“Ouch! Not too rough,” she cried softly, her hands going to his shoulders and pressing against them a little. “Just softly until I get used to how big you are.”
Her legs were limp, and Mario lifted one and held it aside, with Catherine’s gaze again meeting Foley’s as the other man started to slowly hump her. Her expression was just blank, and after a moment she turned away and watched the side of the tent – her chin bouncing upon Mario’s thick, hairy shoulder and her hands slipping down his arms to come to rest flat upon the sheet.
The guy’s round body covered her completely, and his fat buttocks shook with each thrust of his pelvis until finally he groaned and held firm.
Catherine’s head then turned, her eyes fixing upon the peaked roof of the tent while the thick cock inside of her pulsed and gushed semen. She looked to Foley and held his gaze, the penis in her still throbbing quite powerfully.
Mario’s body eventually relaxed, and he rolled to the side and lay there with his arm over his face and his chest heaving. His other hand was covering his genitals.
Catherine’s left leg closed over her right. Her dress and panties were still around her right ankle, and with the two men staring up at the tent roof, she sat and untangled them, slipping her left foot through and kneeling and tugging them up. While she straightened them, though, a wet spot appeared and quickly soaked the gusset.
She was examining it when Paul said, “Oops!” and she blushed and smiled. “Should have told you about him,” he added with a chuckle.
“Shut up!” Mario complained, rising to an elbow and searching for his briefs.
“What?” Catherine asked curiously.
“Well there was this girl we both dated, and she told me about him. She said he cums about a bucket full, but he’s so short and thick that it just drips back out,” Paul explained.
“Aw fuck! Don’t tell them that!” Mario flopped back down, covering his face with an arm again.
Catherine peeled aside the edge of the fabric to find it was pasted with thick creamy semen. She was on her knees and studying the mess, and as they all watched, another thick glob oozed from her slit and seeped into the gusset.
“Mario!” she scolded, smiling down at him as she replaced the fabric and smoothed it up into her opening.
He peered sheepishly from beneath his arm. “Sorry!”
She sat back and had another look down the front of her panties. The pink fabric was absolutely saturated, and it peeled from her slit as she held the waist band open. “It’s so thick!” she uttered as if to herself, then she smoothed the band in place and again mashed the sodden fabric up into herself.
“Do you mind if I don’t clean up?” she asked, meeting Foley’s eyes, and he suddenly realized he was about to get lucky too.
“What, are you worried about the guys out there?” Paul asked. There was still a gathering that sounded quite drunk just outside the tent.
“No,” Catherine answered shrugging and looking away.
“So you just like the feel of it?” Paul pressed, and Catherine pulled the sheet up over her head.
“Maybe,” she said from beneath it.
“Fair enough,” Paul concluded and patted Foley on the back before pulling his own sheet up.
Mario crawled away, and Foley turned the lamp off and slipped into Catherine’s bed beside her. She rolled away from him but wriggled back, and as he spooned in behind, she searched for his erection and poked it through the edge of her panties, guiding it to her slippery little gash.
“Do you mind me being wet from them like this?” she whispered.
“No I don’t mind,” Foley said, kissing her neck and screwing her nice and slow.
She was squirming back onto him, and he could feel her wetting his balls with the other guys cum.
“Although I might need a shower afterwards,” he added with a chuckle, and both other men chuckled too.
“Don’t blame me,” Paul said. “Mine’s nice and deep in her.”
Catherine joined them laughing, though she was still squirming back onto Foley’s dick.
“Don’t take any notice of them, Mario. I felt some of yours squirting deep in me too,” she said sweetly. “They’re just jealous because you had so much more for me.”
“Damn straight!” Mario declared.
Paul chuckled teasingly. “I’ve got some more for you if you want, baby.”
“Yeah – have to wait your turn, though,” Foley said, grinding up behind Catherine and making her moan a little.
