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The subject was not mentioned on the Sunday visit to the parents. On the Monday, Catherine wore a conservative skirt and blouse and only exchanged glances and smiles with Jason all morning. At lunchtime he took her by the hand and led her around the corner and up to his apartment.
She offered no resistance, and once he had her inside he pulled her panties off, lifted her against the door and fucked her.
She had her skirt bunched up around her waist and her legs hooked over his arms, and she was in the process of having an orgasm when he drove hard up under her and ejaculated.
She was then carried over and placed on his bed. Her blouse was undone and her bra raised over her breasts. Her legs were parted, and he lay down on top of her and slipped his cock back in. He started kissing her passionately as he fucked her slow and deep. Her body was soon convulsing in orgasm again, and that orgasm seemed to ebb away then resurge over and over until he finally bucked hard and held firm with only the head of his cock inserted while he emptied his balls into her again.
He grinned. “Let’s leave you nice and creamy, eh?”
“Uh huh,” Catherine uttered, just lying there and letting him.
He squeezed off the last of his load and got up. She closed her legs and stood, holding her pussy to stop it from dripping. It was slick and gooey. Jason handed her her panties. She stepped into them and pulled them up underneath her skirt.
“Is that going to be okay?” he asked, watching her adjust them. They were already soaked.
“It’s fine. I’ll just have wet panties from you but I don’t mind.”
That afternoon Catherine had to sit through a meeting with Mister Pittman and a new client with her panties all wet and sticky from where Jason’s cum kept leaking out. Then when she was left to lock up in the evening Jason took her into the kitchenette and bent her over the sink.
He mounted her like that, and she squirmed and ground herself back against him as he humped her like some sort of animal.
“Do it deep in me,” she moaned as she felt him tense up ready to cum. She was thinking about the drive home and not wanting to be dripping all the way. And when his cock started throbbing she ground herself back against it and took his load directly into her belly. “Yeah like that,” she uttered, peering back at him. “My husband says you can service me because your balls are so big.”
Jason chuckled. “He said that?”
Catherine giggled. She didn’t know why she was making fun of Ashton right then but it felt like he deserved it somehow. “He thinks with your big ones you can produce a lot more semen than he can – which seems to be true…. He likes the idea that I’m getting serviced with really huge loads like yours are.”
She washed her pussy and inner-thighs in the bathroom. Ashton was waiting expectantly when she got home.
“Did he?” he asked.
“Yes he came in me three times today – twice deep inside me and one time he deliberately gave me a creampie. I had to sit in his cum all afternoon, Ashton.”
Ashton masturbated that night while Catherine lay beside him in bed whispering the details.
The next day at lunch she went with Jason to his apartment but when he started feeling for her pussy she fought him off.
“I’m really tender down there and I need a rest,” she explained as he continued kissing her.
“Oh okay. I guess I could call in on Jane or Chelsea tonight.”
There was no animosity in his tone. It was just matter of fact and without emotion.
“Or I could suck you,” Catherine said, feeling for his cock through his trousers.
He lay back on the bed, and she got on her knees and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She could only take a few inches, but she stroked and licked his shaft and kissed and sucked on his balls.
When he finally erupted, the force of his cum squirting against the roof of her mouth was amazing. There were four or five very heavy spurts that absolutely flooded her mouth. She smiled up at him as she swallowed that down, then held his gaze while his cock continued to throb and leak more hot cum.
That evening she gave him another blowjob to make sure he wouldn’t feel the need to visit any other women. That time she did it in her office with the old married salesman just the other side of the closed door, and she did it with her top open and her breasts exposed and being manhandled the whole time.
She was treated to another mouthful of warm semen, which she swallowed with the satisfaction of thinking she was getting it all. And when she opened her office door to leave a few minutes later she saw the three men talking and chuckling between themselves.
“See you tomorrow, Catherine,” Mister Pittman called out, and she just blushed and waved her goodbye with the taste of cum still strong in her mouth.
“Can you taste him?” she asked Ashton when he kissed her hello. It was only a short drive home. Her mouth was still salty.
“Yeah – a bit,” Ashton replied, blushing.
“He came in my mouth about twenty minutes ago…. Do you want to kiss me again?”
Her husband pressed his lips to hers. She moaned into his mouth, straddling him and inserting her tongue. She kissed him wetly, dribbling saliva into his mouth. “His loads are huge, Ashton. I swallowed two of them today….” She kissed some more. “There’s probably billions of his sperm still in my mouth. It tastes like it, doesn’t it?”
“Yes it does,” Ashton admitted. “So he really does produce a lot of cum?”
“Uh huh – at least twice as much as you – even three times as much.” She kissed her husband again. “I invited him for dinner again tomorrow.” She had begun to feel defiant. She hoped he didn’t want the other man to visit again. “I’m going to cook for him, and after that you can watch him fuck me in our bed again if you want…. You can watch him me getting filled up with another huge load of his cum.”
That following day Catherine brought home one of Jason’s white business shirts. She had the evening meal prepared and spent an hour in the bath. She heard Jason’s voice, and didn’t rush – enjoying the thought of Ashton having to entertain him.
