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A Lost Bet	By : EreborMarkus Category: Kim Possible > General Views: 3106 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"BOOYAH!"

Ron danced in the end zone, showing the whole school his 'smooth' dance moves. He held the football high above his head with pride, celebrating the winning touchdown. All his teammates ran up to Ron and mobbed him, lifting the running back above their heads to parade him for the cheering crowd.

This was a dream come true for Ron, literally. Ron actually had this exact scenario as a dream in his freshman year, and he hoped to the naco god that this was real.

Passing by the cheerleader section, Ron heard his girlfriend Tara yell, "Go Ronnie! I knew you could do it!" Ron blew a few kisses at his beautiful blonde girlfriend and winked at the scowling Bonnie standing next to her.

Freshly showered, Ron left the locker room to meet up with the girls. Ever since he started dating Tara last year, Bonnie had constantly been trying to split them apart. Luckily for Ron, Tara was too much of a sweetheart to listen to Bonnie's nonsense about the food chain. But, Ron had eventually run out of patience after months of Bonnie's constant insults and made a bet with her that had seemed stupid at the time.

Bonnie had declared that for Ron to be 'worthy' of dating Tara, he had to be a star player on the football team. After all, in Bonnie's world, a cheerleader always dates a jock, and Ron definitely didn't fit that with the label. Ron had accepted that challenge in anger, with the condition of Bonnie agreeing to stop her constant efforts to split up the happy couple. That was all Ron wanted from the bet. However, his sweet girlfriend, Tara, had surprised him by jumping in and adding that Bonnie had to also do something that Tara wanted if Ron wins the bet.

And now, all three involved in the bet were standing in the empty gym where the cheerleader practices were usually held.

Bonnie was the first to speak in her usual surly tone, "Alright, loser. So you were able to get on the team as a 'star.' I still think Tara can do better than you, but I'll leave you two alone. Happy?"

Before Ron could accept, his girlfriend stepped in and interrupted, "Wait! It's not just Ronnie's bet. I was in it too!" Tara stepped closer to Bonnie and started to whisper into her ear. Ron couldn't hear what they were talking about, but he could clearly see the shock shown on Bonnie's face.

When Tara finally stepped away from Bonnie, Ron could see the cute little smile he loved on Tara's face.

"No way, Tara! I would never do that!"

Tara, unfazed by Bonnie's refusal, walked to Ron and yanked down his loose jeans.

"What the hell Tara!" Ron yelled while trying to pull up his pants. Tara, of course, didn't help by stepping on the crumpled jeans to prevent Ron from protecting his modesty.

"You sure, Bonnie? There's a reason Ronnie has to wear loose jeans."

Bonnie stared with wide eyes at the slowly hardening monster that the former loser was sporting. Unconsciously stepping towards Ron, Bonnie quickly changed her tune, "Well, maybe I could help you out, Tara. Show you how to handle something this big."

"Uh huh, sure Bonnie," Tara said sarcastically before turning to Ron, "What about you, Ronnie? Do you think you could forgive Bonnie after she gives you the 'I'm sorry' blowjob?"

In shock at the pantsing and the dream opportunity given to him by Tara, Ron nodded his head rapidly. Ron wasn't going to question anything that was happening. He was given a chance to get blown by the queen bee, and he would grab the opportunity by the face and pound away.

Double checking with Tara to make sure this isn't a trap, a gleeful smile grew on Ron's face, "This is the same place that you kept trying to put down the Maddog of Middleton, Bon Bon. How do you feel now that you're going to blow the same school mascot that you hated so much?"

Bonnie scoffed, "The only reason you can even talk to me is because of Tara and the fact you're somehow a decent football player. Besides, I'm such a good friend that I'll let a loser's dick near me." Bonnie's eyes told Ron a different story with how focused they were on his cock. He didn't care too much, so she wants to pretend that she is still above him? Ron can quickly change that.

Stepping away from Tara, Ron walked right up to Bonnie and raked his eyes over the tanned skin exposed by her cheerleader outfit. The tight top showed why Bonnie was called the bustiest girl in school, and her fat ass was bursting out of her short skirt. Ron was tempted to rip off the skimpy clothes, but he knew that it would be better if Bonnie did everything herself. Then there would be no way for Bonnie to make excuses by saying that Ron made her do something. Besides, it might turn out better if all her clothes stayed on. Ron could see the mess he could make of the pristine outfit.

