Sharing Catherine

by Matt Coolomon

  There were another four men standing alongside the other little show, but when the two men had finished they just sat either side of the youngish woman they'd fucked and started watching the porno. Their four spectators spread out along the couches and settled to watching the film as well.

  Gus was telling us he'd watched a girl-girl show earlier and that the guy fucking the woman in front of us was the sixth she'd taken on. We watched until that guy had finished and then we left Gus to it and claimed one of the couches in the back row, with two guys who had followed us in leaning against the wall behind us but not too close.

  The film was basic. There was a room, bare except for a bed, and one couple after another walked in and fucked. The camera work wasn't that good either. It seemed to be limited to a few angles and would flash from a wide shot to a close up when the angle showed penetration. The actors looked amateurish and the sound was distorted but at least the was no corny fuck music. I was sitting on one end of the couch with Len and Catherine cuddled up and talking together. It was all rather boring until I recognized the girl, Kate, walk onto the screen with a guy I'd seen in the booth next to ours.

  "Oh my god!" Catherine exclaimed under her breath and Len looked up at the screen. "That's her isn't it?" she went on, squeezing my arm.

  "And it's the guy from the next booth. Does that room look like the one you were in?" I asked Len.

  "Yeah – pretty much," he replied, still not getting the significance.

  "It's a live feed," one of the guy's behind us said, leaning over the back of the couch. "They pick a room with some hot action and channel it through."

  "Fuck me!" Len groaned. "I might have been on television!"

  "No, sweetie, he said 'hot' action," Catherine giggled.

  The guys behind us laughed and Catherine glanced back at them and smiled. They were both around forty I guess. One was a powerfully built black guy and the other was lightly built but taller. Catherine turned back around tugging a little at the hem of her dress and we settled to watch young Kate being fucked on screen.

  Len kept his arm around his wife and pulled her to his chest as she tucked her legs up to the side. Her little black dress wasn't long enough to cover her and from behind her legs, so me and the two men standing over the back of the couch had a view of the pretty black lace covering her pussy. And as Len stroked her side he gathered her dress a bit higher.

  Gus had wandered up from the front and I stood and joined him, leaving a vacant seat on the end of the couch at Catherine's feet. The black guy waited a few minutes before slipping into my place.

  He sat watching the screen and we all stood quietly watching as well. A few more guys had come in and joined the guy standing behind the couch. Everyone was regularly looking down at Catherine's legs, and after a while the black guy started rubbing her calf and working his way slowly up over her knee.

  He checked with Len, who checked with Catherine.

  “Okay, but they’ll have to use protection,” she uttered. “Sorry, but if you want to cum inside me you have to wear a condom,” she said, peering back at the guy feeling her legs and looking around to include the others as well.

  And with Catherine clinging to her husband's coat the black guy slipped his hand between her thighs and felt up into the crotch of her panties.

  He worked her firmly but slowly. He was using three fingers, flat against her pussy, and he was rubbing a small circle which had Catherine's breathing ragged and uneven. He took plenty of time with her. He would occasionally glance up at the screen but his fingers would remain pressed against her and after a while he began working on his erection with his other hand.

  It seemed like an eternity before he finally reached up over her hip and tugged at her panties. Catherine lifted her body when he did that, and he peeled them down and stretched them from her heals.

  Len edged from beneath his wife but stayed near her, taking a seat on the arm of the adjacent couch.

  The black guy still hadn't touched Catherine's bare pussy. He had freed his cock and he was rolling a condom over it. He then tugged his trousers down to his knees and got onto his side and moved in behind Catherine's legs. She clung to the arm of the couch as he probed the head of his cock into her, and when he had the head in, he rocked forward and inserted about half his length.

  The guy's cock wasn't particularly thick but it was incredibly long. He had about four inches inside of her and he withdrew and then rocked forward again to force the other half in. Once he was balls deep he supported his weight on the back of the couch and started fucking her with long, rhythmic thrusts.