When she had finished shaving her legs and pussy, she came from the bathroom wearing the shirt and nothing beneath it. The two men were in the kitchen. They both looked her up and down. “You like?” she asked Jason.
He grinned. “Looking good.”
“It’s a bit big on me,” she went on, glancing at her husband.
Jason pulled her close. She maintained eye contact with Ashton as she was kissed. Jason searched her open mouth with his tongue. He felt her tits – first grabbing one, then she turned her body so he could feel them both. “Feel how smooth I am down there,” she whispered, and his hand travelled down over her belly and groped between her legs.
He parted her labia with a finger, teasing softly while continuing to kiss her neck. She held her husband’s gaze again, and she tugged the shirt up a bit so he could see her being fingered.
“She’s already wet, man,” Jason said to Ashton.
He inserted his middle finger. Catherine caught a breath and squirmed down against his hand. She looked at her husband again. “Why don’t you serve dinner while he has me, Ashton? Then after dinner you can watch him have me again.”
Jason chuckled. Ashton went red in the face. Catherine led her boyfriend past her husband and toward the bedroom.
She watched the doorway while she was being serviced. Ashton never appeared. She followed Jason back to the kitchen after he’d finished in her, and she sat through dinner in a daze with her husband, and with her belly full of the other man’s cum.
She stood to take her plate to the kitchen. All three of them looked at her chair – at the puddle of creamy goo on it.
“Oops,” Jason grinned. “You’re not supposed to let it all drip out.”
“Well what can I do? There’s so much of it inside me and you leave me so open down there.”
Catherine took the plates and put them on the count
er. She returned and looked down at her chair. She lifted her shirt at the back and sat in the cum.
“So it’s true – you really do produce a large volume of cum?” Ashton asked. “I mean, I’m not gay or bi or anything, but I noticed you’ve got such big testicles. I was wondering if that meant you would produce more semen.”
Jason grinned again. “Yeah man, I do. I’m flooding your pretty wife there with a huge load every time I fuck her and when she sucks me off…. She makes me cum hard, so I’m giving her plenty.”
He squeezed Catherine’s knee under the table. She smiled through her blush.
“Okay that’s good,” Ashton said, a little anxiously as he chewed on his knuckles. “You’re able to do her properly – thoroughly…. It’s only right and natural that you should be the one servicing my wife.”
“I agree,” Catherine said. “It’s exactly right and natural to be accepting his cum instead of yours, Ashton…. It just feels right.”
****
Ashton watched his wife being serviced the second time that night. He stood in the bedroom doorway and watched her being fucked missionary style while being passionately kissed. Jason paced himself fucking her. He slowed and built himself up to a powerful climax over what seemed like an hour, in which time Catherine had several orgasms.
“Yeah – that’s it,” her lover finally cried out, and he ground hard into her and held firm.
Ashton was staring at where they were coupled – his eyes wide and unwavering throughout the duration of his wife being inseminated.
“I’ll be taking Catherine home with me tomorrow night,” Jason said to Ashton as he fixed his jeans. “You can watch sometimes, but I like a bit of privacy too.”
Ashton nodded. “I understand…. You two should have privacy when you want to have sex.”
****
Catherine pulled on panties so she wouldn’t drip too much this time. They went to the lounge room and turned on the television. Jason sat on the couch, and she tucked her legs up and leaned into him as he put an arm around her. His big hand rested upon her belly. She held it there and peered across at Ashton sitting in a chair. “I like when you hold my belly after filling it with your cum,” she said to Jason while still holding her husband’s gaze.
“Yeah – you like that, eh?” Jason asked softly, lifting her chin and pressing his lips to hers.
Catherine closed her eyes and moaned as he inserted his tongue into her mouth. He cupped her face and kissed her deeply. He squeezed her cheeks and teased her open mouth. His eyes were on her husband as he ran his tongue around her lips lewdly inserted it. He kissed her deeply again as he felt her tits. He unbuttoned the top of her shirt and put his hand inside to feel her bare.
“Would you two like some privacy now?” Ashton asked. “I could use the spare room if you want to sleep together.”
“Nah, man. I’m drained for tonight. Need some time to refill.” He cupped his package and winked.
He got up and led Catherine toward the front door. He lifted her chin and kissed her. “I’ll look forward to seeing what colour bra and panties tomorrow,” he said.
“Okay….”
When he had gone, Catherine went to bed and slipped under the bedclothes. She felt Ashton getting into bed a little later. She was still wearing her lover’s shirt. Her husband cuddled up to her.
“That was amazing, sweetheart – I couldn’t see your pussy, just those huge balls pressed against you and pulsing.”
“You could actually see them pulsing when he was ejaculating in me?” Catherine asked softly.
“Yeah – I think he kind of held still deliberately so I could watch him make his deposit…. They pulsed about five or six times that I could clearly see. I can only imagine how much was being squirted into you with each one.”
“Mmm – a lot,” Catherine teased back over her shoulder. “It’s not always possible to feel it, like with you and other guys, but I can with him. His ejaculation is really strong. There’d be an awful mess if it wasn’t going inside me.”
