Her knees began shaking when he moved his hotly sucking mouth to her nipples. He fastened his lips over one thrusting nozzle, sucking powerfully while whipping at it with his tongue. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she forced more of her breast into his mouth. When she felt his hands slide down to her hips and then to her thighs, she nearly screamed with pleasure.
When his lips kissed her twat lips, Bonnie felt the orgasm starting. Coming like a river, she thrashed beneath him, pressing her pussy to his probing lips and tongue.
CHAPTER ONE
From the last week of June through the last week of August, Wednesdays were the only days when Bonnie could get her rocks off. Wednesdays, between two and five in the afternoon. Because that was the only time when she had the rambling old house on the private beach in East Hampton, Long Island, to herself.
Privacy was important, for when Bonnie had her orgasms she made noise. Her orgasms came in clusters, and by the time a herd had gone rampaging through her taut, sun-bronzed young body, she was making an unseemly amount of noise.
Wednesdays from two to five. Mrs. O'Hara, the maid and cook, had Wednesdays off. Mrs. O'Hara was, despite her name, a West Indian woman of indeterminate middle age who was the color of French roasted coffee and spoke in a musical, lilting voice.
Bonnie's father stayed in Manhattan, in the big co-op apartment overlooking Central Park West, during the week. He joined the family on weekends during the summer. Bonnie's mother spent Wednesday afternoons at an Elaine Powers Figure Salon. She also spent Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday afternoons there, but Bonnie didn't care about those days. Only Wednesdays were important.
Bonnie's brother, Edward-nicknamed by his frat brothers, "Kong," for no one could guess what reason-spent his afternoons at the beach or the country club. All his afternoons-including Wednesday afternoons-from two to five.
That last Wednesday afternoon in August was an interlude identical to the first in all but one respect. It was the last time Bonnie would wallow in self-indulgent private ecstasy. The next time Bonnie got her rocks off, she wouldn't be alone.
"I'll see you at five, Mother."
"Yes, dear," her mother replied automatically and strode with careful grace to the little Buick. Bonnie waited until her mother had backed out of the narrow, gravel drive before locking the door and scurrying up the stairs to her room. Thirty seconds later, Bonnie was naked before the full-length mirror in her dressing room.
Her pale blue eyes were heavy-lidded as she began making love to herself. Her hands slid down her sides to her trim waist, then over the gentle flare of lithe young hips and on to long, lean thighs. She'd inherited her mother's small-boned frame ... and vanity. Gently, Bonnie drew her perfectly-manicured nails lightly across her flat tummy, lowering her hands till her fingertips teased through the pale blonde fleece above her pussy mound. There was a band of alabaster white about her hips, marking her bikini bottoms against the hours lounging in the hot sun-hours that had lightened the hair on her head to an almost white-blonde.
Bonnie's fingertips grazed lightly at the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She shivered with growing lust. She'd waited six days for this, and six days was nearly forever to a healthy eighteen-year-old virgin.
Slowly, now, she drew her hands upward, flattening them against her hard little tummy once more and imagining that they were the hands of her lover, a tall handsome man with dark hair swept by the same onshore wind that tousled all hair on the covers of the gothic novels.
Her eyes were fixed on the reflection of her hands in the mirror as her fingers finally reached the firm underswell of her breasts. Bonnie's breasts were deceptive. Demurely-of course-clothed, she seemed a typically small-framed young woman with a pert, cute figure. The kind of figure usually called perky. Even in measurement, there was deception. A bust measuring 34 inches wasn't exactly cheesecake.
But with her clothes off, Bonnie was another story altogether. Only then did the size of her breasts become obvious. Her breasts didn't protrude against a tape measure, but they were subtly curved mounds of surprising breadth. A 34 bust wouldn't stop anyone cold, but a 34-C, especially on her pert little frame and especially undraped, was a truly awe-inspiring dimension.
And a very sensitive dimension, as well.
"Ooooh," she hummed, as her fingers traced sweet circles around the outer foothills of those swelling mounds. Already the juices, so long accumulating, were beginning to glisten among the fleecy curls of her pubic hair.
The circles slowly spiraled inward. Her imaginary lover knew how best to please the anxious girl. As the circles drew closer to the startling pink turrets of her impudent nipples, Bonnie's hips began to move slowly back and forth. The cheeks of her perky little ass began to flex and clench. And the hot juices began to drool onto the insides of her lean thighs.
She let her fingertips graze ever-so-lightly across the tips of her nipples. A soft sob of pleasure escaped her taut throat. She was ready at that moment to hurl herself onto the bed and let loose on her clitoris, but to Bonnie, the perfect lover would always tease and tantalize and draw out the foreplay until she was ready to climax at a whisper.
She caught the pink spikes between thumb and forefinger, squeezing them. At first they were gentle pressures, but as the fires burned hotter, the pressures grew more demanding. In moments, Bonnie was tweaking and pinching her nipples as if to see how firmly they were fastened to the pale, creamy mounds of flesh heaving on her chest.
Bonnie began tugging her nipples, then, drawing them out to their longest while twisting her hands to cup, as best she could, the overflowing abundance of her firm young breasts. Her thighs rubbed together in sibilant arousal. She couldn't hold her legs and hips still. The warm tickle inside her cunt had become a demanding itch.
Small lady-like gasps of pleasure and excitement escaped the lush, pouting fullness of her slackly parted lips. Her long-lashed eyelids were fluttering from half-closed to closed. Her hips were jerking back and forth demandingly, in search of the hard lump of that perfect lover's genitals, a hard and sizable lump as inevitably suggested on those vivid covers.
When her knees began to buckle and the small gasps had become almost constant grunts, then did Bonnie half-stumble the four backward steps till her knees hit the edge of her mattress.
She fell backwards with complete confidence, landing with her lower legs dangling over the side of the mattress and her thighs widespread. She took her hands from her lushly heaving young tits just long enough to slide the two pillows with perfect, practiced precision beneath her blonde tresses-propping up her head enough so that she could still see the lewd display in the mirror.
Bonnie ran her hands over her magnificent young breasts quickly, pressing the firm mounds as if to test their resilience. She manipulated and fondled her boobs for endless minutes, all the time shifting and wriggling her lithe hips, opening and closing her shapely legs-and arching and bucking her steaming young virgin cunt. The labia were swollen and darkened with hot blood, protruding like glistening petals from the damp tendrils of her pubic fairness. Her clitoris was fully gorged, now, and brazenly peeked from between her pussy lips like a bright pink beacon. Her clit was as large and firm as a pencil eraser when aroused, something that had troubled her when she'd first discovered it-but for which she was now very, very glad. Not only was it that much easier to play with, but she could see the little filly trigger in all its beckoning glory. Now Bonnie's hands again moved downward.
She shivered and shook as she explored all the tense ridges of her belly, where the muscles had drawn taut with her growing excitement. Then to the fiercely in-drawn plane of her abdomen, straying outward till her fingers were rounding over the gentle assertion of eighteen-year-old hips. She'd tried to imagine what it would be like to have a big, hard male thing driven up inside that tiny belly, but for all she'd heard and read and been told that it was wonderful, Bonnie was quite certain it must be terribly uncomfortable. Probably quite painful, as well. After all, she was too small down there, narrow-hipped, and there simply couldn't be room inside her for the thing that made such huge bulges in the swimsuits of the young men at the beach.
But that wouldn't stop her from enjoying her perfect lover.
Bonnie's hands rested flat on the creases of her thighs. Her fingers padded slowly to the inner flesh, nearer and nearer the scorching slit between her legs. She could see in the mirror how abundant her juices were. She could hear the soft, sudden echo of her own groans, steadily louder.
She teased her pussy lips, grazing the outer edges of the blood-gorged flaps with her fingers. Her hips jerked and heaved now. She was biting down hard on her lower lip, pressing even, expensively-capped white teeth into the lush pout as she struggled to prolong the anticipation even as she yearned for the realization.
"I must," she moaned quite loudly-and finally parted her pussy lips. Her fingers pressed the pink-lined petals against the inner paleness of shuddering, wide-flung thighs, and she sobbed noisily as she felt the relatively cool air of the room caress the incredibly sensitive inner stretches of female flesh.
Now Bonnie began masturbating in earnest. Her fingers cunningly manipulated that slick flesh, rolling and pressing it, pulling and squeezing it. Her half-glazed eyes were focused on the winking glimpse of pink, inner cunt tunnel that now appeared, now vanished as she pushed her twat flaps tightly together and then pulled them as far apart as she could.
Bonnie brought her knees up, still widely separated, until her feet were on the edge of the mattress. Only the tightness of that virgin pussy kept it from opening of its own accord with her legs so wide apart. But her cunt was unshriveled and her pussy was tight and the lips did require some sort of aid in staying wide apart. Like the fingers of the perfect lover.
Now she was working her hips quickly, in tight little circles that raised them momentarily from the mattress and then thrust her ass down into the Marrimekko print bedspread. She could see the thick juices well up in her cunt, squeezing outward as she pushed the thick, firm labia even tighter than their natural inclination-and then she could watch her cunt oils squish out between the thick vertical pucker of her quim and drool steadily down into the crease of her taut, tiny-perky-asscheeks. Her butt was hard and smooth as an underripe peach to begin with. In this position, with the hemispheres upturned and offered to the mirror, the pale moons of her rear end were smooth as a draftsman's curve.
"Ahh-HA-AHHHHHH!" Her noises grew louder and louder as the orgasmic pressures coiled like a tightening spring between her narrow hips. Her fingers moved faster and the muscles of her belly rippled more wildly and her legs came up farther until her feet dangled off the bedspread.
Her knees were nearly at her shoulders when the first orgasm shot through her.
"OHHHH-AH!" she cried, the sound bursting from her throat like a cry of pain. Her hips tightened and her fingers wriggled against the exposed pinkness of her cunt. The spasms shot through her again and she felt the first edge taken off her lusts-only to leave her aching for more!
Now her fingers crept very slightly into the first structure of her twat tunnel itself, leaving the familiar planes of her swollen cunt lips for more demanding places. She was tight inside there, so tight that only a single fingertip was enough to make her feel stretched-and that was also enough to make her climax again.
"YAAAAA-AHHHH-UN!" The sounds she emitted this time were louder and less recognizably human. Her fingers were peeling back the carefully cultivated veneer of affected civilization, exposing the animal needs beneath ... and the sounds of her pleasure matched!
Bonnie's yearning for pleasure was only whetted. With her shoulders again pressed by her knees, her legs dangling wide apart, her cunt fully upturned and exposed and even the tiny pink starfish pucker of her asshole revealed, she pushed a second fingertip into her cunt alongside the first. The twin invaders stretched her cunt till she was sure she'd be split open. She worked her fingertips back and forth as much as she could within that vise-grip virgin cunt, bending them at an angle that rubbed her clit with every stroke.
She came again, this time shrieking with the pleasure of her release. Her hips humped up as if to absorb more of her fingers, as if to clutch at the touch of the imaginary perfect lover.
But she wasn't done yet. Not Bonnie. Six whole days since her last orgasm. She was a long way from finished.
Her fingers began moving faster, harder. She pushed them into her cunt until she felt the twinge of impact with her intact rabbit skin and then spread them against the clasping walls of her unbreached fuck hole. She twisted her fingers and wiggled them, all the time chafing her aroused clit. Bonnie felt another orgasm welling up within her, the best one yet, but it somehow stayed just beyond her reach. She craved penetration, having something long and hard and pulsing pushed up into her hotly jerking body, yet that unbreached hymen barred farther invasion.
Bonnie thrashed frantically, groaning and wailing for the come that awaited her, that beckoned her and knowing that what was needed couldn't be, would hurt too much and knowing that there was only one alternative so gross, to her properly trained mind, that she couldn't bear to even think about it for a single moment.
So she did it, instead.
Bonnie let her pinky uncurl as she continued working the other two fingers in her cunt. The shortest, slimmest finger brushed lightly at the other opening, the little puckered hole now so thoroughly slimed and glistening with her overflowing juices. She shuddered and tensed-and then with a single stroke drove her pinky finger all the way up her tight little asshole.
"EEEEEE-EEEEYA!" she screamed, a bloodcurdling wail that resounded through the house as she felt her butt opened and filled at the same time. This time she reached that big orgasm, the one she'd been seeking. Her knees hugged her ears and her thighs crushed her achingly swollen tits and her cunt convulsed and sucked on its timid invaders and her anal muscles drew tight as a noose about the unthinkable digit reaming her rear.
Bonnie finished her masturbating the only way it was ever satisfactorily finished: she arched and tensed and came until her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering lids and she collapsed in limp, unconscious satiation, cunt and ass expelling their tormentors and dreams filled with vague, perfect lovers.
Except for the ass-fingering-an accidental discovery only two sessions before-it was the same as it had been since moving to the summer house in June. Wednesdays, from two to five in the afternoon.
But though Bonnie couldn't suspect it, this was to be her last Wednesday getting off in private. For before another week had passed, Bonnie would have companyand help.
And it would come from a source she'd never, in her wildest self-loving fantasies, ever have imagined.
CHAPTER TWO
Bonnie was only lightly dozing when the noises from the front of the house woke her at eight. Her self-induced orgasms the previous afternoon had, as usual, left her drained and weary and she'd turned in early. That, plus the intense heat already filtering into the house, made more than a light doze next to impossible.
An old Ford Fairlane was parked in front of the painters' van. Three men were unloading paint and tools from the van. As Bonnie watched, two of them climbed back into the van and hurried out of the drive, spewing gravel into the well-kept lawn and dust all over the young man remaining behind. For the Fairlane, it was just another coat of dust, melding like lacquer into the previous coats.
He was a handsome young man, with square features and sandy blond hair. He could have been an ad for California. She watched him strip quickly to a pair of swim trunks, tossing his own clothes into the back of his Fairlane. His shoulders were broad and his waist narrow and his powerful muscles clearly delineated and defined, rippling beneath sun-darkened flesh as he reached for his painter's overalls. She liked the bulge of his genitals within the knit fabric of his swimsuit and tried to guess how big his ... thing would be. Bonnie was much too proper to think of it as anything else. She'd even been conditioned to wince at the mention of the word penis in any context but a biology class.
She came close to breaking free of the conditioning at that moment. He was a hunk, and something about him turned her on. The itch in her cunt was never completely absent, but normally it took at least two or three days before it became an obnoxious presence, distracting her. The itch had passed that stage along about the time he'd taken off his shirt. It was already a six-day itch now and she was wondering how long before her mother or Mrs. O'Hara would come upstairs to intrude upon her privacy.
"Oh, damn it!" she whispered to herself. This was a frustrating thing to her. Bonnie took herself from the window as the painter pulled his overalls completely on and moved to set up his tools.
It was when she actually had her morning coffee made and was sitting at the table in the sun-drenched breakfast nook that she found the note from her mother. Both Bonnie's mom and Mrs. O'Hara were spending the day helping out at the fund-raiser for the local animal hospital.
Bonnie took her coffee to the big sliding patio doors and stood there in the bright sunshine, staring meditatively at the van. It was definitely a six-day itch. Definitely. Maybe already seven.
The painter suddenly came striding around the side of the house. Bonnie realized she was dressed only in a fairly transparent shorty nightgown. But there was no way to duck out of sight. She'd have to brazen it out. Dignity above all, and certainly before the hired help.
"Mrs. Baxter?" he asked through the glass. Close up, Bonnie realized he wasn't as young as his body had indicated. He was at least thirty, maybe thirty-five.
"My mother thanks you, but I'm not her."
It took him a second to figure that out. His grin was friendly and open, but there wasn't a lot of thought in those bright blue eyes.
"Well, I'm Tom, the painter."
"I figured."
"Heh-heh. Anyhow, I'll be working from eight to five every day until this is done. If you need me for anything, just yell my name."
"Tom."
"Right. You remembered real good!" His eyes slipped down over her body, frankly studying her lithe form through the nightgown. "So will I." He laughed again.
"Thank you, Tom."
"Uh, yeah." He started back around the comer of the house, glancing over his broad shoulder at her just once. When he was out of sight, Bonnie let go a long breath. He was good-looking, if not youthful, and he certainly wasn't president of the local Mensa chapter. But there was an incredibly powerful aura of maleness about him that had gone directly to Bonnie's hot little cunt and she could feel the juices fairly running from her slot. She looked down at herself and noted that her nipples had stiffened so much that they were twin spikes against her nightgown. Her chest and neck and cheeks were flushed and warm.
What she needed, Bonnie decided, was a dip in the pool to cool herself off and take her mind away from it. Twenty minutes later, Bonnie was padding across the green concrete pool apron. Tom the painter was working on his ladder, using a brush on the trim work at the second-floor windows of the side of the house. She smiled up at him as he paused to eye her. She didn't consciously give her hips that little extra bit of a roll when she walked or intentionally impart a bit more twitch to the pert cheeks of her little ass as she walked. She did it, but not consciously. Not completely, anyhow.
But even as she'd changed into her skimpy bikini, Bonnie had found herself pausing time and again to rub the swollen lips of her cunt, trying to ease the throbbing need there. And her nipples had simply refused to relax.
Bonnie put her towel, sunglasses and tote bag next to the chaise lounge and stood with her toes hooked over the edge of the diving board. She concentrated on the dive, not even indulging in her usual mental mocking of the pool. A pool! A ten-thousand-dollar in-ground pool when one of the finest stretches of beachfront along the entire East Coast of North America was so close that the waves could be heard breaking on a soft night!
No time for that today. Bonnie bounced lightly twice and then up, over-and knifed into the cool, clear water. She struck out for the far end of the pool. What she would have to do, she guessed, was drive herself to exhaustion to ease the tension.
The forty-fourth lap almost did her in. Bonnie felt her knees quiver as she padded to the chaise lounge. Her tits heaved from her exertion, their abundant mass straining the thin thong securing the halter across her back. Her plan seemed to have worked; she didn't even have the energy to see if Tom was watching as she adjusted the bra of her bikini.
Bonnie toweled off quickly and then flopped onto the cushioned lounger. Her breath slowed after a few moments and she set her wide-brimmed hat over her face, lolling in the hot sun.
Some noise stirred her from her light, restless doze. The sun was noon-high. She sat up and twisted. Tom was doing the trim work at the back of the house, the side facing the pool. He'd stripped to the waist and she found her eyes drawn to the lithe play of his brawny muscles beneath the sun-glistening sweat slicking his smooth skin.
This time she only made twenty-six laps before calling it quits-and when she left the pool she noted that he'd stripped to the waist from the other end while she was swimming. His buns were firm and nice-looking within the tight suit that was his only garment. And Bonnie was too weary to lap the pool again.
Sighing, she lay back on the chaise lounge. Could he be completely unaware of her? Could he completely ignore her? Was he gay?
She tilted her head slightly and glanced up at him covertly from beneath the brim of the sun hat. He wasn't unaware, or ignoring her and he was certainly not gay.
He was staring down at her with a glazed look on his face and he was rubbing his cock through his swim trunks.
A little noise caught in Bonnie's throat. The sight sent a renewed gush of moisture down from her twat. She was glad her suit was already wet; otherwise the damp stain at her crotch would have betrayed her. As it was, she had all she could do to keep her fingers from sliding beneath the skimpy bottoms and down over her pubic mound to the pulsing slit of her cunt.
On impulse, Bonnie stirred, stretching as if awakening from a deep sleep and slowly sitting up. When she turned, Tom was again back to his painting as if he'd done nothing else.
She stood and padded into the house. It took only a minute to lay out a simple cold-cuts board with some bread and a cold beer.
"Tom!"
He leaned back on the ladder. "Yes, ma'am?"
"Come on down and have some ... lunch."
She was careful that he could look down the front of her halter as far as possible. Given the way her boobs filled the fabric, that wasn't far. But it was enough. He came down the ladder like Spiderman, affording Bonnie a good view of his well-filled crotch.
"It's not necessary, ma'am-"
"Bonnie."
The grin came back. She stepped aside in the door. As he passed her, the musky scent of his hard labor filled her nostrils. It wasn't a scent she often inhaled. Her parents' crowd was one which was squeaky clean at all times.
Was there now a throbbing in that lumpy swimsuit of his? There was. Had it increased since he'd been obliged to pass within inches of her nearly naked young body in the doorway? Again: yes.
"Sit here," she said, indicating the high stool at the counter. Bonnie poured the beer into a Pilsener glass.
"You really didn't have to go to all this trouble, Bonnie."
"You've been hard at it all morning."
It didn't register. That was all right, though, she told herself. He was registering on the more important, basic level. The bulge of his cock was growing longer within his trunks and now that he was sitting, she wondered if the tip was going to slip out through the leg opening of his trunks.
He started building a monster sandwich and suddenly stopped. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"Oh, uh, I'm not really hungry." She hit him with her best smile. "Have to watch my figure."
He scanned her openly, boldly. "That figure? You've got nothing to worry about. You're a knockout."
"Why thank you," she said and suddenly remembered something she'd seen in a film. "Maybe I'll have some fruit." She selected a banana and began peeling it ... slowly.
Tom nearly choked when she gripped the banana in her fist and slowly pressed the tip against her lush, full lips.
"Are you all right?" she asked innocently.
"I think so." He was beet-red. He wolfed down his sandwich and gulped his beer. "Well, thanks, and I better get back to work."
"Good grief, Tom, let your food digest." She smiled and took the banana between her lips, watching his jaw sag.
"Or don't you like being around me?"
Tom stood and faced her. His dick was a length of stiff flesh distending the front of his trunks. "Bonnie, do you know what you're doing to me?"
And she had to admit to herself that she did know. If she'd sought at first only to get a reaction from this good-looking, powerfully built laborer, now she wanted something much greater and she was willing to confess it.
"Don't tease me, Bonnie." There was a hint of a threat in his tone. It sent a shiver through her body. She suddenly realized that he was struggling hard to keep himself under control, and that a man in his position could find himself suddenly unemployed if a complaint came in to his boss that he'd been making passes at the clients ... or their daughters.
"Tease?" She shook her head and set the half-peeled banana down on the counter. "Not you, Tom." She reached up and pulled the single bow knot securing her halter. The cups fell away from her lush young tits and then the skimpy piece of cloth was on the floor.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze flicking to her breasts. She felt her nipples throbbing with their stiffness. Bonnie could see a stain mark spreading at the end of his cock bulge.
"Beautiful," he whispered, throat tight with lust.
"Why thank you, Tom," she said politely-and raised her hands to rub her breasts. Her palms massaged her swollen nipples and her eyes half-closed with pleasure.
After a moment, she reached out and took his hand. "Tom-"
He brushed past her outstretched arm and grabbed her with both powerful hands at her waist, holding her in place while he slipped to his knees and began kissing her tits.
Bonnie groaned at the pleasures tingling through her. This was what she'd wanted from the start and now she regretted all the times she'd been a good girl and put off the handsome young men who'd pawed her and sought her sexy favors. She felt his lips nipping softly at the sleek undercurves of her wide, firm tits, and her hands went to the back of his head.
Her knees began shaking when he moved his hotly sucking mouth to her nipples. He fastened his lips over one thrusting nozzle, sucking powerfully while whipping at it with his tongue. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she forced more of her breast into his mouth. When she felt his hands slide down to her hips and then to her thighs, she nearly screamed with pleasure.
Bonnie felt his hand come up between her thighs. His hard, calloused knuckles pushed against the soaked crotch of her bottoms, pressing and massaging her sensitive cunt lips through the wet fabric. She began to grind her cunt down against his hand, revolving her hips as if to somehow get his fingers inside her. When he began knuckling the thrusting nubbin of her clitoris, she began to shudder and her hips jerked frantically.
Her knees shook uncontrollably as he began slipping her bottoms off. He tilted his head to one side and began kissing and tonguing her belly. His mouth dipped into her navel, sending a bolt of anticipation right to her cunt. When his hands slid around and gripped the firm mounds of her taut asscheeks, most of the strength went out of her. Bonnie slid slowly to the floor beside him and lay beneath his adoring mouth and hands.
His lips moved lower. She hissed with sharp pleasure as she felt his breath on her cunt-and then his hands were parting her thighs. "Yes!" she breathed as she felt his head between her thighs, his tongue washing the tense inner flesh and all the time moving closer and closer to her cunt.
When his lips kissed her twat lips, Bonnie felt the orgasm starting. Coming like a river, she thrashed beneath him, pressing her pussy powerfully to his probing lips and tongue. His hands again gripped her asscheeks, raising her savory snatch to his mouth like a gourmet feast.
But soon, almost too soon, he withdrew. She opened her eyes to see him kneeling between her thighs, his trunks sliding down. His prick appeared, hard and utterly enormous to her inexperienced eyes.
She was suddenly afraid. He was going to drive that stake into her belly! "T-take it awful easy," she said.
"Easy!" he snorted. "I gotta have that cunt wrapped around this boner or I'll bust, I swear I will." He bent over her, supporting his muscular upper body on one arm. His other hand was steadily working up and down on his hard prick. "My nuts are ready to explode!"
She felt the velvety knob pressing against her cunt lips. He slid it up and down, massaging the frightened labia and slicking his glans with her thick, sweet juices. Her clit was brushed and she jerked with pleasure. He fit the huge tip between her cunt lips. She gasped at the stretching. Her quim was like a narrow bottleneck-with an oversized cork being forced in.
"Oh, what a nice tight little cunt you've got," he whispered, looking into her eyes with an understanding that surprised her. "I've been wondering all morning how I could get into your pants, baby."
"Y-you have?"
"You better believe it," he answered, and began working the thick fuck rod up into her cunt.
Bonnie groaned and squirmed, trying to ease the penetration. It didn't really hurt, but the stretching was somehow uncomfortable. She felt her twat resisting the invasion, only grudgingly giving way before the meaty ram.
But then it stopped being mere discomfort and downright hurt her when his prick rammed into her hymen.
