The Unstoppable Ron
Copyright© 2021 by BlackWizard
Chapter 7
Fan Fiction Story: Chapter 7 - A mission for Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable ends badly, which threatens to change their relationship forever, and Kim finds out why Ron always wears baggy pants.
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Ron awakes feeling hot and sticky. It takes him a moment to realize what had happened. He sighs, feeling displeased, disappointed, and a large volume of sperm sticking to his stomach and chest, almost like glue. He groans at the mess he has made while sitting up and having to do another trip to the laundry.
As Ron gently sits up, his bedroom door closes. With the room still dark, he could have sworn he saw a figure leave his bedroom from the slit of the door. Ron gingerly walks over to the door, trying to be careful not to drip any sperm on the carpet floor. Slowly opening the door, he peeks out, looking left and then right. But sees no one else around. Ron shakes his head at his imagination.
He decides to clean up in the bathroom across from the bedroom. While entering the bathroom, Ron overlooks Ann Possible’s presence. Ann has taken refuge in Ron’s parents’ bedroom, located opposite Ron’s own. Just next to the bathroom he is currently occupying. She hid just in time to avoid Ron peering out of his room. Ann leans against the door, breathing a sigh of relief after hearing Ron enter the bathroom.
Ann stays in Lisa Stoppable’s and her husband’s bedroom, trying hard not to breathe loudly. She leans against the door and only relaxes upon hearing the shower running in the bathroom next door. Knowing the coast is clear now, Ann breathes a sigh of relief. Looking down, she notices her skirt is still hiked up above the waist. Exposing her dripping wet vagina. Ann sighs as she brings her fingers to touch her lips lightly. Reminiscing about the taste of Ron Stoppable’s precum, salty and yet creamy at the same time, almost like a scrumptious dessert.
“It’s not fair!” Ann’s thoughts are almost childish.
“Not only does Ron have to have an anaconda in his pants, but his sperm has to be delicious too.”
Ann’s only regret is not taking the time to savour the taste further. Ann shakes her head to clear her mind, realizing that now that Ron is in the shower, this is her chance to ‘escape’. Before making her exit, Ann takes in the surroundings of the room. No paintings or pictures, just a small wooden cross hanging on the wall. Ann does note the two separate beds and the cross hanging between them.
Dr Possible quickly exits Lisa Stoppable’s bedroom, but before descending the stairs, she stops herself upon noticing the state of her clothes. Her purple dress is still hiked up around her waist, and her pussy tingles from the cool air outside. Ann quickly adjusts her dress downward, covering her still-wet vagina.
Luckily, Ron was still showering, giving Ann time to mend her clothing situation. Once done, Ann rushes downstairs, and she reaches the front door of the Stoppable household. While remaining inside, Ann grabs the front door and slams it shut loudly, making it appear as if she has just entered the Stoppable house and alerting Ron to her presence. Ann stays downstairs, patiently waiting for Ron. It takes a couple of minutes, but he finally descends the stairs. Ann inhales deeply upon seeing Ron’s appearance.
In his haste to see who has arrived, Ron descends the stairs wearing only jeans. His hair and skin are still damp from the shower. Ann tries not to stare at Ron’s exposed upper chest. Although Ron’s body frame wouldn’t be described as athletically large and overly muscular, Ron’s slim body is still appealing. Ron, although happy to see Ann, greeted her with a smile, albeit an awkward one.
“Hi, Mrs. P.”
“Ronald,” Ann answers, keeping her tone stoic.
While still feeling awkward, Ron is also panicking over the state of his bedroom. He is secretly praying to all the gods above that Ann won’t invite herself to his room. Unbeknownst to him, Ann is undecided whether she wants to return to Ron’s room. An animalistic side of Ann just wants to take Ron to his room, push him onto his bed, climb on top, and give him the ride of his life.
Ann shakes her head, warding off such thoughts, which draws a curious look from Ron as to why Ann is suddenly shaking her head. Behind her back, Ann rubs her hands together, remembering the feel of Ron’s massive shaft. How thick and hard that man log felt in her hands. Ann’s nostrils flare up, recalling that thick, musky, salty smell of Ron’s cock. Ron can see how distant Ann seems; he misunderstands her hesitation.
