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Aaron Grimes

Copyright 2018 Aaron Grimes


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Bonnie is by far the coolest girl I’ve every met.

First of all, she’s truly a super-freak, up for absolutely anything, no matter how perverted or deviant. But what she likes most is rough sex. Slapping, spanking, bondage, that sort of thing. The only catch is she dishes out just as much as she takes. Which scares the hell out most men. But for me it just turns me on more.

Bonnie is also vocal as hell. She talks constantly, always telling me what she’s going to do to me and what she wants done to her. With some girls that can get kind of annoying but with Bonnie it never does. Because, unlike most girls, the words that come out of her mouth are genuine. Not some trumped up version of what she thinks you want to hear.

I remember the very first time I met her. It was at a party one of my friends were throwing. I didn’t really want to go, as I’m not a big socializer and pretty much just hang out and do my own thing, but they eventually talked me into it. So to combat my inability to mingle, I took control of the keg, content to just sit there and fill up everyone else’s cups while periodically doing the same to my own.

After an hour or so of filling people’s cups, I started to recognize a few regulars, people who were drinking as much as I was. They’d give me a little head nod or a thanks for being the kegmaster and I’d return their brief show of gratitude with a little gesture. Most of the regulars were men. But one was a young woman who couldn’t have been a day over 21. She came over alone every time, got her drink, gave me a little smile, then went on her way.

She was hot as shit, with long hair that was dyed a dark red, and a sexy, angular face. Her makeup was skewed towards gothic without being out of control, with black eyeliner and red lipstick to match her hair, and I could see part of at least one tattoo sticking out at the edges of her clothing. She was dressed like a punk dominatrix, with a tight, black-leather corset, a long, red and black plaid skirt and black leather boots that almost reached her knees. With her four-inch boots on, she was just about my height, which made her right about six feet tall, with a long, lean, but athletic body. Pale skin, perky tits, long legs, toned arms and an incredibly tight ass. In short, my dream woman.

As the night went on I found myself watching her more and more. When she worked the room, it reminded me of myself, staying on the edges, observing more than mingling, occasionally saying a few words here or there but not lingering in one spot for very long. Plus she had a wry little smile on her face the whole time, and that grin, combined with the look in her eyes, was a familiar one. It was a look of detached amusement. I saw it in the mirror all the time.

 “Hey,” she said after I’d filled her cup for the sixth or seventh time in that hour. “Thanks for doing this.”

“My pleasure,” I replied with a smile, trying to play things down, like I always did. A small part of me wanted to tell her how I’d been admiring her all evening, but the larger part thought this was a mistake. It would most like come off as at least creepy and possibly even disturbing, a couple of traits that never lead to anything at all except maybe a beat-down. So after holding eye contact with her for a few seconds, I turned my attention to the next person in line.

I expected her to move on like she had all evening, but instead she lingered, even after I started filling up the cup of the guy behind her. Eventually she climbed up onto the kitchen counter and sat atop it, a few feet to my left.

“Do you live here?” she asked as I filled up another cup.

“No,” I said. “I live a couple places down.”

“But the guys throwing the party are your friends, right?”


“And I take it you felt obligated to come?”

“Exactly,” I said, laughing under my breath.

“Because you don’t really like these kinds of things, right?”

I turned to look at her. “How did you know that?”

One half of her lips turned up in a grin. “Because I’m a mind reader.”

“Yeah, right,” I said, laughing.

“Actually, it’s pretty apparent to anyone who’s been watching,” she said. “The way you’ve sat here the whole time, filling everyone’s beer without even starting a single conversation, not even pretending to mingle.”

“It’s that obvious, huh?”

She nodded.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” I said, chuckling under my breath. I stood up and walked over towards her, standing beside her, letting everyone fill their own cups from now on. “But let’s get to the more important issue here.”

“Which is what?”

“You’ve been watching me this whole time.”

“That’s right,” she said immediately, and with no shame whatsoever. “Just like you’ve been watching me.”

