RSAHNP - Camille’s Redemption (Patreon)

Hello everyone.

Here is another writing for you. This piece is taking place somewhere in the future from the comic. At this time Ron is moved well away from his parents, and you can almost see it as a sequel to another piece that I am working on. Or rather, me and my writer is working on.

So please see this as a second part, and try to imagine for yourself the things that has happened before this point in time.

Just so you have a little hint.

Camille did a trick on Ron and the girls with her powers to change into nearly anyone.

She was trying to get herself pregnant with Ron’s child, thus get a claim on his fortune. But she was caught before she could conceive, and from other crimes she was sent to prison. But Ron’s feelings for her did not go away over night. Perhaps he felt responsible for her. Perhaps he felt pity. In any way, he ended visiting her in the prison she was locked up in, every single week. She didn’t get too long, but… long enough for it to hurt for Ron.

So, now that the stage is set, please try and enjoy this writing, starring Camille Leon.

Please keep in mind that all characters portrayed in this writing are of legal age, and all are consenting participants. Also, it is not advised to perform the act illustrated in this piece at home without proper preparation.

With all that said and done, I hope you will have understanding for my poor language skills and use your absolutely brilliant and fantastic abilities to carve out something useful from my silliness ❤️

Yours truly

Hammer

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Ron Stoppable was sitting in the booth of a low risk secure facility for women.

It was a prison, but as far as prisons go, it was a rather fancy one. He had seen one or two inmates on his way here. Their jumpsuits were orange and they all seemed well treated and well fed.

But a prison is still a prison. Ron was sitting in the visiting area. A place where you talked to a person through a phone line and with a wall of plexiglass separating you.

It was low security, but still... they had to make sure no one got any contraband inside.

Ron had come here again, as he did every single week. He did it to visit a woman... a woman to whom he was her only friend.

The door opened and a female corrections officer stepped inside, and escorted a tall, thin and absolutely gorgeous woman.

She was blonde and her radiant blue eyes were almost shining. And she beamed up with a smile that made her ten times more beautiful than normal.

Even now, after she had been inside for a month, she was still gorgeously tanned and seemed to be in her prime.

The prison was a facility that catered to the super rich people, who occasionally did something so bad that not even the most shark toothed lawyers could wiggle them out of some prison time.

Mainly politicians, and members of high society.

That included the woman in front of Ron, who sat down and smiled at him as she grabbed the phone.

Camille: Hey Baby...

Ron smiled and held his one phone.

Ron: Hey gorgeous... How are you doing?

Camille shrugged and looked like she actually enjoyed herself.

Camille: As far as prisons go, this place isn’t half bad... Then again, it’s my first time being incarcerated since I was 16.

Ron: How did it go with the parole board?

Camille stuck out her tongue and made a silly sound. But she still smiled.

Camille: No deal... They kept insisting that I wear an ankle monitor. No way in hell am I ever wearing such a thing. And they want me to be assigned a legal guardian. It’s kinda like a ward program. The ward will have to tell me what to do, and give weekly reports on my behavior. Like hell I am ever signing up for that. Rather sit out the rest of my time.

 Ron: How long is that time?

Camille finally looked a little bummed.

Camille: 4 months...

Ron’s smile became forced.

Ron: Are you sure you wouldn’t be able to cope, gorgeous? I mean... then you could be out in a few days and... You know... you can just stay with me and...

Camille: No thanks Ron. I mean... I would love to stay with you, it’s just...

She shook her head and her smile became a little grim. She looked at him with her big blue eyes.

Camille: I did the crime... I deserve the time... And maybe Ron... you should just quit it with the visits, I mean... Heck it was you and your girls whom I tricked and conned...

Camille took a deep breath and she looked very remorseful.

Camille: Why are you showing up every week Ron? What is it that you feel you owe me?

Ron placed his hand on the glass separating them.

Ron: Camille... I wouldn’t want anyone to sit in prison... even a 5 star one... Especially not one who I...