“Maybe she doesn’t want me to stay at her house anymore? What changed? Wait, did Kim tell her what happened on the plane?!
Ron suddenly realizes that Ann is speaking to him, so he refocuses on the conversation.
“Are you all packed and ready?” Ann asks.
“Um, yeah. In my room. I’ll bring it down.”
Ron scrambles back up the stairs and gets his bags ready. He throws some clothes into a luggage bag in a rush. Ron has been too busy pleasuring himself to get packed. As Ron packs his clothes and quickly dresses, he notices his ‘special’ towel. The same towel he uses to contain his ‘messes’. Ron hesitates about whether to bring the towel with him, worried that Kim or Ann Possible will discover it.
Ron is uncomfortable using a towel inside the Possible household and does not want to stain their towels with his sperm. For a second, Ron contemplates not pleasuring himself at Kim and Ann’s house. But Ron knows the reality; he may hold out for a day, maybe two. But eventually, his balls will ache almost painfully for release. Once on holiday with his parent, Ron tried his hardest not to masturbate.
He held out for three days, eventually making the excuse that he was feeling unwell so Ron could get privacy in the hotel bathroom to do his ‘business’. Despite his better judgment, he decides to bring the dirty rag towel. Ron knows his urges will come to haunt him. And he also doesn’t want to defile any of the Possible’s clothing or towels while cleaning up his messes. He gathers his belongings, including toiletries, and quickly exits his room.
Ann waits downstairs; she has to sit down, otherwise she’ll start pacing around the living room. Sitting on the lounge now, Ann almost went upstairs to Ron’s room to see what the delay was. But she worried that the temptation within the close confines of Ron’s room, or any room, would make her do something foolish. Ann almost desperately wanted to get another whiff of Ron’s musky smell of sperm.
“Oh, good. You’re ready.” Ann smiles, hiding her disappointment at an excuse to go back to Ron’s bedroom for a whiff of sperm.
Ann and Ron leave the Stoppable house together. They get in Ann’s car and drive in silence to the Possible house. When they pull into the driveway, Ann shuts off the engine and turns to speak to Ron.
“Ron?”
Ron turns to face Ann, a little nervous about how serious Ann is looking at him.
“Uh, yes, Doctor P?”
“Please, wait here for a moment. I’m going to go inside to talk to Kim. I think it would be best for her and me to chat alone”.
“Oh. Okay.” Ron replies, thinking this is probably the best for the situation.
Ann nods, opens the car door, and steps out. As she walks towards the Possible household, Ann notices movement at the third-floor window. She smiles as that is the window to Kim’s bedroom. Ann barely sees the shadow of her daughter, seemingly peering through the curtain’s veil. Ann chuckles to herself at how shy her daughter is at Ron’s arrival. Ann enters through the front door and calls out.
“Kimberley Possible!”
Kim comes running downstairs from her room, down two flights of stairs. Ann only uses Kim’s full name for two reasons. One is to have a serious talk, and the other is when Kim is in trouble. So Kim knows to come immediately when called. Kim comes down, dreading the worst. She is somewhat surprised to see her mom smiling at her.
“Come on, we need to chat.”
Ann gestures to the living room, and Kim follows her mother. The two sit beside each other on a long lounge chair.
“Kimberley!”
Again, the full name makes Kim incredibly nervous, expecting the worst, knowing a serious discussion is about to start, and that the subject most likely being discussed is Ron. Kim had seen that Ron was here, just waiting outside. His very close proximity made Kim feel uncomfortable; her stomach did backflips at the sight of Ron.
“I value complete honesty between the two of us. No secrets, right?” Ann asks.
“Of course,” Kim replies quickly.
Ann pauses for a moment before continuing, gathering her thoughts. Despite her speech about the importance of the truth, Ann herself is about to be dishonest with her own daughter. Ann couldn’t just reveal what had happened when she went to pick up Ron from his house. ‘Accidentally’ touching his massive cock and even tasting his precum.
