could call in and mow the lawn for me tomorrow. Mrs Forsyth is onto me to do something about it and I can't get to it with the resort fully booked."



Catherine had lowered her arms but her singlet had remained gathered slightly and both of them were glancing in through the bedroom doorway. They could still see her slit and, with the singlet bunched a little the arm holes were gaping enough for them to see her nipple from the side as she turned and closed the door.



She was shaking all over as she sat on the bed and then flopped back to lie there staring at the ceiling. Timmy was hurrying the guy along and he soon knocked on the door. "Catherine?"



"Come in Timmy."



He came in and his eyes immediately fixed upon her pussy. The singlet had bunched to her waist and she was completely on display. "Do you still want my mouth or would you like to have me properly?" she smiled as she lifted to her elbows. 



She scooted back up the bed as he smiled. 



He dropped his trousers and shrugged out of his shirt and Catherine opened her legs as she reached back above her head and hugged a pillow. She had her legs bent and her feet flat on the bed and she lifted her hips as he got between her legs with his stiff cock in his fist.



He poked the head into her and released his hold on it as he pushed forward into her. He pressed in some of his length and then withdrew with her juices glistening to about half way. Then he rocked forward and impaled her with it completely and she arched her whole body off the bed as he held her hips and fucked her like that.



She was lewdly spread open and he held her like a rag doll and pumped her. His cock was slopping into her and his balls were slapping her butt. Her juices were dripping from them, she was so wet. She had the presence of mind to pull her singlet the rest of the way up to her neck so he could see her breasts but that was all she had presence of mind to do. Her mind was in an absolute whirl of lust and desire as his powerful body thumped between her legs and his cock speared repeatedly into her until it finally speared home and held firm throbbing and spurting cum.



Catherine hadn't reached her orgasm but the warm rush that swept over her as she felt him ejaculating was all at once exciting and satisfying in a way. It was as if this was but the beginning of her love making tonight and what she needed now was to dance.



She wriggled out from beneath him and hurried him along but when she zipped up her new dress she had a change of heart and decided it was actually a bit too revealing. She thought of Timmy's sister and the other girls she had met last night and it would be embarrassing to be showing as much as she was. She could see her breasts in the mirror completely when she bent forward even slightly. And looking down when she was standing up straight her boobs were only half filling the fitted bust of the dress and her nipples were visible like that too.



"Timmy can you buy me a bra please? I haven't got the one that I need and I can't wear my new dress like this."



Timmy was still smiling from his very pleasurable release and would have agreed to anything. Catherine pulled on her clothes from earlier and her cotton panties in case she dripped at all. She found a perfect little low cut push up bra in one of the first shops they checked. It was purple like her dress and had removable shoulder straps. It was only an A cup but she could squeeze into that, and when she did she had some boob bulging out of her dress and jiggling nicely as she walked around the bedroom testing it out.



She ducked into the bathroom to check her panties and found them to be dry and clean. She had retained all of his cum as well, and the warmth of satisfaction again swept over her. It seemed it was only his brother who made her so messy. Probably because he was so short in length, and she remembered how much semen was in the condom that first time and how thick it was... Although the thought of being all messy from him was nice too.



She had a final check in the full length mirror. Her dress was to mid thigh with only a small split at the back and with her bra she was only offering what every other girl would be too. She decided she looked fine and the feel of being without panties and fully shaved just added a touch of excitement.



It turned out to be a good thing she was dressed appropriately too because not only was Timmy's sister at the club, his parents and stopped by as well. Although they only stayed a short time and left for their dinner reservation. 



Catherine then danced and chatted with virtually the same crowd as the night before, who were all resort staff. They were having their usual get together after work though and didn't stay all that long either. 



Timmy's sister took Catherine aside before she left. She was old enough for Catherine to think of her as an authority figure. She was a married woman and had a child so she was entitled to a level of respect and even a touch of fear as Catherine wondered what she wanted a private chat for.



"You know Timmy's a very nice, kind hearted boy don't Catherine," she started.



"I know. He's wonderful..."



She nodded. "And he really likes you... Can you see that?"



"Yes. I really like him too."



"Yes but I think he 'really' likes you," she pressed with concern in her voice. "I'm worried he's going to be hurt when you leave."



"But he knows I'm leaving... He's known all along that I'm only here for the week. I'm only here on vacation with my parents and I told him right from the start we're only having fun together."



"I know! That's what he said to me too... But I'm still worried," she went on, squeezing Catherine's hand as she got up to leave. "It's wonderful you kids are having a good time but just be careful with him okay?" 



"Okay -- I will," Catherine promised.



And having been somewhat sobered from her naughty party plans by that she immediately found Timmy and took him outside. 



"What?" he said defensively as she peered up at him.



"Is everything okay?" Catherine started. "Are we okay?"



"Huh?"



"Are we friends?.. Just friends?"



"No -- we're friends with benefits," he grinned.



Catherine giggled. "Okay, but we're not going to be silly when I have to go home are we?"



"No -- we're not going to be silly," he said, toeing the ground and looking down at it. "I just want to have fun while you're here because I like you."



She kissed him. "Okay... just checking!" Then she took his hand and led him back inside and straight to the crowded dance floor where they danced and danced. Later at their table they were joined by a guy from behind the bar. It was the staff table they were still sitting at so naturally he would sit there but he was also buddies with Timmy.



"This is my friend Dirk," Timmy announced. "Dirk this is Catherine... She's really pretty isn't she?"



"Sure is," Dirk agreed, smiling in response to Catherine's blush.



He was Tall, dark and intense looking and Catherine felt a surge of nervousness as his cool green eyes deliberately lowered to her breasts. He was sitting directly across the table from her with Timmy sitting on the end. As they chatted Timmy noticed him looking at her breasts a lot. She was laughing at everything he said and the way she was sitting forward her breasts were easy to see and they were jiggling like pink jello with raspberries on top... He could almost see her nipples sometimes and when she giggled that's what he thought of.



"I've been watching you dance," he said to her. "Can I try?"



"Okay!" she smiled and she got up with him. "Come on Timmy," she said.



"No I'm going to just watch this time..."



Catherine felt a bit shy at first because he was older and very manly with his dark features and his full coverage of stubble that was probably only a two day growth. He was getting right into the music though and she began to relax and dance with him rather than across from him. He then started touching her more, holding her hips from behind and even rubbing his hands down her thighs and touching the bottom of her dress -- then hiking it up a little when she played up to that, wriggling her butt back against him. He also had a move where from behind he would continue working his hands up her body, rubbing over the sides of her breasts before sort of lifting her arms and making her squirm back against him. Then he'd keep dancing behind her and she'd have her hands behind his neck holding him close with her dress gaping and her nipples almost squeezing out the top of her bra.



Then between songs when the music briefly lowered he was holding her hips and he whispered, "and no panty lines," into her ear.



"Uh huh," Catherine whispered back to him, and the music continued with a slow number so he turned her and pulled her close. 



His hand then rested on her lower back but his fingers were stroking and softly exploring lower. They were dancing quite close to Timmy and Catherine smiled over the guys shoulder at him. His hand had worked lower though and he felt her bottom quite blatantly.



"No panty lines at all," the guy whispered as she held Timmy's gaze.



"Uh huh..." Catherine responded softly, with the submission in her tone encouraging him further.



He had been holding her right hand close to their chests but he placed it on his shoulder and took her with both arms around her and his head lowered beside hers. He was then looking down her front, and Catherine glanced down and could see her nipples through the lace top of her bra. With her arms raised and her hands clasped behind his neck her shoulders were forward and her dress was gaping completely.



His face was beside hers but he was looking directly down at her breasts as they swayed to the music. She looked to Timmy and saw that he was watching what the guy was doing. "Oh my God!" Catherine said to Timmy but she only mouthed the words and she glanced down at her breasts and then back over at Timmy, biting down on her smile and raising her eyebrows in mock horror.



