Sweet Catherine Really Likes Men (Unprotected Book 4)

by Matt Coolomon

  "Yeah? You liked that, did you?"

  "Uh huh."

  Howard chuckles. "Well I'll have to find an opportunity to do it again. Maybe with some lube next time, though."

  "Okay," she utters softly. "But just gently like you did this time. I don't think I'd like it if you were too rough.”

  She rolls back over onto her side, pulling the sheet up. A few minutes later her breathing has steadied, and Howard carefully lifts his heavy frame from the bed and leaves her sleeping. He can see Ashton is still up and about downstairs, but he decides to just go to bed.

  *

  Ashton sees a shadow slip into Howard's bedroom, and he goes up to find his wife sleeping alone. He gets into bed, snuggling behind her, and immediately notices the heat from her crotch against his thigh. He feels down there and finds her inner-thighs are wet and her pussy is slippery.

  She holds the back of his head as he kisses her neck. She’s arching, presenting herself to him. He sinks his cock in easily. There’s no resistance and internally she’s hot and open.

  "He ejaculated in me twice," she utters.

  "I know. I was listening at the door," Ashton groans as he fucks her slow and deep. "Are you going to wear something sexy for the other guys tomorrow now?"

  She moans as he surges up into her again. "Uh huh. If you want me to."

  ****

  The next morning Keith is sitting alone at the breakfast bar sipping coffee and reading a local paper he found at the mail box. Luke and Howard are out on the lake fishing, and Ashton has driven into the village to get a few things at the market.

  Keith looks up to say good morning as Catherine walks into the kitchen, and she returns a nice smile. He then sits watching her tidying up. She has on a satin pyjama top that just covers her panties. She’s obviously braless, as her tits are wobbling about and her nipples are firm little points. Her long, slender legs look absolutely delicious.

  Keith watches her clean up and eat a bowl of cereal, noticing her looking over quite often.

  “So last night was fun," he says eventually.

  She blushes. "The dancing was great!"

  “Yeah that too." Keith smiles, looking down at her legs.

  She reaches up to fix her hair into a clasp, and her pyjama shirt lifts enough to reveal the crotch of her white cotton panties. "The game was fun too," she says sweetly. "I liked seeing you guys strip, but I hope I won't be in trouble with Barbra."

  "No – she'll be getting it on with Sarah all weekend anyway."

  "Oh so you know about that?"

  "Yeah sure! I think it's hot," Keith says easily. Catherine pours coffee and sits up on a stool. Her shirt is again concealing her panties but only just. "So you liked watching us strip, eh?" he teases.

  "Yes of course I did." She giggles. "It's only fair with you men all watching me undress!"

  “Yeah and enjoying it!" Keith adds pointedly. "You've got a terrific body."

  Catherine blushes again. "I think I might go for a swim before the others get back," she says. "Do you want to come out with me?"

  She walks into the adjoining laundry as she speaks and sorts through a basket of clean washing.

  “Yeah I'll come out," Keith answers as he watches her.

  She’s found a yellow bikini, which she untangles it lays out on top of the dryer.

  "Should I go and wait for you?" Keith asks. She’s started to unbutton her pyjama top.

  "You don't have to," she answers shyly. "I don't mind if you want to watch me get changed."

  Keith swallows hard and sits there. She turns to face him and undoes the last button. She then looks down with a slight smile as she lowers the pyjama top from her shoulders and holds it at her waist with her tits bare. She peers up at Keith, biting a lip.

  Keith looks from her tits down to her little white panties then up to her pretty face.

  She tosses the pyjama shirt into the washing machine and remains side on as she lowers her panties and steps out of them. She then pulls on the bikini bottoms and turns a little as she tugs them up. Keith gets a look at her slit, but only a quick flash. She ends up blushing again as she meets his eyes. He just keeps smiling and looks back down at her tits. She takes a breath, making them quiver. Her nipples are hard and a deep red against her milky white skin. She has her bikini top in her hand, waiting while he enjoys himself, it seems. After a moment she puts her arms behind her back and swings her shoulders, gently swaying her tits from side to side. He meets her little smile when she does that, and she again blushes. "Do you like that, Keith?"

