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From Middleton With Love	By : Jayrich Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24487 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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From Middleton with Love Part 3

“I’m so dead…”
Ron slowly climbs off of Connie, as Bonnie storms over to him. “Just what the hell are you doing here!?”
“No, wait! Bonnie, I can explain—!”
Bonnie silences Ron by putting up her palm inches from his face. “First, you make a move on Lonnie, now you sneak back in her to pounce on Connie? I ask you to do ONE favor for me and you try to take advantage of my sisters!”
“I didn’t—!”
“Just stop it, OK?” Bonnie barks at him. “I knew this was a bad idea, but like an idiot I trusted another idiot and…”
“Alright, THAT’S IT!!!”
Ron now stands in front of Bonnie fuming, fed up of her putdowns and berating. Not just from this moment, but from ever since he and Kim met her. “I’m sick and tired of all of it Bonnie and I’m sick and tired of you. You know, you don’t have to kick me out…I’m gone! Oh, and just so everybody’s clear on it, I’m not Junior! Bonnie asked me to stand it before she tried to treat me like a puppet!”
His feelings finally vented, Ron walks over to the open window and the room and activates a button on each of his sneakers. “Kim was right; I need to stay away from you, and stay out of whatever country you’re in.”
A moment later, small but powerful dual jets ignite on the sole of his sneakers as he prepares to make his dramatic exit. Being that it’s Ron Stoppable though, things don’t go as planned.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
The force of the jets cause Ron to fly out of the room and across the Paris sky in wild fashion, leaving a trail of smoke which looks more like a drunken sailor’s knot. As Bonnie watches, she can’t help but to feel a little hurt by Ron’s words, but remembering her sister’s are in the room with her, she quickly plays it off, at least until Connie breaks the silence between them.
“You know I thought you would stop acting like Lonnie and quit overreacting when you got older.” She tells her little sister. “I guess I was wrong.”
“What are you talking about?” Bonnie scoffs.
Connie sits up from the couch and walks over to the door. “I kissed Ron, not the other way around.” She says, passing Bonnie. “And do you really think he could make a move on Lonnie without her letting him?”
As she strolls out of the room, she passes her sister Lonnie, who takes a moment to soak in what was just said, before angrily chasing after her. “HEY! What do you mean, ‘acting like me’!?”
Connie’s comments do well to enhance the hurt inside of Bonnie, as guilt begins to weight heavily upon her. She folds her arms in front of her and drops her head in shame, realizing that she has spurned and scorned possibly the only guy besides Junior who’s willing put up with her good & bad sides.

“What do ya got for me, Wade?”
Ron is high above the Paris streets, using his jet sneakers to fly a straight path towards Wade’s destination, thanks to Rufus steadying his course. The naked mole rat now rides on Ron’s shoulders, playing pilot. As several stars begin to twinkle in the darkening blue sky, Wade relays the information from the sheet Connie gave Ron.
“Oh man, the info Connie gave you is big!” He says. “Dementor’s been playing the CEO of a fake Greeting Card company.”
“So his plan to take over the world involves Greeting Cards?” Ron asks. “Man, he’s slipping down to Drakken level.”
“It’s not what you think.” Wade assures him. “Dementor’s company shipped out a box of Valentine’s Day cards, addressed to various representatives at the United Nations.”
That causes Ron to raise a curious eyebrow. “Wait, isn’t KP there doing the bodyguard thing?”
Wade nods his head, answering Ron. “And it gets worse. Each card is designated for a member there, and they’re all armed with a microchip explosive. Those cards can take out a majority of the world’s leaders all at once, plunging the world into chaos!”
“OK, he’s definitely not on Drakken’s level with that plan.” Ron replies. “But he’s still here in Paris, right?”
“Right.” Wade answers. “And you’re a block away from his hideout! A large warehouse in the Financial District.”
“I see it!” Ron says, spotting a large, sinister-looking warehouse off to his right. Wanting to change directions, he tries to swing his legs over to the left. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work out as planned.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
His sole boosters spin out of control, causing him to do the same as he goes into a nosedive straight towards the warehouse. Rufus takes action and climbs down Ron’s leg, reaching his sneakers and shutting off the rockets. But that doesn’t stop the tailspin, as Ron crashes through the roof window of the warehouse. He quickly recovers though, and using his mystical monkey prowess, lands on the floor rolling, then hops back up to his feet. A moment later, Rufus comes through the roof plummeting down, but Ron easily catches him in his hand.
“Alright Dementor, I’m here to stop aaaaaaand there’s no one here.”
