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"BONNIE"
by Friar Dave
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Chapter Nine
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I know I dozed because suddenly I was wide awake,
though unmoving, between two nubile, slumbering women.
I opened my eyes and saw Kate standing in the doorway,
quietly surveying us. The sight excited her. I could
tell because her nipples were rigid. And I could see
them quite easily because she was quite naked. She was
even sexier naked than half-dressed, which can not be
said about most women. At 31-going-on-32, Kate was just
entering the full bloom of ripe femininity. Her throat
was long and graceful and pale and her breasts were
simply glorious -- ripe, full, jutting and with broad
aureoles surrounding now-rigid nozzles. Her tummy was
smooth and firm and her abdomen had just that luxuriant
hint of roundness. Her waist was taut and flared into
rich, womanly hips. Her legs were strong and between her
thighs was the compact mass of matted blonde pubic
curls. Her labia were large and protruding. I could see
them through her bush. Her clitoris was prominent and
visible even from across the room. She was a vision and
it was having a predictable effect on me.
She noticed that, too, because her eyes widened a bit
as she stared pointedly at my resurrecting dick. She
gazed at my face and made sure I was watching as she ran
her tongue over her lips. She began caressing her lovely
breasts with one hand and slowly slid the other between
her legs. Her eyes closed momentarily as she toyed with
her cunt and clit and then her knees bent a bit as she
slid a finger inside her pussy. She pinched and pulled
one nipple as she worked her finger in and out of
herself and then she bit her lip and shook.
Her eyes opened again, fixed on mine. She looked
pointedly at my throbbing prick, then back to my face.
Smiling, she took her hand from between her legs and
slowly sucked it all the way into her mouth, then pumped
it a few times.
I damn near came just watching her.
She pulled the finger out of her mouth, kissed her
palm, then blew me the kiss. She smiled broadly, then
backed quietly out of the room and closed the door
behind her.
"Damn," I muttered. Bonnie stirred at the sound. She
and Irene were pressed against me, their wonderful, taut
curves mashing into my flesh and imprinting me with a
message of lust. I ran my hand down over Bonnie's back
and caressed the creamy cleavage of her hard young ass.
She pressed her face against the side of my neck and
gripped my thigh with her legs. Her movement disturbed
Irene slightly. Irene reached across me to caress Bonita
so I duplicated my caress on Irene. Within moments, I
had two gorgeous young women rubbing two wet pussies
against my thighs.
Bonnie began kissing her way down my chest. She paused
to lick and suck my right nipple. Irene, equally awake,
now, seemed to think that was a neat idea and lavished
the same attention on my left nipple. Bonita, meantime,
was sliding her hand down over my abdomen. She gripped
the thick stalk of my hard dick and jerked it lightly a
couple of times. Then her lips followed the path her
fingers had blazed. She reversed herself slowly, being
sure to keep her stiff nipples in contact with my skin
as she moved. I pulled Irene up to cover her lips with
mine. In moments, our tongues were happily exploring
each other's mouth. Then what felt like a wet, sucking
oven covered the head of my cock and I groaned into
Irene's mouth. She must have known from my reaction that
Bonita was sucking my cock and it obviously turned her
on, because Irene began devouring my lips with hers.
pressing her wonderful breasts hard against me.
Then Bonnie did something I'd only experienced a
couple of times before -- she slowly forced the full
length of my prick into her mouth and throat, sucking
all the way. I groaned and arched, on the verge of
cumming -- and then she pulled her mouth off me. I felt
the bed shift as she moved.
"I wanna see you sit on him," she whispered to Irene
and then kissed her full on the lips, right in front of
my face. She broke the kiss and said, "Now, I wanna see
it now!"
Irene's eyes closed halfway and she swung her leg over
my hips and straddled me.
"I could suck your cock all day!" Bonnie whispered to
me, then slid down on the bed. She gripped and aimed my
prick as Irene sank slowly onto me. I watched her cunt
lips part wetly and spread around my thick dick. When
she was halfway down, Bonnie got behind her. Whatever
she did, it caused Irene to freeze and clench her cunt
around my cock. I put my hands on Irene's hips and
guided her down lower. It seemed like hours went by
before she had me all the way inside her juicy cunt. Her
eyes fluttered open, unfocused and I felt her vagina
fluttering around me. She began falling forward onto me
and I gratefully received the weight of her curvaceous
torso into my arms. She was kneeling, legs pulled up,
with her upper body flat against my chest.