  Keith feels his cock through his shorts, repositioning it with some more room to expand. “Yeah I like that."

  She touches her right nipple, squeezing it a little and rolling it between her fingers. "Do you want to feel them?" she utters.

  Keith steps into the laundry and gets behind her. He feels up her sides and cups her tits in both hands. She leans forward, holding onto the clothes dryer.

  "Are you sure Barbra won't mind?" she asks sweetly.

  "She won't mind," Keith responds with certainty. He’s massaging and jiggling her tits – just playing with them and pulling on her nipples. She’s pressing her bottom back against his erection, which is nestled between her cheeks.

  "Do you want to have sex with me?" she whispers back over her shoulder. "You can if you want to."

  Keith feels over her belly and slips his fingers down the front of her bikini pants. He kisses her neck and shoulder as he feels her little slit. It’s slippery. "Are you sure this is alright?" he groans, but it isn't a question so much as an admission of guilt at what seems like taking advantage.

  She’s starting to pant from his mauling of her neck, and he has his cock freed and in his fist. He holds the crotch of her bikini pants aside with the hand he still has down her front and guides the head of his cock to her wetness with the other. He presses the massive dome against her slit and stretches her open.

  She whimpers softly. "Oh God that's big."

  Keith has penetrated her and is gradually sinking into her. She keeps her back arched and her hips flared, wriggling a little and pulling away slightly as he forces in the last few inches.

  “That's so huge," she moans as he pulls her hair aside and bites into her neck. "It feels even bigger than it looked last night," she says, meeting his lips.

  Keith can feel the edge of her bikini pants rubbing against the shaft of his cock as he slowly moves in and out. He’s taking long strokes, enjoying how tight Catherine is compared to Barbra. He has also resumed feeling her tits, and he’s enjoying how firm they are by comparison. Then he feels the bikini pants being stretched away, and there are fingernails lightly scratching the underside of his cock and sticking into his balls when he’s all the way in.

  He continues with a deep, slow fucking until the fingernails are pressed in there vibrating, then the young woman beneath him suddenly convulses and grips the clothes dryer, so he rams his cock in balls deep and rides her through her orgasm – that time forcing her neck down and holding her with her tits pressed against the top of the machine.

  She’s a bit of a rag doll when he lifts her afterward and resumes feeling her tits. She’s stopped panting and is breathing in deep sighs of satisfaction. "You planned this didn't you?" He chuckles. "You knew ever since you walked in the kitchen in that pyjama shirt that you were going to do a strip tease and get me to fuck you!"

  She opens her mouth as he kisses her, and she reaches up to touch his face. "I didn't exactly plan it," she says innocently. "I was just thinking about it is all."

  Keith lifts her with a thrust of his cock. "I'm going to cum soon," he warns, and he thrusts again and starts humping her. He keeps her upper body pressed against his with one of her tits still squashed in his hand. He holds her bikini pants aside with his other hand and has fingers in the folds of her gash with his cock sliding through them. He has full control and is pounding her. "Do you want me to pull out?" he gasps. He’s getting close.

  "You don'
t have to," she says in reply. "You can cum inside me."

  Keith holds her warm, slippery little body in an iron grip and jams his throbbing horse cock up inside of her as far as he possibly can. He holds it there for a long moment and it throbs again and expands. Then he lets out a loud groan as his balls contract up into the base of his shaft and a massive gush of sperm spurts up into her belly. That’s followed by another thick, heavy gush, and another and another. He absolutely floods her and completely drains his balls in the process. Then he slumps over her back and lies there with his cock still inside of her.

  It takes a moment to catch his breath. "I haven't cum that hard in years."

  "Mmm – I could feel it," she utters. "It's nice being this wet from you. Knowing it's from another man and not Ashton."

  "You like the thought of that, do you?" Keith's cock slips out of her and swings down between his legs. He lifts her chin and kisses her. "The fact that you're another man's wife is pretty hot too!"