There were two slow numbers then the band took a break so she and her new admirer returned to the table with him going for drinks. "Oh my God he could see everything with my arms up like that," she whispered to Timmy excitedly. Then she leant over to him and whispered right to his ear, "and I could feel his thingy against my belly."



"I think he really likes you," Timmy said in reply. 



"Do you think?" Catherine asked as she looked over to see where he was. "Do you think I should let him do me?" she whispered excitedly. "How old is he?"



"He's twenty eight, I think... He's much older than us."



"Yeah but that's not too old..."



He returned with drinks all round. "There you go Timster," he grinned as he placed a coke for Timmy. "And one for the lovely lady," he went on smiling as he placed a fruity cocktail in front of Catherine.



She had a sip and it was strong but delicious, so she had another sip and another, and another while they chatted and laughed. She also sat forward over her drink with her elbows on the table and her pushed-up boobs available for them both to look at.



That first fruity cocktail had made her feel light headed and when he went for another round she whispered to Timmy, "I still have to do something for you with my mouth later don't forget..."



"When?" he grinned. "I'm ready now for that."



"No -- not yet... Let's have one more drink with your friend and then he might want to have one more dance before we go."



He leant over close to her ear. "We can see everything down the front of your dress you know."



"I know -- I'm letting you!" she giggled. "Don't you like it?"



"Yeah I like it," he said, poking at a drink coaster. "And so does Dirk. And so does some other guys who walked past looking... And so did mister Forsyth in the boat but he saw your pussy instead."



Catherine giggled some more. "I know! I just can't help it tonight. I feel so naughty"



Dirk the dark smouldering barman returned and fed Catherine more liqueur then he took her back to the dance floor to sway to a bit of background house music. He held her around the waist grinning down at her and watching her breasts. "That's a good dress," he whispered sensually into her hair making her swoon a little.



"Do you like it?" she uttered softly. 



"Oh fuck!" he suddenly groaned though and he ducked his head trying to hide from someone. "That's my girlfriend -- I've got to go," he explained and he slunk from the dance floor into the toilets leaving her standing there. Then he appeared again and walked up to a girl standing at the bar looking around for someone.



Timmy appeared from nowhere grinning. "That's Maria and she's pissed off," he chuckled. "She always comes looking for him when he stays after work."



Catherine's ego was crushed all of a sudden but the band fired up again and she had a giggle as she watched the guy getting strips torn off him. Also Timmy was there trying to get her to dance with him, and with the effect of those strong drinks swirling in her head she instantly forgot about tall dark and sleazy and turned to grind back against mister nice guy instead.



"Let's go," she yelled to him though. "I'm just going to the bathroom first," she added and she left with Timmy saying he'd wait at the door. 



She went to the ladies and on the way back she bumped right into the guy from the pool with another guy leaning sensually on his shoulder.



"Oh, hi Catherine," he said smiling in surprise. "This is my partner Phillip."



"Oh my God you're gay!" Catherine giggled, covering her mouth in shock. 



Phillip looked her up and down rubbing his chin. "Nice frock sweetie," he said, sounding as queer as could be.



"He's gay, I'm bi," Charles corrected. "Where's cutie?"



"Cutie?" 



"Yes, you're boyfriend?" he grinned. "Where is he?"



"Oh my God you wanted him today, and I thought..."



"No sweetie he likes to swing," Phillip pouted as he touched her wrist. "I think your boyfriend was for me."



Catherine laughed. "Well I don't think it would have worked out... sorry!"



She left smiling back at them as she wriggled through the crowd around the dance floor again. Timmy was there waiting at the door and she cuddled up to him as they strolled along in the moonlight. 



"This holiday would have been so boring without you Timmy. It's very nice of you to bring me here and make it fun!"



"It's fun for me too," he said with a yawn. "Except I'm really tired now."



"Well you hardly had any sleep last night."



"I know but it's not as late tonight... If we go back now we will be at the island by ten."



They boarded the cruiser and sailed off into the calm sea and warm ocean breeze. 



"You know that guy was such an asshole," Catherine declared. Her light-headedness was dissipating and she was thinking about the way he was dancing with her while his poor girlfriend must have been waiting for him to show up somewhere else -- probably at their home.



"I know -- he's always trying to get with other girls and Maria knows about him... She's pregnant too so she's even more angry nowadays."



"Oh my God -- a pregnant girlfriend!" Catherine cried aghast.



Timmy was quite for a moment then said, "I'm glad he didn't have sex with you Catherine."



"Me too!.. I hate guys who cheat."



Then after another thoughtful pause Timmy continued searchingly. "But it's really easy for guys to have sex with you isn't it?"



Catherine blushed a little in the moonlight. "Sort of... But this is the first time I've been single since I started having sex so it's different."



"Did you like having a boyfriend? I've never had a girlfriend."



"Yeah, I liked it... mostly... Except he was always getting jealous of any other guy who even talked to me and he was scared of my dad, which was a pain."



They cruised along in silence for a while longer then Catherine asked, "Why haven't you had a girlfriend Timmy? You're a cute guy!"



"Because all the girls in town think I'm stupid," he said with a shrug. "I'm just not as smart as the guys they like because I was always the dummy at school."



Catherine felt a sudden pang of sympathy for him. "You look like the smart one to me," she enthused. "You're the one with ten jobs and lots of money!.. And I can't believe you've got a boat licence and a credit card!"



He grinned. "Plus there's no beautiful girls around here anyway. You're the only one who's beautiful and kind to me," he said with conviction. "You're kind to me and Tod and Paulo because you let us have sex with you... You're really kind about that."



Catherine giggled at the animation in his face as much as his simple minded logic. They were coasting along the pier and Timmy guided the cruiser into a vacant spot and tied it down for the night while she waited by the stairs. She then led him down and seated him on the bed. 



"Are you still too tired?" she teased as she got down on her knees and tugged at his belt.



He shook his head. "I'm not tired anymore!"



She had his belt and zipper undone and he lifted his butt so she could tug his pants down. She pulled them down past his knees and left them around his ankles while she smiled back up at him. "Are you sure you're not too tired and maybe we should just forget about this?"

<hr pg="12" />He shook his head some more. "No we shouldn't just forget about it."



She lifted his cock and held it while she kissed his balls. She nibbled softly with her teeth and sucked on one then the other. She couldn't help remembering what Paulo said about his balls being full and she wondered if these ones were... She hoped they would be and she continued softly kissing and sucking on them while she stroked his erection. 



She kissed her way up the underside of his shaft and then sucked the head into her mouth but only for a moment before she squeezed him in her hand again and kissed her way back down to his balls.



She wondered if she went slow and teased him a lot, whether his balls would fill even more... The thought of that excited her immensely, especially since she was going to be accepting his ejaculation in her mouth.



"Don't cum too fast Timmy," she said peering up at him. "Tell me when you're getting close so I can make it last longer okay?"



She sucked the head back in and started bobbing her head up and down to make it feel good for him. She did that until he started trying to thrust his hips then she smiled up at him again. "Is that nice?" she asked softly and she squeezed him and kissed the underside of the head but wouldn't take it back in her mouth until he stopped thrusting. Then she closed her eyes and sucked it in again. "Mmmm," she moaned as she tasted him a little and she resumed bobbing her head letting him enjoy the feel of plunging into her mouth. She moaned and sucked and stroked him off with her mouth until she felt him start to lose control and then she squeezed his shaft and held it up as she kissed and sucked on his balls again. 



She sucked on one softly and massaged it with her tongue. Then she sucked on the other one while he groaned and tried to thrust his cock through her hand. "Not yet," she smiled though and she kissed the underside of his dick again, sucking and nibbling her way slowly upward until she nibbled the swollen head and then sucked it back into her warm wet mouth.



"Uuhhhh," he cried and he grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. He was grinding his hips and forcing his cock in deep and Catherine nearly gave in that time and let him but just as he was losing it she lifted from him and squeezed him hard. She gripped his throbbing shaft and kissed his groin and his thigh and then she nuzzled his balls again.