"If you're such a good friend, Bonnie, why don't you kneel down and show Tara how it's done?"

With an indignant look, Bonnie slowly got down on her knees with a glare on her face. Bonnie kneeling had exposed most of her smooth thighs, and her beautiful face was inches away from his hard cock, so the glare was very ineffective. It might have even made Ron's cock a little harder.

Bonnie reached up to the top of his boxers and hooked her manicured fingers into the band. She looked up at Ron, who was looking at her with an unimpressed look. Growling softly, Bonnie pulled down the boxers with no warning.

Not a good idea, especially when Ron had a forearm-thick cock about to tear through his clothes. A loud smack echoed in the gym when Ron's cock sprung up and hit Bonnie's chin on the way up. The silence was broken with Tara's giggle, not being able to keep back her amusement at Bonnie's stunned face.

Not that Bonnie could be blamed. A towering shaft cast an imposing shadow on the stacked brunette as she stared at it with disbelieving eyes.

"Is it too big for you, Bon Bon?" Ron taunted, "I can understand it if you want to give up now. Not every girl can handle someone like me."

Of course, Ron didn't really want to stop. What he wanted most right now was to get his dick inside Bonnie, and the best way to get Bonnie to do something is to tell her that she can't.

"You wish, loser! If Tara can handle it, so can I!" Bonnie declared, moving closer to get a whiff of that manly scent. Ron's cock twitched, hitting her right on her nose, letting Bonnie get a closer smell.

"Wow, you don't even know how to start a blow job? Everyone knows it starts from the balls, Bon Bon." Ron said, lying through his teeth. He just wanted to see his school tormenter debase herself by bathing his nuts in her mouth.

Bonnie didn't bother to argue and moved her mouth down to the plum-sized balls with a knowing look. Ron saw her looking up at him with her light blue eyes, a massive cock draped across her face, as Bonnie slowly licked his balls and took both of them into her warm mouth.

Bonnie gave Ron a warm tongue bath with a filled mouth, trying her best to bloat his balls full of cum to feed her with. Pulling away softly, keeping his balls in her mouth as long as she could, Bonnie let them pop out and spring back into place. She laid a last tongue-filled kiss on his balls before moving back to the head of Ron's cock and started to stroke him with both her soft hands.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, loser? You liked the hottest cheerleader teabagging you? My pretty face covered in your junk?"

Ron looked blankly at Bonnie, her tone taking him back to all the times she had insulted him in the hallway and in cheerleading practice. He always dreamed of shutting her up, and Ron had a perfect tool to do so right now.

"What? Too stunned by— GLAKCH."

Ron grabbed Bonnie's head by her silky hair and shoved his cock down her throat. Not stopping till his heavy balls rested on Bonnie's chin. Ron groaned out in pleasure while keeping Bonnie's head locked in place by his grip.

"I've always wanted to shut you up like this, Bon Bon," Ron gritted out, trying to cram even more of his cock into her throat. Causing Bonnie to slap at Ron's thigh, her nose pressed into Ron's trimmed pubes cutting off her air.

Ron ignored that and focused on the massaging sensations caused by Bonnie's swallowing throat around his cock. A blinding light flashed from the side, distracting Ron. He looked around to see Tara holding a camera and moving around to take pictures from different angles.

"Uhh, Tara? What are you doing?"

Tara smiled brightly at Ron, "Ignore the camera, Ronnie! It's just memories for our scrapbook! Plus, I'm sure Bonnie won't want to forget this night."

Ron didn't think he could get any harder. But he amazingly did, and luckily he had a girl in front of him to help him with that.

Tara's expression turned to one of concern as she warned Ron, "Umm Ronnie, maybe you should ease up now? Bonnie's about to pass out."

Ron looked back in shock at the girl swallowing his cock and found Tara telling the truth. With a wet slurping sound, Ron quickly pulled out of Bonnie's throat. The outline of his cock could be seen retreating on her neck.

When the saliva-covered cock unblocked her airway, Bonnie took deep, gasping breaths to refill her lungs. Ron looked down at her wheezing form in guilt. Even though he wanted to get back at her, Ron didn't want to hurt Bonnie.

Bonnie, however, surprised Ron by demanding, "I dare you to do that again, loser."

Staring at her spit-covered face, Ron grabbed her head with both of his hands and slid his cock back into her open mouth. This time, he was able to go balls deep with no gagging from Bonnie. Ron guessed the first time she gagged had been from surprise. However, he now had a girl with no gag reflex willing to get throated.

