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Tara's Revenge	By : Auldguii Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of the characters portrayed, nor do I profit from this story. It is a parody.

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“Clothes shopping!” Ron wailed as Monique took him by the hand and led him into her clothing store.
“Ron, stop complaining. You’ve been wearing that same stupid outfit since sophomore year. Kim said it is time to update your wardrobe, we both promised her we would and you know that what our little Kimmie wants…” Monique started.
“…Kimmie gets,” Ron finished the line and surrendered to the inevitable.
“Fortunately for you, we can do this after hours with no one to bother us and I’ve borrowed stuff from a bunch of other stores,” Mon continued getting excited about the task at hand, fashion, “we are going to make you look good boy!”
Monique disappeared into the back and Ron realized there was no escape. Kim had been bugging him for a while to dress a little nicer and last night she dropped the ultimatum on both of them. When Mon reappeared carrying two glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels, Ron decided that it might not be all bad.
“Here, let’s have a drink,” Monique said pouring each of them a dose, “No one says we can’t have some fun while we do this.” And then lifting her glass to Ron’s she continued, “A toast; to dress up fun with Mon and Ron!”
Ron just smiled, clinked her glass and downed his drink in one gulp. Monique followed suit and poured them another round, “This one we’d better sip, we don’t want to get carried away now do we?”
Taking his hand again she led him to a large rack of clothes which she had assembled for his perusal. They started going through it picking a few things that might work and discarding others on first glance. They laughed at some of the stuff and the whiskey certainly helped warm them both to the task. Ron took a few outfits to a dressing room and started to try them on, coming out for Monique’s opinion on each.
“Boy, this is silly you going into the dressing room, just change out here. It will be much faster; otherwise we’re going to be here all night!” Monique ordered hands on her hips.
Ron blushed, “but Mon I don’t…”
“Come on Ron, we’ve all seen you in your boxers.” She argued, “How many times have you blasted your pants off with that grappling gun?”
Ron turned away and seeing that he was still hesitating Monique continued, “oh for Pete’s sake, here maybe this will make it easier for you,” the girl reached behind her back unzipped her dress and shook out of it and in a sweeping motion tossed it aside, “there now we’re both in our underwear does that make you more comfortable?”
The boy tried not to stare, but it wasn’t easy. Monique was standing there in a white lacy bra which left her big dark nipples very visible and tiny cotton panties with a heart on the front. Ron had seen Monique naked before, but that was a several years ago (and another story) and she had certainly grown up since then with soft round curves and surprisingly large breasts. He took another sip of whiskey, “Okay, I guess I can do this,” he gasped.
“Do you mean do this,” and the girl gestured to the clothes, “or do this,” and she pushed her tits together and gave him an exaggerated wink?
“Let’s stay focused here Mon, we don’t want to do anything foolish” Ron pleaded.
“Alright then,” she replied tossing a pair of pants at him, “try these on and let’s see how they look.” Now it was her turn to take a drink.
They went through quite a few outfits like that accepting some, rejecting most. Ron struggled to keep his hard on tucked into his waistband as Mon would alternately stand close behind him adjusting his clothes and looking over his shoulder in the mirror, or bend over in front of him giving him a great view of her nice round rump. As they continued to try on clothes and drink the Jack Daniels, Monique got more ‘hands on’ in the dressing and undressing of Ron and he worried less and less about the consequences of what might happen.
After trying on one particularly flattering outfit which that had both decided was a keeper, the raven haired girl stepped up very close to Ron her bra touching his chest. Looking up at him she unbuttoned the shirt, slipped it off his shoulders and tossed it on the good pile. Still smiling up at him she opened the trousers and slowly tugged the zipper down allowing the baggy pants to sink to the floor while her hands reached inside his boxers and gently gripped his rock hard shaft.
