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The Wicked Idea – A Blow Job Story by Jeff Cunningham


When Bonnie gives her boyfriend the best blow job ever in the backseat of a car

Joel had spent the entire week looking forward to his girlfriend Bonnie’s visit. Time crawled as he waited to lay eyes on those long black locks again, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to him.

But more than anything, Joel couldn’t wait to savor her mammoth breasts and slide himself into her molten folds, feel that sensation of her tight pussy lips wrapping around his length. Joel and Bonnie had been dating for roughly a month, and though he’d lost count of how many times they’d fucked, every time felt better than the last.

Joel was roughly six feet tall, a slender fellow. He had a thin face that wore a brown goatee to match his short hair, and he wore rectangular, black-framed glasses. One of the things he loved about Bonnie, aside from the obvious, was the fact that she was as tall as him, maybe even an inch or two taller. He loved the hair that came to about the middle of her back, he loved her firm, 38DD breasts and he loved her wide hips and considerable ass.

A lot of people would consider Bonnie fat, but she was literally big in all the right places. And her attitude when it came to sex? Joel had never been with anyone like her, and every time he undressed her, it was like unwrapping the world’s greatest – and wettest – Christmas present.

She moved away two weeks prior, deciding to return to school before getting into the massage business. Joel supported the move, but understood that distance would likely become a factor for at least the next year and a half. They figured that if they could make it through that time apart, their relationship would have a really solid foundation.


But as Joel stood outside his friend Rick’s apartment – he had met Bonnie through Rick on Halloween – waiting for Bonnie, he could think of nothing more than her naked body. The way she looked sprawled out on his bed naked, her pale skin smooth to the touch. He envisioned the angel wings tattooed across her upper back and the silver ring he’d given her draping from a pendant around her neck.

The last time they’d seen each other, Bonnie had worn a dark gray dress that stopped at mid-thigh, but she “forgot” to wear panties. Joel had been so turned on that he threw her to the bed, hiked up her dress and immediately went to devouring her sweet core. Bonnie hadn’t cared for being eaten out before she met Joel, but his tongue never failed to get her screaming.

She’d even squirted on his face once.

Joel smiled when he saw Bonnie’s SUV pull into the tiny parking lot. The early December air was chilly, but Joel was warm in his olive green long-sleeve t-shirt and black leather jacket. He approached the driver’s side, pulling the door open as soon as Bonnie shut off the engine, moving in to press his lips firmly against hers.

Bonnie dropped her keys and closed her eyes, moaning into the kiss. She grabbed Joel’s face with both hands, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues wrestled with each other before Joel wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the seat.

But Bonnie whimpered and pulled away.

“What?” Joel asked, furrowing his brow in concern. “Babe, what is it?”

Averting her gaze, Bonnie tucked a strand of hair behind her left ear.

“Mother Nature’s got a really bad sense of timing,” she half-growled.

At first, Joel didn’t get it. But slowly, the realization dawned on him. It was that time of the month. “Well… shit,” he said with a sheepish smile, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his coat. Now he was cold.

Joel had heard stories of people having sex while the woman was on her period.

“Whatever you do,” Rick once told him, “do it in the shower. Everything just runs down the drain. Best part? You can even cum in her pussy, and she won’t even get pregnant.”

He had no way of knowing whether Rick was right – and he really didn’t want to know how Rick knew these things – but the idea of “getting his red wings” didn’t appeal to Joel. As far as he was concerned, red wings referred to a hockey team in Detroit. And maybe a company that made boots.

Joel and Bonnie had talked about this earlier in their relationship; they’d agreed not to actually fuck when she was on her period, because a) Joel didn’t find the idea that attractive, and b) Bonnie said the one time she tried it, it hurt. But it was clear by the look on Bonnie’s face that she was just as disappointed as Joel.

“I made sure not to touch myself for two whole days,” she complained. “Then last night, I’m getting ready for bed…and this shit starts.”

Joel ran his fingers through his girlfriend’s hair. He was mad, but he wasn’t mad at her. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss to her forehead; Joel was disappointed he’d be left to his own devices later that night. Not that he minded masturbating, but jacking off with his girlfriend in town just seemed… awkward.