Ron smiled a little darkly and Camille let out a little giggle... their last wild memory together was... one of epic proportions... they had made love... wildly and... intensely... Camille had been in a myriad of different disguises that day, but when she and Ron had sex... she hadn’t been able to hold the mask, and she had lost control... after that, she and Ron had fucked like wild animals. And... It was only afterwards that she had been apprehended by the authorities.

Ron hadn’t filed charges against her, but the state still wasn’t able to forgive all her crimes. She had to do time. And due to her many connections, and her estranged dad... she had landed time in the Upperton Paraloka Female Corrections facility, which was the finest and best prison for women in the entire country.

Camille hadn’t expected this from her parents, and... to her surprise, Ron Stoppable even testified in her defense. Saying that the crimes against him were not violent or with malicious intent.

Which... was true... to a degree... But... Camille had been really moved that he had taken the stand and spoken for her on her day of reckoning.

He had protected her.

And Camille was sure that had he not taken the stand or testified, then it had been possible she would have gotten years inside, instead of a few months. After Ron’s speech, the judge

 seemed far more willing to be lenient on her. And though Camille had a really good lawyer, she was surprised to know her punishment.

She would only have to wear the orange for 6 months total. With the possibility for parole after 1 month served. It was a slap on the wrist for what she had done - even in her opinion.

Camille had lifted her hand and placed it on Ron’s hand print on the plexiglass. It was just her emotions, but she felt like she could feel his warmth through the glass and it made her stomach tingle with a million butterflies.

The young man in front of her was so handsome and so charming... and frankly... he was exactly the kinda guy she had always dreamed and longed for. Genuine... to the core... everything she had never been really...

Her time inside had taught her what little she actually had in her prestigious life of wealth and privilege... she was utterly and purely... alone...

Her mom hadn’t visited her... her father hadn’t visited her... none of her former friends had bothered to show up.

But Ron Stoppable... the guy who basically was her victim... he showed up on time every single week and he talked to her and told her about life outside and talked about goofy stuff.

Camille had been enchanted with him before today... but she now knew... with all her heart... that she was in love... possibly for the first time in her entire life.

Ron: I really wish you would reconsider, gorgeous... then we could be together... No one but you insists that you stay in here... even the judge threw you a bone with this possibility...

Camille sighed and nodded.

Camille: I can’t help how I feel Ron... But this is how I feel... Especially since it was you I wronged...

Ron: Oh come on... I’ve had school bullies treat me worse... No kidding, once they pulled me by my legs over the floor of the entire school.

Camille heard Ron’s tone and she couldn’t help but giggle. Ron smiled. Ron seemed to get an idea.

Ron: Say... what if... I was your parole officer?

Camille looked confused at Ron: Huh?

Ron: I mean... your guardian or... You know, the person who has to send reports about your behavior? Wouldn’t that be awesome?

 Camille blinked. This she had not expected to talk with him about.

Ron: I mean... technically your “Crime” was done against me right? Shouldn’t your payback be done to me, and not the society?

Camille blinked again. Some of what Ron said sounded a little goofy but... it also sounded appealing.

Frankly she hated it here, and... had it not been for that stupid ankle monitor she would already be out... but... it was just so humiliating...

Camille: Ron... I just don’t... want to be monitored... I mean... I understand the reason why... I just... I saw the damn monitor and... There is NO WAY I will ever wear that...

Ron nodded. Even Camille still had some pride. But Ron got another idea.

Ron: Camille... do you still have that App that you developed for Britina’s clit piercing?

Camille once again looked a little surprised... but she nodded and Ron got a strange look in his eyes. —————————————————————————————————————

Judge: A tracking ring?

Vivian: Yes your honor, and a very secure and highly precise tracking ring that can pinpoint the carriers position with one meter’s accuracy.

Judge: I see...

Vivian had handed the ring in the box to the judge. The judge looked it over with a careful look over the glasses.

Judge: So... you want miss Leon to wear this instead of the legally required ankle monitor to allow her to go out on parole under the supervision of Mr. Stoppable?

The judge looked over at Sandra Knight.

