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Changing the Grade	By : Magmos Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 59956 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Yeah, I still own nothing.
Sorry for the holdup folks! Real life is an absolute bitch sometimes!
Before we get into the fic, let’s respond to some comments.
shrike8675309: Thanks for noticing that error! Cleared it up as soon as I saw your message. That said, I might use those ideas later on. At the very least that one with Bonnie’s sisters.
Snake1980: You actually got a fair bit of this chapter’s setting in that post. Not quite exact though.
Lunarsilver: She might! (BTW, that face is called Ahegao. Leave it to Japan to come up with a name for that.)
El_Heffe: He might. Not really too familiar with that series though, and I am actually TRYING to remain somewhat true to the source material (Barring the changes required for a smutfic like this.) so I’d have to do a fair bit of homework first.
Discounting the Cost (Monique Edition)
To many, shopping malls are a variety of things. A place to socialize among friends, to find the latest fashions, to enjoy foods you would have trouble finding elsewhere, and so much more. To Anon though…
“C’mon Mr. Mus, you’re falling behind!” Bonnie, clad in a black micro-dress with matching high heels, shouted behind her as she marched through the food court.
“Well of course I am,” Anon spoke in a strained voice. “I’m the one carrying all the bags!”
The mall was where he got to live as a pack mule for his girls whenever they came there.
“So, tell me again why we’re here?” He grumbled in a frustrated tone.
“Well,” Bonnie began in a casual voice, “after what you did to Tara’s panties, you had to buy her a new pair, and since you didn’t want to go through a women’s underwear store (can’t say I blame you by the way) one of us had to come with, and Kim had a mission while Tara is still getting used to all this so I’m the one who had to come with.”
“Yeah I get that,” Anon said in a much more aggravated tone, “but what I don’t get is why we’re still here, nor why I’m carrying a lot more than underwear!”
Bonnie just shrugged. “Well since we’re in the area I figured we’d get some shopping for me done.”
“So why do I have to lug this crap around?”
“Well I know our arrangement doesn’t make you my boyfriend, but I’d say you’re close enough to count. Plus, I DO have plans to hit up the summer wear for some swimsuits. I’d figure you’d like to help me pick one out.”
Anon paused for a moment to process that information. “I am too easy to manipulate I swear to god.”
Bonnie just giggled a bit before leading the two of them into a certain store known as Club Banana. Easily one of the more popular clothing stores in the area for teenagers, but to Anon it might as well have been an empty garage. There was one thing that stood out for him though.
“Excuse me?” Bonnie said out to the apparently unstaffed store. “We could use some service here!”
“Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on Bonnie,” came a voice from the open backroom door. “I’ll be right there.” Soon after strode out a tall, dark skinned young woman with long wavy hair tied back in a ponytail, dressed in one of the latest fashions from Club Banana (In this case an orange dress with a mini-skirt that did a great deal in showing off her legs and curves with black high heels). This was Monique Fox, and if you haven’t realized just why I’m putting so much emphasis on how she looks, then I have to ask how did you get this far without realizing what you’re reading?
“About time Monique,” Bonnie spoke in an annoyed tone. “What were you even doing back there anyway?”
“Organizing Bonnie.” Monique spoke back in an equally annoyed tone. “That’s something those of us with jobs DO.” She then noticed the third party in the good Anon standing nearby. “Mr. Mus? Never thought I’d see you in here, let alone acting as Bonnie’s pack mule. How the heck did that happen?”
Anon let out a small sigh. “She discovered the easiest way to manipulate me.” He spoke in a rather humiliated tone.
Monique raised an eyebrow at that before turning to Bonnie again. “So, are you gonna tell me how you managed that or is this one of those ‘you must find out for yourself’ sort of things?”
At that, Bonnie looked Monique up and down. Before her thing with Anon and the others got started she’d never really considered giving other women a second glance. These days however, she’d found herself more open to possibilities, and oh how Monique presented some WONDERFUL possibilities. A very nice face, large breasts, long smooth legs, and a rather nice and plump ass.
