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Bonnie - Chapter Three (M+f, inc, Ff, bd)
by Friar Dave (friar_dave@*mhbbs.com)
Contents copyrighted by the author, 1991
***
I left Penny watching Dolores's indefatigable swimming while I went to
the house for another beer and to get dinner under way. I started the
charcoal burning and laid out a couple of steaks and washed some
potatoes. While I was preparing the salad, Mark and Kate came
downstairs (a bit wobbly in the knees, if you ask me). Kate was
glowing and Mark looked content...for the time being.
"You guys get everything put where it belongs?"
Kate laughed easily and Mark grinned beneath his blush. He was wearing
an incredibly, wonderfully tacky Hawaiian shirt and oversized shorts.
Kate was wearing her little white Lurex two-piece with a matching
white wrap around the bottom. When she walked, her hips rolled. Her
nipples were round, dark blotches inside the white top, which was
stretched to bursting by her tits. Between her and the two flirting
kids, I was going to be spending a lot of time choking the chicken
this weekend, unless something wonderful happened with Irene.
"Anything we can do to help?" Kate asked as I chopped lettuce.
I stared at her. "After that business with the seat belt? You could
injure some valuable real estate. But I'd feel more at ease if you'd
go keep an eye on those two marathon swimmers."
Kate smiled warmly and winked at Mark, then glided out the door. She
took off the wrap as she walked and that gorgeous, womanly ass was
demonstrating many wonderful advantages of sheer, white Lurex.
"She's a lot of woman, cousin."
Mark nodded. "Maybe too much."
"Huh?"
"Listen, I should be pretty safe wrapping the potatoes in foil,
right?"
I nodded. As he mangled the aluminum foil, I said, "What did you mean
-- `Maybe too much'?"
"Shit, Dan, I'm almost 45. She's 31, just entering her sexual prime.
She's almost insatiable."
"Looks sated to me. Could almost hear her slosh." I went to work on
the radishes.
"She just turns me on so much, I always kind of rise to the occasion.
How's this?" He held up the first successfully captured potato. It was
a miserable job of wrapping.
"Terrific. Listen -- As long as she's happy, what're you worrying
about?"
"Can I be blunt?"
"Hell, you can be the Easter Bunny. Shoot."
"Sometimes I think that no matter how much she cums, she's a little
disappointed when I stop."
"Are you bullshitting me?"
He shook his head somberly while he struggled to wrap another elusive
potato.
"Mark, you two were in the bedroom for 45 minutes. For two-thirds of
that time, she was screaming. The look on her face and the way she was
walking just now...That is one satisfied woman."
"I wonder..."
"Have you asked her about this?"
"Sure. She says I'm all the man she could ever wish for, that it's
beautiful and ecstatic...the standard line."
I stabbed a green pepper. "`Standard line'? Are you nuts? Are you
trying to imply that Kate -- *Kate* -- would hide something?"
"Well, yes -- so she wouldn't hurt my feelings. I think she wants more
than I can give her."
"Evidence?"
"Evi--? Oh." He deposited another pathetically wrapped potato and
began assaulting a third. "Well, I was watching a porno tape. She
usually doesn't bother with them -- says they're not romantic -- but
she was walking through during this one scene where a guy with a huge
cock was giving a woman the business. Guy's dick must have been a foot
long and thick as a sausage. Well, she stopped walking, and *that* she
watched. Never took her eyes off the screen. And it turned her on so
much, I thought I was going to need a mop."
I laughed. "Hey, man, I've seen you in the shower. You've got nothing
to worry about."
"Dan, this guy had more soft than I have hard. Huge -- the way her
nipples got when she was watching him."
"Lot's of women fantasize about fucking a horse-cock, but most of them
don't care for it unless it's attached to someone they really like."
"So I've read. So I've been told."
I went to work on a pair of perfect red peppers. "Why don't you
believe it?"
He took a deep breath. "Well, after that film I thought maybe she was
wishing for more. So I went out and bought something. A marital aid."
"A what?"
"You know..."
"A dildo?"
"Yeah." A kind of cough, under his breath.
"A great big one?"
"Yeah."
"As big as the guy in the movie?"
Another cough. I went to work on the carrots.
"And?"
