Catherine and Debbie showered together, during which they decided to refer to Marcus, Spencer, David, Michael, and Jerome as their ‘five guys. 'All were delicious and left them wanting more.

With their bikinis discarded downstairs, they rummaged through Catherine’s extensive wardrobe for something to wear. Something classy, elegant, and see-through.

Debbie chose a sheer white button blouse with only the bottom four buttons done and finished it with a blue/green silk scarf tied around her waist. It was the perfect length, stopping just below her pussy. She finished with her hair in a high ponytail, a white scrunchie, sunglasses, and transparent heeled sandals.

Catherine went in a similar direction, choosing a white cover-up poncho with lace accents, loosely tied in with a braided canvas belt and heeled sandals. Her hair was pulled tight in a low ponytail, and sunglasses were propped on her head.

“You look good enough to eat,” Debbie said proudly.

“You look so good; I want seconds.” Catherine leaned in and kissed Debbie passionately.

“Should we go and see our five guys?” Catherine added.

“Hmmm,” Debbie smiled. "Yes, please!”

Five guys had moved outside to the alfresco, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. All were topless but wearing board shorts, drinks clinking, and helping themselves to a fruit and cheese platter. The stone patio was large and perfectly styled to complement the swimming pool, BBQ, and outdoor dining area. High fences and thick shrubbery ensured privacy.

Catherine and Debbie walked out holding hands. They oozed class and elegance. All five stopped and stared to the point of awkward silence.

“When a lady approaches, a gentleman would stand and offer her a seat,” Debbie said, her voice a mix of command and mockery.

“Chivalry is dead, Debbie.” Catherine mourned, “Sad. Very, very sad.”

Five guys scrambled, falling over themselves to accommodate Catherine and Debbie. Immediately they were seated and their drinks prepared: chilled rosé for Catherine and gin & tonic for Debbie.

They all chatted amongst themselves on all manner of topics. It was all quite cordial. The complete opposite of the debauchery they were engaged in only an hour earlier.

Michael regaled everyone with tales of the Seven Seas and Navy life. David announced he had bought another gym and the issues he faces building it up to profitability, and Jerome expressed concern about the state of the economy and its impact on international trade.

Debbie and Catherine feigned interest, Marcus played with his drink, and Spencer stroked his cock under his shorts. The sexual tension in the air was evident.

Debbie stood.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” she said, “but it is too hot, and that pool is too inviting to ignore any longer.”

With that, she removed the scarf and blouse and, in stripper fashion, turned her back to the five guys, bent over, and removed her sandals, giving all a full view of her hanging breasts, her glistening pussy, and her shining butt plug.

“I agree,” said Catherine.

Debbie bent in front of Catherine, who slapped Debbie’s ass and pulled out her butt plug. Then she licked her fingers and ran them up Debbie’s pussy. Catherine then stood in front of five guys and did a striptease of her own. Debbie cupped Catherine’s breasts in both hands, planted gentle kisses from her neck to her ass, and then pulled out Catherine's butt plug with her teeth.

Both made sure they put on a show, making their movements slow and deliberate. They walked to the pool, each with a hand on the other’s ass. Just as they were about to dive into the water, Debbie turned back to them.

“Less talking, more fucking,” she said, and they both dived serenely into the water.

“Man overboard,” muttered Michael as he removed his shorts. Spencer was already naked and halfway to the pool. Marcus, David, and Jerome are not far behind.

Debbie cajoled Marcus and Spencer into double-teaming her, leaving Michael, David, and Jerome all to Catherine.

“You can do the same to me as you did to her the night of the Harrington takeover,” Debbie told them. “You can even call a pizza guy if you like.”

“You will not,” said Catherine, laughing as she swam past, “not in this neighborhood, thank you.”

They snickered as Catherine climbed out of the pool. Michael was already lying on an inflatable sunbed, his cock semi-rigid. He smiled at her as she approached. David and Jerome were close behind.

“Permission to come aboard, Captain?” asked Catherine as she saluted.

“Permission granted,” said Jerome and returned the salute. “Leave your inhibitions at the door.”

Catherine smiled. “You think I have any to leave behind?”

“Would you like to find out?” asked Michael.

Catherine knelt on the sunbed and began stroking Michael’s cock, quickly engulfing it right down her throat.

