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From Middleton With Love	By : Jayrich Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24487 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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From Middleton with Love

“Ze time of my greatest victory IS AT HAND!!!”

Deep within the city of Paris, France, below its city streets and sewer lines, lays the evil lair of one of the world’s most notorious villains, Professor Dementor. In his war room, he sits at the head of his table, with nearly a hundred of his finest henchmen surrounding the rest of the table. As he looks out onto them, his eyes narrow, and he continues his speech accompanied by his thick German accent.

“For months I have worked towards zis day, zis upcoming moment where I vill gain complete victory, by bringing ze world to its KNEES! WITH ZEES!!!” Reaching into his red overcoat, he pulls out what appears to be a simple heart-shaped Valentine’s Day card.

Upon sight, one of Dementor’s henchmen cocks an eyebrow up in confusion. “Uh sir, that’s just a greeting card. How are you going to take over the world with that?”

An annoyed look grows onto Dementor’s face, as the other henchmen at the table begin to cower in fear. Few dared questioned the mad Professor’s method, and those who have done so, haven’t been seen again.

“So, you think that I’m unable to take over ze world using ze greeting card?” Dementor asks. “You know, zat really says a lot about your character…it says it und you ARE DISPOSABLE!!!”

Without warning, Dementor slams his fist down on a hidden button on the table, which sends the unfortunate henchman screaming and plummeting down through a secret tube into a void of darkness. After a moment though, the screaming stops and Dementor along the rest of his henchmen hear a thud, indicating his landing. And after another moment passes, they hear his horrified screams again.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“Ze Savage Crocodile pit shall deal with him.” Dementor utters with malice.

“Uh, actually sir…” Dementor lifts his head and turns towards his 2nd in command henchman. “…there aren’t any savage crocodiles down there. The order for them still hasn’t arrived.”

Dementor growls in disapproval. “Zis is vhat I get for not using the overnight SHIPPING! Vhat is DOWN THERE then?”

“Snapping turtles, sir.” The Henchman answers.

“Snapping turtles!?”

“Flesh-eating snapping turtles.”

Dementor takes a moment to think this development over as he puts his hand on his chin. “Hmm…land or sea?”

“Land, sir.” The henchman replies.

Just then, the terror-filled cries of the exiled henchman rings through everyone’s ears again. “OH GOD, THEY JUST ATE MY PINKY!!!!!”

That cry of pain brings a devious smirk to Dementor’s face. “Zey vill do for now. OK, ve move along, ve go to more important matters, TIME FRAME!!!”

Across from Dementor up on an elevated platform, his head scientific henchman turns to him carrying a clipboard. “Everything is going smoothly, Professor.” He says. “We only need one more item to complete the cards. And we’re on pace for the targets to receive their cards by Valentine’s Day.”

“EXCELLENT!” Dementor responds. “Also, make sure zat new girl shows me ze accounting booklets. I vant to save money on this scheme; I am not ze piggy bank!”

Turning his attention back to his table, he rises up out of his chair and addresses his troops. “Gentlemen, ve are on ze brink of global domination! My plan is FULL-PROOF! Victory shall be MINE, and zere is NOTHING, or NO ONE, who vill be able to STOP ME!!!”

“Wait a minute…how the heck do you pronounce this word?”

Ron Stoppable sits at the table of one of Paris’ most popular & expensive bistros, Bueno Nacho Paris, reading a ‘French to English’ translation book, but failing in the practice. Rufus sits on his right shoulder, having a more successful time understanding the French language. It’s been over 5 months since Ron’s graduation from Middleton High, and before his college stint at Upperton Tech starts, he decided to travel along with Kim and see the world, on Global Justice’s dollar. Unfortunately, a high profile solo mission required Kim to travel back to the U.S., leaving Ron to partake in a secondary mission here in France.

“OK, OK, I think I got it…” Ron says. And as he spots a waiter approaching, he decides to test out his linguistic skills.

“Uh, Pair…Lee…Voo-us…Francis?”

