"Watch closely, Bonnie," Tara ordered as she flexed her legs to slowly drag her ultra-slippery pussy-lips up the length of Ron's cock, until his cockhead was just barely pressing within her hot and sensitive folds. Then she made both Bonnie and Ronnie wait, as she teased the man's cockhead within just the very entrance of her pussy for several very long seconds in a row, before slowly, sexily swinging her hips downwards towards his lap. A long, warbling moan immediately leaked from her wide open mouth, as her pussy relearned what it meant to take Ron's wrist-thick dick, and an emptiness that she hadn't known she'd been feeling was instantly filled to bursting. Ronnie was inside of her! HER Ronnie was filling her up with his cock!
After positioning himself with his ass resting atop his calve muscles, Ron helped Tara work his cock deeper and deeper within her tightly clenching cunt by rubbing a hand against her swollen little clit, rubbing and tweaking one of her nipples, and kissing the side of her neck. Tara's pussy was soaking wet, yes, but his cock was big with a capital B, and he could feel the woman stretching herself to the max with every fresh inch that she took inside of her. Jesus fuck… Somehow, defying all logic, it felt as if the blonde cheerleader slowly swaying her ass above his lap had an even tighter pussy now than the first time they had sex a few days earlier, and judging by the whines and whimpers that were leaking from her pretty little lips, she felt the difference just as much as he did.
"Fuck, Tara," Ron groaned directly into Tara's ear as he squeezed her body to his own and increased the intensity of his fingers on her clit.
"I know baby, I know," Tara panted back, as her pussy loudly squelched down another four inches of his fantastically pleasurable dick, and her ass-cheeks finally started impacting lightly against the top of his thighs. Then she abruptly decided that she absolutely MUST have the rest of her man's bitch-breaker cock inside of her ASAP, and she launched herself down towards his lap with every scrap of body-weight that her willowy frame had to offer. With a wet and squishy fwop noise that culminated in a dull slapping sound, Tara's ass-cheeks bounced atop Ronnie's lap, her pussy was stuffed to capacity with his rock-hard throbbing dick, and her body was shivering and shuddering within his warm and tight embrace.
Ron groaned. Tara moaned. They both trembled against each other's bodies. They both panted for air.
"So tight," Ron gasped out, shock and pleasure clear to hear within his clipped and haggard words.
"So, so big," Tara mewled back, her words threadbare and breathy for exactly the same reasons.
"Sooooo fucking sexy," Bonnie whimpered, as she pressed her hands against a vaguely cock-shaped indent visible within Tara's little tummy, and the vibrator pressing against her pussy-lips seemed to grow even more intense. "Tare-bear… This is so hot… so…"
"Full," Tara interrupted in a high-pitched, syrupy chirp of a voice, even as her thighs shook and a clear stream of piping hot femcum splashed all over Ron's continually rubbing fingers. "He's so deep inside of my belly… rubbing against EVERYTHING, all at once, all the time… pressing against my womb!"
At the exact same time that Tara was ranting out the word 'womb,' both of Ron's arms tightly curled around her belly so that he could begin lifting her pussy back up the length of his cock, and the woman's squealed out words instantly devolved into a long, loud and unabashedly whorish moan. A moan that he couldn't help but give her in return, because Tara's heavenly little pussy was relentlessly tight and coiling around his glans. It felt like the woman's pussy was trying to suck his cockhead back into her core with every inch that he pulled out, which is why it was such a relief when he pulled Tara's body back down into his lap, and his cock slammed home within her deepest, tightest depths. A relief that Tara shared, judging by the fresh moan that she released, the trembling of her ass-cheeks and thighs, the way her hands pawed at his thighs, and the way she squirmed within his arms.
Hohhhh-my-Gaaawwd Ronnie… Your dick, your perfect fucking dick!" Tara was already beside herself with excitement and runaway pleasure, and they'd only just BEGUN having sex… One thing was obvious to Tara right from the get-go…
Ronald Stoppable was going to fuck her ragged.
After that first slow-paced pump inside of Tara's hot, wet, tight, and infinitely welcoming cunt, Ron immediately completed another, and another, and then some more, faster with every repetition until Tara's sexy ass was bouncing on his lap, and a series of wet squelches were filling the entire bedroom only to be drowned out by her frequent slutty moans. Tara's long silky-smooth hair bounced atop Ron's shoulder before trailing down his back, her perky C-cup breasts likewise bounced atop Ron's right forearm as he pinched one of her nipples, and the intensity of her cock-riding had the entire mattress bouncing atop its boxspring. Tara's body was all smooth, tight, springy curves, and roiling, coiling sex, and Ron's balls were throbbing with increasingly powerful need within just ten minutes of filling her cunt.
Thankfully for Ron, Tara's composure was unraveling quite a bit faster than his, as the woman's body was beginning to do several extremely dramatic things. Her pussy was spilling cunt-juices all over Bonnie's bed-sheets on a regular basis, her ass, thighs and belly were twitching and trembling in a never-ending series of small and not so small orgasmic contractions, and her cheek was impacting clumsily against his jaw every single time she tried and failed to kiss his face. An ambition that Ron suddenly helped the woman accomplish, when her forehead smacked down into his scalp and she released a little whimper/whine of abject suffering. He pulled his left hand away from Tara's pussy for the very first time since they started having sex so that he could cup her cheek with it instead, and he pulled her face down towards his own.
Somewhat unsurprisingly, as soon as their lips made contact, Tara started devouring Ron's mouth with lips and twining tongue, and her cock-riding unraveled into a thoroughly pussy-rooted twerk that ground his cockhead deep within her cervix. She wasn't bouncing on his lap anymore. Instead, she was grinding her pussy forward and backward around the very base of his cock, squeezing his cockhead within the deepest, tightest, hottest, most possessive depths of her extraordinary cunt…
Which was the exact moment that Bonnie lost the will to keep herself to herself.
Without a single word of warning, the brunette's mouth suddenly drew close to Ron and Tara's sex, her hot, humid, panting breaths wafted against Ron's balls, and then her tongue began licking a long, lingering and sinuous line up the length of the blond man's cock. She released a low-throated, husky moan as she tasted Ron and Tara's combined juices slathered upon his shaft, until finally the very tip of her tongue began poking at Tara's clit.