  Catherine just clung to the arm of the couch with her head resting on her arm, and occasionally she would lift her head to look back at the guy. It was as if she was feeling nothing and merely letting him use her, but I noticed her hips would lift and she would squirm just slightly when he was fully up her.

  The guy eventually broke his rhythm and started humping her more forcefully. His head had rocked back and his face was contorting, and each time he thrust forward he would give Catherine's body a few sharp little jolts with his hips. And soon enough he was out of control and pounding her but he only lasted a minute like that before shooting his load.

  He pulled out and stepped back so the next guy could get in behind her. It was the tall guy and he already had his cock sheathed so he slipped straight in and immediately started fucking Catherine hard and fast. She ended up on her knees and the guy got right over her back and humped her until he blew his wad into his condom.

  There were two more men standing behind the couch and waiting a turn on her. The next guy to step around was older. He looked in his fifties, with a bit of a belly hanging over his belt. He got down onto his knees on the floor and while Catherine peered back at us all he used his thumbs to peel open the lips of her pussy.

  We could see deep into her. Her soft pink walls were dripping with milky fluid and the guy inserted his tongue as if tasting her. Her eyes then closed and she gripped the arm of the couch while he began tonguing her. He was rocking back and forth and with his tongue extended he was slowly fucking her with it.

  We watched him bring her along. He was searching deep inside of her with his tongue, then sucking on her juicy folds. The one guy left waiting was working his cock, and he'd moved in beside the one on his knees. The guy on his knees would occasionally stop and peel her lips open again, and when he did the guys at the back of the couch would lean in to have a look.

  "Looks good doesn't it?" he asked at one point, grinning back at us with Catherine's juices dripping from his chin. She lifted her head and gazed around at us but then the guy bent to her again and sucked over her clit, and she immediately convulsed and started mashing her pussy against his face.

  With his mouth open over her clit and his jaw moving as if he was eating her, he soon had her beyond control and writhing in orgasm. And while she was still grinding back against his mouth he rolled a condom onto his fat little cock and shoved it into her.

  He fucked her hard and fast but before he shot his load he pulled out and ripped the condom off.

  Catherine knew what he wanted and she rolled onto her side and opened up for him. He was gripping the head of his cock and when he placed it on her tongue he released it and thick ropes of creamy jiz began slurping forth.

  It was a massive load. His cock seemed to throb for ages and what he pumped into Catherine's mouth must have nearly filled it. She swallowed though and opened again for the last of it, and she softly sucked on the guys cock until his body had stopped jerking.

  The last guy was close. He edged along and in front of Catherine with his hand clamped firmly over the head of his cock. "I just want to cum in your mouth," he said and Catherine nodded and opened up for him. And he touched the head to her lips and she closed her eyes as his sperm began to pulse over her tongue.

  ****

  When Len and I sat down either side of Catherine, the guys wandered away. We sat for a moment while she tugged he
r dress down and fixed her hair. "That was interesting," Len started casually, and I saw the little smile his wife gave him.

  "It was nice too," she said shyly.

  "Yeah? What bit was nice?"

  "It all was. I liked the way the first guy felt in me and I liked what that guy did with his tongue. And it was nice when they came in my mouth too."

  "Did they taste good?" Len went on, smoothing his wife's hair.

  "No – not their taste. I mean, I like the way it tastes because I know it's a man's semen, but it's not like it's yummy or anything."

  "So, do you want some more?" Gus asked. He'd been leaning over the back of the couch but he moved around and sat back against the one in front of us. "I've been hard for an hour and I'm really aching."

  Catherine suddenly found the need to blush.

  "Do you want to do it in my mouth?" she asked shyly, and Gus grinned and nodded.

  "Okay, I guess," she added sweetly and she sat forward a little as Gus freed his erection.

