Lynn’s hand was starting to hurt. Her arm felt stiff and tired. Maybe if she tried to do it faster? Grip him harder?
“Sorry! Sorry! I… jeez, I’m a mess at this, aren’t I?”
John pulled up his pants and hugged her close. His warmth was always reassuring to her. She felt his kindness on her skin.
“It’s okay. We’re okay, you hear me? This is… nothing. It’s just a silly thing. I love you, Lynn. I want to build something with you. Something that lasts. I don’t care if…”
“If I don’t make you… finish? Really? John, come on…”
“Yes, but… you finish when we, you know, have sex and you are… on top of me, and… I don’t know, it’s different. I want to make you finish, you know what I mean?”
“I know. And it’s so kind and amazing of you. We’ll get there, don’t worry about it.”
Lynn knew John meant every word. And she didn’t worry about it, not really. She felt something different. John deserved more than she could give him, and it was so frustrating. There was a huge, wild, beautiful world out there, one she had barely stepped into. In her mind, John had been such a huge part of showing her that. His eyes, aside from being beautiful, almost golden, saw the world in a way she never had. They saw the value in it, the beauty in trees, in neon signs reflected on a puddle, in the melancholy of a woman waiting for a bus. His photographs expressed such… empathy, and something Lynn couldn’t quite put into words. In a way, Lynn felt she had known John before she had met him, that warm night in the art gallery. That she would meet the author of such images had never crossed her mind at the exposition; that she did and loved him, and he loved her, was something like a miracle.
The world was so much bigger than she had ever known, and John would get to experience all of that with her. So what if she was having a late start? Lynn was smart. She would figure it out. She would explore and discover with the joy of an adventurer. The idea made her feel a bit like an excited child, discovering the nooks and crannies of the woods near their house.
She looked at John and smiled. Playfully, she grabbed his crotch. John assured her his member was of average size, but to her it was huge; not that she had any basis for comparison. Talking half to the man and half to his penis, her eyes bright, she promised:
“Oh yes. We’ll get there.”
Lynn sat down in front of her laptop, a large black coffee by its side. Her heart was already racing. She saw herself like an astronaut at launch, a captain sailing out with no map, an angel stretching her wings and heading upwards toward the sun, an infinite sky before her…
She took a sip of her coffee. Even that had a tint of joyous rebellion. Coffee had not been allowed by her community, growing up. The laptop felt to her like an uncaged beast: it didn’t have all the “safety” programs her old computers had been burdened with to steer pure souls away from the temptations of the online wilderness. She could almost hear her old pastor preaching about how sinful the world was, how full of dangers the Internet was. What the pastor had never mentioned was how beautiful, exciting, full of life the world was. Lynn had spent almost all her life inside a gilded prison, one with bars made of words and rites, approval and silent condemnation. Breaking away from that, from her family, from her friends had been the hardest thing she had ever done, and now she was so behind…
It hurt, yes, but the bliss of living was stronger. Surely God had not made a world meant to be curtailed, curated, censored. God was in everything, in everyone. God was Life itself, and to fully live was to fully experience Him. Oh, if her pastor could hear her thoughts!
She opened the laptop and took a deep breath. Time to be brave. To dive in. To open her mind and her heart. She was confronted by a simple command: “Search or type a URL.” Suddenly, she was paralyzed. This world was so unknown that couldn’t even tell where she should start her exploration. Well, being direct would be best, she figured. Lynn felt a mixture of shame and excitement as she started typing.
An avalanche. Images. Articles. Polls. Models and actresses and online celebrities. Who is your influencer twin? Top 20 Sexiest Athletes! Hot Girls Near You! Which MCU baddy are you? Tutorial: Become an L.A. 10!!
A million questions assaulted her. Her pulse quickened. Too much. It was all too much. She thought of John. She needed to be more specific, more focused on exactly what she needed to learn. Taking a deep breath and another sip of bitter coffee, she tried again.
A river of women on beds. Some wearing lingerie, some wearing casual clothing, some -and these Lynn unconsciously tried to look away from- wearing nothing at all. Stupid goddamn machine. “In bed” didn’t mean “on a bed”! Everyone knew what “in bed” implied! Fine. Lynn guessed the Internet didn’t do “subtle” in such matters. And her goal was clear.
Bingo. She clicked on the first link. Might as well start at the beginning, and the video promised that the girl in question “gets cum from five guys!”, so she must be an expert, Lynn figured.