"OOOW!" she cried. "Stop! Take it out! It's too big! It's hurting my little-little-"
"Cunt!" He grunted it as he withdrew his prick. Bonnie lay beneath him, hips revolving automatically as he shifted and rotated above her, swiveling his cockhead in the ball-bearing socket of her vaginal entrance. Slowly, the flaps of her cunt became accustomed to the thickness of his dork. As his knob rubbed and pressed against all the sensitive inner surfaces of her labia, pleasure became paramount, overtaking and then obliterating the discomfort.
In seconds, she was humping her narrow hips up at him, trying to gobble more of his wonderfully hard cock into her hungry hole.
Again, she felt the blunt knob bang against her virginal skin.
"Are you a cherry?" he asked suddenly.
She nodded, teeth sunk into her lower lip to stifle another cry of anguish.
"No wonder you're so fucking tight." He eased his prick back as he spoke, slowly withdrawing it. The pain left almost immediately and she moaned in disappointment at having her cunt walls no longer stretched. "I don't know that I want to start screwing around with any WASP virgin," he said.
"But I want-"
"Yeah, that's what you say," he said, still withdrawing, "but I don't-"
And without warning, he slammed his hips forward and pulled her hips up to meet him. His prick shredded her hymen and slid unimpeded the rest of the way into her cunt.
She didn't register the pain at first-but as she felt his hard dick throbbing within her narrow slot, Bonnie began to feel a paper-cut shriek of anguish deep in her box.
At the same time, though, the feeling of being packed with hard prick was good and getting better. So, too, was the feeling of her clit being massaged by the pulsating shaft of his dong.
His dick began sliding back and forth inside her. Bonnie moaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. She wanted him to stop for a minute, but she didn't want him to stop sliding his cock in and out of her cunt with ever-lengthening strokes.
He bent his head to her tits and began licking and nipping lightly at her nipples. Bonnie felt her cunt contracting on his prick as he slid into her again. The pain was suffocating beneath the growing pleasure. She felt him shift his angle, now slipping his cock into her so that every lovely bump and vein on the broad back massaged her clit and cunt lips on the way in-and then she felt his balls slapping against her ass.
A small gasp of pleasure escaped her.
Above her, the stud heard the sound and knew he was going to get her off. He shifted his arms, forcing her legs back till her knees were at her shoulders and the broad hillocks of her firm tits were pressed by her thighs. Her upturned cunt was wide-open, and he slid his hands down to clutch the clenching cheeks of her firm ass.
Bonnie groaned deep in her throat as he began sawing his cock in and out of her with long, limpid strokes. She felt his cock driving apart the constricted walls of her little cunt until his balls were pressed tightly into the furrow of her slim rear end and his knob was driven up into her belly. Each time he pushed into her a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper.
In seconds, Bonnie was humping her own little hips up to meet his thrusts-and then grinding her pussy lips against the bony ring beneath the thick mat of pubic hair surrounding the base of his cock. His prick was thicker at the base than at the tip or along the shaft. When he was all the way inside her, she felt as if her cunt lips were going to tear open from the wonderful stretching.
But somehow that stretching didn't hurt at all. She welcomed it, savored it, relished it as the very thing she'd been craving without knowing it for weeks-all of those weeks from the end of June to the end of August. Wednesday afternoons, between two and five.
"More," she said suddenly. "More-faster!"
He was trying, but as tight as she was to begin with, her newly opened cunt was like a vise around his prick and it took effort to work his dong in and out-even given her juicy receptiveness and the added lubrication of her virginal blood.
Bonnie suddenly tensed-and came. The suddenness of the orgasm surprised her and left her ready for more. "More!"
Tom was struggling to hold his overheated load in check. He'd never gotten into such a choice little piece of ass-and cherry, to boot! He wanted to make this last as long as he could. But seeing her flash that sweet behind and those lush tits and trim hips all morning had left him hotter than a kettle boiled dry. He pumped his prick in and out of her as fast as he could, hoping desperately to get her off so she'd want to do it again-with him!
Bonnie was gasping and whining with pleasure. Spasms rippled through her cunt, contracting it over the length of his reaming dick. She chattered her cunt up at him, letting the gorged lips nibble at the thick base of his cock-and then let her twat clutch and suck and milk his dong.
Tom didn't have a chance against that kind of treatment. With a soft, groaning exhalation, he sagged his weight down on her and let loose his first spasm.
Bonnie went rigid as she felt the thick juice pour into her from his overheated cock. It flowed loose and rich in a single, long gusher that seemed to continue endlessly, spilling into her belly like an eruption. She felt the thick cum backing up along her meat-packed tunnel before finally oozing out around the plugged entrance of her tight fuck hole. Sloppy and abundant, the mixed sauces of her cunt and his balls poured down between her legs and into the upturned furrow of her pert little ass, gathering about her asshole as if awaiting a chance to drain into the constricted pucker.
When Tom finally rolled away from her, his prick was limp as wet pasta-but Bonnie still shuddered one more time with pleasure as she felt its wilted length being withdrawn from her labial clutches.
She stretched out beside him, gasping for breath and fighting off the crimson-tinged fog of near-unconsciousness. Tom's panting beside her slowed and was replaced by a steady droning snore as he lost the fight. Bonnie decided it was safe for her to close her long-lashed eyes for just a moment....
CHAPTER THREE
The touch was wonderful, merging perfectly into her dream. The perfect lover was back, running his gentle, knowing hands lightly over all the planes and curves of her firm young body, savoring the resiliency of beautifully large breasts, tasting the wonder of taut, flat belly, exploring the softness of upper thigh flesh just below the crease of groin....
Bonnie opened her eyes. Her heart pumped wildly for a moment before she identified the face on her "perfect lover," and then she let the tension wash out of her as Tom continued enjoying the lush ripeness of her body.
"That's so nice," she murmured.
He smiled and bent his head to lick at her nipples with outstretched tongue. The little nozzles immediately began to swell and stretch, gorging themselves on her overheated pulse. She felt his hand between her legs and willingly parted her thighs still more. His fingers grazed upward towards her cunt and then brushed her swollen labia, eliciting a groan from her pale, graceful throat.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," Tom murmured. "I want to fuck you again."
He slid a finger into her sweet pussy as he spoke. She thrilled to the invasion for a moment-then winced. She was a bit sore within from her first fucking and, though the hot sex juices poured down eagerly, the pain only increased.
"N-no," she said. "Hurts." She touched his hand with hers. He withdrew the digit from her fuck hole but continued lightly strumming her clit. As the irritation faded from her cunt, Bonnie felt the pleasures begin to take control once more. Her lithe young hips were humping and bucking feverishly.
"Why does it hurt?" Tom asked, never missing a beat with his fingers. "My cock isn't that big and you were plenty wet and-"
"You're my first-oooooo...."
"You're first what-" His eyes widened. "You were a cherry?"
She nodded-then gasped and thrust her cunt up at his hand.
"I'll be dipped in shit. A cherry. You looked so damn good and foxy, and the way you move that thing I never thought a piece like you would still be a cherry." He shook his head. "I guess I should be flattered." He shrugged ... then bent low to lick her belly button.
"Oh-oh-do that! Do that!"
"Gimme your hand." He took her wrist and guided her fingers to the again-stiff bar of his cock. She gripped it and, without even thinking about it, began jerking him. He groaned and Bonnie felt a surge of pleasure that her little fingers could so quickly control this big, powerful hunk of male animal.
"Make me come again," she whispered, her hand blurring over his prick.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, and began lip-nibbling his way lower across her indrawn tummy. Bonnie sucked in a sharp breath as she felt his warm exhalations ruffle her curly pussy fleece. She spread her legs wider and tilted her hips up in invitation-an invitation he quickly accepted.
"AAAHH!" she cried as she felt his tongue-tip snake down to blaze a trail of pleasure over her mound and against the swelling flaps of her pussy lips. Her hips shook almost uncontrollably as he moved his mouth still farther into the V of her opened legs.
He shifted as he pushed his face down to her cunt-and then he was straddling her head with his powerful thighs. Bonnie released her grip on his cock and locked her legs about his head as she felt his tongue circling her cunt lips.
"Yes! YES!" she screamed, battering his face with her box. And then he pushed his hips down and stuffed his cock into her mouth.
Without thinking, Bonnie closed her lips about his prick and began madly sucking. She felt him groan against her twat. He began sawing his cock in and out of her mouth, and Bonnie struggled against the instinct to gag as the swollen knob hit the back of her throat. She tried to evade his prick, but he instantly stopped sucking her clitoris.
She figured out what the deal was immediately and resumed cocksucking. His hands slipped down to grab the tautly molded cheeks of her ass, lifting her cunt. She let her legs loll open still more and fastened her soft lips halfway down his shaft.
Bonnie had never imagined she could find sucking a dick anything other than repulsive; but to her astonishment, it was not only acceptable, it was pleasurable. Fun. The sensation of having the essential masculinity in her mouth, moving between her ovaled lips and twitching under her tongue's slightest touch, filled her with a sense of power and abandon beyond anything she'd ever dreamed. She let her mouth fill with plentiful saliva, and began swirling it about his cockhead. She scrubbed the underside of his prick with her tongue. She sucked as hard as she could and then eased her oral grip almost to limpness. And everything she did brought an instant and dramatic response from his cock, in her mouth-and his mouth on her cunt.
He was feasting on her twat, rimming the tight little lips and sucking at her protruding clit. Bonnie felt his fingers slipping on the sleek skin of her creamy ass as the juices flowed abundantly out of her hot hole. Again and again he was taking her right to the edge of orgasm-only to tease her back from the release of coming.
At the same time, she felt his cock becoming even harder in her mouth. Again and again the head swelled up till it filled her face, till it seemed ready to explode. His hips shuddered as he struggled to hold back the impulse to cram the whole fucking prick into her face. Bonnie had brought her hands up without thinking, grappling his hips and trying to govern his strokes. She sensed that he was near his own orgasm, and the idea of actually having his fuck sauce filling her face turned her on still more.
Suddenly, a pleasure like a bolt of electricity shot upward through the center of her body, following the line of her cunt like a projectile following the line of a rifle's barrel. She felt something long and slick and wet and warm wriggling like a snake within her hot little twat, and it was the most incredible thing she had ever known.
Bonnie almost came up out of her skin at the pleasure. Its sudden intensity knotted every muscle in her firm young bod, and she closed her thighs on Tom's head as if intent on crushing him. Her cunt gripped his tongue, determined to extend the sensations she enjoyed for as long as possible. Her clit seemed to be exploding with hot, pleasure-driven blood.
Without realizing it, she was sucking harder than ever on his cock, frantically creating a near-complete vacuum about the length of hard prick. His dick swelled immensely-like a balloon-and then she felt hot, gooey stuff being belched from its bulbous head into her mouth and throat. Bonnie's choice was simply to swallow or drown. She swallowed. And swallowed.
And swallowed.
And swallowed.
And still, Tom pumped spurt after spurt of virile jism into her continuously sucking little mouth. Bonnie, lost in her own orgasm, couldn't contain it all, and some of the fuck liquid escaped her lips. It dribbled down over her chin and slimed her convulsively swallowing throat and heaving chest. She continued sucking long after his cock was going limp and his balls were dry, keeping his prick half-hard through her relentless sucking and little else.
A few dry spasms shook his cock. With a half-pained gasp, he pulled his dick from her mouth and flopped to the floor beside her.
But Bonnie had really gotten into cocksucking and she wasn't entirely rational at that moment. She rolled atop him, forcing her cunt into his mouth and catching his limp, raw prick between her lips. With an anguished little sound of protest and rebellion, the burly house painter managed to extricate himself from her renewed clutchings and half-staggered to his feet a few paces away.
Bonnie lay on her back, legs again widespread and fingers working feverishly over her vaginal area. Her hips bucked and surged as she stroked the fires within her lithe body once more.
"I don't fucking believe you," he breathed. "You're a fucking nympho!"
At the words, Bonnie pulled herself from her semi-delirium and stared at him. Her hands became still and, after a moment, she lay back, limp and panting on the floor.
"I never seen anything like you," he said as he reached for his swim trunks. "Cherry to nympho in ten minutes."
"Can't keep up with me?" she teased.
It was the wrong thing to say. He flushed brightly. "Hey, Bonnie, there's a limit to what one man can do at a given time, you know. You're too hot for me to handle."
"Ummmmmm-well, you made me feel pretty good, stud," she cooed. "Maybe tomorrow, after a chance for both of us to recuperate?"
He was wincing as he eased his reddened, limp prick into the trunks. "Recu-"
"Yeah, can we? Please?" She could see the hesitation on his face, but she had to salve the inadvertent wound she'd inflicted.
"M-maybe," he said, heading for the door.
She hoped not. Bonnie had other things in mind for her next bout of fucking-other things and other people.
Bonnie had made her break, and she was off and running.
CHAPTER FOUR
By the time her mother's persistent pounding on the bedroom door awoke Bonnie the next morning, her tangled bedcovers bore several large, deep wet spots. Her panties had vanished into the maelstrom of Marrimekko sheets. Her pillows were scrunched and equally soaked. Her shorty nightgown had a tear in one side. And her cunt lips were puffy.
"C'mon, Bons, let's get going!" her mother called in what Bonnie thought of as The Bright and Chipper Voice. In Bonnie's experience, that usually meant her mother had been awake and drinking Bloody Mary's since near dawn. At least her mother was the cheerful type when she was high.
"Right you are, Moms. Right you are." Bonnie's voice was equally chipper, but she hadn't stirred more than one eyelid and her mouth. Why was the bed such a mess, why did her sheets reek of cunt juice, where had her panties gone and what had happened to her nightie?
The answers were simple enough: Bonnie had masturbated most of the night, finally falling into an exhausted slumber only minutes before dawn-and even then her horniness had pursued her into her dreams. And those dreams were definitely X-rated. Most of them featured Tom, the house painter, with a tongue which in her dreams could be used for parting his hair, and a cock that pumped jism like a fire hose opened to its fullest.
Bonnie stirred enough to slide a finger down between the lips of her snatch. Carefully, she probed inside the newly opened fuck channel-and found to her delight that there was only the faintest tinge of discomfort!
And from her window she could see Tom's beat-up old Fairlane! He wasn't her stud of choice, to be sure, but he'd do-he'd definitely do! Not that there was anything wrong with Tom; he'd done a dandy job of initiating her with his hard cock, knowing hands and expert tongue. But she had other cocks in mind, now-cocks she'd secretly coveted for years. Like the lifeguard who patrolled the beach at Locust Point. And Mario, the handsome young son of the department store owner who spent his summers in the immense mansion on the hill. And "Bons, you up yet?"
"Sure am, Moms."
She looked through the window again and saw the second car-and the painter's overalls in the back. Her heart sank. Tom had company today? All day?
Bonnie showered and dressed-more or less-quickly. She wore her bikini bottoms and a T-shirt, and that was it.
And she knew damn well that the light T-shirt did nothing to conceal her big, firm tits or her big, dark-tipped nipples, and that was just what she wanted.
"Getting a little daring today, aren't we?" her mother commented, trying to be wry. Bonnie plastered a smile across her face and made a noncommittal noise. Her mother seemed to be doing this more often, lately, and it was a shame. Whatever differences Bonnie had with her mother, she had to give due credit. Her mother was still a damn sharp-looking woman and still turned heads-when she was careful about her appearance.
But when she had half a bag on, her mother was anything but at her best.
Bonnie poured some orange juice and wandered outside into the bright sun's glare. Another scorcher. She turned toward the north side of the house and strode for the comer. She could hear a radio. Couldn't hurt to see what Tom's co-worker looked like Honk!
Bonnie turned just as Mrs. O'Hara pulled into the drive. Her mother came out of the back door a moment later, a heavily laden shopping bag in her hand. "Bye, Bons."
"Are you going back to the animal shelter, Mother?"
"Sure thing. Be home around five." Her mother waved gaily, stepped toward Mrs. O'Hara's car-and then turned back to add, "Your father is coming back tonight, so don't forget to-"
"He's what?" Bonnie started walking toward her mother.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"No, Mother, you did not tell me."
"Oh. Well...." Her mother shrugged as if it weren't a matter of consequence. "Your father is coming back tonight and he's bringing guests for the weekend. Business guests. I must have told you."
"Wrong again."
"We'll eat out tonight. At Lindly's. Dress for it."
"Oh, Mother-"
"That's the girl. See you later!"
And then her mother was in Mrs. O'Hara's car, and the car was backing out onto the road and that was that. No appeal. No chance to plead previous engagement or another excuse. Bonnie hated these things. Her father, impressing the client with his perfect little swarm of WASPs and his perfect little hive. Half the clients treated her like a child at these things, while the other half made her suspect they planned coercive perversions by the way they looked at her or even "accidentally" touched her. And then there were the ones who immediately became all paternal hugs and squeezes and little kisses ... with the accompanying stray hands, of course.
Yeccccch.
She walked aimlessly toward the sound of the radio-and nearly collided with Tom, who rounded the comer with long, purposeful strides.
"Excuse-Oh. Hello, Bonnie." His eyes went nervously around the yard.
"Hi." She pressed her hand to his chest and slowly began rubbing him through his T-shirt. "Ummmm, can you get rid of your partner for a while?" Tom stepped to one side. "Can't do that."
She tried to hide her disappointment.
"We have to finish today. Boss gave orders. 'Be done by five-thirty,' he told us. 'Or else.' "
"Why the hurry?" She was petulant, her lower lip protruding slightly.
"Your mother or father called and insisted. They're paying extra for it. Something about houseguests." He tried to grin. "Maybe another time."
Her expression didn't change. His did; the grin faded. "Bonnie, I can't help it-"
"I've been thinking about yesterday," she said softly. Her hand was sliding down over his hard stomach. "It makes me hot, thinking about yesterday."
He tried to step away, but failed.
"And I want some more fucking," she said. "Some more-" Her hand rested over the now-throbbing lump of his prick inside his overalls. "-of this." She took his hand, pressed it against her firm, stiff-nippled tit and then slid it down over her trim form to her cunt, "in-this." She squeezed his hand between her legs.
His eyes were momentarily glazed as he felt the heat and moisture of her cunt through the bikini bottoms. Bonnie felt his dick throbbing. She squeezed it and played her finger across the steel-hard mass.
"Don't do this to me, Bonnie." It was a plea.
"I want it," she answered. "I want that cock!"
"But-"
"I want it!" She pulled at the snaps on the coveralls, then reached within. He was wearing the swim trunks again. She worked her fingers into his trunks, and this time her fingers closed on bare cock. She began tugging up and down on the loose flesh in the center of the shaft. His hand turned between her legs until he was cupping her cunt in his palm. His fingers moved, grazing her clit and cunt lips through the bikini fabric, and Bonnie's juices rushed down to soak and darken the material.
Bonnie raised one hand to rub her tits, then tweaked her hardening nipples through her thin cotton T-shirt. Her eyes heavy-lidded, she tilted her head back at the pleasures warming inside her and let her jaw gape open. A gurgling sound came from her slackly parted lips as she tugged at each nipple in turn, all the while still working his cock with her free hand and feeling him tantalize her twat.
"Fucking tits," Tom muttered. "Gorgeous fucking tits."
She dropped her hand to her waist and slowly peeled the T-shirt upward, rolling it above her breasts. "Lick them," she said. "Suck them, eat them-"
He bent his head forward and Bonnie squirmed as she felt his lips fastening over her turgid nipples, his tongue whipping rapidly back and forth across one engorged nozzle while his free hand molded the firm curves of her creamy mounds.
"I've got to fuck you," he said, straightening up. "Inside!"
Bonnie turned and hurried to the door, her hand still latched onto his cock inside his coveralls and swim trunks.
As soon as they were inside, he stripped off his clothes. Bonnie put both hands on his cock and jerked quickly on the hard meat. He groaned at her strokes and quickly pushed her bikini bottoms down over her knees, pausing to lick her tits again in the process. She palmed his glans, tormenting the velvety flesh with the maddening friction, thrilling to the way he groaned and his prick jerked.
"Oh, what a beautiful fucking body," he breathed, dropping to his knees. He gripped her taut thighs and then stretched up to catch one of her nipples between his lips again.
"Suck it," Bonnie said excitedly. "Suck that tit!" She pushed her fingers into his thick hair, pulling his face against her heaving tits, thrusting all she could of her firm boob into his eager mouth.
His hands shifted, sliding back to grip her twitching little asscheeks. Bonnie let him pull her hips forward, then ground her pussy against his chest as he began working over the other tit.
She felt his hands slide in between her thighs-and then hissed with excitement as he began rubbing her cunt lips and clit with one finger. The juices were positively pouring down from her eager twat now and she felt the heat growing between her narrow hips.
He bent lower before her, trailing his tongue down over her flat, indrawn tummy. She felt his breath on her cunt curls, and then his tongue was reaching out to flick at the upper juncture of her pussy petals. Bonnie spread her legs and bent her knees slightly, pushing her cunt down and into his upturned mouth, hissing him with her labia and then rubbing her twat all over his face. Her hips were jerking slightly, long past her conscious control.
He slipped a finger up into her hot little cunt and that was it as far as Bonnie was concerned. She wanted to fuck and she wanted it right away!
"Back-back-" she grunted, pushing him backwards.
The burly painter let himself lay back on the hard floor only a few feet from the scene of their previous day's fucking bout.
Bonnie followed him down, spreading her legs farther apart to straddle his thighs. She crouched over him, his cock standing hard and throbbing above his hairy balls like a tower. She bent and kissed the knob, then opened her mouth and sucked the bulbous glans inside. He arched upwards beneath her, thrusting his thick prick into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat, forcing her to retreat. Bonnie continued sucking his cock for a moment, bobbing her head up and down, luring his loins up and down, reaching between his trembling thighs to lightly trail her fingernails across the underside of his wrinkled, tightly-packed ball-sac.
Finally, gripping his dick with one hand, she took her mouth away. Bonnie opened her lips and let a huge gob of spit join the pre-cum drooling from the pee-slit knob, and watched as the two hot fluids together slimed down over his dick and her fingers. She worked the slippery solution up and down over the length of his dong and then finally moved forward, her pussy poised above the upward-pointed prong.
Reaching between her legs, Bonnie parted her cunt lips. Tom raised his head to watch, and groaned at the sight of her pale-furred fuck hole opening above his straining prick.
Bonnie lowered her hips, fitting the head of his prick into her cunt lips, savoring the stretching of her tight young labia by that big, thick knob. With his cock securely gripped by her horny young twat, she released his dick and her pussy lips and began rubbing her fingertips over her clit. She shook and pushed her hips down, gobbling another inch of his dick.
She hesitated there, moving her hips in tight little circles, swiveling his knob in her cunt like a ball-bearing in an oiled socket. The sensation was incredible; his prick pressed and rubbed all the sensitive inner walls of her twat, stretching them first this way, then that, tugging at her labia and occasionally pressing her swollen little clitoris.
But if Bonnie was enjoying the sensations, Tom was being driven berserk by them. He gasped and shook beneath her, heaving his hips upward, yet never quite managing to get more of his cock into her hot little cunt. His moans echoed through the lower floor of the airy beach house. He raised his hands toward her, intent on forcing that sweet young snatch down around his cock-but Bonnie merely bore down on the strong muscles at the entrance of her cunt, nipping the steely hardness of his cock. All the strength left him-except for his cock-and his arms dropped back to his sides again.
But after a few more minutes of this, after a few more minutes of her cunt loudly sucking and slurping at his prick and feeling her inner walls clutching fiercely on emptiness in their eagerness for his meat, Bonnie began working her ass back and forth, nibbling her cunt down his powerful prick a half-inch at a time, eating it all up into her sucking teenaged quim.
"Ooooooh, that's what I wanted," she moaned. She sat on his prick, motionless but for the little spasms that jerked her trim hips and rippled over the cock encased by her hot young cunt. She threw her head back, gurgling with pleasure for a long moment.
Then Bonnie leaned forward. His hands had come up to rest on her tits, his fingers squeezing the surprisingly large mounds of creamy flesh, pinching and tugging her nipples. A shiver went through her to the core of her crotch.
Finally, Bonnie put her arms out. Her hands were flat on his broad, powerfully muscled chest, supporting her upper body. She began to raise and lower her hips in short, shuddering strokes, sawing her cunt up and down on his prick and massaging her twat lips with the gnarled shaft.
"Faster," he groaned beneath her. He slid his hands down to rest at her waist, just above the gentle flare of her hips.
Bonnie began moving more quickly, raising and lowering her ass ever faster, ever more eagerly. His cock made loud, sloppy noises as it worked in and out of her tight fuck tube. The juices drooled down from her cunt, matting his thick pubic hair and sliming his tightly updrawn nut-sac.
"Oooooh, fuck-fuck-fuck-" she muttered very softly, almost a growl, her tight little butt blurring in her feverish hunger to climax. She was hiking her hips till only the knob of his prick was still held in her vaginal clutches, then slamming back down to take the length of him up into her tightly clenched twat with jarring force.
Faster and faster she worked her ass. She was all but oblivious to his groans and the way he thrust his hips up at her plunging cunt, ignoring the way his hands had tightened to white-knuckled pressure on her hips. She was lost in her pleasures and the drive to come.
With a loud grunt, Bonnie rammed her snatch down. His dick seemed to reach up into her belly, opening her up inside all the way to her throat, swelling and splitting open the throat of her cunt.
"COMMMING!" she shrieked. "COMMMING YOU FUCKER!" Her hips went wild and she writhed like a woman possessed atop him. Her arms gave way and she half-collapsed onto his brawny form, wriggling and shuddering in the throes of her orgasm.
Tom felt his balls loosing their hot flood of cum. He fastened his hands onto the sweet cheeks of her tight little ass, pulling them open to let the gentle breeze caress the tiny puckered starfish of her asshole as he drew her down all the more tightly against his cock.
Bonnie felt his efforts to drive his dick still farther into her hungry box. She went half nuts, biting and kissing his shoulders and neck as she came again-and then her cunt's sucking action finally did its work.