Looking down over her round, gently undulating ass, I
could see Bonnie's contribution: she had her tongue
working at Irene's anus. Irene's hips began rolling,
slowly making tight little circles around the pinion of
my prick. All I had to do -- could do -- was lay there
and savor the exquisite sensation of her cunt rubbing
and sucking at my stiff dick.
I could feel Bonnie's talented tongue probing into
Irene's ass. I put my hands on Irene's buttocks and
pulled her down on me, hard, and spread her cheeks.
Bonnie was jabbing her tongue up into Irene's ass now,
and Irene was groaning and moaning against the side of
my neck. But then Bonnie led my hand to the pucker of
her girlfriend's butthole and withdrew her tongue from
the opening long enough to guide my finger inside. Irene
immediately began grunting and hunching against me, her
cunt gripping my dick as tightly as her ass gripped my
finger. I was going to cum in seconds with this
treatment. As if I needed more stimulus, Bonnie put her
head between my legs and starting lightly licking my
balls and that was the end of restraint.
I surged upward, lifting Irene with me. My cock
swelled inside her spasming cunt and then my balls
lurched and I unloaded. It felt like an electric current
was running through my nuts and dick, I came so hard.
Three, four -- five long geysers shot into Irene and she
was keeping pace with her own orgasms, her ass milking
at my finger as avidly as her cunt pulled on my prick.
My dick finally stopped jerking and began shrinking
inside her as I sank back to the bed, panting. Irene's
cunt grabbed my cock even more tightly as I pulled my
finger out of her lovely ass. We lay there, gasping for
breath as Bonnie crawled up and began kissing both of us
every place she could reach -- faces, shoulders, backs,
necks. "So hot...so beautiful," Bonnie kept murmuring. I
finally wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close
and tight against Irene and myself. The three of us lay
there, sighing and savoring the slick warmth of each
other's bodies. I was watching the play of sunlight and
shadow on the wall, letting my thoughts drift in that
unique, tattered afterglow that comes only after loving,
lusty sex. Which was how I happened to notice a larger
shadow detach itself and begin descending. We'd been
watched. Just then I heard Kate's yowling resume from
the other bedroom.
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"You mean, besides what I saw?" I nodded.
Kate smiled. "Well, I wish it had been me the second
time, but it wasn't. Seeing the three of you just
resting like that got me so wet that I went in and got
Mark started again."
"I heard the fire siren."
She smiled. "Just thinking about it makes me want to
go in and get his hose again. But he's beat." She
sighed. "I didn't know Dolores was into climbing trees."
"Me, neither." Assuming it has been Dolores and not
Penny. "Anyhow, I have an idea." I recounted my
conversation with the gardener and told her my plan.
"How well do you know Miguel?"
"Pretty well. He's a good man and reliable. Bright,
too. I trust him with the keys when I'm not here."
Kate nodded. "Hmmmm...Okay." She looked hesitant for
moment, then: "Dan, I want to know something, but I
won't be offended if you don't want to answer."
"Shoot."
"Well, I keep thinking about Bonnie and Irene together
with you and -- well, I've always had a fantasy about
being with a woman and a man."
"I bet that wouldn't break Mark's heart."
"That's the tough part," she admitted. "I don't think
I could stand watching him with another woman."
"That's understandable."
"Would you ever consider maybe, uh, you and me and
another wo--"
"No way. Kate, you're married to my cousin, the guy
who was always there for me when I was a kid. And if you
want to be with a woman, why does there have to be a man
there?"
She blushed. "Because my fantasy is to be making love
to a sexy woman while she gets reamed with a huge penis.
I mean, you wouldn't be making it with me, really, but
with her and I --"
I took her face in my hands. "Kate, if I were in that
situation, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands, lips or
anything else off you. You saw the effect you had on me.
No way, cousin-in-law."
She gave me a rueful smile, then clasped my hands with
hers and turned her head rapidly from one to the other,
planting little kisses in my palms. "Okay," she said,
standing. "I had to ask. No hard feelings." She glanced
down at my crotch. "Sorry. No pun intended." She walked
down off the porch.
I sat there with my coffee cooling in its mug and my
dick throbbing in my jeans. The sun was dropping from
its midday high point. Mark had taken the Subaru into
the town to pick up some things. Bonita and Irene had
taken their beach things down the road for some sun and
splashing (and to incite lust in men -- and women -- for
miles around). I was just wondering about Penny and
Dolores when the squirt came padding across the grass
from the driveway. She was wearing her beach wrap and
carrying her beach bag and she looked sullen. "Hi,
Muffin!"
