white one because she felt like wearing white today. Then she slipped off her bra and checked her boobs in the mirror with the tank top, and she tossed it and picked a white one of those too. Her nipples were almost visible through that and she considered wearing it next time she went for a walk on the pier with all the old fishermen.
She waited until her dad was busy and snuck out so he didn't see her top, and she turned up the road in the direction the guys had told her. They appeared from nowhere as soon as she was out of sight of the house.
"Hi," Tod grinned and Paulo just smiled at her.
"Hello," Catherine said sweetly. "Sorry I'm late."
"That's okay," they both said, still smiling. "We've been cleaning the house," Paulo added. "It was pretty clean already though."
"Are you sure it's all right for us to go there?" Catherine asked. "Won't we be trespassing?"
"I guess, but no one cares around here," Tod informed. "Sergeant Pratt doesn't even care when there's parties and we're only going to be quiet and not make a mess or anything."
It was only a short walk until they reached a clearing in the forest. "There it is," Tod said. It was just a small timber cottage nestled at the base of a rocky ledge. "The swimming hole's up there," he added. "I checked it out and it's full and not too cold."
Catherine was ushered into the house and shown an empty kitchen, laundry and living room. "The mattress is in here," Tod said and he took her hand and led her to a hallway and to the first door that was to a small bedroom. "We thought it would be better in here so we can have turns bringing you in one at a time."
"Oh," Catherine uttered through her blush.
"Is that okay?" Tod went on. "Did you like it yesterday when we all had you or is it better like this?"
"No, one at a time sounds nice," Catherine replied softly.
"Okay - so I'm going first," Tod said to Paulo and he saw him out of the room and closed the door.
It was happening faster than Catherine had imagined but that was okay. She stood wringing her hands while Tod took his shirt off. She didn't know whether to undress herself or let him do it.
"I've been thinking about this all morning," he grinned and he stepped close and kissed her. "Your tits look good with this," he added, looking down at her top. Then he felt her, squeezing both breasts and then lifting her top up over them before giving them another squeeze bare. He then kissed her again and felt up under the front of her skirt.
He rubbed her pussy and she caught a breath and held it. Then he reached his other hand under there as well and he pulled her panties down.
She stepped out of them and out of her sandals too. Then he turned her around to face the mattress. "Just kneel on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind again," he said.
Catherine did as she was told. She knelt on the mattress and leant over onto her hands. He got on his knees behind her with his pants down and his penis standing directly upright. He took a bottle of baby oil from a bag there against the wall and poured some into his hand. "I brought this to make it easier," he grinned and he applied it to his penis, lathering it all over. He then lifted Catherine's skirt up over her hips and edged in closer behind her.
"Just gently at first," she said to him. "Just put it in slowly, okay?"
"Okay," he answered her and he levered his cock down and pressed the head against her pussy lips.
It slipped in. "It goes in easy with the oil," he said.
"Uh huh," Catherine uttered, and she rested back against him as he slowly inserted it all the way in. Then he withdrew and then sunk it in again, pressing firmly up behind and grinding against her. "It's okay now," she said back over her shoulder. "You can do it harder."
He lowered over her back resting on his hands and knees like she was. His knees were between hers though and she lowered to her elbows so he would have a better angle to penetrate her. He started rolling his hips and humping her
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