"You think I'm a whore then," Monique pressed, even as she dropped her hands down atop Ron's thighs.
"You know, Mon… Since I've met Jake, Damian and Darrell, your so-called ex-boyfriends, I'd almost be relieved to find out that you were actually being paid to spend time with them," Ron countered as he slid his hands up Monique's thighs towards the hemline of her skirt. "Truth be told, I find it a little bit insulting that you're attracted to me at all, considering your track record… Nothing but big, tall, muscular, assholes for as far as the eye can see…"
"You don't know a damned thing about me." Once again, despite the hostility of her words, Monique was pressing her forehead down against Ron's to stare into his eyes in what could only be described as an intimate fashion, and her flattened out hands were sliding up under the material of his shirt.
"I know that your pussy's so wet it's dripping, Mon. I can see that much reflected in your eyes." Ron growled back before returning his right hand up under Monique's skirt to rub his palm up the length of her arousal slicked inner-thighs... "I also know why you like to push my buttons so much… You really, really like it… when I push back..."
At the tail end of Ron's words, his fingers finally made contact with Monique's sopping wet panties and he started rubbing the palm of his hand against the red-hot pussylips contained within.
"Hohhly shit, fuck, just when did you become so… perceptive," Monique gasped out, as the circular motions of Ron's fingers against her panty covered sex made her legs wobble and her breath catch in her throat, and her hands hastily unzipped the fly of Ron's jeans.
Rather than responding to a question he didn't actually have an answer to, Ron suddenly turned Monique around between his legs, pulled her ass down onto his lap, returned his right hand between her thighs, and then slowly drew aside her panties. Despite her domineering attitude, Monique wanted him to be assertive more than anything, and that much was made perfectly obvious when she bodily shivered on his lap, leaned her back flush against his chest, and pressed a series of butterfly kisses into the side of his jaw. Then she gasped and whispered into his neck when first one and then two of his fingers curled within her piping hot pussy.
"Your pussy's so fucking hot," Ron whispered into Monique's ear, his right hand rubbing her clit and pussylips while his left roamed up her slim little belly to cup the bottom of her heavy bra clad breasts.
"And you're so hard for me," Monique cooed in return, as she dropped a hand down towards Ron's fly and curled her fingers under the cockmeat that was filling his left pant leg. "You're also big… Like, where have you been all my life big…"
Patter, pat, pat, pat pat pat pat.....
When a jogger chose that exact moment to run down the bike path just half a dozen meters behind their backs, Monique's pussy immediately tightened up around Ron's fingers and his cock twitched violently in his pants. Then the two of them were staring hungrily into each other's eyes, Monique was pushing Ron's jeans down the length of his thighs, and his left hand was sliding up the back of her tank-top to undo the clips of her bra.
As it turns out… being perverts was something that the two teenagers had in common...
For the first time since Monique first expressed a romantic interest in Ron, there was no witty banter or innuendo involved in what they were currently doing. They very quickly, very purposefully, drew aside or removed whatever clothing they considered a hindrance, until Monique's bra and panties were resting in the trunk behind Ron's back, his pants and boxers were pooled around his upper thighs, and his fully erect dick was tenting out the material of her skirt.
After cupping and squeezing both of Monique's big, glorious breasts underneath her tank-top, Ron started rolling her right nipple in between his index finger and his thumb, and he increased the pace that he was finger-fucking her soaked little pussy underneath her skirt. At exactly the same time, Monique hefted Ron's cock in both of her hands, so that she could begin milking it with long intimate wringing motions that drew dollops of precum from his cockhead..
"Your body makes me so fucking hot, Mon, and your hands feel so damned good," Ron groaned directly into Monique's ear.
"I… I can't even wrap my hands around your cock, you're so thick," Monique panted back in a stunned senseless little voice.
"Having second thoughts? At this point, Ron was worried Monique was going to pull a Zita Flores on him.
"Only that I ever fucked those mediocre jocks," Monique replied with a purr in her voice.
"Mediocre huh?" Privately, Ron doubted that her most recent ex, Damien, was small… The man was six foot five inches tall after all...
"Compared to you… even big becomes completely average," Monique breathed out, as she possessively pulled Ron's wrist-thick cock flush against her pussylips. "You're gonna stretch me right out, boy… I can't fucking wait anymore."
Without another word, Monique immediately lifted her ass up and off of Ron's lap so that she could slowly, sensually, slide her pussy all the way up the bridge of his dick and then kiss his cockhead against her puffy little pussylips.