At which point Tara Strongwell gasped, moaned, and squeaked into Ron's mouth, her hands snapped out to curl around the back of Bonnie's head, and she pulled her friend's face even harder against their sexes. At exactly the same time, Tara's fuck-drunk, orgasmic eyes levelled on Ron's face, and she started moaning a series of completely manic words directly against his cheek. "My pussy's yours now, Ronnie. It exists to milk your cock. Now I want you to suck a deep dark hickey into the side of my neck as you blow a gigantic load inside of me. I want your cum, I want it in my belly, I want to pass out tonight with a womb stuffed full of your seed. I'll take the plan B pill first thing tomorrow morning, so please, please, just… cream my little cunt!"
Even as a series of alarm bells went off within Ron's lust clouded mind, he already knew that he was going to do EXACTLY what Tara wanted, which was why he was going to need some follow-up support.
Looking down over Tara's shoulder towards Bonnie's captured face, he locked eyes with the newly wide-eyed woman, and then he patted his hand atop Tara's sexily swaying tummy. "I'm really going to do it, Bonnie," he announced in an assertive growl of a voice. "I'm going to cum as hard as I fucking can balls-deep within Tara's sweet, sweet little pussy, Bonbon, which is why I need you to be a good girl for once, and help your closest friend. Tara wants me... badly… and now that she's admitted to having a preoccupation… If you don't stop her… there's a chance that Tara will just… 'forget' to take the morning-after-pill…"
With eyes widening even more in response to Ron's words, Bonnie looked to Tara, expecting the woman to disagree or maybe even feel a little affronted… but that wasn't the expression she found on her best friend's face. What she found instead, was overwhelming lust mixed with a complex conflict-of-interest… Tara looked as if she agreed with Ron's words and wanted Bonnie's help, but at the exact same time, she also desired the opposite… Judging purely by the way the blonde was rapidly rooting her incredibly cockstuffed pussy down against Ron's balls, while rubbing her mouth-wateringly sexy ass up and down his lap like an extraordinarily expensive stripper, Tara also wanted Bonnie to mind her own damned business, because she wanted to get knocked up.
Even after studying Tara's face for several seconds in a row, Bonnie couldn't tell which outcome her best-friend actually wanted more, but she did know one thing for certain.
Tara Strongwell was unhinged.
And Bonnie Rockwaller thought it was HOT!... An opinion that reflected in both her heated gaze, and the way her tongue started flicking rapidly against Tara's adorable little clit. Of course, she had zero intention of allowing Tara to succeed in her bat-shit crazy ambition, but she still loved how wild and out of control her best friend currently was!
The fact that Ron knew just how out of control she currently was, but was going to creampie the living hell out of her pussy anyway, caused Tara's blood to catch fire, her pussy to grow oversensitive, and her womb to throb with animalistic need. Just a single moment later, when the movements of Bonnie's tongue grew much more intense, it caused Tara to twitch and moan and had her pussy tightening up like a vice around every inch of Ronnie's cock. Then Ron's hands were rolling both of her nipples within his index fingers and his thumbs, as he nibbled on her earlobe and sucked gently on the side of her neck, and it was just too much… Every single one of her most sensitive spots were being fucked, licked, tweaked, bit on, or squeezed, as Ron's gigantic flared-out cockhead released precum deep within her cervix, and Tara's eyes rolled up into her head as her sex primed itself to blow... She was going to cum. She was going to cum so hard, she might even pass out. She needed Ron to join her, She NEEDED to get herself a womb-full of his cum.
"Ronnie, baby, please, please just let it go… I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum so hard, so fucking hard," Tara panted directly into her man's ear, as her back arched like a bow, her head lolled back onto his right shoulder, her gravity-defying breasts heaved up towards the ceiling, and her pussy frantically squeezed every last glorious inch of his wrist-thick, vein-ribbed dick. "Cum inside me, baby. I'm yours. I'm your woman, your cum-starved little slut. If you let me feel my womb getting swollen around your load, I promise to swallow whatever pill Bonnie hands me!"
"So sexy, such a good girl, such a twisted little freak," Ron growled out, as Tara's skin-tight sucking sleeve of a pussy finally milked his cock to perfection, his heavy, cum-stuffed balls tensed up hard against his shaft, and his cock expanded meaningfully balls-deep within her cunt. "Take my cum, Tara, take it all, but remember… I expect my women to help support ME, not just the other way around, so you better aim high and DELIVER if you want me to take you seriously."
"Yes, yessss," Tara screamed out towards the ceiling as her pussy exploded into orgasm and her entire body shook and shuddered within Ron's nearly bruising grip. "I'll be your well-educated, wealthy, sophisticated, and obedient, little cockwarmer! I promise! I promise!"
Ron didn't reply with words to Tara's frantically delivered promises. Instead, he latched his mouth around the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder, started sucking a large, vibrant purple hickey into her skin, pulled the woman's pussy-lips down flush against his balls with his hands curled tightly around her tits, and started cumming like an absolute maniac with his cockhead nestled deep within her cervix.
And Tara Strongwell, diligent honors student that she was, was instantly reduced to a vegetative state, as her face burned a deep scarlet-red, her eyes swam up under rapidly fluttering eyelids, her mouth dropped open into a hanging slack-jawed 'O', her hands spastically patted and pawed at her belly just below her navel, and a completely incoherent mewling moan/whimper spilled forth from within her throat. She'd been cumming even before Ron began creampying the living hell out of her cunt, but when she started feeling his cumload expanding her deepest, most fertile depths, her entire sex lit up like a fireworks display.
Ron grunted and then groaned as the freshly-cooked contents of his balls violently rushed down his shaft, causing his dick to lurch, buck and tremble within Tara's increasingly inseminated pussy. He was cumming so, so fucking hard right now, and yet Tara's body was doing whatever it could to make him fill her even harder. Her sexy as all fuck ass and thighs were insistently pressing and rubbing back against his waist, her pussy muscles were tightened up to an absolutely absurd degree, and her newly unfurled tongue was dragging wetly across his neck. At exactly the same time, Bonnie Rockwaller was hard at work down between his thighs, massaging, kissing, licking and sucking upon his balls, as if she was determined to help her friend NEED the plan B pill that she was supposed to make her take.
