Enter the Bad Boy (Sweet Surrender) (9 page)

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Ash waved him on and Howard walked noiselessly up the stairs. He found the door to the room Catherine and Ash shared to be cracked open, and he poked his head in to find Catherine in bed with a sheet to her waist and what looked like a light cotton nightie on. Her breathing was soft and regular. She was obviously sleeping.

He slipped in and closed the door, again noiselessly, although his heart was pounding. The bathroom door was open and he reached in and turned the switch, casting light across the bed but fortunately not in Catherine's face.

He could then see her clearly and he carefully knelt on the bed behind her and took hold of the sheet. She didn't stir at all so he lowered it slowly and carefully. He took it from her hip and pulled it away from her thigh. Her nightie was short and already up over her bottom, and as he leaned down for a look he could see her pussy available behind her legs. Her legs were scissored slightly with the upper-thigh forward, opening her very nicely for inspection.

Howard sucked his fingers and carefully pressed the tips against her slit. It felt hot and tacky, and he spread his fingertips and opened it, inserting the tip of his middle finger between the folds.

An inch or so inside he found that she was wet – probably from being fucked he imagined. So he drew some of that fluid and wiped it around her pussy lips, lubricating them.

Her breathing was still steady and she hadn't stirred so he gently edged his weight in behind her, spooning close and freeing his erection. Then he pressed the head of his cock against her slit and forced it in, causing her to moan softly and
squirm a little back against him. He then forced his cock in a little further, drawing more of her wetness and then slowly forcing it in further still. And as he continued moving in and out he reached up under her nightie and started feeling her tits.

She was still asleep and he was fucking her. He was groping her tits and squeezing her nipples. He was humping up behind her, spearing his cock in balls deep and making her moan with each thrust. He instinctively mauled her neck and ear and after a little while he met her eyes.

She just stared back over her shoulder at him. She didn't say anything so he kissed her mouth and her face. He was getting close and she remained more or less limp but he could feel her bracing against his thrusts. She had turned her face away and she was just clinging to her pillow but her back was arching and presenting him with access to get all the way up her.

He rolled her onto her stomach and straddled her thighs, using his cock to lift her butt, and she held that position while he rode her. Her slit was hot and open and she was presenting it to him, and suddenly he was jammed up against it blowing his load deep inside of her.

He was supporting himself on his hands, keeping his weight off Catherine's back. It was only his thighs straddling hers and his cock inside of her, and his old balls were drained and nestled in the warmth of her pussy juices.

He had finished unloading and he started moving his hips, just enjoying the feel of her.
She was still holding her butt up against him – still bracing against his thrusts and grinding a little when he was all the way in.

She had her head turned to one side and he stroked her hair away and kissed her. "Fuck you're beautiful," he breathed into her ear.

"Am I really?" she uttered.

He ground against her again and his cock flexed inside of her.

She lifted her butt and held herself up while he did that. "Do you want to cum in me again?" she uttered softly. "You can if you want to."

"Are you sure,
love? This is okay then?"

"Uh huh.
Now that you've already had me."

The sweet sound of her voice made Howards cock stiff again. He ground against her and held there balls deep. "Yeah, that's nice," he groaned. And she kept watching him back over her shoulder while he rolled his hips and surged his cock around inside of her hot little hole.

She just watched him with this sweet, innocent look on her pretty face while he played around in her wetness, sliding his cock in and out and enjoying the feel of her. Then he started to get excited with the feel of his balls beginning to fill again and she laid her head down on the pillow and kept her butt raised while he settled into a steady rhythm fucking her. Then after a few minutes of that she began clutching at the sheet and grinding herself back against his thrusts. And then she let out a little cry as her body convulsed into orgasm, with the effect of her pussy clamping around Howard's cock causing him to lose control and unload in her again.

He held himself hard against her butt and pumped his sperm into her as deep as he could. Then, completely spent and with his old balls totally drained, he rolled off and slumped on his back beside her.

She lay on her stomach, panting a little. After a while she turned her head to face him, offering a shy little smile.

"It was nice waking up with you inside me like that."

"Yeah! You liked that did you?"

"Uh huh."

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

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

She rolled back over onto her side, pulling the sheet up. A few minutes later her breathing had steadied, and Howard carefully lifted his heavy frame from the bed and left her sleeping. He could see Ash was still up and about downstairs but he decided to just go to bed.

Ash saw a shadow slip into Howard's bedroom and he went up to find his wife sleeping, alone. He got into bed snuggling up behind her and immediately noticed the heat from her crotch against his thigh. He felt down there with his hand and found that her inner-thighs were wet and that her pussy was slippery.

She held the back of his head as he kissed her neck. She was arching her back, presenting herself to him. He sunk his cock in easily. There was no resistance and internally she was hot and open.