"Ooooh-fucking my cunt-" she groaned into his chest as she felt the hot, thick geysers of his jism flooding her cunt and innards, spilling hot and heavy into her overeager pussy, bloating her fuck tunnel with its abundance and throwing fuel onto the lusty flames of her soaring orgasm. She felt as if her insides were being seared by the copious flood of male fuck juice, and came with an intensity that numbed her body and nearly detached her mind.
Bonnie sprawled on top of him, her legs and arms without strength. Her thighs had parted and were like limp strands of wet dough draped to either side of his legs. But if she was otherwise without strength or drive, her cunt was in complete control of her hips. Her ass rose and fell crazily as she continued milking his spurting cock with her hungry, hot cunt.
His dick finally began to wilt, his eruptions slowing and becoming more irregular, as the dregs were drained from his virile balls. Bonnie felt his prick shriveling inside her and ground her mound down, rubbing and massaging her clit and pussy lips on the bony ring surrounding the base of his shrinking prick. She felt his hands weaken and slide off the pert, spongy mounds of her upthrust ass, then lay her head wearily upon his chest.
And wanted more.
But for the moment, the immediate itch was scratched. If her satiation wasn't likely to last more than a few hours-if that long-she was content to simply rest and slow her tortured breathing to something approaching a more natural pace. She listened to the pounding of her pulse slow in her ears and heard Tom's ragged gasps ease into a gentle, dozing tempo.
And a soft, almost inaudible grunting became increasingly noticeable.
She frowned, trying to clear the sound from her mind. It wasn't herself and it wasn't Tom, so she knew it was only imaginary.
Until she heard a deep, indisputably male chuckle.
She froze, terrified. Tom stirred beneath her just as a voice rumbled, "Now I want some of that hot fucking, baby-and I want it now!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Who a-are-" began Bonnie, looking back over her shoulder.
"Oh, shit," Tom groaned. "You know-"
"My partner today," Tom said sullenly.
Bonnie twisted to get a look at the other man, turning her tight cunt above Tom's groin. His half-limp dick picked up the rotation after a momentary delay, adjusting itself within her by little sudden jerks. Bonnie couldn't do anything about the renewed flow of juices her overheated young body sent flooding down in response to the stimulus.
"C'mon, little cunt, let's get that honey roll up here-" Bonnie could only stare. The man was immense, easily six-feet-four-inches tall, and built like an ironworker. He was in his late forties-like her father-and carried a spare tire around his waist. His naked waist. He'd dropped his paint-be spattered jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. A thick mat of dark hair covered his chest like a pelt.
It was what she saw below his waist that made her suck in her breath sharply. The man's cock was huge, at least eight inches long and much thicker than Tom's. She was half-mesmerized by the sight of his big fist working slowly up and down over his dong, and he noted her unintentional focus. An ugly grin revealed a gold front tooth as he started toward her.
"No," she said. "I don't want to fuck you-"
"You will once you get a taste of this whanger," he said arrogantly and shook his prick at her like a pennant. Bonnie's eyes followed its movement the way a small mammal's gaze follows the movement of an advancing snake.
"C'mon, baby, give it a squeeze," he husked suggestively.
Her hand came up as if of its own accord and her fingers closed on the meaty shaft. It was almost too thick for her small fist. A little shiver went through her at the stiffness of his cock. To Bonnie, it was exactly like squeezing a bar of steel coated by warm latex.
She heard him groan above her as Tom wriggled from beneath her. "Go on, Bonnie," Tom was saying as she began to rub the thick glans all over her face, "go ahead and give him a treat, too."
"Beautiful," she breathed as she felt the velvety flesh of his knob against her soft, flushed cheeks. She could hear the newcomer swallow loudly as she parted her lips against his dick head. With a small whimper of pleasure and excitement, she began sucking his big cock.
Bonnie felt his hands come to either side of her head and tighten in her hair. He began working his prick slowly in and out of her face. Her cunt was drooling the mixture of her thick juices and Tom's abundant deposit, heavy drops of which splattered on the polished floor beneath her steaming cunt.
His cock thickened and hardened and lengthened under her sucking. Her lips were stretched wide and her jaws ached from the strain as he began fucking her face faster. She brought her hands around to grip his fleshy hips. Bonnie tried to moderate his enthusiastic strokes, but the big man was lost in the pleasures of her hot teenaged cocksucking. He wasn't about to be restrained now; he'd watched the last few minutes of heated fucking between his younger partner and the sexy teenager, and he was more than ready to dump his pent-up load into her lovely, pale throat.
"Play with my balls," he growled, pushing his prick farther into her face. Bonnie gagged; his knob had hit the back of her throat and lodged there momentarily. She wrenched free of his hands and leaned back, kneeling with her tight young asscheeks resting on her heels.
"Too big for me," she coughed. "Too big for my mouth-"
"But not for that cute little snatch," he said. He led her hand to his cock. She gripped the iron-hard bar of flesh and automatically began sliding her hand up and down over its length. The mixed lubricants of her saliva and his pre-cum emissions made a sloppy layer of moisture that sloshed softly beneath her moving hand.
"I want to soak my prick in your cunt, baby," he rasped. The idea wasn't repugnant to her, either. His dick felt so hard and long and potent in her hand that she almost ached to know what it would feel like rammed up into her hot little twat. Without thinking about it, she slipped one hand to her cunt and began slowly rubbing and massaging the blood-engorged lips of her pussy, brushing her fingertips over the swollen nodule of her eager clit. When she eased one finger up into the sticky morass of her oven-like cunt, a groan of desire escaped her lips. She wanted to fuck him now-and she wanted it desperately.
"Fuck me," she whispered, leaning back with the astonishing limberness of her taut youth until her shoulders rested on the floor and her legs remained doubled-and widespread-beneath her.
The man stared down at the exposed young cunt tilted up and exposed to him in all its hot, pink splendor. Her hand never left his pecker, so she felt the abrupt, powerful spasm that shot through it. The view was having its effect along with the scent of her savory twat sauces and the thought of what he was about to feel wrapped around his cock.
Led and guided by the slim little hand on his dick, he knelt between her thighs and lowered himself above her.
Bonnie hissed in pleasure as she rubbed the thick glans up and down in the split of her pussy lips, the velvety flesh caressing her clit as no other touch could. With trembling fingers, she fit the knob between the lips of her cunt. They were stretched and spread wide and powerfully by the girth of his cock. With a little lurch, she pushed her hips up and the knob was swallowed past the first constriction and into the tight little channel beyond.
"Fuck, you're tight!" he gasped. "I can feel your cunt sucking at my cock!"
Bonnie felt him shiver above her and knew he was fighting to restrain himself. A little twinge of pleasure at holding such power over the big man added itself to her other enjoyments and Bonnie indulged herself. She began revolving her narrow hips slightly, working them around the pinion of his cock.
The fact that her movements were treating his prick head to an exquisite massage was only incidental. All Bonnie knew was how damn fucking good it felt to have her cunt stretched in so many different and wonderful ways! Little spasms shivered through her lithe form and her hips humped up at him, sliding forward a bit to take more of his big prick up into her hungry hole.
"Oh fuck it, yeah, fuck it!" the big man moaned as his prick was squeezed and nipped by her greedy twat.
"Suck my tits," she whispered. "Suck 'em!"
Obediently, he dipped his head and fastened his lips over her nipples, each in its turn. His mouth was rough on her firm, rounded tits-but that was somehow precisely what she'd craved! His teeth grazed lightly over the fiercely swollen nubbins, closing carefully on them-and then tightening a bit as the pleasures of her hot teenaged cunt momentarily wrenched aside his control.
"Oooooh...." she groaned, trying simultaneously to thrust her tits and cunt up at him. Her hips were jerking uncontrollably as she arched toward the pleasure of her release.
The horny sounds of their fucking filled the quiet summer air of the room. Her cunt sucked noisily at the big dick pistoning in and out of its sloppy grip. The savory aromas of cunt juice intermingled with their musky sweat. Bonnie could feel the flesh of her asscheeks sticking slightly together as the taut moons clenched and relaxed in time with her frantic heavings.
"Haaaarder!" she pleaded, as she suddenly realized that she wanted to feel absolutely stuffed with his fat cock. "I wanna feel it in my belly!"
"Yeah!" he grunted-and began slamming down and into her still faster and harder.
Bonnie worked her legs free and raised them high in the air to either side of his humping hips. She drew her knees back as much as she could and found she could feel his cock driving still "Deeper! More! MORE!" she wailed, desperate to come.
His hands slid down the length of her sweat-slicked form to cup the trim mounds of her buttocks. His fingers pressed the flesh white-and then he redoubled his efforts.
Bonnie grunted as he slammed into her, almost knocking the breath from her. He was pulling her hips up to him in time with his own surges, and the impact was jarring-but it was precisely what she wanted!
"MORE!" she screamed again-and felt his prong spasm longer and thicker and still harder within her. His strokes were shorter and faster, and she knew he was going to dump his boiling load in her soon. She could feel his nuts swinging full and heavy up to slap against the ex posed furrow of her asscheeks.
Now Bonnie began surging fiercely upward as fast as she could, challenging him to meet and exceed her own fucking. Again and again she drove her hips upward to swallow the broad sword of his cock. She began wriggling her hips from side to side as she humped. Again and again his hands slipped off her smooth rear. The mixture of their sweat and the thick, slimy juices bubbling down from her cunt was a lubricant that could be overcome ... that way.
"OWWWW! NO!" she yelled as she felt him hook a finger into her unsullied little asshole.
He ignored her protests, slamming into her again and again until all she was aware of was the pleasure of his cock filling her again and again and that pleasantly stuffed feeling in her rectum, as well, now.
In seconds, Bonnie was astonished to find that she was actually enjoying his finger up her ass. She tried to alternate, driving her cunt up to meet his prick and then her rump down to still more thoroughly impale it on his digit.
Suddenly, a second finger joined the first as, with his other hand, he also hooked into her asshole.
"No-NO-Stop it you fucker it HURTS!!!"
But, as before, he ignored her ... and, as before, she in moments had all but forgotten the pain and was aware only that her asshole, once so tight and small and tiny, had been forcibly tugged open, gaping into an obscenely welcoming maw that even now was nipping and snuggling to his fingers. She drove her ass against his hands and then simply shivered with pleasure as she felt his fingers deep in her rectal opening.
"C'mon and fuck me now," she breathed, scarcely able to summon the will to coordinate word sounds. "Fuck me hard, you bastard!"
Bonnie whimpered with pleasure as he hurled his hips down at her faster and faster, working and wiggling his invading fingers inside her butthole as he fucked her cunt.
"Gonna come in your cunt," he whispered-and then rammed his prick into her so hard and deep that she was sure it was going to stab right up into her belly and fill her throat.
Bonnie wailed with pleasure as she felt his prick twitch and spasm inside her-and then add its boiling load of scalding jism to the hot juices all abroil inside her cunt already.
Again and again she felt his balls jerk in their fleshy sac against her upturned asscheeks. She tried to suck him deeper into her cunt with her inner muscles and opened her legs till they were almost ninety degrees apart, working her cunt feverishly up at him, grinding her swollen clit against the bony ring about the broad base of his thickness through the pubic mat cushioning it.
Just as he sighed and sagged against her, unleashing a final spasm that burst like a gusher into her cunt, Bonnie felt all the tensions uncoiling between her narrow hips in a single long convulsion of pleasure. She nearly blacked-out with the pleasure as her cunt clamped down tightly on the length of his prick, holding it fast within her even as it wilted.
When the two of them finally slumped, limp and exhausted and only half-conscious, to the hard floor, Bonnie's cunt finally relaxed and his fuck-drained prick slipped out. Her cunt lips, uncorked, released a steady stream of jism and pussy sauce to burble down between her legs and puddle on the floor.
He had the good manners to at least roll off her lithe form before slipping into full unconsciousness. Bonnie lay like a momentarily sated nymph, her sleek curves rising and falling, jiggling beautifully as she gasped for breath.
When she'd finally summoned enough energy and will to fully open and focus her lovely eyes, she found herself staring up at the underside of a throbbing, pulsing, fully erect cock that somehow looked familiar.
"Wha-" she began-and then the cock was pushed into her mouth. Almost without realizing what she was doing, Bonnie began eagerly sucking it just at the same moment she found herself beginning to itch for more fucking.
"Watching that scene, baby, I just wanted to get in my last licks ... if you know what I mean," rumbled Tom's lusty hoarsened voice from above her.
Bonnie didn't even try to talk. She just gave herself willingly over to more cocksucking as he pressed the head of his dick toward her pale, outstretched throat and lowered his fingers to her achingly hard nipples.
CHAPTER SIX
Ralph-that was Tom's partner-groaned as she bent and popped the head of his half-stiff cock into her mouth. She immediately began sucking it and laving it, twirling her tongue about the smooth glans as she worked her fingers slowly along the shaft, trying to coax life and full stiffness back into the limp prick.
"Give me a break, baby," he moaned. "I'm not a kid like Tom, and I'm pretty well fucked out. You've got just about all I've got to give ... for now." He grinned lopsidedly.
She rested her hand lightly on Tom's prick-the same prick that had only moments before been gushing long, thick streams of hot cum into her avidly sucking mouth. Her lips and chin were still slimy with the overflow.
"Same here, honey-and I can't even plead old age." He gently removed her fingers. "Don't you ever get enough-"
He was interrupted by the sound of the grandfather clock-an authentic antique; her mother would settle for nothing less-striking noon.
"Holy shit," Ralph breathed. "We're supposed to have this place done today."
"The boss is going to have our asses for trophies," Tom agreed.
The two men scrambled to their feet and quickly began dressing.
"Well, can't you tell them something came up?" Bonnie asked innocently. She was kneeling on the floor, naked and gorgeous and still flushed with her many orgasms. "No pun intended," she added hastily.
Tom smiled politely. "You can't tell the boss anything when he gets into a snit."
"Damn straight." Ralph was pulling on his shoes.
Bonnie thought it over for a moment. She felt more than partially responsible for the fix the two men were in. After all, she hadn't exactly discouraged them from dallying.
And she certainly had enjoyed their dallying. Maybe she owed them something....and maybe there was a way to show her own independence at the same time.
"All right," she said firmly, bouncing to her feet, "I'm going to help."
"What?" two voices asked in chorus.
"You heard me. I know how to use a paintbrush and a roller." She cocked her hip and rested a hand defiantly on the soft flare. "Or don't you think I can do it."
Tom looked to Ralph, and the older man quickly turned into a diplomat. "Well, it isn't that, honey, but-"
"Fine!" She jogged quickly up the stairs to her room and pulled out her grubby digging-in-the-garden clothes.
When she stepped outside, the two men were just pouring freshly stirred paint into roller trays.
"You're serious?" Tom asked.
"You betcha." She was determined, now.
"All right," Ralph said. He handed her a two-inch brush and a freshly opened can of enamel. "Ever paint trim work?"
"Uh-huh," she said, nodding. And she had-once, helping a friend paint her room, when a friend's parents had refused to pay for a painter to apply bright lavender.
"Fine," Ralph said. "You start on the ground-floor windows and finish them and the door frames. We'll work our way down from the roof."
Bonnie glanced up at the tall extension ladders. "I'm not afraid of heights-"
"Forget it." Ralph's tone left no appeal. "Ladder work is not for amateurs. You take care of this diddly trim stuff and you'll be doing us a big help. That or nothing."
"It would really help?"
"Believe me, it would." Tom was already halfway up a ladder. "That fine-detail brush work takes almost as long as the big stuff."
She took a deep breath, hefted her brush like a dueling sword and turned toward the nearest window.
"I'll be damned," said Ralph. "Double-dipped," said Tom. "She finished them," said Ralph.
"And they all look good," said Tom.
"I'll be damned," repeated Ralph.
"Where is she?" wondered Tom.
"A little refreshment, gentlemen?" asked Bonnie. She hipped the door open and stepped outside with a tray. On it were two cold Buds and an icy bottle of Coke. She smiled happily. She'd overheard. She was tired, ached, had nearly as much paint on herself and her clothes as she'd gotten on the frames-but not a drop had hit the windows, so she felt terrific.
"Thanks, babe." They took the beers and drank deeply-after toasting her with a gentle incline of the bottles.
"What's left?"
"Nothing," said Ralph. "With that sash and trim work out of the way, the rest went fast."
"That's it?"
"You got it," Tom confirmed. He glanced at his watch. "And twenty minutes ahead of schedule."
They were just settling tiredly onto the low steps up to the sundeck when Bonnie heard a car door slam, footsteps on the drive and "What the HELL happened to you?"
Her mother's voice was a shrill screech that frightened birds and small, arboreal creatures into silence. The two men tensed at her tone. Bonnie stifled the impulse to tell her mother the truth: I tied these guys up fucking them for so long that I thought I'd pitch in and help them, Mother.
"You always said blue was my color, Mother," she replied.
Her mother was livid. "Barbara Annette Smythe Saunders, you get that disgusting stuff cleaned off you this minute!"
"Cool down, Mother-it's Sears' Best."
"What?"
"Remember," Ralph muttered, "you've got to live with her."
"Thanks for the words of encouragement," Bonnie grunted. "What's the hassle, Mother?" she called, slowly standing.
"The hassle, young lady, is that your father is bringing houseguests, and I'll have you be properly presentable for them."
Tom and Ralph drained their bottles and put them back on the tray. "I think our ride is going to be here soon," Ralph said coolly. "We better get ready."
Bonnie languorously gathered the empties and straightened things up. "Mother, you don't give my darling brother a hard time, so kindly refrain from jumping all over me."
"Your brother is going to be at dinner tonight, for your smart-mouthed information, and he will look presentable-"
"Eddie? For dinner? Here?" Bonnie blinked. This was a big deal. "Be right with you, Mother, be right with you." She turned to the painter-fuckers. "Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure." She licked her lips slowly for their benefit.
"If you ever need a summer job," Ralph said, "I'll recommend you."
"Thank you, sir. Good day, gentlemen." She was having difficulty keeping a straight face. Bonnie turned and carried the tray into the house. Mrs. O'Hara was beginning dinner preparations. The woman said nothing-but gave Bonnie a slow look, glanced at the two painters and then back at Bonnie.
Bonnie had a feeling that the woman knew. Somehow, she knew. "Hello, Mrs. O'Hara," Bonnie said brightly, and hurried past her to the stairs.
"Miss Bonnie?"
She turned halfway up the stairs. "Yes?"
"Warm water and mild soap. Hot water makes it harden. Mild soap for the hair, too."
"Why, thank you, Mrs. O'Hara."
"Us girls have to stick together."
That didn't hit Bonnie till she was about to step into her shower-and recalled that though she hadn't picked up her hastily discarded bikini bottom and T-shirt, they'd been nowhere in sight.
Mrs. O'Hara, she thought to herself.
"So she knows," Bonnie said, and stepped under the stinging needles of spray.
The temptation to dawdle was great-especially when she was soaping her lush young tits. But she heard a car in the driveway and remembered that this was a special-event dinner. So special that her brother was going to be at the table.
Bonnie reached for a towel-and found none. "Dammit," she muttered. She'd have to get one from the hall linen closet. She toe-danced across her room, as if that would prevent wet footprints, and opened the hallway door.
"Oh, hi, Bo-Bo-Bo-"
Her brother was standing there, eyes nearly bugging out of his head at the sight of her naked, dripping young body. She'd surprised and shocked him with her sudden, bare appearance ... but hadn't so surprised him that his eyes failed to sweep quickly over her. Missing nothing, from ripe, firm breasts to flat little tummy to pouting pussy lips peeking out from her slicked-down pubic mat.
Bonnie slammed the door in his face. "Sorry," she called breathlessly.
"Any time, little sister," he answered softly.
"What?"
"That's okay. Need a towel?"
"Y-yes. Please." She reached around the door as she opened it the width of a slender forearm, no more. Fingertips brushed the underside of her wrist as the towel fell into her grasp. When she closed the door and started toweling herself, she found her nipples had stiffened to aching points. She told herself it was the cool air of the room on her damp flesh. She knew it wasn't true.
Beyond that, she did want to think about it. Not now.
"Hello, Bonnie."
"Hello, Daddy." She presented her cheek for a paternal peck. Her father held her by the shoulders at arm's length and nodded.
"You look lovely. I hope you didn't get all dolled up just for my guests' benefit."
She dimpled at his implied compliment, as well. "I just thought I'd prove I still have a dress, Daddy." She twirled for him. Blue was her color, and a pale dress accented her tan by its color as it accented her lithe young figure by its cut. She wore it also to appease her mother.
Their guests were a potential client and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Batson. "Call me Jack," boomed Mr. Potential Client with a smile so beamingly paternal that she wasn't surprised at the way his eyes roamed the low-cut front of her dress. Jack Batson, like her father, was somewhere in his early forties, exuded confidence, sharp good humor and a certain forced, aggressively self-conscious virility. Bonnie thought her daddy was more handsome.
Mrs. Batson was in her late thirties, showed that even the efforts to maintain her prettiness of youth were fading at the edges, and was already at least tipsy and working on becoming drunk. In other words, to Bonnie, she was a lot like Bonnie's mother.
Her mother, however, was generally civilized through dinner. Except for a couple of snide remarks about her daughter, the laboror.
"What's she mean, Bonnie?"
"Oh, nothing, really, Daddy."
"Tell us, Bonnie." Jack Client was sitting next to Bonnie and now-as he had managed to do three or four times already-he squeezed her hand. Paternally. "Tell us. You're among friends."
"No, really-"
"Tell us, Bonnie." said her brother from her other side. "You're among friends." There was laughter in his eyes at her expression.
She sighed deeply, then told them how she'd helped the painters "to be sure it would all be done today and because I was bored."
"That's terrific, Bonnie," her father said, approving.
"Wunnerful," mumbled Mrs. Client.
They were just finishing the main course when she felt the hand on her thigh, just above her knee. Bonnie kept her cool and unobtrusively removed it. Thirty seconds later, it was back-and higher. She turned her steak knife about in her hand and held it like a weapon, moving it slowly toward the edge of the table. At some point, Jack Batson got the message and removed the hand himself.
During dessert it returned. Bonnie turned and looked him right in the eye-as soon as he took his eyes from the valley vista visible down the front of her dress. She hoped the implied threat of her gesture-especially in the presence of his increasingly loaded wife and her father would force him to back off.
The hand moved higher-and to the inside of her thigh.
He smiled.
"Is everything all right, Bonnie?" asked her father.
Batson's hand crept another inch higher. She clamped her thighs shut, hoping to stop his movement.
"Fine, Daddy," she said evenly. "Mr. Batson, do you feel a draft?"
He smiled-paternally, of course-and said, "No, not at all. And call me Jack."
"Must be my imagination," she said. "Nothing more." She turned back to the table-and in the process, Batson got his hand close enough to her pussy to begin tickling the taut panty material over her cunt lips. Her swollen cunt lips. Which guarded the entrance to her thoroughly soaked cunt.
To Bonnie's utter amazement, she was getting turned on. Whether it was the possibility of being caught, the absolute madness of this going on right in the same room with so many people who could be expected to raise objections-at the least-or simply the fact that she was on a fuck streak and generally making up for lost time ... whatever it was, she was getting turned-on and her motor was revving up to high speed.
She tried valiantly to fight it. Noble resolve and all that. But even firm young muscles tire, and her thighs began to relax as she took a bite of the cheesecake and just like that, the hand again moved.
And now a finger was actually inside her panties, brushing the lips of her gash and moving in on her stiff little clitoris. There was no way he could fail to feel the wetness of her cunt or its heat. Bonnie didn't know how it could be that everyone at the table had failed to notice the waves of heat rising from her crotch, how the tablecloth had failed to scorch, how clouds of pussy-juice steam could not be rising.
The finger knew its stuff. Her thighs quivered now not just with tension and weariness, but with pleasure. She found herself struggling to refrain from squirming on the seat. The hand shifted and the finger moved....
... and he was actually easing it into her cunt!
Bonnie made a sound, an odd sound, somewhere between a gasp and a quiet scream-and a moan.
"You okay, Bonnie?"
"I-I'm fine, D-Daddy. Just a twinge."
"Must have been all that common laboring, hic," chirruped her mother. The small, lady-like hiccough was a signal that her mother would soon be a candidate for passing out. The only question was who would go first-her mother or Mrs. Batson.
Or Bonnie, herself. The finger was deeper now and wiggling, rubbing the inside of her cunt, pumping slowly, maddeningly in and out. Bonnie could feel the demanding urge to pump her own lithe hips in response, to fuck back at it, to writhe and squirm and revolve around the delightful digit delving deeply into her delicious divide.
"Don't be silly," said her father. "Bonnie is young and swims and rides and walks all the time. That's why she has such a lovely figure."
"She certainly does," said Mr. Potential Client Jack Batson, paternally, as he finger-fucked her. "You know, Bonnie, I have a daughter just about your age. By my first wife."
"O-oh, really? Do you ... get to spend much time with her?" She'd almost asked if he finger-fucked her very often.
"Not as much as I'd really like to. I don't think those of us in the older generation spend as much time as we should with bright young people. What do you think, Bonnie?"
She tried to smile, managed to nod.
"I think you could benefit from our experience. I know I always feel I've benefitted from fresh, young ... ideas and approaches."
"I-I'm sure you're right."
"Don't you like your cheesecake, Bonnie?" asked Batson, as his finger dove to the first knuckle in her hot, now-convulsing cunt.
"It's d-delicious," she stammered. "I'm just feeling ... full. If you know what I mean." She was terrified that she was going to come, howling and screaming and gasping and writhing, right there at the table. Already, her little cunt was convulsing and nipping at the invading finger and her belly was rippling. Her legs had opened wantonly wide and she was slightly slouched-and all done without thought as her hungry young twat reached for more of the fucking-finger fun.
For the first time she realized that everyone else had already finished their dessert.
"Well, then," said her father, pushing away from the table, "what say we adjourn to the yard for an after-dinner drink?"
