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A Birthday Wish	By : eoraptor Category: Kim Possible > General Views: 26685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“A birthday wish”
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“You know Ah’m a big girl now, Ronnie… You can see that, right?”
Ron stoppable swallowed hard. How had he gotten to this particular place again?
“Let me show you, please?”
The sensation of a hand unbuttoning his cargo pants was making it difficult to remember how he had ended up with Kim’s cousin Joss sitting in his lap, unzipping his fly as she licked her lips and grinned.
It had started out innocently enough. He knew that much. It was July, and they were at the Lazy C ranch while Middleton was being rebuilt. It was Joss’s fourteenth birthday today, and she wanted to spend time with he and Kim… Well, apparently just him now.
She’d insisted on taking him out on a tour of the ranch since he proved he could ride one of the robot horses finally without screaming. One of the horses, hers, he thought, had broken down. Could a robot horse break down? After an hour of trying to fix it, her butt hanging half out of it and wiggling back and forth, Joss had climbed out, and accidentally torn her shirt on the hatch in the process.
That was when things started to get a little fuzzy in Ron’s head. Maybe it was the sunlight glinting off of freckled, barely developed breasts, or maybe it was just the heat and the lack of fast food in rural Montana, but it was getting hard… DIFFICULT! Difficult to think clearly.
“Ah’m not some goofy little kid, Ronnie…” the auburn haired girl purred at him as she sliz the zipper lower. “Ah’m a big girl now, and I want you to treat me like one.”
“J- Joss…” The blond stuttered, trying to gather his faculties. The heat was seriously getting to him, and he licked his lips as he rested hands on her shoulders, trying to get her torn shirt closed over her chest. “This isn’t ho- how you’re supposed to ac- ACT!”
Her blue eyes flashing at that cute squeak, Joss grinned as she slipped her hands into Ron’s boxers. She slipped her fingers around Ron’s penis and licked her lips, blushing at the feel of his hot sweaty lap around her hand. “Really? ‘cause that’s not what your body’s sayin’.”
Swallowing back a moan, Ron squeezed her shoulders in reaction to the touch of her strong hand. “J- Jo-,“
Giggling softly at his stuttering, Joss closed her hand around Ron’s semi-soft member and gently stroked it in the confines of his boxers. “See? Ah been learning all about how to make a guy happy. What to do with his cock, how ta get him to moan, how to suck just like on those videos…”
Ron’s eyes went wide when she licked her lips and he tried to squirm out of her grasp. For some reason, though, the lower half of his body was not cooperating. Finally, he reached down, gripping her wrist and trying to pull her young hand free. The sudden tugging only caused him to shudder and his grip to weaken.
Pouting firmly at the resistance, she stroked Ron’s growing member up and down, fluttering her lashes at him as she slid up his lap more, adjusting her grasp, “You were always nice to me, Ronnie… an Ah want to be nice to you. Ah want to make you happy like in those videos.”
‘well that doesn’t seem so wrong’ an insidious voice in the back of his head, one that sounded suspiciously like his own, whispered.
Shaking his head firmly against that little voice, Ron tugged her hand free of his shorts finally, gritting his teeth. The rush of cool air into the now empty space made him shiver again, and realize how sweaty his lap was, and how good her hand fel-
“Ah no!” he gritted out again against the impulse to give in. “Joss- Joss, you’re a good girl… You know this isn’t right. I’m with Kim now… And even if I wasn’t, you’re just-,”
‘no, not the pout! Not the Puppydog Pout!’ his mind screamed when he saw Jocelyn’s lip trembling faintly, her eyes blinking as she sniffed, tilting her head to one side.
“Please! Please don’t say Ah’m just a kid, Ronnie!” She sniffed, shaking her head and looking away. “Everyone says that ta me. Everyone think’s Ah’m just an annoying little kid. I thought you’d know different…”
The blond boy couldn’t help it. She looked so defeated. He reached out and gently lifted her chin up, “Joss, you’re not just some little kid. You’re brave, and bold, and smart, and all those other things I’m supposed to say to you to make you feel better.”
She giggled softly beyond her tears, smiling brightly to his brown eyes. He was such a goof, and that’s why she loved him as a lot more than a friend. Scooting into his lap fully, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Thank you Ronnie. Ya’ll are too sweet fer your own good.”
Ron felt a bit awkward still, given that her bare, tiny breasts were pressing through his tee shirt, and his manhood was pressing against her jeans; but he hugged her back, hopping she was feeling better now and would calm down. “Joss, sooner or later, probably a lot sooner, you’ll meet a boy your own age, who you can do that stuff with. Because He’ll see that you’re not just a goofy kid, just like I do.”
