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Milf Hunter	By : TheHiddenDarkness Category: Kim Possible > General Views: 11057 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: Chapter 1-5 were uploaded at the same time
Milf Hunter
Chapter Three: Agreements

Ron knocked on the Possible door, the living room light is on but the rest were off. It didn't take Anne long to open the door. She had her fluffy pink bathrobe on, and her hair is slightly a mess, like she just got out of bed.

“Come in.” Anne spoke quickly, stepping aside. Ron walked in, noticing nothing strange inside the house besides Anne.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Ron asked simply. Anne bit her lip.

“Lets sit down first.” Anne simply said, before leading the way into the living room. When Ron took his usual seat, he had a flash of the memory of what happened earlier. “So I wanted to apologize for earlier.” Anne began, sat a respectable distance from Ron this time.

“Apologize for what exactly?” Ron asked confused. Anne blushed.

“You know... For flashing you earlier. I... I.” Anne took a deep breath. Ron wanted to say it was all okay, but Anne clearly needed to get this off her chest. “It's one thing to tease you, but flashing you... you must have been disgusted with me.” Anne finished sadly.

“Wrong.” Ron said simply, causing Anne to look up. “I have never been disgusted with you.” Was all Ron said in explanation. He was not going to say he could barely keep himself from jumping her now could he?

“Oh... I just thought.” Anne paused. “I know you said you like older women, but I'm in my late 30's and I've had three kids.” Anne blushed. “ I know I'm not the same as I was down there.” Anne used to have a nice tight slit, but as she grew older, and especially after she had her kids, she noticed her lips were thicker and always open unlike before. “And I kept forcing it into your face... I'm so embarrassed.” Anne admitted.

“Hey.” Ron said reaching over to take Anne's hand. “It's okay, look at me.” Anne looked up to meet Ron's eyes. “Honestly it was one of the most beautiful and sexy things I have ever seen.” Ron blushed. “I doubt I will ever forget such a memory.” Nor did he want to.

“W-well, it was still wrong. I'm a married woman.” Anne pulled her hand away. “It's just been so long since me and James did anything, or he even seemed to notice me. I guess I just wanted to comfort of feeling wanted.” Anne admitted with a weak voice. Ron was stunned into silence. He had no idea how James, or any straight man, could ignore a woman as stunning as Anne. It made less sense than Maths! “When I woke up in your arms this morning. I felt safe, happy... loved.” Anne had tears forming in her eyes. “I did not mean to act like such a slut. I just got caught up in the moment. Forgive me?” Anne begged.

“What for?” Ron asked. “I see nothing you have to apologize for.”

“I'm married, I should not act like this.” Anne said fiercely, as if wanting to confirm she was a bad girl.

“James has clearly been a fool to ignore such a beautiful wife if she feels like she has to act like that to get attention.” Ron spoke, bringing Anne out of her self pity fest. “And while I do not know, or need to know the full details, I do not think any less of you.” Ron blushed before coughing. “If anything, I think you are more beautiful and sexy then ever.”

“R-really?” Anne asked in disbelief.

“Really really.” Ron could not help but quote back the Shrek line.

“Well...” Anne was nervous, part of her hoped for this outcome, but she never realistically expected it. “I have never slept so well since the twins were born... do you mind sleeping with me?” Anne asked, making Ron's eyes go wide. “No! I mean just sleep.” Anne insisted blushing herself. “James is stuck in Florida for a few more weeks... and I don't want to be alone.” Anne admitted. Ron was confused, it seems like Anne kept flipping between feeling bad and guilty over what she done, but also wanted more. Still, he could not bare to see her in any kind of distress.

“Sure... how will it work?” Ron asked.

“Well, the kids are back Monday afternoon... With James busy out of state I already called work to sort out my work hours and you are a common sight around here.” Anne shrugged her shoulders. “Should not be too hard for you to come into my bedroom each night.”

“Each... night?” Ron gulped, not quite expecting that.

“If you want to.” Anne added, thinking Ron was off put by the idea.

“No I mean yes... I would love to, but what about Kim, or Jim and Tim finding out?” Ron asked worried. Thinking about how any of Anne's kids would react was too horrible for words. The twins are evil geniuses and Kim is one of the most skilled martial artist in the world, on top of her other skills and connections.

“They do not enter my room, it is sound proof and has a lock.” Anne answered quickly, she didn't want anything to stop the feeling of safety and comfort being in Ron's arms brought.

“Okay, I guess I should go get some pyjama's then.” Ron said simply, too awestruck to think properly.

“You have a spare set over here, remember.” Anne said, making Ron remember his drawer in Kim's bedroom, with had a spare set of his normal clothes, mission clothes, swimming shorts and sleeping pyjamas. Kim altered it from the original best friend sleep over drawer to help with the missions. Saved Ron having to run home whenever they got a call at her house.

“Oh yeah... I'll go get them then.” Ron said as he started to make his way up to Kim's room.

“I'll be waiting in my room for you.” Anne said, making Ron shiver at the implications. Walking the same steps has has taken countless times before, Ron was soon at Kim's room, and undressing down to his boxers. He put on his pyjama bottoms, but could not find his top. Shrugging. Ron bundled the clothes into his arms and walked out of the attic to Anne's bedroom. The door was open, a lamp was on besides the bed, and the curtains were open slightly letting the moonlight in. Anne is stood at the window, looking out.

“Everything okay?” Ron asked Anne, who closed the curtains fully.

“Yeah I... couldn't find your top?” Anne asked as she turned around. She knew he didn't, as she hid it. While she was nervous and didn't think this would happen, her brilliant mind covered every step just in case. Ron was surprisingly well built. Not big or defined like most athletes, but he clearly had pecs and the faintest of a six pack forming on his stomach. Overall Anne would describe Ron as solid, explaining why Ron felt so firm earlier.

“No... So, which side do I sleep on?” Ron asked staring at the large bed. “Also, what do you want me to do with my clothes?” Ron lifted his arms to show the bundle of clothing. Anne walked over, before plucking out Ron's maroon jersey.