She arched right back to whisper into his ear. Her breath was ragged and hot. “What if I lick you clean afterwards? Would that do instead of a shower?”
“Aw fuck – balls too?” Foley groaned, crushing her and screwing deep.
“Uh huh,” Catherine moaned softly. “I want to lick it all up.”
“Aw fuck!” Foley groaned again, and that time he drove up into her and ejaculated.
He crushed her to his body and throbbed and throbbed inside of her, flooding her and slopping her up even more than she already was. She had relaxed onto him, and he kept hold of her with her upper leg pulled back while he finished off grinding his clenched up balls into her wetness.
“Another successful deposit?” Paul chuckled.
“Fuck yeah!” Foley shot back at him, and all three men carried on laughing and ribbing each other.
Catherine remained quiet. She still had a dick in her, and she could see the other two men’s faces in the soft light.
“So – was it a successful deposit?” Paul asked her after a while.
“Yes,” she answered. “Feels nice and warm in my belly.”
“And do you want another one?”
“No,” she said sweetly. “You have to save up until tomorrow night.”
The three of them went off laughing and cheering that time, and Catherine felt the dick recede and slip from inside of her.
She lay there blushing quietly while the guys chatted, and after a little while she slipped under the sheet and they all shut up. And they remained silent while she licked and softly sucked Foley’s dick and balls clean, moaning a little as she felt his hand on the back of her head, guiding her and holding her when he would thrust into her mouth.
“Enough of that!” she scolded when he started getting carried away, though, and she pushed him out of her bed and pulled her sheet up to her neck. “You can have more tomorrow night, okay?”
“Just him or us too?” Paul asked.
“The three of you of course,” Catherine uttered softly. “You can have turns with me for the rest of the week now…. I hope I won’t fall pregnant to you. I think I should be safe…..
****
Well the guys did have turns on Sweet Catherine several more times, and fortunately she didn’t fall pregnant. Foley felt a bit guilty about the whole thing, since he had been originally asked to support Catherine through a tough time by a close friend of theirs – but what Jared didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. And although Catherine hooked up with another steady boyfriend soon after she got home, she and Foley still met for the occasional one-nighter. As a matter of fact, Foley had introduced her to her new man, Tom. And Tom was a bit of a swinger, so he didn’t mind sharing…..
HOTEL ROOM JITTERS
“I don’t think I can go through with this,” Catherine said softly as she wrung her hands in her lap and peered up at her boyfriend.
She was sitting there on the fine leather sofa of a hotel room they had followed a complete stranger to. Her slender, lightly tanned thighs were virtually trembling. Tom glanced in the direction of the door where the guy they’d met was about due to return. He turned back to Catherine and sort of shrugged.
“I was okay down in the bar, but I don’t think I want to now,” Catherine went on, including their friend Foley in her plea.
Foley touched her shoulder and smiled, attempting to support her, but as her hand closed over his her little top gaped and exposed a nipple through the lace of her bra. He was le
aning from over the back of the sofa, and he rested there gently massaging as they discussed the situation. Her hand had slipped back into her lap, but with the action of his thumb upon her shoulder he was able to work the fabric of her little top to gape enough that he could see her nipple again.
“So the whole idea’s off then?” Tom challenged, though he seemed relieved. Foley had more or less talked him into offering Catherine to this particular guy.
“Well not the whole idea,” she explained. “I’ll still – you know – if we go home, I’ll still let Foley.”
“Let me what?” Foley grinned down at her, and she blushed as she glanced up at him.
It had been six months since Foley had taken Catherine white-water rafting and first gotten lucky with her. It had been two months since he had last seen her and Tom.
“What are we going to tell this guy then?” Tom went on nervously.
“Are you sure you don’t want to?” Foley asked Catherine, and he reached further down into her top and softly pinched her nipple. Her hand closed over his wrist, but it only rested there. “Was kind of looking forward to watching him fuck you,” Foley whispered into her hair, and her cheeks reddened again. “Watching you take this off and showing him these nice little tits – and watching while you lifted up that little skirt and spread your legs for him,” he went on, feeling her neck quiver as he breathed against it.
