Bonnie’s fault
She should have known better.
Listening to Bonnie was never a good idea, especially when it came to boys.
But Kim was just a teenage girl after all, and peer pressure isn’t something that she could shrug off easily, not matter what she said.
She should have known better than to listen to her but nooo, everyone in the cheer squad did it, so there was nothing wrong, right?
But now it was too late to turn back. Too late to change. Too late to forget. Too late to live without it.
And it was all Bonnie’s fault.
-xxx-
For as long as she could remember, Kim Possible had always been a girl who made her parents proud. Always doing her best at school, always helping others and generally excelling at everything she did. The perfect incarnation of a goody two-shoes.
Considering the time and age she lived in, it was incredible that she lasted so long without snapping. Her encounter had been somewhat pure up to that point and that was exactly the reason why she never had a boyfriend for more than a couple of weeks.
Even the ever-dreamy Josh Mankey only had a couple of dates with her before moving to more… open minded girls.
Thanks to that Kim Possible went about her life as naively as possible. Of course she knew that certain people did certain things, but she never actually imagined it happened around her. On a daily basis.
It all changed one day after cheer practice. In spite of their near constant training the cheer squad was nowhere up to shape. They were tired. Too tired to have any semblance of coordination.
“All right, girls,” she sighed. “Enough of that. I don’t know why you’re all so out of it, but this isn’t going anywhere. Let’s call it a day.”
“Finally! I can’t wait to get out of this stuff,” Bonnie groaned from her place at the top of the crumbled pyramid. “I have a date tonight and it’s already getting late.”
“Yeah, me too,” Crystal agreed as she disentangled herself.
“Date? DATE?” Kim nearly shrieked. “The cheer tournament is taking place in a month and we are nowhere up to snuff. How can you even think about dating when you can barely stand on your feet?”
“K,” Bonnie answered, “I know that you can’t keep a boyfriend to save your life, but some of us actually have an actual social life outside of this walls.”
“I HAVE a social life, Bonnie.”
“Hmm, no! Saving the world twice a week from a blue skinned freak doesn’t count as having a social life. When was the last time you went to a party? When was the last time you went out with a boy?”
“Bonnie’s right Kim,” Crystal said. “The cheer squad is important and all, but there’s more to life than that. Perhaps if you went out sometime you wouldn’t be so frustrated.”
“I’m not frustrated, Crystal,” Kim snapped. “I just want to win this competition.”
“So do I Kim, but you can’t just push yourself until you die. You need to take a break.”
“I… fine. Let’s cancel practice for a couple of days, but at least promise that you all will sleep properly, ok?”
“You got it,” Crystal smiled.
“Whatever,” Bonnie dismissed as she headed for the shower followed by the rest of the cheer squad.
Kim sighed dejectedly. No way they were going to win with that attitude. Resigning herself she went to take a shower as well.
-xxx-
Later that night
As she returned home alone from a mission Kim felt like a hypocrite. She scolded her teammates about going home late and here she was, walking back home well past midnight.
Granted, she had a reason for being so late but did it ultimately matter to the rest of the team? I wasn’t like saving the world was her job or anything. It was a mission she had chosen for herself and it was something she actually liked doing. Yeah, she wasn’t any better than Bonnie on that account.
She was wallowing in self-deprecation when she spotted as familiar figure on the other side of the road.
Bonnie Rockwaller was walking down the street arm in arm with a tall, well muscled man well over his twenties. Yet it wasn’t the late hour nor the difference in age that made Kim gape at the sight. It was Bonnie’s outfit that made Kim’s eyes nearly pop out of their orbits.
The tanned brunette was wearing heels so high that it would have made an equilibrist proud. The stretching of her legs caused by her choices in footwear didn’t help hide her assets beneath that skimpy piece of clothing that Bonnie probably called a skirt. In fact a good portion of her butt peeked from under the cloth, tantalizing the few men that still walked the street at that hour. Her top wasn’t much better, as her shirt (if so it could be called) barely covered her obviously braless chest. Her wanton make up didn’t help her overall image.
She didn’t notice the stare Kim staring at her, busy as she was pressing her breast into the man’s arm. Kim made no effort to be noticed either, completely frozen in shock at her schoolmates appearance and behavior.
Bonnie totally looked like a pro, like… like… like some anything-but-cheap whore.