“Uh Mon,” the boy protested feebly. Tying to step away, he tripped on the pants around his ankles and fell backward into the pile of rejected clothing, his cock pointing skyward. Monique fell forward landing on her hands and knees and when she looked up, she was starring right at little Ron. Then she started to laugh, which made Ron laugh. She crawled up next to him, flopped on the mound of clothes and threw and arm across his chest, “We are sooo drunk,” she said between giggles, “and I am soooo gonna screw your brains out,” and she burst out laughing again.
Ron had totally surrendered to penile cranial inversion by this point. The girl’s laughter made her tits bounce and sway and Ron wanted her bad. He pulled her over on top of him and she pulled her legs up to kneel over his cock her hands on his chest. The boy reached up and opened the front clasp on her bra and smiled as her tits sprung free. Swinging before him, he couldn’t help but kneed them.
Monique closed her eyes, gave a soft moan and brought her face down to meet Ron’s, her hair falling all around him. The first kiss was tentative almost tender, each of them had thought of this moment before but now that it was here they hesitated, only briefly. Quickly the kisses became more passionate and then their tongues met, twirling around each other, bring deep moans from the girl. Ron’s hands naturally gravitated to that fine ass, softer and rounder than Kim’s, causing Mon to growl a little and grind her crotch against his man meat.
Kissing and groping escalated into writhing and wrestling until as Ron pulled at her panties one side tore loose at the hip. The girl broke free from their kiss and looked down at Ron. “Oops,” he said a little sheepishly.
Mon just smiled, “That’s okay they are supposed to do that, I got them from your girlfriend!” Sitting upright she snapped the other side free and pulled the wet cloth from between her legs. Putting it to her face she sniffed the remains of the garment, “Mmmm that’s good, would you like a taste?”
The boy nodded his head and slipping his arms between her legs he slid down until she was straddling his face. With one long lick of her pussy and a quick thrust of his tongue Ron got things started catching a slight flavor of cinnamon. Monique shuddered, “Kimmie said you were good,” and she used her fingers to spread her lips, “lets see if you are better than she is down there.”
Ron used the mental image of KP snacking on Monique’s pussy to motivate him as he twirled his tongue around until a loud gasp told him he had found her happy spot. Working her clit with renewed energy, Ron soon had the girl gasping and clutching at herself. While his hands passed lightly over her body, Monique grabbed the back of his head and held him up against her snatch, her hips thrusting back and forth over his outstretched tongue. Faster and faster she went as Ron hung on for the ride, until she could no longer control herself and the dark girl fell over on her side her legs up a finger buried in her love hole. But Ron wasn’t done yet, without hesitation he plunged his face back between her legs and pushing her hand away found her clit with his tongue again.
Firmly attached, the boy sucked and licked with an intensity inspired by the thought of Kim doing the same thing. Mon bucked her hips uncontrollably until she gave a loud, “Oh yeah baby boy,” and then surrendered to a shuddering orgasm with a string of incomprehensible words and groans.
When her eyes fluttered open she was greeted by Ron’s smiling visage hovering over her, “better than Kim,” he asked?
“Different technique, same wonderful result,” Monique whispered, still catching her breath, “now give me something she can’t,” and she opened her legs wide.
Ron deftly guided his shaft to her opening and pushing in met more resistance than he had expected, “Mmm nice and tight, I like that.”
“Yea, just be gentle with that big ol’ meat stick,” Mon said with a gasp.
“Slow and easy, that’s my motto,” he replied softly kissing her and pushing in just slightly deeper. Gradually he gained access as she loosened up and his thrusts became longer. Mon dug her nails into Ron’s ass signaling her readiness to take even more, so he shifted his position rising up on his extended arms and with a deep thrust filled her tight pussy only to slowly withdraw before sliding home again. The girl had her head thrown back, back arched, making little whimpers with each thrust, her big firm tits bouncing in rhythm. “Oh Mon, this feels so good, I don’t know how long I can last,” the boy groaned, filling her with another plunge and starting to pick up the pace.
Opening her eyes Monique focused her attention on Ron, “I want you to cum on my tits,” she commanded, “do that and I’ll give you another treat.”