Ron shivered in pleasure as Monique's velvety soft pussy seemed to suck on the tip of his dick. Monique's legs suddenly wobbled for the exact same reason, causing her pussylips to squeeze wetly around the first half of his flared out dome.
"Hohhh, hohfuck," Monique gasped out as she visibly struggled to remain on her feet and Ron's hands snapped out to help hold her hips in place. Then she was looking back over her shoulder to stare down into the man's eyes, and she was pressing her pussy back against his length with a throaty feline growl.
Not willing to miss even a single instant of what was happening beneath Monique's skirt, Ron lifted up the back of the billowy red material, and took in a sight that had his mouth hanging open. Monique's big beautiful bubble-butt and thick sexy thighs were swaying erotically from side to side as she slowly, ever so slowly, squelched her skin-tight and pillowy little pussylips down inch after inch of his rock-hard throbbing dick.
Fuuuuck…
Very suddenly and very powerfully, Ron found it a struggle simply to keep his newly twitching hands under control, because he had a desperate desire to just grab ahold of the woman's tiny little waist and haul her piping hot pussy down the rest of his cock. He couldn't, he wouldn't do it. Monique's pussy was so fucking tight, he was all but certain to hurt her in the process… Ron groaned out his restraint as his hands ghosted over Monique's sexily swaying thighs, and God help him, the way she was waving her ass took on an even more sensual quality as a result.
When twin shuddering moans suddenly slipped from both Ron and Monique's mouths, it was because the woman was squeezing more and more of his cock deeper and deeper inside of her incredibly possessive pussymeat, and her core muscles were coiling around his shaft as if he was being sucked on by dozens of eager little mouths. Then Monique finally finished stretching her pussylips down to the very base of Ron's dick, and she was collapsing back against his body as if she'd just run a marathon… Ron twitched and shuddered and his balls throbbed dramatically against Monique's inner thighs. Monique whimpered and moaned and pressed her face into the side of his neck.
Then the sound of a casual conversation could be heard coming from off to their left, Monique and Ron's eyes snapped to the bike path through the scattered trees, and they saw two housewives rounding the corner of the path…
In return, the two exercising housewives just barely caught sight of Monique "sitting on Ron's lap" through the trees, and they arched their eyebrows at each other for just an instant before continuing their conversation… For all that Monique was apparently being a little too affectionate in a public place, the worst of their crimes was currently hidden from view underneath her flared out skirt… The two housewives continued walking down the path, seemingly unconcerned about two teenagers flirting in the park.
And Monique gasped, and she whimpered, and she shook, and she shivered, and she pawed at Ron's thighs and lower back, and she keened like a boiling over tea kettle, before her desperately clenching cunt finally started spilling pussy-juices all over the man's cock, balls and inner thighs. "Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck fuck fuuuuuck!…" The bitch-breaker dick that was currently hilted womb deep within her perversely stretched little pussy, paired with almost getting caught by a pair of cell-phone weilding housewives, was driving Monique up, into, and right fucking through a totally unexpected orgasm that was just as powerful as it was sudden. An orgasm that was made all the more intense, when Ron's right hand suddenly started pinching one of her nipples under her shirt, and his left hand began rubbing the ever living hell out of her clit. For well over half a minute longer, Monique instinctually drove her pussylips down around the base of the man's cock, as she moaned a helpless climax into his shiny blond hair..
"Fuck. Fucking fuck… I can't even believe that I just… so hard…so sudden…" Monique haltingly gasped out in a shaky little voice as she moved her right hand to rest flat above her belly button. "Your cock reaches so fucking deep within my belly. I've never even… Boy…"
"You're still going to call me 'boy' even now," Ron huffed out, after removing his lips from Monique's neck where he'd been stifling a long drawn-out moan. The last half a minute had been waaay too close for comfort for him, as Monique's orgasmically clenching cunt almost had him cumming right along with her. Speaking of which, he really needed to know... "Monique… Birth control?"
After rolling her eyes at Ron's 'boy' crack, and then feeling her cock-stuffed pussy tighten up in response to his much more reasonable ' birth control' question, a wide mischievous smile slowly grew across Monique's newly red-flushed face, and she felt her heart start racing in her chest... Yes. Oh yes… This would definitely do the trick…
Turning her face in order to press her cheek flush against Ron's jaw, Monique gently, intimately, combed a hand through his shiny blond hair, and started grinding her thick sexy ass back against his lap with all the skill of a professional stripper... For the next forty-five plus seconds, Monique rubbed, wiggled and bounced her big brown bubble-butt down atop Ron's thighs, squeezing the hell out of his big, beautiful cock with every single movement that she made…
And she felt the exact moment Ron forgot he'd ever even asked her a question...