“Fuuuck me!” Michael exclaimed, “I have never had anyone do that to me before!”

“It’s very much a trained skill,” Catherine gasped as she removed his monster from her throat. “It comes from a lot of practice.”

“Do that thing you do so well,” Michael moaned, throwing his head back as Catherine swallowed him again.

As she did, Jerome approached from her right, taking her breast in his hand while he started massaging her clit with his right.

“I can feel the heat coming from your sweet pussy, Catherine,” Jerone said lustfully.

“I can’t get enough of my big Black lovers,” she panted. “My fire needs constant stoking.”

“How would you like me to stoke your fire, Catherine?” Jerome whispered in her ear, “Tell me, and it will be done.”

“Stand,” Catherine ordered, “all three of you stand.”

As commanded, Jerome, Michael, and David all stood before Catherine as she knelt on the sunbed. She looked up at them, then down at their rock-hard cocks.

Catherine took David’s cock in her mouth first. Swirling her tongue around the head while stroking it to full hardness with one hand and cupping his balls in the other. She looked up at him and smiled as he threw his head back and moaned with delight.

“Fuck!” David murmured.

Catherine kept this up for a time before opening her throat and taking his full measure.

“Jesus H. Christ!” David yelled. “This is the greatest ever!”

Catherine shone with pride. She loved taking a big fat cock in her throat and loved it even more for the reactions she got. Her pussy tingled, and her nipples got firm.

Michael and Jerome waited patiently. Catherine sensed their frustration, so she reached up and began stroking each of these two monster members. Jerome’s especially was rock hard, even harder than Marcus's. She couldn’t wait for him to fuck her again.

Meanwhile, Debbie was in raptures of her own with Spencer lying on his back, his cock deep in her pussy, and Marcus slamming her ass.

“Now I know what Catherine sees in you, Marcus,” she gasped. “This is the best ass fucking I’ve ever had. Destroy my ass, my big black fucker. Tear up my ass and fill me with your seed.”

The slap, slap, slap of Marcus on Debbie’s ass was the impact of passion.

Debbie filled Spencer’s mouth with her tongue. He not only heard but also felt her moans every time Marcus slammed his cock in her ass. It made him even harder. More determined to fill her womb with his cum.

“Ahhh,” Debbie cried, “Catherine’s a lucky girl. I wish I had three cocks to play with.”

Spencer and Debbie both looked at Catherine, who was now sucking David and Michael’s cocks at the same time; both of them were squeezed in her mouth. While Jerome was seated, his legs were wrapped around Catherine, and he tickled her clit and her asshole at the same time. Soon she arched her back and shuddered and cried out as she was hit by wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.

Marcus was battering Debbie’s ass, sending her into raptures.

“I’m cuuum…" he panted.

Then with one powerful thrust, he pushed his cock deep into Debbie and painted the inside of her ass with stream after stream of his man-seed.

Marcus’ body was convulsing with every shot he fired into Debbie’s ass. Sweat poured off his body like rain, falling on Debbie, who in turn collapsed on Spencer, catching her breath and spinning at the warmth of Marcus’ seed swirling deep inside her. She clenched herself with his cock, slowly surrendering to its girth before slipping out with a trail of cum following.

Spencer now took advantage of the newfound freedom of movement to give Debbie another load. With deftness he rolled Debbie onto her back, his cock still imbedded in her pussy. Debbie instinctively locked her legs around him once she was looking skywards, and soon.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Spencer said, looking deep into her eyes. “Just like the first time, baby, I’m going to destroy that sweet pussy of yours and ruin you for your husband.”

Debbie smiled. “You already have destroyed it for Barry,” she said. “He never did fuck me properly; maybe we should show him how it’s done.”

Spencer slowly withdrew his cock from Debbie’s pussy. “Put it back in, Spence; you belong in me,” she proclaimed, her inner animal coming to the surface. “Fuck me, Spence. Fuck me like a whore, smash my cunt, and fill me with cum.”

Spencer did not break eye contact as he pushed forward, his cock self-guiding into Debbie.

Debbie arched her back and closed her eyes as Spencer filled her again, squeezing her legs together as she felt his balls against her ass.