Sandra: Only with your honors permission. If she finds that the situation that already has received a lot of her attention has reached it’s limits, then please feel free to dismiss this notion and forget all about it.

Sandra held a break, and the judge nodded in approval.

Sandra: But if her honor would allow a bend in the rules for this case alone, then perhaps the case of Ms Leon would be over and done with. And possibly also gain the reconciliation between the two parts in the case, Ms Leon and Mr. Stoppable.

The Judge continued to nod and handed the ring back to Vivian.

 Judge: Where would such a ring be placed? Sandra looked at Vivian.

Vivian: It is possible to wear it... kinda like an earring... so in technicality, it would be more easily managed than an ankle monitor. It will transmit a signal to Mr Stoppable’s phone constantly, and should he need to report her whereabouts, he can do so in an instant.

Judge: Well... it’s unorthodox, but fortunately, Ms. Leon has been an exemplary inmate, and the personal actually admits she seems to be rehabilitated. And also... the entire case seems to be aparté, so... call me crazy, but I am willing to allow it. But I will still require Ms. Leon to be on her best behavior the next 2 to 3 years.

Vivian and Sandra nodded.

Judge: So, in this case, I am willing to hand over all legal documents and the authority over Miss Leon to Mr. Ronald Dean Stoppable.

The judge signed the petition and soon the two ladies sat in their car on their way home.

Sandra: I can’t believe you actually had the balls to hand the judge... a clitoris ring... ‘Kinda like an earring’... My heart was in my throat when she looked it over... That could have gone so wrong...

Vivian: Oh come now, you’ve seen Camille... she has all kinds of piercings... it could just as easily have been an earring or one for the navel... Now we just have to go get her out...

Sandra: How did you even test if this ring works?

Vivian: I asked Belladonna to wear it on a stroll through Middleton. It worked like a charm.

Sandra turned pale.

Sandra: You handed the judge a ‘used’ clit ring?

Vivian: I have washed and cleaned it.

Sandra didn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive home. —————————————————————————————————————

Ron: You’re kidding?

Vivian: Nopes, not at all. You are now the legal guardian of Camille Leon. All you have to do is sign this document and call the legal counsel once a week and then Camille is out and free... she of course still needs to be on her best behavior, so, I think it’s best if you drive her around from now on.

 Ron: But Vivian, it’s not gonna work.

Ron looked bummed out, and Vivian looked slightly annoyed.

Vivian: And why not, my husband of little faith?

Ron: Because... Camille wont wear the required ankle monitor.

Vivian: Read the document, baby.

Ron read the document closer, and his frown wrinkled when he got to the section of the required monitoring device.

Ron: No way...

He looked up at Vivian. She looked at him with a wink in her eye, and a smile to boot. —————————————————————————————————————

Camille was in her cell... doing what little she could to keep her body in top notch shape. Squats were always a great way to keep her round ass extra round and fit.

She had no plans for the week and she had no planned visits before next Friday, so she was very surprised when Mrs. Simmons arrived at her door. She opened it and looked at Camille.

Camille: Hello Mrs Simmons... what’s up?

Simmons: You have a visit, from your legal representation.

Camille: What?

Camille was so confused, but any time to get out of the cell was a welcoming one. She hadn’t been called or anything. Instead she was... completely in the dark.

She arrived at the intimate meeting room that was only for contact between the inmates and their legal representatives.

It was an area with several benches and there sat 3 people.

Two women. One tall and blonde, the other a brunette, and the third was none other than.

Camille: RON!

She screamed and ran to him. Ron stood up and caught her in a hug. Simmons: Easy there, Leon... Not too touchy.

Sandra: Sorry Mrs Simmons. But please understand that she has missed him. Simmons: Oh I understand, but still, we have contraband to measure.

 They all nodded and after a swift kiss, Camille let Ron go and sat down right in front of him at the bench.

Simmons smiled and left them so they could have some privacy.

Ron: Good news Camille... you are getting out. Today.

Camille blinked: Wow... four months really passed quickly...

Sandra: Ron is speaking the truth, Mrs Leon. You have been granted a legal guardian for the last remaining time.