I started to blush and dropped my eyes.

“Yep,” she said, answering my unasked question. “That was pretty fucking obvious too.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Look, I’m sorry if I made your uncomfortable—”

“If it made me uncomfortable, do you think I’d be over here talking to you about it?” she said.

“No, I guess not,” I replied.

“Actually, I’m flattered,” she said.

“Why is that?”

“Because of all the hot girls at this party, you picked me to watch obsessively.”

“I guess that’s one way to look at it,” I said under my breath but loudly enough to be heard.

“What I want to know is, why me?” she asked.

I shrugged.

“I know it’s not because I’m the hottest one here,” she said in a self-deprecating tone.

“What makes you so sure?”

She tilted her head and flashed me a look of exasperation. “While I appreciate the flattery, it isn’t necessary,” she said. “I want to know the truth. Why me?”

“Honestly?” I said.

“No,” she replied flatly. “I want you to lie to me.” She dusted off her beer before adding, “Yes, honestly.”

“It’s because you remind me of myself,” I said.

“In what way?”

“It’s the way you worked the room,” I said after a brief pause to decide whether or not I wanted to go down this rabbit hole.

“How so?” she said.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Try,” she said.

“You were watching, observing, lingering, not really a part of anything,” I said, still holding back for fear of saying the wrong thing.

“Keep going,” she said.

Fuck it, I thought. Just let it out. And so I did.

“It’s like you think you’re better than everyone else,” I said. “That they’re beneath you somehow. That you’re cooler than them, smarter than them, more evolved than them. But you’re also smart enough to not let them know how you feel. As far as they’re concerned, you’re one of them, even though you know that’s the furthest thing from the truth. And the whole time, you’re trying to decide if it would just be easier if you could be exactly like them: oblivious, banal, satisfied. But you always come to the conclusion that you’re better off exactly who you are, no matter how difficult that can be at times.”

 I fell quiet. I was no longer looking at my new friend, but staring blankly at the window and the darkness outside.

“So that’s how you see yourself?” she asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

“Yep,” I replied.

“Which also means that’s how you see me,” she said.

It wasn’t really a question but I answered it anyway with a nod of my head. “Although I have to admit, it’s strange saying those things out loud. I don’t think I’ve ever verbalized them before.”

“Me neither,” she said quietly. “But that’s exactly how I see myself too. And, not coincidentally, you too.”

I looked up at her. “So what happens now?”

“Whatever we want.”

“And what is it that you want?” I asked.

“To find someplace a lot more private,” she said.

“Then follow me,” I said, holding out my hand. She grabbed it and I helped her off the counter and to her feet.

“I’m Bonnie, by the way,” she said.

“I’m Brian,” I replied.

“I know,” she said. “Now let’s go.”

Five minutes later we were back at my place, making out while groping each other, practically tearing each other’s clothes off. We’d started going at it immediately after closing the front door and were still just in the living room. We hadn’t even bothered to make our way into the bedroom before getting started.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Bonnie said, breaking things off for a moment. She was down to her purple bra and black panties and me to my boxers and socks. Our clothes lay in a heap on the floor next to us.

I unfurled my arms from her body and took a step back.

“It’s not a big deal,” Bonnie said after seeing the look on my face. “It’s just . . . I’m not what you’d call a normal girl.”

“No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel any better,” I said, eyeing her sideways. If she told me she was really a guy I was going to flip my lid.

Bonnie must have read my thoughts from my expression, as she laughed and shook her head. “It’s nothing horrible,” Bonnie said. “I’m not a dude or anything like that.”

“That’s good to know,” I said, trying not to let the depth of my relief show.

“It’s just that I like things a certain way and I’m not shy about telling men what way that is.”

“Well, luckily I’m not a typical dude,” I said, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around her once again. “I’m actually know how to follow directions.”

Bonnie smiled widely and her eyes lit up in excitement. “That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t believe how many guys just go and do their own thing without even thinking about what the girl wants.”