“Just put them on the chair.” Anne waved to a chair tucked away under a unlit lamp in one corner of the room, next to a small bookcase which was next to her dressier and make up. Ron did as he was told and just dumped the clothes, not thinking about why Anne took his jersey. He turned around the find out the answer.

Anne had her back to him, her bathrobe just falling past her hips to reveal her large ass. This time she was wearing the big ass hugging white lace panties Ron put out to dry earlier, and nothing else. Picking up Ron's jersey from the bed, flashing Ron some of her side boob as she lifted her arms, she put on Ron's top on, that reached just below her ass. Anne flipped her hair out, to be free of Ron's shirt, before turning to see him staring at her mouth open.

“Do you mind?” Anne asked, pulling at the jersey.

“N-No... you wear it better than I do.” Ron clumsily complimented Anne. Anne smiled, before turning to pull at the bed covers. Bending over Ron saw the faintest hint of white as the jersey almost lifted high enough to show of Anne's ass, but Anne quickly slid under the covers.

“Coming to join me?” Anne asked nervously, worried she went too far. Ron nodded dumbly as he slipped under the cool silk sheets opposite Anne. Ron laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. “Ron...” Anne started.

“Yeah?”

“I... I did ask you to comfort me... do you mind cuddling... like we did this morning?” Anne asked. Ron's eyes snapped to look at Anne, but only saw the back of her head as she was laid on her side, her back to him.

“O-okay.” Ron moved and rolled over. “H-how do I do this?” Ron asked, unsure. Anne lifted her body up.

“Slip your left arm under here.” Anne patted the bed, allowing Ron to place his arm under her. “Then hug my stomach with your right and pull me close.” Anne instructed as Ron did as he was told. When Anne was pulled towards Ron, she became very aware of his erection poking at her pussy, making her gasp. “No,” Anne said quickly, more to herself before it got any farther. “This went here this morning.” Anne reached down into Ron's pants, reaching Ron's cock, as she pulled it out and placed it between her ass cheeks, making Ron moan into her ear. “That, that feels better, right?” Anne asked Ron.

“Feels like heaven.” Ron whispered into Anne's ear, Anne smiled, and wiggled back into Ron, who pulled her flush against his chest.

“Goodnight Ron.” Anne spoke softly as she closed her eyes. Ron kissed Anne's hair softly.

“Goodnight Angel.” Ron whispered, making Anne's smile bigger, as she entwined her fingers with the hand holding her stomach.

It was late, and despite the excitement in the two of them, sleep came quickly.

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Anne knew she is dreaming, but she didn't care, it was a very nice dream of what could have been. She was back doing her Yoga like earlier, wearing the same clothes, but this time very aware of the giant hole in her pants showing her lower holes. She pushed her ass back up to Ron's face, who in her dream was a lot more bold as he pushed his face into her pussy. Anne moaned as she felt Ron lick her lips and suck on her soaked thong, drinking in her juices. Anne shook her ass against his face, feeling his nose pushing against her anus. She rubbed herself against Ron's face a few more times before pulling back, and arching her back.

She was face to face with Ron's penis again, this time she opened her mouth as Ron shifted forward enough for his lips to fit around the head of his fat penis, sucking and licking. Ron reached down with his hands to grab her free tits, squeezing them and making Anne moan around his cock. She eagerly swallowed the pre-cum building in her mouth, the delicious salty taste the same as she remembered from the bathroom. Feeling her pussy getting wetter again with her own arousal. Anne reluctantly let the dick pop free from her lips, as she reversed her motion. Bring her ass up once more, Anne pushed her ass as far back as she could before pushing up.

The result was Ron's cock pushing against her, his cock head slipping between her cheeks, to probing at her anus and down her pussy, before flicking her clits slightly through the bunched up thong and her ass was once more in Ron's face, who needed no invitation to resume his licking. Anne moaned louder, as Ron's tongue worked its way around her thong and pushed inside of her pussy. Anne could feel Ron's tongue swirling and probing inside of her, his lips sealed around hers as he french kissed her pussy. Anne shook her hips lightly, pulling Ron in and out a little while her ass bounced over his face.

“More.” Anne heard Ron demand into her cunt, before he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him and off her hands, his face pressed hard against her pussy. With how she was positioned it was only Ron's grip on her hips that kept Anne standing.

“Hmm do you like the meal I prepared for you.” Anne moaned out, reaching behind her to push at Ron's head, burying him deeper into her ass. She was so wet she could hear her arousal dripping off Ron's chin onto the floor below.

Meanwhile, In Ron's similar dream.

Ron was in the Possible family kitchen, from the music and the food laid out. Ron realised he was dreaming about his lunch earlier. Everything but Anne and her dancing seem muted. The scene replayed itself as before, with Anne asking him about her fat ass and dancing, before making her way over to him, asking for his help with her Yoga pants.

Ron once more pulled up on her pants, watching it slowly devour her ass as she wiggled back and forth to help slip it in. However unlike before, the yoga pants were tearing, exactly like they did when Anne did yoga. As Ron pulled the pants higher and higher, the tear got bigger and bigger revealing Anne to Ron's eyes, before with a final rip and tear, the yoga pants had an hole in the middle, exactly as Ron remembered it. Anne's pussy and ass on full display.

“Oops.” Anne teased, shaking her rear. “Well... Do you like the meal I prepared for you?” Anne asked, leading forward slightly as she reached behind her with her hands, spreading her wet pussy lips, even if the thong was still in the way. Ron acted quickly, before Anne could finish her squeek, she was bent over the table in front of Ron, before he stuck his face between her ass cheeks to taste her pussy. Anne moaned as she rubbed against Ron. “Clearly you do hmmm...” Ron pulled back slightly.

“It's a meal I could have every day.” Ron spoke in complete reverence, before closing his lips around Anne's pussy to suck up her delicious juices. Ron felt Anne's hand on his head, pushing him deeper into her.

Anne's dream

“It's a meal I could have every day.” Ron spoke into Anne's pussy, she was surprised she could hear him, but the vibrations felt great. Anne continued to rub herself against Ron's face, finding the right angle to cause his chin to rub her clit.

