Dave Friar - Bonnie

"No, honey, it'll damage you," I told her and continued my steady plowing of her tight young furrow.

"Please…"

Who was I to refuse? I knew what was needed and carefully worked her legs off my shoulders. I could feel her opening and relaxing inside with her body unrolled. I raised up and used my knees to nudge her thighs together so she lay stretched out beneath me. I reached under her with one hand and cupped her ass in my palm while I supported my weight off her on my other elbow.

She was even tighter this way, of course, but a little deeper, too. I pulled her up to me as I slid inside her, working carefully and slowly and more patiently than I really wanted to. She seemed to be taking a little more of my cock each time, but her little pussy was taking its toll of my self-control.

"Come on – fuck me!" Dolores murmured, groaning and trying to hump herself against me faster than her position permitted. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around my thighs, then threw her arms around me and rammed herself onto me harder than I would have dared, hammering her cunt on my cock and forcing herself to open deeper, deeper, deeper…and then felt her tiny pubis against my hairy mat. I lowered her ass as I pulled out, then began pumping her up at me as I pistoned, faster and harder, into her.

Beneath me, Dolores was cumming like a breached dam, writhing and hunching up at me. She was crashing her narrow hips up at me faster, demandingly, her cunt squeezing and pulling at me. I rammed into her as hard as I could, bone to bone, and held my dick deep in her. My balls tightened and jerked, my cock swelled even more inside her and then I began erupt inside her.

Dolores had her arms wrapped around me and quivered inside as she felt my cock pulse. I poured a huge load into her, more than I think I'd ever cum before. It seemed like pints of hot cream gushed into her spasming young pussy. She was so stuffed with cock that my jism started slurping out of her cunt onto my balls. Even her tight and stretched tighter young pussy and labia couldn't hold it in, given the backpressure. She ground her pubis against me and continued pumping her cunt on my cock, even when my geysers slowed and sputtered.

My supporting arm was trembling. Still trapped in her sweet pussy, I managed to roll us over on the crowded bed, Irene and Bonnie scrambling to make room. Then I lay on my back, panting, with the still shuddering teenager sprawled on me and my limpening dick buried in her continually trembling little cunt.

Irene cuddled up next to me. "That was so hot," she breathed into my ear. "Seeing your big prick in her little cunt, seeing her cum like that, seeing you cum like that…" She kissed my ear, then licked it. My cock gave a little twitch and Dolores felt it and shook again. I bent my head forward and managed to kiss the top of her head.

Bonnie was cuddling, too, more with her sister than me. She was running her hand over Dolores's narrow back, from her neck to her tight young ass and back again, murmuring and soothing.

Dolores snuggled closer to all of us as she calmed down and her cunt relaxed a bit. I just lay there, trying to calm my racing heart, even when Bonnie slithered down on the bed, kissing her sister's smooth flesh, and pulled my limp prick out of Dolores's cunt. I could feel the juices pouring out onto my balls even as Bonnie got her face between Dolores's legs and started licking and sucking both of us clean.

Some half-sleeping time later, we stirred and detached ourselves and started taking turns in the shower. Irene and I lingered, kissing and cuddling. I had the predictable physical reaction and suggested we do something about it. She suggested we wait till we were completely alone.

I liked that, a lot, and we kissed some more.

While Bonnie puttered in the kitchen, Dolores – all freshly showered and smelling wonderful – came in and plopped down on the bed with us. She kissed Irene and then kissed me. It was a sweet, loving and thoroughly tongue-free kiss. I began to hope that having finally gotten what she'd vowed to get, Dolores would now leave it alone. My hopes were raised even more when she saw my hard cock and giggled to Irene, "That's gotta be for you."

"Guaranteed," I said.

"I sure hope so," Irene said.

Dolores pulled on her clothes, talking about what she'd felt and then talking about getting in a swim and maybe something to eat.

My hopes soared.

Irene was next for the shower and suddenly I was laying alone on the bed with my cock hard, but not really insistent. It had been one hell of a wake-up call for me. First Kate sucking me, then sandwiching her with her husband in her ass, then cramming my cock into Dolores and filling her with my cum. And I had an increasingly loving Irene Marie Pound to look forward to.

Then the door to the front deck opened. Penny stood there looking at me. I realized, then, that she could well have been standing at the window and watching the entire thing.

Penny came in, eyes wide and fixed on my dick. She finally met my gaze.

"Wow." Was there a touch of envy in that, too? She took a step toward me. "So you got Bonnie and Irene and Mom and now, Dolores. And you and Irene are getting to be an item." She came to the side of the bed and put her tiny hand on my prick. I could see her nipples swollen inside her tee-shirt. She squeezed my cock once, still looking me in the eye.

"I hope you're not thinking it's your turn, now," I said.

"Not now," she said. "Dolores could barely handle it. Maybe in a couple of years, though. What do you think?"

"I think that's something to talk about then, with Irene Marie Pound. I hope she'll want to have a say in the matter."

She took her hand of my cock, gave me that mischievous, impish grin and said, "I see. Well, maybe then she'll say, 'In for a Pound – in for a Penny'?"

She was backing away as she said it, but I still managed a direct hit with the pillow. She was returning fire, in style, when Irene returned from the shower and started helping – Penny, that is. I won, of course – barely – but by then Irene was distracting me so much that I didn't notice when Penny crept out of the room…and closed the door. Pretty savvy for a kid who wouldn't even be twelve years old for another month!

Well, that was a year ago last week. Kate and Mark have settled into a fairly swinging lifestyle, but they'll be canceling that in a couple of weeks. They've decided to have another baby. I hope like hell it's a boy. Mark's gotten his drinking under control and is back at work for some financial wire service.

Dolores settled down nicely, though at Christmas dinner she made it clear she was wishing for an encore. Irene told her it would be okay only if she made the honors list at school. Kate tells me she has never seen Dolores study so hard.

Kate and Mark and I have agreed that it was nice – that one time, but not really a good idea for us to get together like that again.

Bonnie and Irene get together whenever they're both in town. Sometimes I join them; mostly I don't. Sometimes Bonnie and I get together alone, but not often. It's just lust with us; like being hungry, the more you eat the less you need.

I don't join Bonnie and Irene primarily because when Irene and I are together, we get totally caught up in each other, which can leave a third party feeling like exactly that – the third party at a dance.

But I don't mind the two of them getting it on without me. They have something special and loving and it doesn't threaten me. It was only when I felt absolutely sure about it that I proposed to Irene, and only when she was equally sure that she accepted.

Penny and I have stayed close. She occasionally has a "date," (Kate has some pretty stringent restrictions on that) but seldom more than once with the same guy. Fellows her own age aren't sufficiently educated to keep her interest and older guys "just start growing hands all over the place." But every week or so, she'll come by my place in the city and destroy me at Scrabble or chess. We'll talk about all the stuff we've always enjoyed and sometimes she'll confide in me. Once in a while, she'll remind me that she's going to be gunning for me when she decides she ready, but I don't think she really means it. A shame, in a way. She's blossoming rapidly and is gorgeous little fox, sexy as hell. And she's no little kid any more; she'll be teenager in a few weeks. I'm going to have watch my step around her.