"Seconded," her mother said.
"Thirded," muttered Mrs. Batson. "Or is this my sixth?"
Client Jack Batson removed the finger-Bonnie was horrified that she could actually hear her own hot cunt sucking wetly at the withdrawing digit!-and pulled away from the table as well. "Excellent idea. And that cheesecake was delicious."
He paused till he knew Bonnie was watching, and then stuck his finger in his mouth. "Delicious," he repeated fervently. "If I can't have more, I want the recipe. Got to have it."
"I didn't know you were so fond of cheesecake" said Bonnie's father, "or I'd have had more prepared."
"Maybe Bonnie will let me have hers," Batson said.
"What do you say, Bonnie?" asked her dad.
Bonnie stood as Batson withdrew the chair. Her legs were wobbly. She was tense, right on the edge of her climax. And she had to answer.
"S-sure," she said. "Why not!" He took her remaining cheesecake, plate and all, and ate it with his fingers as they walked through the big sliding-glass doors to the yard. By the time they'd stepped onto the low porch, he'd finished it and was again licking his fingers-including that finger-with obvious relish.
The shadows hid her blush, but nothing could stop the gush of cunt juices down her thighs. Bonnie waited the minimum polite interval after everyone was seated and served in the glow of the gas lamps before pleading weariness and excusing herself to her room.
She wasn't surprised that sleep failed to come easily ... or that she found her mind fixed on the memory of Batson's bold finger fucking her gash. The more she thought about it, the hotter she became-and finally got-off to relieve the tension. She buried her screams in the pillow and welcomed sleep.
Hours later, when even the yard lights were dark and the only sounds in the sweltering summer night were the crickets' maddening chirrups, she awoke-and wasn't sure what had disturbed her. Until she heard her door creak again as it opened wider. He was silhouetted momentarily against the light streaming through the opening. The front of his dressing gown was tented with his hard-on. Bonnie knew she should scream or at least pull the covers up over her. The skimpy tanktop failed to hide either the size or curve of her lush tits-and the stiff tips of her nipples were out-lined clearly against the material, even what little of the light of the new moon filtered through the sheer curtains on her window.
He walked directly to the side of her bed and stood there with his obscenely bulging dressing robe even with her pillow.
"Give me your hand," he said.
Like an automaton or like a dreamer, Bonnie watched her hand reach up and be taken by his. He guided it to the loose knot in the sash. It opened easily and the front of the robe parted. His cock was large-both long and thick-and stood out perpendicular to his flat stomach. For a man with a daughter her age, he was in surprisingly good shape. But Bonnie barely noticed this. Her eyes were fixed on his prick-head. She was inexplicably fascinated by the steady throbbing of the potent piece of meat.
She let him guide her hand to it, her fingers barely encircling its girth.
"Squeeze it."
She tightened her grip, savoring the steely hardness. It gave a lurch in her hand and she caught her breath in her throat as she began, unasked, to move her hand up and down the length of it. Her fingertips lightly skinned the soft flesh, barely sensing the rigidity beneath.
"Ahhhh ... that's good, little girl, that's good." He moved closer and then knelt on the bed. The weight depressed the mattress, rolling her slightly toward him. His dick was at mouth level and she craved the feel of it in her oral channel, the taste of it on her tongue, the heat and scent She opened her lips and sucked his cock inside. "Yes, yes, what a good girl," he rasped. His hand was on her head, tousling her hair as if she were a child. Yet something in the gesture affected her enormously. She pressed her head forward, her cheek still resting in her pillow, and took fully half of his schlong into her mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes, please suck me like that," he crooned. "It's so nice."
She lay there, her head turned to the side and her mouth filled with half his prick, and calmly sucked. Her tongue moved gently, unhurriedly, back and forth against the underside of his prick. She felt his dick thickening and twitching still more and was glad he was enjoying it. There was something so very restful and pleasant about it, yet something incredibly exciting at the same time. The itch within her cunt had returned and was growing steadily more demanding.
Bonnie found herself moving her hips slowly back and forth, almost in time to the movements of her tongue. Her legs and thighs were parted and she had slipped a hand down to rub her bare cunt. Funny, how she hadn't noticed on first awakening that she'd left her panties off after masturbating.
Now she noticed and was glad. Her fingers were moving quickly over her cunt and clit as her tongue moved sweetly and almost aimlessly over the cock that was now beginning to saw in and out of her mouth. His fingers had entangled in her hair, and he was moving her head in time to the gentle movements of his hips. She could hear him puffing with growing excitement even as she raised a hand to smear cunt juice on one nipple, and she groaned deep down in her throat at the twin pleasures of clit and nipple. She did the same to the other breast, smearing the ooze onto the tit-flesh around the hard point as well, and heard herself whimpering softly even before her hand had made the return trip to her cunt.
Batson was sawing his dick faster into her mouth now. She knew he was going to come and flood her throat and mouth and belly with his hot jizz, and she wanted that, wanted to drink him down. When she heard the soft moans as he struggled to restrain himself, she worked her hand up between his legs and lightly caressed his tight balls and, at the same time, forced her face forward, taking the head of his penis right into her throat for a moment. As soon as she began to gag, she pulled away-but it was enough to set him off.
With a hiss of surrender, he shot his hot load, uncorking the boiling stream into her eagerly sucking mouth. She tightened her lips around his shaft and sucked all the harder, pumping his prick-stem with her fingers and milking all she could from his big pecker. And all the time, she added to her pleasure by frantically pumping her fingers in and out of her tight young cunt.
When Batson finally backed away, pulling his prick from her lips with an audible sucking sound, Bonnie was again on the verge of orgasm and craving release. She rolled onto her back, drew her legs up until her thighs were nearly against her heaving tits and began working at the area between her legs with the fingers of both hands. She squeezed, rubbed and probed her steaming box until she finally gained the temporary satiation of a small orgasm.
As she came, she began to moan louder and louder, her voice rapidly rising in volume and pitch. She knew she was going to betray them both if she cut loose-and quickly ducked her head forward to suck his wilted prick into her mouth. She vented her oral release upon his dick, lavishing upon it all the energy of her impulsive young orgasm.
Batson had no choice but to respond. He felt her lips about his prick, felt the suction pulling more blood into his dong and felt his balls stirring with a vitality that belied both his years and his alcoholic content. By the time she'd relaxed and freed his prick, his cock was already halfway back to full erection.
As she lay there gasping for breath, her heaving young tits clearly revealed through the dampened material of the skimpy tanktop and hips still gently undulating, Batson knew she wanted more than she'd gotten.
And so did he.
He threw the covers completely off her, spread her legs again with his big hands and quickly climbed in between. His cock wasn't fully hardened yet, but it was stiff enough and large enough for starters, even with her tight young cunt.
He stuffed his prick into her snatch and slowly settled atop her, crushing her firm boobs beneath his broad chest and worming the rest of his long dick into her twat.
Bonnie sucked in a long, deep breath as she felt his cock burrowing up into her quim. His dick was nice and limber, yet still hard and thick enough to overwhelm her senses as she felt the thick glans boring deeper and deeper into her taut little belly. She wiggled her hips and reached with her cunt to hurry it in.
With his dick locked inside her cunt, Bonnie pressed her pussy up against him, grinding her clit against the bony ring at the base of his mature cock through the thick mat of lush, wiry pubic hair. Her breath was coming faster now and she felt her nipples spindling into his chest through the single layer of cotton covering them. She raised her legs and pressed her heels against his firm asscheeks, trying to simultaneously drive him deeper while pulling herself more urgently up against him.
She began to rock back and forth, massaging his cock with the full length of her tight, teenaged pussy. She felt his pecker getting harder and thicker and longer inside her, reaching deeper and deeper into her belly with each passing second and each additional pulse beat.
In moments, Bonnie was gasping and heaving her hips beneath the older man-and he was beginning to pump up and down over her. His strokes became longer and faster and more urgent. The first edge of his arousal had been blunted by her suck-off earlier; knowing he was good for hours gave Batson the last bit of additional confidence he needed to really show the kid what he could do.
And Bonnie-Bonnie was ready to cook. She wanted at least as much as he did, and if she didn't know-or care-that she was the best-looking, hottest and sexiest little cunt he'd ever laid his cock to, it didn't matter. All she knew was that she wanted just what he was giving her ... and she wanted more of it!
"Get that cunt up here!" he rasped at her. His hands slid down to her narrow hips, guiding and hurrying her hot, humping response to his fuck surges.
Bonnie felt a little chill of pleasure at his words and tone-but most of all, at what he was doing. The older man was giving her the benefit of his years of experience, varying the angle and depth and speed of his strokes. She was never able to settle in to a rhythm. First he came at her from one side, then from the other, but much slower, letting her feel the pressure of his cock-head against the walls of her cunt as it dug deeper into her belly. Then he suddenly pulled her hips high for maximum penetration and took advantage of the angle by powering the full length of his thick meat deep into her belly.
Bonnie gasped and hugged him, hanging on for dear life as he reamed and battered her. His strokes knocked the breath from her, and then they were so slow and measured and restrained that she found herself whimpering with eagerness for him to push all the way. Again and again she felt his big, hairy nuts swinging up to slap into the space between her legs or against her taut little asscheeks.
She came again and again. She'd been more than ready to climax when she'd awakened, and the combination of the illicit depravity of what she was doing with the danger of discovery was a heady mixture, amplifying the pleasure of her seemingly tireless older fucker. Again and again he pumped his thick prick into her hot, tight little hole, churning her thick juices into something even thicker, something that was almost like a butter of cunt sauces. Her quim clutched and spasmed uncontrollably, the powerful muscles of her athletic little pussy clipping and nipping at the potent poker probing her horny hole. Her cunt lips, always tight and now tighter that they were swollen and still more tightly drawn by the effort of encompassing his thick joint, chafed without pause against the sensitive sides of her blood-engorged clitoris. And when he came into her from high up, running the broad back of his cock against the ultrasensitive tip of her filly trigger, the orgasms became excruciating.
Bonnie groaned and gurgled, babbling unintelligible but vaguely obscene nonsense. She growled and nipped at his flesh whenever it came within reach. She felt as if she were losing her mind and knew she was beyond all self-control, totally caught up and swept away in the pleasure of this merciless balling.
She wanted to feel him coming in her, needed it, craved the sensation of his hot juices gushing into her cuntal cavity. "Fuck me, come in me, fill me up you guuuuuuAAAHHHH!!-FUCK!"
Batson felt his control waning. His prick was massaged nearly into numbness by the tight young cunt wrapped around it, but even he wasn't immune to the charms of the luscious teenager. He felt his control fading-and all the faster as he felt her climax and heard her pleading to feel his explosion in her belly.
He wasn't going to last long-and he knew it. Batson was determined that he was going to give the girl a fucking she'd never forget.
She'd certainly done it for him.
Bonnie gasped as he quickened and shortened his strokes, leaning back and away onto his knees between her legs and jabbing into her hot little cunt with just half his cock. Then she felt his hands gripping her ankles. She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but at this point she was game for anything he wanted to try.
He pushed her shapely legs up and back, farther and farther, taking full advantage of her limber youth and lithe, trim form. Farther and farther, till her knees were almost against her shoulders and her thighs were pressing thoughtlessly, unappreciatively, into the firm mounds of her swollen tits. And all the time, he continued gyrating his thick, twitching prick within the outer confines of her cunt.
When her ankles were beside her ears and she was arched up and fully opened to him, with her cunt stretched around his prick and pointing up at him in welcoming wetness, he again lowered himself above her. Bonnie felt opened as never before in her life, open and ready for whatever he might throw at her.
She knew it was going to be exceptional and good, and to stretch the boundaries of her experience as he had already stretched her cunt.
She wasn't disappointed.
"What do you want, cunt?" he growled.
"Fuck-fuck me-fuck-"
"How? Slow and soft like this...?" he teased, easing his thick dong less than halfway down into her receptive snatch and then, backing off with equal, maddening slowness.
She grunted and heaved her hips frantically up at him-but her position and his grip controlled her. "Harder-deeper-please fuck me harder-"
"All right, baby," he whispered, his face inches from hers and his weight pinning her legs back till her joints ached. "I'm gonna put my big cock so far up inside you that you're gonna think it's going right into your guts!"
She whimpered and shivered with pleasured anticipation.
"I'm going to drive my dick into you till you feel your insides stretching to take it all!"
She was making odd little noises and writhing in complete abandon. Sweat poured off her lithe form.
"You ready, little cunt?"
"Yes! YES!!!"
He balanced himself atop his cock, with just his knob locked in the tight grip of her hot little pussy lips-and then he let his entire weight drive his dick down and into her tautly indrawn belly, splitting open the upturned cunt.
Bonnie's scream was muffled against his chest as she felt his prick reaching deep inside her, and his glans slamming into the end of her tight fuck tunnel, stretching and bending the tube, forcing it to mold itself to his shape. He growled and ground his hips, forcing the last half-inch into her and wedging open whatever it was deep in her guts that resisted him.
Bonnie screamed into his chest again-and then closed her teeth on his shoulder till she tasted his blood. Something far, far up inside her belly had been forced to give way before the relentless drive of his dong-and it had not given way painlessly.
But at the same time, she felt utterly and completely fucked. It seemed totally beyond possibility that she had ever not had his wonderfully big cock buried inside her cunt and belly. His balls felt perfectly in place against her upturned rear end and the shallow furrow of her widespread little asscheeks.
He withdrew three-quarters of the way, then plunged down into her again. This time the way was open and ready, and Bonnie whoofed softly as the pressure pushed the breath from her-and drove her higher.
Again he plunged into her. She tossed her hips up at him as best she could in the awkward position, meeting his thrust. And again-and again And then he was pumping wildly into her, sawing the full length of his thick, hard cock in and out of her with breathless speed and an urgency that Bonnie felt as well. His cock had become as hard as iron again, without the slightest give or limberness to it. She felt her guts churning and her pussy clutching, and knew she was going to climax the instant she felt the first gusher of his ball-juice splashing into her belly.
And she knew from the way his prick was throbbing against the squeezing of her vaginal walls that she was going to feel his eruption within moments.
"Suck me with that sweet little pussy-yeah-can't hold it any longer, baby, can't-"
"Come in me!" she wailed against his neck. "I want to feel you come in me!"
That did it. With a sigh and a groan, he sagged down against her and his nuts humped frantically in the loose sac of flesh where it rested against her ass. She felt the jerkings a second before she felt his cock swell, and the rich, thick geyser of hot cum began spilling deep, deep into her.
Bonnie came, right on schedule, her cunt clamping onto his prick, squeezing and milking and, yes, sucking the big stalk of meat for every drop of hot jism. She felt it sloshing and spilling into her, and came with an intensity that shattered her awareness....
... except for the small part of her mind still functioning well enough to wonder when he moaned half deliriously, "Yes, yes, that's a good girl, make Daddy feel all better...."
When he half-rolled away from her and tumbled limply onto the cushioning-and, thankfully, noise-muffling pile of discarded bedcovers, Bonnie felt her joints creaking with relief. But as she put her legs down, her cunt came down, too-and the rich mixture of their copious fuck juices began to drool out from between the tightly pressed lips of her still-swollen snatch.
And then he did something that stunned-and thrilled her yet more. He climbed to his knees beside the bed, obviously ragged with exhaustion. He leaned onto the bed and parted her still-quivering thighs-and jammed his face into the musky, murky morass of her snatch.
Bonnie felt his tongue lapping at her inner cunt flesh. His lips were moving against her pussy petals and clit, and she shuddered off into yet another orgasm, this one of the gentle, sweetly rolling variety.
When he pulled his face from between her legs, her cunt was cleaned of its spill, and his face was slick with the stuff.
"Gorgeous," he hissed. "You've got the sweetest little snatch...."
She could only mumble in reply, too far gone down the road to oblivion to do more. But it was obviously enough for Batson. He staggered to his feet and pulled the robe on and slipped through the door of her room on bare feet and rubbery legs.
Bonnie could do no more than roll onto her belly and trap one hand between her weary legs, cupping her cunt and occasionally fingering it with an automatic, reflexive movement.
She was too far gone to hear the door to the guest room open and close as Batson rejoined his wife, who snored loudly in her drunken stupor.
As she was much too far gone to hear the soft grunts of effort and pleasure as, outside her window, a hand raced up and down over an achingly hard cock, trying to coax that one last ejaculation that would soften the unyielding rigidity, release the tension and ease the frustrated lust that had gripped him since he'd begun watching his little sister receive, suck and fuck their houseguest earlier in the evening.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bonnie awoke the next morning from a horrible nightmare in which her family stood in the door of their summer house and-with the unique absurdity of a dream-chased Bonnie out into a driving snowstorm, her newborn infant in her well-tanned arms.
The morning light was bright as it could only be well before her usual rising time. The house was quiet, save the loud snoring from her parents' room and guest room. She quietly showered, dressed and borrowed the Lynx. Only when she was in the car and heard the radio did she realize just how early it really was, barely ten.
She was waiting at the door when Dr. Kramer entered his offices. With barely a raised eyebrow, he questioned her for changes since her last physical and wrote the prescription. The pharmacist gave her a three-month supply of the Pill, and Bonnie felt herself relaxing inside.
Only Mrs. O'Hara and her brother were up and about when Bonnie returned to the house. Eddie was doing his morning stint in the pool-fifty laps-and Mrs. O was baking shortbread. Bonnie felt a decided warming by the woman toward her, and made small talk for a few minutes before taking a cup of the strong, dark coffee outside, along with the latest issue of Cosmopolitan.
Even clad in only the cutoffs, halter and T-shirt and sitting beneath the big umbrella, Bonnie was having difficulty concentrating on her magazine with the unrelenting heat of the hazy midmorning sun. She stripped off her Tshirt and sat back in the chaise lounge, glancing at the pool ... just in time to see her brother eyeing her.
He didn't look away.
"Something wrong, Eddie?"
He shook his head.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
He hoisted himself out of the pool with a single, graceful motion that belied the strength and power required. The water streamed off his slick flesh, beading on the sleek muscles and lean lines of his physique. Almost for the first time, Bonnie noticed just how well-built her brother was. Eddie was undeniably handsome, but there was also a cat-like sensuality in his stride and stance that was ... drawing.
Without thinking of it or willing it, she found her gaze quickly skimming lower, past the broad chest and lean, hard belly to the small bright cloth of his swimmer's bathing suit.
It was well-packed and she found herself wondering....Then she remembered the way he had gazed at her naked body the previous afternoon.
He stood next to the lounger, and she turned her head to look up at him. His head was directly between her face and the sun. She squinted. "What do you want, Eddie?" she asked, hearing just the hint of a quiver in her own voice.
He didn't reply immediately, and she found that squinting up at him tired her neck. She turned her head and found that precisely at her eye level was an extremely well-packed swimming brief. A swimming brief that had no jock or athletic support beneath it. A nylon swimming brief which, thoroughly soaked, was glued to her brother's penis and balls like a second skin.
Revealing to her slowly widening eyes the outline of a big, fat, stiff, throbbing chunk of cock.
"Maybe I should ask you the same thing, Sis," he said insinuatingly-and then turned and strode back toward the house. Her eyes fastened on the firm buns twitching within the briefs, hard asscheeks that were solid, manly muscle and capable of pumping a nice long, thick prick in and out of her tight young pussy until she was screaming with pleasure as she came and came Stop it! she ordered herself.
But it was too late. The indulgences of the past few days, the heat of the sun on her already-smoldering young body, the knowing, cocksure way he'd come to her and posed the intentionally ambiguous question-not to mention the sight of that virile young cock within his briefs only inches from her suddenly dry mouth-all combined to send her horny thoughts off through a gallery of mental images that all featured Bonnie getting thoroughly and well-fucked by her brother's big, fat prick.
Bonnie rubbed her long legs, trying to ease the itching between her thighs. She glanced down and saw that the fabric at the crotch of her cutoffs was already darkening with telltale moisture.
In the past few days, Bonnie had come to know herself and her desires well enough to realize that only one thing was going to slake her hunger for cock for any reasonable period of time.
And she also knew that if she wasn't exceedingly cautious, she was going to be balling her brother to satisfy those hot needs. Bonnie needed something with which to occupy herself, companionship that would help her keep herself in line.
Or at least help her find another outlet for the volcanic desires smoldering in her snatch.
Bonnie didn't have a large number of friends in her age group there at the summer town, and those few peers with whom she had some acquaintance were exactly the girls she usually tried to avoid. Sherry was too damned class-conscious for Bonnie's taste, and Maureen was always looking for guys to get it on with-as long as they had the money to show her a good time in exchange.
But about Barbara, there was an air of calm that was just what Bonnie was looking for. Barbara, who was usually just a bit too unconventional, too much the stereotypical Earth Mother in her appearance and manner and aura for Bonnie to be comfortable around her for any period of time. There were times during the course of the school year-Barbara attended the same pretentiously over priced and over-titled private academy as Bonnie-that she suspected the buxom brunette was permanently stoned on exceptionally mellow grass.
Barbara's mother directed Bonnie to the narrow strip of private beach that came with their property. Bonnie found her schoolmate basking in the sun in a small cove formed by high dunes on two sides and an immense boulder on the third.
Barbara acted as if it were the most usual thing possible for Bonnie to have come by, though Bonnie hadn't visited the girl once in the eight years they'd been schoolmates.
"Join me?"
Bonnie smiled, grateful for the lack of questions, and spread her blanket. In a moment, clad only in her bikini, she was sprawled face-down near Barbara, basking in the sun and Barbara's serene, accepting aura.
Bonnie first realized she'd dozed when the gentle touch of a warm hand on her shoulder woke her.
"I'm going for a dip. Watch me?"
"Oh. Sure.." There was no lifeguard on the beach. Bonnie sat up and watched Barbara stride toward the gentle surf. Amble was a better word for Barbara's languorous steps. Bonnie found herself watching Barbara's butt move within her swimsuit. Barbara wasn't so much buxom as voluptuous, Bonnie realized. There was not one centimeter of excess on Barbara's curvy hips or ripe, full ass. And, as Bonnie watched the young woman jog through the shallows and hurl herself into a welcoming breaker, there wasn't a hint of sag to Barbara's magnificent breasts.
Barbara surfaced beyond the breakers, hurling herself high into the air to plunge back in like a porpoise, sleek and lithe and at home with the elements.
Magnificent. That was definitely the word for Barbara's breasts, and no other word would do them justice. Bonnie frankly admired the young woman's figure as she jogged up the beach toward the blankets, flushed with exertion and sleek with ocean water, the droplets glistening happily in the sun as they caressed Barbara's curves.
"You're staring at my tits," Barbara commented.
Bonnie felt her face redden and looked quickly away.
Barbara knelt in front of her on the blanket and took Bonnie's face in both her hands, gently forcing her to look into her dark eyes. Barbara was smiling.
"Don't be embarrassed. I'm used to people looking at my boobs," Barbara said. "They're awfully big, aren't they?"
Bonnie nodded. "Th-they are. I'm sorry-"
"Don't be. Do you think they're ugly?"
"Oh, no, you have beautiful breasts! They're magnificent!"
Barbara's smile returned, all radiance and pleasure. "Then don't be ashamed to be caught looking at what you think is beautiful, okay?"
Barbara waited a moment, then repeated the question.
"Okay," Bonnie answered, suddenly feeling much younger than her classmate.
"Oh, look," Barbara said, "I've gotten your blanket all wet."
Bonnie looked down automatically-and noticed that Barbara's nipples were swollen, spiking against the fabric of her top.
"Oh, that's okay," she said quickly. "The sun will dry it pretty fast."
Barbara stood and began toweling. Bonnie stared, caught herself, began to look away, recalled Barbara's admonition, and then frankly and directly stared.
"Jealousy, envy or pity?"
"What?" Bonnie asked.
"You're looking at my boobs," Barbara said, tossing the towel flat in the sun to dry on her blanket. She stood in front of Bonnie, hands on full, young hips. "And you're thinking something and feeling something. What?"
"It's not so much how big they are," Bonnie said. "But they're so firm. That suit doesn't have any cups in it for support, does it?"
Barbara looked down at her tits where they filled and strained the top of her suit. Her nipples still protruded clearly against the flimsy fabric.
"No. It's the most comfortable thing for the beach I have-next to skin." She knelt, facing Bonnie. "I don't wear this one if I expect people around. Too sensitive."
"What are too sensitive?"
"These." Barbara slid her hands up over her flat belly to gently cup her mammoth mammaries and catch the swollen points of her nipples through the fabric with her thumbs and forefingers. She tweaked them gently and then tugged more enthusiastically. Her eyelids half-closed and she sighed deeply. "The slighest touch and ... Mmmmmm." She dropped her hands from her tits, shook herself and opened her eyes wider.
"Private beach like this, I'm surprised you wear anything at all-if not for support," Bonnie said.
"My dear mother gets offended and all upset if she comes down here and finds me with my boobs hanging out."
"She won't. When I got to your house she was just on her way out. Said she was going to get her hair done."
"Really?"
"Truth."
"Would you mind if-?" Bonnie shook her head.
"Oh, good!" Barbara reached her hands behind her back. Her huge breasts heaved forward, testing the holding power of the halter for the moment it took her to untie the string. Then she was shrugging out of the cloth and sighing with satisfaction. "Feels soooo gooood," she said fervently. She began massaging the big mounds of flesh, and Bonnie found she couldn't take her eyes off them. They were just beautiful, so sweetly curved and firm, with wide, reddish-brown areolas the size of silver dollars about the turgid towers of her nipples. For a moment, Bonnie understood what it was about a woman's tits that could draw a man, especially if the breasts in question were as large and firm and beautiful as Barbara's. Why, Barbara's tits just seemed to beg for a kiss ... and Bonnie found herself somehow wondering how the girl would react if she suddenly leaned forward and began licking and sucking those lush mountains of sweet flesh.
"No fair," Barbara was saying. "You, too."
"Me, too, what?"