The first thing Lynn noticed, and it would have been impossible for anyone not to notice, were the woman’s breasts. Lynn knew she herself was perhaps a bit above average in that aspect, but the girl on screen had the biggest breasts Lynn had ever seen. They weren’t just big: they were firm, round, almost like they had been bolted on the woman’s lithe frame. And her lips! So impossibly full and thick… Lynn felt as if the girl was not just a different kind of woman: she might as well be a different species altogether. But then came the penises.
Lynn recoiled and closed the laptop shut. It was just too much, too soon, too strong. She stood up and paced around the room. John deserved it. She wasn’t doing this for herself. She was not being selfish: she was serving Love and the man who had taught her how that felt. She reminded herself that no one was judging her. No one was watching her. She sat back down and opened the laptop. Okay, she thought, John’s penis officially wasn’t the biggest one she had ever seen anymore. And the way the girl devoured them, with such glee and energy and sheer abandon…
Lynn felt herself getting wetter by the second. The girl seemed so… hot. And happy. Like she was made to have penises in her mouth. Masturbation, however, was still a problem for Lynn. She hated that she knew it wasn’t wrong, and still some lingering part of her made it so hard for her to just… do it. But maybe…
As her hand slid beneath her pants, a word caught her attention. The men were talking.
“Such a good bimbo whore…”
Huh. Lynn looked at the video title again. “Horny Bimbo Gets Cum From Five Guys!”
Bimbo. She had heard the word before, but she wasn’t sure what it meant. She tried to say it. “Bimbo”. It had a fun bounce on her lips.
“Yes, take my cock deep…”
“Cock…”, Lynn found herself muttering before standing upright, hit by a bolt inside her mind. She had never said such a word in her life. And now that she had… nothing had happened. No punishment. No feeling of being dirty or stained or sinful. Lynn laughed. “Cock!” she proclaimed. It felt good. Freeing.
So… a bimbo was a sexy woman. A bimbo was full of joy and pleasure. A bimbo made cocks cum. That much was abundantly clear. John would have a girl that could make him cum. Lynn had a path to follow.
She didn’t even clean her juices from her hand before typing:
As it turned out, being a bimbo was hard work. Lynn was so glad John had left to photograph the fauna of the Serengeti: she didn’t want to present him with a deed half done. No, he deserved the real thing, the full experience. Lucky for her, there was a huge community of people devoted to the idea of becoming a good bimbo. It made her feel less alone. Others had been in her situation before, and now they kindly guided others down the path. It was a beautiful thing: a congregation not with a pastor but with a myriad of shepherds encouraging each other, teaching each other, celebrating each other.
The first thing Lynn had struggled with was this idea of edging. Touching herself was hard enough as it was, but the idea of doing so for hours and hours on end was quite scary. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a consensus on the importance of the practice to become a good bimbo. It was not a step she could skip, so she would have to get comfortable with pleasuring herself. Her first attempts were sorry things, lasting a few minutes before the shame got to her. She desperately sought help, talked to other girls in the community. They were all so kind, and so happy for her, and they informed her they would be edging together on something called discord. A girl going by Bubbles walked her through setting up an account. Lynn felt excited and terrified at the same time. The scheduled time was nearing.
She brought her laptop to bed, tried to relax and entered the voice chat, wearing headphones like Bubbles had instructed.
Whatever Lynn was expecting to hear, it certainly wasn’t what washed over her ears. There was a file playing, something strange, bouncing from side to side. It was a mixture of some strange, low frequency hum pulsating… and words mixed in with giggles and moans… Soon more girls joined the chat. Lynn could hear their moans and sighs, the way they repeated the words… none of them seemed ashamed at all of being touching themselves, and that gave her a kind of courage. She let her hands roam her body, and found herself to be soaking wet already. Her body was relaxing more and more, her fears and shames and thoughts getting fuzzier by the second, almost floating away.
The words came to her lips with delightful wickedness. Wetter is better. That made sense, and if it didn’t, Lynn didn’t care. Dumb is sexy. Sexy was all she wanted to be. Cock makes me dumb. Yes, dumb felt so relaxing, so good… Good girls dress for cock. Pink makes me sink. Brain goes pop! Lynn giggled. Pop! My pussy controls me, cock controls my pussy. Make cock cum. Live for cum.
Lynn let it all flow over her, into her. She mumbled along.
“Cock… pussy… big bimbo tits… tits make me dumb… whore… slut… good girl… be whore… dumb… dumb bimbo cunt… just a silly girl… just a fucking bimbo… edge and edge and edge… never cum… tits are my value… always smile… please cock… tease cock… happy obedient bimbo…”
She wasn’t sure how many hours she had rubbed listening. What she knew was that she hadn’t cum, and that made her insanely proud. She jumped out of bed, thinking ahead to the next day’s session. The sun was out. Had she rubbed all night? She hoped so! It was hard to focus. She went to her wardrobe and almost wanted to cry. All her clothes were so boring! All greys and blues and so dull! Ok, first things first. She texted her boss, letting her know she wouldn’t be showing up for work. Thinking of an excuse was hard, so she didn’t bother to try. She had urgent shopping to do!
