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Let's Do It Again	By : Doug4422 Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 40325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part VIII
Marcella

Ron was now sitting on the patio again, when the emergency door opened, and Marcella walked through, looking ten times sexier than she had the last time, the Latin beauty was wearing a purple lace see thru teddy, that he was pretty sure, her parents had no knowledge that she owned.

“Oh . . . my . . . God.” Ron said, letting out a long, slow whistle.

“Glad you like it, I hoped you would.” Marcella said, almost jumping into Ron’s arms, as soon as their lips made contact, Marcella grabbed his head into a death grip, and all but refused to let go.

“Damn, girl, don’t you ever come up for air?” Ron asked, finally breaking the kiss, and gasping for air,

“That’s how the cheer squad does so well, breath control.” Marcella said, giggling slightly.

“With a lung capacity like that, you can’t lose.” Ron replied, making the Latin beauty laugh.

Ron pulled back to take a more appraising look at Marcella as she opened the clasp the kept the crotch closed on the one piece garment, she then removed her arms from the straps, allowing the top of the garment to fall over her breasts, he took all of this in, examining every inch of the body that was slowly being revealed to him, as he looked, he noticed something that he hadn’t noticed before, she had a small mole on her right hip, partially obscured by the patch of dark hair that covered her mound, the Latin beauty’s hips swung out a little wider than Bonnie, and she was well built on top, not quite in the same league as Kim, Bonnie, Tara, and Shego, but real close, he walked slowly up to Marcella, who was never able to take her eyes off Ron.

Marcella was entranced by Ron, his every movement, the body that he kept hidden under a variety of baggy clothes, the well formed abdominal muscles that contracted with his every movement, the well-toned chest, his heavily defined legs, his arms that seemed to have grown to twice their size since his freshman year in High School, and last, but definitely not least, his massive shaft. He had filled out nicely, growing gracefully into manhood, and all this, from a guy that, at one time, was no wider than a bean pole.

“Why do you always hide what you got?” Marcella blurted out before she could stop herself.

“Well, I like clothes with a little room in them.” Ron commented, suddenly, Marcella felt embarrassed.

“I feel sooo dumb for asking that question.” Marcella mumbled,

“Don’t,” Ron commented, “you’re not the first, and I doubt you’ll be the last.”

“Who was the first?” Marcella asked.

“My trainer, Kim, Bonnie, and a few others.” Ron replied, making Marcella smile.

“You lift?” Marcella asked.

“Three times a week, for the last two years.” Ron replied.

“I like what I see.” Marcella said, now rubbing her patch against Ron’s crotch, Ron suddenly caught Marcella’s lips with his, and the two began a heated kissing session, but that was only the beginning.

Ron broke the kiss, much to Marcella’s chagrin, and slowly worked his way down the Latin beauty’s body, again, attempting to find all of her pleasure zones, he quickly hit one, as his mouth brushed lightly over her breasts, Marcella moaned lightly, and held Ron’s head in place for a few seconds, before allowing him to move even further downward, and to her patch, once his face made contact with her nether lips, she squealed, and melted onto the floor, where Ron began to work some of his magic, sending Marcella on a high she had never felt before.

‘Good Lord, what he’s doing to me.’ she thought, as she ran her hands through Ron’s hair, holding him in place where he was, she felt Ron lean up slightly to catch his breath, and continue onward.

Ron had taken in the smells that defined Marcella, the strong smell of perfume that hit his nostrils when he had first held her tonight, and the smell of fresh-cut berries caught his nose as he had worked his way to where he is now, and the smell of berries still lingered in his nose, as his face dived once more into her patch, sending the Latin cheerleader back into bliss.

The young cheerleader had begun babbling in Spanish, but Ron could make out every word she had said,

“Madre de Dios, este perfecto.” she moaned, Ron smiled, he had never told any of the cheerleaders that he was fluent in several different languages, and Spanish was one of them.

“Gracias.” Ron commented, as he pulled his head up from Marcella’s patch, the young Latin cheerleader looked down at Ron with surprise on her face.

“You understood?” she asked, Ron nodded, as he stopped what he was doing.

“I speak Spanish.” Ron said, smiling.

“Tu excellente.” Marcella said, as she pushed Ron’s head back into her patch, and began a motion that pushed her mound hard into Ron’s face.

Ron smiled, as he pulled his face out of Marcella’s well-clipped patch, and asked,

“Name the position.”

Marcella smiled, as she walked over to the dresser, and sat down on it, smiling,

“Get over here, lover, please don’t keep me waiting.” she said, as Ron crossed the room in three quick steps, he took Marcella into his arms, and guided his shaft into her, she let out a soft, but nevertheless, audible sigh, as Ron sank deep into her, this had the added effect of setting Marcella off into a string of sighs that got somewhat louder as Ron started a rhythm that soon, she was matching.