Of course what Bonnie really assured would happen was that Tara's pussy would end up stuffed far beyond capacity, forcing a high-pressure stream of frothy cum to suddenly squirt out of the deliriously happy blonde cheerleader's cunt and then splash her directly in the face. An outcome that didn't seem to bother Bonnie in the slightest, as she never, not once, stopped kissing and sucking on his balls, even as her face took a second coating of thick and sticky seed.
"Full… So full, so warm, so much of my Ronnie's cum ," Tara breathed out in a little drunken slur, as a wide, blissfully vacant smile bloomed across her whole entire face, and her body lay limp and languid within Ron's arms... Long before Ron's incredibly long and dramatic climax finally stopped pumping hot ropes of semen balls-deep within her pussy, the woman was out for the count. She was fucked senseless and blissed out in the extreme.
She wasn't going to be moving of her own volition anytime soon.
With a groan of satisfaction and the willingness to give Tara some TLC (tender loving care), Ron hooked his arms underneath the comatose woman's knees, and started lifting her up the length of his body in order to pull her pussy off of his cock. What he didn't expect to have happen was that Bonnie's mouth would follow his progress, licking both the cum and the fem-cum off of his dick the instant that it emerged from within Tara's pussy. The woman was a go-getter to say the very least, but it wasn't his dick that he wanted Bonnie to focus on…
"thoroughly clean Tara's pussy, slut," Ron demanded of Bonnie, before laying Tara out on her back with her sweat soaked head resting atop the brunette's pillow, and her legs spread out at a forty-five-degree angle.
"Yes sir," Bonnie immediately chirped out, before quickly crawling between Tara's thighs, and burying her face ears deep within her extremely messy pussy.
While Bonnie moved to obey his commands, Ron rose up to his knees behind her, aiming to approach her from behind. Then, even as Tara released a tiny, pleasure-filled moan, his peripheral vision caught something sitting within the same drawer that Tara found the egg-vibrator, and he moved in its direction with a mischievous smile upon his face.
Almost, but not quite, concealed within the panties filling Bonnie's drawer, was a large tube of lube, a rubber dildo around three quarters as big as Ron's cock, an equally large anal training dildo, anal beads, and a butt-plug…
Bonnie Rockwaller was a sexual deviant… but more importantly… she had an appreciation for the butt-stuff.
And all of the sudden, Ron knew EXACTLY how he was going to 'punish' the bad girl.
Grabbing up the lube and a few other doodads from the drawer, Ron slathered every last inch of his continuously hard cock as he moved back across the bed, and then slapped his newly slickened length down between the heart-shaped globes of Bonnie's unnaturally large, thick and perfect bubble-butt.
The woman immediately shivered in response, widened her knees apart, and then wiggled her ass right and left in open invitation. An invitation she didn't fully understand until a single moment later, when Ron dragged his dick backwards through the cheeks of her butt, slid his cockhead down just two or three inches, and then pressed his cocktip directly against her little puckered asshole… Then her body suddenly tensed up in her surprise, her ass and thighs started trembling, and her face left Tara's inner thighs so that she could complete a look-back at him over her shoulder.
"I think we both know what's about to happen, Bonbon," Ron pointed out in a very cool and unsympathetic tone of voice. "You've been a bad girl… A very, VERY bad girl… and bad girls (that own anal-training-gear) get themselves butt-fucked by double-sized dicks... Congrats, Bonnie… I finally found a use for you… You're the perfect piece of fuck-meat to lose my anal virginity to, but only because I couldn't care less about your feelings… Now get back to eating Tara's pussy."
Even as Ron returned to pressing his cockhead against Bonnie's asshole and the woman returned her mouth down to Tara's pussy, he caught the shiver of arousal that coursed from her head to her toes, he noticed her legs widening several inches further, and he saw the wetness dripping down both of her inner thighs towards her knees. What's more, he knew it wasn't the vibrator taped to Bonnie's pussy that was causing her redoubled excitement. The insufferably bitchy brunette was an honest to God masochist, and she had an anal fetish to boot.
But Bonnie wasn't the only sexual deviant in the room… By this point, Ron's balls were churning and throbbing between his legs, to the point he felt as if he'd never cum at all tonight… and yet he had… like, a LOT… and he knew it… Something was a little bit off with Ron's libido lately. It was stronger somehow, much more insistent, but that wasn't the biggest issue…
As it turns out, Ron was just as big a freak as Bonnie Rockwaller… and he was really, REALLY looking forward to anally fucking the bitch out of her.
At the tail end of that thought, Ron's mind suddenly ground to a halt… Instead, he simply stared down at Bonnie's incredibly tiny waist, her dramatically flared-out hips, her perfectly sculpted, thick as fuck thighs, and her astoundingly curvy, whooty ass… and his body started moving all by itself.
All of the sudden, Ron was pressing his thoroughly lubed-up cockhead harder and harder against Bonnie's tight little O-ring, and he was spreading her open little by little… He took his time stretching Bonnie's ass around his cockhead, despite the woman's deep-rooted masochism, because cruelty really wasn't in his nature. Besides… His cock was larger than any of the training dildos that he'd seen in the woman's drawer, so what the two of them were currently doing was going to stretch her to her limits.
On the other hand, since Bonnie expected (wanted) to be roughly used and exploited, Ron picked up one of the gimmicks that he'd just found within her drawer...
He drew up a pair of nipple-suckers.
Nipple-suckers are a sex-toy that do exactly what they describe. They're short circular rubber tubes with a bell-end that you can squeeze. Then, when you seal the soft circular opening around a woman's nipple and allow the bell-end to refill with air, these devices sharply suck on the nipple that they're affixed to. So far as BDSM toys go, nipple-suckers are pretty soft-contact and harmless, which Ron appreciated because he wasn't actually a sadist. He merely wanted Bonnie to focus on the 'abuse' that he was giving her nipples while he finished squeezing his cockhead into her unreasonably tight asshole. If he could prevent the brunette from tensing up her ass-muscles as much as possible, doing so would help get him balls-deep inside of her and keep the damage that he caused her to a minimum…
And that's exactly what he did.