And before anyone says anything, yes, I’m fully aware of the stereotype of having the black girl have the booty. I’m sorry, but SOMEONE had to fill that particular niche. Granted it could’ve been Tara, but buttslut is a fetish all its own.
“Um, Bonnie? Are you okay?” Monique asked with an uneasy tone. “You’ve been kind of staring at me for a while now. You’re starting to drool a little bit too…”
Bonnie quickly composed herself. “Yeah, sorry! I was just thinking back to the great coffee shop. Anyway, I’d tell you but we’ve got a bus day ahead. Did the new swimsuits for the season come in?”
“Yeah, let me just show you.”
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Soon after, Anon found himself going through what had to be the high point of his day so far. Bonnie trying out a variety of skimpy swimsuits. One pieces, bikinis, string bikinis, slingshots (One of those came with thigh high “fuck me” boots), and even this one rather daring ensemble called a Venus that was composed entirely of a few well placed gems and some string, all of which was clinging to Bonnie’s curvaceous form and driving the educator nuts.
At the end of it, Anon was left waiting outside the dressing rooms trying to get a grip on himself while Bonnie slipped back into her micro-dress. Unable to handle the stress anymore, Anon finally decided to peek into the room only to see, to his eternal disappointment, that she’d just gotten the dress on. Bonnie’s voice then went out.
“Hey, Mr. Mus. I have a question for you.” She spoke in an uncertain tone.
Anon jumped a bit before answering. “Well l I wouldn’t be much of a teacher if I didn’t answer my student’s questions now would I?”
“Well…” she started in the same tone, “it’s about my sisters. Connie and Lonnie. You taught them before right?”
Ah. There was a pair of names Anon was MORE than happy to forget about. One was a daft bimbo, and while the other had some brain power it wasn’t NEARLY what she thought she had.
“Yeah.” Anon said in a tone that reminded Bonnie of the last time someone ate something rather bitter. “Yeah I taught them.”
“Did…did you have any ‘extra-curricular lessons’ with them too?”
At that, Anon had to rub the bridge of his nose to try desperately to fight off the oncoming migraine. “Yeah, I did. Both of them.”
At that, a moment of silence passed before he started hearing light sobs coming from the dressing room. Anon, concern overriding any other sensibilities, peeked in to see Connie sitting on the bench of the dressing room, staring at the floor and attempting to hold back sobs.
“I knew it.” She muttered. “I just can’t win with those two can I? They beat me in everything else; of course they’d beat me to you as well.” She then curled into herself and began shaking. “They’re probably better lays than me too.”
At that, Anon couldn’t take it anymore. He entered the dressing room, but failed to lock it properly in his haste, grabbed Bonnie’s head by the chin, and pulled her up so she could look him in the eyes.
“Bonnie,” he began in a particularly stern voice, “I’m only going to say this once, so listen. Yes, I slept with your sisters, but I can honestly say that was easily one of the biggest mistakes I ever made.” Seeing how she’d stopped crying he opted to continue. “Lonnie had grades that, I can say with full certainty were MUCH worse than yours, and she offered to sleep with me to up her grades. But rather than do anything, she just laid back and had me thrust. Nothing else and it never even OCCURRED to her to try anything else. As for Connie, she was just as bad. She just wanted to show off how much ‘better’ she was, and I had to put up with her going on about how smart she was all throughout the whole thing. I fucked them both ONCE and them gave them passing grades all year just to make sure I didn’t have to deal with them again.”
At hearing that, Bonnie stood up and put her face closer to Anon’s, tears brimming in her eyes as she put her hands on his chest. “R-really?”
Anon put his hands on Bonnie’s hips and began rubbing them through her dress. “Really Bonnie. I may have fucked your sisters first, but you’re the one I keep coming back too.”
At that, Bonnie lept forward, mashing their lips together and wrapping her legs across his waist, necessitating Anon grabbing onto her ass to hold her up, pushing her into a dressing room wall to maintain leverage. Bonnie broke off the kiss to stare at Anon’s eyes before talking again.