Barbara's hand came up to pluck at Bonnie's strap. "Oh, I feel funny about it. You have such gorgeous breasts-"
"None of that, now." Barbara positioned herself on her knees behind Bonnie and quickly unfastened the single row of hooks securing Bonnie's top. The fabric loosened, but didn't fall away. Bonnie didn't move to take it off. Barbara leaned forward, reaching around Bonnie's shoulders to slide the top off and, in the process, her immense breasts pressed flat against Bonnie's back. Bonnie could feel the hard nubs of her friend's nipples against her sun-warmed flesh and shivered involuntarily. Even the surf seemed quieter, as if waiting to learn what would happen next. The tension was in everything, permeating the stillness of the air itself, drawing taut every nerve, every muscle, every tendon in Bonnie's firm young body.
"Are you cold?" Barbara inquired, remaining pressed against Bonnie's back.
Bonnie shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. She didn't have to look down; she could feel the aching stiffness in her nipples.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Barbara cooed. Her breath was warm against Bonnie's ear. "You have lovely boobs. They're bigger than they look because they're so beautifully proportioned."
Her hands slid up the length of Bonnie's arms, then to the sides of Bonnie's rib cage ... and then slid up to cup Bonnie's breasts. "And so firm!" The moisture of her breath was short-circuiting something in Bonnie. She couldn't deny that she enjoyed Barbara's closeness and caresses ... or that she wanted something else to happen. Something more. Something that would finally relieve the itching in her cunt-an itching that had returned with a throbbing vengeance. She could feel the juices welling up in her cunt, bubbling through her lust-swollen labia to dampen and darken the crotch of her tight, insufficient bikini.
"Beautiful," Barbara murmured, her lips lightly brushing Bonnie's ear as her fingers came up to massage Bonnie's nipples and tug and tweak them into raging hardness.
Bonnie couldn't stifle the groan of pleasure. Shuddering, she let her head loll loosely back on her neck until she was resting against Barbara's shoulder. Another little shiver went through her and became a gentle, back-pressing squirm that pushed into Barbara's big, heaving mountains of tit-flesh with relish. Bonnie had never imagined it could feel so wonderfully relaxing and exciting at the same time to have a woman touching her and caressing her, yet there was something about the moment that was unbearably sweet, as well.
"Beautiful," Barbara murmured again, kissing the line of Bonnie's jaw and then covering Bonnie's mouth with her own. Barbara's lips were warm and soft and yet, without haste or demand.
Bonnie welcomed the lush kiss and let her mouth open.
Barbara's tongue was agile and warm and slick and knowing in her mouth. She let herself slide back into Barbara's arms as her seductress eased to one side and then her head was in Barbara's lap, and the ocean and beach alcove were screened out by the rich, wet, luxuriant mass of Barbara's long, thick hair hanging like a curtain about Bonnie's face.
Barbara made love to her, kissing her eyes and cheeks and the sides of her nose, licking the outside edges of Bonnie's lips.
Bonnie began to writhe as Barbara's hands grew bolder, working her rigid nipples into a frenzy and then massaging the ache outward till her swollen tits heaved and glowed with pleasure. Her legs parted and began rubbing sinuously as the itch in her cunt grew still more urgent. She could feel the hot juices drooling down the insides of her thighs. The crotch of her bikini was thoroughly soaked.
She pushed her torso upward to meet the downward press of Barbara's big boobs. There was something undeniable in the urge to raise her face toward those magnificent mounds of flesh, something irresistible in the demand within to reach out with the tip of her pink tongue and trace the perfect, full curve of one sleek underside. "That's just lovely," Barbara sighed as she felt Bonnie's tongue trilling the undercurve. Barbara shifted above her, bringing more of her tit-flesh into range of Bonnie's novice tonguing, then bent lower to press her breast against Bonnie's mouth.
Bonnie eagerly parted her lips and took the turgid spike of Barbara's rubbery nipple into her mouth. She was astonished at its thickness and texture. The nozzle seemed as broad as her pinky fingertip and as resilient and pliable as an equal-sized piece of latex.
But it was infinitely warmer and more responsive, and Barbara was gurgling above her as Bonnie suckled the thick nipple, her hands rising of their own accord to fondle and explore the ample curves of the young woman above her.
Barbara shifted, running her hands down over the flat plane of Bonnie's tummy and bringing the other tit into reach of Bonnie's mouth. Bonnie loosed a deep-throated moan of pleasure as she felt Barbara's hands slip beneath the elastic waistband of her tight bikini-and the sound was immediately muffled by the abundant sweetness of Barbara's other breast.
Bonnie was lost in her pleasures. Barbara's fingers teased and tantalized the upper boundaries of Bonnie's fine pubic down before finally wriggling their way into the upper split of Bonnie's puffy pussy lips to toy with the sensitive shaft of her swollen clitoris.
When Bonnie felt a fingertip graze lightly over the ultrasensitive tip of her filly trigger, pleasure overwhelmed self-control and she closed her mouth convulsively, her teeth clamping onto the rubbery nozzle of Barbara's thick, swollen nipple.
Bonnie immediately realized what she was doing and lightened the pressure. But to her astonishment, Barbara was groaning deep in her throat.
"More," moaned the big-titted young temptress. "Bite it again!"
Bonnie carefully closed her teeth on her seductress's nipple and cautiously tugged. But that wasn't what Barbara had in mind.
"Harder!" she whispered, her voice thick with lust.
Bonnie was bewildered by Barbara's bizarre beseeching, but, beguiled, Bonnie bit Barbara's breast boldly.
"Ooooh, yes!" Barbara hissed. "More! Make me come!"
Bonnie was no less bewildered, but she knew now that, without a doubt, this was what Barbara wanted-and clamped down on Barbara's big boob.
Barbara began to shudder and gasp. Her hips rocked beneath Bonnie's head and her fingers went wild in the damp morass of Bonnie's steaming twat. She eased first one digit, then two down into the split of Bonnie's pussy lips, forcing the tight petals apart. Another digit began tracing the inner pinkness of Bonnie's cunt, exposed now by the widespread cunt lips.
When that finger delved into Bonnie's gash, she nearly came immediately. With a grunt of urgency, she pushed her hips toward the invading finger, sucking it all the way into her hungry cunt and rotating her hips slightly about it. She could feel the fingertip pressing against the walls of her quim as she moved.
Bonnie sucked as hard as she could on Barbara's nipple, all the time moving her teeth on the swollen nozzle and whipping at it with her tongue. Barbara's groans were unceasing now, only varying in volume and pitch. Bonnie began squeezing Barbara's knockers as well, pressing her fingers into the firm mounds with an intensity that she would have found painful on her own breasts-but which Barbara seemed to enjoy. In fact, the big-breasted young sex bomb seemed to crave even more of it!
Barbara suddenly shifted, laying Bonnie's head on the blanket and quickly moving her face down toward her cunt. Bonnie groaned as she felt Barbara's hands at her hips, pushing the flimsy, now-soaked bikini bottoms down her long legs and exposing her pussy to the cool salt air, the bright summer sunshine-and Barbara's feverish lips.
"I have to suck that sweet little pussy," Barbara was muttering as she buried her face between Bonnie's thighs, straddling Bonnie's torso with her own lusty legs. Bonnie willingly cooperated as Barbara lifted her legs up and apart, and then cried out with pleasure as she felt her seductress's hot breath against the inner flesh of her cunt.
Bonnie came as soon as Barbara's tongue touched her torrid twat-and again when Barbara fastened her lips about Bonnie's swollen labia, tugging and sucking and pulling on them.
Bonnie's lips pistoned and jerked. She rubbed her cunt all over Barbara's face-and then clamped her legs on either side of Barbara's head as Barbara took her clit between her soft lips and began sucking powerfully on it. Her tongue was tormenting the nerve-covered tip, driving Bonnie absolutely out of her skull with pleasure. Bonnie's hands clutched and squeezed at as much of Barbara as she could reach-which was all of Barbara up to the waist. She rubbed her lover's cunt through her swimsuit bottoms and ground her knuckles against the clearly out-lined split of Barbara's pussy lips through the damp material of her suit. But it wasn't enough for Bonnie-and Barbara obviously wanted more, as well.
Bonnie pulled the bottoms down, exposing the firm, full cheeks of Barbara's ass to her eyes-and hands. The cloth was tight and Barbara's thighs were pulled closer together, clamping about Bonnie's torso and framing her hairy cunt. The thick lips protruded between the hair and juice-soaked fur of her pubic mat and her firm, voluptuous thighs.
As Barbara shifted her head between Bonnie's thighs, Barbara's large cunt lips were squeezed and released by her taut thighs. The labia seemed to pucker and pout in invitation, now exposing the pink inner lining and now puffing toward Bonnie's suddenly dry lips.
Bonnie's hands slid over the backs of Barbara's thighs in a soft caress, finally meeting fingertip-to-fingertip at the precise divide of the lush cunt lips. She peeled them apart with an instinctive expertise that surprised her, enjoying the soft sucking sound the wet flaps of pussy-flesh made as much as she enjoyed the sight and feel of them.
Barbara shifted to one side and drew her legs together, forcing Bonnie to release her twat lips long enough to finish removing the confining bottoms-and then permitting Bonnie to repeat the pussy-petal parting.
Bonnie pushed her fingers into the split of Barbara's cunt lips and then thrust both index fingertips into the hot, pink tunnel beyond. Barbara moaned into Bonnie's cunt and pushed her hips backward, impaling herself on both extended digits and hungrily taking the tips of two more fingers into her grasping gash.
Experimentally, Bonnie drove two more digits partially into her lezzie lover-and immediately wailed in pleasure. Barbara vividly expressed her approval of the additional cunt-reaming by sucking even more forcefully on Bonnie's clit and whipping at the feverish nubbin even faster and more expertly with her nimble tongue.
Bonnie could feel Barbara's hot breath against the narrow, sensitive band of skin between her cunt and asshole. An expert tongue with incredible reach and flexibility was probing deep, deep into her cunt. Barbara's hands on the backs of Bonnie's up-raised thighs were tightening and clutching the lanky leg muscles, telling Bonnie that she was doing the right thing with her fingers.
She pushed her fingers into Barbara's cunt even deeper, feeling the way Barbara gripped the first two digits and finding an odd sort of pleasure in that hold. Bonnie somehow managed to wedge a third finger in alongside the first pair, then began pumping all three fingers in and out of her hot cunt.
Simultaneously, Barbara had used the fingers of both hands to pull Bonnie's cunt flaps open till she could feel the cool salt breeze comingling with Barbara's hot breath on the inner flesh of her steamy pussy. The sensation was maddening.
Bonnie pressed a fourth finger into Barbara's greedy hole-and Barbara responded by gyrating her ripe hips back until she had feverishly absorbed the quartet of cunt-openers all the way. When Bonnie shifted her fingers and began to rotate them inside Barbara's quim, Barbara groaned like a tortured animal and began rotating her hips about the pinion of fingers.
And pushing back still harder against Bonnie's hand.
At the same time, Bonnie felt her experienced lesbian lover's hot breath faster and harsher inside her own cunt. Barbara's tongue slithered up into her twat till Bonnie was sure it was going to begin titillating her cervix. And her tongue was so hot! Bonnie hissed and clamped her thighs about Barbara's head.
Suddenly, Barbara raised her mouth from Bonnie's crotch. Thick juice dripped from her sensual lips, and the tip of her nose and her face glistened with Bonnie's cunt sauce. "More-give me more!"
The words were barely louder than a croak in the hot sun, but Bonnie heard them-and lost as she was in the wild abandon of the moment, she'd even try to do the im possible ... if that was what would please Barbara.
Bonnie bent her thumb down and worked the tip into Barbara's incredibly wet cunt. The voluptuous young brunette arched her ass up and back, opening herself as widely as she could to the additional invader.
Bonnie doubted that this could work. Barbara's cunt already seemed stretched to the bursting point with four fingers. There was simply no way even Barbara could accept Bonnie's thumb and the heel of her hand into her cunt.
But even as the doubts coursed through Bonnie's over heated mind, Barbara was working her hips from side to side and up and down and pushing back slightly-and every now and then she'd pause to suck in a deep breath that mashed her big tits down against the backs of Bonnie's upturned thighs. And then Bonnie could feel Barbara's cunt open a bit more and loosen, and then another fraction of an inch of Bonnie's hand would slide up into Barbara's feverish cunt.
Slowly, bit by bit, by strained fractions of inches, more and more of her hand slid up into Barbara's twat. Then the widest part of her hand was knocking at the gate of those thinly-stretched cunt lips, and Barbara was panting, almost hyperventilating, as she pushed her hips back with a single, determined drive....
... and Bonnie's hand slipped up inside her twat.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Barbara moaned. Her head was thrown back and her hips were locked in place as if she were afraid that a sudden movement would tear her open. Not an unreasonable fear, for Bonnie's money, since her hand seemed to be going numb for lack of circulation past her wrist.
Suddenly, Barbara dropped her face back into Bonnie's opened cunt and began licking and sucking and nipping wildly. All the time, Bonnie could feel Barbara's box rippling and squirming about her hand. What could it possibly be like, she wondered, to be so completely and utterly filled?
Judging by the way Barbara was jerking her hips and the way her cunt was spasming and the way she was groaning and mouthing incredible obscenities into Bonnie's cunt, it was terrific. At least to Barbara.
Just then, Barbara wrapped her lips around Bonnie's clit and let her tongue go wild. Bonnie almost blacked-out with the sudden intensity of the orgasm that ripped through her-and without realizing what she was doing, clenched both hands into fists.
Including the one plunged into Barbara's cunt.
"Uhhhhh-oh, YEAH!" Barbara cried at the renewed sensation of stretching-and began pumping and screwing her hips back and forth and around and around. "C'mon-pump me!" she demanded, "Get my guts!"
Bonnie felt the last shreds of whatever inhibitions had remained being torn away. She did exactly what Barbara had demanded-and she did it with relish.
Bonnie drove her fist into Barbara's cunt, twisting it from side to side, and then withdrew it until only Barbara's tighter vaginal entrance restrained her. Barbara again dropped her face into Bonnie's steaming snatch and proceeded to tongue and lick the newly initiated young girl into a frenzy.
It was a frenzy that Barbara welcomed-for Bonnie decided that if what Barbara wanted was fist-fucking, then that was what Barbara was going to get.
With a grunt of effort, Bonnie pulled her clenched fist from Barbara's cunt. She watched, her lust-heavy eyelids opening all the way with astonishment at the sight of Barbara's thick cunt lips stretching wider and wider and wider-and finally freeing the hard ball of Bonnie's fist.
But Bonnie only pulled her hand partway from Barbara's cunt. She immediately began screwing her fist back in, again forcing wide Barbara's fat cunt lips, again wrenching a deep-throated moan of pleasured pain-or was it pained pleasure-from the voluptuous seductress.
Bonnie did it again and again-and in seconds, she found Barbara's cunt had accommodated itself to even that abuse. She was working her fist in and out of Barbara's quim with as little difficulty as if she worked a single finger in and out of her own twat. And Barbara was loving every moment of it.
Barbara seemed to go nuts, coming and coming and coming, clamping her teeth into the soft flesh of Bonnie's thighs and whipping her tongue wildly over Bonnie's cunt lips and clitoris.
All of a sudden, the strength seemed to leave Barbara's arms. She fell flat atop Bonnie, her hair and forehead in the sand and her face against Bonnie's cunt. Bonnie felt Barbara's feeble efforts to continue giving back pleasure for pleasure, but Barbara seemed utterly limp and without energy-except from the waist down.
Barbara's hips flailed and writhed as Bonnie continued fisting her cunt. Bonnie couldn't believe what she was seeing: a girl no older than herself was taking the full girth of her clenched fist into her cunt-and climaxing wildly with pleasure as a result of it.
Suddenly, then, Barbara's cuntal muscles clamped down on Bonnie's wrist, trapping her fist inside her cunt. Bonnie felt the walls of Barbara's pussy rippling and spasming, sucking at her fist as if it were some stallion's cock-head and she was hell bent on getting the hot juice from grapefruit-huge balls. With a long, steadily growing wail, Barbara tensed all over, arching up from Bonnie. Motionless, except for her hips, Barbara was in some other realm, some other plane of existence altogether. Bonnie felt her tremble and shudder, and then Barbara let out an ear-shattering screech-and slumped back, unconscious, atop Bonnie.
Bonnie worked her legs free and let them down, becoming aware for the first time of the cramp in her thighs from their prolonged, up-raised position. She simply breathed deeply of the rich salt air and waited long moments for Barbara's cunt to stop its post-orgasmic clenchings and to allow her to unclench her fist and remove her hand.
When she finally got her hand out of Barbara's sexual innards, the unconscious girl still writhed with reflexive pleasure at the stretching of her cunt lips. An enormous quantity of some liquid mysterious to Bonnie's experience came dribbling steadily from between Barbara's still-puffy pussy petals until they resumed their original tightness and held the rest inside. Experimentally, Bonnie took some of it on her fingertip and tasted it-and immediately realized that it was love juice! Bonnie was amazed at the amount of Barbara's lubricating juice, but then realized that without such a fantastic reservoir, the sexy young Earth-Mother type could never have gone in for such demanding fist-fucking frolics.
After she caught her breath, Bonnie tried to ease out from beneath Barbara's limp form.
"Oh, that was sweet," Barbara cooed, kissing Bonnie's thighs. "I don't know what got into me." She rolled onto her back, her incredible knockers still stiff-nippled and rising like lush mountains above her heaving chest.
"I do." Bonnie held up her right fist. They both laughed. For long minutes, then, the two young women held each other, exchanging occasional caresses rather than useless words.
Bonnie left an hour later, promising that this summer she and Barbara would not be strangers. Not after their very special introductory session.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The car behind her was honking noisily. Bonnie looked up and realized the light had turned green. How long had she been sitting there, blocking traffic and lost in her thoughts-and imagination.
Because what had been going through her mind might have begun as memories of the afternoon on the beach with Barbara, but that was only the launch point for her mind's cinema of sex films-all of them triple-X rated.
For somehow, what began as remembering the feel of Barbara's tongue on her cunt had become the sight and feel of her hand pumping in and out of Barbara's cunt and then it had become her own cunt and instead of a hand or fingers pistoning in and out it was a cock, a thick, hard, virile young cock and not that of any of the three men who had already fucked her.
My brother's.
And worse, the thought had sent her cunt to juicing and bubbling all over again, as if she hadn't spent the last seventy-two hours getting her brains fucked out.
By the time she got home, Bonnie was so overheated from the unbidden, unwanted, undesired thoughts that she had to scurry to the side door and up the stairs to her room-before anyone spotted her dark-stained-from pussy-juice-shorts.
Somehow, she managed to keep from being seated next to Batson at dinner, though otherwise that evening was a re-run of the previous one: her mother and Mrs. Batson sinking slowly into semi-coherence, while her father and Mr. Batson discussed business and occasionally tossed a comment her way the way they would have tossed an occasional table scrap to a lurking house dog.
Her brother said barely a word all through dinner. He was, in fact, a suspiciously polite and well-behaved young man throughout dinner, even helping move her chair back from the table.
When Bonnie realized her brother could look right down the front of her low-cut, lightweight summer dress and see most of her braless tits with ease, right to the nipples, she felt her cheeks redden with hot blood-and her nipples stiffen with unbidden excitement.
She looked at his face for some reaction-and got an odd little smile. And an insolently casual once-over.
Bonnie excused herself from the after-dinner drinking in the yard as soon as she could, pleading too much sun during the course of the day. She went to her room, resolved to turn her thoughts to something other than fucking-at least for a few hours. But even this brief, noble resolve was to be thwarted. Bonnie dozed off with her book in her lap. And woke at just past two in the morning. And knew-just knew-there was no way she was going to get back to sleep immediately.
So she went downstairs in her loose, torn old T-shirt and tight shorts to fix herself a snack.
The house was night-silent as she foraged in the pantry for her favorite cheddar cheese and crackers. Usually, Bonnie liked the peacefulness, the sense of blessed privacy and solitude. But on this night it felt different. There was some kind of charge in the air and the simple, inescapable fact of the unrelenting heat and oppressive humidity didn't explain it. She found herself repeatedly looking around, as if she expected to find someone else up and about. Bonnie even looked out into the yard through the big, sliding patio doors, but the yard was dark and the sound of the crickets said it was also empty.
You 're imagining bogeymen, she told herself. Relax, she told herself. You've got the place to yourself, she told herself.
Herself wasn't completely buying it, but herself at least laid off on the jumpiness.
Nothing went better with her favorite soft, old-fashioned cheddar than cold rose wine, and there just happened to be a carafe in the cooler. Nothing was more relaxing than to have all of this and a generation-saga gothic, and Bonnie was soon comfortable and very, very relaxed. The more so with each ounce of wine transferred from carafe to Bonnie's belly.
She was just about to take another sip of her wine when the hand touched her shoulder.
"Yike!" The contents of this glass was applied to the surface of Bonnie's belly, plus a considerable area above and below.
"Jumpy tonight, aren't we?" Her brother's voice was calm, low, intimate and slightly taunting. And irritating as hell.
"You scared the life out of me!" she spat, glaring with an anger as much at his inconsiderateness as at her own jumpiness. She tried to cover her sheepishness with anger. His eyes went to the front of her wine-soaked, torn T-shirt, and she realized she should be covering a good deal more than her sheepishness. The cold wine had not only glued the thin cotton to her lush tits, but had also stimulated her nipples. They stood up like good little soldiers, stiffly at attention as if that was just what they wanted more than anything else in the world.
"This a new kind of alcohol treatment?" Edward asked teasingly. He was staring openly at her tits now. Bonnie tried to deflect the tension of the moment. She'd jumped up from her chair when he'd startled her, and now she made a great display of striding into the kitchen area for paper towels. She tore a handful from the wall-mounted roller and turned.
And found herself staring right into her brother's chest.
"Need a hand, Bonnie?"
"Get out of my way!"
"Why so snappy, Bonnie?"
She stepped around him and strode back to the spilled wine, quickly crouching to blot it up. Her brother sauntered toward her as she worked.
"Not just because I surprised you," he said. He stopped with legs widespread directly in front of her. She was for some reason she couldn't-or wouldn't-identify to herself, quite hesitant about raising her gaze to meet her brother's eyes.
"No, it must be something more than that," he said, like an adult playing mind-games with a churlish child. "Now, let's see if we can figure out what it is...."
Bonnie suddenly realized she'd been wiping and rewiping the same section of the floor over and over. Damn, what's the matter with me? she howled inwardly. She stood, determined not to let her brother cow her in any way.
"Maybe," he said as she stepped around his lewdly grinning roadblock, "it's because ol' Batson got too loaded to visit Bonnie in her room tonight."
She froze.
"Yes, I'd guess that was it, all right," he drawled. "No Batson to fuck and suck my little sister-"
"Shut up!" she hissed, knowing that she couldn't deny his knowledge any more than she could silence his words.
His hands were on her shoulders, holding her in place with her back to him. "I had no idea my little sister was such a hot piece of ass," he said softly, his voice low and intimate and chillingly near. "I've thought you were good-looking ever since you started turning into a woman, you know. Even wondered what it would be like to, you know, slip into your room and then slip into you-"
"Shut up!" This time her voice was little more than a whisper and Bonnie knew the ache in her nipples and the warmth in her cunt had less to do with the alcohol soaking the flimsy T-shirt than it did with her brother's undeniable animal attractiveness and her own apparently insatiable horniness.
"But you, little sister, were always so damned proper and correct and bookish and-you know, straight. Know what I mean, don't you?"
"I-don't-" She felt his hands leaning her back against him and she shivered at the feel of his hard-muscled young body so close.
"But I never dreamed you were like that. Wild. Uninhibited. And the way you kept coming and coming-"
His hands were slipping around to stroke her jaw and then her breasts. Bonnie felt all the resistance and uneasiness melting from her, all the strength leaving her, as his hands found her breasts, cupping and molding them. He brushed her nipples with his thumbs through the T-shirt, and her hips gave a little fillip up and back. She felt his cock against her ass through the layers of cloth that were the only thing separating them at the moment, and she sucked in a breath. He seemed so big and hard "No!" she gasped, pulling herself free with a suddenness that surprised his advantage of strength. "NO!" She whirled to face him, anger again the mask for another emotion-this one the same emotion and urges she'd been fighting since she'd first caught herself thinking of her brother as a sex-partner. "Forget it, Edward-just forget it! You're my brother and what you're talking about, it's wrong, about as wrong as something can get-"
"Then explain those," he said, pointing, and she didn't have to look to know he meant her achingly hard nipples and swollen, heaving breasts and juice-soaked shorts.
"I don't have to-but you damn well better explain what you were doing watching my room!"
"Or what? You'll tell on me?" He took a half-step toward her. " 'Daddy, Mommy, Eddie watched me fucking myself silly with Mr. Batson and now he's teasing me!'," he said, miming a spoiled child. Another half-step, "And tell me you weren't hot by the pool, the way you were looking at me ... or part of me."
She couldn't deny it any more than she could deny the memory image flooding back in living color, bringing with it all the itchy demands of her hot young cunt.
His hands were again on her shoulders. "I want you, too. I want you to lay down and I'll suck your sweet little pussy and lick your tits," he said, and she barely stifled the groan in her throat. Yes, she did want that and she couldn't pretend that she didn't.
"I want to spread your legs," he said, "and eat you until you're ready to scream-and then I want to slowly open that lovely little cunt and-"
Again, Bonnie shook herself from the mood that was seducing her. "No!" She tried to pull away. His hand caught in one of the old split seams of the T-shirt, widening it. She felt the wine-soaked fabric pulling away from her breasts and the cooler air of the overheated room brush them, and she knew she had to get out of there or she was going to give in to what her brother and her own steaming young body wanted to do so badly, so very badly.
