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The New Ron - Chapter 31 (NSFW)
🕑 Added 2024-03-01 04:06:23 +0000 UTC“So I totally don't get it,” Tara admitted candidly as she lounged on my living room floor flat on her stomach, feet bent at the knee and kicking in the air. “He just... left? Like, can villains even do that?”
“This one apparently can,” Kim nearly growled, her head tilted downwards as she worked on her social studies essay.
“To be perfectly fair and balanced,” I began, the joke flying over their heads, “villains usually do run away, but only after we beat them and the lair is about to self-destruct or their doomsday weapon is about to overload.”
“Which is how it works!” Kim cried heatedly, flipping her hair up in the kind of artistic move I had to believe she practiced. She held up her hands, pencil still wedged between two fingers while making wild gestures with her hands as she continued ranting. “There's an order to these things! Villain does crime, we track them down, get captured so they can talk about their evil scheme to a captive audience, break free, have a big fight, their plan goes up in smoke and then they run away!”
I clucked my tongue as I nodded. “That is how the narrative convention usually works.”
Tara simply blinked owlishly at us.
I shrugged. “It's this whole thing with unspoken rules and stuff. You'll get used to it if you join the team.”
Kim perked up at the mention of a lighter topic. “Did you decide on that? You've been mastering the training routines I gave you pretty well.”
Tara visibly hesitated, biting at her lower lip. “I mean, I want to. The things you guys get up to sound so amazing and everything, and I'd love to see more of the world. I've only ever been to New York and Chicago before.”
She sighed wistfully and Kim and I exchanged heavily-laden looks.
Off to the side, Rufus snorted and rolled over in his sleep as he curled up in a small blanket. He'd earned the rest with all the running around he'd done near Archer's base.
“Just so you know, it's not going to be all that glamorous,” I warned her. “Like, I have lost count of the times I have been bitten, kicked, or shat upon by creatures large and small.” I paused. “Also spat upon. Llamas are assholes like that.”
“It's a pretty dirty job,” Kim nodded, hiding a smile at my suffering, the traitor. “Even if you don't have to take a three-day camel ride to a remote desert base during the summer, there's a lot of wading through swamps, climbing up cliffs, and all sorts of muck and filth that gets everywhere.”
Tara stared at her in pointed disbelief, then looked to me. “How do you two stay so-so, stylish, then?”
Kim and I reflexively looked to each other again, this time each of us sporting an obvious blush. I cleared my throat as Kim seemed stuck on words. “Uh, in my defense, the whole stylish-thing has been a fairly recent development.”
My partner giggled and shook her head. “Ron and I have a whole routine we do. You would not believe how many of our missions are near oceans or seas, so we always pack this eco-friendly soap, shampoo, and conditioner. I literally cannot count the times we've had to strip down and jump in the ocean to clean off, then put on a new set of clothes and dab on some deodorant or perfume to cut the salt smell so that we don't get to school looking and smelling like a barn.”
I nodded sagely. “It can be pretty brutal.”
I could, and probably would write entire books about some of the shit that went on 'behind the scenes' of our adventures. If I ever did so, there was this one great story that would certainly make it in where I'd had to haggle with a dude in some Polynesian language using a translator whose only mutually comprehensible language was broken Portuguese.
We'd nearly come to an agreement on renting his motorcycle before realizing he was trying to sell us his daughter.
It was Tara's turn to blush slightly. “And you just skinny dip, right out in the open?”
I shrugged again. “Villain bases are usually pretty remote, so there's no one around to see and we take turns watching for trouble. Admittedly, sometimes we have to rescue each other from sharks or jellyfish, but we just try not to get too big an eyeful if that happens.”
Kim cleared her throat, her face nearly matching her hair. “Until recently, at least.”
I chuckled, took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Until recently, at least.”
Tara hummed, watching us as her own cheeks pinkened. Like a switch being flipped, though, her face firmed. “Okay, that's it. I'm coming with on your next mission.”
Kim and I blinked, flicked a look at each other in surprise, and turned back to Tara.
“Ah, Tara you don't-//I mean, don't feel like you have to-”
After jumbling our words for a moment, we both stopped and looked back at each other. I shrugged and made a gesture as if I were handing an invisible ball to her. Kim nodded and turned back to our mutual girlfriend. “Babe, don't feel like you have to join us running around the world or anything. If it's really what you want to do, go for it, but don't try to force yourself on our account.”