“Hmm... I'll make sure to give it to you first thing in the morning.” Anne gasped. “Before breakfast then.” Anne felt Ron speed up, clearly excited at the plan. The scene of the dream changed. Instead of in the living room. Anne was now bent over the kitchen table. Ron still eating her out.

“This is the best meal ever.” Ron spoke once more into her pussy, dragging his tongue out and flicking it up, the tip teasing Anne's anus and causing it to twitch.

Ron's dream

Ron was lost in the head spinning smell and feel of Anne's pussy and ass burying his face as he devoured her pussy, put his painfully hard cock wanted more. Reluctantly pulling back, Ron stood up.

“Finished already?” Anne asked, panting from her latest orgasm.

“No, just thought you would like.” Ron lined up his cock, before thrusting forward. “Some hotdog.” Ron's cock penetrated the hole in Anne's yoga pants, trapped between them and Anne's luscious ass cheeks. The tip of his cock breached the tip of her pants as his large balls made a wet slap against Anne's pussy.

“Hmmm yes.” Anne moaned out, shaking her ass back and forth as Ron pulled back. Ron held his cock, trailing his tip down Anne's body, over her anus, down her slit and over her clit, before rubbing it back up and thrusting between Anne's ass cheeks again. Not penetrating her, but his balls slapped against her pussy once more making Anne moan. “Mama likes hotdogs.” Anne moaned out

Real World

Anne and Ron were lost in each other dreams, they was not aware of what was happening in the real world. Anne was rapidly rubbing her ass up and down along Ron's shaft. Ron's ambient pre-cum giving all the lube needed as they both caused Anne's lacy panties to dampen from excitement.

“Does mama like her hotdog?” Ron mumbled in his sleep, his hips rocking back and forth.

“Mama loves It.” Anne moaned out. Both Anne and Ron were sleep talking, their dirty talk in the dream impacting the other's dream, so it was almost the same one.

Anne's dream

Anne's body was currently rocking from the powerful thrust of Ron, his balls slapping against her pussy as he roughly pleasured himself using her ass and pants. Anne was constantly moaning at this point, unable to believe how good it felt. She felt Ron growing bigger and hotter between her cheeks. Before with a final cry, Ron slapped hard against hard, his tip peaking free of Anne's yoga pants as his cum spurted all over the air. Anne watched as her own orgasm triggered. She saw the powerful shot landing in front of her, with much much landing over her back and head.

Tilting her head back as far as it could go, Anne opened her mouth as more spurts of cum were released, covering her face and filling her mouth. She felt Ron's twitching balls against her pussy. After several moments, Anne opened her eyes, having to close them due to the shower of cum. She saw the entire in front of her dripping with cum, and could feel it all over her face, hair and back, as well as a significant amount staining her yoga pants and dripping her down her crack and past her gushing pussy. It was at this moment Anne woke up.

Real world

Anne's eyes opened as she felt a hot sticking liquid shooting up her back, she paused, knowing this was not a dream and that Ron really was cumming from her ass cheeks rubbing his cock, in fact Anne had to bite her lip to stop moaning as Ron continued to work his hips. Ron pinched one of her nipples, making Anne scream lightly as her world exploded as her climax triggered.

Ron was pulled from his epic dream by Anne's scream, he went stiff and scared as he felt the last of his climax past, and the clear sticky mess between his chest and Anne's back. Laying still. Ron felt Anne relax slightly, her breathing getting normal.

“A-Are you okay?” Ron asked nervously. “You did scream.” But his worries for Anne pushed him onwards.

“I'm fine.” Anne spoke softly. She could feel Ron softening between her ass cheeks and she already missed the feeling of it. “I think we need to clean up though.” Anne commented feeling the mess on her back. Ron's hands let her go, as she lifted the covers to get out of bed. She blushed as she saw the mess. Ron's cum was everywhere, she could practically see an outline of where her body was. She then saw Ron's hardening cum covered cock. She looked at Ron wondering why he was getting hard again.

Ron was transfixed. He didn't even care if one of his favourite jerseys was little more than a cum drenched rag now, on Anne it looked good. The wet material clung to Annes body, keeping the sticky jersey around her hips and baring her incredibly damp panties to Ron's face. Once more he could see Anne's cameltoe through the semi-transparent material.

“Ron.” Anne called again, getting his attention. “Up, we need to change the sheets if.” Anne looked at the alarm clock, it was a few minutes before it would have set off anyway. “Never mind, it's morning, but still.” Anne turned to Ron again. “Up, I don't want to stain the mattress.” Ron did as he was told, pulling the covers free of him as he climbed out the opposite side of the bed. Anne watched his cock bounce around “Go have a shower while I clean this up.” Anne ordered, pointing to her bathroom.

She had to keep a faint sense of control, after the dream and wake up call, she had to fight very hard to keep the horny instinctual side of her at bay and not jump on top of Ron and stuffing his cock into her hungry pussy. Ron moved quickly into the bathroom and Anne soon heard the shower start. Anne got to work, quickly stripping the cover off the quilt and throwing it to the floor. Taking off Ron's jersey and her panties, she put them on the cover as she worked on the pillow cases and bed sheet. She could feel Ron's cum drying on her body, and it made her feel strangely giddy.

After pulling the bedsheets off, Anne felt stupid as she stared at the waterproof bed protector her and James got when they was trying for the twins to stop them ruining mattresses. Oh well, she needed to get the sheets washed anyway. Grabbing the cum stained cloths into a bundle, Anne made her way to the laundry room. She would not normally do it naked, but she still had cum on her body so her bathrobe was out, and nobody else was in the house.

As Anne made her way downstairs, she could not help but constantly breath in the heavy musky smell of Ron's semen. In the Laundry Room, Anne lost the internal battle of wills, and kept Ron's jersey and her panties out. Looking around, she pulled her panties to her face and licked the rear, the side most impacted by Ron. Anne could not help the moan that left her lips at the taste. Semen should not taste this good, but she couldn't argue with the truth. Before Anne realised it, she had shoved the entire panties into her mouth as she sucked out the cum.

