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  Sweet Catherine

  Can’t Say No

  UNPROTECTED

  COOLOMON

  Adults Only

  High level erotic content

  Copyright © 2012 Matt Coolomon

  All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form, without the written consent of the copyright holder.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real life person is coincidental.

  On The River

  Hotel Room Jitters

  Blowjob Euchre

  Nude Beach Surprise

  ON THE RIVER

  “I think it’s about time to head back,” Foley said, and he helped Catherine up and led her away down the trail. They walked in silence for a while with the other guys drifting back a bit.

  Finally she spoke. “I thought you liked the idea of seeing me with a guy.”

  “That was just talk when we were drunk the other night. And anyway, I thought you didn’t like the idea.”

  “Well it’s different in real life.” She smiled up at him.

  “Got that right!” Foley admitted.

  “So you want me to stop then?” Catherine asked softly.

  They were on their third day of a white-water rafting vacation and were partnered with two single men. Foley was Catherine’s friend, and he was supposed to be looking out for her. He and Catherine had both ended relationships in the past month, and he had invited her to use the other half of the holiday he’d paid for ages ago.

  “No I don’t want you to stop completely,” he answered.

  She was pretty hot, and he had been fantasizing constantly so far.

  “Then what?” she asked flatly.

  “I don’t know – it’s just that they were about to jump you back there!”

  “And you don’t like that guy Roger?” she asked.

  “Not much!” Foley confessed. “He’s a bit of an arsehole.”

  “What about Paul?” Catherine pressed, squeezing his arm.

  “Yeah he’s okay and so is Mario.”

  “Well I don’t know if I want things to go any further either, but what about last night? Did you notice anything?”

  “The way you rubbed one off in the dark?” Foley ventured, chuckling. He was pretty sure she had masturbated the previous night after the other two guys in their tent had gone to sleep.

  “Yes! Exactly that! I mean, I couldn’t help myself after listening to them do it.”

  “What – listening to the guys jerk off?”

  Catherine smiled as they walked, and she lifted to kiss Foley’s cheek lightly. “Yes that! And also because I was wet all day.”

  “Because you were wet?” Foley queried stupidly.

  “No not wet. I mean WET!” She giggled. “Just teasing them and the way some of the guys were looking at me was making my legs wobbly all day, and then in the tent with you three guys and just me!”

  “And today?” Foley asked after a moment’s thought. “What would you have done if they did try to fuck you back there on the grass?”

  They had been walking a mountain trail with the two guys they’d been grouped with plus another guy, Roger. They had stopped for a rest on top of the trail and had been playing around with Catherine a bit – trying to get onto her.

  “You mean all three of them?” Catherine uttered softly, her little fingers again squeezing where she was holding onto Foley’s arm.

  “Yeah all three! Would you have let them?” Foley pressed anxiously, but he managed a casual tone.

  Catherine took a moment to answer. “The truth?” she finally said, peering up at him.

  “Yeah! Be honest with me.”

  “Well to tell the truth, when you said it was time to go back, I was just wondering about condoms – if they would have brought any with them, or whether to just let them anyway and risk them getting me pregnant.”

  “So you would have let them?” Foley concluded.

  “Well I don’t know for sure. I was thinking about it but only because of the way they were all staring at my legs. But if any of them actually tried anything I don’t know if I would have chickened out or not.”

  “Hmm – and how could they avoid staring? You were giving them a good enough look,” Foley teased as he dug fingers into her sides.

  Catherine squealed and ducked away grinning back at him, and he ended up walking the last bit of the trail alone with his thoughts and the odd but nice feeling that he had been sort of adopted as a temporary boyfriend by a very attractive blond.

  Foley honestly didn’t know what he would have done if the other guys had tried to fuck her. He had fantasized about her quite a lot, but the reality was a very different and far more intense proposition.

  He ended his thoughts on the matter hoping he hadn’t discouraged her from showing off a bit anyway.

  ****

  Lunch was just a small snack because their guide had warned that the afternoon would be a bit rough on the river, and he also banned any alcohol for the few hours before setting off.

  Catherine, Foley and their raft buddies Paul and Mario worked together to pack camp and load up. They paddled out into the river about mid-afternoon for what was to be a three hour trip over mostly white water. Catherine had dressed in her bikini and board shorts with a short red tank top. She did look a bit more conservative, Foley thought, but soon enough the shape of the river ended any deliberations about that.

  They rode the frothy turbulent water for at least two hours, paddling for their lives and at times simply clinging to the side of the raft and praying. The rapids eventually ended, though, and while they were drifting along recovering, their guide paddled past and told them there was just another hour of calm water to that night’s camp.

  They all stripped off the life gear, and the conversation centered on the ride. Neither Paul nor Mario had been rafting before either, so they were all babbling about it like a bunch of kids, but soon enough the mellow water calmed things down and the last of the tour party paddled past.

  “I suppose we should start paddling ourselves,” Mario suggested, and he nudged Paul to pick up his oar.

  “Do you guy’s mind if I just relax and let you paddle?” Catherine asked them sweetly.