Tara shook her head. “It's what I want, I've just been chickening out so far.”
I shuffled closer to her on the floor and leaned into her. “And it's not at all about wanting to go skinny-dipping in the ocean?”
Tara giggled and playfully shoved me. “Okay, so it's at least a little about wanting in on that kind of stuff, too. I'll admit I'm kinda jelly, here.”
Kim smiled and army-crawled forward, stopping for a brief moment before leaning forward and pressing her lips to Tara's. Sensing the change in mood, I slid one arm around the blonde as I hugged myself to her and pressed my lips to the back of her neck.
Tara groaned into Kim's mouth, one hand clenching around my own questing digits and another caressing Kim's face gently. “Oh, god...”
“Mmm... you taste sweet,” Kim murmured, her voice soft.
Tara giggled slightly, “I was eating candy on the way over.”
Kim licked her lips, her green eyes flicking to meet my blue. I responded by simply pressing my lips to the nape of Tara's neck, making her shiver. “Wanna' blow off some stress, KP?”
Kim nibbled at her lip, suddenly anxious. “Ron, your parents...”
“Are gone until Monday, at the very least,” I replied, ignoring the sting at the reminder of how often that seemed to happen. Back when I was watching the show, Kim's parents made a kind of warped sense. Mr. Possible, especially, seemed like he was a high-functioning neuro-atypical. Mrs. Possible... less so, but she had her moments. Instances where she thought things were normal that very clearly were not, she just knew how to hide it better than her husband and, bluntly, it came across as charming because she was an attractive woman. It even showed through in the kind of faux-fifties Americana that they seemed to base their household around, like they were picking up bits and pieces of old-school media and throwing them in a blender before reconstituting them for modernity.
So, yeah, the Possibles made sense, if you cocked your head and squinted a bit.
Eliott and Andrea Stoppable, though?
They weren't bad parents, I'll say that. They were the kind of perfectly serviceable mother and father that, if they were your parents and you had grown up with them, you wouldn't be able to point to a single thing that they'd done 'wrong' or 'badly.'
It was only if you had experience with another family that you could really throw stones or point fingers. So... the Stoppable parents weren't bad, but I think they fell short of good by the same token. The way they went about things, somewhat robotically, made me wonder if there was some kind of checklist tucked away in a desk drawer that had neat little boxes for family events, child-rearing landmarks, planned vacations, etc...
At some point during middle school, they'd clearly decided that I was past the point of self-sufficiency and had started leaving me alone for longer and longer periods of time to pursue career options they'd had on hold. Which, to be clear, they did not begrudge me for in any way I could see, but it was also obviously a mechanical judgment on their part that I was 'old enough' and they'd done their part by making sure I had all the tools I needed to take care of myself.
Concern for my well being was... somewhat limited, is what I'm saying.
They'd leave a note on the fridge if they needed to go out of town, I'd have one or two meals in the fridge as an emergency holdover, some emergency money for pizza, but that was it.
It was extremely rare for them to prompt me about my day at dinner unless I showed up with a bad grade. Conversations were largely perfunctory. They didn't worry or insist on phone calls if I was going to be gone overnight somewhere.
Their parenting wasn't cold, just... lukewarm.
To return to the suspected hypothetical checklist... I think, 'Our Child's Globe-Trotting Adventures,' just wasn't on it. So they didn't think they had to deal with it. It wasn't part of The Plan, whatever 'plan' they were working off of.
It made me curious about why they adopted Hana, honestly. I wondered if they thought they needed a child at home once they became parents and didn't really know how to cope with me leaving for college eventually.
“I mean, we do need to get these essays done,” Kim hedged, even as Tara lunged forward and kissed her deeply, cutting her complaint off.
“We have a long weekend,” I soothed her. “Tomorrow's a teacher service day. We can do them then and we're already half finished.”
“Totally,” Tara stated, breaking off the kiss. “Don't you think we, like, deserve a reward for doing such a good job, Kimmie?”
My partner whined, but ceased her protests as I dove in for a kiss of my own.
…
“Fuck-Yes!” Tara cried out as I bounced her on my cock, her blonde hair flying as I worked my hips feverishly. “Harder-Harder! I love your cock!”