She kissed them and bit one softly and then she sucked it almost into her mouth and lashed it with her tongue, thinking of how much semen was being made inside there... She nuzzled them both some more, kissing them and sucking on them softly - hoping they were getting nice and full. Then she kissed her way back up his shaft and moaned as she took him back into her mouth. And as she did it that time his hand closed around the back of her head and held her there. And she peered up at his contorted face, red and dripping with sweat, and she decided she would allow him to cum this time. She gripped the base of his cock to stop him from forcing it into her throat and she cupped his balls with her other hand, and she started bobbing her head in time with his thrusts, moaning and sucking on the head of his cock -- wanting him to cum, wanting to feel it and taste it, blushing deeply within herself at the thought of the swollen balls she was holding in her hand erupting into her mouth.. And then he bucked and forced his cock hard against her fist while he gripped firmly holding her head in place. And then his cock flexed and throbbed... and it throbbed again and a thick wad of sperm gushed into her mouth. "Mmmm," She moaned as it flooded into her throat and she swallowed it as another thick burst hit the roof of her mouth and then another and another gushed from him. "Mmmm," she moaned again as she held it and felt it with her tongue, enjoying the gooey texture and strange masculine taste, again blushing deeply within herself at the thought of a guy looking down at her knowing she had the contents of a his balls in her mouth. 



She was still holding his balls, gently fondling and caressing them, squeezing them a little and wondering if they were now empty as she softy swallowed and continued to suck his cock -- knowing right then that this is something she was going to do a lot more of -- that she needed to find other guys who would let her suck them off like that. "Mmm... that was so nice Timmy. I really like tasting you," she smiled up at him. 



He was just grinning down at her and she took his cock back into her mouth. "There's some of it on your face," he said.



She turned and looked in the mirror and saw a string of cum from the corner of her mouth across her cheek. She touched the end of it and it stuck to her finger, dangling from it as she lifted it from her skin. She wiped it on the sheet and took his cock back into her mouth, swallowing softly as his cock flexed and began to firm up again.



"I think that's enough for you today," she smiled up at him. Then she got up and fixed her dress while he pulled his pants up. "And anyway - what are we doing tomorrow? It's my last day you know." 



"I have to work for my dad at the fish market tomorrow," he said. "We could go out at night again -- maybe for dinner?"



"Okay.... what time are you going to pick me up?"



"How about seven?" he grinned. 



"Okay... seven it is," she smiled and she kissed his cheek.



He then walked her home and saw her to her door. She gave him a good night kiss then tried to sneak in but was confronted by her dad coming from the bathroom. "Hi daddy," she giggled cheekily as he looked up from her pushed-up boobs with a disapproving frown. She then squeezed past him and smiled back at him as she closed the bathroom door.



She stripped off and got in the shower, still with the strong taste of cum in her mouth until she brushed her teeth. Then she pulled on a little negligee with no panties and crawled into bed to rub her clit and bring on an orgasm. It was only a small one, just enough to keep her going until tomorrow when she was planning to go and visit the guys again.



*** 8 ***



The next morning she picked out a very short sundress and blue lace panties for her walk into the village.



It was shaping up as another hot day but the wind was gusty at the pier as usual. Manny was below deck in his old fishing boat. He and Timmy had dropped their catch at the market on the mainland and had finished cleaning the boat and equipment. He had sent Timmy home to get some sleep and he was sitting there below deck on his cot thumbing a framed photo of his wife Rose.



He took a deep breath and fought back a tear as he rubbed his whiskery chin. He shook his head hopelessly, knowing full well there was no point dwelling on her loss and that he had to get on with his life without her. Until a few days ago he had been resigned to misery and somehow comfortable with that, but that had suddenly changed and the reason for the change -- the very thing that had upset his pitiful existence was calling to him from above.



"You there Manny!" the sweetest voice on earth called to him again and he pushed himself up from his cot and poked his head out the cabin door unable to stop himself from smiling at the sight of her. 



"There you are!" she smiled back down at him. "I thought I was going to miss you and it's my last day."



She was standing up on the pier at the top of the ladder and he could see directly up the front of her dress. "Blue ones today?" he said with a low whistle.



"Uh huh," she teased, doing a little pirouette and making her pretty dress billow out. He even got a quick flash of the underside of her young tits when she did that. They were bare beneath her dress... "Do you like?" she asked with a sweet little blush.



Manny stepped up onto the walkway and approached the base of the ladder. She remained standing right at the edge of the pier so he was then directly beneath her with his eye level at her ankles. She was pinching the hem of her dress, twirling back and forth a little with her blush deepening as he grinned up at her. He could see the underside of her little white tits like that and he could just make out her little pink nipples.



"Can I come down?" she uttered.



"Sure love -- if it's your last day you better come and have a cup of tea," he offered and as she climbed down the ladder he guided her with her dress billowing out again and his hands going under it and up to feel her bare waist. Her dress was so short that when he released her it settled only just covering her panties.



Catherine followed him down below with her skin tingling from the touch of his rough fingers. It was clean and tidy down with a basic galley and a small cot. There was a table and seats either side of it where she sat while he brewed tea.



"Is that your wife?" she asked about the framed photo lying on the table.



He picked it up and wiped the glass with his shirt. "Yeah -- that's my Rose," he said looking at it lovingly.



"Timmy told me she passed away... I'm sorry," Catherine went on kindly.



"Thanks love... you know she would have liked you! You would have reminded her of her youth...You certainly remind me!"



"Oh? That's nice..."



"Well not in the way you look," he added with a chuckle. "Although she was as pretty as you... But it's more in the way you light the place up! In the pretty dresses and your smile... In the way you show leg and tease us all," he grinned. "Rose was just like that... Used to have all the guys fighting over her."



"But you won here heart," Catherine ventured.



"Sure," he grinned as he served her tea. "But I'm talking about after that."



"After? What she kept teasing everyone after you married?"



"Hell yes! Just like you will no doubt."



"But didn't that make you jealous?"



"No -- not at all love. That was back in the 70's and we were pretty open back then... You kids think you're cheeky but you've got nothing on us old timers who were young back then."



"So what did you do?" Catherine asked with interest. "What naughty things did you do? I can't imagine my parents... eww!"



He laughed. "Well Rose and I used to smoke pot and got to concerts. Then after we'd been married for a few years we had a go at swinging with some other couples... Did that quite a lot over the years until I started having problems in that way."



"Oh you mean half mast," Catherine said, smiling and raising her eyebrows in mock horror. "Sorry," she added.



"No that's fine love... Never stopped Rose and I. She used to give a fine err... well you know... I'm pretty sure young Timmy would know what I mean."



He was chuckling and Catherine blushed. "Did he tell you?" 



"Now don't blame the lad. It's not hard for us to get information out of him when we want to."



"So you made him tell?" Catherine went on, feigning offence. Her embarrassment was real.



"Yeah well we were all pretty curious with him showing you off on that big boat, and we figured a few details wouldn't hurt no one."



Catherine smiled through her blush. "Well I just broke up with my boyfriend so I'm allowed to try stuff."



"Hell yes!" Manny agreed wholeheartedly. "Half young Timmy's luck is about what we all figured... Oh to be young again!"



Catherine's blush deepened as she looked up from her tea cup. "I was actually wondering what that would be like with a black guy... You know -- if it would be any different."



"No love -- just the same I think... At least it's the same with white women," he offered warmly. "I must admit I was curious about that until Rose and I started swinging."



He picked up the picture again and drifted into a bit of a trance for a moment. Then he put it on the shelf and smiled. "I certainly had it good you know... I was one lucky son of a bitch!"



"Do you miss her?" Catherine asked softly. "I mean in that way too?"



He shrugged. "Had more than my share of that love..."



"But you're still fun to tease," she went on playfully. "Maybe you're not past it completely!"