The entire warehouse is empty, looking to have been vacated in a rush. All of the equipment used by Dementor and his men are there, but the dark, cavernous building shows no life inside, villain or otherwise.
“Ron, what’s going on?” Wade asks.
“We missed him, Wade.” Ron holds up his communicator and shows Wade the scene. “Dementor’s pulled up shop.”
“This is not good.” Wade says. “If he can be on the move and still activate his cards, there’s no telling where he may be!”
“Well maybe we should have Global Justice send some agents to sweep the city.” Ron suggests.
Wade replies by shaking his head. “Can’t do it. Most of Dr. Director’s agents are assisting Kim at the U.N.”
“But that’s where the bombs are!” Signs of panic begin to rise in Ron’s voice. “Wade, you gotta get me a ride back to America! KP could need help!”
“It’ll take too long.” Wade tells him. “And we don’t know when Dementor’s planning on setting off the cards. I’m sorry Ron…there’s nothing we can do. We…just gotta hope Kim can save the day.”
Ron drops his head in frustration and disappointment, as Wade tells him what he already knows. “…It’s out of our hands.”

‘Out of our hands.’ Those are the four words that play over in Ron’s head as he walks the streets of Paris, the sun setting off in the distance. The orange sky is a beautiful sight to below, but Ron’s gaze remains grounded as his mind is occupied with thoughts of his love, Kim. It’s been almost an hour since Wade told him it was out of their hands, yet Dementor hasn’t struck. Not even a peep has been heard from him as the World Leader’s remain in jeopardy.
The situation has Ron on edge, and matters only get worse. On the street, a little cherry-red corvette slowly rolls up to his side, with Bonnie in the driver’s seat. She’s wearing a raspberry beret, shades, and a solemn look on her face.
“Ron, we need to talk…”
The blonde superspy doesn’t acknowledge her presence, and continues on. It doesn’t deter Bonnie though, who continues to drive alongside him. “Look, I know you’re mad, but just listen…”
Still no response. The one thing Bonnie hates is to be ignored, and Ron knows it. But as he approaches the curb, Bonnie drives and turns into it, blocking his path. “Dammit Ron, you’re really making this harder than it needs to be.”
“Oh, I’m making things hard?” Ron asks, feigning shock. “Then how about I make it easy!?” He takes a deep breath and prepares to tell her off with every fiber in his being. “YOU ARE…”
“A jerk.”
Ron develops a genuine look of shock on his face upon hearing Bonnie admit those words. But he shakes it off and continues. “Yeah, well you’re also…”
“A big idiot.”
Ron’s taken aback again at Bonnie yanking the words from his mouth. “OK…well, you…”
“I had no right to talk to you or treat you like that.” Bonnie finishes for him. “I should’ve known you weren’t hitting on my sisters. They’re Rockwallers. The only way you can even get close to them is if THEY like YOU. Look, I know I’ve been…bitchy, lately…and the only thing I can do is just apologize.”
Taking off her sunglasses, she looks dead at Ron to show the sincerity in her eyes. “I’m real sorry Ron, and I’m lucky to have a friend like you. Please forgive me…”
Right now Ron’s gaping jaw can be mistaken for the entrance to the French Chunnel. The last thing on earth he expected was for Bonnie to come out completely and apologize for her mistake. Bonnie, the same woman who wouldn’t hesitate even for a micro-second to pit the blame and fault on others, usually Kim. Needless to say, Ron doesn’t know exactly how to react.
“Well, I…I mean, I…but…you…and the apology…AW DAMMIT!!!”
Frustrated, he kicks over a nearby trashcan before leaning forward against Bonnie’ car door. “That’s not fair! I’m supposed to be mad at you!” He says, before letting out a deep sigh. “Why can’t I stay mad?”
Bonnie puts her thumb and index finger under Ron’s chin and draws his head down to her level. “Cause you really are a sweet guy.” She answers. “And I still do appreciate you.”
She punctuates the apology by pressing her lips to his in a deep kiss. Before Ron knows it, he becomes lost in the taste of her lips and forgiveness is established. He closes his eyes, and enjoys the moment as at least one thing right now is going right for him. But the sudden roar of a car engine jolt his eyes back open. In the corner of his vision, he spots a large, gray armored truck rolling past with a familiar passenger…one wearing a cowl.
Breaking the kiss, Ron turns towards the truck and catches a quick glimpse of the passenger in the side mirror, and confirms his identity. “Dementor!”
“De-what?” Bonnie asks, confused.
Ron doesn’t answer; instead he pushes Bonnie aside and hops into the corvette’s driver’s seat, taking control. “Hey! You know, just because I apologized doesn’t mean you can drive my car, Stoppable!” Bonnie tells him.