  "I know. I like it when a man sees me with Ashton and thinks about when he had sex with me. Like for you and Howard today – seeing me with my husband and knowing you've both been in me."

  There’s the sound of a car pulling up outside. "There's Ashton now," Keith says.

  “That’s okay. Let him know you’ve had me…. Why don’t you keep my panties – let him see you with them?”

  Keith fixes his shorts and returns to his newspaper. He puts Catherine’s panties on the counter in plain view.

  Ashton comes in with shopping bags, and Catherine comes from the laundry with a t-shirt that doesn't quite cover her bikini bottoms. Keith sits watching them together there in the kitchen, thinking about the fact she’s carrying a load of his cum in her belly – that he has indeed been inside of her. She’s continually glancing over, and when he looks down at her legs she smiles and blushes.

  They approach – Catherine kind of pulling her husband along. “Look what he’s got,” she says teasingly.

  Ashton looks at the panties. Keith picks them up and feels their softness.

  “I was wearing them when I came down before, but now he has them…. Do you know why, Ashton?”

  “I think I can guess,” Ashton replies.

  Catherine squirms back against her husband. “He’s got something of mine and I’ve got something of his,” she whispers. “Only his is inside of me.”

  Keith holds the gaze of the other man. “You really don’t mind us fucking your wife eh, Ashton?”

  Ashton shakes his head. “I’m used to other guys getting with her.”

  Catherine’s cuddling herself with his arms, backing against him. She smiles up at him. “Yes he doesn’t mind me being serviced by other men.”

  “Yeah? Serviced, eh?” Keith grins.

  Catherine blushes a little. “Don’t worry – I keep track, and there isn’t much risk of getting me pregnant right now.”

  “So you’re not on the pill?”

  “No but it’s okay to cum in me…. It’s more exciting when you do.”

  “That’s fucking hot,” Keith says, holding Ashton’s gaze steadily. “And I gave her a nice big load too.”

  Ashton’s face reddens a bit. “That’s fine,” he says, his voice dry.

  Catherine’s biting a lip as she peers between her husband and Keith. Keith holds her panties to his nose and draws in her scent. He grins. “Smells like she needed servicing, man.”

  Catherine’s blush fires up.

  Ashton nods. “Maybe you can do her again later….”

  ****

  That afternoon Catherine is resting in a recliner with a book while the four men play cards across the room at the dining table. Luke is being teased by the others about something he doesn't know, and Catherine is listening intently.

  "Well I just don't fucking get it!" Luke declares. "What the fuck?"

  "You should have been here, buddy. It's your own fault you missed out," Keith says, inviting Howard to back him up.

  "What – so you both fucked her?" Luke asks, astounded.

  Catherine’s face glows red.

  "Not together," Howard explains. "I was out on the lake with you all morning, so I had nothing to do with whatever Keith got up to."

  "So you did her last night?" Luke asks. "After we went to bed?"

  "It's just the way things went," Ashton answers while dealing the next hand. "You'll get your chance," he adds as he looks across at Catherine.

  Catherine feels like hiding her face in her book, but she just bites down on her smile and refuses to glance in their direction, even though she can feel all four of them looking across at her. She also experiences an undeniable tingling in her belly and a warm wet feeling at the thought of being taken again soon.

  She likes the idea of being desired by a group of men, and she’s ready if any one of them feel like having sex. Whether they want to take her upstairs to one of the beds or even if they just want her to kneel down and give them oral right there at the table while the others watch – she’s the only woman there and they’re all virile men – it’s up to her to make sure they’re taken care of in that way.

  "Luke's going to get his chance too, isn't he, sweetheart?" her husband calls over playfully.

  Catherine looks across at the men. "Yes," she says softly, and she meets Luke's eyes.

  He smiles. “So when's my chance? Right now?"

  Catherine just holds eye contact and feels her blush rising again. She shrugs a little.

  "So I can take you upstairs and fuck you right now?" Luke goes on. "Right this minute?"

  "Uh huh," Catherine utters. "If you want to."