“Mmm... that's right, Ron. Give this slut what she wants,” Kim ordered, her green eyes glinting as she snuck her head between both mine and Tara's legs. With her cheerleader-trained flexibility, putting her knees over my own was easy enough, granting more than enough room for Kim to work her tongue over Tara's lower lips and my hanging balls.
“Fuck, you're tight babe,” I whispered, slipping my hands underneath her arms and cupping her breasts. “Mmm... that's nice.”
“Right there Kimmie! Lick my pussy! Yes!” Tara shouted, her own hands digging into Kim's hair as the redhead put her mouth to work where we were joined. “Fuck!”
From the way Tara stiffened in my grasp, her body jerking, I could tell she'd just orgasmed. Between our legs, Kim groaned as she was sprayed, her ass shaking as the hand that wasn't supporting her weight was obviously pleasuring herself.
I gave the girl in my arms a few more thrusts before letting myself go over the edge, sadly filling the condom and not the raw pussy I really wanted, but therein lay too much danger for the moment.
“Oh my god, that was soo hot,” Tara whined, her head lolling back.
I took the opportunity to kiss her. “You want to be in Kim's place in just a minute?”
Tara opened her mouth to respond, but Kim's surprised squeak brought our attention down to her. Even as she was licking her lips clean of Tara's juices, Kim's wide doe eyes showed she hadn't expected the offer. Leveraging Tara off to the side and allowing her to fall onto the mattress, I reached out for Kim. Although she was a bit tense, she didn't fight me as I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Pressing against her, my tongue delved into her mouth and I felt her moan into mine as her body relaxed and reflexively sought out pleasure as she coiled against me.
“You taste sweet,” I noted, drawing back.
Tara giggled as Kim snorted, throwing her disheveled hair back in a messy sweep. “I wonder why.”
“So...” I led in gently as my fingers circled her first her breasts, then down to her flat and muscular stomach. “You didn't really think you were getting out of tonight without a little vitamin D, did you?”
Kim blushed and giggled even as she fought back a moan and pressed another kiss against my lips. “R-Ron, I ju-just don't know... if I'm ready yet.”
I sighed and brought my hand back up, feeling the slight tremor of tension fade as I went back to massaging her breasts.
Her very nice breasts.
Tara, who had crawled around and was now hugging Kim's back as she wrapped her arms neatly below where I was toying with Kim's boobs, cooed softly into her ear as she peppered the other girl's neck with kisses. “Aw... C'mon Kim, it'll be fun. It's really nice, maybe even better than when you gave it to me. Remember?”
Kim whined as we continued our combined assault. “Th-that doesn't count! We swapped bodies, so it's not the same thing!”
I blinked, cocking my head as I looked at the issue in a new light.
Ah... I think I understand the problem. Hmm...
“Kim... do you still want to be a virgin?” I asked as gently as I could, my tone entirely non-judgemental.
Tara rested her chin on the redhead's shoulder curiously.
“I mean...” Kim mumbled, her fingers dancing against each other as her cheeks flared so deeply that it spread to the top of her breasts and her ears. “I know it's silly, but if my parents ask... and my mom does occasionally, since she's a doctor and everything...”
“You don't wanna' lie to them,” Tara whispered knowingly, having picked up on a few of Kim's hangups. “But... this is okay?”
For emphasis, one of Tara's hands dipped between Kim's legs, her fingers swirling around Kim's clit and drawing a deep groan from our mutual lover. “Mmm... kinda'?”
“And... me being with Bonnie didn't count either?” I probed curiously, a smirk tugging at my lips.
“Bonnie, well... I mean, I wasn't in my body and Bonnie's a girl, so...” Kim meandered along verbally, rationalizing like a champ.
I chuckled at the way Kim refused to look at either of us as she trailed off in embarrassment, even if she wanted to pretend otherwise. “Hmm... well, relationships are about compromise. So... I can eat you out, right?”
“And me too?” Tara asked.
“Ah... yeah. Oral is fine,” Kim nodded, relaxing a bit now that the awkward moments had passed. Tara and I had shifted our touches to more tender expressions of support as the conversation drew on, occasionally dipping into petting and teasing to keep her hot and bothered, but mostly wanting to let Kim know we cared. “I, um... I like giving, too. If you want?”