She walked around in a daze. Something was missing. In a flash, she was searching on her phone. Yes, “Bimbo Threesome” sounded fun. She let the video play, the sounds of gagging and moaning and flesh against flesh becoming the soundtrack for her morning. She figured she should have breakfast. She picked something up and looked at it for a moment, confused. She was too horny to think, and the watchamacallit in her hand wasn’t helping. Fork! That was it. She was going to cook herself breakfast… but that sounded complicated. She had to prioritize what mattered: clothes, makeup, edging. She could get something tasty at the coffee shop. And maybe try to put some sugar in her coffee, for once.
There was something she needed to do before she went outside. She took her phone, posed in front of the mirror as best she could, and sent the picture to the bimbo server. “Day 1”, she posted. There. A way to measure and share her progress.
Armed with her credit card, she headed out. Time for a makeover.
She walked into her usual coffee shop. She could feel everyone’s looks on her skin, warm and pleasant and so full of desire. She was smiling. This was a marvelous day.
It was truly amazing how much the way men treated her had changed in the last weeks. To be fair, she had changed quite a bit too: new lip fillers made it impossible for anyone to look at her face and not imagine a cock enveloped by those glossy, pillowy lips; her new clothes, white and pink and sparkles, hugged her every curve and fueled fantasy like a hose of gasoline on a raging fire; her hair, dirty blonde by nature, was now a shiny platinum, a beacon calling the attention of every room she walked into. Everywhere she went she felt welcome, desired, happy. It was getting harder and harder to remember a time before, and today she would take a massive step towards embracing her new self, this marvelous new world.
“Uh, oh, hi Lilly”, mumbled the guy behind the counter.
She couldn’t remember if she had been too edged to say her own name properly or if he had messed up and taken it down wrong a couple of weeks before, but she kinda liked her coffee house name. Lilly. It sounded silly and flirty and dumb. Like her! Plus, she loved the way the poor barista stumbled over his words when he saw her. Lynn could almost smell the guy’s desire, sense his cock hardening at work. A part of her figured she should solve that with her mouth: it was her fault he got hard after all, and good bimbos always pleased. But she reminded herself she wasn’t just any bimbo: she was going to be John’s bimbo.
It didn’t hurt to flirt a bit, though.
Her usual was… well, she couldn’t quite remember. It was hard to remember stuff when her pussy was always wet and needy and her mind was replaying amazing porn all day. All she knew was that the drink was pink and caffeinated and sweet and had a ton of whipped cream on top and it kinda looked like cum when it got on her lips or fell on her boobs and men loved to watch her scoop it out from between her tits and lick her finger clean and fuck she was getting so fucking horny but she couldn’t edge, she had a very important appointment, and she remember that she wasn’t supposed to eat or drink beforehand but she had been too stupid to remember before.
Lynn walked out of the coffee shop, leaving poor Paul behind, elaborate drink in hand, trying to blink away his confusion.
Under the sun, she giggled with excitement. Today was the day. She would get new, dumb bimbo tits! She took a selfie and uploaded it. “Day 51”. The server exploded in cheers, happy for her. They all knew there would be no going back for their friend.
Lynn heard the front door opening. She had to stifle a sequel of excitement, but she didn’t want to spoil the surprise. She quickly double checked her makeup, her pink lingerie, her hair, and got in position. She wanted John to find her the way she was meant to be seen: in bed, on all fours, eager, awaiting his cock. God, she was almost drooling.
Heavy steps, dragging a suitcase. Up one step. Two steps. Lynn’s pussy got wetter by the second. Three steps. Fours steps. She could almost taste him. The bedroom door opening.
John looked just for a second and turned away.
“Sorry! Sorry, huh… ma’m. I thought… Are you one of Lynn’s friends?”
Lynn giggled. He looked so cute, so flustered!
“It’s me, silly!”, she said with a laugh.
John turned around slowly, hesitantly. What the hell?
He let himself look, truly look. Every curve. Her smile. The way her air seemed to shimmer in the light. Her huge tits, proud and firm and ready. Her lips, wet and eager. Her eyes, full of… of what? John couldn’t say.
“Surprise!” said Lynn. “Soooooo… what do you think of your super hot, slutty bimbo girlfriend?”
The bimbo leaped into a new pose, proud.
