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Authors name: Anonymous (address withheld by request)
Story title : My Wacky Friend Bonnie
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My Wacky Friend Bonnie (MF, oral, orgy, hum)
by Anonymous (address withheld by request)
***
This is a story that happened about four or five years
ago. My life has changed since the time of this story,
but it came up in conversation with some friends and
they insisted that I write it down. While I have to
change one or two of the details so that I don't get
caught, the story is essentially true. The woman in
question is a real person is hard as that might be to
believe.
I was at kind of a low point socially. I had been
through an emotionally and finically devastating
divorce, and was having trouble getting going again
with the opposite sex. My ex-wife, Robin was a
beautiful, fiery redhead that I had been totally in
love with. Robin had wonderful freckles, a great body
with large breasts, and a bright red pussy. I was
convinced that she was my sole mate until the day she
ran off with my best friend, and most of my
possessions. It had been a year, and I was ready to
move on.
On a friends urging, I attended a "Jewish Singles" club
at a downtown Chicago Synagogue. There were about 20
men and women each there, and most seamed to already
know each other. I sat by myself and looked around. I
noticed this one girl, that tried to jump into various
conversations, but was rejected by each group. I
decided to talk to her myself.
Details: Her name was Bonnie; she was dark and short
with very tiny breasts. She squinted as she looked at
you, and you could sense her bad eyesight beyond her
contact lenses. She was an unemployed accountant, and
seemed angry at the world. In a short conversation she
spoke of what assholes all of the other people were.
She pointed to 3 or 4 guys who she had dated that were,
"complete jerks". To be honest, she didn't have a good
thing to say about anything. As I said, I hadn't dated
in a while, so I asked for her number. She refused, but
asked for mine instead. I gave it to her, and she left.
A couple people came up to me, and said be careful of
Bonnie. She is a certified nutcase. Some felt that she
was on medication, but not enough. I was told stories
of her almost getting in physical fights with people in
the parking lot that parked too close to her. I was
told of her literally yelling at strangers at various
events. Bonnie was not just wacky, she was really nuts,
just what I needed.
Bonnie called me the next day, and suggested dinner. I
picked her up at her Condo in Chicago's Gold Coast. It
was a very small, but nicely furnished one bedroom. She
explained that it had been a gift from her parents. At
dinner she didn't stop talking. She complained that her
parents loved her brother more than her. She talked
about all of the corporate accounting jobs she had,
where someone sabotaged her. She even went into what
movies were lousy, and which sports teams she hated.
During all of this talk, she still had time to send her
meal back, and be rude to the waitress. It was a fun
night.
*
After dinner, we went back to her condo. As Bonnie and
I sat in the window seat, and watched the city life of
Chicago, she told me what a great listener I was. She
got very complementary, and before very long started to
kiss me, and clean my tonsils with her tongue. As we
Frenched, I felt under her blouse for her breasts, and
almost couldn't find them. I think she had the tiniest
boobs I'd ever felt, although her nipples were larger
than most. Bonnie offered no resistance as I reached
under her skirt, moved her pantyhose down (she was so
skinny it was easy) and started to finger fuck her.
This went on for a while as Bonnie continued to kiss
me, and stroke my dick through my pants.
Bonnie asked me if I'd like to go to the bedroom. She
was so wet; it was dripping onto my hands. In the
bedroom, we both undressed and got under the covers. As
I moved to go down on her, I couldn't believe how much
hair she had. This girl was not into bikini wax. From
the second my tongue found her clit she was coming. She
made enough noise to bother the neighbors. After a very
short time, Bonnie stopped me and asked, "What's your
pleasure sir?" It was kind of funny to see her try to
look and sound sexy. I said, I guess a blowjob would be
nice. She was on it. Honestly it was not the best
blowjob I've ever had, but it was one of the most
enthusiastic. As soon as I came, she rolled over,
grabbed a Kleenex, and loudly hocked into it.
And thus started my affair with Wacky Bonnie. She
wanted to be with me every second. Since I had a
vasectomy, she never wanted me to wear a condom. Each
night, Bonnie would ask me what my pleasure was. She
would fuck or suck me each night, or both if I asked.
When I told her that I wanted her to swallow my come,
she gave up her Kleenex. I would wake up many mornings
at 3 or 4 am to find her sleeping and sucking on my
dick like it was a pacifier. If I asked, Bonnie would
blow me in the car as we drove, in the elevator of her
building, or anyplace I wanted. She was fast becoming
my slave for any command I gave her was "her pleasure
sir."