She gave a listless wave and changed course. She sat
heavily in the Adirondack chair next to mine and pouted.
"What's the matter?"
"Dolores. A couple of guys were playing frisbee down
the beach so of course she had to play with them and
then she went and sat with them and left me there like a
lump."
"Didn't they invite you?" She gave me one of those
Boy-Are-You-Dumb looks. "These were like college guys.
They don't have any interest in a kid like me."
"Their loss."
She was silent, fuming, for a few seconds. Then, very
seriously: "Uncle Dan?"
"Yes, Muffin?" "You really like Irene, don't you?"
"I think she's very attractive." "But it's more than
that, isn't it?"
I sighed. "Maybe. I'm not sure. I want to get to know
her better -- a lot better."
"And you think Bonita is very pretty and sexy, too,
don't you?"
What was this kid getting at? "Yes, I do."
"And Dolores?"
"We already talked about that."
"But me -- ?" "Penny, I think you're gorgeous. And
sometimes you're so sexy that you scare me. But we
talked about that, too."
"If you and I were marooned on a desert island -- "
"We'd play Scrabble until you were seventeen."
She looked down at her hands for a moment, then
brightened: "And I'd beat you two out of three."
"You and what supercomputer?"
"Oh? Have you forgotten what happened the last time
you began running off at the mouth?"
I hadn't, but at least she'd stopped dropping her two-
ton hints. Besides, I hadn't had a good game in a long
time. "Yeah? Well, you get changed and I'll assemble the
Game of Your Doom."
"Ten minutes and you're cold meat!"
"Oh, yeah?" I jutted my jaw at her. She stood -- head
now even with mine -- and jutted her jaw right back at
me so we were nearly nose-to-nose.
"Yeah!" She twinkled, turned and twitch-twitch-
twitched off the porch. I went into the house and got
the game. I took it and a pitcher of iced tea out to the
picnic table, which was in the shade of the old twin-
trunk oak that dominated the yard. Kate came out with
Penny. Both of them were glowing and they yammered
animatedly till they got within earshot.
"You're making a big mistake, Dan. This kid has the
Scrabble Dictionary memorized." Kate was wearing an
outlandishly oversized straw hat, held in place with a
loud scarf. She was wearing a yellow tank-top and jeans.
She honored the jeans with her presence. But in the
tank-top, braless, Kate was a walking pheromone. Penny
had her hair pulled up into a topknot, with the excess
tumbling down the back of her head. In her white shorts
and NKOTB tee-shirt, she looked like the cute, bright
kid I wanted her to remain...at least for the immediate
future. "I'm going to wander on down to the beach and
collect some shells."
"You're going to collect more than that in those
clothes."
"Get your motor running, fella?"
"Have a nice walk, Kate."
"Yeah, Mom -- scram. I've got some cooking to do?"
"Cooking?" Kate asked. "Yeah. I have to cook someone a
humble pie and feed it to him."
"Ha!"
"Have fun. See you later." Kate sashayed off as Penny
and I drew letters. I started, with STIRRUP. Which I
thought was pretty good. Until she started on the
triple-word bonus and entered REQUIRE, tagging it to the
S in STIRRUP. She had the triple, she had the Q and she
had the 50- point bonus for using all seven letters. It
was going to be a long afternoon.
* * *
"Hi, Uncle Dan," Bonnie said brightly. I grunted.
Irene sidled up to me, pressing her hip into me. "Hi,
Uncle Dan."
"'lo."
"Wow, is he grumpy or what?" Bonnie complained.
"You'd be grumpy, too, if you were a professional
writer and just got beat four-straight at Scrabble,"
Penny chimed in. "By a kid." She was sitting in the
bay window, finishing Gravity's Rainbow. "His spelling
is dreadful."
"Didn't anyone have the decency to warn you about
her?" Bonnie asked.
"Mom tried to, but would he believe her? Nooooooo."
Penny still hadn't looked up from the book, but she
was grinning fiendishly. Little monster. "Where's Mom
and Dad?"
"They're out by the pool," I explained. "You guys game
for some great seafood for dinner?" They were, and their
enthusiasm grew as I explained about the fresh-catch
restaurant over by the Bay. "My treat."
"Where's Dolores?" Bonnie asked.
Penny made a rude noise. "She's with some new
friends,"
I explained. Bonnie's eyebrows went up. We left the
house around five-thirty, me and three lovely females.