Camille looked over her shoulder.

Camille: Are the prison staff that eager to get me out? Not that I am not game but I sorta thought we were vibing.

Ron: It’s true Camille. All you have to do is simply sign the agreement and then wear the monitor and then...

Camille: No, Ron, I am not wearing that ankle thing, and that is that.

Vivian: It’s not an ankle monitor. We have negotiated with the judge overseeing your case. And after a talk with the parole board, they have all agreed to an alternative solution.

Camille looked surprised, and curious. Camille: What will I have to wear? Vivian smiled: A ring.

Silence.

Camille: A ring?

Vivian: Just a ring.

Camille shook her head and laughed a little.

Camille: Aren’t you supposed to be like the smartest woman on the planet or something? What if I... drop this ring, or lose it?

Vivian: It’s gonna be hard for you to drop this ring, Camille. Only if your lady parts fall off as well...

Vivian brought out the little jewelry box and opened the lid.

 Camille knew instantly what type of ring this was. She had had one made for her friend Britina.

Camille blushed and looked at Ron.

Camille: Are you... gonna track my pussy... like you do Britina’s. Sandra looked at Vivian and Ron.

Sandra: Excuse me... how many of us are wearing such a device?

Vivian: Later Sandra... But yes... Camille. As long as you are wearing this, and you don’t steal or cause any traffic injuries... then the judge has agreed to not only let you out early, but possibly clean your record. But Ron will have to be your legal guardian for the next 4 years.

Camille blinked.

All of her former grudges and arguments for staying inside... they were all brushed aside now.

She looked at Ron who looked extremely eager and happy with this. This truly made her feel warm and... desired... for the truly first time in her life, there was a man, who simply craved being with her. Having her near him. Loving her endlessly and... treating her nicely.

Camille couldn’t stop herself. She began to cry. Ron looked at the door where he saw Mrs Simmons. He sorta looked for her approval. He saw that she nodded and he smiled at her, before he stood up, and walked around the table to give Camille a hug.

Ron: Easy Camille. I thought it would make you happy.

Camille sobbed and talked through them: I am... I am so happy... Vivian made a wave to Mrs Simmons, and she entered the room.

Sandra handed the documents to Mrs Simmons and they began to talk over in the corner. She had asked for a meeting with the warden. They already had an agreement by phone, but she would like to show her proper respect.

Mrs Simmons walked away to make a call.

And as she did, Vivian pushed the ring over the desk.

Vivian: You can put it in now, if you want. Better now than later. Camille agreed.

The ring was a little larger than she was used to. The ring had sorta like a middle ball, that she knew contained the device that would track her from now on. In her heart, she sorta

 wanted to be tracked all her life. The idea that Ron knew exactly where she was all the time, turned her on immensely.

She removed her pants and... just before she got ready to put it in, she looked at Ron and... Camille: Ron... would it be too much to ask... if you could put it in for me?

Ron blinked and looked surprised.

Vivian: Camille we don’t have time to play.

Ron: No no Vivian, it’s fine. I would love to, Camille.

Ron sat down on the floor and looked at the pussy of Camille. It was one of the prettiest things he had ever seen. She didn’t even have a hint of a bush. Not even after several months of incarceration.

As if she had read his mind, Camille said: I had all my body hair removed with a million dollar genetic treatment several years ago. I will never grow a bush... hope it doesn’t disappoint you...

Ron: Not at all... I don’t mind bushes, but this...

Ron gave her clit a kiss and Camille gapped loudly.

Ron: This is also nice.

Camille had to really struggle to not grab his head and rub her pussy all over his face. Vivian: Save that for later. You can fuck all day, after we are out of here.

Ron nodded. He took the ring and began to single out her clitoris.

He had done this before with both Britina and Belladonna. He had even seen the one that MC Honey had... that one was a marvel. It was a ring with a golden heart dangling. And that heart had his name engraved.

Ron gently pushed the ring through her flesh, and Camille let out several moans. When it was through her already pierced clit, he clicked it into the other end and pressed it together.

