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Bonnie - Chapter Five (M+f, inc, Ff, bd)
by Friar Dave (friar_dave@*mhbbs.com)
Contents copyrighted by the author, 1991
***
In profile, Bonita's breasts were amazing. Pear-shaped and quite
large, they were nonetheless defying gravity by jutting. Until that
moment, I'd always thought Playmates had to have been airbrushed into
that thrust. Her nipples were hard, and Irene was feasting on them,
first one and then the other and then back, while caressing Bonita's
sleekly curved waist and hips. Irene's nipples were very long and very
hard inside the top of her strapless two-piece. Very long, as in maybe
a half inch. Considering how tight the stretch material was, that was
pretty amazing all by itself.
Bonita was shifting slowly from side to side, her hips rolling and her
butt twitching. She ran her hands over Irene's head and shoulders and
then gripped her face. She turned Irene's face toward her and fastened
her mouth on Irene's. Their arms went around each other, and they
clinched, hands moving constantly. They fell to their knees, pressed
together. The water was now at the level of their necks. When Irene
pulled away, a bright blue strip floated in the water: her top. Bonita
urged her to stand. As Irene stood, Bonita slicked the bottoms down
over Irene's legs, and just then I sensed someone approaching.
Penny!
I turned and strode to intercept, but it wasn't Penny; it was Kate. I
gestured for quiet, reached her in two strides and turned her toward
the side of the house where her youngest daughter was still -- I hoped
-- gazing at the heavenly bodies of her choice.
"I was just going to check on Bonita and Irene."
"They're fine." I cleared my throat.
"Dan, why are you herding me? What are they doing?" She turned to face
me and her hand -- accidentally, I like to think -- brushed the tent
in my pants. Her eyes got very big in the night as comprehension sank
in. "They're not -- ?"
"They're not hurting anyone," I said. She planted her heels and froze,
staring at me in starlight.
"You mean my sister and my daughter are lesbians?" she finally hissed,
horrified.
"I dunno, but right now they're lovers. Leave them alone."
"But -- I feel so -- so -- "
"Think how I feel. I've been fantasizing about Irene all evening."
I never found out what she was about to say, because Penny came
charging up: "You've gotta see this, Mom! It's amazing!"
"Yeah, Mom, go take a look," I agreed. "I'm going to go get a beer."
I heard quiet splashing in the pool. I was jealous of both women. I
strode to the house, changing my mind about the beer. This called for
brandy. Then I decided on beer again. In my state, a couple of belts
of brandy would convince me that I should take up Dolores on her
invitation.
Which was when I realized there was no more MTV coming from the
bedroom. But there was another sound. I crept to the door and
listened. Panting and moans. And words, barely intelligible: "Oh yeah
-- oh yeah -- gimme -- uh -- more -- unnnh -- more! -- harder! -- oh
yeah! -- "
Like that.
Brandy.
I put an unreasonable amount in the snifter and took it onto the front
deck, the one that faces all the greenery that defends my house from
the road and runs in front of the first-floor bedrooms. I sat on the
Adirondack chair in front of the bedroom Irene and Bonita would
occupy. Served three purposes. For one, it kept me away from the
noises Dolores was making. For another, I'd know when my sapphic
fantasy girls were done in the pool and I could go to the back deck.
And, as long as I could hear Kate and Penny murmuring from the shadows
at the side of the house, I'd know where they were.
About two-thirds of the way through a bowl of my pipe tobacco, I heard
the door to the bedroom open and close. I crept over to Dolores's door
and listened. Silence. I picked up the remains of my brandy and went
around to the side of the house, greeting Penny and Kate.
"I hate to break up the star search, but we've got to repack the
telescope or condensation will form inside the housing."
"Oh...okay." Penny was very polite about it. "Can we do it again
tomorrow night, Uncle Dan? Please?"
"Honey, he may have other plans," Kate cautioned.
I bent and kissed Penny's forehead. "Sweetheart, you and me go on a
tour of the heavens tomorrow. I'll set up the big one and we'll see if
we can't spot Mons Olympus, okay?"
