Erotic with Catherine (part 4)

"And what's that?" Len asked, kissing her hair.
"I'd like to actually sleep with you both... in bed together for the whole night."
"What? Not with any bi stuff!"

"No, of course not... I mean with me in the middle and you both having me."


"Oh -- okay. Sounds like fun... Do you want to tell him or should I?"


"Well, I'm not going to ask him!" Catherine said in horror. "If you want other men to have me is up to you to ask them." She gave her husband a parting kiss and added, "I'll be upstairs in bed waiting for whoever wants to have sex with me." She flashed a smile at Carter, who looked confused and just waved as she hurried past and up the stairs.


Len approached Carter and sat beside him on the sofa. He didn't know quite how to word it. "She wants us to go up," he started awkwardly. "If you want to f*ck her that is... Only she wants us both in bed with her together."


Carted smiled. "Okay -- let's go."


Catherine waited naked in bed with the sheet pulled up to her chin. She was actually shaking as she heard the men on the stairs. Then Carter and her husband walked through the open door and started undressing.


"Which side do you want?" Carter asked Len.


Len was standing to Catherine's left and indicated that was fine. He got into bed from that side and Carter slipped in under the sheet on the other side. Catherine's heart was pounding as her husband kissed her. She returned the passion in his kiss as the other man felt her breasts. Her head was then turned and she was being kissed by a stranger.


"Do you want to go first?" Len asked the guy, and he nodded.


"Yeah, do I have to pull out or anything?"


They both looked to Catherine and she felt her blush. She shook her head, "no you don't have to pull out," she uttered as she was penetrated by Carter's middle finger.


"f*ck she's wet," he said to Len, grinning as he worked her juices through the folds of her pussy and started nudging her legs open.


Len was up on an elbow watching. Catherine could feel Carter's fingers twirling and stroking her hair. Her left leg was resting against her husband's body and she held his erection in her left hand. He leant over and kissed her again as Carter slipped lower and started sucking her nipples. "Are you okay?" Len asked. And Catherine nodded but Carter had worked his body between her legs.


He worked his way back up from her breasts and as he did his cock penetrated her. Catherine moaned a little at the sudden thickness of it. "Oh god that's thick," she uttered as the guy surged and ground himself against her. She lifted her leg over her husband so she could spread wider and the guy immediately settled into a rhythm of short, powerful thrusts that were jolting Catherine's body and forcing her head against the headboard. She clung to him though, and ground her clit against the thick base of his shaft, and within a few minutes with her orgasm building nicely he suddenly convulsed and started cumming in her.


His cock throbbed powerfully and the feel of it and the heat from his semen tipped Catherine over the edge. Her belly then clamped as a wave of ecstasy gripped her from within and exploded through her entire body, only to contract deep in her belly and explode again and again.


She was left spent and tingling all over as the stranger continued rotating his hips and working his semi firm cock in and out of her. He had lifted his upper body and was watching her breasts as he fucked her, then he craned his neck downward and sucked on a nipple that was sooo sensitive and caused Catherine's belly to contract again.


"f*ck she's tight," Carter said to Len with a grin. "She really crushed me when she came... Didn't you?" he added, kissing Catherine's lips.


"You're so thick in me," she uttered. "Especially when you were finishing..."


"Well, what I lack in length I make up for in girth," he smiled. "Most women seem to enjoy the different feeling."


He rolled off and collapsed on his back. Len then rolled on top and Catherine reached down and guided him in.


Len could feel how open his wife was. Her pussy was certainly stretched and it was extremely wet. He started fucking her with rapid thrusts and soon had his load building. She was holding him tight but she was obviously exhausted and intended to just get him to cum quickly. When he came she held him tight throughout and when he slumped she did too. He rolled off and lay on his back beside her.


Catherine ended up facing her husband and cuddled up to his chest. She could feel the heat from the other man's body as she was dosing off though and experienced a little thrill at being between two men. 


Sometime through the night she woke to the feel of the guesthouse keeper massaging her breasts. She was still cuddled up to her husband's chest and the other man was spooned behind her back. His erection was pressing against her and as he started thrusting his hips she arched her back and presented him with access to her pussy.


Carter found the little blonde wife to be slightly sticky but after he worked the tapered head of his cock into her he found that she was slick internally. He had to force his cock in a little at a time with the thickness of it sticking to her outer lips, but with each penetration he drew more of her hot fluids and soon had her completely slick. He then held onto her tits and fucked her nice and slow.


Len had his wife's head resting upon his chest and he held her, stroking her hair as her body was being jolted from behind. She clung to his body with her fingernails digging in a little. He could tell from how firmly she was clawing him that she was enjoying the feel of another man humping her like that. After a while she nuzzled up to his ear and whispered, "I love you."


