"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.
Chapter Thirteen
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.
"Didn't think so," Mark said, his robe open and his hand on his dick. He'd moved about two steps toward the bed.
Kate sucked me slow and deep, taking me almost to the balls before she backed off. She ran her fist slowly up and down the middle of my spit-slicked cock, staring at it like she'd never seen a dick before. My cock felt ready to burst and bigger than ever, and a lot of the reason was that my bladder was full. But before I could say anything, Kate was crawling up over me, those wonderful tits massaging me all the way.
She crouched over me, running her wet pubic mat light over the tip of my cock. She lowered herself and trapped my aching dick against my belly and started sliding her pussy lips up and down the underside, from the base almost to my naval, then back down. She had her lower lip caught between her teeth and she wore an expression of great concentration.
She was already starting to moan. I reached up and cupped her tits, hefting them and running my fingers over her hard nipples. Kate raised her hips and reached back with one hand to grab my prick, aligning it. Then she settled back and down on my cock and she did it very, very slowly.
Kate surprised me, then, because here was a woman nearly 32 years old, a mother, who had already fucked her husband twice that morning – and she was extremely tight, tight enough that it took a good thirty seconds for my glans to fully penetrate her cunt.
It was worth the wait, though, for both of us. Her mouth fell open, her eyes closed and she moaned louder as she rotated her hips around my prick. Then she started working her cunt down my stiff schlong, bit by bit. She rocked her hips up and down, taking more and more of me into her velvet heat as I held her tits and savored the feel of her ripe, mature femininity.
She took a good minute or so getting most of the way down on me. At the last inch, her eyes opened wide, almost in surprise. I'd hit bottom. I could feel the back wall of her cunt against my knob. But Kate wanted it all and rammed herself down, stretching herself to take all of me.
"I think it's in my belly!" she gasped.
Mark had come up to the end of the bed and was watching intently, glazed eyes focused on the sight of his wife's lovely lower parts gorging on my hard cock. His hand was moving on his hard cock as he stared.
Kate started to raised herself. I could hear her beautiful cunt slurping as it slowly released about half of my cock. She was moaning continually now, which made me nervous. If her siren screams started, we'd have an audience, which wasn't what I had in mind.
She went about halfway up, then let herself drop hard. The moans got louder. Uh-oh…
"Mark," I gasped, "get something in her mouth before she starts screaming."
"Like what?"
"Whatever is in your hand, you dork!"
He made an "Oh" with his mouth, came around to the side of the bed and clambered up, standing unsteadily on the heaving mattress. Kate turned her head and wrapped her lips around his hard eight-incher while she steadied herself – and him – with one hand on his hip. She started sucking, riding me now in earnest. Almost immediately, I felt her cunt convulse as she started cumming.