Bonnie spun and ran, half-staggering. Somehow she was through the patio doors and into the welcoming darkness of the moonless night without hurting herself in her blind panic. The T-shirt was barely hanging from her flesh. She paused to catch her breath and ran to the far end of the yard, where the neatly trimmed hedge and orderly plantings and disciplined rows of vegetables-her mother's hobby, which had begun as a way to get her out into the sunshine and instead became cause to employ a young Puerto Rican once a week-gave way to the tangled saplings and old elms and oaks that were the only reminders of a day when this resort area was truly unspoiled.
The darkness became an enemy as well as a shield. She blundered into something face-high and scratchy, and ducked, losing her balance. She staggered to one side and twisted her ankle on an exposed root, a gnarled tree-foot tripping her like some cruel prank. She struck an old trunk a glancing blow with her forehead and tumbled heavily into the rich humus.
Bonnie got to her knees. Her head hurt. Her face was scratched. Her T-shirt was in tatters. Her ankle throbbed. And she couldn't see the lights of the house.
She was momentarily lost. Then the moment became somewhat extended.
She was lost.
"No, I-I'm not," she told herself aloud and heard the fear in her own voice. It infected her and she panicked.
Bonnie climbed to her feet, grimaced with the pain in her ankle and began running as fast as she dared. Her eyes had partially accommodated themselves to the darkness, and she could make out the silhouettes of some of the larger obstructions-but not all. Gasping, she flailed her arms wildly before her as she stumbled back and forth, seeking some break in the foliage, some way into the good, safe, secure harbor of her own backyard.
She fell, collided with something that scratched her arm, climbed to her feet and fell again when she stepped unevenly on a gopher mound, crawled on hands and knees until she felt something revolting in texture beneath her fingers and jerked to her feet, hitting her head on a low limb.
Stunned, Bonnie staggered forward-and suddenly found herself on clear, level, well-tended lawn. Half-sobbing with relief, she took a step forward on the bad ankle, lost her balance, started to fall-and was caught.
"Bonnie-are you all right-what happened to you-?"
The words stopped as her brother's strong arms wrapped around her and she hugged herself tightly to him, sobbing and weeping. He dropped to one knee, cradling her softly in his arms. She felt the grass prickling the backs of her legs and breathed deeply of his musky male scent. Slowly, the sobbing stopped and her breathing eased-but not completely.
His hands were gentling her hair and face and caressing her back, time and again, straying near the side of her bared breast. She found herself holding her breath each time his fingers strayed near the sensitive flesh, letting out the warm exhalation against his chest each time the fingers receded.
"Poor Bonnie," he was crooning nonsensically-but she didn't hear the words, only the tone, and the tone and his closeness and comfort made her let her guard down in one very important way.
She wasn't quite certain of the exact moment when his hand began caressing her ripe young tit or when his fingers found their way to her sensitive, swollen nipple or when her breath had become quick and shallow and the little gasps of pleasure had become a nearly constant moan. She only knew that his hand was suddenly sliding upward along her thigh toward her eager cunt.
"Noooo," she moaned suddenly and wrestled free. She stood uncertainly and tried to limp away-but her brother was quick, and he wanted her at least as much as she wanted him.
He grabbed her around the waist and bore her to the ground. She struggled, but only found herself peering up at him, and then his lips were on her face. She turned her mouth from him, but he went to work on the line of her jaw and found a place on the side of her neck that was more sensitive and responsive than she'd ever dreamed possible. When he pulled the shreds of her T-shirt away and began licking and sucking at her tits, she could only writhe beneath him. Her legs scissored open and closed, finally locking about his as he caught her nipple and whipped it with his tongue.
Bonnie continued to struggle-but both her strength and determination were waning. Her fingers at first strained to pull his head away from her tits. Sometime later, she found her hands holding his face closer to her breasts and she didn't know exactly when that transition had occurred and wasn't sure she cared-or wanted him to stop.
Her legs were open now, and her heels were drumming against the soft, dark night grass. She was humping her hips up at him, grinding her gash against his thighs through their clothes, trying to rub the swelling from her blood-engorged cunt lips and ease the itch within.
But even before he slipped a hand down to unsnap the waistband of her shorts and ease the zipper lower to explore all the warm, sleek, taut flesh leading across her belly to her cuntal mound, she knew only one thing could scratch that itch even temporarily.
"Ahhhh-yes!" she breathed when his index finger found the split of her cunt lips and lay against it, gently pushing and rubbing. He was massaging her swollen, exposed clit, as well, and Bonnie was soon gasping her readiness for his next move.
It wasn't long in coming.
"C'mon, Bonnie, let's get these out of the way." His arms eased her to the soft grass, and then his hands were tugging away the annoying obstruction of the shorts, pulling them down her long legs and leaving her wild and nakedly free to the night air-and to his hot desires.
He knelt above her, taking in the sight of her aroused young body in the dim starlight. Bonnie noted, oddly, the contrast of his white slacks against the dark of the green grass, and found herself thinking that his knees would be grass-stained.
Not very thoroughly stained, though, for he was already pulling his polo shirt over his head and tossing it away and unfastening his slacks. A moment later and they were gone, and then so was the slim strip of bikini underwear-now she remembered the designer package he'd brought home from Bloomingdale's-and then he was as naked as she.
And obviously just as aroused.
His cock jutted out into the darkness above her belly. Her breathing quickened still more. It was long and thick and hard and throbbing, standing up at a forty-five-degree angle from the flat plane of his muscular abdomen. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen-or at least seemed so at the moment.
Bonnie raised a hand and her fingers brushed down the length of his cock. She heard him catch his breath sharply. She gripped his prick, her fingers barely encircling it. She squeezed it. He groaned deep down in his throat, and she felt the steely hardness beneath the soft, hot flesh.
Her legs parted, as if to let loose some of the pent-up juices boiling inside her cunt. She could smell her own sexual aroma. She began moving her clenched fist up and down his shaft a bit.
"Damn, Bonnie, I've been wanting you for so long," he whispered, and then dropped his face to her tits again. He licked and sucked the lush hemispheres for a maddening moment, and then began mouthing his way down over the rippling expanse of her taut stomach and abdomen, pausing for a moment to let his tongue explore the delectable hollow of her belly button.
"Yes! Yes!!" she groaned as she felt his breath on the first wispy tendrils of her pubic hair. She spread her legs farther and pushed her hips up at him. His tongue was in the fringes of the pubic down, and she could feel the warmth of his exhalations upon her exposed little clit.
When he ducked his head between her legs and began licking at her labia and the insides of her thighs, Bonnie could do nothing more than clamp her hands in his wavy hair and force his head farther into her steaming snatch.
She rubbed her cunt all over his face in her eagerness for satisfaction.
She shivered with pleasure as she felt his tongue dart up into her snatch. Her pussy walls spasmed and sucked at the slippery pink mouth muscle and her lips parted to free a squeaky little sound. She arched upward, shuddering, as a little preliminary orgasm shook her. It whet her appetite, nothing more.
He shifted and lay atop her. Bonnie happily spread her legs as wide as she could. Her feet dangled above the ground. Her knees were bent and pulled back slightly. Her brother raised himself on one arm and reached down between their sweaty bodies to grab his cock and rub the big, smooth knob up and down against the split of her slit, sliming his glans with her thick, slippery love juices.
"Put it in," he said, his lips inches from her flushed face.
Bonnie reached down with both hands. Her fingers trembled, fumbling against his as she grabbed his cock. Her brother hovered above her on all fours.
She pushed the thick glans against her cunt. It was too wide to easily fit. She used the fingers of one hand to pull her pussy lips open and pressed his prick head in between, screwing her hips up at him. She pushed her cunt onto the head of his dick. It fit in that first stricture at the entrance like an oversized cork in the neck of a narrow-but very slippery-bottle.
"So good," she breathed. She hunched her hips up and forward a bit more, taking the full bulge of his knob into her cunt. "Unnnnnhhhhh-" The noise was one of strain-but a welcome, thoroughly pleasured strain.
"Hold still, please hold still," she pleaded. His dick was the thickest thing she'd ever had in that newly opened passageway, and she needed time to get used to it.
But her brother was in no mood for patience. He'd fantasized about this moment for far too long. And the feeling of having his cock-head so sweetly compressed by her tight cunt was too tempting, just too tempting to resist. He wanted to feel more of his prick caught in that sweet vise.
"No! Wait! Please-" she gasped as he began slowly working his dick deeper and deeper into her twat-but he was all but oblivious to her words. And, in truth, he wasn't hurting her. The sensation was one of stretching and filling and widening and probing and for all the tense, subliminal fear that some part of her was going to be torn or wounded by the thick bludgeon boring into her tight teenaged cunt, there was no pain.
But there was a feeling of surrender, of opening herself up to complete possession in a way she'd never known before.
And she enjoyed it.
"Ea-easy," she gasped as he pushed another inch into her quim-and the head of his penis bumped up against the end of her fuck tube. Her hands were still at their groins. She could feel between thumbs and forefingers that another inch of thick prick remained unsheathed. The base of his cock was much thicker than the rest of the shaft, like the base of the trunk of some old imposing tree.
He began sawing his cock in and out then. At first, he moved slowly and barely an inch or so back and forth-but it was an inch of movement over fully eight inches of thick cock, and Bonnie felt as if her insides were being churned by a long mixing spoon. She rocked her hips up at him as he withdrew and gave way slightly as he pushed in again.
Gradually, her brother picked up the pace. More and more of his long, hard prick pulled between her widespread cunt lips, only to come plunging back in again. Bonnie's hands were withdrawn from the path of his prick, and she held on to his broad shoulders.
"More," she groaned into his ear, locking her ankles onto his thighs. "Give me more!"
He grunted and increased his pace. Now he was pumping in and out of her even faster. Thick juices bubbled out of her cunt and drooled down to her upturned ass, moistening the puckered little starfish of her unsullied anus and sensitizing it to the night breeze.
Bonnie crossed her ankles about the small of his back. She was pulling her cunt up to meet his thrusts now, bucking and heaving frantically. His cock was so thick that the broad top of it chafed her clit directly as he moved. Her cunt was spasming and twitching madly.
But there was still that last inch of stiff penis to be devoured in her hungry young quim, and she was determined to have it. "More!" she rasped. "I want it all!"
He tried, slamming his dick into her as hard and fast as he could. But Bonnie was young, and for the activities of the past few days and all her excitement and desire, her pussy was new to this.
Bonnie wasn't prepared to abandon her desire, though. She felt his cock jerking inside her, getting still thicker and longer. She could feel his heavy balls beginning to jump with pre-cum tremors as they slapped into the sweet pink strip of flesh between ass and cunt. She knew he was going to climax soon-and she wanted to feel his entire prick inside her before he let loose.
With a moan, Bonnie pulled herself even more tightly against her brother's muscular form. Her legs and arms were locked about him in something approaching a death spasm. Her twat tightened. He couldn't withdraw, could only press deeper against the limits of her cunt.
But slowly, oh how slowly, the end of her fuck canal was giving way, stretching, accommodating itself to the demands of her wants. That sweet, slick, hot, tight sheath was molding its deepest end and making itself deeper still, adopting the shape and thickness of his swollen glans as the last inch of his prick sank into her. She felt the veins on the base of his cock against the inner walls of her cunt lips as it slid into her, and then she felt her clit pressed by the hard bony ring surrounding the base of his dick. Their pubic hair was intermingled, brother and sister mats joined as they ground their groins together.
"AaaaaaaAAAAhhhHHHEEEE!"
The scream became a banshee wail as she felt his dick finally reach that itch deep, deep in her belly, impaling her. Her narrow hips held catatonic-still for a moment-and then began shuddering and vibrating. Her asscheeks, sweet and tight and upturned, clenched and relaxed like some vibrating machine was attached to them. The orgasm hit her with a suddenness and intensity that sent her spiraling quickly to the edge of her own sanity and beyond.
She came and came again, harder. Her cunt closed down on his prick as if to lock it forever inside, sucking and squeezing his cock in a velvety, wet vise. There was no way her brother could hold off after that, and she welcomed it.
"Yes! YES! COME IN MEEEeeee!" she shrieked as she felt his balls jerking and his cock swelling and reaching-incredibly-still deeper into her ... and then, finally exploding. Thick, heavy streams of hot jism gushed from his pole, filling her delicious cunt. The meat-packed fuck channel had no room to spare. The heavy load quickly backed up along the length of his pecker. Each additional eruption sent some of his-and her-thick juices spilling out around the awesomely stretched lips of her cunt to dribble down into the furrow of her upturned ass and hesitate at her tight little rectum as if hoping the way would open.
His prick finally began to shrivel and become limp within her-but Bonnie's orgasms weren't yet over. Her slim hips shook and rocked still more, somehow coaxing yet one more spurt from his prick.
Above her, her brother moaned in surrender and sagged half-conscious atop her lithe, overheated form.
Bonnie finally relaxed from her taut balling. Her nipples were still incredibly hard, incredibly sensitive, incredibly stiffened into her brother's broad chest.
"C'mon, Eddie, let me breathe," she pleaded, trying to free herself from his weight.
"Sure, sure," he mumbled, rolling off her.
They lay side by side under the moonless night skies. Somehow their hands were together. Neither spoke during the long minutes of breath-catching, of breathing returning to more normal rates. Bonnie turned her head and looked over at her brother's lean, hard-muscled form. She made out the outline of his cock laying long and limp and limber and somehow potent even in repose up his thigh, and wondered how she'd ever gotten that big thing inside her little cunt and how soon she could do it again.
Eddie looked at her sweetly curved form and wondered exactly the same thing.
CHAPTER NINE
"I'm having some friends over tonight. Want to join us?"
"Sure, I'd like that, Barbara."
"Fine. Should start around sundown-eight. Oh-you can bring a friend or two if you like."
"I can't think of anyone I'd-wait a second. Maybe I can. Do you need to know right now?"
"No. Just bring him. Or her."
They laughed.
"You mean that flake from your school?"
"Eddie...."
"Sorry. But that's the one with the huge boobs, right?"
Bonnie sighed. Men can be so exasperating, she thought. "Yes, Eddie, that's the one. But it's just kind of a get-together. Probably just sit around and talk and drink some wine and listen to music."
"And smoke some good grass."
"Maybe. I don't know. Do you want to go or not? Because if you don't, I'll have to arrange for someone to give me a lift."
"I'll give you a lift-right now," he snorted lewdly. "Sure-and have Mrs. O'Hara find us."
"Are you worried about her ... or Batson?"
"Eddie, you're impossible. Are you going with me?"
"Sure. Might be fun."
She could see he was still thinking about Barbara's "huge boobs," but decided that there was nothing she could do about it ... yet.
The afternoon sun sedated Bonnie. Soaking up the rays had made her sleepy, and she awoke from her unplanned nap feeling lethargic and more than slightly horny. She didn't realize that Batson had been observing her until she pulled herself from the pool after a refreshing swim to wash away the languor. The way he was eyeing her sleek form made her wish she'd taken the time to return to her room and change into something else for her swim. The short-shorts weren't too bad, but the thin cotton of the T-shirt was now plastered to her flesh and about as concealing as cellophane. Batson was less than discouraged by the sight of her stiffly erect nipples, as well.
"Bonnie, about the other night...."
She said nothing, reaching for a towel and quickly wrapping it about her head-and shoulders.
"I want to come to your room again tonight, so leave the door open for me."
"I won't be there, Mr. Batson."
"You won't?" He managed to look somewhat like a puppy recently yelled at for going on the rug.
"Going to a little party tonight." She adjusted the towel and faced him squarely. "Look, what happened the other night was a lovely interlude on the spur of the moment. You can't recapture a moment like that. Let's just keep it a beautiful, unforgettable memory."
"But this may be the last chance we have. I'm leaving tomorrow morning."
"Gee, that's too bad."
"Maybe you could cancel your party-"
"I've got a date, Mr. Batson."
"But couldn't you-"
She put her hand on his arm. "Let's not spoil it. Please. Let's keep the memory beautiful." He sighed. "Bullshit." ' She blinked. "What?"
"You heard me. Bullshit. I want another fuck from you."
"I don't think so, Mr. Batson."
"I do-unless you want me to advise your parents about that superb fuck you threw your brother in the yard last night."
She could only stare at him. Bonnie was shocked.
"Yeah, I saw you. When you weren't in your room, I came downstairs for a drink-and heard you out in the yard." He glanced around to be sure they were unobserved, then gripped his sizable cock through his shorts. "You like having this rammed up your cunt, so it won't be like it's some great sacrifice. I'm hot for your ass, and either I get it or I spill the beans."
"That's blackmail!"
"That's life," he shrugged. "I get what I want or I tell all."
"I'll tell my parents you attacked me."
"They won't believe you. I've been telling them how much you remind me of my own daughter. Do we fuck or do I talk?"
Bonnie considered for a moment. Whether or not her parents actually believed him was less important than the fact that it'd make them suspicious. They'd be watching-all the time. And she didn't want to give up balling her brother, not now, not when she'd discovered the pleasures in her cunt and, only days later, found herself with a nice, hard cock and a handsome brother to sate her needs.
Besides, Batson had been a good lay. She had nothing against fucking him, per se. It was his approach that turned her off. She had to rid him of the idea that he had her under his control. At least that.
"All right, Batson."
"Smart girl."
"But now-not later. I'm not missing this party or breaking my date."
"But-"
"You want to stuff me with that big thing," she cooed, dropping her hand to lightly rub his bulging crotch, "or not? That's my deal. Take it or shoot your mouth off." She smiled seductively, licking her lips. "Shoot your cock off or shoot your mouth off-now!"
His cock was twitching visibly within his shorts.
"Damn, yes!" Then he frowned. "But where?"
"The same place as last time. Your wife, Mom and Dad are all out on the boat. Mrs. O'Hara is at the market. My brother is off on his mysterious mid-afternoon rounds. We've got the house to ourselves for at least an hour...." She half-closed her eyelids, " ... and we can do an awful lot of nice things in an hour."
Bonnie strode back toward the house, letting her hips take on a little extra roll for Batson's benefit. The benefit was well-received and effective. He followed, again puppy-like-but this time like a puppy following a bowl of fresh hamburger. His tongue almost hung out.
Bonnie started stripping off her wet clothes as she climbed the stairs. The shirt was off halfway up, leaving her bare tits to bobble lusciously. The waistband and zipper of her cutoffs were open by the time she reached the door.
And when she stepped inside her room and turned, Batson saw her standing with hip cocked, beautifully ripe tits heaving and a tantalizing expanse of taut belly and pubic tendrils exposed by the gaping vee of her short-shorts.
"Do you want us?" she cooed, kitten-like, sliding her hands upward to cup her tits and lift them in offering. She caressed the sleek curves and let her thumbs press her already-stiff nipples, teasing them into frantic little points that were clearly aching to be sucked and licked and kissed and maybe even nibbled a bit. "We want you," she purred, sliding one hand down inside her open cutoffs and cupping her cunt in her palm.
"Damn," Batson rasped.
"Close the door," she suggested, wrinkling her nose.
When he turned back, she was dropping to her knees before him. "All congested with hot blood and other stuff," she was murmuring. She pressed her lips to his exposed things. Her hands were at the belt of the shorts as her open mouth covered the bulge of his cock. Her hot, moist breath was like fire on his trapped prick.
"Give it some air," she said, pushing the shorts down, and then stripping away the ludicrously insufficient jockey shorts. His cock sprang out, stiff as iron and throbbing madly. It slapped against the underside of her chin. "See how glad it is to be out?" she said brightly, sympathetically, acting as stupid and child-like as she suspected he wished she was.
Because Bonnie had a plan, and the plan was to get this over as quickly as possible. Not that she wasn't horny; she was wildly horny! But she had no intention of letting him get the best of her.
She was going to tease him to a frenzy, suck him till he started to come-and then finish him off with a handjob. A man of his age, she reasoned, would be defused and relieved for quite a while.
"Ooooh, slippery stuff!" she said, refusing to listen to her own voice as, with the palm of her hand, she smeared the oily pre-cum emission leaking from his slit all over the head of his cock. At the same time, she worked her mouth up and down the length of his shaft, kissing and licking it till the entire rigid length of his potent prick was shiny with her saliva and his own seepage.
"So nice and big and hard," she said admiringly as she fisted his cock with one hand and began jerking on it. She ducked her head down low and pressed her hot, soft lips to the underside of the base of his shaft. Above her, he was moaning something as she began tonguing his big balls. Their touch on her tongue sent a shiver of lust through her hot young body. She was horny and wished circumstances didn't demand that she play the handjob tease. But they did and she would.
She continued with that noble resolution even as she kissed and nibbled her way back up the length of the underside of his cock-and then dropped her hot mouth like a shroud over the big knob.
Batson groaned loudly. His hands gripped the hair on either side of her head. He began fucking his cock, slowly in and out of her mouth, deeper with each lunge. Bonnie pursed her lips tightly around his sawing prick and sucked as hard as she could, all the while continually stroking his shaft with her fist. If she was horny before, the feel and texture and heat and promising potency of his big dick in her mouth was positively turning her on, reminding her of the demanding itch in her hot, tight young cunt. She simply couldn't keep her free hand away from the juicy, steamy slot between her legs-and when her fingers brushed her clit, she gasped and sucked all the harder.
And much to Batson's delight. He gasped and began fucking her face even faster. And deeper. His glans was hitting the back of her throat, even pushing beyond to cause her momentary panic as her air supply was interrupted and the gag reflex began to cut in.
But Batson was oblivious to this. He simply speeded up the pace. Bonnie felt his prick twitching in her mouth and knew it was time for her to back off and jerk him the rest of the way-but even if she could have pulled away from his frantic grip and ever-deeper strokes, there always was the simple fact that she was getting hotter. She wanted to make him come, wanted to taste his jism, wanted to feel his hot, hard male meat spasm and then fire its thick load into her mouth, wanted to swallow and suck it down into her belly.
But she had to carry through her original plan-for the sake of her own self-image, if nothing else. With sudden strength, Bonnie pulled her lovely, lust-reddened face off his cock and gripped the shaft tightly in both hands. She beat his meat furiously-and in seconds he began to spurt.
"Swallow it!" he demanded, the words a hoarse groan and a plea at the same time. But Bonnie merely kept jerking-until he suddenly had his hand on the back of her head.
The first spurts hit her tits and face-but then he was driving his cock down her throat. She gagged, fought the reflex and struggled to breathe as her throat convulsively coated his cock and the muscles of her gullet massaged the gushing member. She very clearly felt the hot, viscous stuff splashing into her throat and the wild pulsating of his bloated knob.
His hands were unyielding in their grip on her head. He drove his prick still deeper, until she felt his balls against her chin and her nose pushed against his abdomen. Her throat coated his cock, locking tightly about it. Her gullet muscles first sought to expel the foreign object, then to swallow it. The result was a rippling of tight muscles that milked the jism from his prick.
His last spasm left his dick shriveling in her throat. Fi nally he began to withdraw it. Bonnie fell back till her ass rested on her heels and her arms behind her supported her torso. She sobbed for breath. Her throat hurt and her eyes were watering and she felt slightly dizzy, as if just returning from the very brink of a faint.
Batson had staggered back to slump heavily onto the wooden chair beside her little writing desk.
"C'mon, baby," he was saying in a throaty whisper. "Get yourself together because ol' Jack is ready for more!"
Bonnie focused her eyes on his middle-aged form and stared disbelievingly. His cock had barely gotten limp at all! As she watched, he began stroking his half-hard dick back to full, raging erection-and stood. He walked toward her, still beating his meat and aiming his resurrecting prick at her like a weapon.
"Leave me alone," she said coldly. "You hurt me!"
"And you loved it!" he laughed.
"Don't come near me!" she glared angrily. The fury in her tone stopped him momentarily. "Why did you have to hurt me like that?"
"Because you, little cunt, were going to back off and give me a handjob, that's why," he said. He resumed his advance on her. "You figured you'd jack me off and that would be enough. It's not!" He shook his rigid prick at her. "All you did was take the edge off-so I can fuck you for a nice, long time now!"
She slipped backwards as one damp palm slid on the waxed floorboards. Bonnie found herself looking up at him from a prone position.
"And I'm going to give you a fucking you'll never for get, now!" He dropped suddenly to his knees between her long legs.
Bonnie kicked at him, but Batson caught her ankles in his powerful hands. He forced her legs up and back and wide and quickly lay on his belly. His face was right to her exposed, gaping cunt-and in a moment, she felt his tongue begin lapping at her hot slit.
"No! Stop!" she cried.
He laughed. "You love it!" he told her, his words muffled by her cunt.
And she knew it was true. Her anger had left her somehow preheated for what he was doing, and the first touch of his knowing tongue on her cunt had summoned rivers of juices. She could feel her abundant, ever-ready secretions flowing down to mix with his saliva. The mixture was dribbling down to coat the pink strip of sensitive flesh joining her cunt and ass.
Bonnie struggled feebly for a moment, but Batson used her efforts against her, forcing her legs still wider and back farther until her ankles were near her shoulders and his face rested in her cunt as if it were a mask.
In moments, his agile, knowing tongue had driven her to a frenzy. Bonnie couldn't even pretend to herself that she wanted this to stop. All she wanted was to be licked and sucked still more and then more, and then fucked soundly to a stunning orgasm!
She began wriggling her hips and humping her cunt into his face, rubbing her slobbery pussy lips all over his mouth and nose. When his tongue darted up into her snatch, she made a conscious effort to relax and open the strong muscles at the entrance and welcome his slippery pink mouth muscle even farther into her tight fuck canal.
Bonnie felt his lips against her clit and his tongue deep in her twat, and suddenly began bucking and humping in an uncontrollable frenzy as an orgasm shook her lithe, nubile bod.
When she relaxed back to the floor to catch her breath, Batson began crawling on all fours over her. But he did not release her ankles. Instead, he was forcing her legs back still more, till her ankles were beside her ears. Her legs were bent to the very edge of cramping. Her little ass was pointing upward, lifted clear off the floor by her attitude and her hot young cunt tilted directly at the ceiling. Bonnie felt opened as never before-she could even feel the room's relatively cool air on the inside of her cunt!
