Sweet Catherine Can't Say No (Unprotected Book 3) Page 6

  Foley pulled off his tie and tossed it to Jared.

  “And what are you grinning at?” Catherine shot at him.

  “Nothing!” he declared innocently. “Do you want some help?”

  Jarred was effectively blindfolded and ready to start.

  “How about you take him in your mouth and I’ll help rock you back and forth?” Foley suggested, getting down on his knees and taking Catherine’s hips as she squirmed back against him.

  “Are you going to fuck my sister?” Jared asked.

  “Yeah – we’re going to spit-roast her.” Foley chuckled back, and Catherine slapped his arm.

  “You guys have been planning this haven’t you?” she accused.

  “No but always fantasized about it,” Jared confessed quite seriously.

  Catherine was kneeling in front of Jared, and Foley slipped into her from behind and made her moan a little as she ground back onto his dick.

  “Have you really fantasized about this?” she asked Jared as her hand closed around his erection.

  “Yeah – only about a million times since you started filling out your bikini,” he groaned, and he held her shoulder and tried to thrust upward towards her face.

  “Well you can never tell anyone I did it,” she uttered. “I’d die if our parents ever found out I sucked you off.”

  She was stroking him a little bit, and Foley rocked back then thrust forward as she opened her lips over the head of her childhood friend’s cock and sort of kissed it.

  “I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” she said softly, and she took the head into her mouth and sucked it. And as she did that Foley started slow fucking her with long, deep strokes.

  She kept her eyes closed and kept Jared’s dick in her mouth. He was thrusting as well, both of them surging into her at the same time. Catherine braced back against Foley and held her friend’s thighs, letting him fuck her mouth.

  They went at her like that for a while before she lifted her head gasping for breath and just held Jared’s flexing cock to the side and peered up at him.

  “No peeking!” she scolded playfully. “I won’t let you cum in my mouth if you’re watching me.”

  “Wouldn’t be the same if you only stroke it off,” he said to her.

  “Well it wouldn’t be the same for me either,” she went on teasingly, and she kept his dick to one side and sucked on his balls. “I want to taste what’s in these but not if you’re peeking!”

  Foley ejaculated right then. He ground hard into her and bucked, and she moaned over the cock in her mouth while he emptied his balls inside of her.

  Jared then took hold of her head and started fucking her mouth again. She mostly kept her eyes closed, but she would look up at his face and check he wasn’t looking sometimes. He wasn’t that big, so she could take most of him in, though his last little bit of thrust made her throat swell and the veins in her neck expand.

  She just held his thighs and let him control the depth until he started losing it and surging towards his climax, then she gripped the base of his dick while he bucked and held firm. Then her eyes opened, and she frowned a little as his balls clenched and he started ejaculating in her mouth.

  She held him there and kept the head of his dick warmly inserted beyond her lips while Foley could see his shaft flexing with each spurt of cum. It went on for a long time, Catherine’s eyes widening as she softly sucked the last of it.

  “Damn that’s a lot,” she then mumbled, giggling awkwardly with her mouth still full.

  Jared pulled off the blindfold and remained slumped back gasping for breath. He grinned at her.

  She shook her head, smiling with her lips closed and her mouth obviously still full.

  “Show us,” Foley said, and she rolled her eyes at them both and opened her mouth.

  She was holding a pool of very thick, white and stringy fluid. It oozed up over her tongue and lower teeth, and her eyes watered a little as she closed her mouth again.

  “You going to swallow or spit?” Foley teased, positioning her back on the floor.

  She just shook her head again, blushing. Then her eyes softly closed as she swallowed and frowned at the taste.

  “I can’t believe how much there was,” she scolded, slapping Jared’s leg. “Next time don’t hold back so much!”

  “Next time?” Jared grinned. “Is there going to be a next time?”

  Catherine blushed again.