Carter felt the inner walls of her pussy crush his shaft and begin to throb. He held firmly up her and let her orgasm run its course, just keeping hold of one of her tits and keeping a good hard pinch going on the nipple... When she started to relax he resumed fucking her and was soon pumping his second load into her... When he had finished he rolled over and went back to sleep.


In the morning Len woke to find Carter getting dressed and Catherine in the shower. "I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow night," Carter said.


"Oh okay... so..."


"Yeah, just see old Reg for anything you need. He's pretty good in the kitchen."


Len joined his wife in the shower and found bite marks on her breasts. "Did he do that?"


"Uh huh... and he kept pinching my nipples really hard when he was in me."


"Are they sore?" Len asked, feeling her gently from behind.


"No... I actually liked it... It made it feel even more intense -- plus how much he was stretching me... I was feeling his thingy before and I couldn't even get my hand around it."


"You were feeling it... When?"


"Just now when he was in here with me."


"What -- here in the shower with you? Did he f*ck you again?"


"No, he just washed me then sort of fingered me a little bit while I gave him a hand job with the soap."


After breakfast Len and Catherine drove to the village to have another look around and when they got back they had a swim in the lake. Toby was working in the gardens again and Len made his wife take her top off and show him her breasts. Old Reg watched from the kitchen window with his binoculars again and formulated his plan for what he considered to be fair retribution.


After lunch on the balcony Len started getting sleepy. He simply couldn't keep his eyes open and had to go to bed. Catherine had agreed to take down the dishes from lunch for old Reg and when she entered the kitchen he closed the door behind her.


"So your old man's asleep?" Reg asked, leaning back against the closed door. He looked menacing with his folded arms and stern brow.


Catherine's heart started pounding. "Umm... yes he's asleep, but..."


"Yes, well I put a little something in his orange juice to help with that," Reg cut in. He motioned to a doorway that led down to the basement. "Come on down and we'll have a chat about how you've been teasing my boy."


"But I..." Catherine's plea was cut short by the old man taking an iron grip to her arm and forcing her through the door. There was a stairwell and a room with two beds and a TV set on a dresser. Toby was sitting on one of the beds but as Catherine was pushed onto the other one he got up bobbing his shoulders and looking back and forth from his father to Catherine excitedly. Catherine's heart was in her throat. She was petrified and unable to get a sound out.


"Now, personally I fully approve of attractive young women sunbathing topless but it looked an awful lot like you and that husband of yours were deliberately trying to tease young Toby here. Am I right?"


He was indeed right and Catherine knew the look on her face was answering his question. She couldn't lie to save her life... "We didn't mean any... any harm," she managed to stammer, sobbing a little.


Old Reg smiled. "And there's no harm done either! As long as the young fellow isn't left -- well -- shall we say -- high and dry!"


Toby was staring at Catherine's legs. She had on a short lace skirt and it was hiked up displaying her panties. She tugged it down as she edged back against the wall. She thought about screaming for help.


"The nearest neighbour is half a mile away and your husband wouldn't wake up if a bomb hit," Reg said easily, as if he had read Catherine's mind. "The only question is do you want it rough or are you going to co-operate?"


"Co-operate with what?" Catherine sobbed. She knew what was about to happen though and her mind was ticking over the possibilities... If she fought she would probably be hurt and there was no way to run with the only avenue for escape being the stairwell where the old man was sitting. "Please don't hurt me," she pleaded, looking from the old man to the young giant standing over her.


"He's not going to hurt you," Reg said calmly. There was even a hint of warmth and compassion in his tone. "Just start with taking your top off like you did out there..."


Reg motioned for Toby to step back and he did so, giving Catherine some room to breathe. "Now, let's see those nice boobs," he said, putting his glasses on and moving a little closer beside his boy.


Catherine expelled a ragged breath and took another. She then lifted the top she was wearing over her head and exposed her breasts. They shuddered upon her next breath and she sniffled a tear.


"Go on, boy," Reg said, prodding Toby forward, and the child giant shuffled close to where Catherine was cringing in the corner. He then bent down and reached forward, feeling Catherine's right breast. His hand was course but his touch was gentle and Catherine couldn't help the sparks flittering through her body as he carefully felt her other breast and rubbed his thumb over the nipple. "That's it, boy, she likes that," Reg urged with encouragement and Toby grinned back over his shoulder then turned back to concentrate on what he was doing.


"Lie down," Reg said to Catherine. "All the way down, flat on your back..."


She complied immediately and when she did Toby's attention returned to her legs. "Oh god," she uttered as the boy's eyes lit up and he folded up the front of her skirt. Catherine's knees were trembling together. She couldn't look down at her body but she felt the coarseness of that hand against her inner thigh and then pressure against the crotch of her panties.