“Not me,” I said. “In fact, I’m just the opposite. When I’m in these types of situations, I only want wherever the girl wants. That’s what makes me happy.”

“What’s that?”

“Making them happy,” I said.

Bonnie tilted her head and looked at me like I was an alien from another planet. “Are you serious?”

“Completely,” I said.

“That’s not just some bullshit line you’re feeding me?”

I shook my head from side to side. “It’s the honest truth.”

“Damn, Brian, where have you been my whole life?”

“That’s funny, I was wondering the same thing about.”

“I’m not sure where I’ve been,” Bonnie said, pushing me back against the wall. “But I’m positive about where I’m going.”

“And where’s that?” I asked.

“Down, down, down, to the bottom of the sea,” Bonnie sang as she dropped to her knees.

I laughed as she pulled my boxers down around my ankles. “You’re pretty fucking funny.”

“I try,” she said before taking the tip of my cock in her mouth. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and looked down at Bonnie’s sexy face as she worked my cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked me off, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

After bobbing on the head of my cock for half a minute, Bonnie took me deeper inside her mouth, more than halfway down, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling her head off.

She spit on my cock and started jerking me off with more intensity. Still looking up at me, she said, “You have a very nice cock.”

“Thanks,” I said sheepishly.

“I love sucking on it,” Bonnie added, smiling wryly at my reaction to her words. “Do you mind if I do it some more?”

“Not at all,” I said. “I’d like that.”

Giggling, Bonnie took my cock in her mouth once again, this time blowing me proper, her lips quickly moving back and forth along my shaft as wet, sloppy sounds escaped from her throat.

She sucked my cock like an expert, altering the speed and depth continuously, keeping me on my toes, staring up at me the entire time.  When she finally released my cock from between her lips, it was rock-hard, sticking straight out and coated with her spit, glistening in the harsh light of the room.

“How are you liking things so far?” Bonnie asked.

“I’m loving them,” I said.

“Are you ready to get a little freakier?”

“I can’t wait,” I replied.

Bonnie smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

She grabbed me around the waist and spun me around so my back was facing the wall, then gave me a shove, backing me flush against it.

Looking up at me with a devilish smile, Bonnie quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. After letting me admire her large, perky, perfect tits for a bit, she squatted down and grabbed ahold of my cock and smacked it against her chest.

After taking turns smacking my cock against each one of her tits a couple of times, she held my cock against her flesh between them and moved her body up and down, titty-fucking me.

I took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly.

“I take it you enjoy this?” Bonnie said, looking up at me with a nasty little smile.

I nodded.

“What about this,” she asked, dropping her body down and using my cock to slap herself in the cheek, then opening her mouth and smacking my cock against her tongue a few times. “Do you like that too?”

I nodded again, more vigorously this time. I didn’t know if I could speak.

Bonnie laughed softly.  “Yeah, I think you might like it a little too much,” she said. “Perhaps we should mix things up a bit.”

“Sounds good,” I said. I was all for switching things up, because if we continued on like this, I would cum way too soon, and neither of us wanted that. “What do you want me to do?”

 “Get down on the floor,” Bonnie said. “On your back. I’ll take things from there.”

“My pleasure,” I said, doing as I was told.

As I got into position, Bonnie slipped out of her panties, then took a step forward and put one foot on either side of my head until she was standing directly above my face, her chest facing my feet, her ass pointed at my face. She rubbed her pussy and looked down at me, smiling.

“Are you ready for this sweet pussy in your face?” she asked.

“I can’t wait,” I replied.

Smiling, she said, “Neither can I,” then fell to her knees and dropped her pussy directly onto my face, just as she’d said she was going to do.

At first Bonnie just sat there atop my face, not moving at all, smothering me with her flesh. After a little while she started moving back and forth, grinding on my face, soaking me with her pussy juices while I flicked my tongue around, exploring her insides.

Not long after that, Bonnie reached down and spread her ass cheeks, giving me deeper access to her pussy. “That’s a good boy,” she said. “Don’t be shy. Get as far in there as you can.”