It was fun to make her blow me outside of her parent's
house just before we went in for a visit. I got a
charge out of her kissing her Mom and Dad right after
she had swallowed my come. I loved going to
restaurants, and finger fucking her through the whole
meal. From her stifled noises, to her moving around,
I'm sure other people could figure out what was going
on in our booth. Despite the wild sex, Bonnie remained
an annoying miserable bitch. She complained in line at
the supermarket. She hated most movies we saw. She was
always late, was a horrible driver, and was constantly
yelling at someone.
I think I made her blow me so much just because it shut
her up. I knew this would not last. There was really
nothing we had in common. In fact I really didn't like
much about Bonnie. He tits were nonexistent. Eating her
left me with a mouth full of hair. Conversation sucked.
Fucking was really not that good since she was so
skinny. The glue that held us together was the
blowjobs.
*
After about 2 months of Bonnie, I got a promotion at my
job that caused me to travel to Florida every other
week. When I was gone, Bonnie went even more nuts. She
would call me, and want to talk until 4 or 5 each
morning. If I went out to dinner for business, I would
find up to 10 voice messages from her. It was
oppressive. After the third trip to Florida I decided
to break up with her. I wanted to do it in a fun way,
and Florida gave me the idea. I had found a "swingers
sex club" in Florida. I decided that just before
breaking up with Bonnie, I'd make her go to a club like
that in the Chicago Area.
Some of the folks I met at the Florida Club gave me the
number and a contact at a private swingers club in
Chicago. The second day home from that trip, I told
Bonnie that I had a special surprise for her. We went
to dinner, she complained as usual, and then headed for
the private residence where the swinger's party was to
be held. Bonnie didn't have a clue, I told her these
were friends with a swimming pool. When we arrived,
there were already about 12 people there. Bonnie had no
idea what was going on, but I took her to a quiet room,
and told her I needed a blowjob before we went to the
swimming pool.
I told Bonnie that I wanted her naked, so that I could
finger fuck her while she blew me. As Bonnie did her
thing, I could see 5 people move into the room with us.
There were 3 guys including a large black guy, and 2
women. One of the women was a short blond, slightly
overweight, with gigantic boobs. As soon as I came in
Bonnie's mouth, and she pulled up, this blond lady was
kissing Bonnie so hard she couldn't talk. At that point
one of the other guys started to go down on Bonnie. The
other woman, an older housewife type, climbed on me for
a quick fuck. The other white guy was all over the
Blond that was kissing Bonnie. As I watched this scene
unfold, I could see the black guy playing with his
large dick. The Blond pulled away from Bonnie to give
full attention to the guy playing with her. As soon as
her mouth left Bonnie, our Black friend stuck his giant
cock deep into her throat.
When our Black friend came, I thought Bonnie would
choke. She started yelling and screaming so loud and
fast we couldn't understand a word. I told her to calm
down and relax, that I thought this was what she
wanted. The others left us, and all Bonnie wanted to do
was get dressed and go home. Once home, I told her that
I was really into the swinging scene, and that if she
didn't want it, we should break up. It was funny to see
her thought process. She had obviously hated our night,
but to keep me was actually considering doing it. I
told her that we'd sleep on it. I woke up that night
with my dick in Bonnie's mouth. She was asleep, but I
still enjoyed the warmth.
That morning I told her we needed to stop seeing each
other. As I left for the elevator, she chased me naked
down the hallway pleading for another chance. She told
me she'd fuck other people if that was what I wanted. I
asked if she would do black guys, and she said she
would do whatever I told her to do. I said right now,
blow me here in this hallway, and then go back to your
condo. She did. That afternoon, I came home, told
Bonnie I thought she was becoming a slut, and said I
was leaving her. She pleaded with me, but I left right
then.
Bonnie destroyed the few things I had left at her
condo. It took about 3 months for her to stop calling
and paging me more that 10 times a day. I've moved on,
and I am grateful that she got me out of my doldrums. I
don't miss anything about her except for the blowjobs.
Since I know her screen name, I do see her every once
in a while in a chat room. I've changed my name so she
does not know it is me, but ever once in a while when
I'm bored I just fuck with her mind. I'll start
"chatting" with her, and push all her buttons. I can
get her SHOUTING INTO THE INTERNET, whenever I want. I
guess I won't give my name, because this really is a
true story.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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