“I became the girl you deserve! Now I’ll make you cum for sure! I’ll make you cum lots, make you cum yummy cum every day and I’ll eat it all and lick it off my tits and play with it and…”
It was a lot to take in. Perhaps another man, a man less in love, would have been less willing to accept such a radical change. But John understood. He understood what was in Lynn’s eyes. Yes, she was obviously horny. And they did have a certain… vacantly dumb quality to them. But underneath all of that was the truth, the real, deep feeling behind it all.
Lynn was happy. Happier than he had ever seen her.
In the end, that was all that mattered.
“You did all of this… for me?”
“Of course, dummy! Because you taught me to see the beauty in the world, so I let the world teach me how to be beautiful for you. You deserve a perfect, sexy, slutty, silly bimbo girlfriend! And because, like, I love you so, so much…”
Lynn’s eyes wandered downwards, and her smile grew.
“And I think your cock loves the new me! Oh, so hard for my big tits already! Poor cock, trapped inside those pants! Let me fix that!”
John just stood there, transfixed. He had always found Lynn beautiful, of course, but now there was something else. Something intoxicating. Freedom. He watched her leap off the bed and almost tear his pants off in a frenzy. Looking at her desperation, her utter need to see his cock, John realized, as if in a dream, that he was harder than he had ever been. Clearly his dick approved of Lynn’s choices.
Her eyes lit up. There it was, the thing she had been working so hard for, the thing she had changed her entire life for, the thing she now existed for. His cock. John’s cock. Part of her figured she should tease it, lick it, play with it a bit, but she was a greedy little whore. Her lips parted and she took him in savagely, her nose pressed against his public hairs, her mouth, her throat completely filled. Yes, this was it. Her purpose. Heaven.
John had to fight with every cell in his body not to finish right then and there. How on Earth had she become so good? But he wanted to taste her, to feel every part of her. Gently, he pulled her skilled mouth off his cock. She didn’t mind. Instead, she smiled and giggled.
“Oh, do you want something else? Anything you want, I can do! Want to fuck my big plastic tits? Want to ram it deep inside my wet pussy? Take my ass? Oh! Oh! Take my ass! I never even put a toy in there to keep it virgin and, like, tight for you! Want to film it? That would be so fun, filming while you wreck my little asshole! Or, or…”
It was too much. John couldn’t hold back any longer. He guided Lynn to the edge of the bed, bent her over, slid her panties aside and slowly positioned his cock…
“Come on! Do it! You don’t have to be careful! Fuck me! Break me! Tear my slutty fucking cunt! I live for that! Please, please use my hole…”
Lynn didn’t have to ask twice.
Her mind went blank as her cock filled her soaked pussy. Finally! After all the waiting, all the training, all the edging… this was all she needed. All she would ever need. Every thrust was like a puzzle piece falling into place, completing her, making her whole, making her what she had always been meant to be, a fuckdoll for John, a slutty little toy, a bubbly and happy and blissful… Wave after wave of pleasure shook her body. Good girls don’t cum. But… for John’s cock… yes… only for his cock… cumslut… mind fuzzy… falling apart…
“Cock… love… you… love… cock… yours… your doll… use me… however you want… whenever you want… suck cock… fuck cock… milk you dry… cock… cock… cock…!”
Lynn’s babbling lit a fire. John let go of all prudence, stopped holding back. She was a slut. She was beautiful. She was a whore. She was marvelous. And she was his. He watched himself pulling her hair, heard their bodies slapping against each other, smelled her arousal and felt himself get so close…
“No!”, she suddenly snapped, pulling away from him. John was scared for a second. Had he been too rough? Had he hurt her?
“Bad boy!” Lynn smiled. “You almost came! You can’t! I have to make you cum!”
Lynn was back on her knees in a flash. With a wicked smile, she wrapped her huge tits around John’s cock. Looking at his eyes, she started moving, jerking him off with her breasts, drooling at what was to come.
“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my big dumb tits, my face, my hair. Mark me as yours. Cum for your love, your slave, your doll! Cum and I’ll be yours forever… do anything… live for you… cum for your toy…”
John obliged. He moaned as his eyes rolled back, taken by surprise. There were orgasms and there were good orgasms, and then there was whatever she was making him feel. The world vanished for a moment that lasted an eternity. When it finally came back, slowly returning into focus, John saw Lynn ecstatic, her eyes closed as she scooped every bit of his cum and brought it to her mouth, savoring it. Then, her blue eyes met his. She smiled.
John could only say one thing. One simple, overriding truth.
Lynn beamed with pride. She had done it. She had made him cum.
“I love you.”, she replied with a smile.
She thought for a moment, and added:
“So, like, about the video and my tight ass…”
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