Grabbing Ron's jersey, she put her hand inside it, before bringing a cum covered side to her pussy as she started to rub herself.

'God what am I doing?' Anne thought to herself, before sucking on the panties as she pressed two cloth covered fingers into herself. 'Oh it feels so good though.' Anne moaned around her panties. It didn't take long for Anne to suck her panties clean and bring her next orgasm, her rushing juices mixing with Ron's cum on his jersey.

Once the aftermath passed. Anne slowly pulled her hand away from her pussy, before pulling out the panties from her mouth. She felt a strange mixture of regret and pleasure at what she did. Putting the panties and jersey to one side, she set the bed sheets to wash before heading up stairs.

She entered her bathroom to see Ron finished with his shower, a towel around his waist as he checked his face in the mirror, looking for his first hair or a zit Anne didn't know or care. Ron saw her in the reflection before whipping around in disbelief. Anne stood there completely naked. Down Anne's left side, the side she slept on, was still covered in Ron's mostly dried cum. Ron's eyes went down to Anne's groin area, covered in more streaks of cum that he would not expect, considering he fired it up her back. Her pussy lips were still wet and slightly open, giving Ron his first true view of her pink insides as her she no panties, no matter how slim, in the way.

Anne blushed as she felt Ron's gaze, and his rising erection covered by his towel. She looked into the mirror to see her own reflection, including the fact her body was still significantly covered in cum, but her eyes focuses on two spots, around her mouth and pussy, spots where there should be no traces of cum unless Anne did something naughty. Like in the laundry room. Anne felt her pussy getting wetter as her arousal grew, she had to stop this.

“Do you mind getting the bed sheets out of the cupboard and setting the bed, seeing as your clean.” Anne felt a bit naughty, and indicated to her body. “Unlike me.”

“S-sure.” Ron gulped out, before with great strain he looked away from Anne's divine form and went to the only cupboard, filled with towels and spare bed sheets, grabbing what he needed. Ron walked out the bathroom, not looking back despite every urge telling him to.

Anne smiled at Ron's behaviour, knowing he wanted nothing more than to look. Turning on the shower. Anne got ready to clean herself off, including putting a towel on the railing.

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After making the bed, Ron went downstairs to the kitchen, he really needed a drink. Knowing Anne's usual morning routine, he grabbed some oranges from the fridge and to the juicer to make some fresh OJ. With that done, Ron started to make some breakfast. Considering it was Sunday, Ron decided to make some pancakes.

Anne later walked into the kitchen, a scowl on her face, but dressed pretty normally. A pair of jeans and a fairly tight baby blue cotton tee shirt. Ron was still missing his shirt, and did not want the wear the black turtleneck on its own, he did have an apron on however.

“Smells good.” Anne said, getting Ron's attention and dropping the scowl from her face.

“Just some pancakes.” Ron looked around, and noticed the steel box in Anne's hands. “What's that?”

“Some space centre stuff James just asked me to drop off at the space centre due to him being in Florida longer than expected. Thing is I don't have time due to having to go to the hospital to finalize my change in shift pattern for the next few weeks.”

“Oh. We.” Ron coughed. “You still doing that?” Anne smiled at Ron.

“Despite the messy wake up Ron, I'm more than happy to continue our sleeping agreement.” Anne smiled dropped. “That is... if you are.” Ron blew a sigh of relief.

“Phew, I thought you would have been mad at me for making a mess.” Ron said as he served up the last pancake being cooked. Ron took the big plate of pancakes over to the table, which Anne saw was already covered with all the toppings. She thought it was too much, but remembered how much Ron could eat. Anne blushed as the part of her dream of her being Ron's breakfast came back. She didn't notice Ron come back to her and pick up the Metal box. It was a safety box, but quite light. “M'lady, breakfast is served.” Ron did his best posh accent, before moving off to put the box on a counter. “And if you want I can take this for you, haven't got much else to do with my day.”

“Thank you Ron. I really appreciate it.” Anne said as she slid into her seat. “If there is anything I can do you for you in return... just ask.” Anne spoke, the last part barely a whisper but one that Ron heard. His own dream came back to him as he imagined Anne bent over the table, with Ron using the various pancake fixings and them=n licking them off Anne.

“N-No big.” Ron forced out, shaking the image from his head. “Always happy to help, you know that.” Ron beamed his usual goofy smile. A comfortable silence settled on the duo as they began to eat their pancakes, Ron at triple the rate of Anne, but he made plenty. Anne loved Ron's food, it tasted delicious and she would have to get him to make something else. Anne licked her lips at the thought of a chocolate cake. It's been so long since she ate anything unhealthy due to her diet, these pancakes being the first deviation in years, but she made to use plenty of fruit instead of syrups or jellies.

Anne was full from her fourth pancake, she felt her work pager go off, pulling it off her belt, she frowned.

“I got to go sooner than expected, wait here.” With that Anne got up and left Ron alone. Who sped up the eating of the pancakes not wanting to waste them. “Slow down before you choke.” Anne spoke when she returned a few minutes later. “Here.”

“What's this?” Ron asked after swallowing his food, he saw a latter and a key.

“The letter is the details for the delivery to the Science Centre, some Dr. Porter and that is a house key, so you can lock up when you are finished.” Anne smirked at the last bit. “And enter whenever you want, don't keep me waiting tonight.” Anne winked at Ron before walking away, adding extra sway to her hips as she grabbed her doctors coat and left the kitchen.

“Damn... she is too sexy.” Ron spoke to himself, before turning back to the food. “Waste not want not.” Was all he said before digging back in. He finished all the food and cleaned the dishes before leaving with the metal box, making sure to lock up.

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Ron rode to Middleton Space Centre on his scooter after going home for a fresh set of clothes, and a proper wash and shower.

“Hiya Frank.” Ron greeted the security guard who he met many times on his visit to the place. “Still not retired.”

“Shut it young un, still got plenty left in me.” the old guard grunted back playfully before getting serious. “What you doing here. Dr Possible is not here.”