Ann shakes such lustful thoughts, wanting to maintain some form of civility and get the conversation back on track. If Ann reveals she has been intimate with Ron, Kim would go nuclear. Ann promises she will be truthful with her daughter ... one day, but not now.
“I understand you don’t trust me yet with what happened between you and Ronald.”
Kim is about to interrupt, but Ann raises her hand to stop her daughter from speaking.
“I’m not going to pester you any further. Nor will I ask Ron what happened, as he has been silent about it.”
Kim breathes a sigh of relief, glad that Ron has been silent about what happened on the flight back. Ann notes her daughter’s demeanor is a bit cleaner than before.
“It’s obvious Kim must have seen Ron’s cock in some way. The way she’s been acting lately, both nervous and excited to
Maybe his hard-on poked through his pants. I’ve heard from Kim, on more than one occasion, of Ron’s pants being torn off in some manner during a mission.”
Ann shakes away her mind of such speculation. Just the subject of Ron losing his pants drifts Ann’s mind back to the giant, beautiful cock, and her lips around it. Ann forcefully pinches her knee to refocus on the serious discussion with her daughter, Kim.
“I just need to know you’ll give Ron a chance and not completely shut him out, while he stays with us.”
Kim nods, agreeing with her mother. She knows she cannot avoid Ron as they will be living together. Kim steels herself to face Ronal Stoppable, her best friend since they were kids. A feeling of unease and nervousness washes over her. Ann watches her daughter breathe deeply, as if she is getting her emotions under control. At least for now, no telling how Kim will feel or react when Ron comes inside.
“When I return with Ron, I want us all to talk together, okay?”
Even though Ann asked her daughter, it sounded more like a command than a request. Kim, not seeing a way out, nods again. Ann leaves the room and the house to get Ron. Kim stays seated, at first not noticing her right foot tapping rapidly on the floor, from nervousness. Kim’s stomach is also doing backflips from anxiety. A part of her wants to leave the room and go back to her bedroom, but Kim fortifies her resolve. She has never run away from a challenge in life, and Kim Possible isn’t going to start now.
“As Monique would tell me, you’re Kim freaking Possible!”
Kim is so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t notice Ann returning with Ron. Ron is carrying all his luggage. Ann offers to take a bag or two, but Ron refuses. Ann visibly sighs at Ron’s chivalry, but she doesn’t mind seeing Ron’s arms strain from the weight of carrying his two heavy bags.
Ann opens the door for Ron and notices his hesitation to cross the threshold. Ann rolls her eyes at Ron’s hesitation. Noticing her daughter still in the other room, Ann becomes mischievous. While Ron is still standing at the front door, hesitating to step forward, he doesn’t notice Ann until she’s leaning close.
“Don’t worry, I won’t bite.”
Ron gasps, not just from Ann’s teasing words. The feel of her hot breath on his ear makes him tingle. Ann leans back and giggles, enjoying the look of Ron like a gaping fish out of water. Ron has never heard Ann giggle like that; it was a beautiful sound. One that he wishes he could listen to again on repeat. Ron enters the Possible household.
Walking in, he immediately sees Kim. She’s pacing about in the lounge room and turns to see Ron. An award moment occurs between the two best friends. Kim is actually excited to see Ron; she takes a few steps toward him as if to hug him.
However, Kim stops herself, keeping a distance from Ron. Kim is remembering the last time she hugged Ron, which caused his erection to poke her. Likewise, Ron is timid and hesitates to approach Kim. Upon seeing her, Ron’s memory relives his wet dream. Details of the threesome between himself, Monique, and Kim. Especially in those sexy and revealing cheerleading uniforms.
“Oh man, not now!”
But it was too late, Ron’s cock stiffened and began to grow to full length. He becomes upset with himself, already hardening shortly after entering the household. Luckily, Ron can hide his erection behind one of his carry bags. The awkward silence expands to almost a minute. Ann claps her hands loudly, making Ron and Kim jump in shock.