"What's that?" Penny asked. "It sounds dirty!"
"Penny!" Kate gasped.
"Mons Olympus is on Mars, and it's the tallest mountain we know of in
our star system."
The ladies helped me carry the telescope and tripod inside and Penny
watched closely as I disassembled the mount and put everything back
into its case. I bid both a friendly good night and then refilled the
snifter, took my pouch and my pipe and myself out to the pool
enclosure. I had an Elmore Leonard novel awaiting me.
I was stretched out on the chaise and enjoying the silence when I
heard, "Knock-knock?"
I turned my head. Bonita. She was carrying two cans of beer and was
wearing one of the terrycloth bathrobes I keep in the bathroom closet
for guests to use.
"Who's there?"
"Banana. Knock-knock?"
"Who's there?"
"Banana. Knock-knock?"
"Who's there?"
"Orange."
"Orange?"
"Orange you glad it's not banana again?"
I groaned.
"Now that I've ruined your evening, mind if I join you?" She still had
the infectious grin. When Mark and Regina had been on the splits,
Bonita and I had gotten to be good buddies. Somehow, she could always
hit me with that grin when things seemed at their worst and before I
could say "starving writer," I'd be grinning, too.
"Come in and abuse me some more," I said, grinning back. She settled
into the chaise opposite mine and then raised her eyebrows while
staring at the brandy.
"Oh?"
"Oh." I closed "Double Dutch Treat" (I was halfway through "Cat
Dancer") and put it down.
"Special occasion?"
"You got it." I took a big slug of the brandy. "I'm disappointed.
Doubly. Partly with you."
She looked genuinely shocked. "Me? Why?"
"I saw you and Irene in the pool."
Her mouth sagged open, then slowly closed. She was about to speak, but
I cut her off.
"Disappointed -- not that you were making love with a woman, but that
you didn't have the good sense to be more discrete about it. I was the
one who stumbled onto you. It could have been Dolores."
"She knows the score."
"You got that right," I muttered.
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind," I said, louder. "Penny could have found you. Or your
mother. She'd be horrified."
"Mom's cool. What makes you think she'd be shocked?"
"She was." I told her of the conversation Kate and I had.
Bonita thought it over, then nodded. "Yeah, it was thoughtless." She
drew a deep breath, let it out slowly. That caused some interesting
tidal effects on her robe. "Well, I'm no lesbian. I like women, too,
but I like men." She turned a frown on me, drank some more beer and
asked, "What was the other part of the disappointment?"
"Irene."
"Irene?" Then: "Oh!" She grinned.
"Yeah, I've been hungry for her all evening."
"But we only got here a couple of hours ago."
"Yeah, well, I've been looking forward to some gorgeous single female-
type company all evening."
She finished the beer and automatically popped the tab on the second.
"Haven't been getting any, eh?"
"Oh, that's not it, so much."
And bit by bit, she wormed it out of me about Dolores, and her games
and come-on behavior. And she said essentially the same thing her
mother and Penny had said.
"But she's only 15, for crying out loud!"
"How does it go? 'If they're big enough to bleed, they're big enough
to' -- "
"Bullshit. She's a kid. Sexy, gorgeous, horny -- but a kid."
Bonita suddenly came over to me and kissed me lightly on the lips,
then a bit less lightly. She caught me totally by surprise. Just as I
began to react, she went back to her chaise longue.
"Explain," I managed to croak.
"When I was 15, I had the most tremendous crush on you. I wanted you
to make mad, passionate love to me. I tried everything I thought I
could get away with to turn you on."
"I remember. And you did turn me on."
She smiled. "I know. But you never let me come on too strong -- never
laid a glove on me. I thought I was ready for that, too, but maybe I
wasn't, and if you'd taken me up on it, I think it might've had a
really messed-up head for a while. And you're resisting again, and
Dolores sounds a lot more brazen than I dared to be."
"That's for damn sure!"