"There, there, there," crooned Batson as if to a child. Simultaneously, he was maneuvering his hips and jabbing his hard prick downward. Time and again it smacked bluntly against her cunt lips or the hollow of her thighs to slide off. Bonnie, no less eager for his prick in her twat, was at the same time humping her hips up and trying to catch his prick pitch. In moments, the two of them were feverishly panting with the exertion, frustration-and arousal.
And then his glans lodged in the split of her cunt lips.
"Eaa-sy, easy," Bonnie moaned. She wriggled her hips from side to side and bit by bit, until his hard, mature cock was wedged securely into her grasping teenaged cunt.
"Oh yes," she breathed, almost as a single word. Even positioned as she was, with her cunt tilted upward and wide open and drooling hot juices and desperately eager, the joining wasn't quick and facile. Batson let his entire weight rest on the stave of his prick and, with tortuous slowness, sank the full length of it into Bonnie's quim.
"Uh-more-oh-yeah-fuck-FUCK!" she cried as she felt his bloated prick probing farther and farther into her. In that position, his dick drove deeper into her than she'd ever dreamed any man could get. She could feel his cock-head somewhere near her belly, pressing against all her innards even as it throbbed and pulsed against the constricted walls of her pussy.
Batson rested for a moment, fighting the sucking action of her hot, tight twat. He'd been thinking about this for a day and a half, anticipating and remembering the pleasure. Even though Bonnie had sucked him off only minutes before he needed all his years and experience to hold his raging nuts in check.
As soon as he began stroking, though, the intensity of Bonnie's reaction gave him the extra encouragement he needed to restrain his boiling balls.
She was going nuts!
"FUCK! OH YES!" she screamed, hips churning and cunt nipping on his cock. She came and then again, one two, just like a quick combination from an experienced fighter in peak form. The sensations coursing through her were exquisite. She couldn't move, except for her hips and the muscles of her cunt, because of the way Batson had her pinned-so she vented her orgasmic fury where she could ... and treated the horny middle-aged man to the most incredible cunt massage he'd ever experienced.
Bonnie could swear she felt her guts working over his prick, as well as her hot pussy. Every muscle in her sweet firm young body was tingling and she felt as if her flesh were simultaneously burning and freezing. Sweat poured off her as she came yet again.
And Batson-Batson pumped steadily in and out of her twat. He was like a machine, his cock pistoning in the thick goo of her cunt, unceasingly driving deep till his balls slapped the exposed furrow of her upturned ass, and then withdrawing till only the broad-flanged crown of his thick knob parted her pussy lips.
The going got tougher, though, as the combination of her position and her repeated orgasms began to slowly dry even Bonnie's ever-abundant lubricants.
Batson knew only that friction was getting wonderfully greater on his cock. His earlier ejaculation had taken the edge off as planned and now, at least, he was beginning to feel the first pre-cum stirrings in his nuts. He had to exert himself to continue the pumping in her drying cunt.
"Owww-stop for-ouch-please, please, hurry and come in me!" Bonnie pleaded. "It hurts!"
Batson showed his true colors. He was oblivious to her discomfort. He merely continued pumping and enjoyed all the more the clutchings of her cunt as she struggled vainly to free herself. Her legs were starting to hurt, too, from their extended distention and the fact that her cunt was in a fury of anguish.
"Stop, dammit-let me suck you off-you're hurting my little cunt!" she pleaded.
"Shut up and-uh-fuck!" Batson rasped at her. He grunted regularly now as he slammed his cock into her against the friction and resistance of her almost-dry twat.
"STOP!"
He ignored her.
"DAMN YOU!" she shrieked. "Can't you wait for a minute-"
"Shut up and fuck, you little cockteaser!"
With the sudden strength of fury and desperation, Bonnie got her knees against his shoulder and put to use all the lean, limber strength of her youthful summer swimming and riding. She heaved him back and away.
Bonnie rolled to her knees and screamed, "You bastard! Can't you wait until you get home to your daughter's cunt?" She forgot, in her anger, that there were limits-especially when someone with Batson's twisted personality, a personality that used and abused people, was concerned.
"You little bitch," he growled. "You'll pay for that." He climbed to his feet and began stalking her ominously. For the first time, Bonnie realized she'd gone too far. Batson was a big man, they were alone, and she'd goaded him beyond the reach of reason. Justified or not, her barb had sunk home-and now, like an enraged, wounded bull, Batson was advancing on her with something other than lust in his face.
Bonnie gathered her legs beneath her and leaped just before he reached her. She landed on her bed and quickly rolled off it onto the floor on the other side. Bonnie raised her head to see him coming toward her around the foot of the bed. There was no way of knowing if there was any limit on what he might do to her in this blind rage.
She waited till the last second and hurled herself back across the bed. Batson's wild grab only knocked her off-balance. She fell heavily, winding herself and twisting her ankle, but she was up and scrambling through the door down the hall, yelling for help at the top of her lungs.
She saw a shadow cast from the kitchen to the floor at the foot of the steps, and her heart leaped. Her brother!
Then she saw it was Mrs. O'Hara. Bonnie tried to jump the last three steps as Batson came swarming down the stairs two at a time in his rage. Still naked and growling like the animal he was.
Bonnie landed on the twisted ankle and fell heavily. She let herself lay there, helpless and winded and hurting all over, looking up at wide-eyed Mrs. O'Hara.
"Why, child-?"
"Get out, Mrs. O'Hara! Batson's gone crazy and he might hurt you!"
Batson was only seconds away.
"Please, Mrs. O'Hara, get out!" Bonnie sobbed, knowing there was nothing else to be done.
"Hell no," Mrs. O'Hara said. In one swift movement, she whirled, grabbed a cast-aluminum decorator-design bought-at-Macy's Cellar Revere fry pan and swung it, neatly parting Batson's hair as he stepped toward Bonnie, and dropped him in his tracks.
Mrs. O'Hara stood over Bonnie, looking down at Batson. He'd fallen only a few steps away. "Haven't had to do that since-well, a long time ago," she said calmly. "But it's nice to know I haven't lost my touch."
"Mrs. O'Hara-"
The woman used her foot to roll Batson onto his back and frankly studied the man's limp cock and swollen nuts. "Looks to me, child," she said, her eyes twinkling, "as if you bit off more than you could chew."
Her gently smiling face was the last thing Bonnie saw before she fainted.
CHAPTER TEN
"I don't know," Bonnie told her brother through the opened window. He opened the door and she stepped out into the sticky night darkness. A gently lyrical minstrel song echoed through the tree from Barbara's house. A half-dozen other cars already crowded the driveway. "All I know is that when I woke up, Batson was gone, so was his wife, and his touch had left me feeling crawly all over. I soaked in the tub till you came home."
Eddie pushed the door shut. "Well," he said, "when I got back to the house, Dad said Batson had just left. As soon as Dad and Mom and Mrs. Batson came back from the marina, Batson had told them he'd gotten a message from his office and they had to leave right away. Something about Mrs. O'Hara giving him the message."
"That she did," Bonnie said. She slipped her arm about her brother's waist and they strolled toward the house and the sounds of relaxed merriment.
"Mrs. O knew about you and Batson, and Batson knew about you and me," Eddie said. "Do you think Mrs. O knows about you and me?"
"I think Mrs. O knows a lot about all of us."
They walked around the side of the house to the backyard and joined the gathering.
After what had happened that afternoon, Bonnie hadn't expected to feel very lustful. And her expectation was right on the beam for most of the evening.
But at just about the time evening turned into morning-around midnight-and only five or six people besides herself and her brother and Barbara remained outside in the soft night, she found her thoughts returning to sex.
Especially when her brother-who'd been understanding and kind and considerate and all those other things in a normal, brotherly vein she'd wanted-started cozying up to Barbara.
"I'm surprised," Barbara said. They were in the kitchen. It was the first time Bonnie and Barbara had been alone all night. The clock said half-past midnight.
"By what?" Bonnie inquired as she stirred the juices-orange, grapefruit and strawberry mixed with lemonade, all frozen-in the big pitcher-decanter.
"Eddie. He always seemed to me the self-appointed gift to females. He's actually acting civilized. And I kind of find him...."
"Attractive? I know what you mean."
Barbara laughed. "Not the same way, I'm sure."
Bonnie made a snap decision, trusting her intuition. "Actually, in precisely the same way."
For the first time in her memory, Bonnie saw Barbara show surprise. "Really?"
"Really."
Barbara continued laying out chips and cheeses. "Ever done anything about it?"
"Yes."
Barbara's eyebrows went up and down for a moment.
"Do you think that's really grotesque?"
"What?"
"You know-with my own brother?"
"It's even better with a father figure," said Barbara. "Especially the original father figure."
Bonnie made no effort to conceal her astonishment. "You're kid-"
"Nope. Really. Admit it. You've thought about it once or twice."
Bonnie nodded slowly. "But not for long."
"Whatever." Barbara hefted the tray. Her magnificent tits heaved within the flimsy net top. Bonnie noted how hard Barbara's nipples were-and how hard her own had become.
"One thing, Bonnie-how would you feel if Eddie and I started getting it on?"
Bonnie had been thinking about that. "Jealous," she answered honestly.
"Of whom?"
"Of both of you."
Barbara smiled her madonna smile. "You'll think of a way to cure that, I'm sure."
Bonnie watched her friend-lover glide through the kitchen door and out into the backyard. A pair of tiki torches were the sole illumination.
Bonnie flicked off the kitchen light and followed her. The night was so hot and damp that stepping into it was like walking into an overly warm bath. The very texture of the air mitigated against sudden movement and violent emotions. Languor was the antidote to tension, and quick words or actions would surely bring smothering in that syrupy atmosphere.
The steady sips of wine all night had left Bonnie somewhere at the far edge of mellow. When the last couple quietly said goodnight and found their way out of the yard at half-past-one in the morning, Bonnie and Barbara and Eddie were comfortably huddled-despite the heat-near the outdoor speakers. A Waverly Consort recording of medieval music was playing through the tracks for the eighth or ninth consecutive time. They liked it. Besides, none of them had the energy for anything as hardware-oriented as changing a record all the way inside the house.
Barbara sat in the lounge chair, leaning back against Eddie. His arms were around her from behind. From time to time he held her hands in his or let his palms glide over her breasts or he leaned forward to gently kiss the side of her neck.
Bonnie sat on the grass with her head resting on Barbara's well-curved thigh. From time to time, Barbara's hand touched her hair. From time to time, Barbara's toes curled in the grass by Bonnie's thigh and Barbara murmured something appreciative. Bonnie knew the sounds and sighs, and a glance from the comers of her eyes con firmed her suspicions. Nicely. Pleasantly.
The sighs grew throatier and the twitching of Barbara's foot grew more pronounced-and then Bonnie heard Barbara gurgle softly.
Barbara's hand was at the top of her head and sliding down, trembling, to caress her cheeks. Bonnie put down her nearly empty wineglass and took Barbara's hand in her own, turning her face to brush her lips against Barbara's palm. Barbara drew her hand upward and then Bonnie's fingers were on the unmistakable flesh of Barbara's breast-and her brother's hand.
Bonnie twisted slowly, gracefully. Her brother was cupping as much as he could of Barbara's mammoth tits in his hands. He had her throbbing nipples caught between his thumbs and forefingers and was tweaking and tugging them. Bonnie began kissing Barbara's thighs, then unfastened the waist-snap of her shorts. She pressed her lips to Barbara's rippling belly and drew them as far down into the opened vee of the unfastened cloth as she could, running her tongue into the curling tendrils of damp pubic hair that escaped into the open.
Barbara readily shifted her hips. Bonnie stripped off her shorts to find her naked underneath as Eddie stripped off Barbara's top completely. The voluptuous teenager was absolutely naked between brother and sister.
Bonnie's hands went to Barbara's hips, urging her to slump down in the chair and then spread her legs. Bonnie knelt up between the strong thighs and began licking and mouthing the sleek undercurves of Barbara's bountiful boobs. Eddie bent over to suckle her nipples. Barbara was writhing and moaning with pleasure, and a few whimpers escaped Bonnie's throat, too.
Only a few minutes of this was all any of the trio could take. Bonnie and Eddie almost frantically-almost, because the night was as hot and sticky as ever-removed their own and each other's clothes. Then the three of them were naked on the grass together.
Bonnie and Eddie divided Barbara's tits, each giving a few minutes of undivided attention to one mountainous hemisphere of ripe flesh. Then Bonnie was pressing her open lips to Barbara's as Eddie slid down to mouth Barbara's cunt and finger Bonnie's clit. Then they switched. Then Barbara was sharing Eddie's big cock with Bonnie, the two of them licking the shaft simultaneously before Barbara ducked her head down low to lick Eddie's congested balls and Bonnie sucked the throbbing glans. When he came, Barbara shifted quickly and the two teenagers took turns sucking at the spurting cum while Bonnie's fist stroked the base of his shaft and Barbara's fingers tickled and lifted his jerking balls.
His cock barely diminished in its rigidity-and what little stiffness was lost was quickly regained when they began licking his thighs and cock again, and then kissed one another with his cock caught between their working lips.
Eddie pushed Bonnie backwards, and then he and Barbara fell on her like starved people finding a banquet in the midst of famine. In seconds, Bonnie was moaning and whining with pleasure and desire. Then Barbara was sucking her clit and fingering her cunt while Eddie sucked her achingly hard nipples and stroked her rippling belly. Eddie shifted and Bonnie found her moans muffled by a mouthful of hard cock. After a few minutes of sucking his dick, Bonnie watched Eddie and Barbara trade posts. And then, they all shifted again. Bonnie was stretched out on top of Barbara, her face buried in Barbara's steaming cunt as Barbara licked and sucked Bonnie's drooling snatch.
Bonnie screamed with pleasure in Barbara's cunt as she felt her brother's stiff cock sliding into the grip of her cunt lips-which Barbara had thoughtfully spread receptively wide. As her brother stroked powerfully in and out of her hungry cunt, Bonnie felt Barbara's lips lock around her blood-engorged clit, and her tongue all over her swollen pussy lips. She started coming quickly and, once she started, she kept coming and coming until her screams were almost as continuous as her orgasms and she was nearly delirious with pleasure. She felt her brother climaxing and his cock shriveling.
At some time after that-Bonnie never did get the sequence completely straight in her memory-she was laying beneath Barbara as her brother stroked his again-stiff cock in and out of Barbara's box. Bonnie was licking Barbara's clit and pussy lips and feeling Barbara's meaty asscheeks shudder beneath her gripping fingers. But her brother hadn't come yet and wasn't likely to for a while.
Bonnie didn't recall whose idea it was, but when Eddie's prick was probing into Barbara's asshole, and Bonnie was working three and then four fingers into Barbara's voracious twat-and finally working her entire hand once again in her bi-lover's body. She remembered exactly, later, how clearly she could feel her brother finally shooting his hot load far, far up into Barbara's tight anus, even as Bonnie herself was licked and sucked and fingered to yet another series of shattering orgasms by Barbara.
And she would never forget how lovely and wonderful it felt, once all of the mind-boggling pleasures had been experienced and all the possible combinations and permutations had been explored, to simply lay with her brother and the other woman in the soft night on the soft grass, savoring the togetherness of the moment and, for the first time since she'd discovered fucking, a brief interlude of satiation.
What a wonderful way it is, she thought, to feel and be while watching the first glimmerings of the sun coming up.
And beneath her hand, resting lightly and protectively on her brother's dick, she felt something else coming up.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was nearly nine a.m. by the time Eddie and Bonnie got back to the house. Bonnie had just stumbled to her room and fallen, fully clothed, into bed, when she heard Mrs. O'Hara arrive to start her day's work around the house. Tumbling into a deep, exhausted sleep, Bonnie had a last conscious thought about whether or not Mrs. O did indeed know about Bonnie and Eddie.
Bonnie awoke a few hours later to relieve the pressure in her bladder. The oppressive heat and unrelenting sunshine continued, but the humidity had become nearly unbearable. Bonnie decided to rest in the backyard, napping in the sun.
Her brother was already there. "Hiya, Bonnie."
"Hiya, Eddie." He grabbed her thigh as she ambled past him, and pulled her face down for a kiss. "Watch it-Mrs. O will see."
"She's not around. Neither are Mom and Dad."
"Where'd they go?"
"Beats me."
Bonnie straightened and let her eyes focus on her brother's body for a moment. There was no question about it, now that she looked at him frankly as a sexual partner. Her brother was a hunk. And the affection she felt for him was more than sisterly.
Bonnie stripped off her beach jacket. She wore her tiniest new string bikini. Eddie was watching her from squinted eyes in the bright sun.
"That's new."
"Sure is," she said, and pirouetted slowly for him. "You like?"
"I like."
She stared obviously at his crotch. "Doesn't show."
He groaned. Bonnie laughed as she stretched out in the red chaise lounge beside his. "What's the matter, Eddie, too much for you?"
It had been meant rhetorically, but he didn't take it that way. "Damn near. I never felt so thoroughly drained as I did this morning."
"I just felt fucked."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, sister, but did I imagine that at one point I was fucking Barbara's ass and you were shoving your fist up her cunt?"
"You don't have that much imagination. It happened, bro'."
He emitted a low whistle. "I never would have believed it was possible if I hadn't been there."
"And you were there."
"But, I mean-how? Barbara's got an awfully tight cunt."
"It'll stretch a mile before it tears an inch."
"Even so-"
"Even so. Maybe she just needed more than you could give her."
"Never thought I'd see the day...."
Bonnie sat up and leaned over, resting her hand lightly on his forearm. "Hey, Eddie, I'm only kidding about that." She slid her hand down to the bulging lump of his genitals within his swimsuit and lightly covered it. "There's plenty there for any woman. Almost too much for some-like me."
"What do you mean?"
"You're hung."
"That's why they call me 'Kong.' "
"Oh, I never knew that. Well, you are hung, and when you put that thing all the way in from certain angles-well, it almost hurts." She moved her hand slightly. His dick stirred within the fabric. "But nice." She squeezed the growing bulge of his prick. He groaned.
"What's the matter, Kong-too much woman for you?"
"I won't be able to get it up for a week."
She laughed. "I remember reading somewhere that the male of the species reaches the peak of sexual activity at precisely your age." She moved her hand more insistently, with more purpose.
"Cripes, Bonnie, give it a rest."
For all his protests, his prick was almost half-hard now.
"No way, Eddie-it would be an insult to my feminine charms." Keeping that mischievous hand in place, she stood and leaned over him. "Or don't you find me attractive anymore?"
Eddie opened his eyes and found himself looking into the valley between her tits, a valley deepened and accented by the restriction of the string bikini top.
Bonnie reached up behind her back with her free hand and tugged the end of the bow tied in the single string. The top fell loose and hung down. "You know what I think, Eddie?" she asked quietly.
"What?"
"I think you're all hung-up on Barbara now." Her hand was steadily caressing his cock and balls through his briefs. "I think you don't find me so attractive anymore."
"Don't be silly, Bonnie-and stop that!"
She smiled and began wriggling her hand up inside the leg of the swimming briefs till she was holding the shaft of his still-swelling prick.
"I'm not silly, Eddie. Barbara's got such big, gorgeous tits and such a ripe ass-and that beautiful long, thick hair!"
"Stop it, Bonnie."
She kept right on stroking his meat and bent farther, till her face was inches from his.
"If I was Barbara doing this, you'd be more than ready to fuck."
"You're just as good-looking as she is, Bonnie."
"My boobs aren't nearly as big or as nice as hers-"
"Yes they are," he whispered, panting as her hand and proximity had their effect. "I mean-"
"What?" She was enjoying this teasing.
"I mean, no, of course your tits aren't as big as hers. Hell, I never knew any woman with tits that big. But yours are just as nice-nicer."
"You mean that-or are you just saying it?"
He shook his head over-emphatically. "No, I mean it, Bonnie. You've got the nicest tits ... In fact-" He shut his mouth and tried-without success-to stifle a groan as she began rubbing his glans with her thumb.
"In fact what?"
"Nothing."
"Talk."
"Well-the fact is that I've spied on you ever since you started developing."
The first little stirrings of lust suddenly blossomed inside her cunt. Something about the idea of her brother secretly watching her turned Bonnie on immensely. "You have? " she coaxed.
"Yeah," he said. "That tight little ass and those slim hips-and then it was like a surprise that your tits should be getting so big. They're not as big as Barbara's, but, well, they're kind of bigger than they look at first and they're really full for someone as slender as you are-and they're shaped just perfectly. And they're so nice and firm. Sometimes I even-"
"Even what? Jerked-off watching me? Fantasizing what it would be like to fuck your little sister?" She tightened her grip on his shaft and jerked quickly, in short strokes.
He nodded, biting his lower lip. "And did you fantasize about licking and sucking my tits?"
Again he nodded.
"Well, now's your chance to do exactly what you used to fantasize about." She leaned forward and pressed one ripe, impossibly firm young tit against his lips. With a deep-throated groan, Eddie opened his mouth and sucked the hard berry of her nipple inside.
Then it was Bonnie's turn to groan as she felt her brother suck her nipple and whip at it with his tongue. The edge of his teeth was pressing into the soft-firm curve of her tit, and that only added to her pleasure. She pressed her tit down powerfully into his mouth. He opened his lips wider to get all he could of it inside.
She raised her upper body and fed the other breast to him, this time teasing him momentarily. His tongue licked out, his saliva coating the sweet curve of her boob. The tip of his tongue occasionally brushed the straining tip of her nipple.
Bonnie withdrew her hand from his briefs and pushed the waistband down low. She fished his prick out. He was almost completely hard when she closed her fingers around it again and resumed her steady stroking.
Eddie's hand came up around her and pulled her down against him. Bonnie almost lost her balance and nearly fell on top of him. She braced herself with one hand on the back of the lounger. The position brought her other knocker against the side of his face, and Eddie was momentarily confronted with a tit-man's fantasy. He swung his face from side to side, sucking and licking first one swelling mound of flesh and then the other.
Bonnie felt the hot juices secreting faster than ever in her cunt-and when she felt her brother's searching hand slide up between her thighs to cup her box through the absurd tininess of her bikini bottoms, she began pushing her hot young quim down into his palm. Almost immediately, he was slipping a finger inside her bottoms. His digit found and grazed the swollen lips of her slit and then massaged her clit. Bonnie whimpered softly with pleasure as she felt the strength starting to leave her leg.
But when Eddie slid his finger into her wet cunt, she caught her breath sharply. She was sore inside. She wasn't surprised, but regretted not having thought of it before carrying this prick-tease so far. The session with Batson the previous afternoon coupled with the incredible fucking and sucking all night-and well into the morning had left her tender young cunt all too sensitive. The slightest touch inside was uncomfortable-and could quickly become downright painful.
But she didn't want to leave her brother with blue balls and she did want to have the pleasure, the oddly sensual pleasure, of making him shoot his boiling load.
"I want to suck you," she said simply-and quickly shifted. Eddie was forced to withdraw his finger as she knelt on the soft grass at the foot of his chaise lounge. She bent way over and caught the head of his cock in her mouth-and realized to her own surprise that this was exactly what she had been wanting to do ever since he'd told her of his jerk-off fantasies of newly pubescent Bonnie.
Bonnie ducked her head down and stuffed as much of his fat prong into her mouth as she could, then tightened her lips and sucked powerfully as she pulled her head up again. Eddie's hips came up as well as he struggled to keep all he could of his prick in her mouth.
With just the knob still in her lips, Bonnie began twirling her tongue about his dick as if it were a melting ice cream cone. Eddie gasped with pleasure and began fucking his hips upward at her-but Bonnie was in control of the situation and let no more than the knob stay in her mouth. Some of her saliva had dripped down to coat the sides of his rock-hard shaft. She gripped it in her fist and slowly began jerking on it, now and then dropping her fingers to tease his nuts.
Eddie continued humping his hips, slowly sliding down on the chaise lounge till his knees were at the edge. Bonnie knelt up straighter and began bobbing her head rapidly for a few strokes, then suddenly twisted her head from side to side as she slowly worked her way back down his cock with her tightened lips. Her brother was moaning and bucking wildly. She could feel his cock twitching with telltale pre-cum spasms, and knew he was close to climax. She brought her hand up between his legs and played with the congested globes of his big, virile young balls.
Suddenly, Eddie's hands were at her head and he was ramming his prick into her mouth. The knob barged into the back of her throat and slithered past the constriction and down into her gullet.
Bonnie fought the moment of panic and the gag reflex. He was pulling his prick back out-and then slamming it into her throat again. Back and forth-until he was fucking her face!
Bonnie brought her hands up and hugged him about the waist. She wanted to swallow her big brother's big dick, to feel his pubic hairs tickling her nose and his balls against her chin! She wanted to give him the best suck-off of his life, a sucking he'd never forget!
But most of all, she wanted to drink his hot, heavy load down into her belly!
When he pushed his dong into her mouth again, Bonnie held fast. She tightened her lips around the thick prickbase and wriggled her trapped tongue against the underside of his shaft. She felt his balls surge and hump against her chin within their tight sac-and then she felt his knob swell and bulge within her throat.
With a loud groan and feverish little jerks of his hips, Eddie signalled that he was unloading. Bonnie whimpered against the cock in her throat and sucked madly. Her gullet muscles were massaging his prick, milking it as geysers of hot jism flooded into her belly!
And just like that, without touching her cunt or clit, Bonnie came, too. It wasn't the enormous shattering orgasm she had when she was being sucked or fucked, but it was an orgasm none the less.
His cock began to shrivel and he fell limply back onto the chaise lounge. Bonnie sagged forward, resting her head on his powerfully muscled thigh. The crotch of her bikini bottoms was darkly dampened with her pussy cream.
A tiny amount of his jism slimed her lips, and the top of his cock was slick with it. Bonnie drew it to her by hooking her tongue beneath the pink glans, slowly sucked and licked his prick clean of any evidence of his cum, then ran her little pink tongue all around her lips and cheeks to get every last smidgeon of his fuck juice.