“Fuck me Anon. Right here, right now.” She demanded as she ground her thong clad crotch against his stomach. Anon’s only response was to return to the kiss, their tongues forcing themselves into each other’s mouth, gentle moaning echoing through the stalls.
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It was at this point that Monique, returning some items to their racks, heard some odd noises coming from the dressing room and opted to investigate. “Probably another kid trying to sneak out with a shirt again…oh my!” As she entered the stall area where she managed to see Anon and Bonnie engaged in their rather passionate make out session. “Well, I guess that explains how Bonnie managed to get Mr. Must to help her.” She then saw Anon raise up one of his hands to the back of Bonnie’s dress and pulled down the zipper, which was soon followed by the top half of her dress.
“Alright Anon,” Bonnie began in a lust filled voice, “I need you to get me ready for that special treat I give you. “ Anon then sat down on the bench so Bonnie could raise herself up until her now bare breasts were at face level to him. He wasted no time in practically assaulting her more than generous tits, his hands all but mauling them as his lips began trailing across them both anywhere his hands weren’t, his kisses smacking through the stalls alongside Bonnie’s moaning, while Bonnie herself wrapped her arms around her head.
“”Ohhh yes…Anon c’mon.” Bonnie groaned through the pleasure “I wanna taste you, but you know I need your help for that…” Anon then let go of Bonnie’s tits and returned his hands to her ass, rubbing and groping it while he then turned the full attention of his mouth to her chest, this time with an emphasis on his tongue, liking all across her chest, leaving a light sheen of saliva as it went. “That’s it Anon,” she purred, her lower half grinding against him, “get me GOOD and wet above and below.”
Now, Monique probably should’ve stopped this LONG ago, if only so that she didn’t have to clean up the inevitable mess they’d leave behind, but there was just something about the scene before her that was just keeping her from turning away. The tingling region in her nethers was probably a good a cause as any though. Her hand then slowly slipped under her skirt and started stroking at the tingling.
Bonnie, having had enough of Anon’s ministrations, pushed his head away from her breasts and shimmied down till she was kneeling in front of him. She then moved her head to the side as she began rubbing the crotch of his pants.
“Heh heh.” She chuckled ”Did you think I was gonna fall for that twice?” She then undid his pants, releasing his beast upon the world.
“Holy shit!” Monique thought to herself. “Is this guy part horse or something!? How does he not pass out when he’s hard!?” Unbeknownst to Monique, her hand had started frigging herself harder at the sight of Anon’s shaft.
Bonnie then began running her hands over Anon’s slowly expanding erection, stopping at the tip and letting her fingers gently rub it. “You know, I still have no idea how Kim and Tara do it. Where Kim shoves all this when she sucks you off is still beyond me, and Tara’s ass has to be made of rubber to be able to take this.” She then replaced her hands with her warm and damp mouth, sucking noises echoing throughout the stall along with her moans.”
“Well we all have our talents Bonnie.” Anon said as his hands drifted towards her chest. “I’m pretty sure these allow you to do things neither Kim nor Tara can do. “ He then started tweaking her nipples, causing her groans to echo louder until her mouth came off the head of his dick with a pop. Bonnie smiled at him as she placed her breasts around his cock, alternating between them which one would go up or down, Anon moaning in bliss the whole time.
Bonnie then started sucking on his head again while tit fucking him, which when combined with how worked up he already was from the impromptu fashion show, that was enough to push him over the edge, cumming into her mouth with a mighty grunt. Bonnie took it in stride, swallowing each load he pumped into her with nary a thought. After she swallowed the last load she pulled back, releasing her breasts grip on his member. Rather than back away though, she started licking and sucking on his cock again, returning it to full mast after a bit of loving.