  “I don’t know – maybe,” she said as Foley lay down on top of her and worked his renewed erection back into her wet little pussy. “But only if you don’t tell,” she uttered, peering up at Jared again and making him look up from her bare breasts.

  “I might even start doing that for you whenever we’re both home if you don’t tell,” she added sweetly…….

  ****

  Well over the next year Catherine did run into her pretend brother quite a lot, and although she wouldn’t allow him full sex, she did make good her promise of more BJ’s. To add to the excitement they would do it at either of their homes while risking being caught by a parent. Of course, being adults, there was nothing other than embarrassment at risk, but that made it exciting, and Catherine would agree to do the deed quite often – usually once a day while Jared was home on vacation or for a weekend.

  As for Foley – he drifted off interstate and got married. And it was his cousin, a budding documentary film maker, who would become Catherine’s next steady boyfriend. And going steady quickly progressed to a rather short engagement before Catherine and Ashton turned up at a registry office and got married.

  But there was a small issue with Ashton and Foley being cousins. You see, although Foley never bragged to Tom about having Catherine unprotected that time, he did in fact brag to his cousin. And the story he told was a big part of Ashton’s attraction to the lovely Catherine.

  Also, not long after they were going steady, there had been an incident with Ashton’s uncle one night where Ashton had passed out drunk, and Catherine, being quite drunk as well, was taken advantage of. But the young couple ended up getting past that, and since the uncle had also been intoxicated, Ashton forgave him.

  However, after their wedding, and with the incident with the uncle and the stories from Foley, Ashton became increasingly intrigued and excited about the prospect of Catherine being open to doing things for him as well……

  NUDE BEACH SURPRISE

  "Oh my God, where are we?"

  Ashton’s lovely new wife, Catherine, had stirred. She was yawning and peering around at the dozen or so campervans and scattering of tents. He had hired a fully equipped RV for a week and had managed to keep their destination as a surprise.

  "This is it, sweetheart – the beach, the sun, good camp food, plenty of beer and wine, and a week of wild sex."

  "Huh. You hope! Although it does look nice. And smell those barbeques. God I'm hungry!"

  They cooked indoors and ate dinner before setting up the annex. It was just on nightfall, and by the time they were organized and ready to relax with a drink the camp grounds had settled to crackling fires and small groups of people sitting around chatting and laughing.

  "There aren't any children," Catherine announced suddenly.

  "Err – no. Strange that, isn't it?"

  The campervan next door had been in silence, but an older couple came along and greeted them. They were carrying bags and towels and had obviously spent the day at the beach. They introduced themselves as Roger and Liz. Roger would have been in his late fifties, maybe a little older, and his wife looked about mid-forties. They were British.

  "Don't be daft, love – can't you see they're romancing in the moonlight there." Liz had suggested they pack their things away and join their neighbours for a drink. Her husband was hustling her along.

  "No that'd be nice." Catherine laughed. "He doesn't know how to romance me, and they're all having parties."

  Roger smiled. "Right you are then. We'll toss this lot and be back directly."

 
"They seem nice," Ashton suggested when they'd gone.

  "They do. I hope they're staying. It will be good to have friendly neighbours."

  Ashton moved over behind Catherine and bent to kiss her neck. "So do you like it? Did I do good?"

  "Yes you did good. We must be so close to the water – it'll be nice listening to it in bed."

  "What you mean almost a romantic setting?"

  "Well possibly!" Catherine kissed her husband softly. "I didn't mean that about you not being romantic."

  "Oh no that's fine. I would have picked a different spot all together if I was thinking of romance. This is more about having fun and being free and relaxed."

  Roger and Liz returned with chairs and a few bottles of wine. The four of them then sat up until the early hours talking and getting hammered. It would have been mid-morning when Ashton woke to Catherine shaking him and peering out the window.

  "My God, that man's naked!" she cried.

  "What? Where? What man?"

  "There! Oh my God, there's another one!"

  Ashton crawled up to the window. There were two men standing there chatting away without a stitch of clothing on.