  Old Gus has quite a monster, and pumped up on Viagra it was roped in thick veins and the head looked like it was about to explode. Catherine closed her soft little fingers as far around his shaft as she could and she began stroking him. Gus began rocking slowly and she opened her mouth over the head and let him slide it in and out.

  The way her delicate little fingers brushed over the ridge of his helmet, and the way she so tenderly cupped his balls with her other hand, and that soft, sensual look in her eyes, had my own cock throbbing. And then the way the expression on her pretty face changed to concern when his cum was gushing into her mouth – I could almost feel the wave of ecstasy that shuddered through old Gus' entire body.

  Catherine was on her knees, and when she'd swallowed his load she lifted his cock and kissed along the underside and down to his balls. She very tenderly pressed her lips to first one and then the other. She peered up at him and smiled lightly.

  "Do they feel better now?"

  I checked on Len. His jaw was gaping and his hand was closed over his erection. Catherine looked back at him. She was still holding old Gus' cock

  "Take me home soon?" she said sweetly.

  We found the others laughing and chatting over a row of empty shot glasses. There was another guy sitting with them who Vince introduced as Mark. He was the young black guy who had earlier asked to buy Catherine a drink, only to be rejected. He ended up getting into the back seat with Ken when we were sorting out who would drive home. I hadn't had much to drink so I was fine with my car, and Len was okay to drive the other.

  I needed fuel on the way back to the farm so we were about ten minutes behind the other car. We arrived to find Vince doing Catherine on the sofa in the living room and Len and George standing there watching. Vince had her on her back with her legs hooked over his elbows and he was pounding into her while she clung to the arm of the couch above her head. He pulled out before he came and ripped off the condom in time to get the head of his cock into her mouth.

  Catherine moaned softly as she accepted his load. He smoothed her pretty hair while she sucked out the last of his sperm and went about kissing her way down to his balls. I recognized the community bottle of baby oil in George's hand. He must have been to the bathroom and found it.

  Vince collected the trousers from around his ankles and moved aside. Catherine had closed her legs but she lay there smiling up at George as he approached. She glanced at the oil bottle and bit down on her lip sweetly.

  "Wriggle up a bit," George said and he helped her with a cushion beneath her shoulders, and had her head resting on the arm of the sofa. "Do you know what I want?" he asked her.

  She blushed a little. "I think so."

  George reached in beneath her back and undid her zip. He then took hold of her shoulder straps and peeled her dress down, exposing her tits. He left her lying there for a moment while he took his trousers off.

  "I'm going to fuck your titties," he said to her, pouring oil along his erection and rubbing it in. "Is that okay?" he went on easily, and she nodded and peered around at us all watching.

  George straddled her and positioned his cock between her tits. "Hold them together for me," he commanded, and Catherine pressed her breasts together around his shaft.

  George was gentle with her. He fucked her tits slowly and carefully, holding to the arm of the sofa and using his hips to slide his cock between them. He didn't begin to thrust until he was close to cumming and then for a minute or so his action was a little more violent, and when he came he pulled back a bit and sprayed it all over her chest.

  Catherine rubbed the thick, creamy goo into her nipples while watching Mark get into position between her legs. He rolled a condom over his smooth dark cock. He then lowered his body and forced his cock up her pussy. He thrust hard and impaled her completely, and she immediately bucked and writhed against him. She clung to the sofa with sticky hands while the black guy humped her, and before he'd reached his peak she convulsed in orgasm beneath him.

  Mark worked her gently through it but he was obviously on the verge himself and he again stared pounding her. He went at her hard, splitting her little gash wide and jolting her tits, and then he suddenly pulled back and ripped the condom off, and he lurched up over her and pumped his cum all over her face.

  Catherine had her mouth open trying to catch some of it but it went everywhere and there was so much of it. It was so thick that it creamed her face completely.