Monique was more than a little stunned at the sight. “Geeze, no refractory period for this guy huh?” Bonnie then lowered the rest of her dress, showing a thong clad ass, before moving the bottom of it to the side and placing herself on top of Anon and plunging herself onto him in one smooth stroke, their hips meeting in a loud wet smack. “Oh yeah!” She groaned, “I never get tired of this!” She then began riding her teacher, their grunts and moans mixing with the wet slapping as Anon rose his hips to meet Bonnie’s falling ones.
Monique by this point was little more than a puddle of lust with an actual puddle of her juices forming below her, her fingers stroking furiously at her cloth covered clit, the sight of the couple driving her more and more.
After letting Bonnie take the lead for a bit, Anon then grabbed her ass to stop her ride. Before she could argue against that, he stood up, still inside of her, and moved her against the wall of the room. He then began thrusting into her, the two of them slamming against the wall.
“OH YES ANON!” Bonnie shrieked, her legs clinging to Anon’s back. “GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME HARDER!” At that, Anon started thrusting harder, the walls of the stall actually rocking a bit, causing Monique to tumble in, though apparently going unnoticed by the rutting teacher and student.
“OH! OH! OH YESSS!” Bonnie screamed as her pussy clamped down, and as Anon slammed her into the wall in one last thrust, pinning her there and their combined juices mixed on the ground below them.
They both stayed there for a moment attempting to catch their breath. Seeing a moment to leave before she got caught, Monique attempted to crawl out of the stall but was stopped cold by Bonnie’s voice.
“So did you enjoy the show Monique?” Bonnie panted out, amusement clear in her voice.
“Crap! Busted!” She then turned her head towards the two, still on her hands and knees with a nervous grin on her face. “Hey you two! I was just looking for my contact lenses! The both fell out and I can’t see a thing without them! Not to mention I lost my hearing aid recently too! What rotten luck huh?”
Judging by the looks on the other two’s faces, they honestly weren’t buying what she was selling right there. In a desperate attempt to scavenge some dignity, Monique stood up and straightened out her dress. “Fine, you caught me. But seriously you two, what the hell is going on here!? I mean, you’re a teacher and student for god’s sake! And you said something about Kim and Tara being involved with this, I mean MMPH!”
Monique’s questioning was cut off as Bonnie moved in, and kissed her, wrapping her arms around the darker skinned woman, their breasts mashing against one another. After a long while Bonnie broke it off, leaving Monique quite breathless. “Hmmm.” Bonnie moaned. “I’ve been wanting to do that since we walked into the store. Anyway, yes, me, Tara and Kim are all getting our brains fucked out by Anon here. It started off as a grade thing, but…well after the first time none of us could stay away.” Bonnie then smiled wispily. “In fact, I have no shame in admitting we belong to him now.” She then reached under Monique’s skirt and started rubbing her drenched panties causing the clothed woman to jump a bit. “In fact, I’d say you’re hungry for a taste as well. How about it?”
Monique took a moment to try and sort her mind out before coming to a decision. “Head to the back room and wait for me there.” She said in a quivering voice. “I just need to lock up the store real quick.”
Bonnie just let out a small smirk before motioning at Anon to follow her. As they went to the back room, Bonnie whispering to Mr. Mus and shaking her hips all the while, leaving Monique with her thoughts as she closed up shop.
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“What the hell am I doing?" Monique thought to herself in a panic, "This is easily the craziest thing I’ve ever even considered doing, and I’ve acted as Kim’s sidekick on her missions when Ron couldn’t make it! I mean, risking my job to close up early to fuck my apparent manwhore of a teacher? This is probably gonna be the biggest mistake of my life!” She then entered the backroom to see Anon sitting on a box, his erection at full mast. “Then again, we DO learn more from our mistakes than anything else. She then closed and locked the door as Anon stood up and strode to her.
Right as Anon reached her; he pulled her against him and pulled her head upwards to look right at him. “You know Monique, Bonnie and I had a rather interesting discussion about you and your personal life. She claimed that you have a lot of difficulty going beyond first dates. Why is that?”
