Bonnie At The Beach

by bluepervina - © 2003

( FM, ws, scat, bd, no sex, true )

This is a part of my new small-story series about a gorgeous, wild girl called Bonnie. Based loosely on true adventures I've had with various lovers, you'll find more immediate "action" and a little less atmosphere in this series. More installments should follow.

 

I once had a girlfriend who was blessed with a deep, twisted, wild streak. Her name was Bonnie. She loved to freak me out and have a lot of fun.

At the beach seven summers ago, we were up in the condo taking a break in mid-day. Our morning sunning had worn us out, so we'd showered, napped, and lunched. Per usual when we were at the beach, we'd been drinking since about eight that morning, so by that early afternoon post-lunch time, both of us were pretty much drunk. I, in fact, passed out before we could finish cleaning up the paper plates.

We'd both gotten into fresh swimsuits for the anticipated afternoon tanning time down on the sand, but I'd hit the wall. I was sprawled out on the nice carpet, my upper body leaned back against the bottom part of the couch. I wore nothing but my trunks. Blearily, I came around, realizing something really weird was happening. I was all wet. And Bonnie was snickering nastily, quietly, obviously trying not to wake me.

Raising my head a little, but still too thick with booze to do anything else, I saw that she'd squatted over me, facing my feet. She'd taken her bikini bottoms completely off and was pissing all over my stomach and swim suit. Then she began to strain. Transfixed, groggy, vaguely aroused, I just lay like a paralytic and watched her anus gape further and further open, until finally she started pushing out poop.

Thick and slow, her log of shit came down. It was at least eight inches before it touched my stomach, then Bonnie raised her ass higher and it began to coil neatly, almost perfectly around my belly button. It finally broke off, and she grunted. Soon another log was coming, but much faster and softer, almost shooting out of her ass--along with a huge fart. Suddenly I wore a big soft turd running straight up my torso, its tail lying over the first coiled one, its head nearly level with my chest.

Bonnie's ass and hunched back were all I could see. Her head was down as she strained, but occasionally she raised it to take a swig from her beer. A few more softer, smaller turds ran out, and these more or less coated the coiled log like icing. I remember it smelled horrible, of course, and I also remember sort of drifting out again. It was funny to me, mostly, but I still just didn't move, a slave to the alcohol and Bonnie's odd idea of fun.

She pissed some more squirts here and there, and finally she decided she was done. Her asshole was a little slimy, but she didn't seem to care. She stood and turned to look at me for a long time, laughing really quietly to herself and drinking the rest of her beer. I was looking right at her, and she asked me if I was awake, if I knew I was covered in her shit, but it was too hard to talk. My mouth felt like it was glued shut and filled with paste. I'm sure we all know what that's like, that super-drunk stupor where it's all like an out-of-body thing.

So Bonnie just laughed more and kept looking me over. Then she reached down for her bottoms and pulled them on, went to the fridge and got more beer for the cooler, then left and went down to the beach. I passed out again, I guess; but eventually I managed to get up--holding the shit against myself like an armful of kittens--and I made it into the bathroom to clean myself off. Of course, I ended up puking miserably for a very long time.

Eventually I made it back down to the beach, where Bonnie was lying on her stomach, her top untied. A book was down on the sand beneath her lounger, but it had closed and she was asleep. So I took my revenge. I ripped my old beach towel into a few long strips and tied her to the lounger. She snored through it all. There was an older divorced lady next to us a short distance away, and she watched me with growing alarm. But she'd been vacationing there all week, too, and we'd built up a good sense of fun between us. I told her Bonnie was getting a little payback and to please not untie her.

She agreed and then helped me to place her own beach tent around Bonnie so that she would be shielded from the direct view of any passersby. Then she and I both left her there. I took the lady down the beach past the pier to an oyster bar I loved, and we drank some beer and sucked some shells until sunset.

Getting back to the beach tent, we found Bonnie still there. She was very awake and very uncomfortable. But she hadn't cried out. She knew I'd be coming back for her. She was all about fair play and payback, so she was a good sport about it all.

And she'd had the courtesy to piss herself while she'd been restrained, too, which of course was what I'd been hoping for.

The lady and I got her untied and helped get her down into the water and cleaned off, and we had a really great laugh.

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Copyright 2003 by bluepervina.

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