Only then, when Ron's fingers were sinking knuckles deep within Monique's tit flesh, his tightly wrapped arms were pumping her ecstatically happy pussy up and down his dick, and his breaths were quickly wafting against her neck, did she moan out a response to his question that was sure to stop his heart..
"I'm not taking any birth control… Daddy..."
Of course Ron's gut-check reaction to Monique's words was to scoff in amused disbelief, because Monique was a career oriented overachiever, aiming for Harvard... At exactly the same time, his eyes also widened to the size of saucers, a quiet little groan slipped out past his tightly clenched teeth, and his cock lurched dramatically within Monique's tightly coiling pussy. Finally, when the wave of surprisingly powerful, knee-jerk arousal slowly ebbed away, Ron drew in a very deep breath, grinned wolfishly into Monique's cheek, and then returned to scrubbing her pussy up and down the length of his cock. "Nice try, Mon… I'm wise to your games… There's no damned way you're not on the pill."
"But, I'm not playing games with you… Daddy," Monique cooed in a sugary sweet little voice, as she increased the pace she was squelching her soaking wet pussy up and down Ron's deeply embedded dick. "And no... you're definitely not a boy, Ron… You're a bold, assertive MAN, and you're about to claim me as your own. You're just minutes away from derailing my entire fucking life with your gigantic veiny dick, and the contents of these heavy hanging balls…"
At the tail end of those words, Monique's free hand started massaging Ron's testicles between her thighs, feeling his crab-apple sized balls buck and bounce atop her gently kneading fingers.
"I don't… believe you… like, at all," Ron growled back, even as his cock trembled and shook, and his fucking grew even more intense.
"Good! Good! That's perfect!... Please don't believe me! Please don't pull out," Monique moaned, all while releasing a loud and maniacal laugh. "Just do it, DADDY! Just blow your entire fucking load balls-deep inside of my eager little cunt! Flood my ultra-fertile womb with all of your piping hot cum and bathe my fucking eggs in your seed! Knock me up! Knock me right the fuck up, you beautiful, big-dicked breeding bull of a MAN!"
By the time Monique was finished using the threat of pregnancy to activate his fight or flight instincts and taunting his masculinity by stroking his ego in an insultingly obvious fashion, Ron's mind was in a state of confusion based paralysis, leaving his hyper-aroused body to take control…
Which it did…
Without a single thought to the consequences, Ron suddenly unclipped and cast aside Monique's skirt, pushed off his pants, bounced to his feet, and bent over the newly wailing woman against the side of her car. Then he was hauling Monique's steamy little cunt up and down his cock with his hands wrapped tightly around her tiny little waist, and he was growling down into the skin between her shoulder-blades. Even though Ron was like ninety-eight percent certain that Monique was currently screwing with him and she was actually taking birth control, it was that remaining two percent that had him rough fucking her like a caveman, and he didn't like what that was revealing about him as a person…
As it turns out, Monique was right… Ron was just a stupid, irresponsible, cum-spilling man, ready and perfectly willing to ruin her entire fucking life…
And Monique Johnson completely fucking loved it!
"Yes, Daddy! Yesss! Take me, use me, fuck me uuuuup you absolute STUD," Monique whined and moaned directly into the side panel of her car, bouncing her whooty ass back against Ron's rapid-fire thrusts the whole entire time. "Fill me with every last inch of your big fat donkey-dick until I'm yours and yours alone! Fuck me, fuck my life, fuck my woooomb!"
As if the very thought of her womb getting fucked was a trigger of some kind, a torrent of femcum suddenly poured from Monique's violently shaking cunt, her legs started wobbling weakly underneath her body, and Ron was forced to take up the slack. After a single instant of rapid movement, Ron had Monique's body turned around upon his dick so that her back was getting fuck up against the car, her tank top covered tits were flattened out against his chest, her legs were twining together around his lower back, and her mouth was latched firmly around the side of his neck.
Wrapping his right hand around Monique's neck in return, Ron forcefully popped the woman's hard sucking mouth off of yet another dark purple hickey, and then held her face within inches of his own. In an immediate response, both of Monique's hands curled around the back of his head, so that she could pull his lips into a hard, hungry, animalistic kiss that had them both moaning into each other's mouths.