“I-it’s because trying to find someone w-who isn’t a complete wuss is rather hard.” Monique stuttered as Anon’s musk started to enter her nose. “A-all the boys…”
“And I think that’s your problem Monique.” Anon interrupted her as he moved the hand that had been keeping her face up to the back of her head as his remaining hand went downwards to her sizeable ass. “You’ve been going after boys, when what you need is a man.” He then pulled her head forward, forcing his lips against hers and cramming his tongue down her mouth as Monique let out a muffled squeak.
“Oh god, oh god, my knees are shaking, my knees are shaking, how is he doing this!?” Indeed, Monique’s legs were quivering from the sensation of someone this dominate taking charge like this, her fluids literally dripping down her legs as she moaned through Anon’s forceful kiss. Anon decided to take things up a notch, moving the hand that had been resting near Monique’s ass and placing it on her chest, groping and rubbing at her breasts before just gripping at the top and yanking it open with one pull, sending buttons flying and revealing her lacey bra clad breasts.
Monique managed to get enough willpower to force Anon off of her. “H-Hey! This is my favorite dress! Take it easy on will yooooOOOOH!” Monique’s complaints were cut off by Anon’s hand moving again, this time to the inside of her panties, roughly stroking her drenched cunt.
“Which concerns you more Monique?” Anon said to her in a condescending tone. “Keeping your dress, or getting fucked?”
It amazed both Bonnie and Anon that Monique actually had to think about that before answering. “Agree to replace the dress and you can go nuts.” She said in a rather determined tone.
Anon let out a chuckle at that. “Maintaining priorities even in this kind of situation. No wonder you’re actually passing my class. Fine.” He then grabbed the torn front of Monique’s dress with both hands and started yanking it more, splitting it right down the center, revealing the rest of Monique’s body as the remains fell to the floor. “Now, on your hands and knees. There’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”
With a shiver of delight, Monique did so without question, wondering what her teacher had planned. Her curiosity was quickly answered via said teacher yanking her lace panties down and placing his member between her cheeks. Rather than entering either of her holes back there though, Anon simply started thrusting in the cleavage of her ass while one of his hands went back to stroking her pussy.
While all of this was going on, Bonnie had taken up lounging on the boxes of inventory, gazing at the couple while enjoying her own ministrations. Gentle gropes of her tits while stroking her cunt while Anon and Monique’s moans mixed with her own.
Monique, while not getting much from Anon’s thrusting, couldn’t deny the man knew EXACTLY how to work his hands. That said, she’d be lying if the sensations of his hips meeting her ass was enjoyable in its own way, the slapping noises in particular getting her moist in anticipation for something he seemed to be refusing to do.
“Hey,” she spoke in an aggravated tone. “Think you could hurry it up back there Mr. Mus? You fingers are nice and all, but I’m ready for more, and the hot-dogging isn’t doing much for me.”
Rather than say anything, Anon instead grabbed her bra by the straps and started yanking it back towards him.
“OW!” Monique yelled out. “Mr. Mus, what the hell are you doing!?”
Anon didn’t answer, instead pulling harder and harder until the telltale sound of cloth shredding echoed through the room, and Monique’s bra came flying off of her, revealing her rather stacked breasts to the world of the supply room.
“What the HELL Mus? OOF!” Before Monique could yell more, Anon quickly pressed down on her back, pinning her to the floor.
“Bonnie, could you help me here please? I believe miss Monique needs a lesson in discipline, and I need help administering it.
Bonnie quickly walked over to the two whereupon she pressed her hands down on Monique, keeping her from squirming away and freeing Anon to put his legs on Monique’s own after removing her panties. He then took the remains of Monique’s bra and, after a bit of struggle, managed to tie her arms to her back with them, and used her panties to tie her legs together. After which, Bonnie then got off of her while Anon held her steady against him.
“The fuck are you two doing!?” Monique shrieked in fury. “Let me go right now!”
