Sharing Catherine Page 4
"Like what?" Dennis asked, edging a bit closer.
"Thought you were going for a swim!" Ken said back over his shoulder, and then he leaned across the rug at Catherine's feet.
I slipped my shorts and dived over the ledge into the pool below. It was about a six foot drop and the water was icy cold. A few minutes later Dennis dived in too.
I stayed in but he climbed back up to the ledge and dived in again, and then Len was up on the ledge asking where it was safe to dive.
I don't even know if there was a bottom to the pool. It was right at the base of the waterfall. It wasn't big but beneath it was just black from sheer depth. And the water was cold and still except for the ripples from the waterfall.
Dennis and Len were continually climbing up the rocks and diving in. I swam over to the far side and lay back against the rocks, and after a while I went back up to see what Ken was up to.
I found him and Catherine chatting. She was sitting back, resting upon her hands, and he was still lying across the rug at her feet, kind of toying with her cute little hiking boots. They both smiled up at me, welcoming me over.
I laid my towel on the mat of pine needles and sat down with them. Ken was going on about marketing or something and Catherine was being polite. I lay back peering up at the trees until something more interesting was mentioned.
"So, what do you make of my big brother, Frank?" Ken asked after the conversation had moved on to the layout of Frank's house.
Catherine thought for a moment then sort of shrugged. "Well he is big!" she said, and Ken and I both laughed. "No! Not like that. I mean he's a big man," she corrected, giggling and pushing Ken away with her foot.
"You mean he's tall and broad and he's well fed," Ken suggested.
"Yes. You know what I meant."
"Hmm. And he wasn't too rough when he was fucking you?" Ken went on, with his tone lowering. The humour was gone from his voice.
Catherine took a moment to respond. She was fiddling with the corner of the rug and she didn't look up as she spoke softly. "I didn't mind."
She then smoothed the edge of the rug down and her eyes lifted to settle upon us both. "I didn't mind anything that happened last night. I liked it."
"You looked good in that pyjama shirt," I grinned, and she blushed a little and glanced down, but her eyes lifted again and her blush deepened. She looked like she was about to say something but she just smiled shyly and her head lowered again.
Ken used a little stick he was toying with to lift the front of her skirt. He held it up and we had a look under it. Her legs were together but we could see her pussy. Her eyes had closed but her hips kind of rolled a bit as he lifted the hem up over her belly.
"What were you going to say?" he asked her, and she smiled again and turned her head away.
"Nothing," she answered softly, but after a moment she went on. "I was just thinking about after we went to bed last night. My husband was asleep and I was listening to you men talking outside the window. I just remembered how I was lying there listening to your voices and I still had the taste in my mouth."
"The taste?" Ken echoed, tracing the end of the stick around the edge of her panties and down between her legs. "What taste, love?" he asked, kind of absently.
"You know," Catherine uttered. "The taste of your cum."
She blushed a little as we both looked up at her face. She didn't look away though. She bravely held our gaze and her blush deepened as she tentatively went on. "I liked lying there next to my husband with the taste of other men's cum in my mouth. And I liked listening to your voices just outside the window and knowing that you’d all had sex with me – knowing that each voice was from a man who had been inside me."
She took a breath and looked down at herself, then her eyes lifted again and she bit down on a nervous little smile. "And I had to try not to make any noise in case you heard me," she added shyly.
"Any noise?" I asked, knowingly.
She nodded. "And I had to try not to move very much in case my husband woke up, but I couldn't help it. I was all wet from where you men had cum and when I started rubbing down there I just couldn't stop."
"So, did hubby wake up?" Ken grinned, and Catherine shook her head.
"And did you cum?" he went on, stroking up over her knee and opening her legs a little further. "Did you cum when we were all right outside the window?" he teased, and she nodded that time.
"I did, but I still couldn't go to sleep. And then later that guy Arthur came in and had sex with me again…. You had all gone back inside, and I was starting to doze off when I saw him standing at the end of the bed. The outside light was still on so I could see him standing there with his big dick in his hand, and he was stroking it and looking at me so I just opened my legs for him."
"Where's Len and Dennis?" Ken asked me, not taking his eyes off Catherine.
“They went into the cave under the waterfall.”
I edged in a little closer. Catherine followed my gaze down to her chest. Ken had tossed the stick, and he felt up into the crotch of her panties. I softly cupped a tit and tweaked the nipple, and her eyes closed and her head rocked back so I bent to her neck and tasted it. I kept softly rolling her nipple between my fingers and I kissed and nibbled my way to the base of her ear. She moaned softly so I ate into her neck again, and her body arched as Ken's hand pressed firmly up in between her legs.
"Lay her down," he said to me, and I eased her back and stretched her little top up. Ken had bunched her skirt and he was down between her legs biting into her thigh. I groped a tit and mauled into her neck again, sucking and massaging her tender flesh with my tongue. Her hand was clamped to the back of my head, and I ate into her shoulder and licked my way down to her nipple then I sucked it in. Ken had her panties stretched aside and he was slicing his tongue into her slit. I suckled on her and watched him. He was spreading her thighs with his shoulders and licking into her. His fingers were peeling her lips open and he was slicing through them and lapping and sucking at her clit. He had her writhing and moaning, and I kept kneading one tit while I sucked on the other.