Ron leaned in over Bonnie's back, bit a series of dull-white teeth marks into the meat of her shoulder, squeezed the bulbs on both of the nipple-suckers, and then whisper/growled into the brunette socialite's ear. "No one at school gossips about how you're a uniquely filthy breed of sexual deviant, Bonbon… and they definitely WOULD gossip about you if they knew, so they don't… I wonder what everyone would say if they found out just how obscene their prospective prom queen really is… I wonder how they'd react if they knew just how sick and twisted your fetishes truly are."
Along with his words, Ron attached the nipple-suckers onto both of Bonnie's nipples before sinking his fingers knuckles deep within her titflesh, sucking a dark-purple hickey into the top of her right shoulder, and thrusting the last of his cockhead within her tight little asshole. Then he quickly rose back up to his knees before Bonnie fully registered everything that he'd just done, grabbed Bonnie's waist within a tight, commanding grip, and held on tight as the woman's body caught up… As it turns out, it took quite a bit of strength to reign in Bonnie's reaction, as she twitched, shook, shuddered, and then reflexively kicked down against the mattress, all while releasing a long, slutty moan directly against Tara's pussylips.
A moan that only got louder a single moment later, when Ron started pressing his thighs forward and down towards her body, slowly but implacably driving his dick deeper and deeper into her ass.
Over the course of about a minute and a half, Ron buried his lubed-up cock deeper within Bonnie's hot, buttery asshole, carefully stretching her out around his length while peppering her with a constant stream of verbal abuse. Only then, when he finally finished hilting himself within Bonnie's back door, and his heavy balls were pressing the woman's egg-vibrator deeper between her pussy-lips, did he swing out his left arm to deliver a sharp slap to her left ass-cheek.
Crack!
"Hmmmmmmmmm!" As her ass wobbled back and forth in completely beautiful ways, Bonnie moan/yelled directly into Tara's pussy, causing the blonde's eyes to snap wide open and her hands to curl around the back of Bonnie's head.
Crack!
As Ron's right hand crashed into Bonnie's other asscheek, her moans suddenly became much more submissive, throatier, looser, but no less erotic, due in most part to the wave of femcum that gushed past the egg-vibrator nestled between her pussy-lips to drip down onto her bedsheets.
With a dick lodged balls-deep in her ass, her face pulled ears deep between Tara's thighs, and two burning red handprints marring her super-sexy bubble-butt, Bonnie Rockwaller was cumming, and she was cumming hard.
Ron forced himself to scoff derisively even as he suppressed an aroused shiver of his own and his cock bucked meaningfully within Bonnie's far too pleasurable ass. Then he started pulling back his hips, at which point he was forced to stiff-arm both cheeks of Bonnie's ass to stop her from being pulled right along with him. Her ass was so damned tight, it didn't want to let him go.
"Such a cock-hungry little asshole," Ron remarked to Tara, as the woman was fully alert again, enjoying the tongue licking her clit, and visibly amused by the cock that he was currently pulling from within her best friend's butt.
"Bonnie's whole entire body is… gifted, but it's her slutty little brain that makes her truly obscene," Tara immediately corrected, the sing-song quality to her voice tinged with just the tiniest bit of a moan. "Bonnie's never been treated the way she actually wants to be treated by any of her boyfriends so far, because she's been forced to make them... submit. You, Ronnie, you actually took her anal virginity just now…"
"No wonder this slutty little hole of her's is so damned tight," Ron grunted back as he finished withdrawing his cock from her persistently squeezing depths, immediately thrust it back inside, and was forced to hold the squealing, moaning, and bucking woman's hips still.
"Her virginity has nothing to do with it," Tara quickly disagreed with a wide and happy smile upon her face. "In an ironic twist of fate, the only boy that Connie and Lonnie have ever approved of Bonnie dating, Brick Flagg, the very top of Middleton's food-chain, has a teeny tiny spaghetti noodle of a penis… Despite the fact Bonnie here is a completely unhinged size-queen slut, she's never even had a normal sized cock in either of her holes… I'll admit, I love the fact that Bonnie's mouth and ass are getting fucked by the big veiny dick of her dreams, while her poor little pussy's being completely neglected."
"Say the word Tara, and I'll NEVER fuck Bonnie's cock-starved pussy," Ron growled as he increased the speed that he was pumping his cock within the woman's hot and clenching asshole, and slapped her butt-cheeks back and forth in his grip. "Say the word Tara, and I'll make Bonbon nothing more than my filthy little butt-slut."
In an immediate reaction to Ron's casually delivered threat, Bonnie pulled her mouth off of Tara's pussy, rested her chin atop the blonde's pelvis and stared up into her best friend's eyes with a fearful and pleading expression upon her face. "No! Tara please, no! I need to get this monstrous fucking dick in my pussy! I'll do whatever you say, I'll be good, I'll obey, just please!"
"And you think you're being good when you stop eating me out in order to yell the word NO in my face," Tara asked in a sugary sweet but innately evil tone of voice. Then she smiled when Ron chose that exact moment to hand her a riding crop that he'd pulled from within Bonnie's drawer, and the brunette shivered from her head to her toes even as she returned her mouth to within her best friend's thighs. "I think it's time you be… punished… just a bit, and then we'll see whether or not you've earned a taste of my Ronnie's cock in that nasty little cunt of yours."
And that was the exact moment that Ron and Tara started working over Bonnie's body like a well-oiled machine.
With no warning whatsoever, Ron started slamming his cock balls-deep within the brunette's well-lubricated asshole at an increasingly rapid rate, the crashing of his hips and the slapping of his hands causing a series of mesmerizing ripples to bounce back and forth within her wildly wobbling bubble-butt.
At exactly the same time, Tara targeted random areas of Bonnie's body for sharp little impacts from her leather riding crop, slapping small, pink marks all over her friend's back, hips and thighs with unpredictable timing.