“I know, I came to return something for him, here.” Ron handed the letter Anne gave him, it had simple instructions. Frank opened and read the letter.

“Alright let me scan the box.” Frank asked, as Ron braced his scooter with his feet, the box having been in between them and lifting it up for Frank to scan with some weird gadget. “Yep the box has been coded in by Dr Possible like the letter said, wait a moment.” Frank searched around his security booth before handing Ron a guess pass. “You know how it works, scan it on the door, I see your big ears on my camera and open the door for you.” Frank teased Ron.

“Hardy Har.” Ron mock laughed as he took the key, this back and forth was common between them and no harm was intended. “Just open the gate you slow old man.” Ron watched as Frank started to move in super slow motion. “OK for real, unless you want me to piss here, open the gate and let me in to use the bathroom.”

“Spoilsport.” Frank chuckled before opening the gate to let Ron into the space centre. He did not say anything else as Ron knew all the rules.

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Ron had finished his business in the bathroom, and was now walking through the Space centre, he knew he had to go to the robotics section, but is now lost, and few people were in the building due it being a Sunday. Finally Ron saw a janitor cleaning the floors.

“Excuse me, can you point me to Dr. Porters room?” Ron asked. The janitor said nothing but pointed to a door down a long hallway. “Thanks?” Ron said as the janitor kept working, moving past Ron. “Wonder what his problem is.” Ron asked himself before moving onwards. Reaching the door, Ron knocked, but got no response except the dull thud of his hand on the metal doors. Pulling the pass out of his back pocket, Ron swiped it against the lock. Ron saw the camera turn to him, before focusing back down the hallway and the door opened. “Hello?” Ron spoke, walking into a small area, messy with many robotic parts around. Hearing no answer, Ron shrugged his shoulders and put the box on table clear of enough mess. “Now to leave her a note... where is a pen?” Ron asked himself, looking around.

Ron could not find a pen, as Dr Porter used advanced tablets to do her work, but Ron did not know that as he walked around. Soon he reached a closed door with a weird humming sound coming from it. It was not keypass locked like the others, because if you was in through the first door, you either belonged or such security could not stop you and it was a waste of money. Pressing the button to open the door, Ron found Dr. Porter, and remembered why that name seemed familiar.

Dr. Vivian Francis Porter, the robotic genius Ron and Kim helped awhile back, was currently strapped to a metal table facing Ron with a ball gag in her mouth, and two robotic clearly pumping back and forth between her legs.

Vivian screamed when the door opened, the act of getting caught triggering her orgasm. The machine she built detected this, and slowly turned off, pulling free of her pussy and ass as the straps holding her down opened.

“I-I'm so sorry.” Ron spoke quickly turning around to not look. “I just dropping something off for Dr Possible and couldn't find you and....” Ron began to speak quicker and quicker in fear, and soon Vivian could not understand what he was saying. She was mortified and embarrassed at first, but as she got up and pulled her lab coat on to cover her nakedness, she realised she could not blame Ron. It was partially her own fault for testing her latest toys at work, and honestly she did not think James would respond so fast being out of state.

“It's okay.” Vivian spoke. “It's not your fault.” Vivian coughed. “Where is the box?” Ron still had his back to her.

“The other room.” Ron pointed through the doorway he was still stood in.

“Right, well let me check its all there and then you can go.” Vivian said professionally, she should put her pants back on, but she was still dripping wet and would have to clean herself first, she sadly did not have spare clothes besides lab coats. Ron started to walk into the room, and Vivian followed a safe distance away. Ron led Vivian to the box. Vivian grabbed a tool on the way, to scan the box, verifying the right codes and that it hasn't been opened since James last used it.

“M-May I ask what you was doing?” Vivian heard Ron nervously ask behind her, she put the scanner down with a sigh.

“Work.” Vivian said simply, not wanting to go into details.

“That's work?” Ron asked stunned. “I thought you did robotics?”

“I do, and some people are really into the idea of sex robots.” Vivian turned to see Ron's mouth open in a giant O. “And I got stuck with the job.” It was far from her worst job, but she still felt as she was chosen for a specific reason. She blushed as she realised she was not supposed to be testing them on herself, but to get or hire volunteers.

“But why?” Ron was confused why any would want to do it with a robot, then again he had real and negative experiences with robots, usually made by evil geniuses.

“Why what?” Vivian asked.

“I mean why would people want to have a robot?” Ron was honestly confused. He was thinking on Anne's body from the bathroom this morning, there was no way a robot could beat that.

“Some people do not have the luxury of human partners. Remember the fact I had a boyfriend I built myself once?” Vivian reminded Ron. Although that older model had zero pleasure features.

“I never understood that, how does a woman as beautiful and smart as you struggle to get a boyfriend.” Ron said causing Vivian to sigh.

“Because most men do not like a woman smarter than them, or who focuses more on her work than anything else.” Vivian said, turning to look at Ron.

“Weird. I'm so used to everybody being smarter than me though I guess.” Ron rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. “Does it work like you want it to?”

“What?” Vivian snapped back, not believing Ron asked her a question that intimate.

“I mean.” Ron clearly looked down Vivian's body, and the glistening tanned thighs emerging from under the coat. “It looks like it worked.”

“Why do you care?” Vivian asked tiredly. “Want to be filled with a robot dick?” She was snappy and not in the mood.

“Eww no.” Ron waved his hands away. “Just been reading some books, wondering if there is any point if a robot can do everything a man can do.” Ron said honestly. He honestly feared Betty would replace him with a robot.

“What books?” Vivian asked as Ron named them off, impressing Vivian. She tried to get her last boyfriend to learn from those books after reading the reviews, he sadly didn't care to learn and Vivian had not been with a man since. “You have nothing to worry about then.” Vivian said.

“Why not?” Ron was really curious. Luckily for him, Vivian was in a good enough mood from her recent orgasm to not go completely against her nature, as most scientists loved to talk about their work.

