MOWING THE LAWN

I have always hated grooming my yard. It's what sets me 
apart from everyone else in my neighborhood. I tell them 
it's because I want a "natural" look, but the real 
reason is that I just don't see the point. Why should I 
shell out a few hundred bucks for a machine that will 
chop off my toes, annoy my neighbors, and spew more 
toxic fumes into the air than the tailpipe of a car?

Of course, I couldn't hold out forever with this 
mentality. I may not have cared about the yard, or the 
general neighborhood's disapproval, but Sheila did and I 
ended up getting a lawnmower. Not an expensive one.

That was my rebellion. I got an old bargain machine at a 
yard sale for 40 bucks. Sheila laughed when she saw it, 
and asked if I was still concerned about safety, noise, 
and pollution. No matter. I had bought this thing so 
that I could make it fail.

And fail it did. The first time I mowed the lawn, the 
engine conked out three times from being shoved through 
the tall grass. Thereafter, I always made it a point to 
wait until the grass was tall before mowing again, so as 
to put more of a strain on the engine. I also got the 
idea of intentionally running over sticks and small 
stones, but this idea was reconsidered when a small 
piece of wood got spewed out of the motor onto my shin, 
making a gash three inches long and plenty deep. And 
when I got the bandage on, Sheila still made me go out 
and finish the lawn.

I didn't have to wait long for my plan to take effect. 
Barely a month after its purchase, the lawnmower died 
for good. I was shoving it through a large thatch of 
grass when it suddenly lost power and began to spew out 
plumes of oily blue smoke. I shut it off and put it back 
in the garage, then went in the house and told Sheila 
that it had broken.

From then on, whenever Sheila would remind me that the 
lawn needed mowing, I would be able to say, "I can't, 
honey, the lawnmower's still broken." Then I would go 
back to reading the paper, or watching the game, or just 
unwinding on the porch. 

Sheila would remind me that the mower had been broken 
for XXXXX days, and that we would need to get it fixed, 
and I would say either 1.) "Honey, I'm too busy this 
weekend to take it in to the shop," 2.) "Honey, it's 
probably going to cost a lot to fix, and we don't have 
the money for that right now," or 3.) "Honey, I called 
the shop. They said I can't bring it in this weekend, 
because they're too busy right now."

My plan was brilliant, except for one factor I hadn't 
foreseen: Two weeks after our mower broke, Sheila got 
the idea of asking one of our neighbors, the Fredericks, 
to lend us their machine. By this time, our grass was a 
good four inches high, and they were glad to be of 
assistance, just to see our yard assimilated back to the 
two-inch neighborhood standard. 

Once again, I trudged over the yard, pushing the damn 
mower, and missing the first quarter of the Niners game. 
At least our neighbors' mower had a bag, so I didn't 
have to rake clippings.

I suppose I could have gotten around the problem by 
breaking this mower as well, but my conscience kept me 
from destroying the property of others in pursuit of my 
own laziness. So I treated it nicely and pushed it back 
to driveway outside the Fredericks' house.

When I rang the bell, the door was answered by Katie, 
our neighbors' daughter. Katie was seventeen year old 
junior in high school. She was on the track team, and 
the Fredericks had invited Sheila and I to come watch 
her meets many times. She was a very fast runner. 

Today she was dressed in baggy sweatpants and a big old 
T-shirt, but I had seen her run enough times to know 
that the pants hid a fantastic pair of strong, tan legs, 
and that the breasts beneath the shirt were both large 
and firm. Judging from the way I could see them move, I 
guessed that Katie wasn't wearing a bra this morning.

"Hi, Mr. Grabel!" She said, leaning against the 
doorframe. "Are you here to return the mower?"

"Yes," I answered, somewhat out of breath. The worst 
thing about mowing my yard is that since I don't do it 
very often, the tall grass makes pushing the lawnmower 
that much harder. It's a vicious circle, really. 

Katie saw my worn-out state and said, "You look 
exhausted. Do you want some lemonade?" 