  “I guess not. But I didn’t see you doing much paddling before either.” Paul laughed. “Weren’t you the one clinging to the side of the boat with your eyes shut for the last couple of hours?”

  “Yes,” Catherine admitted frankly. “But it was scary, and anyway, I just want to do some sun bathing for a little while now. Do you mind?”

  “Hell no! We don’t mind,” Paul answered immediately, his eyes dropping to Catherine’s chest and holding there while she gathered the hem of her tank top.

  Mario was watching too as they both paddled slowly. They’d set the oars through the side supports and worked them while facing back. Catherine wrung out her top and laid it over the side of the raft, then, without looking up, she pulled the string behind her back and lifted her bikini top over her head. She wrung it too and laid it out to dry, her bare breasts wobbling freely beneath her arms – and like the other two men, Foley just watched in silence.

  Her skin was lightly tanned but her breasts were pure white. Her nipples were erect too, of course, having just been freed from wet clothing. She looked down at them and carefully picked a piece of grass from her soft skin, catching it with a nail and brushing it from above her left nipple.

  “Careful you don’t burn,” Paul said, and Catherine looked up at him.

  “Thanks.” She smiled a little. “I like your tan,” she added. “It suits
you.”

  “Mine? Yeah I get around without my shirt on a fair bit, so it’s more by accident than design. But it’s actually good to see you’re not too brown. It doesn’t suit women.”

  “Oh really? So maybe I should cover up?” Catherine smiled teasingly.

  “Well I wouldn’t say that.” Paul chuckled, but he was blushing a little and staring directly at Catherine’s breasts.

  “Can you slow down a bit then so we don’t get too close to that next boat?”

  “Sure! Happy to!” Paul answered and met her smile fully.

  “And don’t go blabbing to all the guys either!” Catherine went on, looking from Paul to Mario as she started undoing her board shorts. She undid the studs and gathered the waist band then paused to look up at them again. “Promise?” she teased sweetly.

  Foley could see the lacy white fabric through her open shorts.

  The other two men offered something of a nod, and Catherine arched and rolled her shorts down. She pulled them past her knees and slipped them from her ankles.

  “Are they swimmers?” Mario asked her, and she smiled and blushed a little.

  “No. It’s uncomfortable wearing a bikini under these shorts,” she explained, and she rested back and pulled her little wet panties up and smoothed them.

  The guys could clearly see her pubic hair through the soaked lace, and between her legs the fabric was furrowed and clinging to the folds of her vagina. She had laid back with one leg slightly bent and scissored across the other, but still the form of her opening was obvious.

  Catherine’s pussy was smoothly shaven, with only a fine patch of hair above it. Her slit was quite pronounced with the wet fabric clinging as it was.

  Foley lit up a smoke and pretended to watch the shoreline drifting past. Paul and Mario rowed along quietly watching Catherine. She’d placed her top over her eyes and lay there in front of them for about twenty minutes, until Mario said they were approaching camp.

  Catherine then sat up, but she didn’t immediately get dressed. Instead, she brushed her hair while the guys all watched her breasts moving about. They had stopped paddling and were making no attempt at subtlety anymore. They simply watched.

  ****

  Camp was at the base of a steep, densely timbered slope and they pitched tents on the sandy bank of the river. As had been the case the previous night, there were amenities buildings and the meal was good. After dinner Catherine spent an hour chatting with some of the women then slipped into the tent. It was still quite early, but Foley left the group of guys and followed her, and before he reached the tent, Mario and Paul caught up with him.

  “Can we come in?” Paul asked before entering.

  “Of course,” Catherine said cheerily. She was folding her clothes from the day and packing them.

  Mario and Paul made their beds, and Foley helped Catherine then found a deck of cards he’d brought along. The guy’s joined him in a few hands, but Catherine wanted to read, and she settled back against her pack with her knees bent up and her short dress falling nicely away from beneath. She’d changed for pink panties, and the guys had a game where they would try to push her foot aside a little further and she would pretend to resist.

  After only a short time reading she folded her book and put it away. “Can you just close the tent flap for me please, Mario?” she asked sweetly. “I want to get ready for bed.”

  “Should we go for a walk?” Paul asked her.

  “No it’s your tent too, so you guys can stay, but just let the flap down because those men out there can see right in.”

  Mario released the flap, and they all looked to Catherine. “Should we close our eyes or what?” Paul chuckled.

  “No. You don’t have to close your eyes.” She smiled back at him, with her cheeks reddening as she bravely held his gaze. “I don’t mind if you watch,” she uttered, and she reached up beneath her dress and peeled her panties down her thighs. She was kneeling, and she lowered them until they were at her knees. Then she reached around back and unzipped her dress, catching it as it slipped from her shoulders and holding it over her breasts while she looked from Paul to Mario. “Promise you won’t go blabbing to all the others?” she asked sweetly.

  “We won’t!” Paul uttered, swallowing hard.

  Catherine then released her dress and it fell to her knees. Her hands lowered to her sides and her fingers lightly touched her thighs. She watched the two men for a moment, their eyes wide and roaming her body slowly. “So maybe you’ll have something to think of when you’re playing with yourselves tonight?” She smiled lightly.