"Pull them down, boy," that raspy old voice said and Catherine for some unimaginable reason lifted her butt so her panties could be removed more easily. "That's it, now spread her legs and lick her," old Reg instructed, and at that point Catherine's mind blurred out of focus. She felt her legs being parted and then there were fingers peeling the lips of her pussy open. There was a snuffling, grunting sound and suddenly there was a tongue slicing into her. She clung to the cotton blanket beneath her body and stared at the ceiling. The weight of the giant lying down on top of her forced the air from her lungs and then there was a fumbling of fingers between her legs and she was being penetrated.


"Oh god," she moaned out loud as she felt the size of the young gardener's p*n*s. He worked it in and out forcefully, penetrating deeper and deeper until Catherine felt the head of the thing pressuring her cervix. He was finally pressed against her down there and he started humping her wildly. He was jerking and thrusting awkwardly and the depth of his penetration was hurting but Catherine still felt an orgasm beginning to build.


All too soon the big guy was ejaculating though. He was clamped between Catherine's legs convulsing and groaning in ecstasy while powerful bursts of cum were gushing. He finally stopped writhing around and his body slumped a little but Catherine could feel that his p*n*s was still quite firm. Her orgasm had ebbed away unsatisfactorily but the guy started thrusting again and it began to build again. He was moving with less urgency and his action was smoother. His p*n*s had softened just slightly and its penetration wasn't hurting anymore. Catherine began lifting and grinding against his thrusts but just when her belly was beginning to tighten towards her climax he let out another caveman like howl and jammed his fully erect member to the hilt, again causing enough pain to ruin the building sensations for Catherine, and all she could do was brace herself while she was being flooded with cum again.


Toby got up and followed his father upstairs. Catherine was left lying there used and beginning to sob again. She sat up and found her top and panties. She pulled them on and crept up to the kitchen where she could see out the window that both men appeared to be getting ready to do some work in the garden. She rushed upstairs and got in the shower with cum running down the inside of her thighs. She washed it away and closed her eyes to the feel of her panties being pulled down, and then to the feel of that tongue and of the huge p*n*s being forced into her. Her fingers vibrated against her clit as she felt the giant thrusting deep and hurting her, and that illusive orgasm quickly resurged and thumped through her belly.


Catherine cuddled up to her husband's sleeping body and woke when it was dark. A few minutes after turning the light on there was a gentle knock at the door and she opened it to find a tray of food and the form of the old gardener vanishing back into the kitchen.


Catherine was hungry and the food looked good. She imagined her penance had been paid and felt confident the food wouldn't be drugged or anything. 


Later that night with Len still sound asleep Catherine wore a t-shirt and panties and took the tray of dishes down to the kitchen. Her t-shirt didn't quite cover her panties and they were little lace ones that she usually wore to tease her husband. She put the tray on the sink and turned to see Toby standing in the doorway to the basement. She looked down at herself, plucking at the bottom of her shirt, then she looked back up at Toby.


She walked over to him and he stepped aside to let her pass. He then followed her down stairs to where the old man was sleeping on one of the beds. She sat down on the other bed and scooted back as Toby knelt beside her. He immediately felt her breast through her shirt. "You have to be more gentle this time," she whispered. "Can you be very gentle for me?"


Toby's grin broadened and he nodded.


***


On the morning of their third day at the Lakeside Guesthouse Catherine woke up between her husband and the guesthouse proprietor. Her pussy was numb and her inner thighs were sticky. There was a huge wet spot beneath her where the cum had been leaking from her body. And she laid there staring at the ceiling and thinking about her baby -- about how much she was missing him.


She shook her husband and when he opened his eyes she told him, "I want to go home now."


"Now?" he said, yawning.


"Yes - right now. Come on let's get up!"


An hour later they were back on the highway with the lake vanishing in the rear view. And after a quiet morning of travel where Catherine had mostly sat gazing blankly out the window Len decided to try and find out what was on her mind.


"Are you okay, sweetheart?"


She nodded and glanced across offering a weak smile.


"Is it just that you're missing little Matty? We'll be home tonight..."


"I guess," Catherine mumbled, and there were suddenly tears welling in her eyes.


"What is it?" Len asked with concern, and she sniffled. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"


"I don't know. I just feel... Oh I don't know - it's nothing... I'm just being silly."


Len knew what was wrong. It was something that seemed to rise up and overwhelm his wife from time to time.


"Do you think there's any chance with one of those guys?" He asked warmly.


"No! There's no chance because I wasn't ovulating."


"Are you sure?"


"Yes I'm sure! Do you think I don't know when I can and when I can't?" 


"Okay -- okay -- I'm sorry. Of course you would know... And I'm sorry it hasn't happened yet."


Her little burst of frustration had ended and she smiled through her tears. "It's not your fault, Len. I know we've been trying."