Anon simply stroked her long dark and curly hair, almost in an affectionate manner. “Monique,” he began in a lecturing tone, “I thought I made it clear that what you need is a man when it comes to these situations.” He then moved his hand to her ass and began stroking it gently, “In my experience, girls like yourself need discipline, because while a man will take requests, he will not take orders unless he wishes it, and Monique?” He then lifted the hand that had been on her ass up high. “I do not wish it.” With a mighty swing, he brought his hand down on her generous ass with an echoing smack followed by a shriek from Monique.
The following minutes were filled with such noises, mixed with Monique cursing or sobbing in place of her screams as Anon spanked her again, and again. However, when the pain got to be too much for the poor girl he ceased, instead gently and tenderly stroking her ass with one hand while gently rubbing her clit with the other, and her screams, curses, and cries turned to moans, praises, and pleading for more. After a few minutes of this, he returned to the spanking, but this time a fair bit gentler, the smacks still echoing in the room but not nearly as sharp. He kept doing this for a long while until Monique was left a babbling mess. At this point Anon untied her limbs and positioned himself at her entrance.
“Now Monique,” he began still in a lecturing tone, “what do you want me to do?”
“Plsh fut meh.” She mumbled in her haze.
“What was that?” he questioned as he began rubbing himself against her cunt, slowly prodding her.
“Pless fuch meee.” She groaned.
“One more time.” He teased as he reared back.
“Please fuck me Anon! I NEED IT!”
And with one smooth thrust, he slammed himself inside her, causing Monique to shiver throughout her body as she came right from said thrust, her pussy quivering like jelly around Anon.
“Holy shit!” Bonnie said at the sight. “Never seen anyone lose it on the first one before!”
The rutting couple just ignored her as Anon began thrusting like a man possessed into Monique, no gentleness or tender mercy, just constant harsh thrusting as her breasts rub against the carpet, the two moaning their pleasure to the world as they went, Anon’s hips practically crushing Monique’s ass as their meeting causing a mixture of liquids sloshing and skin slapping against each other.
“Oh Jesus Anon!” Monique screamed out as Anon thrust inside her. “I swear you’re gonna split me in half!” Anon then grabbed one of her legs and flipped her so that they were facing each other.
“I put this thing into the ass of a girl much shorter than you.” He said in a determined tone as he lifted up her legs and put them on his shoulders, thus granting him an easier time to go deeper inside her. “I’m pretty certain you can take it.” He then resumed his thrusting, Monique throwing her head back and screaming as he plunged deeper in her than any other man had ever been, their hips recreating the sounds that had been made previously.
“Oh god,” Monique moaned, “Anon, I-I’m…CUMING!”
With one last mighty thrust, Anon came deep inside on Monique’s body, filling her with his seed as she came, clinging to him desperately as the two moaned their bliss at the sensation. Eventually they both came down from the high, Anon pulling out of Monique as the two looked each other in the eye. Anon then lowered his lips to hers in a passionate, yet not nearly as forceful kiss. They soon broke it, after which Anon offered her a question.
“So, think you’d be willing to join our little group?”
Monique smiled before answering, “Just tell me ahead of time when we meet up. Wanna make sure I bring my cheap clothsooooH What the hell Bonnie!?”
Bonnie had taken up a spot in between Monique’s legs, and was currently licking deep inside the other girl in a desperate attempt to get at Anon’s cum deep inside Monique with her slurping echoing through the room.
Anon just chuckled at the sight. “Sorry, I forgot to mention. Bonnie is pretty much our official cleanup crew. She just LOVES my taste. Especially when it’s mixed with the others.” He then crawled above Monique till his member was at Monique’s face. “How about you get a taste and see how you like it?”
Monique just opened her mouth which Anon took as an agreement, lowering himself into her mouth and gently face fucking her. The noises the threesome made echoing throughout the room.
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Thankfully, due to Kim’s mission going in rather weird directions, the mall was evacuated some time before they entered the Supply room, so Monique failed to get in any noticeable trouble. The same could NOT however, be said for Anon’s credit cards. Damn but if that girl didn’t have expensive tastes.
He’d got to his grave claiming it was well worth it though.
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