I chuckled and Tara giggled, each taking our turns kissing her. “I very much want, but... setting guidelines... your breasts are pretty obviously okay, right?”
The time Kim giggled, cutting off into a gasp as I pinched a nipple. “Ugh... yes. Don't stop, please.”
“Don't intend to, KP,” I nodded, then hummed, grinning. “What about anal?”
Even as Tara made a wordless noise of curiosity, Kim stilled slightly, a look of intense consideration on her face as she brought up a knuckle to gently bite down on, her eyes trailing to where my semi-hard dick still lay against her thigh, the condom now tied and discarded. “Like... in my butt?”
“That's usually what anal means, yes,” I nodded, deciding to backpedal slightly. I'd mostly meant it as a joke, anyway. If I was stuck receiving blowjobs, handjobs, and watching two beautiful girls eat eachother out, well...
What a horrible fate. Just awful. However will I survive?
Besides, her wanting to remain a ‘technical virgin’ was honestly just cute.
Kim could take her time until she was ready, then-
“It should... be okay?” Kim asked hesitantly, looking between us.
I felt my eyebrows climb towards my hairline even as I saw Tara's do the same.
“I don't want to push you, Kim,” I stated firmly. “If you aren't comfortable...”
Kim shook her head, cutting me off. “No. No, I... want to do something, just not that. Not all the way. In the butt, though...” Kim bit her lip again as blood rushed to her cheeks once more. “I've heard some girls like it? If I don't, we don't have to do it again, but... I'm curious, I guess?”
I exchanged another look with Tara, vague disbelief still etched on both our faces.
Still, the thought of it was already making me hard again.
“So… how do we do this?” Kim asked, looking between us.
“Well, first I think we decide if you want raw anal or for me to use another condom,” I led with, beginning to pick up the pace of my groping.
“Mmm… why a condom?” Kim asked, her voice breathy and light. “Isn’t that for pregnancy and STDs and stuff?”
“Condoms are also lubed, which is something you want with butt stuff,” Tara interjected between planting kisses on Kim’s neck. “So, it’s like, if you want to do it raw we need to get Ron, and you, lubed up. If you want to do it now, probably need to wrap it.”
“We can… try raw later, I guess. I kind of,” Kim blushed and looked away, “want it. Now, please.”
Tara licked her lips, sliding a hand down between herself and Kim as I felt her hips jerk.
I snaked a hand over to the nightstand and pulled free another condom, tearing the wrapper with my teeth and working it onto myself. “Want what, Kim?”
Green eyes turned back to me, her face still red.
I smirked at her. “I wanna’ hear you say it.”
Kim took a deep breath and held it. “I… I want you to fuck me in the ass, Ron.”
I shot forward and kissed her. “It would be my pleasure.”
Even as stunned as she was by the intense kiss, Kim still had enough of her wits about her to give me a playfully-irritated look. “I bet, Mr. Stoppable.”
I snorted and lay back on the bed with my knees bending at the edge of it. “I think this would be best. You get to set your own pace and Tara can return the favor from earlier while you get used to it.”
Kim nodded seriously, then squeaked in surprise.
Tara chuckled as she pulled away from Kim’s backside, sticking out her tongue. “Just a quick kiss for good luck.”
“Y-you just-my butt!” Kim squeaked again, her hands flying to her rear cheeks.
“Well, if you didn’t like it…” Tara pouted, twitching her tongue.
Kim froze, looking away again, “I didn’t say that.” Without further comment, she turned and shook her ass slightly, lining herself up. “Okay, do I just…”
I shifted slightly, leaning back and putting my hands behind my head as I took in the sight of Kim’s tight, muscular ass shifting over my cock. “Take your time, relax, and just let it happen KP.”
“Right,” Kim nodded, adjusting her crouch again and reaching through her legs to take my dick-
“Oh, here, I’ll aim him,” Tara offered, leaning in between Kim’s knees as she took over handling me. “Now just ease yourself down…”
“Ugh… oh boy, I…” Kim gasped as she dropped her weight inch by inch.
There was no ‘pop’ as the head of my dick began sliding into her asshole, but I could tell when I made it past the muscular ring on the outside as she started to clench around the length of my shaft. I licked my lips as Kim groaned and stopped where she was.
“I-it feels so full,” Kim breathed out.