"You're a freak," Ron finally groaned out directly into Monique's mouth.
"So are you," Monique immediately replied in a deliriously happy little whimper, made all the more perverse by how her body was shaking its way into yet another intensely powerful climax upon his cock. Then the woman's pussy was strangling Ron's dick within a red-hot sucking sleeve of incredibly possessive pussymeat, her eyelids were fluttering over fuck-drunk, vacant eyes, and her lips were pressing sloppy little kisses into Ron's cheek, jaw and neck.
An elderly man on a bicycle and a middle aged woman on rollerblades chose that moment to pass by on the nearby bike path, both seemingly too focused on their own efforts to pay their surroundings any mind…
In an instantaneous reaction, Monique whimpered, squirmed, moaned and came all the harder...
Monique's violently trembling pussy-muscles almost forced Ron to cum right along with her, but he just barely managed to stop himself because, no… not quite yet… Not until Monique received every second of the spectacle she was asking for… Then he saw it and a feral smile quickly grew across his face.
Monique was cumming so hard and so frequently, she didn't immediately realize it when she was no longer being pressed up against the side of her car. By the time she noticed that Ron was impaling her on his dick with just his arm strength alone, the teen had already marched them halfway across the clearing towards a horseshoe shaped line of medium height pine bushes.
"Hohhmygawds, Daddy. Too close, too open, too fucking risky!" Despite her squealed out protests, Monique's real reaction was to start humping her hips up and down within Ron's arms like a complete fucking maniac, and begin releasing a completely unhinged little laugh into the side of his neck. Then her shoulders were being pressed down into the grass in the middle of the bushes, her ankles were being forced up beside her head, her ass was elevated a foot off the ground, and Ron was staring down into her eyes as he shoved his cock back into her hungrily sucking depths…
"You're mine. Your body's mine," Ron suddenly declared as he started slamming his dickhead down against Monique's precum stained cervix in powerful full-dicked thrusts.
"Yes Daddy! Yours! I'm all yours," Monique agreed with zero hesitation.
"You're my well-trained little fuckpet now, a tightly squeezing hole for me to drain my balls into," Ron continued.
"Yes! Yes! I promise to be hot, wet and tight for you at all times, Daddy," Monique moaned back, all while pulling Ron's face ears deep within her big bouncing breasts. "I promise to take all of your biggest, thickest, hottest loads directly onto my eggs!"
With an unhinged, feral groan, Ron bore down even harder over Monique's body, slamming his dick balls deep within her frothy little pussy over and over again for God only knows how long. His right hand curled behind Monique's head, his lips crashed down into hers, his balls cracked loudly against her upraised ass cheeks, and his cock created a symphony of wet squirting sounds as he churned a river of steamy femcum out of her shivering, shuddering depths. He fucked Monique like an animal, just three meters away from the bike-path and barely concealed from sight, and the woman moaned like a whore the whole entire time.
In the end, Ron and Monique probably weren't seen by anyone… but then again maybe they were… Neither of them were in a state to notice such things anymore, as they were far, far too wrapped up in each other's bodies, and the hot wet messy need that they could feel coiling up inside their sexes.
"Cumming… I'm going to cum soon," Ron finally grunted, when Monique's obscenely active little pussy squeezed his cockhead in just the right way, and his balls clenched up tight against his hard twitching shaft.
"Ooooooh yes Daddy! Yes please, please creampie my ecstatic little cunt," Monique whimpered back, her entire body shivering as she experienced nearly explosive levels of both arousal and excitement.
By this point, Monique's arms and legs were wrapped so tightly behind Ron's back, her entire body was leaving the ground whenever he pulled his cock too far out of her persistently sucking depths. At exactly the same time, the woman was licking, kissing and biting at his chest, nipples, shoulders and neck, and humping her hips back up at his rapidly descending dick like a complete fucking wild woman. Ron could also tell because of the way his newest lover's pussy was squeezing his shaft, that Monique was just seconds away from cumming her fucking brains out again, and she was attempting to make him join her.
And that was the moment when Ron decided to give Monique exactly what she wanted… in more ways than one…
"Fine then! Take my cum, slut! Take it all," Ron growled out in a fierce and domineering tone of voice, as she slammed his cock balls deep in Mon's hot, wringing depths, and then ground his cockhead within the entrance to her womb... "Take my cum into your thirsty fucking womb, and get yourself bred like a good little bitch!"