"So here's my poor Uncle Dan, all revved up by a lolita, all charged
up for Irene -- and he finds Irene getting it on with his niece."
"Worse than that, even."
"Huh?"
"Then his niece gives him a kiss, and it tastes like Irene-juice is
still on her face. I'm jealous!"
"Of me or her?"
"Both."
It took a moment for that one to sink in. Then she came back beside my
chaise longue.
"Really?" she whispered, staring me in the eye. "Really?" She bent
over me, bracing her hands on the arms of the chaise longue. The robe
fell open at the top. She wasn't wearing anything I could see under
that robe.
"Really?" She repeated and pressed her lips to mine. I groaned into
her open mouth and managed to restrain myself from throwing her down
and fucking her.
She finally raised her face and breathed, "You know, I still want you,
a lot." As she spoke, she ran her fingers down over my arm, then
across my hip and thigh and finally rested her hand on my cock. Her
eyes widened as she gripped it.
She stood straight and straddled the chaise longue, letting her robe
fall open. She moved forward till her neatly trimmed cunt was right
over my face, then slowly lowered her crotch onto my more-than-eager
mouth.
She was juicy and sweet and very, very hot. I kept my eyes open and
had a groundhog's view of her -- trim tummy, tiny waist, outrageous
breasts, hard nipples...which I quickly reached up to tweak. As I
licked her and sucked her, I ran my hands down and then around her
back, finally fastening onto her firm, rounded ass. I pulled her down
against my mouth and began teasing her clit. She was flowing now,
bathing my face in her sauce. When I began circling her clit, and she
began shaking with her orgasm, she was drooling cunt juice into my
mouth.
She straightened slowly, then moved down on the longue. She reached
down and unfastened the zipper and waist-snap of my jeans. My cock
bobbed up, purple and angry at the long confinement.
She moved to one side of the longue and dropped to her knees as she
gripped my aching dick.
"It's so big, I -- " She looked up at me. "I don't think I'm up for
something this size, tonight -- but I will be tomorrow."
I groaned as she began moving her hand on my cock. Oh, well, I
thought, a handjob from her would be better than one from me, at
least. And she had promised to do better tomorrow.
"But I want you in my mouth tonight -- now!" And then she ducked her
head down and gobbled about a third of my prick before she reached her
limit. She didn't try to be arty about it. She just latched on and
went into leech mode, sucking and jerking.
Thirty seconds passed. All of 30 seconds.
"I'm gonna cum!" I breathed hoarsely.
She sucked harder and jerked harder, and then I let loose. She made a
soft noise, as if she'd been hit in the back with a pillow, then she
swallowed and sucked for oil. Some of my cum ran out of the corners of
her mouth, but she never stopped sucking as I fired off again, and
then the semen just poured out of me in one continuous, blissful
stream. She kept sucking and tonguing until I was done, and then she
swallowed with a loud GULP.
I lay limp as she let my shrinking cock fall from her mouth. She
rested her face on my thigh and stroked my shriveling prick with the
tips of her fingers. After a few seconds, she raised her face to look
at me, questioning. I motioned to her, and she quickly crawled up into
my arms and pressed herself against me. We kissed a couple of times. I
could taste Irene and me in her mouth.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," she whispered, snuggling.
"Me, too."
"Really?"
I stroked her back through the robe. "Truth."
She giggled. "Still want Irene?"
"Well, uh..."
"Truth?" she admonished.
"Yes."
"Me, too. I better get going."
"Into bed with Irene."
"I want to do this again."
"Give me 10 minutes."
"Braggart. Tomorrow. Please?"
"I could never refuse you anything; you know that."
She stood and stretched, arms high over her head and robe swinging
open to reveal those gorgeous breasts.
"Don't forget to wash your face and brush your teeth."
"I'm not going to," she said, dropping her arms abruptly. "I want her
to taste you on me. Make her a little jealous!"
"Of you or me?"
She grinned. She bent, tucked my cock back into my pants, zipped and
fastened me with deft efficiency.
"Maybe both," she replied and strode back to the house.
It took a minute for that one to sink in.