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[ Kim Possible ] Afternoon Affair	By : vzon20011 Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 59466 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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**** Author’s note*** Phew! Final got over my summer writing block. To much heat made me lazy. Okay, So this is an alternate ending to Chapter Ten. This part takes place after the women leave Joyce’s clothing shop in CHAPTER 10. I also worked in a little bit of story recap of past events. Thanks Nathanal, and everyone for reading.******
Alternate ending for Chapter Ten. This chapter contains: m/f, comedy, clown sex, Milf, shota, Ron, Ann.
Part one,
“Thanks Ladies. Come again!,” said Joyce standing outside the front door of her shop. She was talking to two women walking down the street. One was a brunette wearing a black outfit that border on dominatrix wear, and the other was a young blonde wearing a yellow summer dress. The slushie gangster started to follow after them to ask questions.
“Okay, This is our chance. He is distracted,” said a female voice from a horse head peeking out of the alley next to Joyce’s shop. It had a goofy looking face with a white afro style wig on it’s head. The body was covered in large rainbow polka dots. Making it look like a character from a recent animation movie. “After you,” said the horse‘s rear. The horse begun to clop out on oversized red shoes from the alley into the avenue. Going in the opposite direction away from Slushie. Occasionally, people would point, and laugh at it. The children would ask their parents where the circus was.
The horse was halfway to it’s destination when, “ Hey! Youse! I wantta ask you something!” said someone from behind with a gruff voice. “FUCK!” mumbled from the horse. It turned it’s head backwards toward two rough looking gangsters. “Have youse seen a little blonde guy about this high?” asked the speaker. He was holding his hand lower than Ron’s actual height. The gangster sported a prison style tattoo on his forehead. That looked like a three year old had done it. The horse shook it’s head no. “Maybe we should check to see what they look like under the costume,” said the other thug. He seemed a little smarter than his partner. “SHUDDAUP! I’m doing this,” said Tattoo. “ Alighttt, lets see yo faces.” said Tattoo after a few seconds of thought. The costume horse head came off, and the rear of the costume deflated as someone came out from underneath it. “ Cool! It’s clowns!” said the Tattoo with a childish glee on his face.
A female clown was under the horse head. She wore a bright pink curly pigtail wig with yellow ribbons. Her face was painted white with grease paint. Over this was a big clown nose, and a red painted smile. The horse costume had draped over her multi-color patchwork blouse. An oversized yellow bow tie was around her collar. The shirt was tucked into a pair of pants matching the color as the horse body. Giving the impression of it’s front legs. They were held up by suspenders. A male clown at the horse’s rear was similarly dressed, but with a green wig, and red bow tie. He had a little bicycle horn on a string.
“ Hey! Can youse guys make balloon animals?” asked Tattoo looking between the two clowns. The female shook her head no. “ Honk” went the reply from the male clown for “Yes.” This made the female clown look at him in surprise. Silently, the male clown lifted up his finger dramatically. As if saying “One moment.” He turned around pulling something out of his pocket. No one could see what it was, but could hear him unwrapping something. Then he proceeded to blow up an elongated white balloon. The clown twisted, and turned the balloon into a little balloon dog. He then presented it to Tattoo. Who almost clapped out of glee. The gangster’s partner reached for it. “Get the fuck off,” said Tattoo responding with an elbow. “Can I have one too?” asked the other gangster. The male clown opened his hands wide, and made a sad face. As if to say, “ Sorry, I don’t have anymore.” This made the gangster upset. “Get the fuck out of here before I beat your asses.” The clowns put on their costume fast , and hurried down the street.
Part two,
Earlier, while still inside the clothing boutique. Joyce outlined her plan to Ann, and Ron on how to slip past the gang. “Is that really necessary?” asked Ann. “ Well, The slushie gangster might have recognize you too. So it’s either this, or your young friend here spends the rest of the summer in the hospital,” said Joyce. Ann reluctantly agreed to the idea. Joyce went to knock on an adjoining door on her shop wall. Her clothing shop was in a building with another business. After a minute, a dark haired man with a bowl haircut open it. His name was Moe, and the owner of a party/costume shop next door. Joyce explained the situation to him. Moe looked to Ann saying. “You are a very good customer Dr. Possible. You always come to me for you party needs. It would be an honor for me to help you out,” said Moe. He then waved for Ann, and Ron to follow him. Ron went through the door with awe.