He grinned. "True... I guess I could call in at the Red Lantern over on the mainland some time. Rose used threaten she was going to start sending me there if I didn't give away fishing soon."



"Is that a whore house?" Catherine giggled.



"Well -- that's about as good as it's going to get for an old guy like me love. Pity the young girl trying to earn her living though."



"I wouldn't pity her... She might enjoy it with you," Catherine challenged playfully. "I don't see why not."



"Well if you worked at the Lantern I'd be there lined up every night love. Along with half the men in town... And the other half are married and faithful otherwise they'd be there lined up too."



"Hmm... well I don't think I want to work at the Red Lantern but what if I just did something for you?" Catherine asked softly. "It's sort of what I was thinking about when I came for a walk today -- sort of hoping you would let me."



The old man peered up from fiddling with his cup. "Are you serious love?"



"Uh huh..."



He took her hand and guided her around the table to be standing in front of him. "You know I've been dreaming about that all week since I first saw you," he said as he smoothed his old hands up her thighs. "So you're of age? You're over eighteen?"



"I'm nineteen," Catherine uttered.



He was slowly rubbing up and down her thighs with his hands going under her dress as far as her hips. "I don't think I'll be able to get it up properly love... I'd like to but I just don't think I can."



"Couldn't I do what your wife used to do for you?" Catherine asked softly.



"You mean a blow job?" he grinned. 



"Uh huh... I'd like to."



"Well, with my wife I always used to do her first," he went on grinning. "Does that sound okay?"



Catherine's blush deepened. "Okay..."



He lifted the front of her dress and kissed her belly. "Mmm you've got such soft skin love... do you know how much I've missed that?" he groaned as he opened his mouth and sucked on her flesh.



She held his head with one hand and held her dress up with the other. The feeling of his mouth and tongue was making her legs weak and her pussy tingle. One of his gnarled old hands moved up her inner thigh as he continued sucking on her belly and his fingers pressed into her pussy. He then kissed upward and she lifted her dress higher until his mouth closed over her left breast. He sucked half of it into his mouth and lashed her nipple with his tongue while at the same time rubbing the crotch of her panties into her pussy.



He sucked hard on one tit then switched to the other, again covering it with his mouth and lashing the nipple, massaging it with his tongue and making her writhe and grind down against his fingers.



"Let's have a look down here then shall we?" he grinned up at her and she held her dress up while he sat back a bit and had a look at her panties. "Yes, very pretty," he said as he held her hips just looking at them for a moment. Then he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and Catherine sucked in a breath as he peeled them down a bit and smiled. "Now this is different," he said curiously. "They used to be pretty bushy down there back in my day."



"Do you like it?" Catherine asked shyly.



"It's going to be nice to lick," he grinned, making her giggle. "Come over to the cot though... We'll get these out of the way and see if I can remember how to do this."



Catherine followed him still holding her dress up above her waist while he straightened the bed cover. He then guided her to lie back and she lifted her butt as he tugged her panties down and off. He just sat there beside her looking at her pussy for a moment. She was lying flat with her legs together and her dress still up around her waist. 



"You sure you want to do this love? If you want to stop I'll understand."



"I want to," Catherine uttered. 



Manny lifted her dress up over her little tits and she thrust them upward as he sucked on one. He felt between her thighs again as he resumed lashing her nipple, and with her legs parting slightly he felt into her wet slit. She was already dripping and he felt into her with his middle finger and found she was slick inside and searing hot. So he forced his thick old finger in deeper and rubbed back against her g-spot... That made her body arch off the cot and it made her moan so he quickly switched to her other tit and sucked it hard while rubbing deep inside with his finger. 



She had spread her legs and had her feet flat with her hips a foot off the bed and gyrating against his hand. Her juices were squelching and dripping into her anus. She was moaning and panting and her face was contorting in ecstasy, so he quickly scooted back and after guiding her lower body down he leant in over her and sucked on her clit. He carefully withdrew his finger from inside of her and lifted her leg over his shoulder. He was then between her thighs and he covered her slit with his mouth and started lashing it with his tongue. He sliced through it and swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit, circling it and flicking over it then pressing hard and massaging back and forth. He then relented and stuck his tongue into her nice and deep, tasting her sweet young juices and sucking on her tender folds. He ate into her like that making her moan and grind her pussy against his face then he suddenly attacked her clit again and forced that thick old finger back in deep.



Uhhh..hhhh, " she moaned loudly as he reached up with his other gnarled old hand and groped her tits. He was then fucking her with his finger and lashing and sucking on her clit while roughly squeezing her tender young breasts and tweaking her nipples. Her body was arching up off the cot and her hips were again gyrating wildly. Her hands were wrapped around the steel cot frame above her head and her face was arched back into the pillow with her mouth open and panting. Her orgasm was teetering on the edge of eruption and he kept her there for ages, lessening the attack on her clit and slowing the thrusts of his finger into her. Then he'd force his finger in deep again and rub back against her g-spot, making her pant harder and louder and making her hips gyrate wildly again... He brought her close to the brink then eased her back then brought her close to the brink again and again before her orgasm finally overwhelmed her and thumped through her slender young body.



And Manny held his thick old finger deep inside of her, virtually supporting her off the cot with it as her body convulsed, and he kept his mouth pressed over her soaking wet pussy with his tongue softly massaging her clit, continuing to stimulate the contractions of her orgasm. He guided her through it, gradually withdrawing his finger as she started to come down and finally relenting from his tongue massage of her sensitive little button, allowing her body to ease back to the cot and settle. 



"Oh my God!" she gasped. "Oh my God!"



"Was that good?" the old man grinned. He was just stroking her thigh and watching her tits shudder upon her breath.



"Oh my God -- that was amazing," she cried. "That was so intense I can't stop shaking."



She continued panting and her little tits kept jiggling. She had her legs closed modestly now and he was just stroking her and watching her young body quiver. She started watching his face and she began to blush as her orgasm subsided. She was then just lying there with her dress hiked up around her neck with nothing else on. "Is it your turn now?" she asked sweetly. "I don't know how to make you feel like you made me but you can cum in my mouth..."



He tugged her dress down for her and she sat up smoothing it into place. "You won't need to do much love... Just the look of you with my old cock in your mouth is going to be enough." 



He rested across the cot propped against the wall. Catherine got down on her knees on the floor and leant into his lap. She smiled shyly up at him as they both worked on his trousers and shorts, getting them down around his ankles. Her eyes then widened as she lifted his cock and saw his balls.

<hr pg="13" />"Oh my God they're huge," she cried, blushing even more.



"Yes love -- I hope you're thirsty. I've never been short of volume when it comes to ejaculation."



She smiled. "Really?" Then she lifted his cock, squeezing it as it flexed in her hand, and she kissed his balls. First one, sucking gently on the wrinkly skin then moving to the other and kissing and sucking on it too. "They're so black," she said, kissing them again and then nibbling her way up his shaft. "It is different... It's shiny when I lick it and it's so dark in my hand," she said playfully. Then she closed her eyes and took the huge head into her mouth and sucked on it.



Manny held her hair out of the way so he could watch his old cock sliding into her mouth. He had firmed up to about as hard as he got these days but it felt nice with her soft little white fingers gripping his shaft and squeezing as it flexed. She was also stroking him slowly and that felt good with her head bobbing and his cock sliding back and forth in her warm mouth.



"Mmm that's right love just keep doing that," he said to her, meeting her eyes as she peered up at him. She was feeling his balls with her other soft little hand and he spread his legs to give her better access to them. They were filling nicely with the way she was fondling them and almost nurturing them along. "Yeah, I hope you're real thirsty love," he groaned as he felt another surge of pleasure that seemed to fill them even more.



"I am," she uttered as she released his cock head and kissed it lovingly. "I'm so thirsty for everything you have in here," she added as she lifted his cock and kissed his old balls again, sending another surge of pleasure that seemed to fill them even more.



