Dave Friar - Bonnie

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.

"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 no 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 teeshirt, 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 50point 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.