And Bonnie Rockwaller, cunty elitist bitch turned submissive masochistic pig, came herself stupid over and over again, and screamed her many orgasms directly into Tara's pussy. A feat of lung capacity that was only briefly interrupted when Bonnie was suddenly flipped onto her back with a pillow stuffed below her lower back, Ron's cock was pumped right back into her desperately clenching asshole, and Tara's pussy was lowered down onto her face from above. Very suddenly, Bonnie's calves were resting atop Ron's shoulders as he fucked her pillow-elevated asshole, Tara was straddling her face with her pussy resting atop her lips, and the both of them were mauling Bonnie's ultra-sensitive tits with both their hands and their toys.
With one arm wrapped tightly around Bonnie's thighs to pull her hot, slick, tight, rhythmically massaging asshole back up the length of his jackhammering dick, Ron pinched and tweaked Bonnie's right nipple and lightly slapped her tit-meat over and over again. By this point he was losing it in his mounting pleasure, as every last inch of Bonnie's hyper-slutty body, from her insistently squeezing ass, to her thick wobbly thighs, to her beautifully bouncing tits, were enough to make a man blow his load, but Ron wanted to drive one last mind-breaking orgasm from the fantastically perverted bitch before he finally let himself go.
And he didn't have long to wait…
When a high-pitched, orgasmic scream was blown directly against her pussylips, it caused Tara to orgasm in return, at which point the blonde woman suddenly slipped her thighs off of Bonnie's face and then lifted the woman's upper body up into her lap. She wanted to make the most of this moment. As Bonnie continued to moan and whimper her climax through a wide open, O'd out mouth, Tara wrapped her forearms around her friend's tummy from behind, grabbed and squeezed both of her tits from below, and sucked yet another hickey into the unmarred side of her neck.
"Ron, Ronnie, God, Oh my Gaawwwd, Master, Master please," Bonnie yell/ranted in a nearly incoherent breathy moan of a voice. "I need it! I NEED IT NOW! I'm gonna diiee! You're fucking me to death!" At the tail end of those words, Bonnie suddenly lost her ability to speak, as her tongue began lolling out of her mouth and her eyes drifted up into her head.
And Ron looked down at Bonnie's fucked stupid, slack-jawed expression as the woman's head bounced within the cleavage of Tara's perfectly formed tits... and he couldn't stave off his own orgasm any longer to save his very life. His balls bucked and bounced hard against the vibrator teasing Bonnie's pussy, his cock spasmed and expanded deep within the girl's super-heated asshole, and a loud aggressive grunt was torn from his lips as he finally let himself go. Then he was bending the brunette girl's ankles up and over her head, so that he could lean in over her body, gently curl a hand behind Tara's head and pull the blonde woman into a thorough, passionate kiss.
Ronald stoppable kissed Tara Strongwell like a lover as he launched an absurd amount of cum balls-deep within Bonnie Rockwallers brutally fucked asshole, and the feeling of neglect, of being dismissed as nothing but a convenient hole to drain his balls into, caused Bonnie to orgasm all the harder, leaving her thoroughly-folded body shivering and shuddering within the man's punishing, full-bodied grip.
Ten, twenty seconds passed, during which time Ron filled Bonnie's ass full of cum and kissed an ecstatically happy Tara as if she was the one he was actually fucking. Then he drove a gutteral wordless whine from the brunette's mouth when he rapidly yanked his cock from within her skin-tight, clenching ass, allowed his cock to point up at the rest of her body, and started coating her in cum from her face down to her thighs. Soon enough, Bonnie looked like she'd been the only woman present at an orgy, as her tits were glazed a parly white, her belly-button was full of seed, and her completely unused pussy looked inseminated in the extreme.
"Oh, oh my Gaaawwwd… Used, I'm being used, I'm being used as nothing more than a cumrag," Bonnie babbled to herself in a completely unhinged and manic sounding voice as her violently shaking hands slowly dragged up the length of her cum-soaked body and then cupped both sides of her equally messy face. The woman was noticeably, visibly, aroused nearly to the point of hysteria over the disrespect and rough treatment that she was currently receiving, and that was BEFORE her pussy suddenly released a last second wave of femcum all over Ron's thighs and her head flopped bonelessly back within Tara's cleavage. The woman was in the thick of it… She wasn't prepared for the kind of fucking that she just received, or the way Tara, Ron and the vibrator had overwhelmed her body to the max.
And the result was… dramatic..
Bonnie Rockwaller was red-faced, gasping for air, shaking, shivering, and high as a kite on the endorphins coursing throughout her bloodstream.
Too bad Tara had zero intention of letting her recuperate.
Without a single word of warning, Tara suddenly ditched her place at Bonnie's back, allowing the brunette to drop onto the cum-stained sheets as she moved towards the woman's drawer. When she returned just five seconds later, she was holding a very, VERY interesting object, and she had a very gentle but evil looking smile upon her face. Without asking for permission or showing even an instant of hesitation. Tara clipped a black leather leash around Bonnie's slim elegant neck, peeled the vibrator away from her incredibly teased little pussy, and then started pulling the woman towards the edge of the bed. "Come, doggy. We need to get you clean before you smell up the room."
After turning towards Bonnie's bathroom, Tara looked back over her shoulder in Ron's direction, cupped her right ass cheek, pulled her buttcheeks apart to reveal her cum-and-pussy-juice leaking pussy, bent forward just a little, wiggled her butt back and forth in the air, and then gave her man an exceptionally meaningful look… "Bonnie and I are about to have a shower… Feel free to… join us… if you'd like."
Then Tara was pulling a newly crawling 'doggy' Bonnie from the bedroom, and she was sweetly clicking her tongue down at the girl the whole entire time as if she was a particularly dirty and disobedient puppy.
Gods help him, Ron could actually feel his testicles bouncing and bucking as they pulled off a super-human feat of rapid semen production, and he knew for sure this time that there was NOTHING normal about his sex-drive…
Good.
