Mona meets a Bimbo!

It all started when I caught sight of Her. The Bimbo.

It had been a clear spring afternoon in the park, gentle breeze, warm sun, swaying wildflowers and bumbling bees. The perfect day and the perfect place to get some fresh air after a long and dreary winter.

I stopped next to a small duck pond fed by a cheerfully burbling stream. The ducks had just returned from the south quacking and squawking to each other as an old man threw seeds to them. I watched for a little while, waving to the man once he noticed me and I left soon after.

We both wanted to be alone with our thoughts, I could tell. I wondered what was troubling him? It was nothing profound or even all that important on my end. I just…didn't quite know what to do with myself after flunking out of college.

Distracted by unpleasant thoughts, my feet followed along a winding trail through a denser patch of trees and bushes, until it was hard to believe this was a local park instead of a forest out in the country. There was even some woodland critter yowling nearby.

“—aaahh yes! Luv cum! Gimme cum!”

…That wasn't a woodland critter.

Filled with morbid curiosity —and nothing else!— I tiptoed my way through the dense undergrowth to a picturesque meadow perfect for a secluded picnic.

Or a recently concluded orgy, in this case. Specifically a gangbang of what seemed to be joggers, for what little clothing the participants wore was mostly athletic wear. Though, they all seemed to have run themselves ragged, gasping on the ground and staring blankly into the air with broad smiles on their sweaty faces.

Except for the outrageously curvy blonde, who wore nothing other than a pair of fuzzy pink armbands and a healthy sheen of sweat and… other fluids…on her perfectly tanned skin. She was crouching over one of the men, tugging on his shiny and flaccid shaft with a heartbroken pout on her plump lips. As I watched, she seemingly gave up and straightened, letting a ray of sunlight reveal more of her face to me.

“H-hannah!?” I spluttered as I recognized my old high school bully standing proudly from the pile of exhausted joggers. She turned her vacant blue eyes towards me, platinum blonde pigtails swaying and breasts boobing— bouncing, I meant bouncing— and those eyes lit up in recognition as well.

“Oooh, Moany-Mona! I ‘member you~” the blonde bombshell cheered, clapping her hands with a little hop that had tectonic consequences. Then she frowned and held a sticky hand to her chin. “Wait, sorry. That's a mean nickname. I'm ‘sposed to be a good girl now!”

In disbelief, I watched who I remembered as a sociopathic control freak discover a glob of pearly fluid on her palm, lick it up, and swallow with a pleased shiver like it was stray frosting.

“Hannah? What happened to you?” I couldn't stop my eyes from following a shiny trail wind its way down from her ribcage, across the smooth planes of her toned abdomen, vanish behind the dramatic curve of her left hip and reappear halfway down her plump thigh as she struck a sassy pose when she noticed my gaze. I swallowed the lump that had appeared in my throat. “You're…very different.” Very, very different.

Hannah giggled. Giggled. Hannah Stevenson, Queen of Springview High and my occasional tormentor, hadn't giggled once in the three years I had to suffer her company. Haughty titters, cruel snickers and even the rare malicious cackle. Never a hair-twirling, breast jiggling, ditzy giggle.

Though, she had also been a tall and elegant brunette with sharp features and cold gray eyes, not this walking wet dream glistening in a meadow.

“You like?” She gave a pirouette, sending out droplets like a sprinkler I had to quickly dodge, lest I be coated in the fruit of half a dozen men's and one woman's labor. “The doctor said I was radishing when he finished!” Her hands slid down her every curve in a practiced (and very effective) display, ending with a firm smack to each asscheek that set the two hemispheres to wobbling and caused every dick in the radius of three yards to twitch back to life.

“...you mean ravishing?” My mouth asked while half my mind's gears spun uselessly and the other half were jammed in place.

I got a blank stare in response. “What's a ravish?”

Not gonna deal with that. Nope. “You said a doctor did this to you?” I held out a hand to point at the ‘this’ I meant, only to weakly wave my hand at all of Hannah.

