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Addicted	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 52136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Bonnie's Fault
- 2-Plights
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Plights
In the end Kim couldn’t sleep at all. She spent the best part of the night twisting and turning in her bed, replaying the events of the night in her mind over and over again. She knew what she had seen and yet she just couldn’t believe that it had actually happened.
She never once though that someone could enjoy such a shameless act. Because that was the what didn’t let her sleep. Bonnie had obviously enjoyed what she did.
It wasn’t like she was forced or that she forced herself to do that. She willingly and happily got down on her knees and sucked on a man’s cock like it was the best thing in the world.
How could anyone, not just Bonnie, enjoy having such a dirty thing pushed in her mouth? Sex was supposed to be an exchange between people who loved each other, not some disgusting swapping of fluids in a dark street.
But Bonnie enjoyed it. Hell, she loved it if the look on her face had been any indication. Kim had never seen her school nemesis being so enthusiastic about anything before. The way she forced her own head down that impressive thing was burned into Kim’s mind. She looked like she was starving without it, and the look of pure satisfaction when it exploded – cummed – between her breast was unlike any other Bonnie had showed before.
Even when they won the cheer tournament the previous year, Bonnie didn’t look half as enthusiastic.
It was like her calling in life was going down on big hard… cocks.
“Disgusting,” she whispered once more, before turning to the side in the faint hope of falling asleep.
Disgusting was the right word. She didn’t know how to describe the intense feeling that didn’t let her close her eyes. If only that burning sensation left she could finally get some rest.
-oOo-
At the same time, unknown to her and not too far away, another redhead was having problem sleeping. Ann Possible lay awake in her bed with her arms crossed over her chest. Her situation was frustrating, really. I mean, sure, she was nearly in her forties but she was still a very attractive woman.
“James… come on…”
“Hmmrf… Lemme sleep,” her husband grumbled. “I have to go to the research center early tomorrow.”
“Hmpf!”
Then why? Why her husband didn’t seem interested in her anymore? It had been nearly an year since the last time he showed her the slightest sign passion. He was all about rockets this, rockets that but she wanted a bit of rocket too. Was she asking too much?
No she wasn’t. She was just too damn horny and unable to sleep. She needed a shower, badly. And little alone time to make up for the alone time. Resigning herself to get rid of her problem on her own she went to the bathroom, undressed and entered the shower.
The feeling of water over her skin didn’t really help relieve her pent up arousal. Rubbing some soap over her body she begun a ritual that had become all too familiar in the past months. She was an incredibly stunning woman. In spite of being a very busy neurosurgeon with a family she still managed to keep in shape. She definitely didn’t show she was almost forty years old. In fact, if she hadn’t such a brilliant mind she could very well been a fashion model.
Then why was she forced to fondle her breast alone in the shower? Why did she have to pinch her own nipples and stifle her moans while her fingers explored the sloppy wet cavity of her cunt?
Yet there she was masturbating furiously in the shower, drowning the sound of her fingers digging greedy into her pussy, biting her lips to choke the orgasm that she brought to herself.
“Hmm,” she moaned, brushing her thumb against the hardness of her clitoris. The small bundle of nerves craved to be touched and Ann had no reason to restrain herself. She twisted and pinched the button, shaking under the intense pleasure it gave her.
She came hard, but not as hard as she needed. Masturbation was just a palliative. A temporary and not at all effective solution. She didn’t need fingers and stifled orgasms. She needed a thick hard cock to make her scream in release.
The mental image of a sturdy meat rod forcing her way into her cunt brought her over the edge for a second time.
But it still wasn’t enough. Feeling her legs straining under the effort of keeping her body in an awkward position with her hips bucked forward, Ann preferred to fall on her knees in the shower. It was far from a comfortable position but she needed the stability so that she could focus on her busy finger and busier imagination. She pictured herself bent over her desk in her office, wearing only her white coat and some indecent stocking.
Behind her stood Dr. Coast, her brilliant black-skinned colleague. His pants were pooled at his ankles while his enormous manhood stood proudly to attention, saluting the firm white ass in front of it.
Ann didn’t really know the size of Dr. Coast’s dick, but if the usual tightness in the crotch of his pants was any indication of its proportions while ‘at rest’ she could very well estimate something… adeguate.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded both in her dreamscape and aloud. “Fuck me hard.”
The imaginary Dr. Coast obliged, trusting his member inside Ann’s wet folds. There was need for foreplay in her mind, nor she would have needed it in reality. She was wet and she was burning. Her fingers did their best but failed at imitate Coast’s supposed length and thickness.
Still, Ann kept daydreaming of the black man pounding her for all she was worth. The sound of wet flesh filled her ears and though it wasn’t caused by the thick member of a man she knew to be lusting over her, it was still enough to bring a deeper sense of reality to her vivid imagination.
“Yessss,” she hissed through clenched teeth. In accordance with her self-brought orgasm, Dr. Coast roared his release in Ann’s imaginary cunt. In reality, Ann was kneeling forward with her forehead touching the pavement of the shower. Her finger worked frantically and finally her pussy clenched and her love-juices gushed forcefully, splattering against the glass only to be washed away by the water a moment later.
She remained like that for a while, breathing heavily as her body trembled under the most intense orgasm she ever managed to procure herself. Her fingers still moved lazily inside her but they were just trying to prolong the after-glow. Her head was blank, for once free from pent up arousal and doubts about her attractiveness.
When she finally regained control of her breathing she stood again, though a little unsteadily. She washed away the remnants of her sadly solitary activity and then dried herself up. Putting on some underwear and a clean pajama she returned to her bed, barely sparing a glance to the man she married.
She snuck under the covers and hugged her pillow tight. As she fall asleep she managed to think that if James didn’t change his attitude soon she would likely try and turn her little fantasies in reality. Somehow the idea of cheating on her husband didn’t scandalize her as it normally would. Then again if James didn’t fulfill his husbandly duties then why did she have to?
-oOo-
Meanwhile, an entire ocean away, a teenage kunoichi was living one of the most important moments of her life. Yori – family name long since forgotten – had made a very important decision. One that was approved by Sensei himself. The Mystical Monkey Master and wielder of the Lotus Blade had been revealed. That alone would have made what she was about to do a honor but the fact that it was Stoppable-sama mad it all the much better.
The boy who had come from a foreign country was the last person she would have ever imagined to be fated to great things. He was clumsy and he was lazy, but when it came to the important things he was brave and strong.
She like him a lot. She developed a crush on him after he came to her rescue when Monkey Fist stole the Lotus Blade and kidnapped her. He was still far from the image of real hero and the leader he was supposed to become in time, but the heart was there.
Therefore she had no problem in going ahead with this plan. It was his right to have a retainer who would serve him loyally and guide him in the first steps to his destiny. From birth she was chosen to be that person, should the Monkey Master have appeared in her generation, but now she also wanted to be of her own free will. Granted, her feeling didn’t give her a very objective outlook on the matter, but in the end such commitments all came down to the heart.
So she removed her clothes, exposing her body toned by years of constant exercise and silently snuck into the bath house where he was relaxing after a day of intense training . The other students had been ordered to keep away from there for a few hours, granting her the privacy she needed to complete her quest.
She wouldn’t leave without having offered her eternal pledge.
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