“I need the car, Bonnie.” Ron tells her. “It’s a world saving Sitch!”
He stomps down on the gas, and the car burns rubber before peeling off down the road, in hot pursuit after the mad Professor. Bonnie quickly grabs hold of her seatbelt and buckles herself it, before turning her attention back to Ron. “Excuse me, what makes you think I want to be part of the whole ‘save the world’ thing, anyway?”
Growing a sly grin on his face, Ron turns back to Bonnie and answers. “Cause you can beat Kim to the punch and brag to her about it.”
That statement causes Bonnie to rethink her stance for a moment, and quickly change it. “Step on it, Stoppable!” She demands. “You’re gonna let that villain guy get away!”
Ron does as instructed, shifting the car into 2nd gear to maintain the chase. Rufus helps out by emerging from Ron’s pocket with the communicator. Hopping onto the dashboard, he points the screen at Ron and turns it on, showing Wade on the other end.
“Wade, I found Dementor!” Ron tells him, keeping his eyes on the road. “And I think he might have the Kinetic thingy with him!”
Wade types in several commands on his computer quickly, then turns back to Ron. “You’re right. I’m getting massive energy readings coming from the armored truck you’re chasing.” He says. “I had to adjust my search because he change frequencies, but now I got a definite lock on him! I’ll contact Global Justice to send whatever agents they can and…uh, what’s Bonnie doing with you?”
“Less being nosey and more doing the technical help thing!” Bonnie tells him.
Wade cocks up a curious eyebrow and turns to Ron. “Kim doesn’t need to know?”
“Kim doesn’t need to know.” Ron answers.
Now rolling at high speed, Ron shifts lanes and rolls up to the side window of the armored truck, Dementor’s window. “Pull over right now!”
“I vill do no such thing.” Dementor replies. “I am in a hurry und I shall…YOU!!!”
Spotting Ron in the corvette, Dementor orders his henchman driver to slam into his side. Bonnie’s car takes the hit, which leaves a significant dent and sends Bonnie fuming. “This is a luxury Corvette!” She yells at Dementor. “And if you put one dent in it, you will be hearing from my lawyer!”
Dementor just scoffs at Bonnie’s threat and orders his henchman for another slam, but Ron anticipates it this time. Putting pedal to the metal, he speeds up ahead of the armored truck, before turning into his path and stopping. The henchman driver panics, and slams down on the brake, bringing the truck to a stop just an inch away from Bonnie’s ride. As he breathes a sigh of relief though, Dementor looks anything but.
“Vhy did you shtop ze truck, I VANTED YOU TO SHMASH ZEM!!!”
The henchman shrugs his shoulders in response, causing Dementor to let out a groan of disapproval. They then open their car doors and turn their attention to facing Ron. But as the henchman steps out, he receives a brutal jump kick to the face, KO’ing him instantly.
Dementor sees this and grows even more outraged. “ACK! I did not even tell my men to attack! Alvays vith ze springy shtep, GET HIM!!!” Upon command, the backdoor on the armored truck slides open, and out hops three more of Dementor’s men. “And get ze shmart-aleck girl as VELL!”
One henchman break away from his group to go after Bonnie, as Ron catches up to the other two. Calming himself, Ron calls on the lessons Master Sensei has taught him to prepare himself. That only takes a moment though, and in the next moment, Ron unleashes his Monkey Fu. Ducking down to the ground, he sweeps his leg around and takes out the leg of the first henchman, flooring him. He then leaps into the air and executes a perfect spinning jump kick, catching the second henchman in the jaw, and putting him down. As Ron lands on his feet though, his mind turns to more important concerns.
“Bonnie!”
All alone against one of Dementor’s henchmen, who knows how hurt Bonnie can be at this moment. But as Ron turns to run over to her, he sees that it’s Bonnie who’s dishing out the pain. She has the henchman trapped in a hammerlock, then forces him to his knees before delivering a clubbing chop to the back of his head that knocks him out. Grinning victoriously, she brushes her hands and turns around, only to see Ron standing there, mouth mimicking the Chunnel again.
“What?” She asks annoyed. “So I learned a few moves by watching Kim save the world and junk. What’s the big deal?”
Ron shakes the shock off and starts to answer Bonnie, when he spots Dementor making a break for it towards the Arc de Triomphe, clutching the Kinetic Modulator in his arms. “AFTER HIM!!!”
Ron and Bonnie give chase, following Dementor up the iron ladder until they reach the top of one of Paris’ most historic landmarks. There, they prepare to face off against Dementor, who stands on the other end, ready to activate the device. Ron is about to charge forward, when he spots two more of Dementor’s henchmen hovering down to his side, via jetpacks.
