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Faster and Bollocks
by 12Monkeys (twelfth@psynet.net)
***
A snapshot in the life of a typical suburban couple.
(F/M-teen, M/F-teen, oral, anal-play, cheat)
***
Gliding quickly and quietly into the driveway the
roadster came to a smooth stop and I shifted into first
before shutting off the motor and popping open the door.
I called her "the little red rooster" - the car, I mean,
as my wife's a redhead and I don't want any confusion.
The car is painted in a ruby shade that is much redder
than the more orange tones of Katrina's long tresses. I
clicked the door shut and got out of my coat. I wanted
nothing else to do with business today.
Slinging the jacket over my shoulder I walked across the
lush grass of the front lawn and hopped over the short
shrubs bordering the concrete walkway leading to the
steps. The grass was too lush; wasn't Keith supposed to
mow this morning? There was the lawn mower by the
Thorsen's garage next door, so Keith must not yet have
mustered sufficient motivation to chew up some greenery.
The walkway was a waste; I never used it. I tried the
front door before inserting the key, and to my surprise
I could go right in. I was accustomed to using the key
since Trina was obsessed with the horrible suburban
crime stories from tabloid TV. I shut the door and
tossed my jacket over the back of the sofa. I loosened
my tie and thought how wonderful it was to leave so
early on a summer's day. The AC blew a nice breeze from
the vents. It was chilly as it moved over my wet,
clinging white shirt.
I wanted to make all the money I could when I was
Keith's age. How much more convenient could it be to cut
your next door neighbor's yard? Maybe I'd bring it up to
Tom the next time I saw him, but he wasn't in town much.
Cynthia had her hands full with Keith's twin sister
Laurie (I guess they must've really liked "The Partridge
Family"). Laurie had shit for taste in selecting friends
since they inevitably got her into trouble. She was a
beautiful girl, and I caught myself staring at the
Thorsen's backyard pool more than once. Unfortunately my
wife Katrina had caught me a few times too. I wonder if
Katrina ever secretly...
I had been making my way to the kitchen when I heard the
cry from upstairs. I knew as I mounted the stairs that
Trina was fucking someone who, even in a quantum-
holographic universe, wasn't me. They hadn't even
bothered to shut the door to the guest bedroom directly
to the right at the top of the stairs.
I jumped up the stairs and stopped at the open door.
Both were naked and the terry cloth robe heaped on the
floor indicated that Katrina had come from the shower.
The bangs above her closed hazel eyes were dry; I
supposed she had blown her hair dry before answering the
door (at least I guess that was the sequence of events).
She was gripping two posts of the slotted headboard and
the tone of her biceps demonstrated the efficacy of her
gym workouts. My first impulse was to use my workout
results to start hammering away at the body between my
wife's legs, but I hesitated as I watched this figure
whose face was buried in Trina's auburn muff.
From the shoulder length blond hair down the muscled
back to the surprisingly smooth ass the body had an
amazing similarity to a form I had observed very
closely. Even the legs were shapely despite a fine fuzz.
The combination of anger and fascination made a heady
mix, and as Katrina's breasts were squeezed and her
proportionately small nipples were caressed and tweaked
my cock began stiffening.
Trina had seen me by now, but years of experience gave
her the insight to keep silent except for her sighs of
pleasure. She flexed her lightly tanned legs and ground
her pelvis against the tongue and lips that lapped at
her clit, all the while looking at me with hooded eyes.
At last her lover raised up to rest a moment.
Keith was dumbfounded. He managed a stammering
"Mister.." just before I grabbed him by the shoulders
and pulled him off my wife so that he was in a kneeling
position on the bed. His thin, rigid cock stuck straight
out.
"How does my wife taste?" I grunted directly into his
left ear. His lips were wet. I brought his mouth to mine
before he could answer and kissed him hard. I opened my
mouth to surround his and licked at his lips with my
tongue to savor the flavor of Trina. As I did this I
slipped my hand down his sweaty slick chest and abdomen
until I had my fingers around his cock. Then I began to
pump him and sucked at Keith to draw his tongue into my
mouth.
Momentarily he gasped and tensed until my manipulation
and caressing of the sensitive skin of his prick seduced
him into yielding his tongue to my kiss.
I released his mouth so that we could both breathe.
Katrina's arousal at this occurrence was intense. Her
eyes blazed. I offered the cock I was stroking and Trina
stretched out prone to accept it. I guided it into her
mouth and Keith groaned; his mouth gaped open in an oval
as she sucked him. I wondered if Laurie's nipples
resembled Keith's.
The curls touching Katrina's back were damp again from
her perspiration. I let go of Keith and began
undressing.
"C'mon," Trina said. She had moistened Keith's shaft and
rolled back to lie on the pillow. Keith glanced over
where I stood naked and hard. Trina enfolded him in her
legs and took him. He moved reluctantly at first, but
soon was rhythmically pumping up and down. Trina had
just taken my cock in her hand when a loud knocking came
from the front door.
Keith was jolted again.
I opened a drawer to the dresser and pulled on a pair of
gym shorts as Katrina cooed at her jumpy young lover; I
didn't worry about his recovery as I went downstairs. I
did worry about my erection as I positioned myself so
that the spacious shorts wouldn't give me away. I wasn't
eager to answer the door so I filled a glass with ice
and poured in some mountain spring water. No luck. The
knocking returned - and more insistent too.
Laurie stood outside. Her arms were crossed impatiently
and her newest troubled friend Aurora stared away at
something down the street.
"Is Keith here?" Laurie demanded. "Mom wants to know why
he hasn't started cutting your yard yet."
Aurora had become less distracted and observed
disinterestedly. Both were eyeing me, however, because
of my lack of clothing.