  "Well they're just being free and relaxed," he tried casually.

  "What – this is a nude beach?"

  "It's optional. Not everyone's nude. Look, there's some people with clothes on." Ashton was trying not to laugh.

  Catherine was taking it in.

  "You scumbag! Married five minutes and you brought me to a nude beach!"

  She had another look out the window, and when she turned back there was the hint of a smile.

  "There's no way I'm doing that."

  There was a loud knock at the door. "Anyone for a cup of tea?"

  Catherine and Ashton looked at each other. She could never stay angry with him for long. "You make sure he's got clothes on!" she warned.

  "Morning, Roger – come in if you're decent," Ashton called out.

  "Decent as I get." He laughed, and he struggled through the door carrying a tray with a teapot and cups and saucers.

  His swimmers were brief and sported a sizable bulge in front. It's all he had on.

  Catherine was in a t-shirt and panties, and the older man quickly looked her over as she tied a skirt around her waist.

  Liz brought eggs, bacon and sausages, and they ate and laughed at Catherine's dilemma. She stood her ground, though, and when they moved camp to the beach, she had on one of her more modest bikinis.

  "Do you mind if we indulge?" Roger asked her. He had left his wife swimming and stood before the young couple getting ready to lie down on his towel.

  "Feel free." Catherine giggled. "Just about everyone else is."

  "You really should try it," Roger declared, smiling as he peeled his swimmers down. His cock sprung free, obviously suffering the effects of the cold water. It was thick, though, and his balls were huge.

  “Oh my God!" Catherine was blushing and trying to look away.

  "No – not to worry. It gets bigger. Some fresh air and sunshine – you'll be impressed soon enough."

  "No. I mean – oh my God another naked man!"

  "I see. Well how about you, Ashton old son – care to indulge?"

  Ashton stood up and stripped his shorts. Catherine screamed in delight and covered her face with her hands. He dropped to his knees behind her and started rubbing sunscreen into her back and shoulders.

  "You had better put some on that," she warned, giggling and pointing at his dick.

  "I thought you might do that for me."

  "No chance! I'm going to read my book and leave you natives to do what you want."

  Roger settled and Liz came from her swim. She dried herself and started taking her swimmers off, and Ashton felt Catherine's eyes upon him. He rolled onto his side, facing his wife, and she smiled and closed her eyes as he continued rubbing sunscreen into her back.

  They stayed until mid-afternoon, alternating between swimming and sunbathing, and Catherine kept her bikini steadfastly tied down and fought off all attempts to get her to join the natives.

  After dinner that evening the young couple fucked. Ashton had found his young wife already wet, and she clung to him and ground herself through several orgasms before he erupted inside of her.

  ****

  "Will you wear something sexy tonight?" Ashton asked.

  They were to visit Roger and Liz for drinks.

  "Roger's wife has been naked all day, and he hasn't seen you at all yet."

  "I know, but I'm too shy these days to take my bikini off in public like that…. Certainly not my bottoms!"

  "Sure, sweetheart, but you'd like him to have a bit of a look, wouldn't you? I know he wants to."

  "Does he? Did he say that?"

  "Sure he said it. How many times today did he ask if you were ready to indulge yet? He's dying to get a look at you."

  Ashton was getting dressed. Catherine sat up in bed and reached for his hand, pulling him closer and getting him to sit on the bed beside her.

  “So is this just about showing me to him?” she asked softly. “Is that all you want to happen?”

  Ashton shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe – maybe not?”

  Catherine fiddled with the edge of the sheet for a moment before looking up.

  “I was wondering if you were going to want to do anything because of what happened with your uncle. You haven’t talked about what happened with him since the wedding.”

  Ashton was fiddling with the edge of the sheet as well.

  “I know, but I still think about it all the time,” he said, gulping. “It’s hard to get the picture out of my mind. And the thought of it!”