“Okay, Ron. You know which room you’re in, right?”
“Ah, yeah,” Ron replies, having stayed in the spare room of the Possible house before.
Ron trudges up the stairs, carrying all his bags and almost tripping or dropping a few of them. While Ron settles into his room, Ann organises dinner, and Kim returns to her room. Ron puts his bags on the single bed, looking down and cursing at himself. His erection is pointing outward from his pants. He looks up to the ceiling, as if to call to the heavens above, to summon some kind of willpower to settle down his penis.
Ron doesn’t want to start jacking off immediately after arriving here. He gets busy unpacking and simply ignores his hard-on. Ann orders dinner, and after the call, she gets busy. Locking herself in her room, Ann changes out of her clothes. A small pile of discarded clothes is gathering on the carpet in Ann’s bedroom. Discarded for lack of sex appeal in Ann’s opinion.
Ann stands in front of her full-length mirror. She is currently wearing a red lace maxi dress with a crossover lace design that flows from the front and back. This lace detailing is along the neckline, shoulder straps, and under the bust. With her hands on her hips, Ann is posing with her back to the mirror. She shifts her hips from side to side as she checks out her backside.
“Is this really the best dress I have?!” I need to go shopping for something more revealing.”
Ann cups her breasts from below, not wearing a bra. To enjoy the feel of the lace dress against her large E-size breasts.
“Well, I know I’ll have Ron’s attention.” Ann muses with a smile.
Ann rechecks the lock on her room for a more sultry sense of privacy. Ann sits on her bed next to the bedside stand. The second drawer is locked, and Ann keeps the key in her wallet.
Inside is a wide variety of sex toys, almost filling the drawer—different kinds of dildos in shapes, sizes, textures, and colours. The biggest one Ann owns is a big black one. She takes it out and examines it closely.
Ann recalls comparing her toy with Ron Stoppable’s gigantic cock. The length is almost the same; Ron’s about two inches longer and thicker. Ann licks her lips, part of her wants to go to town on her toy, imagining it’s Ron’s monster cock.
But having touched it, accidentally, the object of her desire. Ann regards her toy as inadequate in comparison to the hunk of meat Ron is packing. Ann tries not to let her lust overwhelm her sense and responsibilities as an adult.
But replaying that moment of holding his cock sends Ann’s libido into overdrive. The memories of the smell and taste of Ron’s cum don’t help either. She swears she could taste the creamy precum in her mouth.
“His cock is like a drug!” Ann accuses.
Ann hikes up her red dress for easy access. She bends forward and, little by little and without any additional lubrication, Ann inserts her black dildo inside her wet vagina. Almost with ease and practice, she shoves her toy cock down her throat without gagging.
Ann imagines it is Ron’s cock. She plays out a scenario in her head: Ron simply walks into Ann’s room and drops his pants without saying a word. Likewise, Ann doesn’t say anything; she merely drops to her knees and starts worshipping his behemoth cock. Ann’s moans come in muffled, wet choking noises.
“Slurp! Gurk! Slurp! Gurk!”
If Ron or Kim passed by the door to Ann’s bedroom, they would hear these wet noises even through the door. Ann is not controlling herself to lessen the sound. She moves towards the bed and lies down on the mattress.
While her left hand holds the black dildo, repeatedly shoving it back and forth in her mouth, Ann reaches blindly with her right hand. Rummaging in her drawer for a toy. Not wanting to open her eyes and ruin the imagination of Ron’s throat fucking her mouth and throat. Ann finally finds the toy she’s after —a rechargeable remote-control vibrating egg.
Ann adjusts the egg setting on the remote, selecting the highest setting, then tosses the remote aside. She presses the toy against her clit. Ann squirms on her bed while continuing to deep-throat the thick black dildo. Not a minute later, Ann’s legs shoot straight up in a perfect V shape as she climaxes in bed.
Ann drops the egg but just uses her hand to furiously rub her pussylips and clit. She keeps the dildo in her throat, letting out a muffled cry. Ann gushes her juices across her bed and almost onto the carpet floor.