"Yes Daddy! Yes yes yes yes fuck fuck fuuuuuck," Monique screamed towards the sky, as her ass and thighs shook like jello, her core muscles coiled up into iron bands, and her pussy tightened into a vacuum seal around every last inch of Ron's incredibly perfect dick. Then the woman was screaming her newest, most powerful orgasm yet, into the side of Ron's neck, because he'd dropped his upper body down atop of hers, had his arms curled tightly around both her thighs and her shoulders, and his rhythmically clenching balls were bouncing atop the upraised globes of her ass.
With one last hard, grinding and pressing motion, purely to squeeze the tip of his thick bulbous cockhead as deep within Monique's cervix as possible, Ron groaned, tensed up, and then grunted loudly as his hips rocked downward… His eyes closed tightly and his mouth hung open as a high-pressure geyser of roiling boiling cum instantly surged down the length of his cumvein, and then exploded out of his bucking, bobbing cockhead womb-deep within Monique's tightly clenching cunt.
"HohhhGod, Hoohhh yes yes yes! Daddy, Daddy, you're so good, so great, so fucking big! You're doing it! You're breeding your desperate little bitch! You're stuffing my womb full of your cum," Monique scream/moaned as she felt a rapidly expanding mass of piping hot seed expanding deep, deeeep within her belly, causing chains of orgasmic pleasure to explode outwards from her overwhelmed little pussy and run up and down her spine. Stars exploded in her vision, followed by a brilliantly bright blue light as her eyes rolled up into her head. Then she was awash in a wave of pure sensation, as Ron started pumping his cock within the deepest two inches of her pussy, fucking more and more of his cum deeper and deeper into her womb.
For almost an entire minute, Ron slammed his hips down into Monique's big beautiful bubble butt and sexy shivering thighs, releasing a torrent of thick, gluey cum into her endlessly welcoming womb. About halfway through that time, Monique's pussy was filled to capacity, at which point dollops of churned up, frothy seed started leaking from her perfectly O'd out pussylips. It was also around that time Ron pulled down the neckline of Monique's tank top to suck a sharp little hickey into the side of her right breast.
In response to Ron's mouth upon her breast, Monique cradled the back of his head as if she was nursing a child, while her other hand idly rubbed at her cumstuffed little tummy. Right until the very end, the woman was playing her part… She was bound and determined to act like nothing more than a crazy breeding bitch…
Fuuuck…
After Monique's sexy actions drew one last powerful cumshot from his incredibly well-drained balls, Ron allowed her legs to drop behind his back where they immediately curled around his thighs. In the seconds that followed, he eased forward over her body to press a much more gentle and lingering kiss down into the woman's slightly parted lips.
For a little less than a minute, Monique and Ron enjoyed the afterglow of super powerful orgasm, holding each other tightly and kissing whatever patch of skin was currently in front of them… Then the two of them very suddenly remembered exactly where they were, exactly how they looked, and exactly how illegal their actions actually were, at which point they rapidly bounced to their feet, dashed through the trees towards Monique's car, and picked up all of their clothes. Soon enough, both Ron and Monique were driving out of the park without even a backwards glance…
Neither Ron nor Monique had even tried to put their clothes back on yet. Ron hadn't bothered because he was in a hurry to leave the park… Monique hadn't even considered doing so because her pussy was currently leaking a torrent of sticky cum down both of her thighs, and she couldn't afford to get the stuff all over her skirt.
Then the woman had a thought, and a devilish smile crossed her face…
When Monique parked her car at a nearby gas station, Ron wasn't all that surprised. When she leaned in over his body towards her glove compartment and pulled out what looked like a tampon, he didn't know quite what he was looking at… When the woman removed the cylindrical device from within its wrapper and then proceeded to plug up her cum-leaking pussy with it, he gulped in a reflexive fashion…
Jesus Christ… Monique Johnson was a freak…
"Can't have any of your cum leaking out of my pussy, now can we," Monique purred directly into Ron's ear, before kissing his cheek and returning to the task at hand. Over the next couple of minutes, she wiped off both of her inner thighs with a series of exceptionally cum-stained wet wipes, wiggled her cute little panties back up her long lean legs, and then pulled her skirt back around her sexy flared out hips. By the time she was finished, Ron was back in his jeans, but they were tenting out at the crotch around his brand new erection…
"You really are a fucking stud," Monique breathed out with an eye on the boy's cock… Then she bit her lips and shook out her head. School… They had to get to school… With a long indrawn breath, and a white knuckled grip on her steering wheel, Monique reversed her car out of the parking spot, and continued her commute back to Middleton High…
"Birth Control," Ron suddenly asked again into the comfortable silence filling the car...