I agreed readily, and she let me into the house. I stood 
in the foyer, afraid to move lest I drip sweat on 
anything, but Katie beckoned me to follow her into the 
kitchen in the back of the house. When I came into the 
kitchen, I found a chair that didn't look too fancy and 
sat down as she poured me a large glass of lemonade.

I accepted the drink gratefully, and took a long sip as 
she put the jug back in the fridge. I admired her butt 
through the sweatpants as she bent over to put away the 
lemonade. I knew I shouldn't have looked, but how could 
anyone not look at a butt as fine as hers? I was able to 
pull my eyes away by the time she stood up and closed 
the door.

"Thanks for the drink," I said. "When you get as old as 
me, doing these types of things can really get you 
exhausted." 

Katie laughed when she heard this. "I can't believe 
that, Mr. Grabel. How old are you, 28?" 

"36," I replied, "but thanks. And call me Brad. Calling 
me Mr. Grabel makes me feel even older."

"OK," she said, cocking her head to the side a little. 
"It's not so bad to seem older, Mr. G-- I mean Brad. I 
don't see any problem with that at all." 

I was a little confused. What did she mean by that? 
"Well, maybe you don't have any problem with it, but I 
do. There's a lot of things that I could do in high 
school that I can't do anymore."

"Like what?" She said.

"Well..." I started, but stopped for a second to think. 
I *did* have some examples, but most of them were things 
you weren't supposed to talk about with your neighbor's 
teenage daughter. "Well, I was able to mow the lawn and 
not get this tired. And my lawn back then was bigger 
than my lawn now."

Katie was not impressed. "So? Maybe you just need to do 
it more often. I mow our lawn every week. It keeps me in 
shape. See?" She pulled up the bottom of her T-shirt and 
invited me to look at her midriff. I did. It was very 
flat, and very tan. I could see a slight tan line just 
above where her sweatpants met her waist.

"That's true," I said, "but you also do some running, so 
you have an excuse to stay in shape. Why should I stay 
in shape? I'm supposed to be settled down now." Katie 
looked at my body appraisingly. "Mrs. Grabel doesn't 
mind if you're out of shape?"

That stuck. "Of course she doesn't!" I said it a little 
too quickly. Sheila *had* been inviting me to come to 
the gym with her lately, but if mowing the lawn was 
pointless, then paying $20 a month to walk on a 
treadmill is just stupid. I knew Sheila was going to win 
on that one anyway: Ever since she had started working 
out again, she had become more active in bed. I would 
have to start going with her just so I could keep up 
with her afterwards.

Katie shrugged her shoulders. "If I was married to a 
guy, I'd make sure that we were always fit. I hate guys 
that are out of shape. They get so out of breath. Oh, 
sorry Mr.-- Oops, I mean, sorry Brad."

"None taken," I said, lying just a little bit. "Do you 
make sure your boyfriend doesn't stay in shape?" 

I assumed he would be just as much as a jock as she was. 
But instead of answering me, she looked away slightly, 
and shook her head. "I don't have a boyfriend."

This confused me. "Why not? You're gorgeous. Any guy 
would want you." I was definitely on the wrong track, 
because as soon as the words were out of my mouth, tears 
welled up in her eyes and she ran out of the kitchen. I 
followed her, instantly sorry of whatever I had done. 
Katie was a genuinely nice girl, and I didn't want to 
just leave her with her feelings hurt.

I looked around the house for her, and stopped by the 
closed door to her room. Listening closely, I could hear 
the faint sounds of crying coming from within. I knocked 
gently.

"Katie?" I called. The crying stopped for a second, and 
I could hear a couple of sniffs, but she didn't answer. 
"Katie? Is it all right if I come in?" 

There was still no answer from inside the room. I didn't 
want to burst in on her, but I didn't want to just leave 
her in her condition, either. 

"Katie," I said, "I'm going to come in now, and just 
tell me to go away if you don't want that." I gave her a 
good five seconds to reply, then I gently opened the 
door.

