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  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.

  "You have to do it yourselves again though, and just finish in me," 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 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 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 four inches inside of her body and her slit was sealed tight around them - 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!"

  Her 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 the porno boy’s 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 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 o’clock 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 laid 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 laid 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.

  ****

  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. "S
peak 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.