The waiter responds by turning up his nose at Ron, and walking off in the other direction. “Man, this French stuff is hard to learn!” Ron says frustrated. “No wonder I had to take it 3 times in high school. I need to find someone who knows English around here or…”

And just then, like a beam of hope, Ron’s dilemma is resolved. Glancing up, he spots the one woman he could recognize even in the fashion capital Paris…Bonnie Rockwaller. She’s wearing a tight indigo dress with a belt wrapped around her waist for decoration, a white wide-brim sunhat, expensive shades and matching pumps. On her shoulder is her purse and in her hands are several shopping bags from the finest clothing boutiques in the city, indicating that she’s been spending Senor Senior Junior’s money happily. That happiness comes to an end though as Ron calls out to her.

“BONNIE!!! HEY, BONNIE!!!”

Glancing to her left, she spots Ron and nearly has a heart attack. “Dammit! Of all the cities in the world, why does Mr. Stumble have to be here? OK, play it cool. Just walk by him fast and pretend you don’t hear him.”

She puts a pep in her step and speed walks past Ron, hoping he will cease his calling out. It fails miserably, as Ron leaps from his table and chases after her. “BONNIE!!! BONNIE IT’S ME, RON!!!”

Bonnie walks even faster now; a couple paces from all-out running, but Ron still catches up to her and blocks her path. “BONNIE, HEY! It’s me, Ron. From Middleton, remember? We went to high school together…”

“I know who you are!” Bonnie barks out through her teeth. “Shouldn’t you be bothering Kim right now?”

“Actually I can’t.” Ron replies. “Kim’s off on some high-priority mission. Plus I got a mission here in France…”

“Yeah, whatever, good luck with that.” Bonnie scoffs, rolling her eyes. But as she tries to walk off, Ron steps in front of her again.

“Wait! I need your help!” He says. “I don’t know how to speak French. I just need you to hip me to the lingo and…”

“Hip you to the lingo?” Bonnie asks almost in disbelief as she puts her bags down. “Stoppable, I don’t need to speak French, not when I have these.” She reaches into her purse and pulls out three credit cards; one gold, one platinum, and one black. All of them with a sky-high credit limit. “The international language everyone understands. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to do some more ‘talking’ at Club Banana Paris.”

Depositing her cards back in her purse, Bonnie picks up her shopping bags and walks away from the conversation, leaving Ron hanging. Strolling over to the next building, she pushes her way through the revolving doors and inside, where she sees an almost infinite amount of fashion masterpieces, just waiting to be bought.

“I…am in heaven!” She cheers gleefully. But her joy is interrupted by the sound of her cell phone ring tone. Pulling the phone out of her purse, she flips it open and answers it.

“You’ve got Bonnie…”

“Hello…‘Bon-Bon’.”

A sharp bolt of anger shoots through Bonnie as she instantly recognizes the voice and laughter on the other end. It belongs to her sister. “Connie. What do you want?” She asks coldly.

“Just calling to check up on our little sister.” The voice on the other end is now Lonnie’s, Bonnie’s other older sister. “We heard you were in town…”

“…and we also heard you have some new man you’re flaunting around.” Connie finishes.

Bonnie’s eyes widen in shock. “How did you find out?”

“Mom.” Connie & Lonnie answer.

Bonnie grits her teeth, remembering that her mother can’t keep a secret for the life of her as Connie continues. “We found out about your little condo here too. Hope you don’t mind if we come visit. Family needs to stick together. See you tonight, Bon-Bon.”

“But I—!” CLICK!

The call ends from their end, and Bonnie is left holding her cell to her ear in disbelief. Any other time she would revel in the chance to show up her sisters, but with Junior halfway around the globe attending to ‘business’ with his father, Senor Senior Sr., this situation has the potential to end disastrously.

“What am I gonna do?” She panics. “UGH! Of all the times for Junior not to be here! Those two will be on me forever rubbing it in if they see me without my man! I gotta do something! I gotta…”

And at that moment, her eyes turn towards the glass looking outside, and she sees the one man who can help her walking by, Ron. His head is still buried in his translation book, so much so that he doesn’t notice her coming through the revolving doors.