“If it’s too much, you might try pulling out just a bit and going back down,” Tara told her, the blonde moving deeper into the space between her legs. “Although, this might help a little~”
“Oh god!” Kim squealed, instantly removing her hands from where they’d been supporting her weight behind her and resting them on Tara’s head. I couldn’t precisely see what was happening, but the sounds coming from my partner’s mouth told me more than enough of what was happening.
More importantly, it gave me a completely unobstructed view of Kim’s ass slowly impaling itself on my dick. “That’s it, Kim. You’re doing great. How do you like it?”
“I-it’s good,” Kim breathed, heat in her voice. “I think I li-like it. It kind of hurts, b-but in a good way?”
“Mmm,” Tara chuckled, pulling away from her crotch. “Really? I might have to try it.”
“I-it feels like stretching a muscle,” Kim grunted, dropping further and throwing her head back. “Ugh, it’s like stretching at practice, but way more intense.”
“More intense from my angle, too,” I couldn’t help but reply. “Is it okay if I start thrusting?”
“Th-thrusting?!” Kim asked in a panic, her eyes widening as she half-turned her head to look at me. “I-um…”
“You’re about half-way there,” I praised her, watching her as quivering as she bounced, the globes flexing and jiggling as she moved. “I can probably get off this way if you like, but I’ve never known you to settle for second-best, KP.”
The redhead froze, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. It was the kind of look that told me she knew what I was doing. It was also the kind of look that told me I’d lit a fire in her. “Do it, Ron. I already told you. Fuck my ass!”
Tara choked back a giggle as I could see her begin to finger herself.
I flexed my hips and drove my member upwards into her. Instantly the feeling of warm pressure around me rose as Kim reflexively clenched around me. Hissing, I pulled back in time with Kim’s rise. She groaned aloud as I concentrated on matching her pace. The warm vice of her bowels around my cock was squeezing with a tightness even greater than Tara’s pussy.
“Yea-yeah! Just like that! Fu-fuck it! Fuck my ass! I want it harder!” Kim cried, her movements becoming simultaneously more energetic and more erratic. Struck by inspiration, I raised a hand and delivered a hard smack to her right ass-cheek.
“God-yes!” Kim squealed. “Spank me! Spank me like I’m your dirty whore! It’s so fucking good! Ah, Yes! Lick my pussy Tara-baby! I love it!”
I gave Kim’s ass another few swats before flexing my abs and grabbing at her hips. I was close, I knew. Especially after fucking Tara already, but I didn’t want to leave Kim hanging. Grunting, I pulled her down just as she reached the apex of her squat and-
“Eeeeeee!” Kim squealed, her entire body tensing as I felt dick jerk once-twice-then began filling the condom as I finally bottomed out inside her ass. Kim tottered for a moment, then fell backwards, collapsing against me as her asshole spasmed around me.
Holding her close, I massaged her breasts and corded muscles, driving the orgasmic tension from her body as tiny aftershocks of the intense sensation washed over her. Tara climbed into bed beside us, latching her lips onto one of KP’s nipples as she embraced us.
“You are one hot little butt-slut, Kim,” I whispered in her ear.
She turned and met my lips with her own, green eyes boring into mine. “Next time, we’re doing it raw.”
There was only one thing to say to that. “Yes ma’am!”
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I am on fire this week! Another chapter and it's an extra-length sex scene as a bonus! Woo!
Next up is Nexus Event! Probably not until this weekend, though.
That said, I'll have the March Poll up in a few hours after I make the drive home. Everyone stay safe out there and I hope February was good to you, just as March should be as well. Rock on and stay awesome!
Comments
Ricanto elito
Archer is who shirou emiyas future version of himself is called in fate stay/night. The villian seemed like he knew the group and knew how to defeat them and he was snarky as well. Archer also wasn't a thing in the original. There is time travel however in kim possible.
cdmadgamer
....were did you pull that from?
Ricanto elito
Am curious if anyone mentioned this but is archer future ron?
gaouw ganteng
Brown condoms, the
Slayer Anderson
He was wearing a condom, that's in the text.
gaouw ganteng
So, Ron totally get his dick brown, right? Especially since Kim isn't prepared for it. Though considering their debauchery, it might just made them like it? You dirty hoe, you
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Technical virgin is good civilization.