When she kissed and nibbled her way back up his shaft Manny held her head in place and started fucking her mouth. She kept sucking on the end of his cock and her hand was wet enough for him to fuck it as well. He had hardened a little more and was firm enough to enjoy the sensation of plunging into her mouth and then the sheer ecstasy of his swollen cockhead popping through her lips. His old balls were then completely full of cum and just rocking in her soft little hand. She was bobbing her head in time with his thrusts so he didn't have to work too hard with his back. He was virtually just flicking his hips and surging into her mouth on the down stroke.



Then when that final surge tipped him over the edge he held firmly in her mouth and shot a massive load of cum. It was a series of powerful bursts that made her eyes widen instantly. She moaned though as she swallowed it down and he held her hair back so he could watch her face while she did that... He watched her slender neck gulp once and then again as he continued to empty his old balls. He watched her beautiful face all red and strained. He watched her pretty green eyes in shock as the first burst of cum gushed into her mouth then he watched them close softly as she continued to suck on him and swallow his load. He stroked her soft hair as she held his balls and squeezed and massaged them gently until his cock stopped pulsing, and he fought back tears as she smiled up at him wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. He fought them but his eyes welled and he sniffled as her pretty face turned to concern.



"It's all right love -- I'm fine," he said. "I think I just really need that -- more so than I imagined."



"Well that's good," Catherine said sweetly.



"You know you really shouldn't be doing this with an old fart like me though... Sure -- have fun with the boys your own age as much as you want but you shouldn't let grown men take advantage love."



"I wouldn't. I only ever did that for one other old man and he was really kind to me like you are. And I also thought you looked so sad... That's why I wanted to."



Manny's old eyes welled with tears again. "You could see that?"



Catherine nodded. "I didn't know about your wife before but I could see how sad you were deep down... It's in your eyes all the time -- even when you smile."



He sniffled another tear and she patted his arm. 



"Don't worry love this has been coming on for a year now... Ever since my wife died I've been a wreck." He sniffled again and rubbed his eyes. "You know -- this is exactly the sort of thing Rose would have come up with to give me a boot up the butt and tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself... It's as if she sent you!"



"Well maybe she did," Catherine smiled softly. "I hope she's not going to haunt me now that I did that though."



He chuckled. "How about some more tea love? Something to wash that down..?"



"No thanks," she replied blushing a little. "I like the feel of it in my mouth like this... and the taste, knowing it's from a man." She was pulling her panties on and he was sitting there watching her. She smiled through her blush. "Did it feel nice for you..?"



He grinned. "It was perfect love. I didn't think you'd swallow."



"But that's the fun part... Especially the way you were holding my hair away from my face so you could watch me do it. It was so exciting to have a my mouth full of your cum and to know you were watching my face... Then to swallow it for you -- I think it's only right to let guys watch me do that."



She kissed his whiskery cheek. "I had better go now though. I think mom's waiting."



She then hurried off smiling and waving and quickly stopped in at the store. When she got back to the house with the groceries her mom was cleaning and she snuck in and went to her room. It had been a huge load of cum and she could still taste it as she flopped back on her bed and felt herself through her little blue panties. It had been such an amazing orgasm -- like he had full control of her body and... suddenly there was a knock on her door and her dad poked his head in.



"You better close your curtains sweetheart... I just chased off a bunch of hooligans trying to spy on you with binoculars."



"Oh really? A bunch of them?"



"Yeah -- there was three of the little runts but they took off up into the forest... I'll give Pratt a call and we might go give them a scare later."



"Okay dad," Catherine said and she pulled her curtains closed, but when her dad closed the door she had a peek out... Timmy was working with his dad all day so it couldn't have been him. Which meant Tod and Paulo had brought a friend along today.



She had been undecided about going to see them and letting them have her one last time. But she felt herself through her panties again and squirmed down against her hand at the thought of being offered to some other guy as well.



Her mother was busy cleaning the house for their departure tomorrow and her dad was watching TV. She hurried out the front door calling back to them that she was going out for a while and ignoring their protests. She hadn't even taken her shoulder bag though and she thought of probably needing tissues to clean up with after three of them but if she went back she would have to help clean the house for sure!



All she had on was the shortest dress she owned, panties and sandals, and she felt very vulnerable as she approached the house. She snuck up to the front window and looked in and saw Paulo and a guy she had met at the carnival playing cards. She couldn't see Tod.



She turned away from the window and stood there against the wall collecting her thoughts. She knew if she went in there they would want to have sex with her -- both of them, and Tod was sure to be around somewhere. She considered sneaking off and going home but she ended up sneaking quietly around the back and going inside. She peered in through the kitchen where Paulo saw her.



"Fuck yes!" he cried and she met his smile. "Your fucking old man nearly caught us," he said excitedly. "I didn't think you were coming today."



"I can't stay long," Catherine blushed as she met the smile of the other guy.



"Just a quick fill huh?" Paulo said as he pulled her close and cuddled her from behind. "This is Joel -- remember him from the carnival?"



"I remember... Hi Joel," Catherine offered politely.



Paulo felt her up, squeezing her breasts and making her dress lift in front. Joel looked down at her panties and she followed his eyes, knowing she was being exposed to him.



"Hot isn't she?" Paulo said to him and he nodded. "She's our little blond fuck toy," he went on and Catherine's blush deepened when he looked up to meet her eyes.



"Go and tell Tod," Paulo added dismissively. "I'm going first." And with that he took Catherine by the hand and led her to the bedroom while the other guy ran out the back to go and get Tod.



Catherine followed with her juices sopping the folds of her pussy even though she didn't realise it. Her legs were tingling though and as she was positioned back on the mattress she lifted and allowed Paulo to take her panties off. He pulled them from her feet and tossed them aside with them landing on the floor in the middle of the room.



"So you're going home tomorrow huh?" 



"Yes -- we're leaving in the morning."



"So -- last chance to empty my balls in you then," he smiled as he lay down on top of her.



"Uh huh... are they full?" Catherine uttered.



"Yeah -- very full," he grinned as he sunk his cock in. And Catherine braced against the pain for a moment. He was then slowly withdrawing and looking down between them at his cock sinking back into her, and she spread her legs wider -- offering herself to him. "Do you want it deep or creamy?" he asked.



"Deep please..."



He grinned again and thrust forward lifting her off the mattress with the head of his cock poking in her womb. And Catherine kept herself suspended like that while he fucked her... He was on his hands and knees still watching his cock thrusting into her. She was lying with her shoulders pressed down and her feet flat with her legs spread wide open and her hips a foot off the mattress. 



She held herself up like that while he pounded her and then forced the head of his cock back into her womb and deposited his load in there... And it was a huge load too -- and a very powerful one with the pulses of sperm squirting hard against her insides. 



"Are you going to let Joel have a fuck too?" he asked while his cock continued to throb.



"Uh huh..." Catherine uttered and she looked beyond his shoulder to see Tod and Joel standing in the doorway watching.



Then when Paulo pulled out Tod turned her over and positioned her on her hands and knees. She just peered blankly over her shoulder at the other guy as he mounted her and started humping her body. He was going crazy pounding her hard and fast and she tilted her hips and pressed back against him as he shot his load. She could feel his little dick throbbing and the cum bursting from it. "Yeah -- fucking creamed her good!" he laughed back at Joel, who had edged closer with his stiff cock out and his hand squeezing and stroking it.



Catherine then moaned a little as the new guy mounted her and she began to feel the heat of embarrassment at being 'gangbanged' as they were boasting to each other. The guy having his turn was already close to his climax though and after humping her for a minute or so he was jammed hard against her bottom with his cock pulsing away and squirting more semen into her. 