The fullness of his cock deep inside her made her pussy give her a feeling of being complete. All this time, all these years she spent with Barry. Wasted if she’s cruelly honest. She gave up on her career in healthcare so he could pursue architecture, and she expected to have children by now … another failure on Barry’s part.

When the realization hit home, Debbie decided she needed an outlet. Three different lovers later, Spencer appeared at her desk. Now she was here, next to Catherine’s pool, on her back with Spencer’s cock deep inside.

Catherine was coming down from the throes of her last orgasm. She tried to recall how many she’s had today. Was it five or six? She had no idea other than that, even as this one was subsiding, she wanted another.

Jerome’s cock was rock-hard and stabbing her hip, his legs wrapped around her. She had a cock in her mouth as well. No idea whose it was, but it was hard, wet, and tasted divine. Jerome kissed her cheek, and she smiled and lay against him.

“Do you want to kiss the sky, Jerome?” she asked.

He nodded, and Catherine pushed back on his chest, forcing him to lie down. She reached down and wrapped her lips around his cock before straddling him and impaling herself on his sword.

Catherine threw her head back and released a long ‘ahh’ as Jerome’s cock filled her insides and began rocking her hips, grinding onto Jerome, sucking every inch into herself.

She had her eyes closed when she felt fingers probing her asshole. The intention was obvious, but rather than investigate, she kept them closed. The lack of sight amplified her other senses and her pleasure core. It added mystery, as she had no idea who was about to pierce her sphincter.

As these thoughts spun in her head, another cock kissed her lips. Wet with precum, Catherine quickly swirled her tongue over its head, licking it clean, loving its taste. As mystery cock one was punched into her ass, she sucked mystery cock two into her mouth, and a smile formed on her face. She had finally become 'airtight.'

Spencer was sliding in and out of Debbie in a slow cadence, looking down to see his cock glistening with pussy juices, his balls lightly slapping her ass.

Debbie was in heaven. With her heels on Spencer’s ass, she used leverage to pull him deeper into her. She glowed at the feeling of his cock filling her so deeply.

“Ahh Spence,” Debbie moaned, “fuck me, Spence, fuck me hard, fuck me long, fuck me till I scream and beg for more.”

Marcus had recovered after the ass-pounding he just gave Debbie and re-engaged in the fray, sliding up to Debbie, her head rocking from side to side from Spencer’s plowing. Marcus grabbed the base of his cock and pointed the head to Debbie’s cheek, and as soon as there was contact, she opened her mouth and swallowed him with the hunger of a lioness.

Debbie returned to Marcus’s cock, which was almost at full hardness. Spencer had hit top gear and was planking Debbie, slamming his cock into her pussy like it was a gym workout.

Slap, slap, slap, as the din of flesh on flesh filled the air. Sweat was pouring off Spencer, and Debbie could feel the heat within bubbling to the surface.

“Fuck me, Spence, don’t stop. I’m nearly there, fuuuck!” Debbie screamed.

Almost in unison, Spencer slammed into Debbie and shot stream after stream of hot, sweet cum deep into her womb. As he did this, she clamped down on Spencer with her legs in a pincer hold, and her dam broke as she was hit with wave after wave after convulsion after spasm, bucking, moaning, and groaning through another momentous orgasm. The cherry on this sundae was Marcus emptying his balls down Debbie’s throat.

Debbie lay there in peaceful, sensual bliss. Marcus’ cum in her ass and down her throat. Spencer’s load is painting the inside of her womb.

“Dear god almighty,” Debbie moaned, “I love being fucked properly, and I love being filled with cum.”

“Do you know what that makes you?” Spencer asked.

Debbie remained silent.

“It makes you a woman,” Spencer said, “a woman with needs and wants and the desire to go out and get it.”

Debbie smiled and cozied up to Spencer, throwing her leg over his and resting her head on his chest. Marcus spooned Debbie, and she felt happier than ever.

Catherine was reveling in her new sexual escapade. Another one ticked off her list.

If she was honest, she was apprehensive the night of the takeover when Spencer and Marcus double penetrated her, but actually, it was only natural. They had both fucked her ass and pussy, so why not do it at the same time?

The natural progression from that was a third cock in her mouth. Now she had that too, and she couldn’t be happier.

She was, however, finding it hard to get into rhythm with Jerome and David, so she simply stopped and remained still as they did all the work while she concentrated on servicing Michael’s cock.