Katie was slouched on the bed, looking away from me. She 
gave a loud sniffle as I walked towards her. "Katie," I 
said, "why don't you tell me what's going on? I didn't 
mean to hurt your feelings."

"It's not your fault, Mr. Grabel," she said to the wall, 
"it's just that there aren't any boys that want me." 

I was dumbfounded. Katie was gorgeous, with long legs 
and arms and a long thing face that still managed to be 
cute. She still had the awkwardness of a seventeen year-
old, but she was a lot better looking than any girl I 
remembered going to school with. I decided I needed to 
impress upon her how pretty she was.

"Katie, I just don't see how that could be true. You're 
young, you're in great shape, you've got a great 
body..."

"What's so great about my body?" She asked softly. Uh 
oh. I stammered for a few seconds before I decided that 
it was best to be honest with her.

"Well, Katie, you've got great legs. You're a runner, so 
that's just natural. All runners have great legs. But 
your upper body is really nice too. You've got a nice 
tan, and your arms look like they're really strong." 

I held out my hand towards her upper arm, "May I?" 

Katie allowed me to test her biceps, and I continued as 
I stroked and massaged her arm. "You've got strong arms, 
Katie, and that's really attractive, you know."

She shook her head and shifted her gaze from the wall on 
the other side of her to the window in front of her. 
"Boys don't like that. All the boys on track are going 
out with soft girls."

"That can't be true. None of your girlfriends on track 
have boyfriends that work out?" She stopped and thought 
for a second. "OK, so some of the guys like track girls, 
but they've already got girlfriends. The rest of them 
don't like girls like me."

"Well, what about other boys?" I countered. I had moved 
down her arm, and was now massaging her hand in my own. 
She gave my hand a little squeeze and said, "I don't 
know any other boys."

"Sure you do," I countered, "What about boys in your 
classes? Aren't there any that seem interesting?" Done 
with massaging her hand, I gently tried to pull my hand 
away, but she held me fast and shook her head, looking 
at the floor. "They're all jerks. They never talk to 
me."

I pulled my hand from her grasp and began to rub her 
shoulder. "That's because they're afraid of you, Katie." 
She looked at me in terror. "They are?" "No! No! I 
didn't mean it that way. I mean they're afraid to talk 
to you. They all think you're too pretty, and aren't 
interested in them." "How do you know that, Mr. Grabel?" 
She stared at the floor.

I paused a second, hesitant to proceed, then said, 
"Because that's the way I was in high school, and I know 
I would have been terrified to talk to you." "Why?" 
"Because you're gorgeous! If you ignored me, I would 
have been crushed. It was a lot easier to talk about how 
cool it *would* be to talk to you with my friends."

Katie smiled slightly, a definite plus. "Do you really 
think I'm pretty, Mr. Grabel?"

"Yes," I said, "and call me Brad." 

"Thank you, Brad," she said, and leaned over to give me 
a kiss. It was a very chaste kiss, just a quick smack on 
my lips, but I was very quickly becoming hard. I felt it 
was time to leave and began to get up, but Katie grabbed 
my arm. "Could you stay with me a little while longer, 
Brad? I really like talking to you." 

If only she knew how much I liked talking with her. Her 
grip on my arm was light and warm, but it was also firm, 
and I sat back down, slouching a little bit to hide the 
growing bulge in my pants.

"Brad," she said, "if boys are so afraid of me, then how 
can I get them to talk to me?" 

I thought for a second. "How about going up and talking 
to one of them? You know? Just pick out a guy you think 
is really cute, or really nice, and go up and talk to 
him about something." 

"Like what?" 

"I don't know, like classes. You can talk to him about 
classes, can't you? And just go from there. And if 
you're really daring, you can ask him out."

"No way!" Katie giggled, making her breasts quiver. "I 
can't do that!" 

"Sure you can," I said. My erection was now beginning to 
cause problems. "It's just like when you kissed me a 
minute ago. Just do it."