Catherine waited while he finished in her. She hadn't experienced even a slight warming of her own orgasm. It was as if her mind had decided she was there for them to use and her body had remained sort of numb to any physical pleasure... Although it was also an extension of the way the old black man had left her that morning -- as if these boys were just adding the missing ingredient to his otherwise thorough ravishment of her body. They were just adding the cream, she contemplated as she remembered the feel of his thick old finger inside of her and his tongue massaging her clit. 



The new guy was feeling her breasts with his cock still semi-firm inside of her. He lifted her upper body with her dress falling down to cover her, but his hands were still up under it and he was massaging her and playing with her nipples... She arched back for him and kept herself presented with his cock firming again. She looked back at Tod and Paulo watching. Paulo had just wiped his cock and balls and he handed her panties to Tod so he could wipe his as well. And he did that but his eyes suddenly shot open and he cried out "Oh fuck!" and he and Paulo took off out of the room and she heard them hurtling out the back door and into the forest. She then peeked out the open window and saw her dad strolling along the road and she ducked back down pulling the guy on her back down with her.



"Oh shit!" she cried under her breath and she peeked out again to see him looking over at the house.



"What?" the guy asked, still holding her around the waist -- and he ground his hips and forced his cock up into her as she tried to push him away.



"It's my dad..." she whispered anxiously and she peered over the window ceil again, pushing back against the guy's hip as he continued grinding against her and getting even harder inside of her.



Her dad had walked along a bit further and stopped to look around some more. He was searching up ahead into the forest and Catherine rested back against the guy who was fucking her. His cock was completely stiff and he was humping her steadily, though he also had a look up over the window ceil.



Catherine arched back, tilting her hips to give him better access to her once more. "Are you getting close yet?" she asked as he felt up under her dress and squeezed her breasts again.



He looked up over the ceil again. "He's gone now."



She had another look and saw he had gone further along the road out of sight. The guy on her back then started fucking her harder and she clung to the window ceil and pressed her butt back against his thrusts. He was really starting to pound her hard as he held her hips and rode her faster and faster until he was suddenly still and pressed firmly against her. "Oh fuck that's close," he groaned, making Catherine squirm back against him.



"Don't hold back," she whispered to him. "Hurry up, before he comes back!"



His fingers were suddenly pressed against her clit and he resumed fucking her while rubbing it. Which soon had her orgasm building and had her squirming back onto his dick even harder. But just before he lost complete control again her held still and fought back his climax. 



"I want you to cum first," he breathed into her neck and he kissed her skin and sucked on her, making her belly tingle and her orgasm surge with the feel of him thrusting into her again. "Cum on my cock," he groaned and his fingers vibrated against her clit.



"Uh huh..."Catherine moaned and she looked back over her shoulder to see Todd and Paulo standing there feeling their cocks and watching... She then let herself go and the feel of the fingers vibrating and squishing her clit against the feel of the shaft spearing in and out of her sent her over the edge and grinding shamelessly back onto a throbbing, squirting cock.



She then collapsed onto the mattress and watched that guy clean off his cock with her panties while Paulo kept an eye out the window and Todd got into position. He didn't mount her though. He kept her there on her side and stroked himself until he was ready to ejaculate, then he got in behind her and just poked his dick in to finish off, with Catherine resting there while his cum gushed and flooded her even more than she already was.



Tod picked up her panties and wiped his foamy cock and balls with them then he handed them to her, grinning at her blush and smile. "What am I supposed to wear now?" she scolded playfully. They were soaked all over.



"Well you made us cum so much so you have to look after it all," Tod chuckled as he took up the post by the window and Paulo got down on his knees on the mattress.



Catherine remained on her side with her dress tugged down to cover herself while she watched him masturbate. He was looking in under the back of her dress though and he could see her bald pussy was completely creamed already, and she could feel how wet she was too as she watched his hand jiggling over the head of his cock.



He then shifted her upper leg forward a little, and she clutched her soggy panties in her hand as she felt the head of his cock enter her and his hand keep jerking the shaft. "Oh fuck yeah," he groaned and Catherine blushed as she peered up at the other two watching what he was doing... "Oh yeah!" he groaned and his body convulsed, forcing the head of his cock in a bit deeper but it was still only inside of her a few inches... Then it throbbed and his face contorted as she felt his semen gush.



"Yeah -- fucking cream pie!" Tod chuckled, making her blush deeper again. 



She lifted her hips a little and pressed back against him though. "You guys are so crude," she uttered shyly. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this."



"You going to stay for a while -- let us go again?" Paulo asked as he carefully pulled out and got back up on his knees.



"No -- I have to go before my dad comes back," Catherine said more seriously. She also offered Paulo her panties and he grinned as he accepted them. "Well you might as well. They're already soaked in it," she giggled.



She got up on her knees too and held her pussy to stop it from dripping while he wiped his balls clean. Tod turned back from the window grinning down at her and the other guy was standing there grinning as well. "Well I suppose you guys would like to see it running down my legs would you?"



"Or down your chin," Joel chuckled and Tod and Paulo joined in while Catherine's blush deepened and she just shook her head.



She accepted her panties back and when she removed her hand from between her legs her fingers were dripping cum so she used her panties to clean them.



"We could go down the back way if you want to sneak home without your dad seeing," Paulo said as he peeked out the window.



"That would be good," Catherine replied as she stepped into her panties and pulled them up. "Is it very far?"



"No -- just a bit further than going back along the road," Tod said. "But let's go before he comes back eh?"



Catherine followed them out the back door and into the forest where there was a narrow trail down over the rocks. It was mostly Paulo waiting her help her but the other guy, Joel was kind and polite too and she liked being held by either of them when she had to get down a steep bank or from a rock or log. 



The trail wound along the edge of the forest and emerged at the back of the village where Paulo lived with his father. His father was home so they led Catherine into the garage where there was a dart board and pool table set up. It was there day time club house.



"I have to get going," Catherine said to them. 



"Yeah -- you just go to the end of the street and you'll see the pier from there," Paulo explained but he took her hand and pulled her close as he spoke. He then felt her breasts, pinching a nipple through her dress and twisting it. "You going to come back and see us again one day?"



"No." Catherine said teasingly. "You've got your porno movies haven't you?"



They all laughed. "Yeah but the real thing's better," Paulo went on, moving behind her and tweaking both nipples that time... He was also firming against her bum and she pressed back against the feel of him.



The other two were just standing there grinning again and Paulo felt down her sides and brought his hands back up under her dress to close over her breasts again... The other two then lowered their gaze to her exposed panties -- all wet with their cum.



"Can you at least close the door please?" Catherine uttered. 



Tod then pulled the door closed and turned back to watch. Paulo ground against her butt with his cock having resurged to a full erection it seemed. Both Tod and Joel started rubbing theirs through their pants.

<hr pg="14" />"You have to do it yourselves again though," Catherine blushed.



Tod smiled at that and he looked to his buddies. "Last one to shoot's gay!" he challenged them and he pulled his dick out and started jerking off. Then Joel pulled his out and went at it as well and Paulo released Catherine to line up beside them. Which left her standing there in front of the three of them, feeling her blush deepen as she watched them pound their cocks.



"Oh my God," she uttered as she bit down on her lip and kept the hem of her dress stretched down to cover her legs as best she could... They were all staring at her thighs and picturing where they were going to shoot their loads.



Her embarrassment began to fade though and the excitement of watching them compete made her lift that dress hem a bit and show them her panties.... She lifted it to her waist and held it there for them, just staring right back at their engorged penises and their fists pumping wildly.



"Oh fuck!" Joel gasped and he quickly shuffled closer. Catherine then remained still while he urgently stretched the edge of her panties aside and probed into her with the head of his cock. He crouched down a bit and thrust it upward with the head penetrating her, and then he forced it up her and bucked. And she relaxed her legs open a bit for him and held his shoulders as she felt him throbbing and pumping his load into her. And he surged up under her and fucked her a bit but he quickly softened and couldn't continue.



"You ready?" Tod asked Paulo.



"No -- you go man," he said. 



