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This story is resubmitted as the original was clipped halfway through!
 
                           Faster and Bollocks
 
                                   by
 
                               12Monkeys
 
                               |Prelude|
 
  This is a work of fiction. Is it credible as an actual sequence of
  real-world events? Not bloody likely. The material herein is of a
nature
  unsuitable for those persons not of the age of consent or majority as
  determined by the nation, state, municipality, or other civil
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  unforeseen, consequences.
 
  -- Welcome The Rolling Stones and Celeste
 
  -- Chacun a son gout.
 
  -- by 12Monkeys <twelfth@psynet.net>
 
  
                             |Recitative|
  
          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 Katrina 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.
          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 gripped
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 the sighs of pleasure. She flexed her
lightly
  tanned legs and ground her pelvis against the tongue and lips that
lapped at
  her clit. 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 up 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 hand around his cock. I
pumped
  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 and pulled on a pair
of gym
  shorts as Katrina cooed at her jumpy 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. OK 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 her mons.
          “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 the 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 blow job;
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.
          “OK,” 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 ain’t 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, 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.”
 
  
                                   |Coda|
  
          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.”
          I paused and laughed then fell silent. Sometimes it takes a
bit for
  things to dawn on you.
Faster and Bollocks

                                  by 

                              12Monkeys


                              |Prelude|

This is a work of fiction. Is it credible as an actual sequence of
real-world
events? Not bloody likely. The material herein is of a nature unsuitable
for
those persons not of the age of consent or majority as determined by the
nation, state, municipality, or other civil authority governing the
residence
of the reader.
-- If you are not an adult you are not of the intended readership and
should 
   not be accessing this newsgroup.
-- If you deem the content offensive exercise your right to exit the
window or
   close your browser.
-- As a fictive work written by a male the elements of fantasy herein
may not 
   appeal to the distaff reader; I yield to your judgment.
-- |Fiction|: In reality sexual contact results in serious, often
unforeseen, 
   consequences.
-- Welcome The Rolling Stones and Celeste
-- Chacun a son gout.
-- by 12Monkeys <twelfth@psynet.net>

                           |Recitative|

	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 Katrina 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.
	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 gripped 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 the sighs of pleasure. She flexed her lightly
tanned
legs and ground her pelvis against the tongue and lips that lapped at
her
clit. 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 up 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 hand around his cock. I pumped
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 and pulled on a pair of gym
shorts as Katrina cooed at her jumpy 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. OK 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 her mons.
	“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 the 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 blow job; 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.
	“OK,” 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 ain’t 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, 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.”


                                 |Coda|

	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.”
	I paused and laughed then fell silent. Sometimes it takes a bit for
things to dawn on you.

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