“Goddamn, girl, pace yourself.” Ron said, as Marcella began wildly bucking into his crotch.

“I don’t want to, my God, this is intense.” Marcella replied, Ron frowned slightly,

‘Too intense for her, and we haven’t got started yet, if she lasts ten minutes, I’ll be pleasantly surprised.’ he thought.

Marcella didn’t last five minutes, before the first wave of mind-blowing orgasm hit her, she pushed her body into Ron, and began positively screaming with pleasure.

“Dios mejo, you’re too much.” she said, still pushing her body tightly into Ron’s chest, he could feel his breathing become constricted, as Marcella tightened her hold on him.

“Marcella, let up . . . I can’t breathe.” Ron managed to gasp out. Marcella finally loosened her death grip on Ron, and moved with the flow that he was creating,

“Madre de Dios, this is too good.” Marcella moaned, as she matched Ron’s rhythm perfectly, she had settled down after her first orgasm, but she could feel another building up inside, coiling like the mainspring of an old clock, working its way into another Earthshattering climax, when it hit, it completely took her breath away from her, sending her spiraling out of control again, but this time, she didn’t grab onto Ron in a death grip, instead, she gripped the sides of the dresser, threw back her head, and let out an ear-piercing scream, Ron all but covered his ears when she hit a high that seemed to take forever to come down from.

‘Goddamn. She’s really getting into it.’ Ron thought, as he could feel his own release build up inside of him, he was beginning to lose his staying power, and he was wondering if there would be enough left by the time the last girl walked into the room.

Ron was able to hold out for another five minutes, before he finally let fly his load, sending Marcella into her third orgasm of the night.

“Madre de Dios, that was FANTASTIC!!” Marcella said, smiling back at Ron, who had fallen to his knees after drawing out of her,

“Thanks,” Ron said, his voice weak, and his eyes drooping.

“Are you getting tired on us?” Marcella asked,

“Well, let’s see, it’s almost three in the morning, and I’ve been up since six o’clock yesterday. I’m about three hours away from being up for twenty-four hours. Yeah, I think I’m starting to lose my staying power.” Ron admitted.

As Marcella walked into the room, she looked at Kim.

“I think Ron’s fading on us, Kim. He looks like hell.” she commented,

“He’s been awake for almost the whole day, Marcella. He’s just about reached the end of his rope.” Kim replied.

“Anything we need to do to keep him awake?” Shego asked.

“There is one way.” Kim said, snickering as she leaned into Shego’s ear, and whispered something, the olive-skinned beauty smiled evilly, and said,

“Now, that might just work, Kimmie, but are you sure that it’ll work now?”

“Positive.” Kim replied.

“Alright, let’s do it, then.” Shego replied, smiling.

Ron was crawling to the bed in the room, when he began to hear a howling coming from the next room, the emergency door flew open, and a baboon came flying through the open door.

“AAH!! MONKEYS!!!” Ron bellowed, jumping on the bed, and beating his hands against the bed,

“Shoo, go on, get out of here, KI-I-M!!” he hollered, as Shego entered the room.

“Sorry, Ron she kinda got away from me?” the olive-skinned beauty said, her face beet red with faked embarrassment.

“Y-y-you keep a m-m-m-monkey?” Ron asked.

“Maybe, we should’ve told you earlier, I couldn’t find anyone to watch her.” Shego replied, now pushing the baboon into the room next door, while Ron shook his head, trying to get the image of the baboon out of his mind.

Shego entered the room, leading in a baboon that she had brought with her, smiling widely from ear to ear.

“Well, did it work?” Kim asked.

“Kimmie, you are too evil, doing that to your boyfriend.” Shego said, the smile still in place.

“That’s the only thing that’ll wake him up quicker than a cold shower.” Kim replied, now laughing.

“Okay, Hope, you’re next.” Bonnie said, smiling.

“I think I should give him some time to recover from that heart attack you laid on him, Kim.” Hope replied, a huge smile on her face.

“Me too, oh my God, he’s gonna kill me when he finds out that it was my idea to release that baboon into his room.” Kim said, shaking her head, trying hard not to laugh.

For those of you that can speak Spanish, then I don’t need to translate, for those of you that don’t here it is:

Madre de Dios: Mother of God

este perfecto: that’s perfect

Tu excellente: You’re excellent

Dios mejo: my God

and, of course,

Gracias: Thank you

Yes, I speak some Spanish, not a whole lot, but just enough to understand what that exchange was all about, so, please, don’t send me any reviews in Spanish, because, more than likely, I’ll not read them if they’re not written in English, as that is my natural language.

As always, keep the reviews coming,
Doug
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