No, no. Her eyes were probably tricking her. It certainly was someone who looked like her. Bonnie was brazen and everything, but she would never wear such indecent stuff and sneak in a shady back alley with a strange man.
Wait, wait, wait. Back alley? That wasn’t good. Even if the girl she saw probably wasn’t Bonnie, letting her being dragged in a dark street by a stranger wasn’t something she could just let happen.
With the practiced ease of someone who sneaked into a madman’s lair every other day, Kim followed the couple in the alley without a noise. At least not a noise made by her.
Peeking from behind a trash box, Kim discovered several things. First, the girl was definitely Bonnie. There was no mistaking it at that distance despite the low light. Second, a human tongue was longer and more nimble than she ever imagined it could be.
Clinging with an arm around the man’s neck and the other caressing his crotch, Bonnie was engaged in what could barely be called a kiss, but could probably be defined better as an exchange of spit.
Kim was frozen yet again. Bonnie’s moans of appreciation filled her ears along with the wet noise of their tongues wrapping together.
“You taste so good, Bonnie,” the nameless man said pulling away from her.
“So do you,” Bonnie agreed sultry, “but there’s something of you that tastes even better. Mind if I have some.
“Be my guest,” the man chuckled, leaning against the wall behind him.
Bonnie squatted in front of him. She pulled the man’s zip open and something came out. Something… big.
‘No way,’ Kim thought, realizing what she was seeing.
‘It can’t possibly be that big.’ She was actually more stunned by the sheer size of the thing that was supposed to fit inside a woman’s body than by the act that Bonnie was about to perform.
The manhood was longer than Kim’s forearm, and it was so thick that Bonnie’s hand couldn’t wrap it all. In fact she had to use both hand to circle the entire thing. She gave it several strong strokes, peeling the crown from the exceeding skin and revealing the angry red flesh underneath. There was no way something that size could get inside a woman, Kim though. No way in hell.
But it was a night of surprises and discoveries for the red headed girl.
With a look of hunger Bonnie smiled at the man before giving at the cock in her hands a long appreciative lick. Only in that moment reality washed over Kimberly waking her from her stupor.
She was actually spying on Bonnie while she was running her tongue over the length of a man’s dick in a dark alley. The same Bonnie who was her schoolmates and teammates. Middleton High resident Queen Bitch. Perhaps the boys in school had a whole different although appropriate meaning for that nickname.
Kim knew that the entire situation was wrong. It was wrong for Bonnie to do what she was doing. It was wrong for the adult man to have that sort of relationship with a minor. It was wrong of her to just stay there and watch the scene unfold.
She knew all of that but couldn’t do a thing. How was she supposed to deal with that? There was just no way. She could just stay there and watch while Bonnie poured more and more of her saliva on the throbbing dick. Both girls were transfixed. Kim in wonder at the sight in front of her and Bonnie in adoration as her skilled tongue explored every centimeter of the meaty length, delicately fondling the man’s balls.
In what little was left of her coherent thoughts Kim believed she had seen it all, but Bonnie proved her wrong once more. Spreading her legs apart, the brunettes showed exactly what she wore, or rather didn’t, underneath her skirt.
A smidgen of well trimmed brown hair led to an exposed, dripping wet pussy that Bonnie’s fingers decided to play with. Kim couldn’t believe it. The most stuck up girl in her school was walking around town without underwear with a skirt so short that anyone who looked up close would notice. Didn’t she have any shame? Strutting around town and behaving like a… like a… like a SLUT?
Kim used to believe she would never even once think about using that term about someone she knew, but apparently that was a night of revelations, as the brunette shattered Kim’s beliefs about what could fit what.
“Enough with the teasing,” the man said in a commanding voice that gave Kim a strange goose bumps. “Get serious.”
“Impatient, aren’t you?” Bonnie said with a smirk without stopping her single handed stroking- “Don’t worry, we are just about to get what we want.”
And with those words she brought the carefully coated extremity to her mouth, wrapping its tip with her soft lips.
Kim just stared, ignoring her frantic heartbeat and the sudden hotness that overwhelmed her. Knowing that she had to do something but without knowing exactly what, she just kept looking as Bonnie’s tiny mouth widened and stretched to accept more and more hard flesh inside her-
That wasn’t… that just wasn’t humanly possible. There was no way all that… that cock could fit inside her mouth without going down her throat. Yet it did. Helped by the man’s big hand, the entire length disappeared inch by painstaking inch inside the brunette’s head with a chocking sound.