“Look, I could only show considering how you learn and.” Vivian trailed off, noticing the bulge in Ron's pants, it was quite sizeable. Instead she sighed, as she scientific mind argued with her horny half. “Do you really want to know?” Ron nodded. “Follow me.” With that Vivian took him back into the other room.

Ron followed behind Vivian, and with the coat tied tight across her waist, could clearly see the big round ass barely covered by the white clothing. He could also see the trail of her juices that ran down her leg. Vivian stopped by the table she was previously strapped onto.

“As you can see.” Vivian began talking, getting Ron's attention on the table and the robotic limbs dangling from the ceiling. “It is still far too big for home use, but at least the orgasm detector worked and released me when I was done.” Vivian explained.

“Wait you orgasmed when I entered?” Ron asked. Vivian blushed as she thought that was obvious. “Also, why is there two dildo's?” Vivian's blush spread further.

“Eh... One's for the pussy and ones... for the... anus.” Vivian got quieter with each pause, but Ron clearly heard her. “And yes, I did climax when you entered.” Vivian continued. “But it still is not as good as the real thing.” Vivian said.

“Why not?” Ron asked, he was trying not to think of the two sizeable dildo's pumping into Vivian's meaty rear, so asked the first question that came to his mind.

“Because they are still cold metal, well.” Vivian pointed to the one that was in her pussy. “That has a synthetic material similar to skin, but it still is not the same.”

“Why?” Ron continued to press. Vivian bit her lip, glancing down at Ron's pants and clearly seeing the bulge there.

“If you take out your penis I could show you.” Vivian could not believe she voiced that idea out loud, Ron's eyes turning to look at her as he processed the information.

“O-Okay.” Ron said nervously, dropping his pants and quickly stepping out of them. Vivian felt her pussy grow wetter at the size of the monster standing erect between Ron's legs. She reached up to grab the metal dildo, the one that was in her ass, and brought it closer, the robotic limb following seamlessly.

“Come here.” Vivian commanded, as Ron stepped closer. “Feel this.” She pointed the metal dildo at Ron, was slowly touched it. He could feel the lube on the slightly cold metal. “And this.” Ron breath hitched as he felt Vivian grabbed his penis in her hands, her fingers not fulling encircling it. “Feel both.” Ron did as he was told, holding his own cock in one hand and the metal in the other. “Can you feel the difference?” Vivian asked.

“Y-yeah.”

“You see, a real penis is hard, but soft, hot, but not burning and in the end release a substance that helps trigger a females orgasm. All of those things we have not been able to replicate.” Vivian instructed, staring at the cock twitching in her hands. “So as good as the robot is, it will never be as good as a real human.” Vivian finished.

“Oh, phew, women around the world wont reject me due to a superior sex bot, thank god.” Ron said in relief, he honestly feared that. He heard Vivian giggle.

“Trust me with this.” Vivian squeezed Ron's cock. “I'm sure you're irreplaceable, if you learn well from those books.” Vivian teased at the end, before letting go of Ron's cock.

“So why are you using the robot then?” Ron asked, stopping Vivian cold. “I mean your such a sexy woman, surely you can find somebody...” Ron was silenced by Vivian's hand over his mouth.

“Most men want a trophy wife, something I will not be, as such I decided to focus on my work. And if I have to test it on myself to get some release I will not be judged by a teen.” Vivian all but hissed at Ron, before pulling her hand away from his mouth.

“I was not talking about that. What about a fuck friend?” Ron suggested. “I cannot imagine any straight, single male turning down such an offer from yourself.” Vivian could not believe the size of Ron's balls to say such a thing. Not literally although they are big, but metaphorically.

“Is that an offer?” Vivian asked with a raised eyebrow at Ron, who just realised what he said and blushed.

“Ah, no but well, I-I would definitely not say no.” Ron stumbled out, looking away from Vivian.

Vivian was staring at Ron, or specifically his dick as she thought it over. Every counter point she made against the idea, the simple thought of 'but look at the size of that cock' made it seem worthless.

“How far have you read into those books?” Vivian asked, making Ron look back at her.

“Err half of the first one. Mostly about oral skills. What's the name again.” Ron quickly spoke, entirely to himself at the end. If he was focused on Vivian he would have sure the small shudder in her body as the trail of juices down her legs shined more from a fresh wave of arousal. “Why?” Ron really was clueless.

“Well if you are offering to take the role of a fuck buddy for me, you need the skills.” Ron's eyes snapped back to Vivian as she said that. She was unbuttoning the top of her lab coat, opening it to show Ron her cleavage. Vivian continued to open the button as she asked. “Well, do you want the role?” Vivian asked in a low seductive voice.

“Y-Yes.” Ron said, full of eager nerves. He watched as enough buttons were undone for Ron to see the bottom of Vivian's large tits.

“Well then, let's get comfy shall we.” Vivian stopped undoing her coat, but turned around, and with an extra sway in her hips, walked away from Ron. “Follow me.” Ron needed no further prompts, leaving his pants behind as he followed behind Vivian, eyes locked on her swinging ass. Vivian stopped before a chair, her least successful creation. It was designed for a woman to recline with her legs spread, while a robotic tongue licked them out. Sadly the tongue was a complete failure. Undoing the last button, Vivian opened her coat up before climbing up and taking a seat, her legs spread open before Ron's eyes as she rested her feet on the rest.

“B-beautiful.” Ron breathed out. Vivian's tight pink pussy and ass was still slightly gaping from the rough mechanical fucking they just went through, her pussy dripping juices down her anus and into her ass crack. Her opened thighs were also shiny from her arousal. Ron's eyes went to Vivian's hands, which were each tweaking a large pink nipple.

“Well, if you think so. Take a knee and show me what you learned.” Vivian breathed out sensually, rubbing a hand down her naval, past her smooth groin and spreading her pussy lips open further. Ron needed no further prompts to kneel between her open legs, getting a strong smell of Vivian's arousal assaulting his senses. Vivian pressed a button or two, making the chair drop slightly and move closer to Ron's face. “Well OH!” Vivian moaned as Ron didn't wait any more, burying his face into her groin, the hand that was spreading open her grabbing the back of his head. “Oh yeah that's a good boy.” Vivian moaned as she felt Ron's tongue penetrate her for the first time.

