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College Years	By : Malachi Category: Kim Possible > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality > Het- Male/Female Views: 20572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-College Years
- 2-Un-swim practice
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Ron Stoppable and Kim Possible’s Sex Life

Ron and Kim sat at a table in Ron’s home in Middleton. He’d moved to an apartment since graduation, and was now in a lucrative bounty hunting business. Kim, on the other hand, was mostly living with her parents. As full-time work, he’d taken a job as Sensei at the Middleton Colleges. It also seems that Kimberly was taking classes at the aforementioned colleges, something that they had obviously arranged. There was little small talk, just the occasional joyous meeting of the eyes. The silences were no longer awkward between them, they were pleasant. Then Kim broke the silence. “Y’know, I was talking to some of the swim team girls…” She started.
“Your old cheer squad friends?” Ron cut her off, already knowing that most of Kim’s friends from high school (himself and Monique excluded) were sexually obsessed.
“Well, yeah. They were talking about how good the sex is in all their relationships. I wanted to know, why haven’t we had sex yet?” Kim asked, not wanting to dance around the issue anymore.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to have sex until we were married.” Ron asked, holding up a small box.
“We-what is that? Is that what I think--” Kim was incredibly confused at this point, then he opened it. Inside was a small silvery bracelet. “What is this for?” Kim asked.
“I couldn’t decide on a style of engagement ring, so I got you a platinum bracelet. So? Will you marry me?” Ron asked, looking a bit worried. This was the first time he’d looked worried since their senior prom.
“Yes. Of course! When?” Everything was rushing through Kim’s head at once: what would the wedding be like? Who would be invited? When could they…“When could we consummate our relationship, then?”
“Whenever you would like. I don’t want to control our sex life. I want you to choose how slow, or fast, you want us to take this.”
“A-S-A-P. Tonight, maybe?” Kim asked, that kid-in-a-candy-store look about her features.
“Done. We’ll just have to clean off the table.” Ron winked as he agreed. “How would you like to start off?” He inquired, an evil genius glimmer in his eye.
“Start off?”
“Of course. Clothing or No Clothing?”
“What?” Kim exclaimed, as if repulsed by nudity.
“Modesty tends to interfere with Joys of the Flesh, it seems necessary. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.” Ron smiled.
“No clothing, I guess.” Kim decided.
“Okay. When we’re done with this, we’ll go to my room and undress each other.” Ron planned.
***
Upon entering Ron’s room, Kim lifted her shirt up over her head and tossed it in the corner of the room. She then felt someone’s hands wrap around her waist from behind, only to travel up her body to her eyes and covering them. “Guess Who?”
“Ron.” The coed said before turning around, laying a deep kiss on him, and pulling him as close as she could, crushing her breasts up against his defined chest. Problem: her bra was getting in the way. Solution: Ron wriggled from his position of embracing her from the front, and soon began undoing her bra with his tongue! He let it drop to her knees before catching it and tossing it in the pile atop their shirts. The lustful ninja then noticed that she was wearing a thong, seeing the strap hang just above her pants. “Maybe we should take off our own pants and underwear.” He expressed, walking around to face her again.
“Like in private or something?” Kim asked, unsure of the new suggestion.
“No, no, no. Like a striptease.” After saying this, Ron felt himself being pushed on his ass. He watched Kim suck on her thumb and forefinger, unzip her pants with the opposite hand, watched the pants fall, and finally blinked as she kicked them off her ankles. Now wearing only a pumpkin-colored thong, Kim snapped both side straps and let the undergarment fall to the floor. Now, standing there for the entire world to see, she looked somewhat frightened at the thought of Ron (or anyone) to see her nude. “What’s wrong, Kimmie?” Ron asked.
“You don’t think my breasts are too small, or my waist too big, or-”
“No. Repeat after me: I, Kimberly Ann Possible, am beautiful.” Ron guided.
“I, Kimberly Ann Possible, am beautiful.” Kim echoed.
“Even if I weren’t, I know Ron would love me no matter what.” Ron guided.
“Even if I weren’t, I know Ron would love me no matter what.” Kim echoed.
***
After Ronald’s faux self-help seminar, they were both completely unclothed, and at a loss as to how foreplay should begin. Kim had never even watched a porno flick the whole way through. “Any ideas, Kim?” Ron asked.
“Maybe we should just do what comes naturally. Then do that to each other. We could always talk about what we want done, even if it seems weird, right?”
“Of course. ‘What comes naturally’, why not masturbate in front of me?” Ron asked, earning a questioning look from his partner. “Why not? That would show me how to please you. How to make love to every inch of your body.”