“You are TOO LATE, sidekick!” Dementor boasts. “Once I activate ze Kinetic Modulator, it vill send a signal to my cards, und KABOOM! Ze vorld vill plunge into CHAOS, UND I VILL BE ZERE, TO SEIZE CONTROL!!!”
“Not on my watch!” Ron replies, charging forward to stop him. As he takes the first step though, he trips over an untied shoelace, and crashes face first down onto the roof. Dementor and his henchmen can’t help but to laugh at this occurrence.
“HA! I bet you vish you had ze springy redhead now, DON’T YOU?!” He mocks, feeling confident in victory.
That confidence though, is premature.
Ron begins to pick himself up, when he inadvertently activates the rocket soles in his sneakers. Without warning, he jets forward, and crashes into Dementor and his men, sending the Kinetic Modulator into the air. Bonnie reacts quickly and runs after it as it falls towards the ledge. Closer and closer it gets to being lost to the ground below…but Bonnie is able to make the last second catch, saving the safety of the device, and helping save the world.
She holds the Modulator close before turning to Dementor, who’s now trapped under his two henchmen, and Ron Stoppable. “No! NOO! IT IS NOT FAIR!!!”
“Sorry Mr. Bad-Accent Guy, but you lose!” With that final victorious line, Bonnie presses the ‘off’ button and deactivates the Modulator, stopping its effects from ever being felt.
Ron sits up on top of the pile after witnessing Bonnie’s save. “Alright! BOOYAH! Way to go, Bonnie!”
“It’s no big.” She replies, playing the whole ordeal off. Ron just smiles and hops off of the pile, walking over to Bonnie just as several paddy wagons with GJ on the side reach the scene. A moment later, Ron gets an incoming call on his communicator from Wade.
“You did it, Ron!” Wade tells him. “The chips in the cards have been deactivated! Threat averted!”
Ron responds by basking in the glory of another mission accomplished. “Well, you know the Ron Man always gets the job done.”
“Oh, that reminds me. Someone else wants to congratulate you.” Wade switches over the communicator’s frequency and connects him to his partner in justice.
“KP!!!” Ron cheers, seeing his love on the screen. “Is everything OK there?”
“So not the drama.” Kim replies. “I was able to gather up all the cards easily, but you really saved the day by stopping Dementor and…Ron, what’s Bonnie doing with you in Paris?”
His heart skips a beat, and he gulps loudly as Ron finds himself caught in an awkward situation. Rather than telling the truth and facing the consequences though, Ron opts for an easier way out.
“UH, YOU’RE BREAKING UP KIM!!!” Ron yells, making static noises with his mouth and shaking his communicator. “I (KSSHHH) CAN’T GET (KSSSHHH) TOO (KSSSHHH) STATIC (KSSSHHH)…”
Kim grows upset as she looks back at him. “Ron Stoppable, you better not…”
Click.
In desperation, Ron hangs up on the call, knowing very well he might pay for it later. “Kim’s gonna kill me.”

“Well…that’s everything.”
Ron stands at the foot of his bed, fresh off of finishing packing his suitcase. Grabbing the side, he flips it down and tries to shut it, but the amount of items in the suitcase proves it to be a hard task. Ron remains diligent though, and applies weight to the side to force it down, even sitting down on it…until he slides off and hits the floor.
“WAAAAHHHH—OOMPHH!!!”
The added pressure does the job though, and Ron reaches up to flip the locks onto it before picking himself up. “That should do it.” He says, brushing himself off. “Now I can meet Rufus downstairs and call Wade to get us a ride.”
Grabbing the handle, Ron pulls the heavy suitcase off of the bed, letting it drop to the floor with a loud thud. He then carries/drags it over to the door, ready to make his departure from the city of lights. As he opens the door though, he finds Bonnie standing in his way. She’s wearing the very same indigo dress she wore when they ‘reunited’ the other day.
“Bonnie?” Ron says, surprised to see her. “What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t think you could leave without saying goodbye, could you?” She asks, barging into the room. “That is real inconsiderate of you, Stoppable!”
Ron stands there for a moment, in shock of her desire to see him off. “Uh…I’m sorry?”
“Don’t worry about it, Ron.” She tells him, seductively strolling over. “Besides, we got all night to make it up to each other.”
As she says that, both Connie and Lonnie appear in the doorway, blouses unbuttoned enough to show some cleavage. After the day Ron’s had, he recognizes immediately what’s going on.
“Whoa, wait. WAIT! We can’t do this! Uh, my payment is up for the room!”
“I’ll use my credit cards to pay for it.” Bonnie counters.