Even in the midst of their mutual disappointment, Joel could feel himself stirring in his pants. He shifted his weight from one foot to the next, hoping to redirect the blood somewhere else. Getting a hard-on in front of his girlfriend right now would be just cruel, right? For her to be that close to those six hard, throbbing inches, yet she can’t do a thing about it?

But no matter what Joel tried, his cock kept getting harder. Maybe it was simply being this close to Bonnie. Maybe it was her scent; she’d tried a new jasmine-scented body wash, and it was positively delightful filling Joel’s nostrils. He leaned in for a closer sniff, before his eyes fluttered shut and his lips instinctively planted soft kisses along the side of her neck.

Bonnie cooed, tilting her head to give her boyfriend better access. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. A wonderful, nasty, delicious idea. A wicked idea. Her right hand found the door locks, pressing the button. With a soft click, she ran her fingers through Joel’s hair. She smiled, a dark lust flashing in her brown eyes.

“Get in the back seat,” she whispered in Joel’s ear before licking his pulse line.

With a gasp, Joel pulled away. Though confused, he did as asked, flinging the driver’s side rear door open and climbing onto the seat. He watched Bonnie move the driver’s seat up before joining him in the back, kneeling on the floor in front of Joel and shutting the door. He watched in amazement as Bonnie took off her leather coat, stripped off her green t-shirt and unhooked her lavender bra.

Bonnie cupped her breasts to keep the bra over them, giving Joel a wicked grin. She knew how much he loved her ample tits. As she covered them, Bonnie felt her nipples poking against the fabric and her palms. Finally, she tossed the bra into the front seat, her breasts finally swaying free.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Joel whispered, squirming in his seat.

Pushing his shirt over his stomach, Bonnie let her fingers trail over his skin. He was smooth, recently shaved. She loved that. Bonnie grabbed Joel’s belt, undoing the buckle before unbuttoning his jeans. Leaning forward, she grabbed the zipper with her teeth, using her mouth to unzip his jeans. Then, with one smooth motion of her arms, Joel’s jeans and yellow boxer shorts were at his ankles.

Bonnie gasped when his rock-hard dick slapped against his stomach. She ran her fingers of his hairless balls, licking her lips before wrapping her fingers around the base. Joel whimpered and arched his back as her hand worked up his shaft, the thumb brushing over the slit at the end of his purple, swollen head.

Six inches and thick, Joel had the best cock Bonnie had ever seen. Perfect thickness, not too long, not too short. A perfectly straight shaft, prominent vein running along the side. She loved running her tongue along the vein.

Licking her palm before giving Joel’s rod slow strokes, Bonnie’s eyes met his.

“When was your last?” she whispered.

His mouth agape, Joel struggled to find words. His legs spread and his shaft lurched when her fingers passed over his head. Precum was already decorating his tip.

“Umm,” he moaned. “Night before last. Wanted to save it for you.”

“Mmm, good boy,” she answered, running her tongue along the tip. She moaned at the musky sweetness of his precum.

Joel nearly jumped out of his seat when she slid his length into her mouth for the first time. He groaned low in his throat and his eyes momentarily rolled into the back of his head. Grabbing a tuft of Bonnie’s hair, Joel stared at her, watching as she eagerly devoured every inch she could. Four inches, then five. Her lips ran over his shaft again, her tongue dancing over the tip before Bonnie took a deep breath and shoved his cock in her mouth again. This time, she bottomed out, her lips wrapping around his base. Joel screamed when he felt his head thrust into the back of his girlfriend’s throat.

“Fuck!” he called through gritted teeth, hands curled into fists. His toes curled inside his boots, his thighs trembled. He could feel himself throbbing against Bonnie’s tongue. She moaned, sending a vibration through his length. He then felt her swallow, gasping and lifting his bare ass off the seat.

She slid her hands to Joel’s ass cheeks, raking her fingernails over them. He whimpered and grabbed her hair with both hands, watching as she pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked it. A trail of spit connected her lower lip to his head. Moonlight spilled into the back seat, and his cock glistened.

Fuck, it felt so good. Watching her stroke his wet shaft, Joel licked his lips.

“Goddamn, girl,” he huffed. “You’re gonna be the death of me…”

“Then let’s make sure you go out in style,” she joked, letting go of Joel’s cock before pressing her breasts together in his lap. Joel groaned when his length slipped between her tits, and Bonnie began bouncing up and down. They both watched Joel’s tip poke out from between her cleavage with each thrust, his precum and her spit combining for a wet ride.