Ron just smiled and fucked even faster, making the girl gasp and writhe underneath him until he could hold back no longer. Seamlessly he pulled out and shifted his body up, his throbbing dick pressed between her breasts which she obligingly pushed together for him. The feeling of those great tits wrapped around his cock (better than even Bonnie’s he thought) and the look of lust on Monique’s face as she lay with mouth open in anticipation of his load was more than he could contain. With a soft, “Oh baby,” he pulled his cock free and sent the first stream of cum across her mouth and clear up to her forehead.
Grabbing little Ron in her soft hands, the dark girl stroked him vigorously directing the next jet into her open mouth. Pointing it at her jugs she continued to milk him as Ron groaned in pleasure sending load after load coating her big dark nipples and pooling between her tits. Pulling him toward her she managed to get her mouth on the tip of his cock and suck the last of it before releasing him with a smile. Using a finger to wipe the cum from her face, she seductively licked it off, “Kim was right you do taste really good, and I want some more. Stand up boy and let me suck this thing.”
She was still stroking his semi hard dick, but when she suggested that and then licked her lips, he could feel himself rising to the occasion. Rising to his feet and leaning back against a table, Ron’s head spun as Monique kneeled in front of him. Tentatively licking his shaft she moaned a little and then opened wide, taking just the tip in her mouth. After a minute of awkward oral, Ron realized that this was not something Monique had much experience with, because she clearly didn’t know what she was doing. Reluctantly pulling her face free, he put a hand under her chin and turned her face up towards his, “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” Ron said quietly.
“No, no I want to, I really do it’s just...” the girl started, “Well I’ve only blown a guy once before, and well, I’m really more into girls than I am into guys.” Then her smile brighten and she grabbed Ron’s dick and gave it a playful lick, “But tonight I really want to do this and seeing as I gave you a lesson once, maybe you can teach me how to give good head!”
It took Ron a moment to process all this new information, but he did have this naked girl kneeling in front of him, eager to learn so he took a deep breath and plunged in (so to speak). After a few pointers and lots of encouragement her technique improved dramatically. Not close to Kim or her mom, but good enough to have him rocking and groaning, “Oh yes, Mon much better, keep it up and you’ll get a mouthful real soon.”
“That’s what I want,” she purred and started again with renewed enthusiasm.
Ron gathered up her luxurious hair and used it to pull her farther onto his throbbing member until the sensation overtook him, “here it comes,” he warned as the girl stroked him with one hand and sucked the head in anticipation. Without a sound the boy released the first load, followed in rapid succession by more and more. Monique’s eyes opened wide as she tried to keep up with him, stroking and swallowing the thick cum she had been begging for. Finally he was done and with a little pout she slipped his softening cock from her mouth, gave it one more lingering kiss and then lay back on the floor. “That was good,” she said running a hand between her legs and slowly making circles around her clit. “I almost got off just feeling you cum in my mouth,” she continued, rubbing more vigorously now, “in fact I think I will.”
Ron stood watching in amazement as she worked herself into a frenzy. One hand worked wildly at her cunt while the other pinched and pulled at her swollen nipples. Moaning and arching her back she began to writhe on the floor and Ron could tell she was getting close. Wanting to get a closer look, the boy knelt between her legs and grabbing her ankles pulled her legs up and apart.
The sensation of someone watching intently while she masturbated only ratcheted up Monique’s intensity, but when he nibbled at the inside of her thigh, she fairly burst into another long orgasm. Ron stared intently as her pussy lips twitched and pulsed, leaking fluids around her probing fingers. Unable to contain himself the boy pushed two of his fingers into her sweet cunt and slowly rotated them as the girl continued to thrust and jerk against them. After a time she slowed down and then rolled slowly to her side and curled up shivering just a little. Ron lay down behind her pulled her hair from her face and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
“That was impressive,” he whispered in her ear interspersed with kisses to her neck and shoulders.