“But-but, Rufus is waiting downstairs and I—AAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!”
Ron feels his argument come to a swift end as Bonnie uses a hammerlock hold to take control. She leads him over to the bed and tosses him onto it, before climbing on herself. Connie and Lonnie enter the room after her, with Connie closing the door and locking it tight, before shutting off the lights.
“Bonnie thought it best that we all show our gratitude for what you went through.” Connie says.
“Plus she boasted about you so much, we just had to see for ourselves.” Lonnie adds.
Now all that illuminates the room are the city lights from Ron’s window, punctuated by the glow coming from the Eiffel Tower. Connie and Lonnie join the party and climb into the bed, each laying on one side of Ron, Connie on the left and Lonnie on the right, while Bonnie straddles him and holds him down.
“Bonnie…we can’t…” Ron says, struggling to get free.
“Would you stop resisting, Ron!” Bonnie tells him. “You’re about to have hot sex with three of the most beautiful women in the Rockwaller family. You sure be honored.”
Ron ceases his struggles, knowing he’s not gonna be released anytime soon. “But…Kim…”
“Isn’t here.” Bonnie finishes for him. “And it’s Valentine’s Day. No one should be alone on Valentine’s Day.”
No more is said between the two, as Bonnie leans down and draws in Ron’s lips to hers in a passionate display. Upon impact, Ron’s resistance crumbles to the ground, and he wraps his arms around her, holding her close. She lets out a low moan and climbs off of Ron, allowing her sisters to attend to the more important matter…taking off his pants. It’s a not-so-surprisingly easy task, and once they are down, the two get a full glimpse at the bulge through his boxers. Lonnie then pulls down on them, revealing Ron’s manhood, up close & personal.
“Mmmm, I never took this guy to be such a stud.” Connie marvels.
“I know.” Lonnie agrees. “I mean from how Bonnie described him, he should be just a goofy klutz.”
“Well, this would explain all the clumsiness.” Connie says.
“Don’t care about that.” Lonnie says, developing a hungry grin on her face. “All I know is I have to taste it.”
And taste it she does, engulfing half of his meaty rod into her mouth. The lower end of his cock is left to Connie, who licks the shaft and massages his sack with her hand. Lonnie’s motions are fast & frequent, but she maintains a steady bobbing motion, working her tongue and lips over his cockhead. The two older Rockwallers seem to be very experienced in this practice, as Ron can attest to. He would compliment them graciously if his mouth wasn’t preoccupied with Bonnie’s. While they continue to suck lips, Ron moves his hand under Bonnie’s dress and finds her slit, covered by a black thong. Wanting to warm her up, he rubs his index and middle finger against it through the fabric. That causes Bonnie to let out a passionate moan, and pull away from the kiss.
“MmmmmMMMMMMMM—AAAHH!!!!!”
She takes a moment to catch her breath, before grinning back at Ron. “(Huff) You know I love it when you play with it…”
“Ever since Camp Wannaweep.” Ron replies, before letting out a low groan. “Man, your sisters are pros.”
Bonnie just narrows her eyes and turns her head to them. “Yeah, they had plenty of practice in college.” She answers, before turning to Ron with a smug grin. “Fraternities just loved to invite them to their parties.”
Ron grins back at her as he now feels both pairs of lips converging at the tip of his cock, with one moving down. Receiving the Rockwaller special treatment serves well in bringing little Ron to attention, as his cock is harder than it’s been in months. Seeing this, Lonnie detaches her mouth from it and sits up on her knees. “Uh wait, just how are we supposed to decide who goes first?”
“There is no decision.” Bonnie answers. “He’s my boy-toy, so I get first right.”
“Yeah, right.” Lonnie scoffs.
“Since you were so quick to scold him earlier, I think it’s only fair you wait your turn.” Connie adds.
Bonnie opens her mouth to snipe back at her sister, but realizes it’s futile to argue with them now, especially since they make a valid point. The two older Rockwaller sisters then turn to each other, with Lonnie getting the first word.
“Well obviously, it should be beauty before age…” She says, already removing her halter top.
“Uh, it’s age before beauty.” Connie corrects her.
“I know. I like it better my way.”
Lying down on the bed, Lonnie lifts her legs straight up and elevates her hips enough to slide her skirt off, but keeping her expensive white boots on. Connie decides to concede and lets her sister be the first to partake in a dose of ‘Ron-age.’ “This will give me a chance to study his technique, so I know what I’m in for.” She thinks, grinning deviously.
Lonnie finishes undressing by sliding off her white thong and tossing it aside, leaving only her boots on. Lying at the ready, she spreads her legs open and motions Ron over with a finger. “So let what you can do, stud.”
