This is my first attempt at writing for Literotica. I'd be most grateful for any feedback or criticism! This story involves anal sex and analingus, if that's not your scene then don't read. Enjoy!
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"OK, now take the second exit on the next roundabout."
"Got it..."
"Wait a minute! Stop! I meant the third!"
"You said the second!"
"Well I meant the third."
"Fucking CHRIST."
Lara shrank back in her seat and stared out of the window. She hated map reading, she hated Chris's grumpy mood, and she hated the fact they were going to visit Chris's dad and stepmum. From her boyfriend's description, his father was a red faced, snorting capitalist who lacked respect for women, ethnic minorities and his own liver, while the stepmother was a lascivious tart of pantomime dimensions. She glumly reminded herself of the parties she was missing back home in Edinburgh, the banter that was taking place in the communal kitchen in her student halls, and how miserable the weekend ahead would be.
A couple of hours later than planned, they walked up the driveway of Chris's father's house in the Lake district. In spite of herself, Lara felt a little happier at the sight of the lovely countryside. She steeled herself as they walked into the living room.
Wholly unexpectedly, she found herself being pressed into a rather large bosom. "You must be Lara!" cried its owner, freeing her from the crushing embrace. "I'm Collette, Chris's stepmum... and speak of the devil!" Chris was given the same treatment, which he extricated himself from coldly. "I'm sorry we're late. Lara was demonstrating her map reading ability." Lara stared at Chris when he insulted her, but Collette laughed heartily at him, smiling at Lara and wrapping an arm around her. "Come through to the kitchen, I'll get you both a drink."
Lara was blushing furiously, not only because of Chris's lack of tact. Collette was the most striking woman she'd ever seen: long, straight brown hair, which smelled delicious, a curvy body with a tiny waist nipped in by a belt, wide hips and shoulders, and of course, huge breasts with a generous amount of cleavage between. Her skin was olive, her ethnicity was somewhat ambiguous, and her eyes were sparkling and green. Lara considered herself to be straight, but occasionally she would see a woman which caused her to wonder a little.
Collette mixed gin and tonics for them all. Chris drank his with unseemly haste, and poured himself another while the women sipped theirs more slowly. Lara usually drank faster, but found herself unconsciously copying Collette's slow, deliberate movements.
"How's my girl?"
Roger strode through the door, beaming on the group. He kissed Collette on the top of the head, before seeing Lara and introducing himself. "I'm Roger. So nice to finally meet my boy's companion. Lara put out her hand to be shaken, but Roger took it in his left hand, raised it to his mouth, and kissed it lightly while looking into her pale blue eyes with his brown, wolfish ones. Lara blushed again. She really wished she didn't blush so easily.
"Good to see you son" Roger advanced on Chris, who smiled a little when his father hugged him tightly. Lara was pleased to see her boyfriend looking somewhat happy for the first time that day.
The group went out for dinner in a small local restaurant. Roger and Colette evidently knew the staff well, judging by their friendly manner with everyone from the manager down. Lara, a part time waitress herself, was particularly impressed with their patience with the waiter, who barely seemed eighteen years old and who was evidently brand new. His newness manifested itself most clearly when he turned round suddenly and knocked Chris's wine glass off the table, splashing Chris with a half glass of an unassuming red with warm, mulberry tones. Despite the rest of the table trying to laugh it off, Chris didn't see the funny side and informed the manager.
"How could you?!" gasped Lara when they were finally alone, back home in the guest bedroom. "You saw how nervous he was! You probably lost him his job!"
"Good! It will make room for someone who's bloody competent!"
"He's new! It was probably his first shift! I made so many mistakes in my first month. Imagine if I'd been fired! I would have had to beg my parents for money, and what sort of sad case lives off their family at our age..."
Lara tailed off as the sad case stared at her balefully.
"Look. I'm going to sleep in my old room. I'll see you in the morning."
Chris exited, slamming the door.
Lara lay back in bed, and angrily cracked the spine of her paperback. She knew Chris would most likely be apologetic in the morning, but she was horny now. She was suddenly reminded of their first fight, when he had stormed off to his room, and after drying her eyes, she had slipped into his room and given him a surprise blowjob as a form of apology. Perhaps the same technique would work this time.
Lara sat up and swung her legs out of bed. Moving as noiselessly as she could, she crossed the guest bedroom floor, carefully opened the door and padded across to the second door on the left of the corridor. She paused for a moment before opening it, her heart thumping, then forced her hand to turn the knob and walked through.
Her eyes were no use in the total darkness, so she put her hands out to feel her way. She brushed against what felt like a pillow, and patted out to confirm that she was standing beside a bed, with a silent body in it. Lara smiled a little as she ran her hand up his back, over his neck and ran her fingers across his scalp, leaning over to brush her lips against his ear. He stirred, rolling onto his back in half sleep to kiss her fingers, and she responded by pushing her fingertips gently into his mouth. He sucked on them languorously, resisting when she pulled them out, trailing them down his bare, firm chest to circle his nipples, eliciting a gasp. She paused her teasing for a moment to slip under the covers, lightly kissing his lips once she was in.
"Well, this is a surprise Lara."
Lara gave an unexpectedly theatrical gasp when she realised where she really was. Rather than being in bed with her boyfriend, she had stumbled into the bed of his father... and his wife!
"Oh God... oh Christ... Jesus!" she stammered.
"Just Roger will do, my dear," said Roger, before kissing her and folding her in his arms.
"B... but..." she said, her words disturbed by Roger returning her attention to his nipples in kind, stroking and pinching her through her thin top. Her nipples erected and doubled in sensitivity, and she couldn't help moaning aloud when he bared her left breast and started sucking, flickering his tongue across the exposed nub, continuing to roll her right nipple between his thumb and finger.