“Oh yeah! Doctor Nice was super duper nice” —she took a second to giggle again— “and gave me a total makeover for free!” The blonde bombshell hefted a breast in each hand, golden tan softness spilling around her fingers like dough as she squeezed them. Whatever had happened to Hannah, obviously it wasn't something so mundane as silicone implants.

“Yes…” I mumbled, eyes locked on Hannah's perfect breasts practically sparkling in the rays of shifting sunlight as the wind blew through the meadow. “Very nice…” My stressed mind made a connection despite the many distractions available. “Wait, Dr.Nice? The guy who runs that free clinic in town?” I'd never been, but I'd seen the sign and heard good things. Was he really responsible for this?

Bright blue eyes were suddenly inches from my own. When’d she get so close? “Ya want me to introduce you to ‘im?”

“What?”

“Doctor Nice!” For I second, I saw a flash of the old Hannah emerge as she looked me up and down. “He could do wonders for you!”

“I-i don't need wonders done to me!” I denied, yet I couldn't help but wonder what— No! I'm better than this! Don't give her any reaction! It's what she wants. “I have no idea what you mean.”

A pair of pouty lips pulled into the sly smirk from my nightmares. “Suuurree~ ya don't.”

“I don't!” I squeaked sternly.

“I can like, tell you're lying Moany~” She cupped her tits and bounced them in her hands with every sinuous step towards me. “You want some awesome titties just like mine? All ya gotta do is ask, hehe, nicely!”

My already red face went nuclear, I crossed my arms over my own, much smaller, breasts. “I- That's - you!” My back thumped against a tree and I found myself looking up into Hannah's smug grin like we were back in school. When, how did this happen?

Warm fingers caught my chin and I realized my heart was racing. She was so much taller than me!

I could have run away, her grip was more gentle than it had ever been, teasing and affectionate. Instead I melted into my old bully's touch, eyes fluttering and mouth slightly open.

“Here, lemme give you a taste~”

Hannah kissed me, a salty-sweet taste on her lips that made me dizzy and sent jolts of pleasure up and down my spine. I sucked in a shocked breath through my nose and her scent hit me like a train, ramming through my tattered resistance like it wasn't there.

I let out a shuddery, plaintive moan, and opened my mouth to let her tongue in to play with mine. My hands stopped weakly pushing against her to start pulling her closer, wrapping around her surprisingly muscular back. She tasted like cherries, and salted caramel, and raw sticky sex in a way that turned my brain off and set my already soaked pussy aflame.

As Hannah did her best to taste my tonsils and I clumsily did my best to help her, I discovered that the last bit of my already tenuous denial had vanished. Whether it was some side effect of whatever thing some crazy doctor had done to her or whether it was all me. I just knew I wanted this, wanted Hannah. I wanted to be just like her. And in that moment of realization, I no longer cared how or why she'd ended up as the centerpiece to a public gangbang and giggled vapidly after every other sentence.

I only wanted to be right there beside her at the next one~

“Mwah! See? Don't you wanna— eep!” Hannah yelped in surprise when, instead of falling back breathlessly once she released me, I immediately went to work licking her breasts clean of cum. “Oh! Wow! You're really good at- ahn!- yes! Right there!”

Somehow, I'd flipped the tables on her, ending up with a giggly Hannah wriggling around on the grass as I methodically found every errant drop of sweat and cum covering her perfect body. From her delicate collarbone and both titanic tits, every smooth plane of her abs and inside her ticklish bellybutton. Until I found a most wonderful treasure between her legs.

A pretty pink pussy, happy and swollen and dripping with fresh cum. I'd never thought a woman's pussy was pleasant to look at before, exciting and often hot when in the right mood, but never aesthetically pleasing in the same way as her face or hair or curves. Yet Hannah's glistening lips made my mouth water, my heart beat my ribs like a hammer, and my already heavy breathing intensified to pull in the heady scent like it could replace my need for oxygen.