“OK, I got this word…” He says. “It’s pronounced ‘Bonjour’. Hey, maybe French isn’t so hard—!”

“RON!!!!”

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

He feels a pair of arms grabs hold of his shoulders and pull him into the revolving doors. Once free of them, Ron is led through various aisles and around multiple tables in the Boutique until he and Bonnie reach the dressing rooms…the women’s dressing rooms. Spotting a vacant room, Bonnie pushes Ron inside, before running in and shutting the door tight behind her.

“OK, you’re really starting to freak me out, Bonnie!” Ron tells her. “First you blow me off on the street, now you’re kidnapping me!?”

“It’s not like that.” Bonnie tells him, sitting down on the bench in the room. “Look, Ron…I need your help.”

Those words cause Ron to develop a smirk on his face as he folds his arms over his chest. “Oh NOW you need MY help.” He says smugly. “Well, maybe it won’t come so easily from the Ron Man.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want.” Bonnie tells him.

“Does that include someone who can teach me French and…”

“I’ll buy you a freaking French translator!” Bonnie barks at him, jumping to her feet. “Now are you gonna help me?”

Bonnie’s desperation doesn’t go unnoticed by Ron, who begins to have doubts about actually helping her. “OK…what do you want me to do?”

“There’s no time.” She answers. “Just come with me and…”

She tries to drag Ron along with her out of the dressing room, but this time he stands firm, keeping his place. “Oh no, Kim warned me about when you get like this. What’s the favor?”

Seeing that Ron means business, Bonnie slumps her head down and gives in. “Alright. I…I need you to just do a simple, small, easy favor and…pretend you’re Junior in front of my sisters!”

That favor brings an instant response into Ron’s mind, Leave! “Uh-uh!” He tells her firmly. “No way! KP told me all about your sisters!”

He turns to walk out of the dressing room, when Bonnie holds him there, clinging to his arm. “Please, Ron! Just this one favor and I’ll be so eternally grateful! I…”

Ron frees his arm and tries to leave again, only to have Bonnie grab him by the belt. Unfortunately, that causes it to come loose, and Ron’s pants almost immediately end up around his ankles. “Aw man, even in Paris! It’s the Fashion Capital here!”

Like a dam burst, a flood of memories come back to Bonnie on the times she’s spend with Ron in their high school years. The thought of him all over her is enough to bring a little moisture to the thong she currently wears. And it also gives her an idea on how to ‘persuade’ him to do the favor.

“Hey Rufus, could you go watch my bags by the entrance?” She asks.

Rufus pokes up out of Ron’s pocket and shakes his head, indicating no go. “Some of the shoppers here are models, and they love adorable, hairless animals.”

That statement did it, as Rufus hops out of Ron’s pocket and scurries out into the main store area, leaving the two alone, and Ron confused. “OK Look, I don’t know why you took my belt, or sent Rufus off but I’m still not…aw crap.”

It hits him, right before the wall does as Bonnie traps him in a corner of the room. She presses her body close against his and grins at him seductively, which is what Ron is afraid of. “No! No way Bonnie, I’m with Kim. Exclusively with Kim! Meaning just her! And…”

“But Kim’s not here, is she?” Bonnie asks lovingly. “And this is the city of love, right?”

“But I, I…” Before Ron can complete his reply, he finds his lips in a meeting with Bonnie’s. She tosses her arms around his shoulders and rubs her thigh against him, going all out in her persuasion attempt. In truth, she’s actually willing to do this. With Junior away on business with his father, it’s been weeks since she’s had any lay. Ron becomes rapidly aroused by the makeout as does Bonne, her nipples becoming erect as they press against Ron’s chest. Ron instinctively grabs hold of Bonnie’s ass cheeks, groping and caressing them as his mouth continues to work with hers. Soon, Bonnie can feel Ron’s manhood nearly bursting through his pants, and breaks the kiss.

“I…Damn, I love your lips…” Ron utters helplessly.