"Okay," Katie said, and she leaned forward and kissed me 
on the mouth again. I had meant that she should just ask 
the boy out, but I didn't mind the way she interpreted 
me. This kiss was longer and slightly harder, and I 
could taste her lips as they met mine. Katie drew back 
and looked at me with an odd expression on her face.

"Brad?" 

"Yes, Katie?" 

"Do I kiss okay?" 

Now I was in deep water. "Yes, I think so. It was a 
little intimate for a friendly kiss, but it was very 
nice." 

She pouted a little. "I know how to give friendly 
kisses. Could..." she stopped, and let the silence hang 
in the air. 

"Yes, Katie?" I prompted her.

In a small voice, she said, "Could you show me how to 
make out?" I should have left the room right then, but I 
couldn't. Katie was staring at me, her eyes wide, and it 
looked like she was about to break down and cry if I 
said anything other than "yes."

"Yes," I said. "What would you like to know?"

"Well," Katie bit her lower lip. "How do you kiss when 
you make out? I made out with a boy once, and he said I 
kissed funny."

I thought about that. "Well, what did you do, Katie?" 

"Here, I'll show you." 

She leaned towards me, puckered her lips, and placed 
them right on mine. And held them there. I tried moving 
my lips around to return the kiss, but she held her 
position. I gently pulled my head away.

"Well, Katie, I think one thing is that you need to 
relax your lips more. Just a little bit. Keep them 
thrust out, but the lips themselves soft. Here, feel my 
lips." I puckered, and Katie lifted a finger to my 
mouth. I kept the outside very soft, and slightly moist. 

When she pushed, her finger was able to slide into my 
mouth slightly. Before I realized what I was doing, I 
applied some suction, and drew her finger in even more, 
licking it softly with my tongue. Katie smiled a bit, 
and drew her finger out. Then she tried pursing her lips 
like I had, and leaned in for the kiss.

I could smell her shampoo, and a little bit of her 
sweat. I figured that she must have worked out earlier 
today. Our lips were much softer against each other now, 
and much more sensitive. I sucked in a little, and she 
sucked back, sealing the bond between us. We held that 
position for a while, then I tried to snake my tongue 
into her mouth. Katie jerked back with a giggle, and 
looked at me like I was crazy.

"You didn't like that?" I said. 

She didn't say anything, but kept looking at me, 
noticing that my now-huge erection was causing a very 
visible bulge in my shorts. Then she leaned back in and 
kissed me again. This time we both opened our mouths, 
and her tongue met and slid over mine as we sucked 
ourselves together. She placed her hand on my leg 
lightly as we kissed and began to run her nails over my 
thigh. I gave a desperate thought of Sheila, but it 
evaporated as I slid my hand from her back to her right 
breast.

I squeezed her through her shirt, feeling the double-
smoothness of shirt and skin fall away from my fingers. 
Katie froze when I did this, and looked me in the eye. 
She didn't tell me to stop. I trailed my hand down her 
T-shirt to her waist, then put my hand under the shirt 
and rested it on her stomach.

"Usually, when you make out with a boy, he will try to 
go as far as he can with you," I whispered in her ear. 
"For instance, just now you let me feel your breast 
through your shirt, but I want to feel the bare skin." 
Katie's breath quickened as I slid my hand up to the 
soft mound and found the nipple. I rolled it in my hand, 
tweaking it slightly.

As I played with her breast, her hand became tight 
against my thigh. I leaned forward and whispered "You 
can feel me up too, if you want." As I moved my mouth 
back to hers, she slid her hand up my thigh and under my 
shorts, until it was inches from my crotch. She stroked 
my inner thigh very slowly and deliberately as I 
continued to play with her breast. I was exploring the 
inside of her mouth with my tongue, running it along the 
ridges of her teeth gently.

Katie's hand was still stuck on my thigh, so I broke the 
kiss. "You know what felt really nice, Katie? When you 
were gently running your nails down my leg. If you did 
that now, it would feel incredible." As Katie began to 
run her nails down my thigh, I grabbed the bottom of her 
T-shirt and began to pull it up. 