Joss leaned back, looking into his eyes and pouting again, rubbing his shoulders softly, “But Ronnie, Ah don’t want some other boy. I want you. You already see me just right. Please Ronnie! Ah Ache for you!”
He had to swallow hard, because when she leaned back, the denim fly of her jeans ground against the tip of his cock and made his body twitch. Unbidden, his eyes roamed her bare torso, the sweaty skin, the fine pale freckles between her two small breasts, the nipples, rosey pink and standing firmly up from rubbing against his chest.
Tearing his eyes away from her breasts, Ron licked his lips, trying to get his mind under control.
Joss felt his body shiver when she moved, saw those chocolaty eyes looking at her, and purred faintly. She rolled her hips ever so slightly against his lap, and blushed when she felt him react again. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around him again, smiling a wicked smile. “…an’ you ache for me. Ah can tell.”
A tiny moan escaped his throat as her hand gripped him. It felt so soft, but with just a few faint callouses along her palm. Just the right size to-
Shaking his head sharply, Ron grabbed Joss by the shoulders, and made his own hips hold still. “Joss! You need to st- stop this. It’s not right for a girl your age. And I’m with Ki-,”
His protests were cut off as Joss dove in, seizing his lips with hers, using his shaft as a grip to pull herself close and press her tongue against his lips.
‘wow! Kim never kisses me like that! this is intense!” that insidious voice remarked as Ron’s hands started to snake down Joss’s shoulders, moving her torn shirt away with them.
“Nnnnnno- no!” He finally got control of himself and pushed her back, shivering at the tugging on his member. “This is wrong, I can’t do this… Kim will-,”
“Never have to know,” Joss purred, stroking him firmly, leaning in to nuzzle her lips along his. “We can just call this… a surprise birthday present for me…”
‘yeah, just a birthday present… oh god that feels good.’
“See,” the auburn haired girl purred into his lips, encouraging them to open as she spoke, “It’s all right. Ronnie, just give me a present.”
His hips were moving willfully to Joss’s hand now, and he kissed weakly along her lips, one small part of his mind still trying to resist. “Jo- Joss… Please, I don’t want to do anything to hurt you or Kim.”
“Shh, It’s okay Ronnie… You can’t hurt me. Ah just want you to feel good. Ah know Kim does too…” she continued to nuzzle his lips as she spoke, leaning in, stroking his manhood between them. She pressed the tip of her thumb between the folds of his thick head and grinned when she felt him shiver in her grasp. She giggled softly as she felt his slick precum coating her thumb. “See? Feels good, huh?”
“mmhmmm…” he mumbled weakly against her lips, shuddering and rocking to her willing hand.
“Now jus’ lay back. Let me have mah present…” She cooed, easing Ron back to the ground with her free hand.
As he lay down, Joss shrugged off her ruined shirt and sighed, the prairie sun hitting her bare chest fully. She looked down, and giggled at the wide-eyed stare Ron wore. Blushing, she ran her hands over her small breasts, her right one leaving a faint trail of Ron’s sticky lubricant over one small nipple. “See? Ah’m a growin’ woman, Ronnie.”
Reaching down, she took his hands, and pressed them to her little bee stings. She let out a sharp gasp when he squeezed her breasts and pressed herself forward, cupping her hands over his. “Mmmm! More!”
Ron squeezed her pert breasts again firmly, and slowly ran the pads of his thumbs between them, caressing freckled skin as he watched her. He shuddered when she responded to the attention, reaching down and gripping his member firmly, squeezing and milking him against the now hot crotch of her jeans and rocking in his lap.
Joss purred out into the afternoon sunshine as Ron started to really play along with her desires. She slowly rocked her hips up against his lap, grinding needfully against her hand and his full shaft. Growling with hunger, she gripped him more tightly, stroking up and down as she leaned over him, her auburn hair hanging down in a sheet around their faces.
“Ronnie… Mmmm, help me get mah jeans off… Ah want to get you inside my body… So bad…”
Nodding dumbly up at her, Ron reached down to her tight blue jeans. Gripping the fly, he tugged, and yanked, and finally, shivering as every movement drove her lap against his engorged head, he managed to flick the button fly open.
Joss shuddered over him and moaned out breathily against his cheek. The rush of cooler air into the hot confines of her jeans caused her to renew her grip on his shaft, and she kissed Ron hard as he groaned and thrust upwards to it, his sticky head pressing her abdomen just inside the clinging denim.
Rocking above him and stroking his cock up and down, Joss moaned into their kiss and tangled the fingers of her free hand in his hair, tugging him close and inhaling the scents of him through her nose as she jerked him off. Finally, the urge to get his manhood inside her overrode the urge to keep ahold of him, and she sat up. Letting go of Ron’s member, she rolled away and shimmied out of the tight blue jeans. Turning her back to the boy of her dreams, she growling hungrily, laying down on all fours and raising her ass into the sunshine.