  She just lay there peering around at us all staring at her. Her face reddened with a sweet little blush as she started rubbing her pussy. She writhed and moaned and rubbed herself like crazy, ending up with her eyes shut tight and her fingers clamped between her thighs as she convulsed over and over in orgasm.

  ****

  Awakening from her little show, Catherine was suddenly quite embarrassed. We were all standing around looking at her and she was lying there with cum all over her tits and face. She took a moment to get any words out at all.

  "So – should I make you all a coffee before I go to bed?" she asked, blushing fully and tugging her dress up.

  Orders were placed and she disappeared into the kitchen for a while. When she returned with a tray of coffees she had on a little lace nightie and her face was still covered in cum. Then as she bent to place the tray on the coffee table we saw that her breasts were still oily and soaked in cum as well.

  “Fuck that’s hot!” Mark said.

  “Thank you – I’m glad you like it,” she offered.

  “It’s all in your pretty hair too, love,” George chuckled, and a few of the others chuckled too.

  “I know, and when it dries it gets knotty too,” Catherine joined in with a giggle. “It will wash out tomorrow though.”

  She was dabbing at a thick glob that had seeped into the corner of her mouth.

  “Yeah – eat it,” Vince said, making her blush again.

  She then smoothed the glob across and collected it with the tip of her tongue. She ate it and smiled. “But I’ve already eaten so much tonight and I like having it all over me instead sometimes.”

  She had turned away and peered back over her shoulder as she left us for bed. “Except I have to rub it in really well so it doesn’t get all over the pillow,” she giggled and disappeared up the hall.

  And after their coffee the other's left for home with the intention of returning for another visit after dinner Sunday night, which was something Len had agreed to.

  ****

  Sunday morning Catherine woke up on a mission to leave the house at least as clean as it was when she arrived, and since we'd all been sitting around doing nothing for a week, that meant there were plenty of jobs to do. Gus took off like a scalded cat claiming he had chores of his own. I ended up washing windows for a start and Ken was put to work with the vacuum and mop. Len was sent out to mow the lawn and do a whole list of jobs in the garden. Catherine, in a little chequered skirt and tank top, was everywhere dusting and stripping beds and the like. I'd seen Ken co
rner her a few times and I had three or four goes at feeling her up too, but only to be wriggled away from and told, "You have to wait till this evening."

  By mid-afternoon the back deck had been scrubbed and the pool had been cleaned. Curtains had been washed and blinds had been taken down and dusted. Baths and showers glistened and the toilets were fit for royalty. And Catherine left us and took off into town alone again to visit Tim.

  “What’s that about?” Ken asked her husband.

  Len blushed a little. "It’s a guy she knows form years ago. He’s fucking her unprotected. She’s been checking her temperature and that. There’s a good chance he’ll get her pregnant.”

  “So you decided then?” I asked.

  Len nodded. “But we thought it would be best if it was just the one guy. Catherine says he’s really nice.”

  “Yeah, Timmy’s cool.”

  “Yeah…. And anyway, Ken, do you think you could get George to bring one of those little frilly aprons with him tonight – one of the ones the girls at the club were wearing?"

  "Shouldn't be a problem, “Ken suggested. “ I think he orders all the supplies so he should be able to get his hands on one.

  “What's the plan?"

  Len paused in thought for a moment. "Best leave that for the time. I don't know if it will work out just yet. But tell him to give it to me discretely – while Catherine isn't looking, okay?"

  ****

  We'd not long finished dinner when George arrived along with Vince and their friend Mark. Catherine wasn’t back from town but she eventually turned up and hurried to shower before her husband could catch her arm. She came out an hour later wearing the short satin nightie she'd bought earlier in the week. She slipped onto her husband’s lap but within a few minutes George took her by the hand and led towards her room with her peering back over her shoulder at the rest of us.

  George returned after about fifteen minutes, still fixing his trousers, and giving the nod to Vince.

  Vince slipped up the hallway, and when he returned a little while later he gave the nod for Mark to go and have a turn.