Sweet Catherine at the Gentlemen's Club (Unprotected Book 6)

by Matt Coolomon

  "Why don't you do that for her?" Frank said to him, and Catherine smiled without lifting her head.

  She looked to her husband and he edged down onto his knees. He accepted the bottle from her and poured some of the oily fluid into his hand then closed it over her belly. He peered up at us, looking around at each of our faces, and then he looked back down at what he was doing. He worked the lotion into her hips and around her sides. He then shuffled a little closer and glanced back up at us again, and Catherine's chest lifted as he peeled her little top up over her tits.

  "Fuck yeah!" Dennis groaned, and her eyes opened and settled upon us.

  "Sit up a bit," her husband said softly and as she leaned forward he lifted her top off completely.

  Her tits were milky white and beautifully exposed against her tanned upper body. If she'd ever been topless before it certainly wasn't that summer. Her nipples were tight and her tits shuddered a little upon her breath. Her husband had left them for us. He was working more lotion into her legs and had moved back out of the way so we could see properly.

  Ken had gotten out of the pool and she peered up at him as he approached. Her husband was looking up at us too and he was feeling for her hips. She then lifted a little as he peeled her panties down and showed her to us fully. There was a tiny strip of finely trimmed hair within the white triangle but it ended above her slit, and that was smooth and bare, and opening to offer a peek at her delicate little folds.

  "That's better," Frank grinned and Catherine smiled through her blush. "Much better," he went on and he stepped closer and reached down the side of her chair. He released the catch and guided her back to be lying flat. He then got down on a knee and bent to suck in a nipple.

  Her hand went to the back of his head and with her other she gripped the end of the deckchair. Her eyes had widened at first but as Frank nuzzled into her tit they softly closed.

  Her husband had been sitting but he stood and backed away to be standing beside me. He looked about as stunned as I was. I certainly wasn't expecting Frank to try anything like that, and his thick old fingers were suddenly pressing into her thigh and working towards her little slit.

  He forced her legs apart a little and felt up into her. He was spreading her lips and working the tips of his fingers between them while he continued sucking on one of her tits. His other hand was rubbing the bulge in his swimmers. He peeled them down and freed his erection. It was thick and it curved a little to one side. His hairy old balls swung freely from the base of it as he got up on his knees between Catherine's legs. He worked her legs open with his thighs, and he bent to her other tit and sucked half of it into his mouth.

  Fluid was seeping out of her. He had her wrists pinned above her head and he was mauling her tit while the swollen head of his cock levered above her opening. The fluid was oozing from her folds, and when Frank lowered his body and rolled forward, the head of his cock collected the little dribble and sliced straight into her.

  He forced his cock all the way up her and started humping her solidly. He kept hold of her wrists and gripped the side of the chair with his other hand, supporting his upper-body and watching her tits bounce while he fucked her.

  Arthur came out to watch and Ken walked around to stand beside him. They were talking between themselves and Catherine had followed their movements but her eyes returned to settle upon her husband.

  He was shifting anxiously. I guess he was coming to terms with what was happening, and as Frank surged up between his wife's legs he edged a little closer beside them and gathered her top and panties from the end of the chair he'd been sitting on. Frank's big, hairy frame was convulsing. His old balls had contracted up into the base of his cock and he was ejaculating inside of her.

  The husband waited until he'd finished and had gotten up off her then he took hold of his wife's arm and lifted her. She was peering around at us. Her eyes were kind of blank but she looked from one of us to another while her husband wrapped a towel around her, and she was still looking back at us as he shuffled her into the house.

  ****

  Ken and Arthur were still chatting and Frank was fixing his swimmers and tying the knot in front. I was absolutely dumbfounded.

  "What the hell was that, Uncle Frank?" Dennis asked, and Frank grinned back over his shoulder at us.

  "That was our little secret. Right boys?" he said and winked.

  All three of them strolled into the house and I caught a glimpse of the bulge in Dennis’ swimmers before he dived into the water. I took my beer and slipped into the water to conceal my own erection.

  I relaxed back on the steps wondering what had just happened to my own chances. By the look of the guy I imagined they would be scooting up the driveway, but their bag was still over by the deckchair. There probably wasn't anything important in it though, I surmised.

  Dennis and I hadn't really gotten along since we were kids and neither of us were comfortable being alone together, so I left him there in the pool and took another beer down to visit old Gus for a while. He had a small cottage over behind the stables and I found him there watching television. I sat with him and we chatted about this and that. After half an hour I decided to go and see about dinner. It was getting on five and Arthur usually served early when he was doing the cooking.

  I strolled back in through the pool enclosure where Dennis and Ken were playing cards. There was no one in the kitchen so I opened the oven to draw in some of the aroma at least. Then I thought about having a shower and putting some fresh clothes on.

  I walked through the living room and up the hall where I found Frank leaning against the open doorway to Arthur's room. I approached and had a look over his shoulder. Catherine was on the bed with her little white dress pulled up to her neck and Arthur was doing her.

