A Hidden Gem

Bobbi didn't know what she had done to deserve this. Not because she was a good girl that did nothing wrong, but rather the amount of naughty things she had done took a while to list. Especially for someone as slow as her. Yes, she was slow. She admitted that. She was proud of that. The same way she was proud of being a slut. Sluts were fun. They made the world a better place. You should thank your local slut sometime for the work they put in. Bobbi didn't make any expectations or cheats. You knew exactly who she was, when Bobbi shoved you into a bathroom stall and rode your cock on the toilet like a horse.

You know what wasn't fun? Jobs, mortgages, passing algebra, Bobbi didn't think she could do it. She didn't want to do it. She had long ago accepted that sooner or later she would settle for someone reasonably wealthy and attractive enough to tolerate. Probably someone into computers who she could satisfy with a blow job, and who looked down upon Bobbi for her different way of thinking. She would get married, then pop out a couple kids. Then cry at them while drinking cheap margaritas on the weekend, about how she used to be cool and sexy while her children gagged. It's the way of life her mom lived, and for Bobbi the kind she was willing to do too avoid paying taxes or working. As long as she had a couple of good years to enjoy herself and fantasy about later.

So what was she talking about again? Right, she was butt naked in the middle of nowhere. Not that the naked part was seriously a problem, but it was on the lake and she was getting a little cold. Why was Bobbi here? Spring Break, some friend of friend knew exactly the kind of energy she brought and decided to invite her along to a cabin near the lake owned by the son of some senator or CEO of some oil company. Bobbi never got the chance to go near him, apparently her favorite cowboy hat she was even now currently wearing was too low class. But still the poor hospitality aside, it had fountains of booze, a full football team to snack on, and their own private rooms. It was the kind of heaven that usually ended with an overdose or a failed pregnancy test.

Not stuck on an island. Think less sandy beaches and more mossy covered rocky inlet barely large enough for her to lie down on. It was where a couple floating docks were hooked up to and local fishermen, **** to avoid the hordes of seasonal college kids, hid out at. Usually these spots are close enough you can swim back to shore, but this one in particular was very well hidden. it was placed near a rocky cove where a river flushed into the lake, creating this bend around a steep basalt boulder. The water was choppy enough smaller boats couldn't reach in, and Bobbi certainly couldn't swim through. Not that she had anywhere to go. She could see people dancing and camp fires burning in the distance, but they were far enough away even after screaming at the top of her lungs and flapping her big titties everywhere trying to jump up and down nobody came.

Why did Claire do it? Was it because Bobbi had slept with her boyfriend? Probably, but he was the piece of shit that chose the town wheel and not the serious relationship. Bobbi was just trying to help, trying to show the kind of shitty person he was to someone she genuinely thought of as a friend. It could also be the looks. Claire was bookish and a gangly uncoordinated type of skinny. It's why Bobbi fell for her story about meeting a group of boys on a hidden island butt naked. Traveling close to sunset in a boat piloted by her friend. Bobbi was just happy Claire was getting out of her shell and being adventurous. And yes maybe she was thinking with her kitten and was excited about some fresh meat. Give her a break, Bobbi was slow remember?

Claire just never understood that while attention from guys was fun, it wasn't all sunshine and peaches being Bobbi either. There's a reason she doesn't accept drinks that aren't sealed. There's a reason Bobbi gets so mad every time Claire effortlessly finishes her quizzes and knows big words that make her sound more impressive. It made her want to scream or kick something. Which was somehow even stupider as without shoes the rocks were there to remind her why tipsy college students usually avoided nature. So lying down on one of the docks, all tuckered out after screaming and kicking. Her foot now throbbing in pain, Bobbi didn't think it could get much worse.

When it did. As the butt plug she was wearing, her current favorite that had a pink sparkly jewel that matched perfectly with her purple lingerie, popped out from how loose her hole was. It wasn't shocking. Even with the kind of mom she had, rural Texas was pretty big about the whole virginity thing and she had to wait until college to explore that part of herself. But that didn't mean she didn't keep herself busy all throughout senior year of Highschool when she was fresh off her nineteenth birthday, she was held back twice unfortunately, with another hole she learned to love just as much.

Maybe even more with how many times she used and abused it. Bobbi didn't even notice at first. Her weekly treatments of edema. The ever expanding sizes and variations of butt plugs. The casual acceptance of anything her partners decided to shove up there, with or without permission, was all normal to her. Or at least it didn't get weird until later. It got weird right around the time someone managed to shove a fist in her while he was fucking her, and actually jacked himself off in her ass. Right before cumming and then bitching at how loose she was. That was actually right around the time, Bobbi accidentally sat on a baseball and barely noticed when it slid inside her.

So she had a problem. The kind she had been trying to fix, by doing what God probably wanted from her in the very beginning and leaving that part of her body alone as best she can. Except tonight was a special night, and truthfully if she had a favorite but plug then that means she's had time to compare and pick one out. You remember the cute pink jewel, Bobbi mentioned? It was hiding a horsecock thicker around then her wrist and long enough to stand up straight when you sat it down. It was a gag, like those clowns that could throw up several feet of cloth. What seemed cute on the surface was actually hiding a monster.

And now it was outside her, sinking to the bottom of the lake along with hundreds of red plastic cups and what remained of her dignity. As her permanent gape was open to the world, gasping and clenching around the air looking for something to fill it. Bobbi could only gulp because she knew if she had to bend down, the whole world was getting a sneak peak at her intestines. Or at least someone was because at that very moment a boat pulled up to the rescue.