Dave Friar - Bonnie

"I will make some calls and call you back immediately, okay?"

"Thank you, Mister Hector."

"It is a privilege, my neighbor."

The coffee was ready and we brought a mug to Mark. I poured a slug of brandy into it. I knew – from experience – that coffee does nothing to sober a person, but I hoped the association would help clear Mark's head. I needed him at least partially functional by the time we returned.

Kate absented herself for a few minutes. She was just coming back down the stairs when the phone rang. Hector.

"My cousin, Santiago – on the road crew?"

"Yes."

"He said there is a group of eight or nine young men who have rented the Pearson house on Stockbridge Road. Do you know this place?"

Did I ever! Pearson had been totally irresponsible about renting his house for the summer. Two years before, he'd rented it for the season to a bunch of guys in very large brand-new cars equipped with 50kilowatt speakers and cellular phones and beepers. The guys had been equipped with 24-hour sunglasses, Armani clothes and any controlled substance you could ask for. And that had been only the worst in a string of bad tenants. The firestorm that followed the DEA raid – Gee, I can't imagine who tipped them off – had scared the sonuvabitch so badly he hadn't rented at all last year.

This sounded like just a bunch of college kids partying, which was not bad in itself. The fact that they had a – probably – willing 15year-old nymphet to service them wasn't all that shocking either.

"I know the place. I am in your debt."

"My brothers and cousins and I would be pleased to accompany you, if you wish to visit the party."

"Thank you, most sincerely. I am sure it will be a friendly welcome and friendly farewell."

"Nonetheless, I think perhaps we will be watching the Tonight Show, so if you change your mind, you can rescue us from Jay Lenno."

"Thank you."

"Good night."

I looked at Kate. She was still in her jeans, but had a dark pullover top against the cooling summer night.

Penny stepped up to me, handing me the big four-cell utility flashlight. "I don't suppose you're going to let me come along," she said.

"You don't-suppose right. But I wouldn't know where to look without you, Muffin. Watch out for your Dad."

I took the flashlight. "Come on, Kate. See you soon, Mark," I called.

"Wuzzat?"

Penny grimaced. "More coffee."

We were twenty feet from the van when I remembered -

"Yes! YES!" Irene hissed orgasmically.

"What's that?" Kate asked.

I flicked on the flashlight and shone it on the pair. Irene and Bonnie, mostly naked and totally locked in a feverish sixty-nine in the damp grass. We stepped around them. I wondered if they'd noticed us.

Kate blinked as I opened the door for her. "Were they – they – "

I climbed in quickly and slammed the door. "Yes." I gunned the engine and swung out of the drivearound, the headlights coming on just in time to illuminate the two lovely bi-women. In the glare of the highbeams, their heads swiveled up and toward us, their eyes wide. They were as frozen by the headlights as deer on the highway. The image stayed with me as I continued turning the van and pulled out onto the road.

The night mist was already thickening when I swung onto Stockbridge. I killed the engine as I turned into the driveway and cut the headlights to the parking ambers. I'd already unsnapped my seat belt. Without the power steering, I had to manhandle the wheel on the dirt driveway, but that wasn't too much of a problem.

I coasted in next to a Honda Accord, shifted into PARK and thumbed the switch that kept the dome light off as we opened the doors and slipped out of the van. I handed Kate the flashlight. I took the extra tire iron from under the driver's seat and slipped it up the forearm of my shirt. Just in case.

There were no driveway lights, but the glow from the pool and yard lights was more than adequate. When we got closer, we realized there'd been no need for stealth; we wouldn't have been noticed if we'd arrived in a helicopter. We bellied up to the five-foot-high wood stockade fence around the pool and stared.

The party was under way and it was one helluva party.

I counted a dozen young people, two-thirds of them male, around the pool, plus the girl standing in waist-deep water. Some of them still wore some clothes. None was older than twenty and Dolores looked to be the youngest. There were cushions and air mattresses all over the place, not to mention the ripe aroma of marijuana and the heavy, sweet smell of beer…lots of beer.

I glanced at Kate. Her mouth was hanging open. Well, that was understandable. I was a bit stunned at the full-blown orgy, too, and I'd seen some pretty wild shit in my life.

Two guys were slumped, recuperating, on beach loungers. Another one carried a camcorder around, recording the scene for posterity. Three couples were happily going at it variously. A short, astonishingly voluptuous brunette was bouncing happily on one guy's cock while he mauled her huge, firm breasts. A lanky blonde with acne and a seemingly bottomless throat stood nude in the pool, her face buried in the lap of the guy sitting on the edge, bracing himself on his elbows. She had the longest nipples I have ever seen, bar none, and she was determinedly and enthusiastically swallowing the guy's long, skinny prick and sliding it back out again. I was impressed by his length and her depth.

We didn't see Dolores immediately, mostly because she was obscured by the two guys. One was prone on a lounge cushion, with Dolores grinding her hips over his prick. The other was letting her have her way on his dick with her mouth. She was very obviously having a great time. So were they.

It was only when the guy standing at her face moved around behind her that we could see her features, and then only for a moment as she collapsed slowly on the guy beneath her.

The other one kept saying, "Okay? Are you sure? Okay?" as he positioned himself behind her.

"Do me!" Dolores hissed. "Fuck me!"

I could feel Kate's tremor of shock.

But then we were both mesmerized, watching as the one behind slid slowly forward, his athletic bulk concealing Dolores's compact curves from sight. She gasped, a long single breath, as he slid into her. Then both guys began pumping her.

Her fists beat at the cushion as two horny young college men worked their cocks in and out of her cunt and ass. She groaned and cried out as she came and again demanded, "Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard!"

No surprise that neither lasted long. We could see her paramours tense and hear their moans as they emptied their nuts into her. When the sodomizer had separated himself from her, she rolled off the one beneath her and lay, limbs akimbo, on the cushion. Her hands went between her legs and she fingered her streaming snatch. Her hips were still churning.

Kate and I were still frozen by the sight and probably would have remained that way, except the guy with the camcorder called out, "Gangbang! Come on – let's see how many she can take!"

He positioned himself for the best angle as the other partyers roused and interrupted themselves to begin forming a line.

It was time to move. I crouched, grabbed the bottom of the fence and heaved. As I'd expected, cut-the-corners Pearson hadn't bothered paying to have it anchored in concrete and the stakes came out easily. The fence section was only about four feet wide. I set it neatly to one side and stepped into the pool enclosure.

A couple of the guys noticed me and two approached.

"Hey – who are you?"

"That's my niece. My 15-year-old niece."

That slowed them. "Hey, we're not forcing her – "

I nodded. "I can see that."

"She told us she's seventeen!" protested the guy with limpening schlong in hand. He'd been about to start the train.