I tilted my head up, forcing my tongue deeper into her pussy.

“There you go,” she said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Getting smothered by Bonnie’s pussy turned me on like crazy. My cock was as hard as a wood plank and sticking straight up towards the ceiling, just begging for attention.

“My, my, my,” Bonnie said, noticing my cock for the first time. “It looks like you’re enjoying this just as much as I am. Let me help you out with that.”

Leaving her pussy planted firmly on my face, Bonnie leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. I let out an involuntary groan as she started to blow me, and I returned the favor by going after her pussy with even more vigor, getting my fingers involved along with my tongue.

We both gradually increased the intensity until I was attacking Bonnie’s pussy with everything I had while she slobbered all over my cock.

Some time later, Bonnie abruptly rose up, letting my cock slip out of her mouth, and put all her weight on my face, making it so I couldn’t even breathe.

“Holy fucking shit,” she said, her voice a deep groan. “Right there, right fucking there! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

A few seconds later she did just that, her legs shaking violently and her pussy squirting juices all over me, getting in my hair, my eyes, my mouth, and everywhere in between.

With my entire face a soaking wet mess, Bonnie crawled forward, pulling her pussy off my head. As I gasped for breath, trying desperately to fill my lungs with air, she stood up, then turned herself around so she was facing me, putting one foot on either side of my body. Then she squatted down, put one hand on my chest for balance, grabbed ahold of my cock with her other hand, and slid it into her pussy.

Bonnie immediately started working my cock, bouncing down on me with more and more intensity, my cock going deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every pump. It wasn’t long before my cock was completely disappearing inside Bonnie, her ass hammering down onto my body, driving me into the floor. My grunts and her groans combined to fill up the room with sounds of sex.

After riding my cock for a full minute with ever increasing aggression, Bonnie slammed down onto me one final time and held her body in place atop mine with my cock deep in her pussy.

Bonnie took a moment to recover, then dropped her knees to the floor, straddling me proper. She then reached back and put her hands on my thighs and leaned back, arching her spine, tilting her chin towards the ceiling and pushing her tits out more prominently.

While Bonnie went back to riding my cock, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her tits, one in each hand.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, staring down at me with an intense look. “Squeeze my tits.”

So I did, squeezing them tightly, causing her to pummel me even more aggressively. As she hammered herself down atop me, she glared down at me with fire in her eyes and said, “Slap my tits.”

I did as I was told, giving her two good smacks, one on each tit.

“That’s right, just like that,” she said, bouncing up and down on me with her full weight, our bodies coming together with loud, wet, slapping sounds. “Smack my fucking tits. Smack them like you mean it!”

I continued smacking away Bonnie’s tits while she impaled herself on my cock. I was enjoying myself immensely—too much in fact. I needed to take a little break, and fast, before it was too late.

So, after giving Bonnie a few more smacks for good measure, I slid out from underneath her, forcing my cock out of her pussy.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, flashing me a confused look.

“Nothing,” I said. “I just need to take a little time to recover before, you know . . .”

She smiled and nodded knowingly. “Gotcha.”

“But don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll keep you plenty busy while I recuperate.”

“Sounds good to me,” Bonnie said.

I stood up, then reached my hand down towards her. “May I?”

“You may,” she said, grasping my hand.

I helped Bonnie to her feet then picked her up in my arms and carried her over to the couch while she giggled playfully and nibbled on my ear. Once there, I dropped her atop the couch, lengthwise and on her back, so her head was lying on the pillow nestled into the crevice between the cushions and the armrest. Then I spread her legs, putting one of them up over the back of the couch, opening her up to me.

Once she was in position, I held my hand out in front of my face, showing it to her. It was balled in a fist except for my index and middle fingers, which were sticking straight out and pressed together.

“The fingers are the great equalizer,” I said. “The easiest way for a man to guarantee that any woman comes away satisfied without having to worry about cumming too soon.”