She felt David pick up the pace. Catherine believed he was going to fill her ass soon, but she was hoping David and Jerome would fill her simultaneously.

Michael wasn’t far off either. His breath was shortening, and his balls were slowly retreating upwards.

Taking Catherine by surprise, it was Jerome that blew first. He grunted, grabbed her hips, and lifted Catherine off the sunbed as she felt stream after stream slam into her from Jerome’s mighty cock. The warm feeling that was filling her had triggered her pleasure core, which was now building up to another orgasm.

Michael then grunted and shot his first stream down Catherine's throat, then two, three, and four into her mouth. The trailing few were on her face and breasts. Catherine savored the taste, a mix of sweet and salty, then let it dribble out of her mouth onto her ample breasts. She rubbed his cum into her breasts, belly, neck, and face, swallowing everything that remained in her mouth. The smile on her face was irremovable.

David was by this time slamming into Catherine’s ass much like Marcus had done to Debbie. Jerome’s cock was still in her, but she had leant further forward to give David a better angle. Catherine was lost in euphoria with David slamming into her, Jerome’s cum in her belly, and Michael’s cum down her throat and spread all over her body.

Unable to hold back, Catherine began bucking and convulsing as she spasmed through another mind-blowing orgasm. The convulsions were working her abs hard, her pussy was squeezing Jerome, and her ass was clamping down on David’s phallus.

“Arrggghhh!” cried David. “I’m cuuumm…”

David shot into Catherine’s ass. Hot sticky cum spurting deep into her shame cave with force. She felt every stream hit her insides. The warm sensation adding to her euphoria.

“Damn,” Catherine panted, “you shot quite the load in me then, my lover. I felt every pulse hit my insides. I am such a happy, happy girl.”

David extracted himself from Catherine and collapsed next to Jerome on the sunbed. Catherine lay on top of both, and Michael sat nearby, gently rubbing Catherine’s back. 

~oOo~ 

A thousand miles away, Phillip closed his laptop, reached for his phone, and made a call.

“Yes, I agree,” said the person on the other end. "There can be no return. No going back.”

His mind was racing with events, but he maintained a calm exterior. He continued the conversation.

“I will be back on Thursday morning. We’ll have a face-to-face and decide the next step.”

Phillip ended the call moments later. Placed his phone on the desk. He sat in his suite. Deep in thought, he considered what to do next.

Phillip opened his laptop, the screen coming to life. He then picked up his phone and dialed Catherine’s number.

No answer.

He dialed it again. Again, no answer.

Phillip watched the screen. Catherine entered the frame from the right of screen, picked up her phone from the kitchen counter, and looked at the screen. Just then Marcus appeared behind her. He hugged Catherine from behind, and they had a short conversation. Catherine then leaned forward and put her elbows on the kitchen counter. Marcus entered her from behind, and she threw her head back in delight. Then she dialed Phillip’s number.

Phillip’s phone burst into life. He answered after four rings.

“Hello darling,” Phillip said joyfully.

“Hi,” Catherine replied happily. “Sorry I missed your call; I was in the other room. How’s the conference?”

“The conference is ok,” Phillip said. “I’m not scheduled to speak until Monday afternoon, so I’m just relaxing.”

Phillip looked at the screen. Marcus was fucking Catherine from behind while Debbie had slipped beneath her, tickling her pussy and sucking on her breasts.

“What are you doing?” Phillip asked.

“Not a great deal,” she replied, but Phillip detected shortness in her breath.

“Are you ok?” Phillip asked.

“Yes, of course,” she replied quickly. “Why do you ask?”

“You sound a little out of breath.”

“Oh,” Catherine replied, “I was on the exercise bike. That’s why I missed your call.”

Phillip chuckled, “But you’re perfect, Catherine. "You don’t need to change a thing!”

“You’re such a darling, Phillip,” Catherine replied, “but I’m not that perfect.”

“I think you are," Phillip said. “I’ll let you get back to your exercise. Love you.”

“I love you too, Phillip,” Catherine said as she ended the call.

Phillip returned to the screen. Now Debbie was sitting on her kitchen counter, Catherine was licking her pussy, and Marcus was slamming her from behind.

“The hell you love me,” Phillip muttered to himself aloud.

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