“Okay, lover boy.” Kim said huskily, letting her hand creep down toward her womanhood. She let the other hand creep up, toward her breasts. Pushing one finger inside herself with the knowledge that someone was watching aroused, it pushed her near the edge. The girl then raised her moistened fingers to her midriff and smeared her juices there, rubbing her abdomen with the sticky fluid. What pushed her over the edge was when she began groping her own breast, sucking her own sweet honey off her fingers, and caught a glimpse of Ron stroking himself. It was turning her on even more: he was watching her. She was a bit disgusted with herself for wanting to be watched, but didn’t care. Ron just moved near her and started sucking the breast she wasn’t fondling. He licked and bit at her nipple, gently sucking. He reached up to her sex and began penetrating her slowly with two fingers. Kim was moaning, “More.” More. She wanted more. Something that her fiancée had no problem with. The blond boy lowered his head to the girl’s abdomen and asked: “Would you like it if I rubbed your tummy, Kimmie-Cub?” To which she responded with a lustful smile.
“Go ahead, Darling.” Darling. There was a word that he couldn’t be called enough by this woman. Ron licked at her abdomen, running his tongue over her defined muscles and still-moist juices. She tasted tangy, salty, and a little sweet. Ronald was a Chef, and part of him said to make these juices into key ingredients. He was still pushing his fingers into her, and decided to add a few more. He was now lowering his head to her pelvic region, tonguing her clitoris, making love to the most sensitive flesh on her external form. The moaning was gone from the redhead’s voice, it had become screaming. Screaming with pain, with pleasure, with lust, with love, everything at once. Then it stopped. Ron had stopped fingering her, and sucking on her.
When he stood up, she took it as an opportunity to return his effort. Kimmie got on her knees and grabbed his shaft. She ran her tongue over the head, then started suckling. When she would suck, he would groan; just like her. Everyone babbles on and on: “Men and women are just too different. Relationships can’t be happy. Men don’t listen enough for sex to be good. Women never say what they really want.” Everyone is wrong. She and Ron were the exact same, and they were happy, and they did communicate. His dick was at least ten inches long; and Kim decide that if he could do all of what he’d done for her, she could do just as much for him. On her first attempt she could only get an inch or so past the head and felt it rubbing the inside of her cheek. It felt so good: the soft moist flesh of her inner cheek being caressed by something warm, soft, foreign. She tried to push it a little further and felt him against the back of her throat. Those strong, sizeable hands on the back of her head; those hands pulled the head they cradled toward their body. When hair was tickling Kim’s nose, her eyes shot open. She had done it! She was deep throating a giant cock; she loved it. Kim truly loved the feeling of a throbbing penis down her throat, herself sucking down on it, her tongue tasting whatever it could reach. He soon came to a climax; the first shot of cum was spilt in Kim’s throat, the second on her tongue, and the third on her nose and eye as she tried to pull away. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, quite the opposite; it was turning her on even more. The taste resembled her own: tangy, salty, and a little sweet. Where she couldn’t taste it, the semen just felt warm and gooey The redhead’s lover saw her eyes welling up, and the man dropped to his knees. “I am so sorry. Are you hurt?” He was genuinely worried because of a few tears.
“Ron. I’m fine. You came on my eye.” Kim said, and laughed.
“Can I help at all?”
“Can you lick it out?” When she said that, Ron licked her eye. He had licked the stinging substance from her eye, but then he licked it off the rest of her face. When done licking, she felt a deep kiss before she’d swallowed his come. Ron could taste it though; he could taste his juices in one part of her mouth and her own juices in another part. Part of him said that a man licking his own come off anyone is homoerotic, but what mattered to him was that it felt good to Kim. If she felt good, he felt good.
With their arms wrapped around one another, Kim gave Ron a gentle push so he would lay down. The vixen climbed atop him and started pumping his shaft. When she tried to lower herself onto his giant dick, she yelped. Her hymen had been broken during gymnastics, but it was still her first time. “Shhh, it’ll stop hurting in a second” Ron said. Ron was definitely a good lover, and he was right. The pain left, and was replaced by pleasure, pure pleasure. Kim lay right atop Ron and rolled them over, wanting to see what this sex prodigy would do to her in such a truly passionate position. The so-called ‘sex prodigy’ gave her a few thrusts, then slowed to a near-halt and began grinding his pelvic bone against her sensitive little clit. That’s when KP finally hit orgasm, and Ronnie pulled out. Ron’s cum splattered against her stomach, and part of her chest. After that, he collapsed.
“So, it is true. Men really don’t last.” Kim commented with a playful smile.
“Excuse me? If you look at the clock, you’ll notice that it’s already midnight. If you need anything else, wake me up in half-an-hour.”
“Night honey, see you in half-an-hour” Kim cooed.
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