Ann lies panting on the bed, struggling to regain her breath. She becomes a little disappointed with herself. Ron is at the house no less than an hour. And already Ann is masturbating like crazy, being within proximity of him.
After taking a deep breath, Ann sits up on the bed. Looking down, she is glad none of her juice got on her dress. Ann goes to the side bathroom to clean herself and her toys. She gazes at her reflection in the mirror, seeing the trails of saliva on her chin. A dull ache along her jawline from the brutal thrusts. Ann wipes her chin clean of her spit. Although her sexual hunger is sated for now, Ann knows it will return with a vengeance.
Though satisfied for now with a smile. However, she is still a little mournful, wanting to go to town on Ron’s giant shaft. Kim inherited her competitive streak from Ann, and Ann looks at Ron’s cock like her Mount Everest to conquer.
“More like Ronald will be the one conquering me”, Ann thinks to herself with an amused grin.
Meanwhile, Kim is in her room, unsure what to do. She felt uncertain whether to speak with Ron. But Kim is almost fearful to be alone in a room with her best friend.
Kim’s mind is interrupted by her phone pinging with an incoming text message. Kim lies on her bed as she checks her phone. Kim sighs, unsure whether she wants to chat with her other best friend. The text reads:
“Hey, Kim. Is Ron there yet?”
Kim is still pissed at Monique for flirting with Ron. She doesn’t reply to Monique’s message, not wanting to communicate with her friend. However, that strategy doesn’t work, as Kim’s phone is ringing now. Kim suspects who it is, checking the screen to confirm her suspicion.
Sure enough, Kim sees Monique’s name on the screen, calling Kim. Kim knows that if she lets the call go to voicemail, Monique will simply hang up and call again. She will keep calling until Kim answers.
With another heavy sigh, Kim finally answers after the fifth ring. Kim rolls onto her stomach on the bed as Monique’s cheerful voice rings out from the phone.
“Hey, girlfriend! How’s it going? Or should I say How’s it hanging with Ron?”
As much as Kim wanted to stay angry with her friend, she couldn’t help but chuckle at Monique’s joke. “Hi Monique,” Kim replies, her tone disheartened.
Monique could hear the disheartening tone in Kim’s voice.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.”
Monique waits for Kim to elaborate further. When that doesn’t happen, Monique asks.
“Care to go into detail? Did you and Ron talk?”
“ ... Not yet.”
“Why the hesitation? Oh, are you waiting to catch Ron again?”
“What!? No!?”
Despite Kim’s adamant refusal, the very thought of catching Ron again masturbating sets Kim’s arousal on fire. Monique notices her friend’s heavy breathing from the other hand.
“So what are you going to do?”
Before Kim can respond, a text message from Ann arrives. In the message, she tells her daughter that dinner will be ready in 30 minutes.
“I’m having dinner now. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Kim, wait...!?”
But Kim has already hung up. She quickly gets up from her bed, suddenly eager and excited. For some reason, Kim wants to dress like she’s going out clubbing. She ransacks her closet for the right outfit to attract the right person’s attention.
“I mean not solely for Ron.” Kim’s rationales. “But I don’t want him just thinking of Monique or that bitch Shego.”
Just mentioning Shego’s name makes Kim shudder in disgust. But she brushes thoughts of her archenemy away and concentrates on the present. Kim decides to go downstairs to have a shower, change, and freshen up.
Meanwhile, Ron stays in his new room. He starts unpacking and putting away his clothes in some drawers. Ron knows it is inevitable that he and Kim will see one another at dinner time.
His thoughts get clouded with what could go wrong, like getting an erection during dinner in front of Kim and Ann. Ron’s strategy is that maybe he should pleasure himself before dinner so that particular situation doesn’t happen.
His thoughts interrupted by his phone vibrating on the desk. Ron is confused about who might be texting him right now. He checks his phone and sees a message from Monique. Ron notes that a photo is attached to the message. He clicks the image, his jaw drops, and his eyes widen like a cartoon character.