Keeping up with the Joneses Ch. 04

Unfazed by the wantonly incestuous display happening to his left, he launched into another story. "Did I ever tell you about the time we rebuilt a Volkswagen Beetle in our CO's office?"

Cat laughed, releasing my swollen shaft and getting to her feet. "What?"

"I've heard this one," I chuckled. "It's a good one."

"Well, we were training on base and a bunch of us pitched in to buy an old Beetle," began the big man. As he spoke, Cat moved in front of me, spreading her legs on either side of my knees. I could still see my and Peter's combined seed smeared between her cheeks, around her wrinkled anus. I revelled in the casual way we were getting ready to fuck right in front of our neighbour and my erection stood tall and proud.

"So we got this old car to share so we could make trips into town when we had some R&R," continued Peter, unfazed as Catherine mounted her brother right next to him. "Old thing was a real piece of crap though. Must have been the oldest Beetle in Germany. Probably built by the Nazis."

Catherine sat down and I sighed in pleasure as I felt Catherine's wet heat engulf my ravening member. "No shit," said Cat easily as her asshole devoured my cock. "So what happened?"

Peter got up and pulled three beers from the plastic loops that held them. He cracked two open for us and handed them over as Catherine began gyrating her hips on my lap. Opening one for himself, he walked over to the barbeque and began laying burgers on the hot grill.

"So the old beast didn't last a week before it stopped working," he said as he closed the lid of the barbeque and turned to face us, sipping on his lager. "We tried fixing it, but nothing worked and we were all ready to give up on it, figuring we'd wasted our dough, but this guy, Eddie, says he has a plan."

Cat interrupted him. "You want a quick blowjob?" she offered. "While the burgers cook?"

"Thanks sweetie, but this old man needs a breather," said Peter. "You kids go ahead though. Anyhow, where was I?"

"Eddie had a plan," I supplied helpfully, reaching around Cat's ribs to grab a heavy boob and give it a squeeze as she bounced gently on my entombed fuckstick.

"Right, so Eddie has this plan and tells us to push the car into the mechanic's hangar. Now, the CO had some leave coming up and heads into Bonn for a weekend. It took us a day to take apart the whole thing and another day to move it piece by piece and reassemble it in his office," continued Peter while he opened the grill and flipped the burgers over. At this point, Cat stood up and sauntered over to the railing beside the barbeque, leaning her elbows on it and beckoning me over with a shake of her head after taking another sip of her beer. With a shrug, I walked over to her, my beer in one hand, cum-coated cock leading the way. Thoroughly enjoying this casual, exhibitionist fuck, I parked my shaft back in her offered asshole.

Peter glanced over at us. "You guys want cheese on your burgers?"

"Sounds perfect," I said, beginning to pump my hips. "Thanks."

"Not for me, thanks" said Cat as I made use of her ass.

Peter returned to his leisurely slouch against the railing beside us as we fucked. "So we've got the old beater rebuilt inside the office, but here's the kicker; before we leave, Eddie decides to turn it on."

"It worked, didn't it?" Cat asked, her tits and asscheeks jiggling and shaking under the slapping impact of my thrusts.

"Yep. Engine fired up like it was brand new. We couldn't believe it. But the chief's getting back that evening so there's nothing we could do and we all went back to barracks. Anyway, that night we're all lights out and trying to sleep when suddenly the door blasts open and in comes the boss, face a crazy shade of purple," said Peter, opening up the barbeque to slap some cheese on two of the sizzling burgers. "You guys'll want to finish up there - food's almost ready."

Needing no further urging, I took a sip of my beer and placed it on the railing. With both hands now free, I took a firm grip of my sister's ass and went to town, pounding her fast and hard. Raising his voice slightly to be heard over the frantic smacking sound of my skin slapping against Cat's buttcheeks, Peter continued his tale.

"Now of course nobody said anything when the CO goes into conniptions trying to get us to tell him who did it. We all thought he was going have a heart attack, to be honest, but we keep our mouths shut. So the whole unit gets all leave revoked and no passes for a month. Totally worth it, though," said Peter, chuckling a little as he spoke and idly watching me vigorously mating with my sister. "But here's the best part - almost a year later I'm at this function that some local airforce types are having. The boss is there too, and when I'm heading over to the bar, I hear him chatting with his local opposite number. They're both laughing their asses off and I can just hear him say 'the little shits put a damn car in my office, no idea how they did it' like he's a proud father."

"Ha!" snorted Cat. "Sounds -uh- like -uh- he -uh- was -uh- a -uh- good -uh- guy -uh- after -uh- all."