Bonnie lets out a flattered giggle and smiles. “You always did. And you know what else my lips can do…”

Wanting to give Ron a reminder, she takes her arms from around him and lifts up the bottom of his shirt. She then squats down and tugs on Ron’s boxers, pulling them down to his knees. His hardening cock nearly stands at attention right in front of her, and she takes full advantage by grabbing the shaft and wrapping her lips around the head. She moves her head forward and takes in more of his member as Ron looks on.

“Aw man…so good…”

He receives a vivid reminder on just how good Bonnie’s lips are, as they drag back & forth along his shaft. Her tongue circles around his cock as she lets out a pleasurable moan. It’s been a good while since she’s given a blowjob, and it shows as the wetness stain on her thong increases in size. But blowjobs aren’t suitable for Bonnie as she removes his cock from her mouth. It’s now slick with her saliva and rock hard, prime condition for Bonnie. She stands straight up and takes Ron by the hands, but as he moves over to the bench, she stops his progress.

“Uh-uh.” She tells him. “I want it in front of the mirror.”

Ron’s not surprised by this request. Bonnie’s narcissistic nature has shown up before during their passionate sessions, and this time is no different. Bonnie pulls down on her dress, exposing a black lace bra holding back her round love pillows, before taking her position and leaning against the full-length mirror. Ron takes over as he hikes up her dress, revealing the thong. He then pulls said underwear down to her knees before positioning himself behind her. His cock head nearly delves between her ass cheeks, making Bonnie tremble with anticipation.

“You remember how I like it, right?” She asks Ron lovingly, looking back at him.

“Heh, nice and hard…” Ron replies.

Bonnie moans in approval as Ron grabs hold of his rod. He rubs the head between her cheeks a little to tease, before locating her wet vagina lips and pushing forward. He slides right into her soaked snatch as Bonnie calls out in pleasure.

“OOHHHH!!!”

Her body is now almost completely pressed against the glass of the mirror, its cold surface mixing with her body heat. Ron pushes forward even more, until he’s balls deep inside of Kim’s heated rival. He then reaches up and clenches Bonnie’s right hand with his own from behind, before giving a hard thrust to start things off. Bonnie responds with a smile, which gives Ron the green light to continue. Working his in an up-forward direction, he pops his hips forward with each thrust, creating a ‘slapping’ sound as his skin collides with hers. His left hand lands on her hips, keeping his aim steady as he gives her pussy the punishment she wanted. With each pump, Bonnie lets out a grunt and/or a moan, her legs becoming weaker with each impact.

“OH! OH, RON!” She screams, startling her dressing room lover.

“Keep it down, Bonnie!” He whispers back. “You’re gonna get us caught!”

“Don’t (huff) worry!” She tells him. “The dressing rooms (pant) are soundproof here. So (huff) no one hears (huff) supermodels complaining. AH!!!”

Bonnie’s legs nearly turn spaghetti as Ron hits her right spot. He continues to jackhammer her snatch from behind, enjoying this moment to the fullest. Maybe it’s because Kim had to separate because of their missions, or maybe it’s because he did miss Bonnie and her bodacious body; whatever the reason though, Ron finds himself wanting to bring Bonnie to a screaming climax. Her body is now glistening with sweat, and the mirror is nearly fogged to the point of where there’s no reflection. Yet Ron keeps up his assault, drilling Bonnie as she begs for more and approaches her limit fast.

“OH GOD, I’M ALMOST THERE!!!” She yells between huffs. “Keep going! (Huff) Make me cum, Ron!”

The walls begin to rattle from the force of Ron’s thrusts, and Bonnie’s legs spread wider to give him maximum entry. She squeezes the fingers on Ron’s hand and grits her teeth, as her climax arrives in grand fashion.

“OH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWD!!!!!”

