Broing!
I spun and strode quickly toward the house, I started searching while the ululating cries from the upstairs bedroom grew and waned. I checked Bonnie and Irene's room: nothing. Penny and Dolores's: zip. Outdoors? Seemed unlikely, as Bonnie didn't know the grounds well enough to suggest a rendezvous and there was too much chance my tour would stumble upon her. Basement workshop? Maybe, but a long shot.
Of course.
I crept barefoot up the stairs. I could hear Kate's choking cries of pleasure and Mark's grunts of effort all the more clearly. I stepped into my bedroom, expecting to find my fantasy come true… but the big bed was empty. I was about to start searching the grounds when I heard a soft sound of pleasure from the walk-in closet.
I opened the doors wide.
Bonnie sat Indian-fashion, face turned up and tongue lapping happily at the drooling cunt of Irene, who stood with knees bent and spread, straddling her.
Irene turned heavy-lidded eyes on me. "Oh! We've – oh! – been discovered! Oh!"
"Alright you two – out of the closet and into the sheets!"
Chapter Eight
Bonnie reached over with one hand and slowly unzipped my jeans.
Irene just said, "Oh!"
I helped balance Irene on her quivering legs with one hand, helped Bonita stumble to her feet with the other and guided both to my bed. They tumbled into a heated clinch on the bed, legs twining, lips fastened together, all sinuous and nubile and writhing. I wondered if they even noticed me stripping next to the bed, but then Irene leaned up and reached over to run her hand down over my chest and stomach to my cock. She gripped it just when Bonita's lips began gripping her left nipple; both women held on for dear life. She rolled over into a threepoint pose – both knees and one arm – and began crawling toward me. She got her lips on my cock just as Bonita slipped beneath her, with her face at Irene's neatly trimmed cunt. Bonnie reached up with both hands around Irene's full ass and pulled her cunt down at the very moment Irene began pumping her mouth on my cock.
Irene was sucking my dick in time with Bonnie's tonguing of her cunt. I reached down and under, cupping her lush tits in my hands. I found and pinched her stiff nipples and she sucked urgently, her hips rolling above Bonnie's eager mouth. She jerked her hand on my shaft and I warned her I was going to cum in her mouth.
She knelt up straighter and wrapped her arms around me as I bent to her. I kissed her hungrily, savoring the feeling of her large breasts rubbing against my chest. I felt a hand on my cock and an inventory showed it to be Bonnie's.
"I want you in me," Irene breathed into my mouth. She twisted away and reversed herself above Bonnie, her face already between Bonnie's widespread legs as I moved up behind her.
Bonnie pulled my cock down into her mouth and gave me a quick, hungry suck, before guiding me to the entrance of Irene's hot cunt.
"I'm next," Bonnie whispered.
I groaned and then groaned again as I felt the heat of Irene's wet cunt moving down my cock. She was tight and very, very wet and her pussy muscles kept spasming and clenching on me as Bonnie licked at her clit – with occasional side trips to my balls.
No way was I going to last more than a few minutes. The sight of Irene's gorgeous butt, all outthrust and upthrust and swaying in time to my strokes, and Bonnie's lickings would have been enough in itself. So would the sight of my dick alternately spreading her pussy lips and driving them into her cunt. So would the moans and gasps of the pair. Ditto the quivering, hard-nippled masses of Bonnie's tits or the tautly swaying loveliness of Irene's boobs. I didn't have a chance. Five minutes of this and I was -
"Cumming! I'm cumming!"
It is possible to be so turned-on and so frustrated that when the moment of relief comes, it's too much of a necessity to be as pleasurable as it could. This was one of those moments. The cum just poured out of me, almost painful in its haste to crowd out of my cock. After the first shot, Bonnie held my spasming nuts in her palm. After the second, she pulled my erupting prick out of her sapphic lover's cunt and sucked my glans into her mouth. She nursed at me, sucking down my jism like mother's milk. Lots of milk.
She kept sucking even after I finished cumming. My nuts felt like they wanted to cum again and my dick stayed mostly hard. When her face tightened with the orgasm Irene was lavishing on her, she sucked wildly and I was suddenly completely hard again.
She stopped suddenly, pulled my raging dick out of her mouth and grinned up at me – grinned, yet had a look of pure lust in her face. "My turn," she breathed.
I could only nod. My hands trailed across Irene's lovely ass and her lower back as she shifted, then reversed herself on the bed. As Bonnie arranged herself, beautiful tight butt pointing at me, for a resumption of their sixty-nine, Irene drew the tip of my dick into her mouth. Not the glans – just the very tip. She had her mouth fastened against it in a kind of half-kiss that covered only the slit and part of the glans. She was sucking furiously on that small section and her tongue waggled against me. I bit my lip to stifle a scream; the sensation was excruciating.
Irene finally relented and guided my achingly swollen cock to my niece's – sorry; second cousin's – cunt. As soon as I began to push, I began to worry. Bonnie was 19, experienced, sopping wet and extremely aroused. She was also very tight and Irene's tongue on her clitoris wasn't helping matters. It took a real effort on both our parts. She pushed up and back while I pushed down and in, sort of – sort of because my cock started to bend before her cunt finally gave way and admitted my glans.
It was a good thing I'd just cum or I would have let loose right then and there. Her pussy was spasming on me, orgasming, and it seemed to suck on my cock. I could hear her groaning into Irene's cunt as I pushed deeper and deeper, and that was a surprise – not only was Kate still wailing from the bedroom across the hall, I was groaning, myself, and I could still hear Bonnie's throaty moans. When her fine young ass finally cuddled up to my abdomen, she clenched down even harder and I simply could*not* move for a few seconds; she was that tight.
When I finally could move back, it was obvious that her tight, wet cunt had created a suction seal. The sensation was fabulous. So was the sight of her pussy lips, stretched thin and drawing outward with my dick. I'd never had that happen before. And I'd never had another woman suddenly lick the underside of my cock and then tickle my balls with her tongue.
I rammed back into Bonnie as fast as I could, then grabbed hold of her waist and pulled back again. Irene's face went slack from whatever Bonnie was doing to her, but whatever it was, she repaid the favor with interest. She attacked Bonnie's cunt lips and clitoris and Bonnie rewarded me with the rapid-fire clench-clench-clench of her young pussy orgasming on me. I pressed to the limit inside her and slammed away with short, horny strokes. I felt my cock swelling inside her as she continued to cum and then my balls lurched and I spritzed away on her insides. Somehow, I had the presence of mind to lean forward and kiss her, right between her tense shoulder blades, as I drained the last of my middle-aged cum into her sweet, 19-year-old pussy.
Irene reached around my thigh with one arm and hugged it as Bonnie went limp above her. I reached down, awkwardly, to caress her face wit one hand as I began easing my shriveling dick out of Bonnie's stillconstricted pussy. It finally came out with a soft slurping noise.
My knees were trembling and my heart was pounding. I managed a controlled collapse beside them on the bed. Bonnie draped herself on me and Irene gracefully turned and joined her. I had an arm around each one and they had an arm around each other and an arm around me. Having two beautiful women in my bed at once had never been a particular goal of mine – though it had happened a few times during my wilder youth – so maybe that explains the way I felt. The sheer sexual pleasure had been amazing; the warmth and the mutual cuddling afterward was at least as good. I wallowed in the joy. Wallowed so deep that I didn't realize, at the time, that I hadn't been hearing Kate's wails for a while.