"You'll never hear me say," Monique replied in a very amused and self-satisfied tone of voice...
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When Ron finally made it back to his locker, it was to find a second note folded several times and stuffed into its air vent.
BR and KP have called for an emergency CS meeting tonight. They will be attempting to find a replacement M who can take part in routines. I'm under the impression this will be an impossible task, and is a massive waste of time. If we can't find a replacement there will be a late night practice. We'll need to figure out how to do all of our routines without a strong central pillar in the form of our M. I think this will take most of the night, so I doubt I'll be able to help you study. Barring some kind of disaster, I'll be at your place again tomorrow night.
The note was unsigned but the message was clear nonetheless. Tara Strongwell was going to be busy for the evening with the Cheer Squad, so Ron should focus all of his efforts on studying Chemistry. It would be a bit of a boring evening, but he wasn't all that bad at Chemistry, and he might actually get more studying done without all of the sexy distractions.
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"That was atrocious! Leave and never come back! Next!" Bonnie sighed dramatically, as yet another hopelessly awful wannabe mascot proved that wearing the Middleton Mad Dog costume was quite a bit more physically demanding than it appeared. This most recent boy had been trying to perform something that resembled a backflip, when he'd landed on his head and tumbled into the stands. So far tonight, no one, not even the reluctant athletes on loan from the gymnastics club, were capable of hauling around that mascot costume, during a routine.
"Nice try and thank you," Kim interjected, in order to soften the blow that Bonnie had just delivered. As the dejected boy walked away, she gave her cheerleading co-head the stink eye. "Bonnie, come on. There's no reason to be so rude to the people trying out."
Bonnie immediately chafed big time at Kim's rebuke. There were several different reasons for her current anger but mostly it was because, where did that uppity redheaded bitch get off? In recent months, watching Kim yell at Ron about a minor misstep here or a lapse in timing there, had become a familiar pastime for everyone in the cheer squad. Being nice to the people trying out was all well and good, but if Kim was going to be a completely unreasonable bitch to them immediately after they actually make the squad, then Bonnie considered what she was doing a favor. She opened her mouth to tell her co-head exactly what she thought of her so-called "kindness," but she was interrupted.
As Bonnie inched ever closer towards a blow up, Tara drew her aside with an insistent hand on her shoulder. She turned Bonnie towards her, hugged her softly and then used their closeness to whisper into her ear. "Let's just let this one go Bonnie. I know what you want to tell Kim off about, but I think it's for the best that you don't. Kim clearly has no idea how out of control she's been acting towards Ron, so she has no idea how big a hypocrite she's being. Personally, I don't see the problem with letting her experience the consequences of her actions..."
It wasn't the hug or Tara's whispered intervention that stopped Bonnie's rant. Instead it was the completely genuine surprise that she felt at her friend's rather cruel intentions. Tara was basically saying that Kim was screwing herself over big time right now in regards to Ron, and any attention they brought towards her behavior would only be doing her a favor. If they were to insult Kim by saying she'd been mean to Ron lately, then there was always the chance that the redhead would pull up, apologize and save her relationship. Just by looking into Tara's eyes, it was obvious that the blonde didn't want that to happen. Bonnie had never seen this cold-blooded side of Tara Strongwell before, and she felt a shiver go up her spine at just the thought of it. Then, all of the sudden, she was nodding, and a satisfied smile was developing upon her face. "Wow Tara... That's hot."
In response to Bonnie's praise, Tara brushed off her shoulder in the age old "I know I'm awesome" maneuver. Under normal circumstances, Bonnie's praise would've made her feel guilty, but this time she was fine with it.
Bonnie returned to Kim's side, shrugged as if to say whatever you want, and then looked at a list of people in her hand. "Now… The next person to try out tonight is Howard Smith. He's a chess team member, legally blind and unbelievably overweig..."
It was a very long and fruitless night for everyone involved with the Cheerleading Squad.
After an entire night spent relearning Chemistry from the ground up, Ron climbed wearily into bed and began his meditation. Slipping into his Mindscape was getting easier every time he did it and Ron was looking forward to practicing more Katas. What he didn't know as he entered a vast, grassy plain was that he had not just one, but two disembodied observers…
Thursday April 27, 0850 AM
"Hey Ron... If you really need some help studying for your exams this Friday, I might be able to spare some time later this afternoon..."
Ugh...