  Her husband was standing there watching while the old guy humped her for all he was worth. His back was soaked in sweat and his face was glowing red. Catherine had her legs spread wide open and she was writhing and moaning. She looked like she was about to cum and suddenly she gripped Arthur around the shoulders and mashed her entire body up against him. She clung to him through her orgasm and old Arthur let out a cry and bucked hard between her legs and ejaculated inside of her.

  He rolled off with his chest heaving and he lay there beside her for a moment before getting up onto an elbow. "Are you guys ready for dinner?" he asked.

  "Can I have a shower first?" Catherine asked in reply. She sat up and pulled her dress down to her waist. "And you said there was something I could wear so I can wash this."

  "There in the wardrobe," Arthur said. "One of my shirts should be okay."

  Frank had gone back into the living room and I went along to my room and flopped on the bed. My cock was aching so I freed it and massaged a little. I thought about relieving myself but it seemed they were staying for the night, and I decided to wait and see. I lay there wondering how in the hell old Arthur had managed to get some but I just couldn't imagine so I gave up and went out to get another beer and wait for dinner.

  I'd only just flicked on the television when Catherine's husband came in and sat on the other end of the sofa. I nodded and he kind of smiled and shrugged. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

  "Yeah – it's fine. It was just a bit sudden out there with Frank."

  "Tell me about it! I couldn't believe he did that right in front of us!"

  "Yeah, well it was probably best like that. It broke the ice!"

  "And what happened with Arthur?" I probed, sitting around a bit and testing the funny little connection we seemed to be building. I guessed being the first person he'd met I was as close to a friend as he had right then, and he struck me as a nice enough guy.

  "I'm not sure. We'd talked through the thing that happened outside and we decided to stay. Then I went to have a shower and when I came back that other guy was already fucking her…. Plus they both came inside her, although I don’t mind that."

  “You don’t?”

  He blushed a little an
d shook his head. “I like other men servicing my wife – fully servicing her. We hadn’t gotten around to discussing that far, but – oh well….”

  I chuckled. “Nice!”

  He chuckled too, shrugging. “I know – it’s pathetic, isn’t it?”

  “No, dude, it’s hot. I just hope I get a chance with her too.”

  ****

  The call for dinner came and we all crowded around for Arthur's lasagne. There was no formal arrangement. It was just a matter of filling your plate and finding somewhere to sit and eat. I ended up back in the living room with Catherine, her husband and Ken. The others had set up out on the deck – although Dennis was wandering back and forth a bit, and I noticed he had become more interested in Catherine all of a sudden.

  She'd chosen a pyjama shirt to wear. It was pale blue cotton, and she had the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons open. She was sitting on the floor by the coffee table with her husband, and from where Ken and I were on the sofa there was an occasional little flash.

  Dennis had come in a few times to top up her wine glass and have a joke with her while checking her out. She would giggle a bit, and although she was still tending to blush she would just smile up at him while he looked down into her shirt at her breasts.

  After we had all finished eating, the conversation flowed from one thing to another. Catherine's husband was telling us about his real estate business, and that led us to where they were from and a little about their day to day life. We all had a turn at that. Dennis had settled in one of the armchairs and joined in too.

  Catherine had been sitting with her legs tucked away beneath the coffee table but she gradually edged back away from it as she talked and laughed. She ended up resting back against her husband's chest, and although she kept her legs modestly together she would occasionally shift to look back up at him, and each time she did her legs would stray a little and we'd get a look at her pussy.

  It had happened a few times before she was whispering something to her husband and Ken touched her foot with his, causing her to look back up at us.

  "Don't close them," he said to her, and she blushed and smiled a little.

  She didn't move her legs. They were bent up slightly with her knees just a few inches apart. We could see her tiny strip of hair and her little pink slit.

  Ken was rubbing her ankle with his foot, and as she arched back up to kiss her husband, her legs opened a little further.

  She looked back over at us, and she watched Ken as he edged off the sofa and knelt beside her.

  Ken was the youngest of the three brothers. He was a well-built man of forty-eight and extremely fit. Unlike his two brothers, his shoulders were broad and the muscles in his back were well defined. They rippled beneath his t-shirt as he knelt there on the floor and softly stroked between Catherine's knees.

  "Are you going to fuck her?" the husband asked. There was nothing in his voice other than a little resolve.

  Ken glanced at him and nodded, and Catherine's face reddened again. She looked to her husband and he stroked her face and softly kissed her again, then he moved from behind her and went over to sit in one of the armchairs.

  Ken reached further down between her thighs, stroking softly back and forth and gradually working her legs open. "I want you to watch the boys while I do this," he said to her. "I'm going to start fingering you in a minute and I want you to open your legs nice and wide so they can see."

  Catherine looked at us. She was biting her lip and her eyes were vacant. They closed and opened again as Ken's middle finger cut up through the lips of her pussy. He hadn't penetrated her. He'd just worked the tip of his finger into her folds and he was gently smearing her juices into them.

  Her eyes closed again, and I looked down to see Ken's fingertip rolling over her swollen little clit. He felt softly around it, drawing little circles and teasing it, and then her head rocked back as he forced his middle finger all the way up inside of her.