Ron felt Vivian massage his head, as his tongue swirled inside of her pussy. Sealing his lips around the slightly gaping hole, Ron sucked in the delicious juices, moaning into Vivian's pussy as his mouth was flooded. He felt Vivian buck against his face, as she pressed him harder against her. Smiling at doing the job right so far, Ron tried to focus on everything he read in the book, which was harder than normal with strong smell of Vivian's pussy making his head spin. Pulling his tongue out, he trailed it up Vivian's pussy, before flicking her clit with his tongue and then sucking lightly on it.

“Do you like the taste?” Vivian moaned out. She felt a 'Yuh huh' vibrate against her pussy as Ron spoke in the affirmative. “Ooh, don't talk with your mouth full.” Vivian lightly admonished, honestly not caring if he did. She pushed Ron's head down lower. “Don't forget about my ass. Don't worry is clean. You saw the dildo in my ASS!” Vivian screamed out she tried to explain, but Ron's tongue was already buried in her ass, wiggling around. “Oh yes, that's what mummy likes.” Vivian moaned out, rolling her hips to rub her sex against Ron's face.

Ron had no problem licking Vivian's ass, not after doing it for Betty. The thought of Vivian's holes just being filled with fake cocks and her still wanting him spurned him on. Her hole was slightly looser than he remembered Betty's being because of said fake cocks, but that did not bother Ron in the slightest. Vivian's moans as he massaged her abused ass with his tongue was making Ron feel awesome. His lower chin cushioned by Vivian's fat ass, rubbing against him slick with her arousal felt amazing, along with the deep breaths he is forced to take through his nose, which Vivian is currently rubbing her pussy against, her lower lips parting for his nose.

Ron felt his head pulled back, his tongue still stuck out and an expression of immense satisfaction covering his face, shining with Vivian's juices. Vivian's pussy and ass flexed and twitched as she was felt with a surge of arousal taking in the sight of Ron's thoroughly fucked face.

“Do you like that?” Vivian asked sweetly.

“Yes.” Ron spoke like a drone, his brain still swirling from the lack of oxygen due to breathing in the sensual smell of her pussy for so long.

“Good, would you like to return and do it some more.” Vivian were rotating her hips slightly, making her holes move in circles, enrapturing Ron.

“Yes.” Ron sounded again, his mouth still open and his tongue slightly drooling, from his saliva or left over from Vivian's sex nobody knew.

“Well.” Vivian let get of Ron's head, and with both hands spread wide, grabbed her lower ass and pussy lips. She spread them open, revealing her inner pink glory to Ron fully. A surge of pre-cum clearly popped out and dribbled down Ron's cock before Vivian's gaze, making her lick her lips. “What are you waiting FOR!” Vivian screamed, as Ron managed to plant his face back in her pussy, pushing her away her hands and burying his face in her groin as his tongue buried itself in her pussy like a torpedo. He moved so quickly she didn't even get to finish her sentence.

Vivian's eyes opened wide as she clutched her arms rest tightly, her first climax caused by Ron rocking her powerfully. She tried to postpone it by making him stop for a bit, but she unleashed an animal. His tongue was every where, it seemed mindless yet guided, as it left no spot untouched for long. A lowly throat scream of a moan built in Vivian's throat as her body continued to rock through its climax caused by Ron's over worked tongue. Every flick to her clit, every plunge into her pussy, every slurp and suck of her lips, Vivian shook a little, and with how active Ron was she was practically vibrating against his face, which along with her erotic moans only encouraged him.

Taking a quick, but deep breath after pulling back, Ron dove back in, this time his tongue buried in Vivian's ass and causing her to actually scream aloud again, but a deep throaty scream instead of a high pitched one. Ron could feel his dick ready to explode from just how erotic she sounded and how good she feels and tastes. With his nose once more buried in her shaking pussy he could breath deep the intoxicating scent of this blonde bombshell of a woman. The way her tanned skin shone like light bronze due to the sheer mess he made with her juices, which covered his face so much just pushed him closer to the edge. Ron lightly pulled the ring of her asshole into his mouth, sucking on it with his tongue still buried in her ass.

“FUCK YES EAT THAT ASS!!!” Vivian screamed out, rocking her hips out more to thrust her ass deeper against Ron's face. Her climax finally passed, but it already felt like she was on the cusp of her next one. She could not believe how good this young, apparently inexperienced man was at orally pleasing her. She definitely hit the jackpot with this one, especially with his cock, tongue, and willingness to learn, she was definitely keeping him. His body and character were far from bad as well. “Would you like to be mummy's new pet.” Vivian purred, her hands now stroking Ron's head and causing him to look up at her, barely visible past her pussy lips and heaving breasts. “It involves a lock of work servicing my holes whenever I require.” Vivian purred.

“Yes please.” Ron spoke into Vivian's ass, not that she could hear, considered how muffled he was by her cheeks and swollen pussy.

“If that was a yes, lick once.” Vivian purred, and smiled like a chat when Ron licked once and went still, besides the gentle suction of her asshole. “Good boy, now make mummy cum again and you can finish however you want” Vivian promised with a purr, rubbing her hips into Ron's face before she relaxed again, her arms on the rests waiting for the wild ride to commence. She did however wrap her long legs around Ron's head, trapping him against her sex. Ron took that as a sign to continue as his tongue started to plunge and twirl into her asshole, pulling out like a corkscrew. “Oh yes baby.” Vivian moaned out with a tiny squeeze of her thighs around Ron's head, before the next wave of pleasure starting to rock her, the beginning of the storm of pleasure about to rock her.