Ron had no issue with that and slowly slid his cock out until only the tip was in Bonnie's mouth. With no warning, Ron forced the whole cock deep into her throat and repeated the motion rapidly. Giving Bonnie no rest with how fast Ron was fucking her mouth.

Eventually, Ron was skull fucking her so roughly that Bonnie had no choice but to start gagging around his pistoning cock. Bonnie's saliva covered his cock, making it easier to rail her throat. Seeing her face getting red, Ron gave her a little bit of a break by pulling out his shaft.

Ron stepped back to see Bonnie's mascara running down her face in black streaks. Spit covering her lower face, and strands dripping down her chin to her heaving tits as she gulped in much-needed air.

"You look beautiful, Bon Bon," Ron said without a hint of sarcasm. There was nothing better than seeing the school bitch with her face messed up by your cock.

Still breathing heavily, Bonnie replied with a hoarse tone, "Shut up, loser… get back here and fuck my face."

A flash went off again, capturing Bonnie's spittle-covered face.

Bonnie ignored Tara taking pictures around her to focus on the shining, saliva-covered cock coming closer to her face. Ron held the base of his cock and swung it down on Bonnie's face, his cock head landing with a splat on her wet face. Ron made sure to rub his leaking tip all around Bonnie's pretty face, making sure to add a copious amount of precum to her spit-covered face.

"Before we finish, Bonnie. I still haven't heard an actual apology from you. All I heard was a slut gagging on dick," Ron said casually before turning to Tara, "Isn't that right, babe?"

The ditzy blonde nodded, "OMG, you're right, Ronnie!" Tara spoke seriously to Bonnie, "You have to say sorry, Bonnie, that was part of the deal, remember?"

Bonnie, who was still being slapped by Ron's fat cock, glared up at the man who was using her as a toy.

"Hey, don't look at me, Bonnie. It's Tara who wants this as a lesson for you. I just wanted you to leave us alone." Even though Ron claimed innocence, he was now actively tracing Bonnie's plump lips with his cock. Eager to get back inside and warm up his cock with her throat.

Bonnie opened her mouth to give a reluctant apology, but Ron immediately shoved his cock balls deep and groaned out in pleasure. Bonnie also relaxed a little, well as much as one can relax with a cock stretching out their throat. Bonnie would rather be skull fucked than give a verbal apology to anyone.

Once again, Ron had no problems with that. With a grin on his face, Ron pulled Bonnie's head off his cock and pulled it back down roughly, with his hips meeting her in the middle for a brain-melting thrust. With Bonnie somehow loving the skullfuck, Ron gave her no mind and went to town on her mouth, using it like a pussy.

With savage thrusts into her throat, Ron didn't give Bonnie any relief. Focusing on purely dumping his load inside the hot cheerleader, wanting to fill up her mouth so Bonnie would taste his cum a week later. Reminding her every day just who had railed her throat.

Looking down at Bonnie's reddening eyes, Ron groaned and gripped her head tightly, planting her nose back into his crotch. Keeping his entire length buried down Bonnie's throat. Bonnie brought up her hand and gently squeezed Ron's bloated plum-sized balls.

"Fuck yes, Bon Bon. If I knew you were such a throat slut, I would have shown you just how big I was a long time ago. I could have been railing this throat instead of listening to your annoying voice."

Bonnie's eyes rolled back into her head as her whole body shuddered, an intense orgasm triggered by Ron's words combined with the throat railing she received.

The orgasm increased the tightness of Bonnie's throat, and adding her handling of his balls brought Ron over the edge. Giving short rapid pumps against Bonnie's face, Ron blew his load into her throat.

Flashes of the camera went off just as Ron started pumping his cum into Bonnie. Tara took close-ups of Bonnie's swallowing throat trying to keep down Ron's cum and failing. It eventually overfilled Bonnie's mouth and spurted out, covering the top of her cheerleading uniform. Ron felt the last few shots remaining and pulled out to cover Bonnie's face in even more fluids. Adding to the spittle and running makeup.

Stepping back with a softening cock, Ron looked at Bonnie. Loving the look of her messy face, swollen lips, and cum-covered uniform.

"I was wrong, Bon Bon. This is your best look yet."

A flash of the camera went off as Tara took a close-up shot of Bonnie's face.

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