With Dolores's prolonged absence, Kate and Mark had
decided to skip the dinner and wait for her. Dolores was
going to get a lecture about responsible behavior that
night -- namely, the responsibility of letting her folks
know where she was going to be. Not that Kate or Mark
would miss the added time alone.
The dinner was delightful. We sat on the open deck,
looking west over an inlet as the sun set. The food was
perfectly prepared, the view was spectacular, the
conversation was lively. Irene and Bonnie knew Penny
well enough to know they didn't have to pretend a kid
was present, so we talked about anything and everything:
politics, the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait, movies, books,
travel... everything but sex. Irene's travels had
burnished her with a sophisticated appreciation for the
ambience and food. Bonnie was, by nature, a sponge,
soaking up every smallest aspect of the experience.
Penny was just awash in pleasure at being treated like
the grownup she was (between her ears). Even folks who
only had a nodding acquaintance with me made an excuse
to come over and exchange pleasantries.
I wasn't delighted at the interruptions, but I
certainly understood. Bonnie was wearing a simple black
dress that came to mid-calf. It was sleeveless and
loose. And it was slit up the side almost to her hip and
the overlapping lapels were trusted to benign winds and
her conscientious posture. Every time she leaned too far
or a breeze came up, and unwonted amount of taut,
abundant 19-year-old Bonita was on display. With her
dark, flashing eyes and abundant hair blowing loose in
the wind, she was an instant turn-on for anyone who
glanced her way.
Irene's white cotton blouse and sensible white skirt,
with a bright green oversized scarf as a waist wrap,
were the perfect reproof -- because all were lightweight
and became translucent as the sun settled lower. In
essence, she was using a star -- the Sun -- as an
accessory to highlight her perfect body. Every time she
turned sideways to look out at a flight of geese or an
incoming boat or a distant jetliner soaring high up over
the thin cirrus, I could see her wonderful breasts in
perfect, silhouetted profile through that blouse. It
took great self- control not to leap at her over the
table.
And those were the times when Penny would give me the
business. Sitting there in her demure-but-neat red-and-
white striped blouse and her fashionably loose blue
shorts, Penny would see my eyes fix on Irene's
loveliness (and, maybe, my tongue hanging out). And as
soon as she knew I'd seen her watching me, she do
something cute -- like lick the straw in her Coca-Cola,
or slide her hand suggestively up and down on her glass,
all the time giving me an oh-so-coy look up from under
her eyelashes. Yeah, I could understand the guys
suddenly remembering me and coming over for
introductions. Even the ones whose names I couldn't
remember (if I'd ever known them). And, too, matters
were not helped by the little footsie touches from
Bonnie and Irene and sometimes both. I could only
imagine what they were doing with each other -- but I
didn't dare dwell on that or I'd never be able to stand
and leave the table.
By the time the sun had been set for an hour or so and
our deserts (not nearly as good as the rest of the meal)
were finished, Irene and Bonnie were just a wee bit
tipsy. It never occurred to any of the staff to ask for
Bonnie's age (two years under the minimum in New York
State). She and Irene had been happily indulging
themselves in white wine and were noticeably tipsy,
though not sloppy. Penny and I were, of course, stone-
cold sober. As the driver, I'd allowed myself only the
one glass of (mediocre) chablis with dinner, followed by
Saratoga water and then, coffee.
Penny was starting to get restless; so was I. Bonnie
and Irene were trying to outdo each other with double-
entendres. I put up with it and waited for my credit
card and receipts to return, resigned to listening to
the increasing silliness -- until Penny suddenly signed
in with: "You two should knock it off. We have a very
big Dutch boy here who might want to plug a couple of
leaks."
When that registered on the second level, they quieted
and I stared. I guess none of us had ever guessed that
Penny even suspected they were lovers. I remembered that
shadow in the tree and wondered...
It took about a half hour to get back to the house. We
pulled into the driveway about ten. I offered my sturdy,
manly arm to our tipsy twosome, but they insisted they
would be along "presently," in Bonnie's words. "Come on,
uncle Dan. Don't you know when your presence is not
desired?"
Penny grabbed my hand and tugged me through the
darkness toward the house. I looked back over my
shoulder and saw just the silhouette of Bonnie and Irene
in a heated clinch.
Broing!
But that changed as soon as Penny and I entered the
house. Mark and Kate were sitting the living room. I
could smell the booze from Mark halfway across the room;
I didn't need to see the stuporous look on his face.
Kate looked worried. She stood and came to me.
"Dolores isn't back. She hasn't called."
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