“Alright knuckle heads get ready for some business!” said Moe out loud. Walking back into his side of the building. “ But Moe, you said it was lunch time,” said a portly bald man. “I’ll lunch time you if you don’t get back to work,“ said Moe grabbing a long hard French bread off the table in front of them. He swung it at the bald guy’s head. There was a hollow metallic sound as the bread made contact. “Oooow!” said baldy rubbing the spot. “Hey you can’t do that to him!” said another employee with long curly red hair standing by. “Quite you!,” said Moe bringing the bread up to hit the other employee too, but it had broken off at his hand. Both employees laughed at Moe for this. “Nuyk nuyk nuyk,”
“ Wise guys huh? Hey watch this,“ said Moe dropping his broken bread end. He slowly waved his hand in front of them. His employees started to follow it like they were hypnotized. Moe then swung his hand real fast slapping them both in the face. “Now get back to work!,” said Moe. He turned around to welcome Ann to his shop. He didn’t see the red headed employee shoot him the bird, but heard baldy bark at him like a dog. Moe turned around quickly to catch them. Ann took one last pleading look at Joyce before stepping through the door.
Part three,
“ Alright Ann! We got away successfully!” said Ron excitedly as they walked down the sunny street in the horse costume. They had fooled the gangsters looking for him. Ann led the way as being the horse head. Ron was bent over forming the body with his hands on her hips. He knew Ann wasn‘t too happy about dressing up as a horse, and a clown, but he enjoyed it. ‘The party/costume guys really did a great job,’ he thought.
“Humph! I had a whole day of beauty, and spa treatment planned!” bemoaned Ann. “Now I‘m stuck in this stupid costume! These oversized shoes are killing my feet hurt!” she complained. Ann wanting to kick them off. Ron snickered a little bit before catching himself. This made Ann even more upset.
Silently, they walked on. Ron’s sight, and hearing of the outside world was somewhat reduced by the costume. So he looked down watching Ann’s legs swish back, and forth in front of him. Boredom made his mind wander. Most of his thoughts were about K.P., school, and their adventures together. This made him feel a little heartache from missing her. He couldn’t wait for Kim to come home from cheerleader camp.
Going through his mental scrap book. Some memories of Kim made Ron want to laugh out loud. Like when she tried to cook in cooking class. It was a disaster at first, but Kim didn’t let anything stop her from succeeding. Ron admired her for this. He wished he had her determination to get things done. A really good example, was when Kim got hit by a chemical that ate off her clothes. It happen so fast Ron didn’t have time to look away, or for Kim to cover up. Undaunted, she defeated the bad guys with amazing martial arts moves completely naked.
The memory of Kim’s body burned into Ron’s mind. His penis started to stir from the thought of it. She was a gorgeous teen with a great personality. It was frustrating sometimes just being friends. Ron thought it would be weird to ask her to be his girlfriend. She was almost like a sister to him. He tried to shake the nude images of her out of his head, but they slowly morphed into that of her mother Ann.
Growing up, Ron had thought of Ann as a second mother. Sometimes he would find her attractive in a milfy sort of way. Especially, when she wore something tight, but he never was in love with her. That is, until their capture by Shego. The villainess used a machine called the brain manipulator on them to satisfaction her sexual needs. Which created a lasting side effect. Now Ron, and Ann were overly sexually attracted to each other. This posed a couple of problems for them. One, their relationship would be frowned upon, and two, they were really in love with someone else. Sometimes, it was hard to remember the artificial feelings weren’t real until their lust was spent. Ann hoped the brain manipulation effects would wear off before the end of the summer. Hopefully, before the other Possible members came home from vacation.
Un-expectantly, Ron’s mouth began to water as he thought of Ann. His tongue twitched as he remembered the various tastes of her body. She would direct him to use it on her more sensitive areas for arousal. Even in places considered dirty by society. Sometimes, it wasn’t an easy task to satisfy her, but it had made lovemaking more exquisite to watch her orgasm in ecstasy. His reward would be her giving as good as he did. Ann would coax him into telling her what he wanted to try. She did not judge, or make fun of his request. It would bring his male orgasm to volcanic explosions.
The very thought of Ann being splashed with his cum made Ron’s penis harder by the second. Soon, it was throbbing in anticipation of the future. He watched her legs more intently now in front of him. Imagining them bare without clothes. His eyes to slid up level with her ass. Her derriere became bare, and wiggled teasingly to him. For an instant, he thought of Kim again. She, and Ann had the same package. He should know, since spending a lot of time behind the daughter on missions. A devilish thought came to Ron’s mind. Nobody would see what he was doing under the costume……….
Still upset about the day being ruined. Ann walked on in a hurry to get to her car. Once home, she would send Ron away. Then fix herself a nice bubble bath to relieve the stress. Scented candles, and some wine would help too. ‘A lot of life’s problems can be dealt with by having a relaxing soak, ’ thought Ann. She could almost feel the warm soapy water surrounding her body.