Ken was virtually growling. He'd buried his face into her and he was clinging to her hips and eating into her folds. And when he finally lifted his head I could see her juices dripping from his chin, but he went back at her and I rode the thrusts of her body, suckling on just the one nipple and firmly groping her other tit.
She'd been clinging to the rug but suddenly her fingers were in Ken's hair and she started grinding her pussy onto his face. She still had hold of my head and she forced her tit into my mouth so I opened wide and sucked on it. And just as I did I felt her orgasm pulse through her body. I held to her nipple, sucking on it and holding it between my tongue and lip. Ken was softly working her clit. Her legs were clamped around his head and he had his tongue pressed flat over it, and while she writhed and moaned he was freeing his cock.
I moved back away and Ken lay down on top of her and slipped his cock in. He simply felt for her with the head, worked the edge of her panties aside, and then thrust it all the way up her. And he pumped her a few times and held firm as she split herself open on it.
She was clawing his back and convulsing beneath him. It seemed her orgasm had intensified and Ken held her until she began to settle then he started fucking her.
I watched Catherine's face. Her head was upon Ken's shoulder and bobbing with each thrust of his hips. Her legs were wide open and her fingers were tangled in his shirt. I held her gaze while Ken fucked her, and then he was pressed up in between her legs and her eyes closed for a moment.
"Cum in me," she breathed into his neck, and her eyes opened again.
Ken was unloading. His body was shuddering and Catherine's legs were splayed and limp. Her little fingers were pressed into his hips, holding him close. He surged up into her again and groaned. "Fuck that was a load!"
Catherine smiled shyly. He'd lifted his upper body to look down at her and she peered from his face up to mine. "You can
have me too if you want," she uttered softly. "When he's finished in me I don't mind if you want to have a turn."
"She's a bit sloppy but she's still tight," Ken grinned back over his shoulder. He was casually sliding his cock in and out of her. He was still semi-firm. He looked back down at what he was doing.
Catherine just lay there with her arms resting above her head and her fingers absently fiddling with her hair. Ken pulled out and edged back away from between her legs. She watched me as I knelt in his place and freed my cock. I lay down on her and stretched her little top back up over her tits.
I was rock hard. My cock was aching, and with my first attempt to get it into her it slipped up over her clit and I split her with the underside of my shaft and mashed my balls into her.
She smiled. She almost giggled. "I think you missed."
I smoothed hair from her face and kissed her lips. Her eyes closed and I tasted her softly, arching my pelvis back again, and that time I felt her warmth swallow the head of my cock and I gently slid up inside of her.
"Uh huh," she moaned into my mouth and I fucked her slowly. She was soaked, and deep inside she was hot and open but her walls were squeezing and working the base of my shaft as I slipped between them.
I tasted her neck and then I moved back to her open mouth. I gripped her hands above her head, crushing her little fingers as I steadily fucked her. My load was welling and building. I buried my face in her hair and lost my senses in the feel of her pussy.
"Cum inside me – please," she breathed into my neck and she split herself over the base of my cock and held me close while I erupted.
I surged up into her. My balls had rolled up tight and I was so deep inside of her that I'd forced them into her sloppy little hole as well. I could feel the lips of her pussy softly pressed against them, and I held there while I pumped my cum into her.
Catherine's soft little fingers were in my hair and she kept her legs spread wide open while I rolled my hips and slid my cock in and out of her. My balls had dropped back into place and I could feel the edge of her panties had slipped. They were rubbing against my shaft a little but they were soft and wet and it felt nice.
I lifted from her and smoothed her little panties back into place. She lay there peering up at Ken and I.
"She looks good like that, doesn't she?" Ken said, and she smiled and blushed a little.
"Can I have some more wine?" she asked sweetly. She reached for her glass and held it up for us. I took it and refilled it. She'd gotten up onto her knees fixing her hair. "Did you men like that?"
"Could say that," Ken grinned.
She lowered her head with her smile broadening. "It was nice with two tongues like that. I didn't know which one to think about."
"It was nice to have a little taste before anyone got to you," Ken chuckled, and she pushed him away.
"You make me sound like I'm everyone's food."
"Well, not food exactly," I ventured.
She'd finished sifting the pine needles from her hair and settled with her knees bent up and her wet little pussy available for viewing beneath her legs. Her panties were as if non-existent. They were pasted with cum and glued to her. Ken had settled across the end of the rug again and he was checking them out as well. She sipped her wine quietly for a moment before speaking.
"What are these other men like? Do you think they will want to have sex with me too?"
"They're okay, love. But it's up to you tonight. Old Gus will be there and if you include your hubby that makes what, about nine men!"
She didn't respond immediately. She bit down on a little grin and without looking up she said softly, "Nine's okay."
Ken and I laughed and she kicked Ken and tossed a plastic water bottle at me. "So you're going to let us all gangbang you?" Ken teased.
"No! But I might let you all have turns on me if you stop being crude. Only I'm a bit worried about my husband getting too drunk – and what would I do if anyone was getting too rough with me?"