"And, well, uh, one night when I ran out of gas, I got it out and
lubed it up and started using it on her." He stopped wrapping and
stared at me. "Mark, she came for almost another hour."
"Nonstop?"
He nodded. "My arms gave out before she did. She took that fucking
thing inside to the hilt. I could see her tummy bulge when it was in.
I did it hard, I did it easy, fast, slow, straight, circles. Didn't
matter. By the time she was done, I was hard again. I rode her for
another 15 minutes, and she kept cumming. Used the dildo again for
about a half-hour. She finally passed out with the dildo inside her.
She was still cumming."
I emitted a low whistle.
"She came for more than two hours without a pause and was still
cumming when she passed out," he repeated. "I think I've got a
situation, here."
"All in your head, Mark." Carrots done, I went to work on a cucumber,
peeling the skin.
"I think she wants more than just me."
"Even though she said the opposite."
"And I think she's going to go trolling."
"Now, Mark -- "
"And I think she'd like you."
"WHAT?"
"And I want you to go ahead -- "
I spun on him, cucumber poised for attack. "Forget it! Out of the
question!"
"Dan, she's going to go after somebody, sooner or later. She likes you
-- and I trust you. I know you'd never try to take her away from me,
so I'd be grateful if you helped me keep her happy."
"Sort of keep it in the family, huh?"
"Yeah."
"No fucking way. End of discussion."
"But -- "
"Mark, don't piss me off. I envy you Kate in your bed, I lust after
her, but I am not -- repeat, not -- going to fuck your wife."
"What if she asked?"
"Same response."
His shoulders slumped, and I returned to the cucumber. I realized that
he'd actually convinced himself that he wanted this -- to have me fuck
his horny -- and unbelievably sexy -- wife.
After a few more silent minutes of mutilating the potatoes and
preparing the salad, I said, "Better go get those water babies in here
to change. We'll be ready to eat in a half hour."
"Sure." Dejected. He went out and summoned them. The two girls
scampered in, with Kate languidly bringing up the rear (so to speak).
"Mosquitoes out there," she announced.
"No kidding." I handed her the salad bowl. "In the fridge, please?"
She smiled brightly and bent at the waist before the opened
refrigerator. Her ass was a caution, outthrust like that.
Broing! Boner time.
"There're some bug whackers out there. Would you guys turn 'em on for
me? Just turn the switch till the nasty blue glow starts and watch the
fun. And toss those taters down into the coals, please."
"I'll do it," Mark said. To Kate: "You're still damp."
From what he'd told me, she was always damp. He went out into the yard
and began making the rounds in twilight.
"Kate, I've got to tell you something."
"Mmmmm?"
"Dolores is turning me on. She's working at it, but she doesn't have
to."
She made a face. "So now she's picking on you. Mark had the same
reaction, and I told her it wasn't nice to go around teasing her dad."
"Or her Uncle Dan."
"I'll talk to her about it."
"Please. I don't want to be tempted by a kid. Get a couple of more
brewskis in me, and I might convince myself that she wants to do more
than tease."
Kate chuckled. "She probably does. She really likes you, you know."
"She's 15. She's just a kid."
"Oh, she's grown up enough in some ways."
"Not between the ears, she's not. And how's Irene looking?"
"She's grown up enough, in all the ways. When I grow up, I want to
look like Irene. Looking forward to her arrival?" She stared pointedly
at my crotch.
"As if you and Lolita weren't enough to raise the flagpole."
"Why, thank you for the flattery!" She smiled. Dimples. Somehow, I
hadn't noticed those before.
"It's truth."
"Well, if you're already salivating, wait'll Bonita gets here."
"Oh? She's -- what? Nineteen?"
"You haven't seen her in a while, have you?"
"No. Last couple of times, she's been away at school." Bonita was a
sophomore at Smith, on a scholarship. She'd spent her previous summer
in Italy, visiting ruins (it was alleged). This summer she was
interning at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. She was an Art History
major.
"Bonita is gorgeous and hot and -- remember young Raquel Welch?"
"Who could forget?"
"Okay -- better. Sexier."
I whistled. "Maybe we better get some sheep in here before they
arrive. I'm going to be drooling over a 19-year-old. If Irene shows
signs of receptivity, warn her that I'm going to be, er, prominently
energetic."
"The prominence is already evident." She glanced at my crotch. Again.
"Cripes."