I love you, Ron, but not in the boyfriend way

I hope you enjoy and have fun wiht this little vignette. ANd hmm I think I like the idea of K/R Futa perhaps that might be in an update or two. 

It had been awkward at first but now it felt right, natural, almost Kim thought. She smeared the pink lipstick across Ron’s face as she rolled against the blonde boy’s thick rock hard cock. 

“You like that don’t you” Kim grunted as she felt that hard meat against her. “You love this don’t you, you nasty little cunt. I can feel how hard it makes you when I do this to you.” Tears rand down Ron’s face. “Fuck!! Your ugly dick feels like it’s made out of steel.” Kim rolled against it again from her position straddling his waist. 

Ron struggled a bit. “No you don’t! You don’t cum. You don’t deserve it yet. Ron could feel how wet Kim was even through her panties. He could feel the heat as she furiously humped him grinding against his painfully stiff cock. Faster and faster she pushed her soaked pantie clad slit against him. Her clit was on fire and every stroke a delicious bit of friction as she humiliated her lover and sidekick. 

The tiny pink pleated skirt was around his ankles and the scant lace thong was covering the long blonde wig he was wearing. “Oh Good do you feel it. You feel my fucking clit against you, cunt? How good does that feel? Knowing that you’re my little girly bitch?” 

Ron groaned rolling his hips to match the unbearable friction Kim was keeping up with her ceaseless grind. The boy’s face was streaked with the lipstick and the word cunt was written on his chest below the bright pink collar he was wearing. Kim could feel him throbbing. He was close. Oh she loved the way this felt. He was twitching with every one of her steady movements. He was trying to hold out. No she wanted him to cum. She wanted her little girly boy to cum and he’d pay for it. He’d owe her for it. She wasn’t there yet but she would be. Kim gave Ron a light slap across the face and grabbed the shining silver ring of his collar. “Uh, huh, girly bitch. I need you to be here for this. I need you to be paying attention while I ride this.” Ron was panting and bucking against Kim while she ground his dribbling cock into the dust against her. 

“Oh God, K,” Ron hissed. He was flushed and his eyes were glazed. “I… Oh.. Sweet, lord. I can’t”? 

“You better, Cunt.” Faster now, Kim moved against him. Feeling the way her burning clit grazed against her panties. But it wasn’t enough to get her there. It was horrible mind crushing tease but she’d get hers soon. She focused circling her hips focusing on the swollen head of Ron’s cock and then he broke. He came and it hit him like a sledgehammer. He shuttered and his cum stained Kim’s thighs. “I thought I told your girly bitch ass not to come. I told you, you didn’t deserve it.” Ron panted looking away in Shame as Kim snatched his collar roughly to pull him into a kiss. She left his lips bruised from the force of it. “You know what I have to do to you right? You know how you have to apologize right, cunt?

“Yes, Kim. I know.” 

“Then I better feel how remorseful you are.” 

Kim pushed Ron back and slid up his body, leaving his now withering genitalia behind. “I’m going to rid your face, cunt. I’m going to ride that tongue and I am not backing of until I fall off. You’ve got to make up for the mess you made. Pay me back for how you’re a sorry excuse for a man.” Kim slowly crawled up his body with the crooked blonde wig the makeup stained face, with mascara running down his cheeks, the humiliating panties on his head. The bed creaked as she got up to his chest, planting her knees next to his neck. Ron nodded meekly licking his stained shiny pink lips. Ron reached up pulling the strings at the side of Kim’s panties with his manicured hand. One of his sparkly pink nails was broken as the thin layer of cloth fell away on an angle. The smell hit Ron the hot wet smell of the pussy he needed to worship. 

“EAT ME, BITCH BOI,” Kim snarled, bumping his chin with her pelvis. 

She was soaked and her juice dripped down his chin as he lashed her puffy lips with his tongue warming up. She spread and he flicked his tongue against her clit letting the tip of the wet pink appendage just graze it to make Kim hiss in need. Then again with more pressure he sent a slow lap at her sopping core. He did have a lot to make up for and he had no need to rush. He went back up and circled that swollen red button and Kim groaned. 

“Yessssssssss.” Ron used his hand, pressing on her abdomen to lean her back a bit and he popped that clit into his mouth swirling it with his tongue again and again before he gave it a greedy suck. Carefully he thrummed it with his tongue and he could feel Kim arching into it, rolling her hips into his mouth. He paused to take a breath and Kim eyes were closed as she pinched one of her long nipples through the thin white T-shirt. Ron ran his thumb along her slit testing and it came back glistening like his mouth. He saw her opening flexing needing and two finger slid in with no resistance as he sent his mouth back to lapping at her clit. It wasn't long until Kim couldn't take any more. She bit her lower lip and rode the waves of bliss. She was breathing hard but Ron kept going pumping her stroking her inside. He arched his fingers up teasing that sweet spot and Kim was screaming as the first waves ebbed she was already building again. Up to something explosive. Something mind-blowing as those fingers scissored inside her at the perfect angle. She could hear the lewd slurping noises and the vicious squelching as her greedy body devoured those fingers. When the second orgasm hit she went silent. Well more like her scream was trapped in her throat and a tiny soft third one hit and she barely kept the presence of mind to tap Ron on the shoulder with her knee. A signal for him to stop. If she kept going she would be too raw too intense a sensation. She was panting as Ron smiled up at her wiping his chin beneath her. Kim was cross-eyed and felt warm all the way through to her bones. 

She got up, wobbling and Ron sat up demurely, closing his legs to cover his flaccid meat. He straightened the crooked lace camisole that matched the panties on his head and then he adjusted his wig before he removed the panties from his head. 

Kim was still throbbing as she took a step. She carefully ran a hand along Ron’s Jaw. “Come on, Ron. Let’s get you cleaned up.” The blonde boy nodded and got up to follow Kim quietly. The muscular redhead pushed him down gently in a seat in front of a mirror and wiped the lipstick and ruined mascara off of his face. This was the hard part. The calming him down. Kim letting him get back into himself. He needed ot be a hero again tomorrow. In the morning he needed to summon his monkey mojo and be the great blue, the superhero with the monkey kung fu. But tonight he had needed this and Now he needed Kim to take care of him for a few more minutes before they both collapsed into exhausted heaps into the bed. Ron avoided looking at the array of colorful phalluses on the vanity table. 

“Next time,” Kim said.