After entering Bonnie's expansive and well-appointed bathroom, Tara turned the hot water valve of the massive, multi-fauceted walk-in shower, tested the temperature of the various shower-heads with her outstretched hand, smiled in satisfaction that the water was just right, forced Bonnie to crawl under the streams of water, and then turned around just in time to have her back pressed up against the smooth tiled wall… Ron's big, heavy, muscular body, was squeezing her up against the shower wall, as his hands roamed up and down her back, thighs and ass. Tara shivered, moaned and wiggled happily, as she soaped up and cleaned Ron's cock. Then her right leg was lifted up and onto his left shoulder, her face was cupped within a gentle pair of hands, and a massive, gorgeous dick began plunging deeper and deeper within her deliriously happy cunt.
And Bonnie was left just sitting there on her hands and knees, smack dab in the middle of where four water-beams converged, watching the cum and sweat covering her body drip and drop onto the tiles beneath her, as Tara was fucked nearby… and yet she couldn't say for sure if she'd ever, once, in her whole entire life, felt more sexually excited than she was in that moment.
For the twenty plus minutes that followed, Ron fucked and filled Tara Strongwell over and over again, forcing a forlorn looking Bonnie Rockwaller to watch every single second of it like a dog in desperate need of a walk... It was only after Tara's wobbly legs completely gave out on her, she started seeing stars in the intensity of her orgasm, and her sexual stamina came to an end, that she collapsed down atop the toilet seat, turned towards her best friend, and gave her an order. "Stand up and lean back against the wall, Bonnie. You've finally learned to be obedient… You've earned a taste of my Ronnie's perfectly PERFECT dick."
While Ron had cum more than once since he entered the shower, he hadn't cum just now, so he was rock-hard and dripping precum when he turned to face Bonnie's direction. A state that apparently had quite the visual impact on the woman, because Bonnie immediately exploded up to her feet, heaved for air, and judging by the way her arms were jerking up and down at her sides, struggled to keep her hands to herself.
Bonnie was following orders… It was time to test out her… enthusiasm.
"Well… you've earned Tara's go-ahead, but now it's time to actually seduce ME," Ron pointed out in a completely unimpressed tone of voice.
Without even a second's hesitation, Bonnie's feet were spread out to the limits that the shower would allow, the index and middle finger of her right hand were spreading open her dripping wet little pussy, her left hand was cupping a fat breast up so that she could suck on her own nipple, and she was gyrating her thick sexy hips in slutty little circles as if begging for his cock. Then she released her nipple from within her mouth so that she could beg him in earnest. "Please, please let me squeeze and massage your big beautiful cock deeeep within my pussy, Master," she breathed out in a throaty little purr that oozed both sex-appeal and soul deep desperation. "Let my tight, cock-starved little pussy milk a creampie out of you that'll have Tare-bear stuffing a plan B pill down my throat."
"Whenever we're having sex, you will call Tara Mistress," Ron corrected while closing to within just a foot away from Bonnie, and staring into her eyes. "You owe your friend several debts, and she's more loyal than you deserve."
"Yes, yes, Master," Bonnie just barely breathed out, her breasts heaving up and down between their bodies.
Stepping closer, Ron pressed his pussy-juice slathered cock against Bonnie's slim little belly. "Don't move, Bonbon. Stay perfectly still…"
In her fear of displeasing Ron during this crucial moment in time, Bonnie didn't move to nod or even speak. She merely stared up at the man with understanding and extreme eagerness reflected in her eyes.
With a small nod of his head, Ron suddenly reached back towards the sink where he'd placed Bonnie's egg-vibrator, drew the little sex toy down between Bonnie's thighs, and then turned it on with the little remote control that it was paired with. Then he was pressing the violently trembling little egg about an inch within her recently fucked asshole, and the woman was shaking exactly like her toy was as an electric sensation coursed up and down her spine. Then she loudly gasped as Ron abruptly stepped away from her, only to sigh in relief when he used the clearance he'd just created to swing his cock down towards her desperately clenching pussy-lips.
But then Ron paused, wrapped his right hand loosely around Bonnie's neck, and just stared at her face as if he could see right through her… and she didn't know what to make of it…
"I don't like you, Bonnie," Ron finally announced as he stared deep into her eyes. "You might manage to change how I view you depending on how you behave from this point forward, but it won't happen overnight simply because you let me rough-fuck your ass… I just wanted you to know… I still think you're a selfish, self-absorbed, amoral, piece of trash…"
"So, soo harsh," Bonnie gasp/panted out with eyes as wide as saucers and a brilliantly bright red flush growing across her face... She knew the blond man standing in front of her was being completely serious with her at the moment, and yet for reasons that she couldn't even begin to figure out, along with the hurt that this knowledge brought her, was an electric feeling of intense arousal that caused pussy-juices to leak down both of her inner thighs. A reaction that she could see Ron was well-aware of, and was taking advantage of. An interaction that proved Ronald Stoppable had her completely figured out.
Then Bonnie was speaking again without ever pausing to think about her words. "I… I understand, Master… Until I prove otherwise, I'm a useless piece of fuck-meat, only fit to drain your balls into… Just, just please… Please let me milk your DIIICK!"
Of course it was during the time Bonnie was saying the word 'dick' that Ron suddenly pumped his cock balls-deep within her desperately aroused and dripping little cunt, pressing every wrist-thick inch within her pussy in one medium-paced but powerful thrust that had her eyes rolling up into her head and her legs curling tightly around his lower back.
By the time Bonnie managed to pull her tongue back into her wide open mouth, her ass was being slammed back against the slick and steamy tile of the shower, and the long loud and warbling scream she was releasing was echoing all around the room. Then her arms were curling around the back of Ron's shoulders as his powerful arms began fucking her up and down the length of his dick, her big bouncing breasts were slapping and rubbing against his face, and a nearly incomprehensible string of extremely grateful words were spilling from within her mouth. "Yes's, thank you's, and the word Master," were common, but so were the words "yours, serve, spoil, and obey."
Bonnie Rockwaller was a VERY happy woman at the moment, what with how her poor little pussy was finally, FINALLY being fucked by a massive rock-hard dick, and yet she was frantically humping herself up and down within Ron's arms in her desire to make him cum.