Even as the question left her mouth, Kim wished that she wasn't such a good person, and she didn't feel obligated to carry Ron through school like this. He never studied, was always unprepared, and was irresponsible in the extreme. The very least he could do in return, is get over the little tiff he was having with Bonnie, and come back to the Cheer Squad.
Ron clearly didn't understand just how inconvenient Kim was finding his current attitude problem...
Case and point, the ungrateful ass hadn't even responded to her presence yet!
What the Hell! It didn't even seem like Ron had registered her presence at all, as involved as he was with his notes. Wait... notes?...
Looking down at Ron's workspace, Kim noticed for the very first time that every last inch of his desk was completely inundated with copious notes, from all of his different classes. Well... I'll be damned... Maybe Ron was capable of studying after all... The jerk! Was leaving her for the summer and deserting her on her missions so important to him that he'd stoop to actually studying for once!
Very suddenly, Kim lost all patience with Ron and walked away. She'd offered to help him now, so when he failed without her, she wouldn't need to feel any guilt whatsoever…
Three Hours Later…
"Ron, Ron, God, my God, good, so fucking good, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeaaahhh!!!" As Monique came again for God knows what time, she screamed at the top of her lungs until her face was pushed firmly down into Ron's Fearless Ferret pillow. It was too much. She was seeing stars. She was gasping for air. She was in danger of passing out.
Monique whimpered when she suddenly heard Ron growl behind her back and tightly wrap his large hands just above her dramatically flared-out hips. He was close. No... He was there! While using the globes of her ass for purchase, Ron pulled her violently trembling pussylips flush with his balls to brutally grind his cockhead against her incredibly needy womb. Then, with a hard slap to her right ass cheek to act as a final warning, she felt the man's massive, piping hot load start painting her womb white with all the pressure of a fire hose!
For the second day in a row, Monique found herself shaking and shivering in both sensory overload and sexual overexcitement. She felt electrified. She felt raw like a sunburn. She felt both used and filthy...
She felt amazing!!
Holy God!...
As Monique's thighs shook like they were being electrocuted, rippling her asscheeks like jello where they weren't flattened against Ron's waist, she struggled to come to terms with the fact that her brand new lover was going to leave her high and dry for the entire length of the summer... Casting that depressing thought aside, Monique grunted as Ron crashed down atop her back. His sweaty and surprisingly heavy body pressing her down into his bed without a single care in the world.
God... What a beast... What a fucking stud...
"That was incredible Mon," Ron gasped into Monique's ear. His body twitching and trembling as his cock was milked empty within his math tutor's tightly clenching cunt.
"Boy... no words." Squirming to the side a bit so that she could look over her shoulder at her new lover, Monique grinned impishly and nibbled at his jaw. "If this is what you're going to pay me with, I'll end up tutoring your math skills until we're both physicists."
Ruefully shaking his head into Monique's sweaty hair, Ron sighed quietly. "I'm not a whore Mon. I appreciate the tutoring for Friday, but in the future, I won't require payment for services rendered. It's simple really. You're hot as all Hell and I'm DTF (Down to fuck)."
"Hah! You're speaking my language in more ways than one," Monique giggled into the pillow before wiggling an arm free from under her body, to look at her wrist watch. "Bad news Ron. We're running out of time until our afternoon classes. You're going to have to pull that unnecessarily large cock out of me, or we aren't going anywhere..."
With a barely audible groan, Ron pulled his oversensitive cock out of Monique's continuously clenching pussy. God... The woman's body was fucking lewd, and that fact was never so obvious as when he tried to pull out of her thick, hungry pussy. Rising to his feet, Ron turned around to take in his friend/lover's completely languid form. This just wouldn't do. Leaning over the bed, Ron started drumming a fast paced beat on the two wonderful globes of Monique's bubble butt. The girl looked like she might fall asleep and miss her afternoon classes. "Wakey, wakey Mon. Places to be and classes to attend."
"I know that Ron, and I'm actually too well rested to fall asleep anyway, even after the tenderizing you just gave me. I had a really interesting dream last night, and then woke up feeling like a brand new woman." As if to prove her point, Monique rolled off of Ron's bed and then sprang up to her feet.
"Oh? An interesting dream huh?" For obvious reasons, Ron could understand how that felt. His dreams were very far from normal lately, and yet he'd never felt better in his entire life. Exiting his bedroom, he started to play with the master bathroom's shower, to get the heat just right. While he and Monique may be running late, heading back to school smelling like a hard fucking was to be avoided.