The idea of it seemed to mellow out Ann some. Her mind drift over what else she would need for her bath. Definitely, her favorite romance novel to read while in it. The one about the aimless drifter with a swift hand, and the widow trying to keep her late husband’s ranch running. The best part of the novel was when they returned from saving her cattle from rustlers. “I need to freshen up a bit. Make yourself at home” said the widow to the drifter. She disappeared down the hall into her bedroom. Emerging a few minuets later wearing a short green silk robe. Her late husband had bought it for her from the general store. The drifter almost choked on his whiskey that he poured. It had been a long time since seeing a naked woman. He watched like mountain lion as the widow went to the bathroom. At the door, she turns back to him with a seductive look on her earthen face. “Of course, you could help wash my back?” Almost with a growl, the drifter chases after her stripping off his clothes.
Passionately, the drifter, and widow kiss each other under the shower spray. Rubbing, and squeezing their wet bodies together. The idea of washing was pushed to the side. The drifter slowly lowers himself to his knees bringing his lips down the widow’s work hard body. His eyes lock with her eyes before hungrily running his tongue into her swollen womanhood. A little moan escapes her lips as the drifter’s tongue gets stronger, and deeper. It has been so long since feeling a man’s touch. The widower spreads her legs more open. Lifting her toes up on the bathtub rim. She slides her hands through his wet hair to pull him more into her.
The romance novel scene played out vividly in Ann’s mind. Making her body burn with desire. She imagined herself as the widow letting the drifter make love to her too. His mouth sucking on her harden nipples. Hands squeezing her ass, and playing with her pussy. Ann molded the drifter into her ideal lover. Yet, the more she thought of him. The more the drifter morphed into Ron. ‘Hmmmm, we haven’t had bathtub sex yet,’ thought Ann dreamily. Forgetting she was mad at him. She thought about them doing it tonight.
Becoming more sensitive to Ron’s hands on her hips now. Ann’s lustful side wanted him to embrace her. Slid his hands over her body. As if on command, Ron shifted his hands off her hips. Sliding his right hand across her taunt belly down into her pants past her wet panties. Fingers easily went into her already soften cunt. They began to rub in a circle on her favorite spot. His left hand slid up under her blouse, and bra to grasp her left breast. Thumb, and middle finger twisting, and pulled her sweaty nipple. The forefinger brushed lightly across the sensitive pink top.
“Ron! What are you doing!,” yelped Ann. She was brought back to the present of being on a busy street. “Hey! Stop that! Not now!,” she hissed. Two conflicting emotions warred inside her. She still wanted to be mad at Ron, but the feeling of love, and forgiveness seemed to be taking over. “Don’t worry Ann, no one can see what I‘m doing.” said Ron pulling her closer to him. People walked by seeing the horse costume collapsing inward. It seemed the occupants were huddling together. Ann’s logical side wanted to argue the stupidity of his act. If she had never been captured by Shego. She probably would have slapped Ron’s hands off her, but now she felt the urge to melt into them.
Feeling his expert fingers building up her orgasmic level. Ann knew they couldn’t make it to her car in their current state. At any moment she would lose all self control. Her lust would take over making her less worried about people watching them. They needed to get off the street now. “Come on Ron. Let’s go find a secluded place!” She pushed out of his arms. Grabbing his wet right hand to pull him along down the street. It was getting frustrating when nothing seemed provide cover in the alleys. Till, “ Quick! There is a dumpster we can get beside,” said Ann. It was surrounded by a lot of debris.

The dumpster area looked like a homeless person lived there. A cardboard box with blankets, a wooden crate, and empty bottles were close by. Fortunately, it looked like the occupant wasn’t anywhere around. At this point it didn’t matter to Ann, and Ron. They threw off the horse costume embracing each other. Their clownish red grease paint smiles smeared on their faces from their open mouth kiss. Tongues wrestling each other. Ron worked off Ann’s multi-colored blouse, and her blue bra. Her breasts felt good being freed from their prison. He grabbed both of them in his hands roughly. Kneading them as if made of dough. “Mmmmm” went Ann as Ron brought his lips down onto her left nipple. Sucking, and running the tip of his tongue over the sensitive top. He used his left hand fingers to simulate a lover’s mouth for her right. Gently squeezing, and pulling. Running the forefinger lightly across it’s top. Ann wrapped her arms around his head bringing him closer to her chest. “OH! GOD I want you!,” she moaned out loudly. Ann twisted her right leg around his left leg to grind her pelvis into his. She could feel his hard cock straining under his pants. Ron sucked on Ann’s breasts until milk came out. The last time he had impregnated her. Her breasts started to produce for a future arrival. “Oooo! Yes that’s it! Suck it all. It feels so good to breast feed again,” moaned out Ann. Milk squirted out of her right nipple between his fingers as he squeezed it.