She took her hand off my leg to allow me to remove the 
shirt, and I got my first look at her breasts in all 
their glory. They were very large and firm, with only a 
small bit of sag at the base. The nipple that I had 
given so much attention to was standing out with a very 
dark red hue. Her other nipple was still pinkish and a 
little soft. As she replaced her hand on my thigh, I 
lowered my head to her left nipple and took it in my 
mouth.

As I sucked on Katie's breast, I undid my shorts and 
pulled them down, leaving myself in my underwear. Not 
leaving her breast, I took Katie's hand and guided it to 
my cock, signaling to her that I wanted her to stroke 
it. She closed her grip, feeling my rod through my soft 
cotton briefs. 

When she gave an experimental squeeze, I hissed in my 
breath and bit on her nipple, causing her to gasp in 
turn. She began to take the measure of my cock, running 
her hand up my shaft to the head. When she felt that I 
was warmer there, she gave another squeeze, and I almost 
came in my pants as I jerked my head away from her 
breast.

Katie was stunned. "Did I hurt you?" 

"No," I said, placing my hand on her thigh. "I'm very 
sensitive there. You almost made me cum." 

Katie's eyes went wide. "Can I see it? When you come?" 

I squeezed her thigh and said "Sure. But not right now. 
I want to hold off for a bit." 

I moved my hand up to the fork of her legs and took her 
mound into her palm. I could tell that she wasn't 
wearing anything under her sweatpants-- nothing 
substantial, at least. Katie sat nervously as I ran my 
finger up and down her slit. All thoughts of Sheila were 
gone now as I stroked her through the fabric.

Katie looked worried, so I asked her "Is it all right if 
I do this?" She looked at me, almost afraid to give me 
an answer, then nodded her head very slightly. "You 
aren't... turned off, or anything?" 

I laughed as I shook my head no. "Of course not. Why 
should I be turned off? Did you think you were ugly down 
there?"

She didn't answer, but became visibly more relaxed as I 
continued to play with her slit. I took my hand away and 
slid it down the front of her sweat pants. She was 
sopping wet, and when my finger passed through her bush 
she shivered slightly.

I found her slit, and began to push my finger in a 
little bit. She whined at me, and I kissed her lightly 
on the neck. "Is this the way you get yourself off?" She 
shook her head no. "How do you get yourself off, Katie?" 
In a small voice, she said, "I just play with my clit. I 
haven't stuck anything up there yet. I'm afraid."

"Of what?" I asked, when it seemed that she would not 
continue. "Are you still a virgin, Katie?" With moist 
eyes, she slowly nodded her head. "Don't worry. I won't 
break you. Relax. Spread your legs a little bit." I lay 
down beside her, and pushed my finger back into her 
pussy as I leaned over and began to suck on her tit. 
"Relax."

My finger slid inside her slowly, due to her tightness, 
and the nervous clamping of her legs. As I began to 
stroke her tunnel from the inside, she relaxed somewhat, 
and opened up more. I brushed up against her hymen, and 
pushed slightly as I bit her tit gently. Katie whined 
and began to pull away from my finger, so I eased back 
and worked on her clit.

I took my head off her breast and brought my mouth to 
hers. She sucked my tongue in greedily, urging me to 
probe her mouth as much as I was probing her vulva. I 
pulled my finger out of her wetness, and wiggled her 
fleshy clit with my fingertip before I pulled my hand 
away completely. Katie tried to move her hips with my 
hand, but it was no use. I pulled my hand from under the 
elastic and disengaged myself from her mouth.

Katie watched me intently as I brought my finger up for 
her to see. It was covered in her juices. I smelled her 
essence on my hand for a second, then, to her surprise, 
I put my finger in my mouth and cleaned it of her 
fluids.

"Eww, gross!" Katie made a face. "How can you do that?" 

"You mean you don't think you taste good?" I asked her. 

"I wouldn't do that," she replied.