"He ejaculated in me twice," she uttered.

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

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

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Next morning Keith was sitting alone at the breakfast bar sipping coffee and reading a local paper he had found at the mail box. Luke and Howard were out on the lake fishing and Ash had driven into the village to get a few things at the market.

Keith looked up to say good morning as Catherine walked into the kitchen and she returned a nice smile. He then sat watching her tidying up.

She had on a satin pyjama top that just covered her panties. She was obviously braless, as her tits were wobbling about and her nipples were firm little points. Her long, slender legs looked absolutely delicious.

Keith watched her clean up and eat a bowl of cereal. He noticed her looking over quite often.

"So, last night was fun," he said eventually.

She blushed. "The dancing was great!"

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

She reached up to fix her hair into a clasp and her pyjama shirt lifted enough to reveal the crotch of her white cotton panties. "The game was fun too," she said 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 said easily. Catherine had poured coffee and sat up on a stool. Her shirt was again concealing her panties but only just. "So you liked watching us strip, eh?" he teased.

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

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

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

She walked into the adjoining laundry as she spoke and she sorted through a basket of clean washing.

"Yeah, I'll come out," Keith answered as he watched her.

She had found a yellow bikini and she untangled it and laid it out on top of the dryer.

"Should I go and wait for you?" Keith asked. She had started to unbutton her pyjama top.

"You don't have to," she answered shyly. "I don't mind if you want to watch."

Keith swallowed hard and sat there. She turned to face him and undid the last button. She then looked away with a slight smile as she lowered the pyjama top from her shoulders and held it at her waist with her tits bare. She then looked back at Keith, biting down on that little smile.

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

She tossed the pyjama shirt into the washing machine and remained side on as she lowered her panties and stepped out of them. She then stepped into the bikini bottoms and turned a little as she stood
– enough that Keith had a look at her slit, but only a quick look.

She ended up blushing again as she looked up and met his eyes.

He just kept smiling and looked back down at her tits.

She took a breath and they quivered. Her nipples were hard and a deep red against her milky white skin. She held her bikini top in her hand, waiting while he enjoyed himself. After a moment she put her arms behind her back and swung her shoulders, gently swaying her tits from side to side. He met her little smile when she did that and she again blushed. "Do you like that, Keith?"

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

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

Keith stepped into the laundry and got behind her. He felt up her sides and cupped her tits in both hands. She leant forward, holding onto the clothes dryer.

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

"She won't mind," Keith responded with certainty. He was massaging and jiggling her tits. Just playing with them and pulling on her nipples. She was pressing her butt back against his erection and it was nestled between her cheeks.

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

Keith felt over her belly and slipped his fingers down the front of her bikini pants. He kissed her neck and shoulder as he felt her little slit. It was slippery. "Are you sure this is alright?" he groaned but it wasn't a question so much as an admission of guilt at what felt like taking advantage.

She was starting to pant from his mauling of her neck and he had his cock freed and in his fist. He held the crotch of her bikini pants aside with the hand he still had down her front and guided the head of his cock into her wetness with the other. He pressed the massive dome against her slit and stretched her open.

She whimpered softly. "Oh god that's big."

Keith had penetrated her and he was gradually sinking into her. She kept her back arched and her hips flared, wriggling a little and pulling away slightly as he forced the last few inches inside.

“That's so huge," she moaned as he pulled her hair aside and bit into her neck. "It feels even bigger than it looked last night," she said, meeting his lips.

Keith could feel the edge of her bikini pants rubbing against the shaft of his cock as he slowly went in and out. He was taking long strokes, enjoying how tight Catherine felt compared to Barbra. He had also resumed feeling her tits and he was enjoying how firm they felt by comparison. Then he felt the bikini pants being stretched aside and there were finger nails lightly scratching the underside of his cock and sticking into his balls when he was all the way in.

He continued with a deep, slow fucking until the fingernails were pressed in there vibrating, and then the young woman beneath him suddenly convulsed and gripped the clothes dryer, so he rammed his cock in balls deep and rode her through her orgasm – that time forcing her neck down and holding her with her tits pressed against the top of the machine.

She was a bit of a rag doll when he lifted her afterward and resumed feeling her tits. She had stopped panting and was breathing in deep sighs of satisfaction. "You planned this didn't you," he chuckled. "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 opened her mouth as he kissed her and she reached up to touch his face. "I didn't exactly plan it," she said innocently. "I was just thinking about it is all."

Keith lifted her body with that thrust. He lifted her with his cock. "I'm going to cum soon," he warned and he thrust again and started humping her. He kept her upper body pressed against his with one of her tits still squashed in his hand. He held her bikini pants aside with his other hand and he had fingers in the folds of her gash with his cock sliding through them. He had full control of her body and he was pounding her. "Do you want me to pull out?" he gasped. He was
getting close.