  “The thought of it?” Catherine questioned softly.

  “Yeah – the idea that he’s been with you,” he explained, meeting her eyes then smiling a little. “It’s sort of weird, but sometimes when I look at you I kind of think of it as you having been marked by him. Like he’s had his dick in you and nothing’s going to change that.”

  Catherine was blushing. “You think of that when you look at me?”

  “Well no! Only once in a while. Like when I’m watching you undress or in the bath or something,” Ashton added quickly. “And it’s a good thought overall. It’s not like I regret what happened that much or anything…. Like I said before – it’s pretty exciting to think about it.”

  He kissed Catherine and smoothed her hair.

  “Yes but we’re married now,” she uttered. “Unless you want to look at me and think of another man having marked me as well.”

  Catherine was blushing again.

  “Do you ever think about it like that?” he breathed into her neck. He was suddenly anxious and excited. “Do you ever think of it as if my uncle got to touch you somewhere very special – that he got to touch you there with his dick and that it felt so good for him that he left a little deposit as his marker?”

  Catherine giggled at that. “Actually he left quite a large deposit, and every time he looks at me he reminds me about it.” She held her husband’s gaze, blushing a little more as she went on. “He always looks at my legs – trying to see up my skirts and dresses…. Sometimes I let him, since he’s already had sex with me.”

  “And are you going to let this guy have sex with you as well?” her husband asked. He seemed less anxious but still quite serious.

  Catherine took a moment to respond. “It’s exciting to think about having another man now that I’m a married woman,” she said softly. “It would be exciting with you watching. Especially if he’s allowed to have me without protection.”

  Her husband kissed her hard. “It’s not like the thought of sharing you with other men is anything too outlandish, baby. Foley used to tell me a little bit about you before we got together.”

  “He did? What did he say?”

  “Just that you’ve been kind of adventurous with other boyfriends – having threesome’s and that…. It’s one of the reasons I was so attracted to you.”
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  Catherine moaned into another kiss. "Mmm – okay…. But what should I wear to show off for this man? I didn't bring anything sexy because you said we'd be camping."

  "What about those shorts you wore to the beach today? I could see your bikini pants when you were sitting down. How about wearing those without panties?" Ashton was kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. "And what about that stretchy top that I like – the one that's always falling off your shoulder?"

  "The crocheted one?" Catherine asked excitedly.

  "Yeah this one." Ashton plucked it from the drawer.

  She lifted to his ear to whisper, “Actually it was an extremely large deposit your uncle left in me that time. I was a bit drunk but I remember it clearly, and he was drunk too but that just meant it took him a long time to cum…. He was actually in me for over an hour before he finally ejaculated. He stayed hard the whole time, though – just screwing me really slow and deep and teasing me about it being the last chance before we got married. And when he eventually came I was really exhausted, and the only thing I could feel was his dick squirting and squirting!”

  ****

  Ashton had to virtually drag Catherine out the door when she was dressed. Her top was loose at the bottom and didn't cover her navel. The neckline was broad and easily slipped from a shoulder, and the fabric was loosely woven, so without a bra her dark little nipples were prominent. She looked so cute in shorts too, Ashton thought. They were little fitted cotton ones with flared legs that gaped very nicely.

  They were welcomed into their neighbours’ camp, and as Catherine put her arms around Roger's neck to give him a hug her small breasts were visible beneath her top, and his big hands pawed her waist only inches below them.

  Roger had on tight fitting shorts with no underwear. His cock was immediately semi-firm. Liz was sitting with her legs tucked to one side. She had on a floral wrap-around dress tied above her breasts, and from behind her legs Ashton could see a pink gash that looked moist.

  They got to drinking and laughing about the events of the day. Catherine gradually relaxed, and Ashton noticed Roger getting his first look at her pussy. She was lying back on a sun lounger with one leg down and the other bent up. He had edged his chair around so he was facing her with a clear view through the leg of her shorts.