"Yeah Ron, interesting... I was a disembodied spirit in a never ending field of grass, watching you put yourself through a martial arts montage... Does that sound familiar to you?" Under normal circumstances, Monique wasn't the type to believe in this kind of mystical bullshit, but she'd been there, she'd experienced it, and she knew it to be real. Ron was taking part in ninja training like some kind of B movie hero, and she was digging it…
Ron had been testing the temperature of the shower when Monique dropped that bomb, and as a result, he tripped and made a header right into the bathtub. Straightening up in a lurching and ungainly way, Ron looked back at Monique aghast. It appeared that he didn't need to confirm any of her suspicions. His over the top surprise was all she'd needed to see.
"So it's all true then, huh? You're becoming some kind of chosen one, warrior, hero type..." The smile on Monique's face was both predatory and innocently enthusiastic at exactly the same time. While on the one hand, she was hot for the idea of Ron being some kind of badass warrior, on the other hand, she was kind of a geek and was enjoying this real life superhero story. Her love of professional wrestling was translating well in this instance, assuring that Monique was having fun.
"I'm... Uhhhh… Well ninja warrior is the plan, but I wouldn't call myself much of anything just yet," Ron hedged in a distracted and honest fashion. The fact that Monique had been in his Mindscape was blowing Ron's mind, because so far as he knew, that was impossible. His Mindscape was an impossibly personal and private place, because it was an amalgamation of his soul and his subconscious mind. It shouldn't be a tourist location for dreaming teenaged girls... Ron was going to have to mention this to master Sensei tonight, when he went to bed.
"Is the dream why I feel so damned good today?" The question was mostly rhetorical. Monique was all but certain it was.
"My Mindscape, which is the grassy plain you're describing, is a metaphysical location that I can use to train in my sleep, and broaden my spiritual horizons. Yes. When I spend the night training in my Mindscape, I wake up far more well rested and energized than normal. I have no idea how you were able to access it, or why it would energize you." With that much said, Ron just shrugged his shoulders and stepped into the shower. All of these revelations were interesting, but they didn't change the fact that they had to get back to school.
"This is soooo cool Ron," Monique enthused, as she joined her newest obsession in the shower. "No wonder you're calling it quits with team Possible. Soon enough, you're going to have all the skills required to be a standalone agent."
"The new training regimen has nothing to do with that," Ron clarified, before immersing his face under the stream of water. He had no intention of explaining anything that Monique might turn around and tell Kim.
Monique could see from Ron's retreat under the water that the boy wasn't going to get into that particular conversation. She also didn't have the time to harass him about it, because they only had twenty minutes left until classes resumed.
Still...
Monique wondered what exactly Kim had done that had led to all this… drama. She also started seriously considering telling Kim about the severity of their issues. Her redheaded friend clearly had no idea just how bad her relationship breakdown with Ron was, or just what exactly she was going to be missing out on… While it went without saying that Monique didn't want increased competition for Ron's attention, there were several things that Kim was smart enough to eventually figure out all by herself, and Monique wasn't looking forward to having that happen…
Kim was eventually going to find out all by herself that Monique and Ron are... involved, that Ron's body is of Olympian athlete physical fitness, and that Ron had distanced himself from her to the point that they were barely even acquaintances anymore. None of those things even come close to being the worst thing that Kim was going to figure out though…. The last and most damning thing that Kim was going to put together all by herself, was that Monique had known about her and Ron's relationship breakdown, and had decided not to give her any warning whatsoever...
No matter how you look at it, Monique and Kim's friendship wouldn't survive the fallout of that last revelation. Hell... Ron had taught her a painful lesson just two days earlier, regarding the dangers of keeping secrets for personal gain. Right now, Monique could've been someone that Ron was taking seriously from a romantic standpoint, but instead she was just a tutor that was getting fucked silly...
Soon enough, Ron and Monique were clean, dressed, and pulling into the school's parking lot. They were also talking shop about Ron's schedule before Saturday. Unfortunately, Ron's exams would take up all of the following morning, so he wouldn't have any free time to spend alone with Monique. What that meant was that for the foreseeable future at least, their physical relationship had come to an end. That didn't mean that Monique didn't want to eat lunch with Ron the next day, to find out how he'd done on his tests. Despite the fact that he knew Monique was the pushy and curious type, Ron was actually a little bit touched about his math tutor's concern. He quickly agreed to eat lunch with Monique in the cafeteria while he waited for his final results.
With their plans worked out Ron and Monique split up to attend their afternoon classes.