  "Don't fucking touch my chips," Luke says to the others, and he gets up from the table.

  Catherine watches him approach, and she melts against his chest as he lifts her out of the chair. The muscles in his arms and shoulders ripple, and she clings to him as she’s carried from the room and up the stairs.

  She’s placed on the bed in his room and lies back there watching him undress. He’s looking at her legs, and she allows them to part. She’s wearing a short denim skirt and white lace panties. He feels her crotch, rubbing firmly into her while holding his cock in his other hand. She spreads her legs wider, and he forces fingers up inside of her. "Dirty little slut…. You love this, don't you?"

  Catherine moans. It’s the only sound that comes out.

  "Suck it," Luke demands, and she takes his cock in her mouth.

  It’s too thick, but he just strokes her hair and doesn't force it, so she concentrates on the tapered head and fondles his balls. They’re quite huge and very heavy. She kisses her way along the underside of his shaft and sucks on one then the other, just caressing them with the warmth of her mouth and moaning a little at the thought of them filling with cum. Her panties are being taken from her legs, then she helps him pull off her top and bra.

  "Now lie down and spread those fucking legs," he says, kissing her hard then pushing her face away.

  She does as she’s told, and he gets down on top of her. He guides himself and presses the head of his cock into her wetness. She feels it penetrate and stretch her open, and suddenly he’s hard against her, holding the top of her head and humping away.

  Catherine's first orgasm builds and thumps through her belly quite quickly, and she’s fucked through that and on into another. The body of the man on top of her is like iron, and the cock steadily thrusting in and out of her seems to be growing thicker, until finally he tenses up and holds firm. She then feels the hot sperm gushing inside, causing her to smile to herself and find the energy to spread her legs a little wider and hold herself up and pressed against him.

  Soon enough, though, Luke’s finished unloading, and he rolls off and sits up. He then immediately gets dressed and leaves her there.

  She waits a while – just lying naked on the bed, listening for anyone else. Then she dresses and stops at the top of the stairs to see the poker game has resumed, and she’s left to make the walk of shame while the other thr
ee men watch her. At least it feels like a boys’ dorm walk of shame with them all knowing she’s just been serviced and the way they’re all smiling.

  It’s thrilling, though – the idea of being their plaything, of being fucked between hands of poker.

  Ashton catches Catherine's hand as she’s walking past. He pulls her close, stroking her hair a little. "Should we order in tonight?"

  "I don't mind cooking," Catherine answers sweetly. "Why don't you men just relax and let me take care of you."

  "Take care of us, eh?" Keith asks with a grin.

  "Uh huh…." Catherine feels her blush deepen. "I'll just be in here if anyone wants me," she adds back over her shoulder as she walks into the kitchen, with the warmth of Luke's cum soaking into the crotch of her panties.

  As she’s preparing the meal her panties start to feel sticky, so she goes into the laundry to find a fresh pair. She’s just pulling the gooey ones down when Keith appears in the doorway. He leans against the door frame smiling, so she continues lowering her panties and steps out of them. Then when she turns to put them in the washing basket, he moves in behind her and feels her breasts. His hands are up her top, and he works beneath her bra and starts squeezing and playing with her nipples. She can feel his erection pressing against her back.

  "Do you want me like this again?" she utters as he mauls her neck. Then she arches her back and presents herself to him, and he pulls his shorts down and frees his cock. He rubs fingers into her pussy from behind. "I'm still a bit wet from Luke," she says, but he pulls her top up and kisses her back, then he kneels and kisses her bottom.

  Catherine lies over the washing machine and clings to it. Her bottom is being stretched open, with a nose pressing into her anus while a tongue is slicing through her pussy lips and licking deep inside. Her boobs are out the bottom of her top and bra and are pressed against the cool metal lid of the washing machine. Her legs are forced apart, and one of them is lifted while the tongue that was licking her out begins to focus more on her clit. It’s folding over it and swirling around, making her belly clench and causing her nipples to ache. Then it all stops, and as she opens her eyes to meet those of her husband at the laundry door, she’s being filled with cock.