Her entire body shivers from her orgasm as she closes her eyes and revels in the moment. Several seconds later, Ron lets out a grunt as he unleashes a hot stream of jizz deep inside of Bonnie. At this moment he would usually panic about cumming inside instead of pulling out, but he knows Bonnie too well. Her disdain for kids is well known, and the last thing she wants to do is get pregnant, so it’s reassured that she has protection. Their bodies remain tense and frozen for a few seconds more, before relaxing. Ron inadvertently leans against Bonnie, who could care less about it at the moment. Their breathing is surprisingly synchronized as both of them attempt to catch their breaths. After a minute, Ron grabs hold of Bonnie by the hips and slowly moves towards the bench. He sits down on it, with Bonnie on top of him, when he notices the imprint of Bonnie’s body left against the mirror glass; breast, nipples, hips and all.

“Heh…cool.” He says, before turning his attention to Bonnie. “OK…I’ll do it. But only for tonight.”

He waits a moment for Bonnie’s response, before receiving it in the form of a wet, tongue-filled kiss. Bonnie then pulls away from Ron and grins. “I knew I could count on you, Big Ron.”

Slowly, she climbs off of him and takes a step forward before bending over and pulling up her thong. She then straightens out her dress and walks towards the door of the dressing room. Before making her exit though, she turns and blows a kiss to Ron, thanking him again for his help. Ron lets out a light laugh and smiles as she leaves, but what isn’t known is that the smile hides a very nervous Stoppable.

“Great, now I gotta make sure Kim doesn’t find out about this.” He says worried. He shakes it off though and picks himself up off the bench. Pulling up his pants, he re-loops the belt around them and buckles it before heading out. After a short walk back into the main sales area, he spots Rufus, again as the center of attention, being adored and petted by several lovely women who could easily pass as models. As Ron passes, he waves for Rufus to follow, and the naked mole rat retreats back into his owner’s pants pocket, much to the ladies disappointment.

The two make their way out of the Boutique through the revolving doors just as a communication beeps in. Ron pulls out his special communicator and sees Wade on the screen.

“Ron, everything OK in Paris?” He asks.

“Oh yeah.” Ron replies, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Just uh, shopping around, you know, looking for the right fit.”

Wade notices the name of the store Ron’s standing in front of. “At a Ladies Clothing Store?”

“They sell men’s clothes!” Ron counters back. “I think…”

Wade disregards it and decides to move on. “Well, I got some information about a potential heist going down in Paris’ industrial district tonight.”

“Don’t worry Wade.” Ron tells him. “The Ron Man is on it!”

The sun is barely visible on the horizon as the evening sets in for the City of Lights. As the sun sets, Ron walks up to the door of an expensive Penthouse apartment and gives it three knocks. As he waits for an answer, Rufus pops out of his pocket and voices his disagreement with this.

“Don’t worry, Rufus.” Ron tells him. “I’m only here for a minute for Bonnie’s sisters. Then it’s on our way to the stakeout.” Turning back towards the door, he patiently waits for it to open, only to receive no response. “That’s funny, Bonnie gave me this address and…”

Suddenly, the door swings wide open to reveal Bonnie, wearing a not-so-pleasant look on her face. “Where have you been?” She asks, visibly upset. “My sisters will be here any minute! Get in!”

“WHOOOOOOOAAAA!!!!”

Bonnie grabs hold of Ron’s arm and pulls him into the apartment stumbling. As he regains his balance, he looks around and notices the lavish atmosphere. The apartment clearly says ‘rich’ as there’s not an item here that doesn’t cost less than the Stoppable Family Home. His time to soak in the room is short though, as Bonnie suddenly grabs his shirt and pulls it off over his head, leaving him bare-chested.

“Whoa, hey!” Ron says, surprised. “Your sisters are coming over and you’re thinking about a quickie!?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Stoppable.” Bonnie tells him, grabbing a spray-can off the coffee table. “I need your shirt off so I can do this.”

Standing about 5 feet away, she presses her finger down on the nozzle and sprays the contents all over Ron’s face & torso. Ron closes his eyes for safety as she circles around him, making sure to get every inch of exposed skin covered. Once done, she tosses the can aside, and Ron opens his eyes. Looking down, he notices that his skin now has a darker, almost-bronze look to it.