“That sounds like fun to me,” Bonnie said, grinning from ear to ear. “And don’t be shy with them. Feel free to get them in there and get them dirty.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I will.”

And with that, I leaned forward and slid two fingers inside Bonnie’s pussy.

Bonnie took a deep breath and let it out in a rush as I began exploring around. I started slowly but it wasn’t long before I settled into a good rhythm, my fingers gliding in and out of her slick, soaking wet pussy with ease while she moaned and squirmed. 

I gradually increased the intensity, slamming my fingers inside Bonnie’s pussy at a faster pace, her moans growing more animated as I finger-fucked her with more aggression. I lifted my body up a little higher, changing the angle a bit and relieving some of the pressure on my arm.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Bonnie said, her voice insistent. “Bang that fucking pussy with your fingers. Harder, baby. Give it to me harder!”

I was already giving it to Bonnie pretty good, but if she wanted it harder, I had no problem giving it to her. I rose up even higher, allowing me deeper access to her pussy, which I took advantage of, pummeling her with everything I had, my fingers working furiously, the tips curled up so I could rub her G-spot while I banged away at her snatch.

“There you go,” she said, her voice more intense than before and rising with every word. With one of her hands she’d began to rub at her clit like a madwoman. “Holy shit that feels so fucking incredible!”

I worked her pussy for another full minute before slipping a third finger inside, filling her up, all while still banging away, not slowing down one bit. She continued working her clit, just as aggressively as before.

“Right there, right there!” Bonnie screamed. “That’s the spot, that’s the fucking spot!”

I continued pounding away, my fingers disappearing inside Bonnie’s pussy as she bucked against me, forcing my fingers deeper and deeper inside her.

“Holy shit I’m going to fucking cum again!” Bonnie screamed. Staring directly at me, her face a mask of focused intensity, she said, “Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

Even before she’d said that, there was no way I was going to stop, not seeing how hard she was getting off. Especially not with her so close to cumming.

Bonnie’s orgasm came shortly after. It arrived with a low-pitched, animalistic growl, her body tightening up for a moment before releasing in a flurry of movement, sending a wave of juices streaming out of her pussy, drenching my hand and arm.

After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Bonnie pulled my fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her mouth. She sucked her pussy juices off them, one finger at a time, before letting them go.

“You’re pretty fucking good at that,” she said, smiling at me. Her hair was a mess and her mascara was running down her face from the exertion.

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s kind of my specialty.”

“I can tell,” Bonnie said. “But now I need your cock again. Are you ready to stick it back in me?”

“I can’t wait,” I said.

“Neither can I,” Bonnie said, quickly flipping around onto her hands and knees on the couch. Now she was in the doggy position, facing away from me so her perfect ass was pointed right at my face, staring at me, taunting and tempting me at the same time.

“Well?” Bonnie said, turning her head so she could look back at me. “What are you waiting for?”

My smile growing wider, I climbed up to my knees and shuffled over towards Bonnie until I was poised directly behind her. I stared down at her ass for a few seconds, admiring its beauty, then grabbed ahold of my hard cock and slipped it into her wet, waiting pussy. She was so wet it went in easily and immediately engulfed my cock with it’s warmth.

“Just sit tight,” Bonnie said, her head still turned back, looking at me. “Let me do the work for now.”

“My pleasure,” I said, holding my body still while Bonnie moved her ass back against me. She started slowly but quickly gained speed until she was hammering her ass back into me with serious intensity, forcing my cock balls-deep inside her pussy.

“Do you like that?” she asked, still looking back at me. “Do you like it when I do all the work? When I slam my ass back into you?”

“I love it,” I said.

“So do I, baby,” she said. “So do I.”

Bonnie shifted her upper body so she was facing directly forward, her tight body perpendicular to mine, maximizing her leverage and allowing her to slam her body back into me even harder, her ass pounding against with my hips with serious aggression, hard enough that the sounds of our flesh filled the room like a gunshot every time we came together.