Ron was actively rubbing his face against Vivian now, incredibly turned on by what she said and offered. He really could not believe his luck, but he was willing to do whatever it took to keep it, and half drowning in pussy and ass was a pleasant reward by all accounts, and her offer at the end, Ron felt his cock go painfully hard. He could finish wherever I want. He'll be honest if he didn't say he was slightly panicked about what to do with his cock in her holes, he hasn't learned a thing about that, yet. Ron felt his head being squished so lovely against Vivian's thighs that he all he could see from the little light was up Vivian's body, past her tweaking her own nipples, to her half lidded eyes staring at him with such a dark, happy expression as moans kept coming from her throat, she tried to keep them in by biting her lips. She bit them so hard they was slightly red and swollen. Ron looked down to the wetter, more swollen lips in his face.

Vivian gasped as Ron pushed up, his tongue flicking up out of her ass before plunging into her pussy, his nose somehow perfectly circling her clit. Vivian felt her body freeze up as a crescendo of pleasure, not a mere wave, built up in her and slowly but surely rocked her body with pleasure. Ron's tongue once more was every where, but not just her pussy this time, he made sure to dip his face down and give her asshole some attention too for a few moments before pulling up, his nose stimulating her pussy all the while. The one part of Vivian still capable of thinking, was wondering if Ron was just trying everything because he didn't know better, or he didn't know anything and was just whirling around in madness guessing what to do. The hornier version of her thought Ron just loved to taste her that much he could not get enough of her glorious sex.

“I-I'm... close.” Vivian purred out, not knowing why she said that, but Ron decided to change things up truly to bring her and him over the edge. He stood up, lifting Vivian's legs from his shoulders as he stood, pulling his face away from her sex. “Wha.” Vivian slowly said, unable to get it out before Ron closed her legs vertically up, and thrusted his hips forward. “Fuck!” Vivian screamed and moaned out in pleasure, but her still open eyes widened in disbelief. Ron was not buried in one of her sweet holes, instead his cock was buried between her thighs and pussy, his balls having slapped her asshole. “ Did you.” Vivian tried to ask him if he missed, but was shocked silent as Ron stared to rapidly move his hips, grinding his hard, rigged, veiny and pulsating monster of a cock along her pussy, each deep thrust causing those large cum laden balls to smack her asshole and pussy.

Ron did not miss, instead he took inspiration from his dream with Anne. Although in stead of fucking Anne's ass trapped in holey yoga pants, he was fucking Vivian's pussy trapped by her wet thighs. A mixture of his pre-cum launched from his cock, landing between the valley of Vivian's breasts, Ron saw that and started to thrust even harder, the feeling of Vivian's pussy rubbing the underside of his cock while cushioned was softly yet tightly between Vivian's thick thighs. Ron could feel his climax approaching from all the temptation of late but no release. He tried to hold on like the book told him, but it was too much, and Ron erupted, still pumping his cock between Vivian's thighs.

Vivian's eyes and mouth opened wide as she climaxed, the stimulation too much, just in time for Ron's first eruption of cum to reach her face. The first load forced her to close her right eye as most of it landed there and on top of her head, the second spurt was almost bullseye, hitting the upper lip. Vivian's mind exploded with pleasure as her mouth and nose was filled with Ron's cum. She swallowed reflexly, only for another shot of cum to land in her open mouth the second she swallowed. She just shook in pleasure, swallowing and gagging around the unbelieving amount of semen Ron had pumped out onto her so far. Her stomach was full, it filled like she had a solid tube of cum all but constantly sliding down her throat, which only turned her on all the more, as at least it felt like one hole was being filled, if in a different way.

Ron just watched, his final few thrusts bringing out the last few squirts he had. He could see the gurgling cum filled throat of Vivian, constantly move as she swallowed what was the last of his cum. Her upon body and the chair around her were plastered an almost equal coloured white with the sheer amount of jizz every where. The only place not covered were her legs, although from Ron's thrust there was plenty that dripped down her pussy and ass, covering the floor beneath Ron's feet. Although Vivian soon changed that by licking her lips clean. For a moment, both just stayed like that, breathing deeply in the aftermath of what was the greatest climax of both of their lives. Ron's cock slowly started to soften.

“Well... That was intense.” Vivian finally spoke, although still had to move. “Can you get a napkin or something and clear my eyes. Wait.” Vivian brought her hands to her mouth, and licked and sucked them clean of cum, before using her hands to clear her eyes, bringing the cum to her mouth. “I'm sure cum is not supposed to taste this good.” Vivian said with her scientific mind, but right now she was too properly fucked to care, and just started to clean herself up, licking herself and scooping her up cum to her mouth. Vivian heard Ron chuckle, making her blush and stop. “What?”

“Nothing, all that mummy and pet talk earlier, and with what you are doing now, reminds me of a cat cleaning itself.” Ron said with a smile on his face, letting Vivian's legs drop back into the holsters. Vivian smirked, her face mostly clean, but still streaked in cum.

“Maybe I'm your Mummy Pussy, making you my pet kit.” Vivian purred, before bringing her hand down to her pussy, she scooped up the mixture of her and Ron's sexual juices, erotically moaning from the taste.

“That's so hot.” Ron said. Vivian smirked. “But I got to go...” Vivian's smirk left, before she sighed.

“Yeah I suppose I got to get back to work.” Vivian looked around. “Hey, who knows, maybe you can help me perfect my sex robots by giving me a real human to measure them up to.” Vivian said. Ron blushed, looking back at the DP machine.

“Another time... sadly.” Ron admitted.

“Well the showers this way, sadly they are crappy government funded stuff, so no kinky shower time fun.” Vivian pouted. Ron moaned.

“Aww.” Ron suddenly brightened up. “I got my house to myself next few weeks, if we want to try something.” Ron looked around. “More homely.”

“This is home to me.” Vivian said reproachfully. But she eased up knowing his point, her shop was a mess. “Still. Follow me.” Vivian climbed out of her chair and lead Ron to the showers. By the time she got out, having to do a more thorough job of cleaning herself, Ron was gone.

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AN: I imagine a lot of you are mad at me right now, but the whole point is for Ron to slowly work up to full intercourse, which is of course, coming next chapter, the return of Betty! That being said, I imagine to be going the slowest with Anne, just to truly draw out the fun of tease scenes with those two. It's harder than you think for me to stop writing when I'm getting into a scene.
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