"Won't happen, love!" Ken said simply.
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I left them chatting and went back for another swim. A little while later Dennis and Len came from exploring the cave under the waterfall. Dennis was telling him about the history of the property and about the ruins of the original cottage, which could be seen in a clearing down lower in the valley. They sat on the rocks for a while and then made their way back up to the ledge.
I stayed in the water, almost dozing off. The sun had set into the canopy of trees and the heat of the afternoon was beginning to fade. I decided a bed of pine needles would be preferable and I climbed back up the rocks to find Dennis fucking Catherine. She was leaning against a tree and he was up her from behind and humping her solidly. Ken was still lying on the rug. He had her panties. Her husband was standing there watching with a beer in one hand and his other hand rubbing his crotch.
Dennis held onto her shoulders and fucked her with his hips. He had her little top pulled up and her tits were bouncing wildly beneath it. She was arching herself back against him, and when he finally thrust up under her and held I could see that she was still squirming onto his cock.
He humped her once more and then he was trying to climb up over her back and force his cock in deeper while he pumped his load into her.
Catherine seemed to relax. She was just watching her husband's face while Dennis' body jerked and convulsed up against her. "Are you next?" she said to him and he grinned.
Dennis' cock had slipped from inside of her and it swung between his legs as he reached for his swimmers at his ankles. He pulled them up and stepped back, leaving Catherine bent over waiting for her husband with her pussy open behind her legs.
Her husband put his beer down and felt up into it. His thick finger penetrated and he massaged into her reddened folds while he freed his cock and worked it to erection. She sort of watched back over her shoulder, but when he moved in behind and fed his cock in, her head rocked forward.
I watched him do her. He held her neck with one hand and he had his other around beneath working her clit while he slowly fucked her to an orgasm. And while she was still writhing back against him, he started pumping her and getting himself off.
I watched until he'd finished and then I stretched my towel under a tree and dozed off. I guess I was out for an hour or so, and I woke to the sound of Catherine squealing. Her husband was sitting on the ledge and she and Ken were in the water. Dennis had apparently gone back to the house for a vehicle.
"How long ago did he leave?" I asked as I sat down on the ledge with a beer.
"Half hour. But he said he would jog," Len answered.
It took me a few minutes then to get the nerve to ask, "So will this be a one-off situation or is it just the beginning?"
Len chuckled to himself. "Been thinking about that," he said, and after a moment he went on. "As long as she doesn't fall pregnant to one of you guys I think I'll probably start letting other men fuck her regularly again."
"Pregnant? What, there's a chance?"
"Yeah – we were going to use rubbers but it just kind of happened didn't it. And I’ve had a vasectomy so there’s no chance of knocking her up myself."
"Fuck! You should have said something. There's boxes of them at Frank's place."
"No, it's okay. She said she should be fine just now. And anyway, she likes you guy's cumming in her. And I don't mind either – even if she does end up with a belly full I guess."
"I noticed you don't mind watching us with her," I grinned.
"I'm getting into it. At first it was a bit real actually watching but it's more like a dream now. And I don't know – just the way you guys look up her dress, and watching you feel her tits. And when we’re just sitting there and I find myself looking up between her legs myself and I think about her having some other guy's load up inside of her…. I don't know – it’s all pretty exciting!"
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Dennis arrived at the end of the fire trail in his Jeep, and we packed up and drove
back to the house. Frank was at the barbeque and the others were out on the deck with him. Dennis, Ken and I joined them. Len came out after a while too. The food was being served by the time Catherine came from the house in a tiny little skirt and top, combing her wet hair and smelling beautiful.
Keith and Andy stood for their introduction. They both shook her hand and met her shy little smile, and they watched her as she filled her plate and settled in a vacant chair beside Ken.
Dinner was a bit of a Roman feast. We were all sitting around a long table laughing, drinking and devouring everything edible. Catherine was giggly, although she was tending to blush a little when spoken to by one of the new men. And they were addressing her often, but as the evening progressed to after dinner drinks the entire conversation began to focus on her anyway.
She was on her third or fourth glass of wine and her chair had drifted back away from the table enough that we men opposite had a view of her little white lace panties. Mostly she had her legs crossed but from time to time she would shift and give us a little flash. The men beside her were watching too. I'd walked past a few times to get drinks from the cooler and noticed they had a nice view down the front of her little top to what appeared to be a matching bra.
At the head of the table, Frank was the emperor. He'd mentioned his party game a few times, claiming to have the right of choice as he was host. A few of the others seemed to know a bit about it and Catherine was playfully dubious.
"No, it's only a card game," he assured her. And he innocently argued it was the only one he could think of for so many players.
Uncles Arthur and Keith disappeared for a while and came back declaring all was ready inside. Frank ushered Catherine. He claimed her hand and led her along giggling. He kicked off his sandals and told us all to adjust our footwear so that we each had four items of clothing.
"I knew it would be about clothes!" Catherine laughed as she was led inside.
"Well cards are pretty boring unless you gamble something, and a few of these beggars haven't got any money," Frank was saying as he strode on into the living room with Catherine fluttering from his big hand.