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Bonnie - Chapter Six (M+f, inc, Ff, bd)
by Friar Dave (friar_dave@*mhbbs.com)
Contents copyrighted by the author, 1991
***
I have a little nook near the back of the property, a bit of clear
lawn set back into the otherwise uninterrupted brush and trees. I have
a pair of cheap, folding beach chairs and a painted steel table meant
to hold an umbrella in the middle, but without the umbrella; I had
trees. You can't sit back there after about eight in the morning,
because all the mosquitoes and flies and other bugs are up by then,
and they want breakfast, i.e., flesh.
But at 6:30 or so, it's lovely. The hares and squirrels and even the
occasional pheasant know they have nothing to fear from me and
sometimes pop their heads up to watch me eat my toasted English or
drink my coffee. All of them scatter when I light my pipe. Hence the
term, "dumb animals."
It was a glorious morning, and I had it all to myself so far. I didn't
feel nearly as hungover as I deserved to feel, and I was feeling
pretty cocky (you should excuse the expression) after Bonnie's oral
expression of lust. I figured the rest of the crew would sleep in.
They were used to city air or canned air, and something in the clear
air out here makes folks sleep hard and late.
I sat there, contentedly doing in my second mug of coffee and reading
the Friday Newsday and smoking my pipe. It must have been around 7:30
when she lowered herself into the other beach chair and set a mug of
coffee on the table.
Irene.
She was wearing a cotton halter, strapless. The cotton was thin, the
cotton was white and the cotton was tight.
So were my jeans, suddenly.
I couldn't see her eyes behind the big sunglasses. Her hair was all
disheveled in that unmistakable Just Got My Cookies tousle.
"Good morning, Uncle Dan." A smile was twitching at the corners of her
mouth.
"Well, good morning to you, Irene. And what's with the 'Uncle Dan'
business?"
"I understand that's what all your fans call you."
"Now, look, Irene -- "
"Shhhh. *You* look." She stood. She was wearing cutoff denim shorts,
old, often washed, faded and shrunk to fit like an extra layer of very
taut flesh. She popped the waist snap and tugged the zipper. Alllll
the way down. She pushed the denim down to mid-thigh. Her pubic hair
was close-cropped and neatly trimmed to a small tuft around her very
swollen labia. I could see her rather prominent clitoris through the
curls. "Even though Bonnie already had breakfast, I'm sure there's
some leftovers, but we wouldn't want anyone to see, sooooo...."
And she pulled the shorts back up, zipped and fastened them -- and sat
down again. Smiling. Her nipples were rock-hard inside the halter.
"Questions?"
"Hammana-hammana-hammana."
"Bonnie and I are going to tease you unmercifully."
"More?"
"Much more. And we just know Dolores isn't going to let up on you,
either."
"Who told you?"
"Bonnie. And Kate is going to be just keep on being sexy, casual,
earth-mother Kate."
"You're planning to kill me this way, right?"
"And this afternoon, when Dolores and Penny come out in their teeny-
tiny bathing suits and go down the road to the beach, those cute
little buns all twitchy, and Mark takes Kate upstairs for some more
yowling, Irene and I are going to do all sorts of lovely, lickety,
squishy, sucky things."
I groaned.
"And you can join us -- if you can find us." She smiled broadly. Then
stood, turned and sashayed back to the house. My cock throbbed in time
with her steps.
I sat there long after my pipe had gone out, long after I'd finished
my coffee, long after I'd finished the paper. I had to. Because it
took a long time for my cock to deflate to a sufficiently decent level
that I could dare enter the house.
As it was, Dolores nearly knocked me down. She was wearing track
shorts, a track shirt and Serious Running Shoes. "Hi, Uncle Dan. Going
jogging. See you later." And then she was gone, out the door.
But not before planting a big, wet kiss right on my lips -- which,
given the disparity in our heights, meant she had to jump up and cling
to me with her arms around my neck and all her sweet young lovelies
pressing into my body.
Broing!
I had just put my cup and plate down on the kitchen counter when the
door to Irene and Bonnie's bedroom opened and they came out, also in
jogging attire.
"Good morning, ladies."
"Oh, look, he remembers us!" Bonnie said, pointing at my crotch.
"And he's going to be tracking us," Irene said.
"Hah!" Bonnie replied. "He hates jogging."
"No findee, no nookie," Irene admonished.
Exit two bi-beauties, stage left. Leaving me standing there with a
pole in my pants and an ache in my nuts.
I decided there was no hope for it but to hit the cold shower. Or
maybe a morning swim. I grabbed my swim trunks from the closet in the
bathroom and shut the door. I was just about to deal with the
challenge of getting Mr. Pecker into my swimsuit when I heard a
muffled moan. I stood still and closed my eyes, straining to hear.
With success. It was coming from Penny and Dolores's room. Was Penny
having a nightmare? She'd been plagued by them when she was just a
tyke.