Bonnie wanted to prove that she could spoil her Master completely rotten. She wanted to make his eyes cross. A process that was being complicated by the frequent pussy-rattling orgasms that were washing over her body, paralyzing her in place as she spilled femcum all over his balls… Even then, the blond man didn't slow down his thrusting at all, slamming his obscenely flared-out cockhead womb-deep within her shaking and shivering pussy with every long, hard, full-dicked swing of his hips, before dragging it back out again through inch after inch of fiercely resisting pussy-meat.
It felt like Ron was trying to pull Bonnie's pussy inside out with his perfectly PERFECT dick! It felt transcendent. It felt heavenly, and Bonnie was losing her fucking mind over it!
For an adrenaline and lust feuled period of time, Ron fucked Bonnie up against the wall of the shower, his hands buried knuckles deep within her fantastically full and sexy asscheeks to lift her up and down his dick, his face buried ears deep within her mind-meltingly sexy cleavage, and his teeth clenched tight as he straight-up refused to blow his load. Bonnie Rockwaller was so, so, soooo fucking sexy, and the way she was gyrating, humping and belly-dancing her hot, wet and powerfully tight cunt around every last inch of his cock felt so fucking good it was stretching his willpower to its very limits…
On the other hand, NO. Ron refused to be a two pump chump, so he was completing long strings of arithmetic and long division within his head.
But then Bonnie started begging, and Ron knew right away that all hope was lost.
"Maaaaaster," Bonnie slurred directly into Ron's ear in the sluttiest voice imaginable. "You came deep down my throat, balls-deep in my ass, and all over my body… Now I want a pussy stuffed full of it… I want to go to bed completely dominated by my new Master… Please, please paint the walls of my womb white with your biggest, thickest, most dangerous load… Make me and Tara run red lights on our way to a drugstore tomorrow morning…"
"Fuck, fuck, why are all the women in my life playing with fire like this," Ron groaned out, even as his thrusts grew harder, faster and a lot less coordinated.
"I want to please you, I want to pleasure you… I also want to feel your hot, squishy cum leaking from within my womb," Bonnie loudly moaned as Ron's increased pace caused her thighs and ass to tremble in his tightly gripping hands.
Before Ron could even begin replying to Bonnie's words, a pair of hands curled around his stomach from behind, a set of perfect C-cup breasts were flattened out against his back, and a mouth was pressing up against his ear.
"Might as well give the little cockwarmer what she wants. The two of us will keep each other… honest… in the morning," Tara breathed out before nibbling on Ron's earlobe, and squeezing his violently throbbing balls.
"Fill me," Bonnie whimpered.
"Fill her," Tara purred.
"Do it, please," Bonnie begged.
"Show her what getting bred by the best feels like," Tara coaxed with a pair of hands cupping and massaging Ron's balls.
"Jesus fucking fuuuuuuuck," Ron loudly growled as he very suddenly reached the limits of his stamina, a roiling boiling geyser of freshly cooked cum careened down his cumvein like a bullet through a rifle barrel and then slammed into Bonnie's cervix with the force of a power washer. Then Bonnie was screaming another orgasm towards the ceiling, Tara was sucking yet another hickey into the side of Ron's neck, Bonnie was pressing a surprise attack kiss onto his lips, a bright blue flash seemed to fill the entire room…
And then they were plunged into darkness as the bathroom lights turned off all by themselves.
Well… Fuck…
Even as Ron returned Bonnie's ultra-eager series of kisses, and continued releasing thick and sticky loads of scalding hot cum into her possessively squeezing pussy, he recognized that the power suddenly going out meant that it was eleven o'clock already… Somehow, without even realizing it, the three of them ended up fucking each other for two hours straight.
Something was really, really off with Ron's libido that he could fuck for that long and not even notice.
Then again, Ron had several other things to worry about at the moment, the least of which being the way Bonnie was squirming happily around his continuously cumming cock, and moan/ranting into his mouth about the jizz inflating her womb.
"Bonnie, stop for now," Ron finally grunted out, when his climax slowly came to an end, and the woman continued riding his dick. "Lights out means its mission time, and I only have twenty minutes!"
"Oh, OH! Okay then," Bonnie whisper/slurred back, as if the climax she'd just experienced knocked loose some of her brain cells...
After slowly withdrawing his dick from within Bonnie's newly creamy pussy, Ron allowed the noticeably wobbly brunette to pull both him and Tara back into her bedroom, where he threw on his clothing, and then turned towards Tara and her oversized purse.
Within the next half a minute, he was handed Tara's cell-phone, a flashlight, his lockpicking set, a large puck-shaped piece of metal, and several other simple but effective tools. Of course, Ron couldn't have brought a backpack without looking suspicious in the extreme. Thankfully for him, women carry bags of every shape and size basically everywhere they go, and nobody was going to search the contents of a purse.
Picking up the cell-phone, Ron called Wade's number as he stood at Bonnie's bedroom door.
Not even two seconds later, when the preteen computer hacker's face appeared on the screen of Tara's phone, he was already answering Ron's question. "Connie and Lonnie are both parked outside of their new ex-boyfriends' houses, where they're sending an unhinged assortment of conciliatory text messages mixed with completely horrible abuse. I don't think their… approach… is going to work… but they're not in Lonnie's bedroom, and that keeps things simple for us."
With a nod, Ron moved out of Bonnie's bedroom suite, moved to the top of the stairs, listened to the drunken children filing out the house's front door to continue their drinking in the moonlight, and then nodded his head in satisfaction. "Tara,... If you could stand here and stop any of Bonnie's… friends… from coming upstairs, while Bonnie and I move on with the plan."
Tara immediately nodded her understanding, although she looked a little envious of her friend. Then she brightened somewhat as she turned towards Bonnie. "Can you film what Ronnie does for me? I want to see it for myself."
Bonnie immediately nodded as she pulled out her phone and turned on the camera.
Ron merely rolled his eyes, as the idea of intentionally creating evidence rubbed against his every nerve. In the end, the only reason he allowed it to happen at all was because he had Wade. In dozens of different ways, Wade's skills were what made Team Possible… possible.
A minute later, Ron and Bonnie were standing in front of Lonnie's bedroom suite door and Ron was crouching down to take a closer look at her lock. "Hmmm, well… shit…"
"What's wrong?" By this point, Bonnie was on her knees at Ron's side looking at the lock.