  He held it up her and worked her open with the palm of his hand. Her legs had splayed and I could hear her juices. She was looking up at us again, and I glanced into her eyes but Ken had pulled his finger out, and I watched him smear more of her fluids into her folds and then go back to work on her clit.

  He was then firmer with her. He had two fingers pressed flat over her little bud and he was rubbing against the rotation of her hips. He was watching her face, and when her eyes closed again he forced his finger back up her and started pumping her with it.

  Her eyes then shot open, and that time they were alive and intense. She looked down at herself and then back up again, biting down on her lip and grinding her pussy onto Ken's hand. She was starting to pant, and he forced his finger all the way up her again and pressed the palm of his hand over her clit. The muscles in his arm were taught and his arm was vibrating as his finger slopped in and out of her and his hand pumped against her.

  "Yeah, that's it," he whispered into her hair, and she nodded urgently. Her head had dropped forward and her eyes were glued to his hand. She had braced herself up off the floor and he was hammering his finger up into her, and suddenly her head shot back and he clamped his hand up against her pussy and held her.

  She convulsed once, and then again, and he ground the palm of his hand into her sloppy gash as she writhed and clung to his shoulders.

  Ken held her until she settled. He still had his finger up her, and as her legs relaxed and slowly opened again he gently withdrew and rubbed more of her juices into her folds.

  "Are you ready for some cock now?" he breathed into her neck. She'd fallen back upon her hands but her face was still nuzzled into his shoulder.

  "Uh huh," she uttered softly, and I could just see her little smile.

  Ken leaned back away from her and lifted her to her knees. He then undid her pyjama shirt and slipped it from her shoulders. "Bend over for me," he said to her, touching her hip and edging around behind her.

  Catherine got on her hands and knees and watched back over her shoulder while he undid his shorts and pulled them down. His cock was fully erect, and he pressed the head into her and then rocked forward against her. Her tits swung back and forth, and he took hold of her hips and started humping her. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding against her butt and spearing his cock up into her.

  Frank approached and leaned over the back of the sofa. Catherine looked up at him and then at Dennis and I but Ken was losing it and he writhed up over her back forcing his cock as far up her as he could.

  Catherine remained still while he ejaculated. She just leaned back onto him and looked over at her husband while accepting his servicing. Her eyes then closed softly and she smiled very lightly, taking a breath and then glancing back before looking again to her husband – as if to let him know she could feel the jets of semen that were being injected into her.

  Ken then lifted her and felt her tits. She was still looking at her husband and Ken's cock was still up her pussy. She reached back and held him, and she arched her back a little while he pumped a few more times.

  Ken grinned over at her husband. “I just emptied my balls in her, man. Is that okay?”

  “Yes,” Len answered, making Catherine blush.

  “Is that okay by you, sweetheart?” Ken asked Catherine.

  “Uh huh…. I don’t mind,” she uttered. “You all can if you want.” She held Len’s gaze. “You can all cum in me while my husband watches.”

  Frank stepped around from behind the sofa with a full erection in his hand. “I’ve got another load here for you, sweetheart.”

  Ken leaned her forward again and pulled his dick out.

  Frank knelt in behind, and Catherine peered back at him while he worked the big purple head of his dick into creamy little slit. The massive dome of the thing opened her, and he rocked forward and impaled her with it.

  Her eyes widened and she let out a tiny squeal.

  He started fucking her slow – almost gently. He kept his weight against her and his cock fully embedded,
and he just worked her with a slight rotation of his hips. But within a few minutes his demeanour began to change, and with his big hand pressed over the back of her neck he forced her down onto her elbows and started fucking her hard.

  Catherine's husband shifted a little in his seat. He looked a bit anxious again but I think it was more the way Frank was using her. It was the same earlier when he had her wrists pinned above her head. He was forcing her down as if he was raping her.

  His big cock was forced all the way up her and he was pumping her solidly, but then he was suddenly holding firm up against her. He didn't seem to be ejaculating though. He was still holding her neck, and with his other hand he was groping a tit. Catherine was squirming back onto his cock and I think she was cumming on it. Her eyes were closed and her body was softly convulsing. Her neck was arched up against his hand, and while Frank squeezed one tit, the other was shuddering with the tremors pulsing through her body.

  Frank withdrew his cock and it sprung directly upright. It was glistening and bulging with veins. The shaft was thick and the swollen head of the thing was massive. He guided the young wife onto her back and got between her legs, then he lowered his big frame and forced his cock back up inside of her.

  Catherine reached back above her head and her fingers searched for something to clutch on to. The pyjama shirt was there and she wound her hands into that.

  Frank was close. He was supporting himself upon his elbows and fucking her with his hips. He worked her like that until his face contorted, and his entire body bucked and then settled with the muscles in his big hairy thighs quivering and his dick throbbing inside of her.

  He looked over at her husband and winked. “Your wife’s got a nice pussy, my friend. It’s like it sucks you off while you’re blowing.”

  “Yeah, it’s her orgasm,” Ken suggested. “She kept cumming when I was unloading too.”

  Frank lifted from her and got up onto his knees. His dick was spent and hanging between his legs but the head was still swollen and it was dripping cum.