Joel was fixing his pants and Tod approached where Catherine was standing a little shakily. She relaxed her legs open for him too as he crouched and forced his cock in through the edge of her panties and up inside of her. She then clung to him as he held her leg up and fucked her with short hard thrusts. And while he was doing that Paulo got in behind and sandwiched her. And he also took hold of her leg and held it up, and he started probing from beneath with the end of his dick... He probed in against the bottom of Tods shaft and "Ahhh..hhh," Catherine cried as the head of his cock slipped in alongside. "Oww that hurts," she uttered but as the head of Paulo's cock went up inside of her the pain eased and there was just a feeling of being stretched and really full.



"Keep still and let her get used to it," Paulo said to Tod.



Catherine relaxed down onto them both. "I suppose this is another one of your porno ideas is it?" She could feel them both moving a little and it was still stretching her but it felt nice too.



"Yeah -- DP divas volume two," Tod chuckled. The head of his cock was actually rubbing against the head of Paulo's cock but he couldn't tell. It just felt amazing inside of her like that.



"Dad's ordered volume three," Paulo said to him. His cock was only penetrating as deep as Tod's because of the awkward angle and the fact that he was curved up into her from behind. But the way the underside of their cocks were rubbing against each other inside of her felt good for him too. 



Catherine relaxed there letting them enjoy the feel of her. She was concentrating on the sensations -- enjoying it more when their thrusts were offset... When they both inserted at the same time it felt like she was being stretched but when they alternated back and forth, sawing in and out of her, it felt much nicer. "Ohhh..hh like that," she uttered as they settled in an alternating rhythm. "You're going to make me cum like that..." she said softly as her orgasm began to build... There was a sudden resurgence of the warmth of the last one and the thought of having two dicks inside of her had her mind whirling with a sense of utter debauchery. "This is so disgusting," she moaned as she clung back around Paulo's neck. 



"Yeah but it's fucking good too," he groaned and he tweaked her nipples harder as he continued to alternate strokes with Tod... His load was building again nicely and he had to bare down and hold it back a few times, which only filled his balls even more. He could feel Tods balls bumping against the underside of his cock each stroke and that was weird, but with Catherine's pussy so fucking hot and wet there was no way he was pulling out... He just kept up the slow steady rhythm alternating his thrusts with Tod until her inner walls suddenly gripped and started throbbing in orgasm. And then he held firmly up her intending to ride it out but Tod also jammed his cock in and held firm with his shaft pulsing and the warmth of his cum flooding all around. And that sent Paulo over the edge and his balls clenched up into the base of his cock and started pulsing as well.



And with Catherine's mini orgasm dissipating she just stood there blushing to herself at the feel of two penises throbbing and gushing cum inside of her... They were both about five inches inside of her body and her slit was sealed tight around them both -- basically squeezing them together... She thought of the fact that there were two sets of balls beneath her right then -- both clenching at the same time and depositing their contents inside of her... She wanted to feel them but it was too difficult with the way she was sandwiched between the two of them.



Then Paulo's cock softened and oozed out of her to hang dripping between his legs. Then Tod's cock slurped out as well and Catherine quickly smoothed the crotch of her panties back into place before any of their semen ran down her legs. 



She looked up to meet them all grinning like fools. "It was nice having you both in me like that," she said sweetly... But they just kept grinning. "But I really have to go now..." she added and she opened the door. "See you porno boys... don't forget me!"



Hel legs were wobbly but they came good by the time she reached the pier and the whistling crowd at the fishermen's bar. She could feel the breeze was cool against her thighs where some of their cum had dripped but it dried quickly and just felt a bit sticky by the time she got to the house... Her mom was still cleaning and told her to get some rubber gloves and do the bathroom. "Yes mom," she said and when she was in the bathroom she closed the door and slumped back against it.



She lifted the front of her dress and her panties were soaked. She peeled them down and there was a thick film of goo stringing from the crotch to her sodden pussy lips. They had all cum in her so many times though and she again smiled to herself at the thought of being gooey with semen from three different guys... 



Her dad had returned frustrated at not being able to find the hoodlums and he confronted Catherine but she'd lied and said she just went to the village - which was preferable to admitting she had gone to meet them and let them all 'gangbang' her and that she was standing there right then with her panties soaked in their cum.



Then after cleaning the rest of the house with her mother she spent the rest of the afternoon sunbathing with her book, and wondering if they were watching with the binoculars - and she made sure they would be pleased with themselves by undoing her bikini top and being not too careful when she moved around with it like that. She also wondered if Timmy might have his telescope thingy focused on her... but Timmy was otherwise occupied -



Just on five he made it to the jewellery store on the mainland and spent his entire savings on the biggest diamond ring he could afford. He kept just enough to take Catherine out that night though and he still had his credit card if he needed more money for that.



He returned home with the little felt box snug in his pocket and he showered and scrubbed the fish smell away then splashed some cologne and put on his suit. He found Catherine dressed in a pretty little red dress with her mom smiling over in the kitchen doorway and her dad frowning a little and looking very serious.



He handed Catherine the box of chocolates he had brought for her and she passed them back to her mom while slipping within his arm and smiling back at her dad. He then walked all the way to the cruiser with his arm around her and his feet not nearly touching the ground. She was so pretty and the way she was cuddling him with her soft hair against his cheek had him completely bewildered.



The warm sea breeze and the moonlit night only added ambience to the fairy tale that he was suddenly living. She was sweet and attentive through dinner and asked him all about the Navy, which was his favourite thing to talk about after studying the brochures and sleeping with them under his pillow for the past year. She didn't seem interested in anyone else at all and when she laughed she even reached across the small table and touched his hand sometimes.



Timmy's hand was sweaty, and throughout dinner and the comedy stage show they watched afterwards, it kept working its way into his coat pocket and feeling the little felt box. There had been a few opportunities chatting after the meal or during intermission in the comedy act where he could have taken the box out and given it to her but his heart would just pound and he couldn't do it yet



Then after the show they strolled around the resort gardens and if there was ever going to be the perfect time it was then. They even sat beneath a lamp on a garden bench for a while and she lifted her face wanting to be kissed. And he did that -- he kissed her softly and then more passionately as his mind whirled around exactly what he was going to say. He had written it down last night and remembered it word for word but still he couldn't bring himself to speak -- to just ask that simple question with those six simple words - and to risk everything. 



And so the moment passed and the little felt box was still there in his pocket with his sweaty hand feeling it as they strolled along again. It was still there when they were back aboard the cruiser heading for the island, and it was still there when he had tied the boat down and when he turned to find her standing there in the moonlight smiling up at him. "Umm... Catherine," he started shakily but she hushed him with a soft kiss.



"I want to taste you one more time," she whispered and she led him down to the bed.



That wasn't the right words anyway he figured, and besides -- he really liked it when she tasted him... So he waited until she had lowered his trousers, then he sat down and lay back on the bed, propped on his elbows so he could watch. And she smiled up at him as she softly squeezed his balls and took him in her mouth. And he held her head with one hand and watched her soft lips slide up and down his cock, thrusting his hips a little each time they slid down. And all the nervous tension of the past six hours seemed to filter through his body and build in his balls. And one time when her soft lips were sliding down he forced his cock into her warm mouth nice and deep and held firmly there. And all that tension erupted and gushed from his balls as she moaned and sucked on him.



She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and sat there smiling up at him as he fixed his trousers. "Help me up," she said, offering her hands, and he lifted her and kept her hands clasped within his own.



Timmy then took a breath - a more relaxed breath this time - and he took the small felt box from his pocket and presented it to her. He held it on his open hand and watched her eyes light up.



"Oh my God!" she said with her eyes turning to concern. "You didn't buy me something?" 



Timmy just nodded. He had exactly six words and he wanted them to be his next six words. He motioned with his eyes for her to take the box.



"Oh Timmy -- you shouldn't have..." she said but she lifted the box from his hand and opened it... Her eyes then lit up in complete amazement and her mouth opened but no words came out. And it was then the perfect moment for Timmy's six words.