Grabbing Bonnie’s shoulders, Joel moaned and gasped. Her breasts her so warm against his throbbing member, so firm. He felt her nipples brush against the base every time she came down over him, her tongue snaking out to lick his slit.

“Fuck,” he hissed, arching his back again. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…”

Wrapping her lips around Joel’s tip, Bonnie sucked hard. She treated his swollen head like a Tootsie Pop, alternating the strokes of her breasts against his length. The right breast went up while the left breast went down, then vice versa. Joel whimpered and tugged on Bonnie’s hair, coaxing more of his cock into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around his head, lightly grazing the sensitive skin with her teeth.

“Goddammit, Bonnie!” Joel practically screamed. “I’m gonna fucking explode…”

Releasing his head with a loud pop, Bonnie gave a seductive grin. “Aww, s’my baby gonna cum?”

Joel whimpered and nodded.

“My boy gonna bust his nut? Gonna shot his thick load?” She squeezed her tits around his shaft, eliciting more precum. It pooled in her cleavage. “Bet it’s nice and big, since you haven’t touched yourself in a few days.”

“God, yes,” Joel whispered, staring at the ceiling. His thighs were trembling. “God, that feels so good…”

Removing her breasts from Joel’s cock, Bonnie took the shaft into her hand and began feverishly stroking. Her hand was practically a blur over her boyfriend’s dick. She watched as her free hand began massaging his warm balls, and another mischievous smile crept across her face.

She had another wicked idea.

Now stroking Joel with both hands, Bonnie gasped and stared at him. Her boyfriend arched his back again, licking his lips. He couldn’t tear his eyes off the display before him. His slick cock made slurping noises wrapped in her palms, the familiar tingle beginning to build in his sack. Joel whimpered and squirmed in his seat, the muscles in his thighs tightening.

“Oh, God,” he gasped. “Oh god oh god oh fucking god…”

Joel’s hands shot to the ceiling and he arched his back one more painful time with a bellowing scream. His cock erupted, hot jizz shooting from his tip and splashing Bonnie in the face. He coated her forehead, a thick stream landing on the bridge of her nose.

Joel twitched and convulsed before his girlfriend, dousing her cheeks with more of his lava before she pointed his pulsating shaft downward, a stream hitting her chin and running down her neck. Joel watched the rest of his thick load spill all over her massive breasts, filling the valley between them and coating her nipples.

His screams had died into whimpers, the last few waves coursing through his shaft. He sighed contentedly before Bonnie shoved his length down her throat once more, giving it a hard suck. Joel screamed and felt one last spurt slither down her throat. Bonnie pulled his length out of her mouth, but latched her lips around his head, sucking and licking it for all it was worth. Joel shivered when her tongue lapped at his slit.

Sweating, and struggling to catch his breath, Joel gave his girlfriend a lazy smile when he gazed at her. It was perhaps the biggest load he ever shot in his life, and it was all over Bonnie. Her face was coated like a pornstar’s, and the sight of his seed on her firm mounds was almost enough to get him going again.

He sighed again when Bonnie took his cock out of her mouth, lazily stroking his wet length. She smiled at him, running her free hand over her breasts. His release was still warm on her.

“Oh,” Joel huffed, “my… God, baby. Fuck, that was…” He swallowed hard. “Fuck.”

Bonnie giggled, lapping at Joel’s balls. She could feel the spunk on her face start to set, except for what rolled down her cheek and fell on Joel’s lap. She licked it up and rolled it around her tongue before reaching up to kiss her boyfriend. He groaned when she let the cum in her mouth spill into his, and they exchanged it before Joel broke the kiss to catch his breath, letting the cum fall onto her chin – where it dangled for several seconds before falling into his tip.

Bonnie rubbed it in, stroking his softening dick. Another wicked smile, and she ran her fingers over his sweaty chest. “My baby like that?”

Joel laughed. “What do you think?” he joked. “I so owe you.”

With a laugh of her own, Bonnie squeezed his dick. Still more oozed from his tip. “I know,” she teased. “The second I’m done down there, you and I are gonna fuck the night away.”


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