Chocking, that’s right. With that thing stuffed inside her she would die of suffocation. Kim was about to intervene when she noticed that Bonnie’s hand was still moving between her legs, spreading her nether lips apart and slipping two fingers inside her pussy.
She was enjoying it. Bonnie Rockwaller was getting off by having a cock showed down her throat.
With a sloshing sound Bonnie pulled back, taking a deep breath from her nose before plunging down again.
“Glrghghgh,” she moaned with her saliva bubbling out of her mouth. With the cock entirely buried inside her throat, Bonnie had another hand free, but she didn’t let it idle. With a smooth movement she pulled up her top, revealing her perky breast and erect nipples. She eagerly fondled her left tit, pinching her nipple with so much strength that Kim couldn’t believe it didn’t hurt.
Meanwhile the nameless man enjoyed the ministration by setting the tempo of Bonnie’s blowjob, no, deep-throat with his hand. He was forceful, without a hint of care in his eyes. It was obvious he had no feelings for Bonnie. She was just a tool for his pleasure and Bonnie clearly loved it if the speed of her fingering and the copious amount of juices she leaked was any indication.
“You are such a good little slut,” the man said with a low voice. “Look at yourself, sucking my cock as if your life depends on it. You just love it, don’t you?”
Bonnie didn’t say anything with her busy mouth, but she confirmed the man’s accusations by increasing the speed of her head.
“Hnnf… Would you look at that,” he half laughed, half moaned. “It turns you on doesn’t it? Being treated as the slut you are makes you wet.”
It was true and he knew it. Bonnie knew it. Fuck, even Kim knew it.
“You’re all the same,” he continued. “Every single one of you women. You act all so hard to get until you’re showed some real cock. Bitches in heat, the lot of you.”
Kim wanted to be angry at the man’s sexism, but she couldn’t muster any righteous fury at him. Not while Bonnie was confirming every word he said.
“Ahhh, fuck. I’m going to cum,” he said after a moment. “I feel generous tonight. Where do you want it slut?”
As an answer Bonnie stopped fingering herself and cupped her breast together.
“On your boobs? Everyone’s going to see my cum there. Oh wait. That’s exactly what you want. What a dirty little bitch you are.”
Kim agreed wholeheartedly. Bonnie has always been a bitch, and this new turn of events just added another meaning to the term.
As she pondered this, the man pulled out his dick from Bonnie’s mouth and firmly placed between her tits. “Here it comes slut. Enjoy.”
Buried deep between Bonnie’s soft breast, the cock exploded in a violent jet of cum, painting her chest and abdomen with its whiteness. More and more spurts of the creamy substance kept coming, until the man was finally spent.
“How did you like that, mister?”
“Eh! That was actually great. Here’s your reward,” he said fishing his wallet and pulling out several hundred dollars and pushing them between her cum stained tits.
“Thank you very much,” Bonnie said while she pushed her top back in place, drenching it in enough semen to make it stick to her skin like a glove.
“You’re are welcome. Now I really gotta go, sugar tits. Need a ride?”
“Sure,” she said straightening her skirt and following after the man, until a sudden noise made her turn around. Only the glimpse of a red mane disappearing behind a corner further down the road. Had she imagined it? She narrowed her eyes. Well, no use worrying over it. If it was who she thought it was, Bonnie would definitely notice the next day.
-xxx-
Kim run toward her house at the top of her speed. Her mind too was racing, filled with the image of the event she witnessed. What was she supposed to do about it? Should she confront Bonnie and tell her to stop. Was it even her right to do so?
For the first time in her life she had no clue. She just wanted to put everything behind her but she couldn’t, not with her heart beating as fast as it did and not with that strange throb between her legs she was accustomed to.
She needed a shower. Make it two shower. Possibly ice cold. Then a good night of sleep and the next day everything would make sense again.
Yes, that was a good plan. Tomorrow the world would return to normal and the deep burning ache in her belly would be forgotten.
Of course it would be anything but.
XXX
AN: Awww. Another story from yours truly. Here I am with another project of mine. What can I say? I just love writing about good, upstanding characters being dragged down by lust and desire. Kim is about to discover a world she knew nothing about and we all know she’s going to like it.
A lot of stuff is already decided for this story except for Ron. I’m open to suggestions about his fate so let me know what you think.
I'm looking forward to read your opinions.
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