And for the first time during a sexual experience, Ron has an unsure look on his face. While he’s had the pleasure of making love to over a dozen women, none of them (with the exception of Kim’s Mom) looked as professional as Bonnie’s sisters. As he slowly crawls over to her, he lets out a nearly audible gulp and starts to second guess himself. Now it wasn’t about Kim finding out, it’s about being good enough to provide enough pleasure to satisfy them. Because knowing Bonnie’s family, if he doesn’t, half of the world will find out about how he wasn’t ‘up to the task’.
But help comes into play for the blonde superspy as Bonnie crawls up to his side. He positions himself in front of Lonnie, as Bonnie playfully bites his ear, before secretly whispering into it.
“Give it to her hard & fast. She could never recover from a big orgasm, so put her down quick, Big Ron.”
Ron can’t help but to smile to himself on the inside. He’s basically received a scouting report, and now knows how to approach Lonnie. And he starts his approach by moving the tip of his cock to her awaiting pussy lips, then sliding it in. He leans down and pushes his hips forward, pushing his member further inside.
“AHH! Deeper baby!” Lonnie moans, her legs slowly rising into the air.
Ron’s body hovers over hers as his cock sinks the rest of the way in, down to the hilt. Using one arm to brace himself up, he pulls his hips away, and then pushes himself back in. His pace is just what Bonnie and Lonnie wanted, fast and moderate. Ron is used to usually starting off slow, but his quickies in the past with Bonnie during Lunch breaks at Middleton High have prepared him for intense sessions like this.
“That’s right baby!” She moans between gasps. “I want it (huff) hard and fast!”
And to Lon & Bon’s delight, Ron is happy to oblige. He works his pelvis like a piston, back & forth as he plunges his stiff pipe into her wet snatch, which is starting to drip like a leaking pipe. Lonnie holds onto Ron’s sides as she spreads her legs wider, wanting every inch of his magnificent rod to penetrate her. After a minute, Ron straightens up and sits up on his knees, plowing her cunt with quickening momentum.
“OH GOD! He’s such a Stud!” Lonnie screams, before gently biting her index finger.
She’s never had it so good. No college Frat member, no football player, no man she’s ever had has ever fucked her this good. It usually takes three to four rides for her to get warmed up with a new guy, but with Ron, it’s much different. She finds herself clutching the bed sheets tightly, and her legs hanging helplessly in the air. It’s good for her, so good that a titanic wave of pleasure is building up inside, ready to crash all over her. Even Connie is in awe, as she watches the action closely. Ron, surprisingly, looks like he can go all night. Besides the few beads of sweat on his forehead, he shows no signs of fatigue or slowing down. And that brings a superior smirk to Bonnie’s face.
“Oh Lonnie, you look ready to cum like crazy.” She teases. “Ron, why don’t you crank it up another gear…”
Following Bonnie’s request, he kicks his pumping into overdrive, slamming his hips into hers, making echoes of their skin slapping against each other. Lonnie can’t even manage to say a complete word, with gasps and screams of passion only emitting from her mouth. Her eyes almost have a glassy look to them, as her body spasms from Ron’s thrusts. Her orgasm is coming fast, and is larger than any she’s ever had.
“I’m…Gonna…CUMMM!!!”
She tosses her head back to the bed and closes her eyes, letting her climax wash over her body as Ron makes one final thrust, before pulling out. Though he didn’t get the chance to reach his climax, he’s more than satisfied knowing he brought Lonnie there; and Bonnie, even more so.
“Guess those 10 inch dildos didn’t prepare you enough, did they?” Bonnie boasts, wearing a huge grin. The grin is removed from her face though, as a golf clap is heard coming from her sister, Connie.
“Well done!” She says, commending Ron. “Usually Lonnie doesn’t cum like that until the sun rises.” As she talks, she pulls down on her tight, form-fitting pants. “I see why Bonnie was crushing so hard over you, that’s some gift you got there. And now I wanna try it.”
Kicking her pants off, she then pulls off her sweater, revealing a lace bra, and tosses it to the floor before climbing into bed. She crawls past Ron and positions herself in front of him, giving him a full view of her matching lace boyshorts, all that’s standing in the way between Ron and her inviting snatch, just waiting to be ravaged.
There’s a tone of confidence in Connie’s voice that didn’t go unnoticed by Ron, as his confidence begins to waver again. But like a saving light, Bonnie coaches him again.
“Give it to her real deep.” She whispers. “She can’t handle it when you hit her G-spot. And teasing her makes her cum quicker.”