“Holy shit,” Bonnie cried. “Holy fucking shit! That feels so good. So fucking good!”

A few seconds later, her body tensed up again, and shortly after that, released in a spasm of movement as another orgasm rocked her. But it didn’t even slow her down one bit.

“It’s your turn now, baby,” Bonnie said after her orgasm had passed. “Take control. Show me what you can do. Give it to me like you mean it.”

So I did, grabbing Bonnie by the hips and slamming my cock deep inside her pussy, giving her the whole thing, from tip to base, my balls smacking up against the underside of her snatch with every pump.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Bonnie said. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours. Give it to me. I need it, I need it, I need it!”

Her spine was arched, showing off her back muscles and shoulder blades and her head was high, her chin tilted towards the ceiling. I keyed in on her hair, suddenly feeling the urge to grab onto it. So I did, giving it a yank, which set Bonnie off again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said between grunting screams. “That’s right, pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair while you fuck me with your big, hard cock!”

The combination of Bonnie’s talking, her overwhelming excitement, and the pure physical sensation of fucking her doggy-style were rapidly pushing me towards orgasm.

Somehow Bonnie could sense it too. “Are you ready to cum?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I replied.

“Then cum all over my back,” she said. “Can you do that?”

“Yeah,” I said, hammering away at her harder than ever.

“I want to feel your cum all over my flesh,” Bonnie said. “Cum for me, Brian. Cum for me right now.”

As with the rest of the night, I couldn’t refuse Bonnie. I slammed my cock into her one final time and held it there for a moment, deep inside her pussy, until I was mere milliseconds away from cumming, then yanked it out and jerked myself off, spraying my sperm all over her back.

“Holy fucking shit,” I groaned as my cock shot stream after stream of white cum onto Bonnie’s back and ass, sending some of it rocketing out so far that it got in her hair.

“Goddamn that was a huge fucking load,” Bonnie said, laughing softly, once my orgasm had finally passed.

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“I feel like someone dumped a bucket of it on my back,” she added, laughing some more.

“Yeah, that was pretty insane,” I said, flopping down onto the couch next to her. “I’m spent.”

“As well you should be,” Bonnie replied, still on her hands and knees, looking at me with a wide smile. “That was one hell of a session.”

“You can say that again,” I said.

“Especially for our first time together,” she added.

“We did have some pretty good chemistry,” I said.

“More than pretty good,” Bonnie said, climbing to her feet, careful not to let her back touch the couch, lest any of my cum get on it. “It was great.”

She held out her hand and I took it and she pulled me to my feet.

“Now let’s go get cleaned up and head back to the party. I don’t want our friends to worry about what happened to us.”

“Fuck them,” I said. “I think after we get cleaned up we should have a few drinks here and dirty ourselves up again.”

“Another round? Tonight?”

“Sure,” I said. “Why not?”

“Can you get it up again?”

“Hell yeah,” I said. “Just give me half an hour and I’ll be ready to go.”

Bonnie eyed me with a sly gaze. “I like the way you think, mister.”

“And I like the way you look,” I said. “Among other things.”

She laughed and leaned over and locked her lips to mine. After making out for a little bit, she broke off our embrace but didn’t go far, keeping her face right in front of mine, our foreheads touching.

“I know I said it earlier, but I have to repeat it,” Bonnie said. “Where have you been my whole life?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Because I’m here now.”

“As am I,” she said. “As am I. And that’s all that matters.”

“Exactly,” I replied. “That’s the only thing that matters.”





The Adventures of Josh Evans: Volumes 1-12

Addicted To Anal

Anal Buffet

Anal Explosion

Anal Overdose

Anal Overload


Anal Playthings

A Hint of Anal

Anal Inferno

Anal Pounding

Anal Acrobat

Anal Bombshell

Anal Depravity

Anal Frenzy

Anal Attitude

Anal Junky

Anal Milf

Anal Intensity

Teaching His Roommate A Lesson

Giving It To Her Hard

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