"This here, is an Evva MCS Gen 2 lock, with a specific magnetic key," Ron explained with a scoff and a shake of his head. "I could pick this lock, sure, but it would take me about ten minutes longer than we have to get in and get out…"
After releasing a gasp of alarm, Bonnie exploded up to her feet and pointed her cell-phone camera at Ron's face. "What are we gonna do then, if we can't…"
Crack, smash, splinter, crash!
Bonnie was left just gawking through the camera-app of her cell-phone at the newly destroyed door… With no warning whatsoever, Ron had suddenly reeled back, pulled his knee up to his chest and delivered three sharp front-kicks into where the door met its lower hinge. Within just those three strikes, the wood cracked, bent and splintered free of the lower hinge's screws, and the bent door was left hanging down at a skewed angle several feet within the room.
"This is what you get when you put a masterpiece lock and latch mechanism like an Evva MCS Gen 2 on a normal wooden door," Ron breathed out with a scoff and a small shake of his head. "It appears your sisters wanted to fortify Lonnie's rooms, but they didn't want to NOTICEABLY fortify her rooms… Well… you know what they say about half measures."
"What do they say about half measures," Bonnie absentmindedly breathed out as she crouched to follow the boy under the hanging door into Lonnie's lounge area.
"We stood at the turning point, half measures availed us nothing," Ron quoted as he checked the next lock, nodded his head at the much simpler lock, and then pulled out his lockpicking tools. "It's credited as a Stephen King quote, but he stole it from the Alcoholics Anonymous book written in 1939, eight years before he was born."
"And how do you know any of that," Bonnie whispered as she pointed her cell-phone camera at Ron's busily moving hands.
"Jeopardy," Ron admitted.
"Is this how you operate during missions," Bonnie asked when she simply couldn't help herself anymore. "Like… all casual, nonchalant, and… smart-alecky?"
"Truth be told, my laid back attitude and sense of humor is the biggest reason why Kim's kept me involved up until now," Ron admitted as the lock suddenly disengaged, the door opened, and the two of them moved into Lonnie's bedroom. "Stone-silent and anxious has its time and place, but definitely not in the here and now."
With a small nod of her head, Bonnie gestured to Lonnie's closet, where a large black safe was taking up the bottom right quadrant of the space.
"That's a pretty nice safe," Ron commented with a thoughtful look on his face and an eye on his wrist watch.
"Are we fucked," Bonnie whimpered once again.
"Naw, but I'm definitely going to break their safe," Ron replied with a small, annoyed shake of his head. This safe has a dual digital and manual lock, which is fine, but only because of the power outage. At this point, the digital lock will be functioning on a battery and I can disengage it merely by stripping its charge."
With that said, Ron pulled out the puck shaped metal piece and held it carefully in his hands as he moved across the room. "This is an incredibly powerful magnet, and it'll rapidly drain away any electrical power remaining within this here little box, but it'll also shred the safe's electricals period so it's a lot like kicking down her door… Anyway, when that's done, the safe will switch over to its manual lock as a redundancy, and I'll be able to crack the safe the good old fashioned way… kinda."
"Kinda," Bonnie asked as Ron carefully released the puck shaped piece of metal and it slammed into the left side of the safe with the force of a battering ram.
"Well, I'm going to tape Tara's cell-phone to the side of the manual lock, and then affix a sound booster to the metal," Ron explained even as he did exactly what he was describing. "Cracking a safe is all about recognizing when you hear a very specific click-clicking sound caused by the two sides of a slot impacting a metal cylinder called a pin. This sounds simple, but it's not, because it's subtle, quiet, and I don't have superhuman hearing. Tara's cell-phone currently contains an app of Wade's design that will help me locate when the clicking is happening by making it a lot louder and more recognizable." With that much explained, Ron stuffed one of Tara's earbuds back into his ear, drew in a deep breath and got to work.
Soon after Ron started in on the safe, Bonnie opened her mouth to ask him questions, closed it again when she realized he needed to listen carefully, bit her bottom lip, and then sat down with her back pressing flush to his lower back.
"Everything's going to be alright, Bonbon," Ron just barely breathed out with a hand resting on Bonnie's forearm at his side. "Your sisters are what we in the biz call… dumbasses."
In the end, Bonnie didn't laugh out loud. She just barely managed to keep it in, but her body… it shook… it shook for almost an entire minute… and Ron could feel it against his back. By the time the woman finished subvocalizing a fit of giggles that had her face flushing red, Ron was finished with the lock's second tumbler and he was wrapping up the third.
Three minutes later, Ron and Bonnie were walking out of Lonnie's room with her external harddrive in hand. Ten minutes after that, Wade had finished dismantling the computer program the sisters had created to disperse their blackmail material, and five minutes after that both Connie and Lonnie's computers, as well as the harddrive were wiped completely clean…
In the end, the so-called 'mission' at Bonnie's house was the least tiring part of the whole entire night… The FAR more tiring part of the evening was trying to get any sleep whatsoever atop Bonnie's cum-soaked mattress, within arms reach of a pair of extremely lusty cheerleaders.
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Saturday, April 26th, 4:49 AM…
When Kim very suddenly returned to consciousness and bodily bounced out of her bed, it was as if a shot of adrenaline had just taken effect, leaving her bouncing on her toes as if she was taking part in a fight.
Then she glanced aside at her clock-radio and she freaked out even more because it was almost 4:50 Am!!
What?! How!?
Had Kim's meltdown lasted almost ten whole hours?! How was that even possible?!
Nevermind, there was no time for that kind of question at the moment. Ron would be leaving the country in only two hours time, and he might not even be at his house by now! Kim needed to get over to his house like now!!
At the moment, Kim was wearing sweat soaked, rumpled clothing, she had a bloodstain coating the side of her neck, and her mascara was smeared in a series of wiggly lines down both of her cheeks, but she didn't give a damn. After wiping away the mascara trails with a skirt that just so happened to be laying nearby, she scaled down the trellis outside of her window and then sprinted around the block towards Ron's front door.
She needed to make it in time, or she needed to track him down…