Enter the Bad Boy (Sweet Surrender) (4 page)

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In the morning Ash woke to the feel of the bed jolt. He met Catherine’s eyes. The other man’s head was buried in the back of her neck. Her body jolted again. Her back was arched, her hips flared. The guy was humping gently but he jolted her again, making her tits bounce wildly.

The guy kissed the back of her neck. She bit down on a teasing smile as she looked at Ash.

Ash looked down her body to where they were coupled. Carter had her upper leg pulled back over his hips. His thick cock was slowly sliding in and out of her stretched little pussy. Ash kissed Catherine’s belly. She moaned and grabbed his hair.

“Fuck she’s tight, man,” Carter grinned, sliding in deep again.

“Yeah – looks like you’re stretching her,” Ash said.

Carter chuckled. He smoothed Catherine’s hair from her neck and touched a red mark with his tongue.
He then sucked on her skin while she moaned and writhed back onto his cock. When he released her neck the bite mark was a deeper shade of red. His hand was on her tit. Ash saw a love bite there as well, just beneath her left nipple.

Ash kissed his wife’s sweaty belly again. He kissed his way down to her hip and then he kissed her groin. Her hand was still in his hair. He glanced and met her eyes, then looked at where the other man’s cock was slowly sliding out of her. It withdrew until the crown emerged then it sunk into her again. Ask kissed her soft skin, nuzzling her groin and then moving to her little landing strip. The guy had her spread wide. He continued fucking her when Ash
touched her clit with his tongue. He massaged it, pressing it against the veined shaft of the other man’s cock. Her labia were stretched taut but he sucked on it as best he could, keeping his tongue flat against his wife’s swollen clit.

Catherine cried out as her orgasm hit. Ash stopped working her clit, knowing how sensitive it would be right then. He rested his head on her belly and felt it clenching with her contractions. Carter had jammed his cock firmly up her, but he began fucking her again. His thrusts became more forceful and
urgent. Catherine had a handful of Ash’s hair and held him down there as the guy groaned and held firm again, and he watched the huge set of balls pressed against his wife’s stretched opening gently pulse as they discharged their contents into her belly.

Carter chuckled. “There you go, man – fresh cream pie.”

His dick oozed out and he scooted from the bed. "I have to run. I'll see you tomorrow night," he said.

"Oh okay. So?"

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

He leaned over the bed and lifted Catherine’s chin. He kissed her lips,
then Ash watched him insert his tongue into Catherine’s mouth and take another, more passionate kiss.

She squeezed Ash’s cock. He kissed her hip again, tasting her sweaty skin as he sucked on it and made his way to her
mons. The scent of their sex was strong. Catherine’s legs were closed, but she didn’t resist when he lifted one and kissed her pussy. She moaned as he pressed his tongue into her wetness.

She held his head and ground her stretched opening against his mouth. She took his cock into her mouth. He searched deep i
nside of her with his tongue. The taste was odd – different to her usual taste. She was stroking and sucking on him. He hugged her waist and moved her on top. Ash then closed his eyes and swallowed at the tangy fluid seeping from his wife as he licked her out.

He came hard in her mouth. When he emerged from beneath her she was biting her grin. “Wow – that was different
.”

“I know
…. Watching him tongue kiss you like that made me want to do it…. It’s amazing how open you are down there after being fucked.”

“
Being fucked by him you mean. It’s because he was so huge in me.” Catherine scooted around to face Ash. “Did he leave me tasting nice?” she asked teasingly.

“I don’t
know if it tasted nice…. He left you very wet.”

“
Mmm – it’s all over your face. Let me taste it,” she moaned, kissing Ash and licking his lips and mouth. “Uh huh – that’s definitely his cum,” she grinned. “That’s so sexy.”

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After breakfast Ash 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 Ash 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 Ash 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 leaned 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
on 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. 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 man 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 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 man 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 the old man 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 coarse 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, 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 penis.

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 penis was still quite firm.

Her orgasm had ebbed away unsatisfactorily but the guy resumed thrusting and it began to build again. He was moving with less urgency and his action was smoother. His penis 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 sensation, and all she could do was brace herself.

She held the old man’s gaze as she was being serviced with a second deposit of his son’s cum. She bit her lip, feeling herself blush.

“He just cum again, did he?” the old man asked.

Catherine nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.” The old man winked and turned away. “Come on, Toby.”

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 semen 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 penis 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.

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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 Ash 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.

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On the morning of their third day at the Lakeside Guesthouse Catherine woke up between her husband and the guesthouse proprietor. She shook her husband and when he opened his eyes she told him
, "I want to go home now."