Ron nods his head, taking in the information as he grabs hold of Connie’s panties and pulls them down to her knees. From there, he grabs firm hold of his slick cock and pushes it forward slowly, penetrating his second tight snatch of the night. Connie immediately clutches the sheets and grits her teeth, but stays up on all fours as Ron delves deeper. Soon, his cock is buried inside of Connie, who loves the sensation.
It also arouses Bonnie, as she’s removed her dress and now stands by the two in her bra & panties, with one hand inside of the latter. “Ron’s cock feels good doesn’t it?”
“Yes…” Connie blurts out, shuddering from the sensation. She then gives out a loud moan as Ron pulls back nearly all the way out, and then thrusts forward, trying to hit the desired G-spot Bonnie tipped him on. Ron’s divine rod was like nothing Connie ever felt, with other men or other dildos. Ron’s experience through the past couple years clearly shows, as Connie finds it hard to even remain upright. Ron works up a steady and deep stroke, clinging to her hips and pumping her balls deep with each thrust. It doesn’t take long for Connie’s G-spot to be struck and rubbed, sending her body trembling to the bed.
“AAAHHHH!!!”
Her face becomes buried in a nearby pillow and only her ass remains in the air, with Ron continuously drilling it. Bonnie, with her thong down to her knees and still fingering herself, leans down for a closer look at Connie’s face. Her mouth is gaped open and her breath comes out in short, rhythmic huffs.
“Oh, it must be real good to you, isn’t it?” Bonnie teases.
“Uh-huh…” Connie utters, before placing the tip of her thumb in her mouth. She uses it to suck on, to distract her, to prolong the sensation of a huge orgasm being brought forth by Ron’s rock hard member. But with each deep pounding she takes from him, her resistance wears down, until her strong will subsides and she’s forced to give in.
“UUUUUUHHHHHHHNNNNN!!”
Words don’t even leave her lips as she experiences an orgasm like she’s never felt before. Ron locks his cock deep inside of her for a moment, before pulling out and letting her fall completely onto the bed. Her legs are still trembling from the session, but that’s a fact Connie could care less for, as the euphoric grin on her face can attest to.
“I’ve…never cummed…so hard…in my life…”
Ron however, feels differently about this moment.
“I didn’t even get a chance to cum at all…”
And almost as if it was on cue, Bonnie, now sans panties leaps over her sister and onto Ron, pinning him down to the bed and taking her turn. “Then let me fix that for you.” She offers seductively.
With Ron mounted, she lifts her hips enough to hover over his still erect manhood, then slowly lowers herself onto it. It sinks into her, causing her to tremble a little, but not as much as her sisters before. She’s grown accustomed to Ron’s tool, and even after months of being separated from him, she still loves it. Once fully inside of her, Ron prepares to drill her hard & fast, until Bonnie places her hand on his chest, stopping him.
“No!” She says. “Let’s go slow this time.” She requests, wanting to savor this moment.
As Ron has brought Connie and Lonnie to quick climaxes, Bonnie wants hers to be different, and Ron obliges, letting Bonnie’s hips do the work. She rocks her hips slowly, relishing having his thickness inside of her once more. Truthfully, it’s a moment of bliss for Ron as well. With the way his day had gone earlier, all bets lead towards him being alone on Valentine’s Day, with a failed mission on his conscience. But having a three-time homecoming queen and all-around hottie riding your cock isn’t a bad end to your day.
“Mmmm, let’s get that shirt off you.” She says, grabbing his shirt from the bottom. Ron helps her out and pulls it off over his head, revealing his bare chest. While he isn’t a sculpted beefcake, there are signs of a six-pack developing. And as the moon & city lights glow off of his chest, Bonnie can’t help but to run her fingers across it. Ron responds by putting his hands on her hips, and slowly moving them up her body until they reach her firm, bouncy breasts. Wanting to feel his hands on her bare tits, Bonnie reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra, before tossing it aside.
Now she sits atop of him completely nude, as she speeds up her hip movements. “AAHH! Fuck, I haven’t ridden you like this since Wannaweep.”
“Yeah…” Ron replies, remembering back to when he got his first taste of Bon-Bon. “You always did like to drive…”
Bonnie grins warmly and leans down closer to him. “And you’ve always been a great ride, Big Ron.” She pushes her lips to his and lets her tongue drift into his mouth, playfully moving it around in a move Ron more than welcomes. They hungrily nibble on each others lips, sporadically parting their lips from each other before resuming their kiss. Moments pass before Bonnie pulls away and sits back up, ready to kick it into high gear. Ron follows suit, and begins thrusting upward in rhythm with her bouncing.