I was too busy to comment, plundering my sister's butt with deep, fast thrusts. I could feel my balls churning with cum as they slapped against her. Sighing with pleasure, I came, gripping her asscheeks tightly and splattering my jism into her welcoming bum. Feeling incredibly sated, I gave her gorgeous round ass a friendly slap and pulled out. A small stream of my seed oozed scandalously from her sphincter to drip onto the deck.

"Yep," said Peter, scooping the burgers up and depositing them on a plate. "Best CO I ever had. You guys ready to eat?"

"I'm starving," I said, casting an admiring look at my sister's cum-smeared asshole.

After we had eaten, Pete asked if I would help him finish the railings on the deck. Cat excused herself, saying she had some errands to run and a gallon of jizz to push out of her ass, leaving me and him to retrieve his tools from the garage and get to work. As the afternoon wound down, we'd managed to accomplish a significant amount of work and I was feeling beat. Another dip in the pool seemed like a fantastic idea. We said our goodbyes and I ambled back home. Feeling a bit brash, I decided not to bother with retrieving my swimming trunks and simply stripped off and slipped into the cool water. I drifted blissfully for a while before climbing out and lying back on a lounger to let the last rays of the sun dry me off.

The day's activities must have worn me out more than I thought and I was awoken from a nap I didn't even realise I'd taken by my mom's voice. "I brought back some sushi, if you're hungry," she said. I blinked my eyes open to see her bent over next to me, clipping a couple of damaged branches off one of the rose bushes that lined the flower bed next to the pool. "It's in the fridge."

"Er, sorry!" I yelped, sitting up and trying to cover myself with my hands. "I must have fallen asleep!"

Mom chuckled. "Don't worry about it, hon," she soothed. "As long as you're not scandalizing the neighbours, I don't care what you're wearing. Where's Catherine?"

Thinking sheepishly of the day's earlier, scandalous activities, I grinned to myself. "She said she had some stuff to do," I explained. "She took dad's car. You get those grant applications off?"

"Yes, thanks," replied mom, giving the rosebush a few more snips with her pruning shears. "Come on, let's eat."

Cat got home just as mom and I were cleaning up the remnants of our dinner. After such a busy dayI was feeling rather worn out and left her and mom chatting at the kitchen table while I luxuriated under a warm shower. Cleansing complete, I plonked down on my bed and grabbed the novel I was reading from my bedside table, absorbing myself in it until I drifted off into a contented slumber.

*****

The insistent beeping of my phone awoke me the next morning, letting me know I had a message waiting. I stretched lazily under the duvet before rolling out of bed and picking up the chirping device - there was a message waiting from Mia offering me lunch in exchange for a bit more 'help'. I looked out the window at the bright, sunny day and smiled, thinking about how much of a lucky bastard I was. As I basked in my good fortune, I noticed the driveway was empty - Cat must have borrowed the beemer and I had no idea when she'd be back that day.

-Sorry Mrs. B,- I texted back, my smile fading. -No car today.-

I was pouring myself a cup of coffee when her response arrived. -I can come pick you up.-

By the time her car pulled into the driveway a half hour later, I was grinning once more, anticipating the fun that awaited me. As I walked down the front path, Mia stepped out of the blue station-wagon and dazzled me with her warm smile. She was wearing a short, violet sundress that clung tantalizingly to her toned curves and had her hair back in a ponytail. The woman looked stunning.

"Hi Mrs Bragg!" I greeted her. Under my shorts, my ever-hungry dick throbbed its own greeting, thickening in anticipation.

"Hey yourself, Alex," she replied, giving me a quick hug. I could feel her large, firm breasts press against my chest and my nose filled with the spicy scent of her perfume. Down below, my shaft grew heavy and hard and began to push against the inside of my shorts zipper. I wondered if it had been a good idea to skip out on wearing boxers.

"You feel like driving?" she asked as we broke off our hug. "This damn buttplug makes it a bit tricky to concentrate on the road."

At her forthright language, my cock sprung to full attention. Despite my concern the effect my rampant erection would have on my own driving, I said I would drive and got behind the wheel while Mia climbed in the passenger seat.

"So, to your place?" I asked once she was seated.

"Not yet, hon," she responded. "Got a couple of stops to make first. Can you head over to the garden centre on the northside of town?"

"Right-o," I said, reversing out of the drive.

Mia and I chatted easily as I drove us through town. We were both watching a fantasy television series that was currently very popular. I had read the books the series was based on, while she had not, and she happily grilled me on theories and plot details while we drove. As keen as I was to nerd out about the show, Mia's delicate scent and the way she would squirm occasionally in her seat (reminding me of the large sex-toy nestled in her ass) kept my excited prick rock-hard and straining at my shorts and I had to struggle to keep focused on the road.

"You alright?" asked Mia, noticing my distracted response to one of her questions about a minor character.

"Uh, yeah, doing great," I mumbled, trying to keep my eyes on the road instead of the interesting things the seatbelt was doing to the front of her sundress.