“Pleeeease Ronnie…” she whimpered, swaying her hips, her face in the grass as she looked backwards to him. “Ah need it so much now…”
Ron was hypnotized by the sight before him. Joss’s ass was pale, almost white, and set off by the tan lines that ringed the tops of her thighs and across her hips. Her young sex was slick with need, and her lips, bald and swollen, were flushed a dusky pink as they glistened with her arousal. Sitting forward, he crawled behind her as he wiggled free of his jeans and boxers. He reached up, caressing her firm ass, squeezing her cheeks and running his sweaty face along the small of her back as his thumbs snaked over the little pucker of her anus and up across her tailbone.
“Oh god Ronnie! Please!” Joss moaned out beneath him, her body shuddering at the explorations of his hands. Her slim hips bucked backwards when his thumbs passed between her cheeks, and she shivered, her sweaty flesh breaking out in goose bumps. “Inside please….”
Heeding the pants of the young girl in front of him, Ron rose behind her and gripped her slim hips. Bracing himself against her and watching her blue-green eyes glint in the sunlight as she bit her lower lip, Ron pressed his cock against her sex and eased his hips forward.
Reaching back automatically to guide him, Joss gasped out into the air around them hotly, arching hard at the first contact. As she felt his member sliding into her, she shuddered hard and panted, her spine arching, her body begging and trying to take more. Finally, she found her hand feeling, and then cupping his hairy balls, and she let out a lewd, relieved groan into the grass, squeezing anything she could get ahold of and shivering as she felt him squeezing her hips in return.
“Oh God Ronnie! Feels so good! So right…” She purred out sharply, trying to adjust to the difference of feeling his very real manhood in her instead of just her fingers or that weird toy she had ordered. His body shading hers, pressing against her only drove home the difference between masturbation and this gift and she moaned out into the afternoon sky for more.
Ron gripped her slim hips firmly, feeling the sun burning on his back through his shirt, and started to pull backwards just a bit, before pumping into her body again. He groaned when her hand squeezed at his balls in response to the motion, and began to rock against her, pressing forward into her tight confines, feeling them milk at his shaft as her hand encouraged him.
Holding her hips, rocking up onto his knees, Ron established a slow rhythm. He pressed down into her body, moaning out each time he slipped fully into her and she rewarded him with another needful squeeze of her hand, and then back, where she whimpered and tried to urge back for more of him.
Joss soon learned that she got more pleasure going opposite his thrusts than trying to constantly keep him inside her, and so she panted against the prairie grass beneath her, working her hips and spine, rocking back to him each time he pressed forward. She forced herself up onto her hands and knees, moaning loudly and starting to thrust back harder, wanting more than this.
Gripping her shoulders now and shifting positions behind her, Ron gave back the thrusting, bending over her and thrusting harder into her tight confines as they tried to pull at him. Grunting with the effort, and moaning at the pressure of her nubile body meeting him each time, he thrust in harder, losing himself to the craving body movements they shared and holding her hips tightly.
The pressure built quickly in her virgin body, and Joss moaned more and more at the sky as she bucked backwards, her eyes squeezed shut as she listened to the slapping sounds of her body ramming into Ron’s each time they joined. Panting, trying to give some warning, she clawed at the grass beneath her, gritting her teeth against the pleasure, “R- Ronnie… Ah Think Ah’m th- the… Ah’m gonna cum darn it!”
Slamming his hips hard into the teen in front of him, Ron groaned out as her words pricked at the haze in his mind, and he thrust even harder against her, leaning over her fully. He slung one arm beneath her rocking body and gripped her chest, seeking out a nipple and tugging it as he panted into her ear, “Oh God Joss, Me too!”
The hand capturing her nipple, and his arm holding her flung Jocelyn over the edge, and she cried out as orgasm overtook her.
Her muscles gripping his shaft so tightly, trying to hold him inside her cause Ron to lose it and he groaned against her cheek, his cock slipping from her sex and his seed spraying along Joss’s heaving belly and into the grass below them as he held her tightly to him.
Finally collapsing to the prairie in a sweaty, heaving tangle of limbs; the pair groaned, their hips still lazily working, unable to let go of the last few thrusts in their bodies despite their spent state. Joss clutched Ron’s arm tightly around her naked flesh and purred languidly, unable to muster any words. Behind her, Ron held on to her, chest heaving for breath as he lay against the slender cowgirl.
On a bluff a half mile away, Kim allowed the binoculars to finally drop away from her eyes, a bitter scowl marring her face. So this was why they had not yet returned for lunch.
She dug the Hippolion out of its pink glossy sack and flung it into the afternoon sun, deciding Joss didn’t need a gift from her.
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