  “Fucking definitely!” Paul stated, and Catherine went bright red. “And how about you?” he added, grinning up at her.

  “I’m so wet right now,” she breathed, and her eyes turned to Foley.

  “So show us,” Paul said evenly.

  Catherine held Foley’s gaze, and he nodded.

  She looked back to Paul. “Do you guys have condoms?”

  He shook his head, and they both looked to Mario, who shook his head as well. “We’re both clean, though,” Paul assured, turning to Foley then looking back up at Catherine.

  Catherine’s eyes lowered for a moment before lifting again. “Okay then,” she uttered.

  “Are you sure?” Foley asked her. It was the end of any resistance he had left.

  “Yeah I think so,” she answered, blushing sweetly.

  “I’ll pull out if you like,” Paul offered, slipping a little closer. He touched Catherine’s thigh, running his fingers between her legs and stroking slowly up and down.

  “But that’s the best bit.” Catherine smiled.

  “What is?” he pressed, knowingly.

  “You know – when you get really hard and it starts to throb inside me.”

  “You like that, do you?” Paul groaned, and his fingertips slipped up into Catherine’s opening – easily penetrating her.

  Her eyes closed, and she gripped his shoulders and parted her knees as far as her panties and dress would allow. Paul inserted his middle finger, holding it there as she writhed down against the palm of his hand. Her face strained, her hips bucked, and her breasts wobbled and bounced until she suddenly tensed and ground herself forcefully down onto Paul’s hand.

  “Oh God!” she cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders, and her eyes opened wide as her head shot back.

  “Fuck she’s tight,” Paul declared, looking to Foley then back at Mario.

  Catherine still convulsed. Her entire body would spasm at any movement of Paul’s hand, and when his lips closed over a nipple, her head rocked forward and her eyes settled upon Foley’s. “Is this okay?” she whispered.

  She then looked to Mario, with her eyes half closing and her hand cupping the back of Paul’s head as he suckled her right breast. Then she collapsed back on her bed, pulling Paul down on top. His erection was poking at the waist band of his boxers, and he managed to free it as he forced himself between Catherine’s thighs. Her dress and panties slipped to her ankles, and she withdrew one foot and spread her legs wide. The head of Paul’s penis was swollen and shiny. Foley’s hand closed over his own erection as he watched it open Catherine’s vaginal lips and sink into her.

  Paul pumped her hard and fast, her legs bouncing either side of his hips. He was propped over her, holding her wrists together above her head and watching her breasts jolt. The muscles in his back were taut, and his thighs clenched each time he humped up into her. His action suddenly slowed, though, and he held still with the head of his penis just parting her labia. “Are you sure?” he breathed hoarsely. “I’m fucking close!”

  “Yes I’m sure,” Catherine uttered softly. “You can cum in me,” she said, smiling teasingly, and Paul slowly opened her again. He measured one full stroke then held firm and pumped her a few times rapidly.

  “Aw fuck here it is!” he cried, and his balls clenched. He arched up and watched his penis. “Can you feel that?” he gasped, humping forcefully one more time and holding again.


  “Mmm,” Catherine moaned, her wrists slipping from his hand and her fingers moving to his buttocks and softly squeezing. “Mmm, I can feel it so well,” she said, peering up at the other two. “I love it when a man cums in me.”

  Mario and Foley were both leaning around, and with Paul arched back, they were all watching his penis flex. He withdrew so that only the head was inside of her, and although his shaft had softened a little, the veins were still engorged and the dome was still swollen and a deep shade of pink as it slipped out of her.

  Paul smiled. “One very big load successfully deposited!” he said, looking from Catherine to the other guys, who both chuckled.

  Catherine giggled at that too. “Well it felt like it was squirting straight into my belly, so I would say – very successfully deposited,” she said, but her eyes closed as he entered her again. Her mouth opened slightly as her knees lifted and her body arched up off the thin mattress. She braced like that, and Paul lifted to his knees wrapping his hands under her thighs and spreading her legs wide.

  Catherine’s hands clutched her hair while the other two men watched Paul’s penis slide in and out of her. He too was leaning and craning his neck so he could see his dick sinking into her.

  “Oh God,” she uttered suddenly. Her head arched back and her eyes shot open. Her hands gripped the sheet and twisted into it as her body convulsed again.

  “Fuck you can really feel it when she orgasms, can’t you?” Paul said to Foley. He was pressed firmly forward, and when Catherine’s convulsions ebbed he withdrew from her.

  Catherine collapsed and rolled onto her side with her hand slipping between her legs as she pressed them together. She lay there with her eyes closed, and from behind the guys could see her finger tips over her vagina and a trickle of fluid seeping from her and dripping down onto the sheet.

  Paul had collapsed as well. He was sprawled on the floor with his boxers pulled up unevenly. Mario was on his hands and knees, and Catherine’s eyes opened as he lifted her leg. He rolled her onto her back, and she looked up at Foley as the other guy edged between her thighs and stretched his briefs down over a short but very thick erection. Mario lay down on top of her, and her forehead furrowed as he entered her.