When she looked up, she found her brother had watched this intently.
"You're something else, Sis," he said.
She smiled, resolved that before they returned to their winter home, there'd be no doubt at all in her brother's mind that she was not only something else, but one of a kind ... when it came to fucking.
CHAPTER TWELVE
For some reason Bonnie couldn't articulate-or explain to herself, for that matter-how she grew to crave the taste of her brother's cock and the feel of his prick swelling as he dumped his load in her mouth. She found herself coming more and more powerfully every time she sucked him off-and she sucked him off every opportunity she got.
Sometimes there wasn't much chance for more than a blowjob. The times when they were alone and had time to really fuck grew less and less frequent as the summer began to wind down. Sure, they suspected that Mrs. O'Hara would keep her mouth shut if she found out-but they couldn't be certain of her silence, so they avoided detection as much as possible.
But there were times, too, when they made their opportunities to fuck-and sometimes those moments became suddenly fraught with the danger of detection. And the danger added a special, extra pleasure to it! Like the time in the shower.
Saturday, just past noon. Their mother and father were lounging by the pool, reading. Bonnie had spent the morning lolling in bed, casually rubbing her cunt as she re-read the letters column of the magazines she'd hidden in her room, occasionally getting her rocks off and then burying her face in her pillows to stifle and muffle her screams of pleasure. And all the time, knowing that her brother slept in the room next door, with a nice, long, thick penis that could be made even longer and thicker with the application of her tender lips and throat.
It had been three days since they'd had the chance even for a quick sucking. Not that Eddie was doing without! Bonnie knew he'd spent at least two evenings of the past three with Barbara. She wasn't resentful or even really jealous; she just wished she could have been along for the fun!
But now Bonnie was ready to scream with frustration. All the finger-fucking hadn't scratched the itch in her cunt, and as much as she enjoyed the ever more powerful comes she got when her brother shot-off in her mouth and throat, it wasn't at all the same as being soundly, deeply fucked.
And then she heard the door to his room open. An idea came to her, at least partially inspired by one of those letters. Bonnie listened at the door to the hallway until she was sure that....
Yes. Her brother was taking a shower.
Just the thought of his taut, well-muscled body-not to mention his nice long cock-naked under the hot spray set the juices to bubbling in her cunt again.
Bonnie opened her door a crack. The hall was empty. The shower was running. Taking a deep breath that pushed her swollen nipples like spikes against the flimsy material of her baby-doll nightgown, she scurried quickly down the hall. The bathroom door was locked from within, so she knocked sharply.
"I'm taking a shower!" Her brother's voice was muffled from within.
"I know," she giggled. "Let me in-and I'll return the favor."
The door opened a crack. Water streamed down off her brother's head to his shoulders and chest. "What the hell are you-"
"Shhhh!" She pushed inside. He stepped back as she closed the door behind her.
"Well, don't let me stop you."
"Bonnie, Mom and Dad are-"
"Downstairs. How about if I scrub your back for you, big brother?"
"What?"
Bonnie merely pulled the nightgown over her head and dropped it to the floor.
"In the shower, buster." Her hand against his chest pushed him backwards. They stepped into the tub-stall together. The water was still running.
"Bonnie, I don't think this is a very good-"
"Shut up and hand me the soap." She stepped under the spray. It felt good and tingly against her bare flesh. Some of the spray bounced off hejr shoulders and through the open stall door, soaking the bath-rug. Bonnie reached through for a moment to flick her nightgown into a comer, out of the way, and then closed the door.
Her brother stood under the spray, soap held out in one hand like a bathroom-stall Indian. Bonnie grinned and took the soap and quickly began methodically sudsing and lathering. The feel of his hard muscles under her fingers only made her hotter.
She worked up a rich lather across his shoulders and down over his flat stomach. Bonnie tweaked the flesh just above his hips. "Working on some love handles there," she teased. "Been skipping your morning workouts?"
"Just eating too much," he said. There was enough insinuation in his voice to send mental images of her brother and Barbara together rushing through her already overheated young mind.
Bonnie worked the suds down lower, over his trim hips and thighs, then knelt to soap his calves.
Finally she began soaping the area around his cock. It was already stiffening, standing out horizontally from his groin. Bonnie gripped his prick with one hand and jabbed it straight at her nipple, as if to work the stiffened nozzle into the little pee-hole slit. Eddie groaned. She felt his cock spasm in her fist and smiled slightly.
Finally, then, she soaped his cock, taking plenty of time to slowly stroke her hand up and down the rigid bar of flesh, pausing at the end of each stroke to work her palm over the ultrasensitive velvety flesh of his knob.
When her brother was a moaning, shivering wreck in front of her, Bonnie's hands went to his hips, turning him away from her. As soon as he faced the wall and the sprayer, she reached around with one hand to grip his cock again. A few quick strokes and he was leaning forward slightly, bracing his hands against the tiles.
Bonnie quickly soaped the backs of his muscular calves and thighs, the hot spray beating like endlessly working fingers on her swollen, heaving tits and rigid nipples. She could feel the flesh of her chest and neck and face redden with a sexual flush.
Now she began soaping her brother's lean, hard-muscled buttocks. They were small and tight and, well, she thought, just plain cute.
"You've got cute buns," she said teasingly. He started to turn. "What-" he began, but her hand was quickly back on his cock, guiding him into the position she wanted him to take.
Bonnie slowly worked a rich, sudsy lather into the furrow of her brother's ass and then began teasing the tingling little ring of his butt-hole.
"Hey!"
"Stay there," she said, just loud enough for him to hear her over the noise of the shower. But there was no way she could mistake his uneasiness at having her finger near the unviolated hole. Neither was there any way she was going to pass up the chance to turn the tables.
Bonnie continued massaging and rubbing the rubbery little ring until the fearful tension had left it and she was able to slip the tip of her finger into his ass.
Again, his asscheeks tightened. "Hurt?" she asked.
"N-no, not really-it's just kind of scary."
She pushed the finger farther inside while again reaching around to grip his prick. As the second knuckle slipped into his butt, her brother's cock got harder than she'd ever before known it.
He groaned as she began moving the finger in and out in time to her jerking on his dick.
Suddenly, she withdrew the finger.
"Turn around," she said. She could see his knees shaking as he did so-but then she was confronted with the reality of his enormous erection. She was just about to take it into her mouth when something else intruded.
The sound of the bathroom door opening. "You in here, Eddie?"
Her father's voice. Bonnie's eyes widened in horror. She slipped down as far as she could in the tub, resting her taut asscheeks on the edge of the porcelain and pressing back against the tile.
"Y-yeah, Dad. What do you want?"
"I'm glad it's you and not your sister." The bathroom door closed. Bonnie heard the toilet seat being lifted and instinctively looked toward the noise-and found that, to her horror, there was the smallest of gaps between the shower-stall door frame and the wall.
She could see through the gap!
And Bonnie knew that if she could see out through the gap, her father could see in. All he had to do was look down and to his right, and he'd see his little Bonnie's big blue eyes looking right back at him.
Well, almost-because Bonnie's attention, for all her fear of being caught, was not on her father's eyes.
"Your mother's got the downstairs bathroom tied up," their father was saying. "And I just couldn't wait any longer."
Her attention was on the object her father held in his hands, aiming it like a garden hose at the open bowl of the toilet.
And hose was indeed the word, as far as Bonnie was concerned.
Without consciously thinking about it, her grip on her brother's cock tightened and her stroking quickened. She had never seen anything so big and beautiful in her life as her father's prick. It was simply immense, at least eight inches long and as thick as her wrist-and that was soft!
Bonnie's mouth hung open as she watched her father pee into the toilet, the hot yellow stream hissing into the water. For what she was seeing in her feverish mind was not exactly what she was seeing with her eyes, of course. What she was seeing in the porno theater of her mind was her father's huge cock fully erected and spitting torrents of hot, thick, paternal jism.
She watched as he shook the proverbial last drops and then flushed. "That feels a hell of a lot better."
He turned toward Bonnie!
Her hand stopped in mid-stroke on her brother's cock. Her fingers tightened till Eddie winced. "Eddie, where's the soap?" He'd been looking at the lavatory, of course. "Uh, I, uh-"
"Give it to me, please, just for a minute."
Bonnie released her brother's prick. Eddie slid open the far door to the stall and handed the bar of Irish Spring out to their father. As he began washing his hands, Bonnie reached up and began fingering Eddie's prick again.
"Stop it.'" he mouthed at her.
She shook her head, and kept reaching for his prick.
Their father rinsed his hands. "Thanks. See you later, Son."
"Sure, Dad." Eddie slid the door closed as their father stepped toward the bathroom door.
Then he turned back. "Eddie-is your sister awake yet?"
"Uh, I, uh, didn't see her all morning, Dad." Strictly true, at least. Bonnie hadn't entered the shower till just past noon. "Uh-huh."
As soon as he left the bathroom, Bonnie was on her brother like a leech, fastening her mouth around the tip of his half-wilted cock and sucking the entire length of it into her mouth. As she bathed it in her warm spit and massaged it with her agile tongue, it quickly regained its formidable length and stiffness. The throbbing glans pushed at the back of her throat and Bonnie swallowed it briefly to insure that her brother was every bit as horny as she was.
"Oh, yeah, suck it, little sister, suck it," he groaned. His fingers rested on her head as he began sawing his dick in and out of her mouth.
But that wasn't what Bonnie wanted, not at that moment. She wanted to fuck.
Bonnie pulled his cock from her mouth and stood. She put her arms around her brother and wriggled back and forth, letting him feel the full, ripe mounds of her tits, made slippery by the soapy run-off from his body, squishing and squiggling against his chest and abdomen. She ground her overheated pussy against his thigh. She could feel his prick pulsating insistently against her abdomen.
Bonnie slung her arms about Eddie's neck and one leg high about his hips and began hoisting herself. He reached past her to brace one hand against the wall, reaching around to cup her firm ass and lift her. Bonnie put both shapely legs around his waist. His cock was trapped between her pubic mound and his hard-muscled stomach. She humped madly, raising herself still higher and screwing her hips down. She felt his glans nestle against her pussy, but again and again it slid off the mark.
Finally it hit and lodged in the split of her wet cunt lips.
"Ohhhhhh-auwe-auwe-auwe-" she moaned, the sound shuddering in time with her breathing as she settled herself down, impaling herself on the up-thrust spike of his nice hard dick. She revolved her hips about the pinion of his cock, getting the deepest penetration she could from his prong....
... and all the time knowing there was nothing she could do to stop the fantasy images of her father's huge prick driving up into her boiling box.
"C'mon and fuck me," she rasped into her brother's ear, punctuating the demand with her hot, wet tongue and breath. Bonnie began jiggling up and down on his dick, humping his prick and grinding her tits against his chest. Her lips were all over her brother's face, her teeth were nipping at his lips, his ears, his neck. Her fingers dug into his strong shoulders and broad back.
Eddie had all he could do to keep his balance, let alone fuck up into his sister's cunt. He slid his hand farther back to get a better grip on her ass. Her position had stretched her firm buttocks and spread wide the sleek moons to expose the puckered little pinhole of her pink ass.
Bonnie groaned when she felt her brother's fingers pressing against her anus.
"Shove your fingers up my ass," she pleaded.
Eddie swallowed and pushed one digit into the tight hole.
She moaned again when she felt the rubbery ring of muscle give way. Her brother's prick was filling her cunt so beautifully, but now his finger inside her rectum had tightened the sheath of her cunt still more about his prick. She could feel finger and prick against each other through the single thin membrane separating the passages. She was surprised and delighted to find that the finger felt good in her ass.
"Deeper, push that fucking finger farther into my asshole!" she gasped.
Eddie pushed, and Bonnie tried to jiggle her ass back against his probing finger at the same time she humped his cock. The digit delved deeper into her dark passageway. She felt the knuckle force its way past the reluctant ring of her anus, and then she was groaning and moaning almost without pause as it slid into her until his palm was flat against the furrow of her widespread young asscheeks.
"Fuck my ass with your finger," she ordered.
Eddie did his best to comply, his breath catching in his throat as he felt his sister's hot cunt sucking at his cock and her tight ass squeezing his finger.
Bonnie started to climax. Her hips jabbed and shook, vibrating in an orgasmic frenzy as the thick juice drooled down to mix with the hot shower spray running down her brother's legs.
The convulsive clutchings of her cunt sent a wave of weakness through Eddie. He almost lost his footing. He took a half-step forward and rested his sister's back against the wall for extra support.
Bonnie felt the cool tiles against her back and then felt her brother's other hand beneath her ass. Another finger was working at the rubbery ring of her rear entrance, massaging the nervous muscle until it gave way a bit. A second finger slithered up her ass alongside the first.
Eddie was wriggling both fingers side by side inside his sister's hot ass. He could feel the movements against his prick, through the slender skin separating her cunt from her ass. And he could feel his sister's quim sucking at his knob, drawing him deeper and deeper inside.
Bonnie was in some hedonist's heaven. After the near discovery by their father and the days without a hard cock in her cunt, she was more than ready for the explosive orgasms that ripped through her lithe young body. The pleasures were detonating in her cunt like a string of firecrackers, and she was humping and jiggling wildly.
"I can't hold it, Sis," Eddie groaned. He jerked his hips upward, pinning her against the wall with his cock-thrust.
Bonnie felt his dong reaching still deeper inside her, felt his pole thicken and swell still more, felt it spasm and twitch-and sank her teeth into her brother's shoulder to stifle her scream as the most powerful orgasm yet shot through her.
But even as Eddie came, Bonnie felt him pulling the entrance to her ass open, stretching her butt-hole wider with the two fingers buried in her bottom. She felt stretched and filled fore and aft.
She could feel his hot jism splashing into her cunt. She could feel his fingers stretching her ass. Her mind was filled with images of her father's big prick while her cunt and ass were filled with sensations from her brother's double-fucking.
She came and came and came, her cunt sucking every last drop of hot cum from her brother's virile young balls.
Eddie's knees began to buckle and Bonnie got her feet down just in time to prevent a potentially disastrous accident. The two slumped in the shower-which was starting to run cold as the hot water tank was finally depletedand gasped for breath. Bonnie's cunt relinquished Eddie's wilting cock and instantly, a thick stream of his jism mixed with her cunt goo began to pour out from between her newly unstoppered twat lips and slick her legs.
Suddenly realizing how close they'd been to discovery, the two quickly and quietly slipped from the stall, paused long enough to get dry and dress-in a manner of speaking-with the oversized bath sheets before fleeing back to their respective rooms.
It was almost a half hour later that Bonnie realized she'd left her baby-doll nightgown in the bathroom ... and wondered how her father could have missed seeing it.
She thought of hiding things in plain sight and decided that was how he'd missed it-along with the distraction of the pressure in his bladder.
She was wrong.
He'd seen it.
And noted it.
And wondered about it.
At that moment, in fact, her father was sitting by the pool. He glanced at his watch. Rodger told himself that he was going to have to insist that his wife see a doctor. No-a specialist. This "infection" of hers was getting to be quite a constant thing. She was in the bathroom a half hour at a time as a matter of routine.
And as if that weren't enough, she still pleaded soreness and discomfort whenever he reached for her in bed. She wouldn't even let him suck her. The infection, she always said. Just one of those things, she always said. Just hold me. And Rodger-his mother had insisted on the pretentious error of the extra "D" in his first name-suffered. His darling wife wouldn't condescend to suck him off, and the idea of ass-fucking filled her with horror. She called it "disgusting"-and noted that with a cock as big as his, she could be crippled for life. And none of his vows to be careful and gentle would move her.
So each night when they were together in the summer, Rodger would climb into the bed with his wife of nineteen years-who had a body and face as trim and tight as any teenager on the beach, thanks to her constant trips to the spa-and suffer. Can't you just hold me?
Rodger was an understanding man-to a point. He'd consulted doctors. Yes, these infections could last for years. Yes, they could cause discomfort during sexual intercourse. But surely he and his wife could come to an, er, understanding?
She wasn't. And Rodger was beginning to wonder if she wasn't simply trying to frustrate him. A lot of silly little disagreements that quickly became major battles came to mind. Moments when she'd embarrassed him in public. Could she be trying to drive him to divorce? To another woman with whom she'd have a clear case of adultery-and a large settlement?
He took another deep drink of his gin-and-tonic. It was his second drink of the day. He was already starting to feel pleasantly buzzed. He hadn't eaten. The Beefeater and Schweppes, with a twist of lime and orange peel rubbed on the rim of the glass and the crystal-clear ice picking up sunbeams to make rainbows in the drink. He savored the feel of the drink in his stomach and could positively see the relaxation spreading through his body. It wasn't a solution for the ache in his nuts, but it certainly made it all seem a hell of a lot less important.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was a Wednesday afternoon. The last Wednesday afternoon of the summer-the summer as far as Bonnie was concerned. Mrs. O'Hara was off and her mother was at the spa. Her father was taking the rest of the week off and would be in from the city sometime later that day.
Bonnie floated on her back in the pool. The sun was hot, but occasionally the wavelets lapped over her, cooling her. She let her eyelids relax against the scarlet glare of the sun and savored the weight of her soaked body, spread out like a fan in the clear water of the pool. Only a few weeks before, this time would have been spent in frantic masturbation, trying to ease the tension in her cunt that had built up all week. Now she was relaxed in the solitude of the day. In fact, she wasn't even thinking about fucking. Not much, anyhow. She was thinking about her father's disturbing new habit of coming to the summer house, perfunctorily greeting his wife and children-and then heading straight for the liquor cabinet. Something was wrong between her parents. Just what, she wasn't sure. But something was definitely wrong between them. "Hiya, good-looking."
Bonnie opened her eyes. She flicked her wrists in the water like a turtle's legs, turning herself, and smiled at her brother. "Hi, yourself. You're back early today."
He grinned. "Well, I was just sort of laying there on the beach and some of the guys were talking about how good some of the girls looked-and they did look good. But I kept thinking to myself that none of them were really as good-looking as you, and none of them were even as sexy as you-and I doubted that any of them could even come close to fucking as well as you."
"Hmmmm ... What time is it?"
"Almost one."
Bonnie rolled onto her stomach and did a fast crawl to the edge of the pool. She steadied herself with her hands on green concrete and looked up at her brother. The bulge in his shorts was quite clearly out-lined. His hard cock stretched down one powerful thigh, and she wondered if the knob ever slipped out into plain sight. She took a deep breath, knowing that the skimpy top of her bikini could hide the view of her lush young tits from his perspective-and knowing that her ever-sensitive nipples were as clearly visible through the thin halter as his cock was through his shorts.
Bonnie reached up with one hand and ran her palm up her brother's calf muscle to his knee. She saw his prick throb. "So you think I'm the best-looking piece of ass on the beach?" He nodded.
"Well, flattery will get you everywhere." She hoisted herself out of the water with one lithe effort and stood beside her brother. She put her hand between them and squeezed his prick. His eyelids came down to half-mast and his lips parted slightly. "Say, are you glad to see me or are you carrying a forty-five?" she asked, doing her justifiably little-known Mae West imitation.
"We've got the house to ourselves for about three hours," Eddie said urgently. "And that's enough time for me to fuck your brains out."
The last three words were spoken to Bonnie's back; she was already walking toward the house.
They lay side by side, almost sated for the moment. Bonnie's legs lay limply widespread. A thin sheen of perspiration glowed on their strong young bodies. Between her legs, from the lips of her cunt, drooled a trickle of mixed jism and pussy cream. Bonnie had one hand resting on her brother's belly. Her fingers toyed with his cock. It lay long and limber and slightly to one side, and was slick with the same lubricants that slimed her cunt lips. Her other hand slipped down between her legs and she began playing with her quim.
Her breathing quickened almost imperceptibly as she felt the demanding itchiness beginning again, Eddie saw what she was doing and rolled toward her. He lay on his side with his head propped on his hand, as if he were on the beach reading a book rather than in bed, watching his sister play with her sweet pussy.
"I like watching you do that," he said. He wet his fingers, then touched them to her nipples. The moisture heightened their sensitivity and they quickly swelled to their full, startling engorgement. Eddie ducked his head across and began licking and sucking her nipples.
Bonnie felt her brother's prick regain the iron rigidity it had had before he'd thrown her on her back, slung her legs over his shoulders and rammed the length of his shaft far, far up her hungry cunt. But when his teeth nipped lightly at her nipples, she was gone. A groan escaped her lips and she plunged a finger into her cunt, wriggling it. Her hips began to gyrate.
Without a word, Eddie rolled her onto her stomach and knelt behind her. He let his fingers reach between her legs to find and guide the head of his cock to the entrance of her hot snatch.
Slowly, he slipped his long prick into his sister's steaming cunt. Bonnie felt the meaty inches boring into her and wriggled her ass back and up at him till her taut buttocks were against his abdomen and his prick was throbbing deep in her abdomen. She slid her fingers back down to her clit and resumed rubbing and massaging the stiff little nubbin.
"Shit, that's good," Eddie moaned. "I can feel your cunt clamp down on my dick when you play with your clit. Ahhh-"
Bonnie was glad he was enjoying it, too, because it was getting her off like crazy. She felt an orgasm swiftly approaching, coiling between her lean hips. She humped his cock frantically as her fingers worked at her clit.
"Deeper! Harder! C'mon and fuck me-"
And just as he was about to come, he pulled his prick out. "What are you doing?" Bonnie demanded angrily.
"I want to fuck your ass," he said. He'd been watching her pert rear, watching the cheeks ripple and tense as she'd slid back and forth on his prick, watched the little pucker of her butt-hole open and close-and he'd been remembering how hot and tight her ass had been on his fingers that day in the shower.
And imagining what it would be like on his cock.
Bonnie had been remembering, too. "All-all right," she said, a little surge of excitement coursing through her at the idea of yet another way to ball. "Just take it easy."
Eddie put the head of his prick against her ass. Bonnie tried to relax the frightened constriction of her anus as she felt him push the thick glans into its fearsome tightness. He got about half the head in, but the straining, burning sensation was simply too much.
"T-take it out, please, Eddie," she gasped. He complied immediately. "It's too dry," she said. "Reach into the top drawer of my dresser and take out the cold cream."
As soon as he had the white jar, he knew what to do. A moment later, his cock had a thick coating of slippery cold cream. He got a big wad of it on the end of his finger and slid it into her grasping rectum.
"Cold," she said, "but it feels nice." She swiveled her ass at him and Eddie took it as encouragement. A second wad went into her butt, this time on the ends of two fingers. Bonnie felt her asshole being stretched and filled, and it felt generally wonderful. "C'mon and fuck it," she said suddenly. She put her head and shoulders on the bed, arching her ass up and back. Her brother wasted no time. In a moment, she felt him stuffing the thick, spongy head of his prick into her wondrous ass. The glans was toughest, seeming to stretch endlessly the rubbery ring of her anus-but then the cold cream did its work and the knob popped inside.
"Shit, that's so good!" he gasped from behind her, feeling the noose-like muscles of her bottom gripping the shaft of his prick just behind the flange of his knob.
Slowly, he began pushing into her. The going was tough at first; the walls of her tight ass gave way only grudgingly before his cock. Bonnie wriggled her behind from side to side, waving it at him as he drove steadily into the hot, unstretched rectal channel.
When it was halfway in, something inside her relaxed.
"Oh, yeah, give it to me," she burbled into the mattress. Her brother's hands clamped onto her hips and he shoved the rest of his big dong up her virgin ass with a single lunge. Bonnie groaned and then began bucking her hips at him as he pulled back and started to fuck her ass.
Bonnie felt taken as never before, in a way new and marvelous. This was certainly no substitute for having a cunt full of hard cock, but it was a dandy alternate route to "Coming! I'm commming! HARDER!"
Eddie pumped into her madly. Bonnie tensed and then shuddered into an orgasm that started somewhere between her narrow hips and exploded throughout her sweat-slicked form. Her fingers rubbed her clit and dove into her cunt, pumping the hot fuck hole in time to her brother's prick plunging into her ass. She came again and then tensed all over and convulsed with an orgasm of almost frightening intensity, and then all but collapsed in a limp pile on the rumpled sheets. Her fists unclenched, released the crumped bed linens and lay loosely at her sides. Only her brother's hands on her hips and the thick stake driving into her supported her torso. She lay, lolled, totally without strength, and sobbed and moaned incessantly as her brother pumped her hot young asshole over and over with his big prick. He was moaning, too, and she loved the Sounds because she knew her tight ass was giving him as much pleasure as she was getting from him.
Their moans and gasps and total immersion in hedonistic pleasure masked to their ears the sound of a car in the driveway, a car that wasn't due back for another two hours.
They didn't hear the footsteps on the gravel or the door open and close. They didn't hear the slightly tired male voice call out a hello-or the curious steps climbing the stairs toward the odd noises from the upstairs bedroom.
And when those steps stopped in the hallway, Bonnie was lost in an ecstatic fog and Eddie was into the short strokes, so they didn't notice their father standing in the open doorway, watching from behind as his son's thick prick grew broader and stiffer and longer, as his balls slapped up against Bonnie's exposed cunt and clit, as he drove his dick all the way up her ass and unloaded.
And had they even noticed him standing there, they couldn't have known the surprise in his mind-surprise that the two of them were fucking, surprise that Bonnie could accept such a thick cock into her teenaged asshole with such pleasure, surprise that he wasn't horrified by the blatant fact of their incest and-Surprise!-that it turned him on.
So Rodger stood there, surprised, almost-but not quite-shocked, rubbing his big, hard prick through his Hickey-Freeman trousers and enjoying the sight before him. Envying his son. And wondering....
Never knowing that Bonnie's grunts were the orgasm-uncoordinated moans of urging that grew from a fantasy she'd harbored ever since that day in the shower, ever since that view through a tiny crack, that she was moaning, over and over again-Fuck me, Daddy.