“He should be back soon. If they didn’t have any in the hotel there was that shop across the street,” Tom stammered, glancing back over his shoulder, then his eyes returned to Catherine’s chest.
“Do you like this?” Foley asked, still softly rolling her nipple.
She looked up at her boyfriend, her eyes closing then slowly opening again, and her bottom lip curling beneath her teeth as her body arched against Foley’s hand.
“Think she’s coming around,” Foley said to Tom.
Tom offered a nervous smile.
“How about you pull her panties down,” Foley suggested. “Don’t lift her skirt, though. Just reach up under it and take them off her.”
He then sucked on Catherine’s neck as her boyfriend knelt before her. Tom didn’t look up. He wiped his brow on his sleeve as he reached under her skirt, and Foley could feel Catherine’s heart pounding through her breast as her panties were worked from beneath her hips and peeled down her thighs.
“I’m still not sure about this,” she uttered, clinging to Foley’s arm as her underwear were carefully removed from her feet.
Tom then moved back and leaned against the chair opposite. His eyes never lifted, and he sat staring at his girlfriend’s legs. Her panties were clutched in his hand as he again wiped his brow upon his sleeve.
“Unsure is okay,” Foley whispered into Catherine’s ear. “Letting a complete stranger take you right in front of your boyfriend is going to feel a bit uneasy, but imagine how it’s going to feel when he’s got that big fat cock up you! I saw it in the toilet, you know? It’s a monster!”
“Shut up!” Catherine chuckled, pushing her friend’s head away.
“No I’m serious! Hope they’ve got super-size at the shop.” He nibbled his way back along her shoulder until her head tilted to give him access to her neck once more. “Have you ever had one of those big porno movie cocks before?”
“Um – maybe…. But this man feels aggressive, and I’m not sure I want to do this with him.”
“He won’t hurt you or anything,” Foley assured. “I know him pretty well and he’s not like that.”
“No I don’t mean like that,” Catherine uttered. “He just seems really pushy and sort of arrogant.”
Catherine looked to Tom, and he glanced back up at her. “It’s up to you,” he said a little shakily.
“But do you still want me to?” she asked in reply.
“Yeah I guess,” Tom answered, and Catherine blushed.
“And do you?” she asked Foley.
“Yeah – I’d like to watch him doing you,” Foley said softly as he slipped his fingers inside the cup of her bra for the first time. Her chest lifted as she caught a breath. Her tit was warm and soft, and he massaged it firmly. Her hands slipped between her knees, which clamped together as her body arched up against his hand.
“Open your legs while I do this,” he breathed into her neck. “Show your boyfriend what this other guy’s getting,” he went on, and as he touched her arm her knees parted, and Tom’s eyes lowered and set.
His face was ashen, his expression blank. Catherine’s hands pressed into her inner thighs. Her legs opened and stretched her skirt causing it to roll and gather upward.
“Fuck me!” Tom groaned.
“Is it wet?” Foley grinned, but Tom didn’t answer, so he moved back to Catherine’s ear. “Is it?” he whispered, slipping his other hand down her top and under her bra to cover her right breast. It was the first time he’d touched that one, and she moaned softly as her hands pressed up beneath her skirt – her body arching and her legs spreading even wider. “Is it ready for that guy’s big, hard cock?” Foley went on lewdly.
“Uh huh,” Catherine moaned, her mouth opening as Foley kissed her.
He kissed her passionately. He had a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, and he rolled them, gently pulling on them while searching her hot mouth with his tongue. The door then opened, and the guy they were waiting for, Brad, edged in and slowly approached to stand beside Tom.
Catherine broke away from Foley’s kiss and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand as she peered up at Brad. She had closed her legs.
“Sorry I took so long. Hope I didn’t miss anything,” he said with a smile.