****
The next night she allowed Jason to fuck her again. He wanted her on top, and she oiled his cock and slid down it with her work skirt again hiked up to her waist and her blouse and bra lying on the floor.
She rode him through several orgasms before he lifted her and placed her on her hands and knees on the bed. He then got behind and claimed the bottle of oil.
“Do you like it in the arse?” he whispered as he kissed her neck.
Catherine swallowed hard. “My god – with that thing?”
“Come on, let me try it,” he said, still kissing her neck and ear but also rubbing his oily hand between the cheeks of her bottom. “Just relax,” he went on, slipping a finger in then working another in as well.
Catherine tried to calm her breathing and relax the clenching of her anus around his fingers. Fortunately he went slow and worked her open with a third finger, then spent some time moving them in and out before she felt the head of his cock pressing there. She felt it opening her and the head seemed to slip in where his fingers had been. Then he poured more oil and started rocking back and forth, working some of his length in.
It was painful for Catherine, but not as bad as she had expected. She could feel pressure so deep inside of her body and a burning sensation where she was being stretched open. Beyond that there was pleasure though, and with Jason’s fingers rubbing her clit there were sparks confusing everything.
Finally she felt him pressed against her bottom with his cock fully inserted. He then started humping gently – just working her without withdrawing too much, and she could feel his balls slapping against her clit, keeping those sparks firing. Then he started withdrawing some of his length and sawing in and out of her, and that burning sensation melded into a warm tingle that swarmed through her belly and started lifting her toward another orgasm.
Catherine’s head was soon being crammed against the bed-head and her body was being pounded. She kept her bum raised and available while she clung to a pillow and bit down on it.
The orgasm that was building swamped her, but he kept on fucking her through that, and suddenly he convulsed and jammed his cock as deep in her arse as he possibly could. It then expanded and throbbed, and she could feel the spurts of cum gushing against her insides and flooding her.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, and he thrust again and squirmed against her with his cock still throbbing and leaking semen.
****
That night Catherine pretended to be sleeping when her husband got into bed, and she was relieved when he lay facing the other way and made no attempt to touch her.
Then on the Thursday she satisfied Jason by sucking him off three times throughout the day, and on the Friday at lunch she again allowed him to fuck her.
She took him home with her that evening and asked him wait in the car. But as she was about to get out he pulled her across and onto his lap. It was dark enough, but she was expecting Ashton to look out the window any minute, so she submitted in the hope he would be quick at least.
He had her straddling his lap, and he stretched the crotch of her panties aside and started working the head of his cock between her pussy lips. She wasn’t very wet but as he firmed up he penetrated her.
“Just quickly – before he comes out,” she breathed into his hair, and she clung to his head while he probed and forced half the length of his cock into her. She then watched the balcony door of her apartment while she was being fucked. She was only just beginning to get wet when she felt the cock inside of her firm up and expand.
“I want you to be nice and full when you tell him,” Jason whispered to her, and he pulled back until only the head of his cock was inserted. Then he started unloading.
Catherine held herself up while he flooded her. She could feel the powerful bursts of cum squirting just inside of her pussy. It was one of his larger loads, so she was glad she at least had panties on this time.
When he finally finished he smoothed h
er panties back into place and let her go, and she could feel the warm fluid leaking out as she walked into the house.
She confronted her husband in the kitchen cooking dinner. He met her with a huge smile. “I’ve done the booking for our vacation,” he announced proudly.
Catherine could feel the cool air against the sopping crotch of her panties as she spoke.
“I’ve just come to get some things,” she said, fighting back the quiver in her voice. “Jason’s waiting for me outside….”
Her husband’s face paled. “But – what about – ”
“I’m sorry, Ashton. He asked me to move in with him….”
****
One Tuesday night six months or so later, Catherine was lying on her and Jason’s bed with Jason slowly fucking her. She was on her back with her knees bent up. Jason was lying across the end of the bed doing her from behind her legs.
Kneeling above Catherine in a 69 position was a girl from the upstairs apartment, Elisa. Elisa’s boyfriend was sitting in a chair across the room stroking his cock back to life.
Catherine closed her eyes as she sliced her tongue through the lips of Elisa’s pussy. It was the first time she had tasted another woman, and she sucked gently on her labia and searched deeper into the wetness as she felt Elisa’s tongue massaging her clit and Jason’s cock sawing in and out.
Inside of Elisa’s pussy was the familiar taste of cum, and as Catherine breathed the otherwise feminine scent, a thick glob of semen oozed out and seeped into her mouth.
The boyfriend had only just finished fucking her a little while earlier so it was his load, and Catherine looked over at him as she swallowed his semen and accepted another thick creamy flow into her mouth.
She then closed her eyes again and continued licking into the dripping folds, teasing the other woman’s clit and making her grind her hips.
The speed of Jason’s thrusts were beginning to increase as he worked toward his climax, and Catherine’s own orgasm was building. She started licking more urgently at the other woman’s clit, and Jason started pounding her. Elisa sat up and simply ground her gash against Catherine’s lips and tongue. More semen was leaking out of her, and Catherine swallowed again as it flooded her mouth.
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