I slid myself down her body until my torso was nestled 
snugly between her legs. "Well," I said, "I like the way 
you taste, and I think you're going to like this." I 
gave her a big grin and lowered my head between her 
thighs.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, knowing full well 
what I was going to do. I started by running the tip of 
my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the nub of her 
clitoris. Katie shuddered with pleasure, and her hands 
shot to my head. She pushed me away for a second with 
revulsion, then changed her mind and pulled my head back 
to her mound. "That's dirty, but I love it." She 
whispered. "Don't stop. Please."

I didn't intend to. I resumed licking her slit and 
twirling my tongue around her clit. Katie closed her 
legs and pushed my head down, burying my face in her 
bush. I stuck out my tongue and snaked it inside of her 
as far as it could go. She tore at my hair as I 
slithered my tongue over and through her slit. I 
persevered, and soon she was begging me to keep going.

"Oh, Brad, yeah, keep licking me, yeah, oh god, it's so 
dirty, it's so wonderful, don't stop, no, I like... oh, 
oh, OH, OHHH!" she curled forward as the orgasm raked 
its way through her frame. I kept my tongue in her pussy 
as she came down, lapping her gently. I looked up to 
check how she was doing.

"How did that feel?" I asked. Katie giggled a little bit 
and gave me a big smile as an answer. "I thought you'd 
like that." I said. "Can I see your..." Katie looked a 
little embarrassed, "you know."

"Sure," I said, and I placed my hand next to her head 
for her inspection. "Not your hand, silly! Your... you 
know, your thing." "And what is that thing?" I wanted to 
hear her say it.

"Your dick" she said in a soft voice. Katie looked up at 
me. "Please?" I stood up and pulled down my briefs, then 
lay back down next to Katie, positioned so that my cock 
was almost resting on her breasts. Katie stared at it, 
brought forth her hand, then stopped.

"It's okay," I said. "Touch it." I was rock hard at this 
point, at my full seven inches. A little bit of pre-come 
leaked from my head. Katie ran a finger over the shaft, 
testing the smoothness, and the way the skin slid easily 
over the flesh beneath. She made a ring around my cock 
with her finger and her thumb, and began to jerk me off 
gingerly with the ring.

"You can squeeze, if you want," I said. 

"Show me how," she whispered. 

I pulled her hand off, and showed her how I gripped my 
cock. When I let go, she emulated me, carefully wrapping 
her fingers around me as if my penis was made of 
crystal. "Now move your hand up and down." I told her. 
"Stroke me."

Katie squeezed me lightly and began to pump my penis. 
Her grip was firm enough to stimulate, but still light 
enough to make my cock expand, begging for more. I 
leaned in for another open-mouthed kiss and began to 
play with her pussy again. Katie eagerly returned the 
kiss and pressed her mound up into my hand. Her 
movements on my cock became a little more rapid and less 
controlled as I continued to stroke her clit.

"Put my balls in your other hand," I said quietly, 
breaking the kiss and pulling my finger from her snatch. 
She gently ran her hand over my testicles as she 
continued to stroke my penis, carefully avoiding the 
pre-come that was running over the head. As I licked her 
juices from my finger, I lay back and enjoyed her 
ministrations.

What Katie did next surprised me. Leaning forward, she 
blew her hot breath over the head of my penis. I looked 
up when I felt this, and almost came on the spot at the 
sight of Katie's mouth barely an inch from my member. 
She turned her head and looked at me.

"Does it taste, you know, okay?" I brought my finger to 
my cock and took a little bit of pre-come from the tip, 
presenting it to her mouth. Katie looked reluctant to 
taste, so I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it 
clean. Normally I only tasted my semen on Sheila's 
tongue, but I felt this situation called for more 
extreme measures.

"I think I taste sweet," I told Katie. I brought my 
finger down for another dollop and said "want to try?" 
Nervously, she stuck out her tongue and touched it to 
the bit of semen on my finger. She held her position for 
a second, trying to discern the taste, then licked the 
rest of the come from my hand. "I guess you taste okay," 
she said, "you're kind of sweet."