“Looks like I need to give you an award,“ said Ann with a smile. Ron had drained all he could out of her breasts. “I’m all ready for it,“ he said smiling licking his lips. Ann kissed him again tasting her body fluid on his tongue. She undid her costume pants. Pushing them, and her panties down to her ankles. She squatted down to undo his pants pulling them down too. “Mmmmm,” purred Ann looking dreamily at Ron‘s cock. She wrapped her left hand fingers around it’s base with her palm against his balls. Working it’s angry red head into position for it’s milking. Ann used her tongue to lick it a few times teasingly. Running it’s tip under the ridge. Then enveloped it all to the shaft end. “Oh’,” sighed out Ron as softness felt good against hardness. Ann began to bob her head back, and forth slowly trailing her tongue along inside. Ron grabbed her by the clown wig pig tails to guide her head for the right speed. Ann moved her right hand down her pussy to get it ready.
“Oh” Just like that Ann,” said Ron over the wet squishy sounds of her fingers sliding in, and out of her pussy. Ann would take his penis in as far as she could before needing air. The tightness of her throat muscles felt like pulling him in. “I’m about to lose it,” he said finally opening his eyes. Looking down at her smeared clown face. Ron pulled out of Ann’s mouth with a “POP!” He grabbed her by the arm to pull her up, and then turn her around. He guided her with one hand on the shoulder to bend over the wooden crate. The other pushed her ass down enough to line up her pussy with his penis. “Oh” yes! Give it to me!” whimpered out Ann biting her lower lip looking back. Her swollen wet pussy lips gaped open for him. Ron slid into the soften wet cunt with ease. “Oh’ God!” escaped her lips as she clawed the crate. Ron preceded to fuck her roughly. Making her breasts wobble back, and forth. Nipples rubbed against the crate's dirty wooden surface. “Smack, Smack, Smack” went Ron’s thighs against her ass. Body rippling from the sudden impacts. Ron felt the pressure of his release coming soon. He grabbed Ann by her left shoulder, and right hip to bring her more into his thrusts. “UH! UH! UH!,” escaped from Ann. She felt her orgasm almost at the point of exploding. “I’m getting ready to cum, Ann!,” gritted out Ron through his teeth. “Yes! Yes! cum with me!,” moaned out Ann. “UGH!,” went Ron behind her with one last deep thrust. Ann felt his hot stream of semen burn her insides Her mind was in bliss as she rode the orgasmic wave.
Having no power left to hold herself up. Ann’s upper body dropped across the crate. Her breasts squished out from underneath her. She was huffing loudly with eyes closed. Ron finally pulled himself out of her slowly. She could feel every bit of it’s bumpiness.“Mmmmm, that felt so good,” thought Ann as her mind came back into focus. She could feel the warm sunlight on her bare body. Ron’s cum slowly working it’s way out of her. Cooling off her pussy in the breeze. He was standing behind her buckling up his pants. “Wait a minute!,” said Ann jumping up from the crate. Turning around to look at him with big eyes. She was using her arms to cover herself. “Ron! Didn’t I ask you to use condom next time. I didn’t want to get pregnant again!,” said Ann looking cross. “Sorry Ann, Where did you think I got the balloon from earlier?”
****Alternate ending to this alternate ending #1.
“Mmmmm, that felt so good,” thought Ann as her mind came back into focus. She could feel the warm sunlight on her bare body. Ron’s cum slowly working it’s way out of her. Cooling off her pussy in the breeze. He was standing behind her buckling up his pants. “What are they doing?,” asked a small voice. Ann jumped up covering her nakedness seeing that some families had followed them into the alley. Trying to find out where the show would be held at. “Uh!” said Ann looking at Ron as everyone stood speechless. “Just follow my lead.” whispered Ron back with instructions. They instantly put on the rainbow polka dot horse costume. “ Rat Tata Rat Tata Afro circus! AFRO AFRO Circus! POLKA DOT POLKA DOT AFRO CIRCUS,” sang Ron, and Ann dancing till the other end of the alley. Then they made a non stop break for Ann’s car.
****Alternate ending to this alternate ending #2.
“Oh” yes! Give it to me!” whimpered out Ann biting her lower lip looking back. Her swollen wet pussy lips gaped open for him. Ron slid into the soften wet cunt with ease. “Oh’ God!” escaped her lips as she clawed the crate. Ron preceded to fuck her roughly. Making her breasts wobble back, and forth. Nipples rubbed against the crate's dirty wooden surface. “Smack, Smack, Smack” went Ron’s thighs against her ass. Body rippling from the sudden impacts. Ron felt the pressure of his release coming soon. He grabbed Ann by her left shoulder, and right hip to bring her more into his thrusts. “UH! UH! UH!,” escaped from Ann. She felt her orgasm almost at the point of exploding. The horn that Ron had earlier had worked it’s way between them. “HONK HONK HONK!,” it went with each thrusts. “HEY DAMMIT!” came a voice from the cardboard box. “CAN’T YOU FUCKEN CLOWNS KEEP IT DOWN!” said the occupant.
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