“We were just getting her warmed up,” Foley answered.
Tom lifted himself up onto the chair and held his girlfriend’s gaze for a moment before her eyes lowered and she nervously rubbed at the hem of her skirt. Foley slipped around and claimed the other chair, leaving her alone on the sofa.
Brad motioned to the seat beside Catherine, and Tom nodded, so he sat down. She glanced up and offered him a little smile but quickly looked away. “Everything still a go?” he asked the other two men.
“Yeah except Catherine said we had to watch. Hope you don’t mind?” Foley replied.
“I did not!” Catherine complained, smiling through her embarrassment, and she tossed a cushion at her friend.
“Well not exactly, I suppose. But we’re watching anyway!” Foley laughed.
“And is right here okay?” Brad asked, lightly touching Catherine’s arm with the back of his fingers.
She visibly flinched, and her face reddened as her eyes sought her boyfriend. Brad’s hand moved slowly and gently stroked up and down, then he reached a little further and cupped her right breast. Her nipple was already firm and poking at the thin fabric covering it. He softly felt it.
Catherine’s eyes turned to Foley then moved back to Tom as she nervously fiddled with the hem of her skirt. Brad watched her face. He was sitting sideways, facing her. His free hand closed over the bulge in his trousers – that action causing Catherine’s head to turn.
“Did you get condoms?” Tom suddenly blurted out.
“In the pocket,” Brad answered, nodding in the direction of the coat he’d placed on the back of Tom’s chair.
“Shame about that though, isn’t it?” Foley ventured. “I mean, it’s a waste of a perfectly good load of cum when it doesn’t end up inside of a woman.”
“A perfectly good load,” Brad echoed, causing Catherine to blush and smile again.
“Well it’s all right for you men, but I’m the one who’d have to worry again all month!” she complained.
“So you’ll be in danger of falling pregnant if we cum in you?” Foley asked, touching Catherine’s knee with his foot.
She moved as if to prevent it but allowed him to move her leg a little, although only for a moment before closing them again.
“I don’t know. I should be okay again this time but I’m not sure,” she answered, peeri
ng from Foley to Brad.
Brad edged closer and lifted his arm to the back of the sofa as he leaned against her. He’d been casually fondling her breast up until then, and while Tom and Foley watched he reached under her top, and they could see his hand close over her more forcefully.
Catherine looked down at her chest. Her hands had been together in her lap, but they moved, with her arms falling aside and her chest lifting a little.
“She’s got nice tits,” Brad said to Tom, and Catherine also looked to her boyfriend.
Foley grinned. “Are you under her bra?”
She blushed a little again.
“Yeah I’ve got it pulled up over them,” Brad said, returning a grin. “Nothing like bare tits with tight little nipples.”
“But not too rough,” Catherine uttered, with her eyes closing as she arched back in the sofa, and Brad’s hand slipped from under her top and touched the side of her skirt.
“Let’s pull this up a bit, okay?” he said to her. “Just up over your hips so we can see,” he went on, and Catherine lifted while he tugged at it, gathering it from beneath her bottom and pulling it all the way up to her belly.
“Yeah! Now that’s fucking nice!” he groaned, smoothing over the tiny patch of hair and causing Catherine’s body to again lift, but he only touched her briefly, then his hand went back up under her top.
Catherine’s fingers were pressing into the leather sofa, and her knees were holding together, but her slender thighs didn’t meet. They could all see that the smooth, slightly puffy lips of her slit were pink and moist.
“So you guys do her regularly?” Brad ventured.
“Well he does, I guess. But no – I only flew in this afternoon and had no idea I’d be getting lucky,” Foley explained.
“You haven’t fucked her yet then?” Brad went on.
“Yeah, I’ve fucked her a few times but not lately, though I’ve got all weekend and I’ll be getting a few loads off in her I expect.”
“Oh you expect, do you?” Catherine challenged playfully. “And what if I decide you have to use condoms?”
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