Dave Friar - Bonnie

"Who did you say you'd tell – your Mom?"

She shook her head. "My friends – and you."

"Oh, nooooo…"

She giggled. "I really liked sucking his cock, because I knew he really loved me and I liked the feel of it just kind of bursting in my mouth. So every week or so, I'd corner him and do the deed. I got pretty good at it, too."

I couldn't argue with that. "How long did this go on?"

"Till I was almost fourteen. I fell in love with a senior at school and felt like I couldn't betray him."

"'Betray'?"

She actually blushed a little. "Oh, you know how romantic a girl can be at that age. I don't think he even noticed me for the first semester and I had to trick him into going out with me in the spring. But the first time I got him alone, he fell in love with me. Or my mouth."

"Pretty callous."

"So was he. He told some of his friends I was quote the best cocksucker on the East Coast unquote and tried to have me prove it with them. I fell out of love fast."

"I'll bet."

"And then I got my big crush on you. Guess what I wanted to do."

"Duuu-uuuh…"

She smiled and leaned over and kissed me with those incestuous cocksucking lips. "And you know what? I still have a crush on you – because you never took advantage of me."

"You were well worth the wait."

"But I wish we'd started sooner. And now that I'm all grown up – "

"And very well grown up, at that."

"I can do it with you alllll I want."

"Or as much as I can."

"Oh, don't worry – between Irene and me, we'll see that you're up to it." The rain was beginning to slack off.

"I wonder what Irene would think of all this."

"I did, too. But remember when we took so long changing clothes? I was telling her. But you know somethng, Dan? I don't think Irene will want to share you for very long."

"Oh?" That took me by surprise and had me considering feelings I hadn't really wanted to admit were there. I mean, hey, I was a swinging bachelor, y'know?

"I'm not sure she realizes it yet, but she's really falling for you. Not a crush, either. Especially after Mom told us what you did getting Dolores out of there."

I reached for the pipe. "Hell, there was no trouble."

"That's what impressed her. She said so. She figured you might be the kind of macho asshole that would've gone in there swinging the tire iron at the guys banging the little girl who'd turned you on. She was very impressed." She shrugged. "So was I. But she's taken a real interest in you, the person, instead of just you, the cock."

"Is that how you see me – a cock?"

She stood as the bedroom door opened. "Oh, no," she said softly, sweetly. "I like that a lot – but you're always going to be dear Uncle Dan and just about the most special guy I've ever known." She kissed my cheek and whispered: "As long as I can keep fucking – and especially, sucking – you!" She giggled and straightened as her mother approached.

"How's she doing?" I asked Kate.

"Out cold," Kate said. "Sleeping very soundly. Irene and I douched her pretty thoroughly. There's no sign of blood and just a couple of ordinary-looking bruises. What's my other little girl been doing to keep you amused?" She took my mug of cold coffee and sipped it. What she really needed was sleep.

"She's not little anymore."

"That's for damn sure," Kate said. "Why don't you get some sleep, Bonnie? Someone has to be alert to keep an eye on Penny."

"I'm pretty bushed," Bonnie admitted. "Irene?"

"Sacked out in the room with Dolores. You going to bunk with her or with Dan?"

The bluntness of the question startled both of us.

"I'll be in there – " She nodded toward the bedroom. " – in case Dolores needs something."

"Good idea," I offered, inventively.

"Good night." She kissed her mother's cheek and almost staggered toward the bedroom as the weariness caught up with her.

Kate slumped into the banquet in the bay window. She leaned her face next to the screen. "Cool air feels good…moist," she said softly, her eyes closed as she savored the rain's soft side-spray. "You know she wasn't being raped, don't you?"

"No doubt in my mind." I looked at the pipe in one hand, still-open pouch in the other and finished my packing. "She was enjoying herself."

"I have a confession."

Uh-oh. I lit my pipe.

"When I think about what she was doing with those two guys, it turns me on."

"Understandable," I said around puffs, wondering how my dick could possibly have gotten so hard. Oh, yeah – Bonnie's story and now the thought of Kate turned on at the prospect of a sandwich fuck.

She turned to face me, eyes open and calm. "Is that perverse?"

"You're asking the guy you caught in bed with your eldest daughter and your sister?"

She cracked a smile. "Yeah, right. I'm going to sack out, too. Maybe I'll take Dolores's vibrator with me until Sleeping Beauty wakes up upstairs."

"You might wake Penny."

She laughed. "If she's not using it." She stood, took the pipe from my mouth, bent and kissed me hard – but without tongue – on the lips.

"Sweet dreams, Uncle Dan," she said and smiled. "That is what everyone in your harem calls you, isn't it?"

I watched the swing of her ripe ass, still provocative despite the weariness in her stride, as she made her way up the stairs to her semicomatose husband and bed. I tamped my pipe, put it in the ashtray, went to the liquor cabinet and took two big gulps of scotch, straight from the bottle.

Then I trudged up the stairs to my bedroom. I barely had the energy to strip before I fell into the bed. After the day's adventures, it seemed very empty. That was a change of pace and, in an odd way, very nice.

Which virtually guaranteed it couldn't last.

It didn't.

I could hear the water dripping from the rain gutters and knew the downpour had ended, and even with my eyes closed I knew it was lighter outside my windows. I felt a hand on my thigh and reached down to caress the caresser. It felt so good, I was afraid to open my eyes for fear I'd discover Dolores or Penny. Besides, I was still too tired to open my peepers.

To my delight, I felt a nice, fully grown-up tit pressing against my leg and I relaxed. Whether it was Irene or Bonnie, it was okay. The hand moved to my cock, gripping and stroking it, then she moved her head and dribbled some saliva on my glans. I started to open my eyes, but just then her lips encircled my knob. I groaned and surrender, falling back with eyes still shut as she started sucking me. Her ferocity and the expertise of her tongue told me it was Bonnie. Her enthusiasm confirmed it. My dick swelled even more from my usual wake-up erection and she relished that. I felt, rather than heard, her throaty rumble and then she was sucking more of me into her mouth. I wanted to watch this accomplished young fellatrix, too. I opened my eyes.

Kate, naked and sucking and jerking to beat the band.

"What the hell – "

"Please, let her do it." Mark, standing with his back to my closed bedroom door. "This is the first time she's stopped talking about this since noon."

She drove her mouth down, down, down, taking my cock into her throat and then swallowing on it. She even managed to work her tongue on me as she deep-throated me. I was impressed.

"She woke me up, moaning and masturbating," Mark said. He was wearing one of the guest robes. The front bulged. "Twice she sucked me hard and then rode me dry. And all the time, she kept talking about wanting you, about what she saw Dolores doing, about Irene and Bonnie and you."

She pulled her mouth back up and looked at me. Her face was almost demonic. Her hand still jerked on the base of my cock. "You're going to fuck me and fuck me hard!" she growled. And then grinned. "Going to kick me out of your bed?" She locked her lips on my glans, sucking hard and licking like crazy. I stifled a reflex scream being wrenched from me by the intensity of the sensation.