I pulled my jeans back on, dick rapidly deflating as my concentration
shifted, and went to the bedroom door. I opened it just a crack. Penny
was not having a nightmare. Penny was moaning constantly, but the
volume rose and fell in time with the movements of her hands between
her legs.
Broing!
Yes, there was little Penny, eyes closed and hair a mess on her
pillow. She had her tee-shirt rolled high around her waist, and her
legs were high and wide with her knees bent and her toes curled. And
she was working a plastic vibrator up and down against the hairless
lips of her pre-teenybopper pussy -- which, incidentally, was swollen
and red. And glistening -- just like the vibrator.
She was rubbing faster and faster, her narrow hips jiggling. Her
nipples looked like they were on the verge of poking through the tee-
shirt, and she had caught her lower lip between her teeth. She was
almost there, grunting with passion.
Suddenly, she shifted the vibrator and began pressing it into her cunt
while furiously fingering her clit with her other hand. It wasn't a
big vibrator, but she had a minuscule pussy, and I doubted she was
going to get anywhere.
Bit by bit, though, she drove the white plastic toy deeper and deeper
into her tiny cunt. Her wee labia were stretched so thin that they
looked ready to snap, but she obviously knew what she was doing --
because she groaned and let her legs fall almost back to her shoulders
and pushed all but maybe two inches in her. Her moans rose in pitch
and she stiffened -- and then shuddered and jerked in orgasm. She
continued working the vibrator in and out and continued rubbing her
clit, drawing out the orgasm for all it was worth before she finally
groaned in satisfaction and relaxed. Her cunt seemed to expel the
vibrator of its own accord. Her legs fell back flat to the bed and she
lay there gasping, eyes still closed, as she turned off her small
friend. Then she rolled onto her side, facing away from the door and
sighed deeply.
Before I closed the door, I feasted on the sight of her hard little
ass and the peach of her pussy peeking from between her firm young
thighs.
My thoughts were churning as I went back into the bathroom and got
into my swim trunks. I didn't even bother with the jockstrap. Speed
was my only hope now -- get to the pool and start swimming to calm the
Savage Beast. Speed and silence.
I opened the bathroom door and Penny nearly fell into me; she'd just
been reaching for the doorknob. She was still in her tee-shirt, still
flushed, still reeking of sex -- and still holding the vibrator in her
other hand.
She paled, then blushed. Without a word, she spun and darted into the
bedroom. I stalked through the house to the back door -- dong still
stiff -- and headed for the pool.
I swam 20 laps before my cock started deflating. It was another 10
before I felt I could safely hoist myself from the pool and stretch
out, still dripping, on the chaise longue. I was panting and my
shoulders and legs ached pleasantly from the exertion. I guess it was
around ten, because the shadow of the big oak was covering me and
there was a slight breeze -- enough that I felt cool, but not chilly,
even in the wet trunks. After a little while, I rolled onto my
stomach. I must have dozed, because Kate's voice startled me awake.
"How're you feeling, Dan?"
"G'morning, Kate. A little drowsy, but not as hungover as I deserve to
be. You?"
"Pretty good. This fresh air knocks me out. Mark's still cutting
logs." I heard the chaise longue next to me creak as she settled onto
it and laid back. I turned my head to face her. She was wearing one of
Mark's old shirts and a pair of loose shorts. She held a mug of coffee
on the flat part of her belly. "Have you seen the girls?"
"Dolores and Irene and Bonita went out jogging."
"Together?" She sounded surprised.
"Dolores left first. I guess Penny's still sacked out."
"She was just getting out of the bathroom when I came down." There was
a long silence and I sensed something coming. "Dan?"
"Ummm?"
"Has -- has Mark said anything to you...about us?"
Uh-ohhh... "Us?"
"Mark and me. Me, in particular."
"About what?"
"You know, about marriage-type stuff."
"You're already married. I was there, remember?"
She chuckled. "No, silly -- about how our marriage is going. Like the
sex part, in particular."
"He's told me he still gets a hard-on every time he looks at you. And
from the air-raid siren I heard yesterday, I'd say you don't object."
Another long pause. "Dan, I think he wants some variety in our sex
life."
"Like what?"
"Like swapping."
"As I do not have a regular lady any more, I'm not surprised he hasn't
mentioned swapping to me. And he's never indicated any interest in
another woman to me."
She sighed. "I think -- I think he wants to swap me. Around. As in
have other guys do me while he watches."
"Has he said that?"
"No, but he keeps talking like he doesn't think he's enough for me,
like maybe he doesn't satisfy me."
"What has he said or done to indicate it?"
"He keeps asking me if I wish he had a bigger dick or if I ever
fantasize about it, or having other men."
"And have you?"
She raised the coffee mug and sat up. "Well -- sure, I guess so. Just
before I met Mark, I had a fling with a guy who was...enormous. That's
the only word for it. But I didn't love him, so it was nice and
interesting but not really special. And Mark's more than enough for
me. I keep telling him that, but he keeps asking and asking, and now
I'm starting to get curious. It's like he put this idea there and --
Oh shit, here comes Penny."