“Instant Spray-On Body Tan.” Bonnie says. “No offense, but I can’t have you playing my boy-toy looking pale…”

“Hey, I wouldn’t say I was pale, exactly…” Ron counters. “I mean, maybe a little—WAAAHHH!!” He feels something tight and formfitting snapped onto his head that startles him. Looking over at a nearby mirror, he sees that he’s now wearing a black hair wig, to mimic Junior’s ‘do.

“Enough complaining, Stoppable.” Bonnie tells him, grabbing a tight yellow T-shirt. “Now here, put this on before…”

DING-DONG, DING-DONG!

“Damn, they’re here!” Bonnie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, regaining her composure as Ron slides the tight shirt over his head. She then walks over to the door and opens it wide, revealing Connie and Lonnie standing in the doorway. Connie, who’s a brunette, is dressed conservatively, wearing a turtleneck sweater, slacks and sneakers. Lonnie however, the blonde, is working the latest fashion style, so much so it makes Bonnie’s outfit look off the rack. Regardless, Bonnie puts on the fake smile and welcomes them in.

“Welcome to my humble abode, dear sisters.” She says, trying her best to keep up a nice front.

Connie and Lonnie walk into the apartment, their eyes scanning and judging the décor. “The layout seems to be on the tacky & generic side.” Lonnie says.

“Not surprising considering our little sister.” Connie adds, before turning to her. “So where’s this new stud you’ve been bragging about.”

Bonnie turns there attention to Ron, who with the shirt, now looks like a de-buffed, freckled version of Senior Junior. He grins wide and waves as both older Rockwaller sisters cock and eyebrow upward. “This is the masculine hunk you were bragging about?” Lonnie asks.

“I’m not surprised.” Connie chimes in. “I don’t think she can even spell ‘masculine’. You see, Johnny…”

“It’s Junior.” Bonnie corrects Connie.

“Whatever.” Connie scoffs. “I got all the brains…”

“I got all the looks…” Lonnie adds. “And Bonnie…”

“Got the rich, young stud.” Bonnie interrupts, wrapping her arms lovingly around Ron, showing off. It’s a display that causes her sisters to simply fold their arms and roll their eyes.

“Yeah, whatever.” They reply.

Bonnie breaks her embrace of Ron and walks past her sisters, waving them on. “Why don’t you follow me, and I can show you all the lavish, EXPENSIVE items, which I now own.”

Connie simply scoffs again as she follows Bonnie, leaving Lonnie & Ron behind. “Just because they’re expensive, doesn’t mean you have taste.”

As they leave the room, Lonnie turns her attention over to “Junior.” “So, you’re Bonnie’s latest boy toy, huh?”

“Uh, yes…yes I am.” Ron replies, with a horrible Spanish accent.

“At least you look a lot smarter than that Brick guy.” She says, before turning to the direction where Bonnie and Connie left. “Poor Bon-Bon, always trying to outdo perfection.” Ron reluctantly nods his head in agreement, wanting to keep on the good side of Lonnie, as Bonnie instructed. But the mood takes a sudden turn when Lonnie looks back at Ron, wearing a seductive smirk. “You know, anytime you wanna upgrade to perfection…you can just let me know.”

She slowly strolls towards Ron, who backs away from her at the same speed, until his back is literally against the wall. “Uh, I think…that…things…are perfect, you know, being…perfect, like this!” Ron tells her, sans accent.

“Aw come on Junior.” Lonnie says, practically throwing herself at him. “Don’t you wanna at least…sample?”

Taking the initiative, she grabs hold of his hands and places them on her firm, round backside. She then presses her body close against his, her breasts nearly smothering his chest. Panic fills Ron’s face as he tries to free himself before the situation becomes worse. Unfortunately, he finds it too late as Connie & Bonnie walk back into the room.

“RON?!” Bonnie yells out in rage, finding her boyfriend in a ‘compromising’ position. Connie and Lonnie quickly turn to their younger sister, as now Bonnie & Ron find themselves in an awkward moment.
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