“OH FUCK ME, RON!!!” She screams. “Just like at Wannaweep! Just like in Hollywood! Make me cum, baby!”
Her left hand roams down her body to find her erect clit, and she begins rubbing it feverishly. Sweat flies off of her glistening frame with each bounce, and makes her tanned skin almost glow in the light from the window. Ron continues to invade her inner walls over and over, bringing not only Bonnie to the verge of her climax, but himself as well.
“Oh God, you’re so good, baby!” Bonnie tells him.
“So are you, Bonnie.” Ron answers with a hint of strain in his voice as he tries to stave off his orgasm. “You’re so tight! I love it!”
“Oh yeah! My pussy’s so good and tight!” She agrees. “It’s better than Kim’s, right?”
And that’s when shock runs through the blonde superspy’s body. His eyes widen to the size of saucers, but thankfully Bonnie’s eyes are closed so she doesn’t spot it. Ron’s left in a serious conundrum now. Having had both of Middleton High’s greatest cheerleaders, Ron knows that the answer is Kim. But saying that would no doubt end this wonderful moment, kill his ‘special’ friendship with Bonnie, and most likely leave him critically injured for what Bonnie would almost certainly take as an insult.
So, for the moment, and for Valentine’s Day, Ron makes the right decision. “Oh god yeah, you’re so much better than Kim!”
It’s exactly what Bonnie wants to hear. “That’s right, and you’re the best, Ron!” She moans. “You’re the best I…I…I’M GONNA CUM!!!”
“ME TOO!!!”
And in unison, they slam their loins into each other, driving Ron’s cock into her to the hilt. He can feel her inner walls almost collapse around them as they tighten. Bonnie’s body freezes in place, and the same orgasmic wave that washed over her sisters hits her tenfold. Ron joins in with his climax, shooting a steady hot stream of jizz that fills her up. Sweet release, they both experience it, and revel in it. A moment passes, and the two come down from their orgasmic high, with Bonnie falling on top of Ron, her head resting against his chest. She wraps both arms around his shoulders, as Ron wraps his around her.
“Now, aren’t you glad I made you stay here longer?” Bonnie asks, turning her head to peer into Ron’s eyes.
“Oh yeah…so glad…” He answers, trying to catch his breath. “And for what it’s worth, you got your sisters beat at one thing…”
Bonnie lets out a superior smirk, knowing exactly what that ‘one thing’ is. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Ron.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bonnie.”

Epilogue
“RON!”
“KP!”
Just outside the main entrance to Middleton International Airport, Kim and Ron run towards each other and meet in the middle with a warm & tight embrace. It’s been an added two days since they’ve seen each other, with Kim’s mission going on longer than expected, and Ron being held in Paris for ‘complications’.
“Man it’s good to be back stateside!” He says, letting go of Kim and grabbing his dual shopping bags. “You know, French people can be real rude over there. All I said was ‘Aw Revo-ear, and they ignored me!”
Kim just smiles and shakes her head, figuring Ron hasn’t grasped the way to say ‘Au Revoir. But it’s then her glance turns to Ron’s luggage…which is strangely made up of shopping bags.
“Uh Ron, you went shopping over there?”
Ron kinda jumps in surprise of the question. “Uh, yeah! Yeah! Just…wanted an upgrade to my wardrobe. You know, improve the Ron style…”
“Uh-huh. At the Club Banana Boutique?” Kim asks, knowing her boyfriend only shops at Smarty-Mart. “I take it Bonnie had something to do with this?”
Knowing he can’t lie to Kim’s face, and cleanly get away with it, Ron predictably breaks down. “It’s not my fault! I mean, she dragged me into the store! And then her sisters and Dementor…”
Kim places her index finger over Ron’s mouth, calming and silencing him. “It’s alright, Ron.” She tells him as they walk over to a Global Justice van. “To be honest, it’s my fault, too. I should’ve never left you alone on Valentine’s Day.”
“Well, it’s OK Kim.” Ron says. “You had the mission and all…”
“No, it’s not.” She debates, as they come to a stop behind the van. “But don’t worry; we can make it up to each other.”
Before Ron can question just how they can make it up, Kim opens the back doors of the van and shoves Ron in. As he tries to crawl back up, a seductive grin appears on the redhead’s face, giving Ron an exact idea on how she intends to ‘make it up’. She pounces on top of her man, closing the door behind her and, a moment later, the van begins to rock from side to side, with Ron’s voice heard from the back.
“WAIT, KIM! I JUST GOT HOME! I GOT JETLAG!” He yells, to no avail. “WHOA-HEY! AT LEAST LET ME GET MY PANTS OFF!!!”
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