"Hmmm," she sighed, "I can see something else is doing just fine as well."

It took a lot of willpower to prevent my foot from stamping on the gas pedal when I felt her hand on my thigh, her fingers tracing the outline of my swollen shaft under the material of my shorts. "Oh damn," I groaned. "Are you trying to make me crash?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Alex," she said, her voice dripping false innocence. "Did you want me to take my hand away?"

"I, uh, no."

Mia laughed wickedly and continued stroking my thigh while launching into another theory about the show she had read online. I bit my lip hard and clenched the steering wheel as my cock throbbed blissfully under her caresses. Somehow, I managed to get us to the store in one piece.

The parking lot was all but empty. Apparently not many people visited the garden centre on a friday morning. I pulled into a spot near the entrance and let out a heavy sigh as I pulled up the parking brake.

"Did you, uh, want me to wait here?" I asked, thinking about the pants-tearing state of my boner.

"Don't be silly," said Mia, opening her door and getting out of the vehicle. "Come on."

Thankfully, the cashier didn't even look up as we walked into the warehouse-sized establishment. Nevertheless, I followed Mia closely, trying to use her as a shield for my embarrassingly prominent pants-tent. Mia chuckled at the way I was tailing her, clearly seeing through my attempt at subtlety, and led me through the largely deserted store until we were in a section of tall shelves lined with all sorts of different guttering options. She pulled a small sheet of paper with some dimensions written on it from her handbag and began scanning the available products.

Standing behind her, I let my gaze rove her lush form, hungrily taking in the round curve of her buttocks and the gentle slope of her waist. Having been kept on edge for the entirety of the drive, my cock decided to mutiny against the last remnants of control my brain was exerting over my body and, before I knew what I was doing, I felt the warm, heavy sensation of Mrs Bragg's ass in my hand. I squeezed the ample, firm flesh, digging my fingers into it and feeling the hard base of her buttplug against my pinky fingertip as I probed it into her buttcrack.

"Well, hello," murmured Mia, looking over her shoulder at me as I wantonly groped her buttocks.

Unfazed by my lecherous conduct, the dark skinned beauty turned back to her perusal of the shelves. When she stretched herself up on tiptoes to look at a higher placed item, I gave a quick glance around to confirm our privacy and then reached around her with my other hand to seize her left tit. Squeezing it with the same lusty intensity with which I was manhandling her ass, I marvelled at the ripe weight of her breast and the diamond hard state of the nipple that capped it. She wasn't wearing a bra and the lack of protective undergarments granted me the opportunity to tease and tweak the hard nub easily through the thin cloth of her dress.

"Mmm, you're making me quite wet, Alex," breathed Mia as I mauled her ass and tits. I heard a rustle as she slid the paper back into her hanging handbag and felt her hand fumble against my fly until she found her objective and unzipped my shorts. At any moment, another customer or salesperson could have walked into our aisle, but, as her fingers wrapped around my shaft and pulled it out of my shorts, I couldn't give a damn.

"Just a quick taste, okay?" said Mia, looking over her shoulder at me, eyelids heavy with lust. I felt her release my engorged phallus and hike her skirt up under my groping hand. I looked down to see she was wearing a tiny black thong and watched as she slid the thin string that ran along her asscrack to one side. Her large anal plug was sandwiched obscenely between her round, brown buttcheeks. "Go on, stuff it in my pussy."

I grunted my acquiescence, releasing her tit to grab my swollen tool and feed it into her cunt. She was soaking wet. Her pussy lips were slick and slippery against my tumescent cockhead and I slid into her velvety, warm depths easily. With my needy fuck-stick now properly seated in her twat, I moved my hands back to her bountiful titties and resumed my debased groping as I began to steadily pump my hips. I tried to be cool, to maintain control, but, overcome with a burning desire to rut, I couldn't stop myself from gripping her heaving breasts roughly and pulling her back until the smooth, dark skin of her buttocks pressed against me. I could feel the bulk of her buttplug pressing against my engorged dick as I shunted it up into her welcoming twat. The sensation was incredible. The danger of being discovered sent a thrill through me and my cock pulsed with pleasure.

Mia must have felt my building excitement, for she only let me give her a few lusty thrusts before she pulled herself slowly off my entombed cock. "Sorry babe, no cumming yet," she explained. "We've still got a couple more errands to run."

"Awww," I groaned as my dick was exposed to the cool air conditioning.

Mia slid her thong back into place and shimmied her dress down over her hips once more. "Awww, poor Alex," she said, giving me a smile. "Don't worry kiddo, I think you'll like where we're going next."

With that, she pointed at a shelf full of gutter extensions. "You think you can carry six of those up to the front for me?"