"Will you be my girlfriend Catherine?"



"Oh shit!.. Is this real Timmy?" She was looking at a huge solitaire diamond ring. "You can't give me this... You... I can't possibly..." She took it out of the box and slipped it on. "Oh I can't... Oh my God..." she cried ogling it there on her finger but then quickly taking it off and putting it back in the box. "No Timmy I can't be your girlfriend... I can't accept that," she cried. "It's so beautiful and you're really wonderful but I just can't."



"But why?" he asked dejectedly. "Why can't you be my girlfriend?"



"Oh Timmy you're joining the Navy and you're going to have great adventures. You don't want to be tied down with a girlfriend now! And I'm in college and I just broke up with a guy... It just wouldn't work -- and you can't give a girl..." she had another look at the ring with her eyes lighting up again for a second. "You just can't give a girl something like this! Not unless you're... Well you just can't."



"But I want you to have it," he muttered. "Even if you don't want to be my girlfriend I still want you to have it..."



Catherine forced the box into his hand and closed his fingers around it. "Show it to Janelle okay... Show it to your sister and ask her why I couldn't accept it... She'll explain it to you."



And with that Catherine left and ran home with her heart pounding and tears streaming down her face. He was such a sweet guy and she felt so sorry for him but there was no way she could be his girlfriend. She was going home to her real life and he was going away to his. There was no practical way they could even get to spend time together, and she wanted to be single now anyway... 



She still wore the shell necklace he had made for her and the roses were there on the nightstand. He would be all right, she convinced herself as she lay in bed listening to the silence in the air and the soft rumble of waves in the distance. He would meet another girl -- lots of girls, when he went away to join the Navy. He would be fine, she decided as sleep came to her. 



*** 9 ***



The entire fisherman's bar cheered that next morning when Manny walked in. It was the first time he had walked through that door since his wife passed away. "Get off his fucking stool," Vince said to his son. Vince was Manny's best buddy and his son had been sitting there after the catch every morning for the past nine months -- after Manny's stool had remained vacant for a while awaiting his return and they had finally given up on him.



His stool was next to Vince's, right by the open windows looking out along the pier. 



"Good to see you old timer," Vince said warmly. "It's about time!"



Manny chuckled and took a sip of the beer that had been placed in front of him. He waited until all the pats on the back ended and everyone settled back to their drinks and chat, then he responded quietly to Vince. "Yeah well I was more than happy wallowing in self pity but Rose booted me up the ass didn't she."



Vince chuckled. "And how'd she do that exactly?"



"Sent me an angel..."



"Oh -- you mean sweet young Catherine? She's been a breath of fresh air strolling around in those pretty dresses hasn't she? With those legs!" Vince returned secretly. Then he had a sip of his beer and went on. "You know she reminded me of Rose -- the way she stood there on the pier with the wind up her skirt and her little panties on display... same as the day we first laid eyes on Rose remember?"



"Yeah, I remember," Manny grinned, looking out the window. "Speak of an angel... There she is now."



She was in the back seat of the four wheel drive that had just pulled up beside the police office. Her father was chatting with Sergeant Pratt, seemingly saying goodbye as they were headed for the ferry pulling into dock.



"You know there's a young guy who's got it bad," Vince said, indicating Timmy waiting out on the end of the pier. "You know, talk over on the mainland is that he paid near on three thousand for a diamond ring yesterday."



"Yeah I heard," Manny said with concern. "I was talking with his old man this morning and apparently he got word back from his Navy application this morning too -- failed the aptitude test."



"Fuck no!" Vince growled in disappointment for the young guy. Then he cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean Rose sent you an angel..? What have you been up to exactly?"



Manny just grinned and offered a shrug. "Nothing at all... Just like you say, with her strolling around the pier in those pretty dresses, reminding me of Rose... Made me wake up to myself is all."



Vince put his arm around his old friend's shoulder. "It's good," he said warmly. "And as matter of fact I deliberately sent the pretty young thing to ask you for a ride over that first morning to try and give you a boost... Maybe Rose was working me too huh?"



"Maybe so..." Manny agreed as he smiled and waved over to Catherine. 



"See you honey!" someone called out.



"Come on back and see us again!" another voice shouted, and a few of the guy's whistled and cheered.



"Show us a bit of leg!" someone else tried as Catherine was hanging out her window smiling and waving, while her father was glaring over. 



"I'm going over to have a word to them," her dad said.



"Oh you are not!" his wife scolded though. "Just drive!"



He drove off and stopped on the end of the line of cars waiting to load onto the ferry. Catherine saw Timmy and got out. "I'll just be a minute," she said to her parents and she approached where he was leaning against the pier rail.



"Hi Timmy -- how are you?" she asked tentatively.



"I'm okay," he replied with a half hearted shrug. "I just wanted to see you one more time."



Catherine stepped close and took his hands. "I'm so sorry," she offered, fighting back a sob.



His chin was quivering. "I understand... I'm just going to watch until you're gone okay? I'm not being silly anymore."



The cars were moving. "You're a great guy Timmy. I'll always remember you," she said, choking up that time. "Have fun in the Navy okay! You're going to make a great sailor!"



Timmy fought back the ache in the base of his throat and smiled and waved. He followed their car until the end of the pier and stood there watching for every possible glimpse of Catherine as they parked and then as she walked with her parents over to the seats at the front of the ferry when it was pushing off... He stood there transfixed and watching intently as the ferry drifted slowly away and finally Catherine waved and he thought he could see her smile. He then waved back frantically but she was obscured by the cars when the ferry turned a little.



"What's up dweeb brain?" his brother laughed suddenly, scuffing up his hair. "What -- are you going to cry are you?"



Timmy thumped his brother's chest sending his back on his ass. "Get the fuck off me Tod," he growled, and Tod got up stunned.



"H-ho! Look whose balls just dropped," he said a little shakily, feeling a twinge of fear.



Timmy was just glaring at him but he turned back around to search into the distance for another glimpse of Catherine.



Paulo took Tod's arm and pulled him away. "Come on dad's working -- let's go and watch some porn," he said.



Timmy turned back around glaring at the two of them and he stepped forward sending them both scurrying backwards as he stormed past and ran down the pier. He ducked into the cruiser and got his scope and ran up the hill past the house and across the dunes to the trail leading up onto the headland. 



His chest was tight with the pain in his heart and the ache from the tears he had been holding back. He felt none of that though as he ran as fast as he could up the rocky trail and emerged at the lookout. He then levelled his scope on the ferry and immediately found Catherine's pretty white dress. He could see it and he could see her clearly but it was too far to see her eyes or her smile. And he watched and watched intently as the ferry drifted past the buoy and closer to the mainland, and as the image of Catherine became harder and harder to distinguish in the shimmering distance. Then the ferry swung around and docked and he focused on their car. He saw it move slowly with the others and then it went up the hill and turned onto the road leading along the coast towards the city. He followed it straining to see but unable to make out Catherine in the back. He could just see the shape of it and he knew she was there. He watched as it disappeared into the trees and his heart sank but it sparked to life again when the car emerged on the cliff road around the headland. And he clung to his scope with his heart pounding and his bottom lip quivering as the car skirted the headland and when it finally disappeared into the trees the ache in his heart clenched and he couldn't contain his tears. 

<hr pg="15" />He searched the tree line for a one more glimpse but she was gone and he slumped to the ground and took the photo from his pocket. It was the photo of Catherine cuddling the stuffed giraffe and smiling at him. He'd been carrying it around in his pocket and taking it out to look at all the time. It was a bit dog-eared and smudged from where he had been touching her face but he had another one in a picture frame at home. 



He stroked her pretty face again and a tear dripped from his chin so he rubbed at his face with his arm and sniffled, trying to compose himself a little. "But I love you Catherine," he uttered though, and his chin began to quiver again. 



The end. 