I dove in tongue first and moaned at the taste as my hands massaged her ass and upper thighs without any conscious intention on my part. The salty bittersweetness from the men and a spicy touch of cinnamon and brown sugar from Hannah somehow blended together into my new favorite flavor. Every lick was a new mix, a slightly different concentration of cum and juices, especially when I turned my attention to the older trails on her thighs. The textures of her inner and outer labia were subtly different from a normal woman's, not that I had many examples aside from my own, more silky and somehow stretchier and softer.

Then I cleaned up enough to find her little clit standing proud at the top of her slit with a pink barbell piercing through its hood. I spent a minute with my full attention on it, lathering it with my tongue and very gently sucking it against my teeth, something that made Hannah's fingers tighten painfully in my hair as she squealed.

By this point I'd lost all sense of time and any world that may or not have existed beyond the flavor of cum-filled pussy. On a longer slurp from the base of the lips to the clit, I tasted a fresh dollop of cum leaking out of her. I did the only thing I could have at that moment— shove my tongue as far inside her as I could to get more of the tasty treat, and incidentally smash her clit between my nose and her pubic bone.

“AAAAHHHNNIIIEEE!!!”

Hannah's shriek of release was so loud I winced even with her thighs squeezing my ears to my skull. She froze like that for so long, I almost began to think about less important things like breathing again. Until she went completely limp, freeing my ears to hear distant voices and nearer groaning again.

I didn't stop licking and sucking, not until there was nothing other than Hannah's unique flavor left, and even then I hardly slowed enough to react to the sudden arrival of new footsteps in our little meadow.

“What the hell is going on here!?”

“Perverts! Freaks! I'm calling the police right now!”

At the sound of the shouting, a pink haze over my vision that had gone unnoticed receded to the edges and vanished completely after a couple blinks. My awareness of the situation came rushing back and I gulped down a final mouthful of creamy goodness, shivering as it slid down my throat to join the rest in my belly. Hannah giggled breathily beneath me, eyes glassy and mouth half open, still far away from this lowly Earth. I fell back against the tree, chest heaving as I caught my breath. What had I just done? Did this really happen?

I knelt there staring at her for several seconds, ignoring the confused noises in the background, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions in me. Pride, at finally getting a form of **** on my bully, despite, or perhaps because of how much she'd clearly enjoyed it, a touch of shame at my actions, and envy. So much envy.

So much aching, burning, **** envy. Envy of her unreal appearance. Envy of her simple happiness. Envy of her freedom from the worry and stress of life.

This new version of Hannah never needed to worry whether she was a worthless failure dragging everyone else down with her. She only needed to fuck and be fucked.

It was a revelation. Practically a religious experience. The solution to each and every problem I had in my life.

“Ma’am?” A woman holding a blanket like a shield asked me with a mix of disgust and worry in her voice. “Are you alright? Were you **** too?”

I considered the question for a second, my tongue still tingling in memory of the many wonderful flavors it had enjoyed, then nodded in answer to both questions. Yes, I had never been better, in fact. Yep, I was almost certainly **** in some way. You're right, I should probably consult a medical professional. A Nice one, even.

Thankfully, as the only one still mostly clothed, though extremely stained from a variety of sources, I was immediately forgotten by the crowd and slipped away on unsteady feet. I pushed my way through the bushes and stumbled back on the trail before any police could get involved or the whole mess could get worse in some other way. Even with the shaky legs and remaining dizziness, I managed to make my way to the edge of the park right as two police cruisers and an ambulance pulled up.

The sight of the paramedics, and the disheveled, sticky reflection of myself I saw in the windshield of their ambulance, reminded me of something I should do.

I nodded firmly right there on the sidewalk, filled with a warm resolve that was so strong it was freeing. I'd never been this motivated in my life!

“I need to set up an appointment with Dr.Nice.”

One quick search on my phone later, I turned on one heel, licked away a salty drop of white from my cheek, and started walking towards my —much happier— future.

Maybe the good doctor could use another nurse? Let me put my three years of college to work. That'd make Dad happy!