"Thank you," I said. "Would you like to take me in your 
mouth?" 

Katie looked at me in horror. 

"Please?" I said. "You know, if you do this to a boy, 
he'll be more likely to eat you out, like I just did." 

That seemed to embolden her, but she still wasn't 
convinced. "I won't get... sick or anything, will I?" I 
shook my head no, and she dipped her head to lick the 
underside of my penis. She started out with light licks, 
but as she grew accustomed to my taste, her tongue 
became more bold. Soon she was running her tongue the 
full length of my cock, from my root at the base to the 
top of my glans. It felt heavenly, and became even more 
so when, without any prompting from me, Katie positioned 
her mouth above my cockhead and circled the bulb with 
her tongue.

"Yes! That's wonderful!" I gasped, and Katie gave me a 
quick grin before she returned to work on my penis. 
Unafraid now, she opened her mouth and let my head slide 
in. Her tongue darted over me, swirling around my head 
before it returned to the top to lap up any pre-come 
that may have leaked out. She continued this torture for 
a couple of minutes before she decided to see how much 
of me she could take in her mouth. 

I had to restrain myself from shoving into her face as 
she lowered her head on my penis. She was going so slow 
as to be almost imperceptible, the only giveaway of her 
motion being the steady increase of warmth around my 
cock. As she went, she continued to swirl her tongue 
around my shaft, treating me like a long peppermint bar.

Katie had to stop after getting five inches of me into 
her mouth. It wasn't exactly a deep throat, but I wasn't 
about to force her to take the last couple of inches. 
She pulled back a little bit to make herself more 
comfortable, and began to concentrate on using her 
tongue to turn me on. She was very successful at this, 
and soon my cock was stiffer than I had ever 
experienced. 

As she laved my cock with her tongue, I guided one of 
her hands to my balls. She cupped them gently, and began 
to squeeze me in time to her licks on my shaft.

After a few minutes of this treatment, I was in ecstasy. 
"I'm going to cum soon, you know." I told her. "Would 
you like to taste it?" 

Katie came up for air from my penis, and considered the 
offer. "Does it taste any different from this?" She 
asked, licking up a little bit of my pre-come.

"No," I said, "there'll just be a lot more of it." 

With a little smile, she asked "Do you want me to taste 
it?" 

"Yes, I would love that," I said, smiling back. 

"Okay," she said, "then I will."

Katie took me back into her mouth and began to suck 
harder, milking my cock as well as she could. It wasn't 
long before she had returned me to the edge of my 
climax. Noticing that my body was tensing up, she sucked 
and worked her tongue even harder than before, which 
triggered me into a thunderous orgasm. As the waves 
swept through me, I began to shoot my load into her 
mouth.

The first blast caught her by surprise, and she opened 
her mouth and let it drip down her chin. As soon as she 
realized what was happening, however, Katie clamped her 
lips back around my cock and began to suck out the come 
from my body. I poured squirt after squirt into her 
mouth, which she sucked directly down her throat. 

After my orgasm subsided, she continued to work on me, 
making sure that I had spent my entire load. When she 
finally let me slip out, she began to lick the base of 
my cock clean, where she had allowed some gobs of semen 
to spill.

"So how did you like it?" I asked when she finished. 

"It was fun," Katie replied between licks of my penis. 
"Your skin tastes nice. The come tastes OK, I guess, but 
your skin tastes nice. I like sucking on it." 

To prove her point, she took my now limp dick in her 
mouth and ran her tongue around the head once before 
letting it slide out again. "So when will you need to 
borrow our lawn mower again?"

***

Five days later, I said to Sheila, "Honey, I'm going 
over to the Fredericks' to borrow their mower."

Sheila was incredulous. "But the lawn's barely grown, 
Brad. I thought you didn't like mowing it."

I gave her a kiss on the cheek as I walked out the door. 
"I know, Honey, but I've begun to enjoy the exercise."