“I’ve never had a boy inspire me like that,” she said softly, relaxing a little, “no wonder Kim is so happy.” They continued like that for some time, gently touching, Monique turning on her back, kissing, stroking, rekindling the passion. Gradually they transitioned into a 69 with the dark girl on top slowly sucking Ron’s cock back to full erection while he lapped the juices from her snatch and caused her to squeal with delight. Unable to stand it any more she rolled off of him and stood over him, offering her hand. Pulling Ron to standing she kissed him deeply, “boy, I want you to fuck me,” she growled and then she turned around and pressed her backside against him, “fuck me like this.”
The blonde boy reached around and firmly gripped her tits as he allowed his shaft to slip between her legs. Bending her forward across one of the clothing tables, he moved his hands back to her ass and spreading her checks, guided his shaft into her trembling pussy. She was so nice and tight that he couldn’t help but groan as he pushed deeper, lifting her feet slightly off the floor. Monique matched his groans with soft grunts and muttered words of encouragement, holding to the edges of the table.
Ron was deep within her now and he held steady for a minute as she wiggled slightly and her cunt squeezed his cock. The with a slow retreat and fast forward stroke he commenced to fuck this tasty black girl, shoving into her snug hole and listening to her cries of mounting pleasure, until she was begging him, “Oh yea boy, faster, harder, get me there YESSSSSS!”
As Ron pounded her from behind, he rocked faster and deeper until the girl began to buck and scream wildly. Holding her hips he pushed in deep and held on for the ride, just barely able to keep from cumming. Once she calmed down again Ron resumed pumping her dripping snatch, which was now accepting all he had to give.
“Oh boy, you are so good,” the dark girl whisper, “I think it’s time to see what you learned from that lesson I gave you.”
“What?” At first Ron didn’t catch the hint, but then she passed him a bottle of ‘Fenton Lube’ (cinnamon flavored) “Oh! Booyah!” This was definitely going to be a night to remember. Squeezing a health glob of lube on her backside Ron worked it slowly in and out first with one finger and then two as the smell of cinnamon and sex permeated the room. “You ready for this?” he asked quietly placing his tip at her asshole.
“Mmmm I want you,” she cooed reaching back to spread her cheeks.
The boy pushed in just an inch as Mon whimpered at the intrusion. Remembering his lesson he held still a moment massaging her lower back and waist until he felt her relax and then he pushed deeper, “Oh yeah, that is good,” he groaned as he started to pump her backdoor. Slowly at first and then with longer strokes as her whimpers turned to high pitched grunts, Ron fucked her ass, enveloping both of them in the aura of his mystic powers. With steady thrusts he pumped away losing himself in the sensations of his cock in this girl’s tight fanny.
Monique had moved her hands around and was working circles around her clit. She was being lifted off the floor again and Ron’s energy was rapidly bringing her to yet another orgasm, “Oh yea boy, you definitely fuck my ass better than Kimmie does. Now cum in me, give it to me boy,” she gasped pushing and rocking in time.
As the words formed a mental picture in Ron’s head, of KP giving it to Monique from behind, the last of his control faded away and a huge smile crossed his face. With a soft ‘booyah!” he gripped her hips and unleashed a torrent deep in the black haired beauty’s ass. Pulling back just a fraction he thrust forward again, jetting another load of cum even deeper and groaning in ecstasy.
Monique was close, but when she felt little Ron swell and then felt him cum deep in her backside, she was overwhelmed, the mystical energy lifting her to new heights of sexual release. She was writhing and begging Ron to give her more as he continued to pump away, trying to comply with her demands. After what seemed and eternity they were spent and collapsed to the floor in a sweaty heap. There they lay in each others arms, caressing and kissing until their breathing returned to normal and they were still.
“Did KP really do you in the ass?” Ron asked with a smile.
“Just the thought of that really got you going didn’t it?” Mon replied.
“I mean, I guess I just don’t know…” Ron trailed off hoping for an explanation.
Monique reached up and kissed the sweet boy, “I guess you’ll just have to join us some time, if you want to find out how it works.”
It was very late as Ron finally made his way home and he never gave a thought as to what Kim was doing that night.
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