"My wife's got Keith doing some work in the house
instead of the yard today. Can I give him a message?"
Man that was lame.
Aurora snickered. She was buxom and made sure to wear a
t-shirt a size too small, but if I were a fashion
consultant I would have advised against both the shirt
and the stretch shorts that emphasized her large thighs
and buttocks. Laurie looked great in her sleeveless
blouse and wide leg jeans. The sandals were a nice
touch.
"I need to talk to him. Okay if we come in?" The pair
pushed past me and I knew I'd better be creative. The
flipping from anger to arousal to anxiety was
disconcerting, and I really wanted to be upstairs. I
shut the door and took a big drink of water.
Aurora flopped down in an armchair and slung her leg
over the arm. How attractive. Laurie was snooping around
the lower floor.
"Well, where is he, John?" Laurie wasted no time in
getting familiar and to the point.
"He's finished and he just left." Saved. Katrina emerged
from the hall in her robe. "I think you ought to
remember your manners."
"Sorry Ka-, Mrs. Peters." Laurie seemed disappointed
that she hadn't stumbled onto some wrongdoing.
"You gotta bathroom?" At this point I guess Aurora felt
the conversation needed a lift.
"John, show Laurie's friend where the master bath is.
The commode downstairs isn't working." What was Trina up
to? That was bullshit.
I led Aurora upstairs, and as I looked back past
Aurora's bounding breasts I saw Trina light into Laurie.
We passed the guest bedroom, and for a moment I got
worried when Laurie's purple-haired friend paused and
peered inside. She grinned at me.
"Did we bust in on something?" she insinuated.
I chuckled.
"The bathroom's in here," I said as we stepped into the
master bedroom. Aurora was very impressed.
"Wow! This is beautiful!" She took in the entire room
and felt the bed. Then she sat her copious bottom on it
and let herself flop backwards. My turn for wow - her
breasts were sizable lying down too. I flipped on the
light in the bath. Aurora lifted her head.
"Oh yeah," she remembered. She came over to the doorway.
"You're a fine looking man Mr... Peters." Aurora was
acting out Mae West (though I doubt she realized); she
stared at my crotch and stuck a finger into the corner
of her mouth as she spoke.
"Thanks." I began to back out into the bedroom. Aurora
moved to the toilet and pulled down her shorts and
panties before I could get out of sight. Her dark brown
hair had been trimmed to cover only the area above her
slit.
"You don't have to go," she said as she sat. I re-
entered and she beckoned me closer. As she started to go
(because she had to) she began to rub me through my gym
shorts.
"Whatta nice... big... bathtub you got in here," she
said as she ran her hand up and down the length of my
shaft.
"Thanks, but I don't think this is a good time for a
soak," I replied. I fought the impulse to yank down my
shorts and hope for a blowjob; well, I fought the
yanking part of the impulse. Aurora finished her pee as
I pondered.
"Kewl! Soap in a bottle instead of a bar. Expensive
too."
"Uh huh."
"Could I use some?"
"Say what?"
"Get a washcloth, run a little warm water, and use a
squirt to clean up," she asked as the head of my cock
began to peek above the elastic waistband. Her hand
motions had begun lowering the shorts.
"Okay," I agreed and wet a washcloth. I had to disengage
from the hand job to accomplish this, but I did as
requested and applied a dollop of amazing liquid soap to
the plush fabric. I proffered the cloth and had my hand
pulled between her thighs.
"That feels great," Aurora sighed and stretched out
"great" for emphasis. I hit the flush lever with my left
hand as I worked up a lather with the right. Our mouths
met and she reached into my shorts. I had to fight off
the urge to come when she began a circular rub with her
thumb placed just below the head. I followed the cleft
and glided the washcloth between the cheeks of Aurora's
ass.
"I'm getting my bath after all," she whispered. "Now
rinse me off."
My heart rate and respiration were hitting the
stratosphere. I ran the water and washed the soap out of
the cloth, then I used the drenched fabric to cleanse
her of soap. I turned to get a towel. I heard Laurie's
friend get up from the loo and by the time I turned back
she had peeled off her shorts and panties and straddled
the toilet. Her ass jutted out and she smiled over her
shoulder at me.
"Aurora, I'm a bastard," I began drying her with the
towel. "When I saw you with Laurie..."
"You thought I was a low life with a big ass in tight
shorts."
"I wouldn't..."
"I'm not stupid, Mr. Peters. Laurie and I thought your
wife was fucking Keith, but you were here when we came
over. So cut the bullshit and kiss my ass since you've
been staring at it."
I did as I was told until I heard the unmistakable sound
of Trina's throat clearing. "Laurie's waiting for you
next door," my wife told Aurora.
She pulled on her clothes and passed Katrina silently on
the way out. I was left kneeling in bulging gym shorts.
"Broadening your outlook?" Trina asked rhetorically.
"I could ask you the same, but I reckon we both know the
answer."
"I was wrong about one thing."
"What's that?" I asked.
"I was sure you'd be sucking her tits, not her ass."
***
The next morning Trina and I were drinking coffee and
reading the paper as usual.
"What's the phase this weekend?" Trina inquired.
"Crescent, just a few days old, in Gemini. You want to
go gazing?"
"Cynthia mentioned the other day that they'd like to go
with us."
"Laurie and Keith?" I faked an innocent mien. Trina
lowered the paper and showed me that naughty grin.
"I think not. And no full moon comments either."
"Do you think Laurie's nipples look a lot like Keith's?"
After I asked this one Katrina snapped the paper up and
hid her face. I sipped some coffee and checked the
markets.
"They don't," she said under her breath.
I paused and laughed then fell silent. Sometimes it
takes a bit for things to dawn on you.
END
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