Camille was moaning and gasping: Oooohkay... ooooohkay... that’s just the single hottest thing that’s ever happened in my entire life.

Vivian giggled.

Vivian: Okay... now, lets get out of here. —————————————————————————————————————

 Camille was let past the other cells and several of the other inmates yelled their goodbyes to her. Camille had been really popular inside. She was escorted to a dressing room where the clothes she had arrived in was given back to her. The clothes were stylish, but obviously out of fashion by now, but better this than nothing. She got dressed and as she exited the prison she shared a handshake with the warden and walked over to Ron’s car.

She was so happy.

She flung herself at him and he threw her around in a circle lifting her legs off the ground.

Ron: Welcome to freedom, gorgeous!

Camille: Thank you baby! —————————————————————————————————————

The drive home was uneventful, but Camille insisted they stopped at Bueno Nacho.

She was craving some Mexican food.

Ron was happy to oblige and they drove home with almost every item on the menu. Camille was eating most of it in the car. Ron didn’t mind.

Vivian and Sandra looked a little surprised at the frenzy but they understood why. Food in prison was not worth writing home about. Not even a top notch one like the one Camille had been sitting in.

After a few hours they were finally home, and Camille was taken aback at how much bigger the house was.

Camille: Wow... have you been adding more to it?

Vivian: Yep... and we plan even more expansions.

Ron: Come Camille, let me show you your rooms.

Camille followed Ron inside. As Ron came home, he received about a hundred greetings from a hundred different women of all shapes and sizes.

Camille was taken aback by how many women there were in Ron’s harem. She recognized a few of them. The black haired pale one with green eyes, the short haired blonde with brown eyes, and of course, the green eyed redhead known as Kim Possible.

But what was more surprising was the amount of... mature women who came up and fawned over Ron.

On was a redhead with gorgeous tits, and a great body. She had to be Kim’s mother. Another was this sunkissed woman with shoulder length, black hair. She was nice to look at and had a pretty big butt.

There were others, but Camille was a little too baffled to see through them all. Ron: It’s alright girls, just, let me help Camille to her room first.

 Camille felt all their eyes land on her.

Shego: Ahhhh, the convict is here. Hello there, imposter.

Camille had imagined something like this happening. And the name ‘imposter’ was really wrong. She had used her abilities to sorta impersonate a lot of them. Including the woman now in front of her.

She looked at Camille with a serious gaze, and then she smiled.

Shego: Ah... I shouldn’t judge too hard. I have a shady background as well. Shego gave her a hand to shake.

Shego: Selene Goh, nice to meet you.

Camille smiled and gabbed her hand: Camille Leon. The pleasure is all mine. And thus... the ice was broken. Camille had to greet at least 20 others after that.

Adrena Lynn,

Kim Possible,

An Asian looking woman with a heavy New York accent, Susan Long. The redheaded MILF presented herself as Ann Possible,

Grace Solomon,

Maria Renton,

Tara King,

Jessica Richards,

Hope Solomon,

Amelia Rodriguez,

Trudy Parker...

Ron: Girls, girls, give her some space, please... and please save it all for later.

Ron had come to Camille’s rescue. She had seemed truly overwhelmed.

They walked down one of the halls and Ron had his arm around Camille’s shoulder.

Camille: Wow... I used to be able to handle stuff like that easily enough... but... somehow... It was just too much...

Ron: I think you need a good rest, babe. Your day has been a long one. You have gone from incarcerated to free in a span of hours.

He was right. Camille needed her rest.

Ron escorted her up to her room, which was on the second floor.

 Ron opened the door and Camille was pleasantly surprised to see that her room came with a balcony towards the pool area. She didn’t like it when things were too quiet, and now that summer was approaching, that pool was gonna be used for sure.

The room was also nice and big. It had a big bed that looked very comfy. There was a walk-in closet and a nice bathroom joined with the room.

Ron: If the bed isn’t to your liking we can get out and buy a new bed tomorrow. That was all Camille heard before she ran to the bed and fell down on the bed.

Ron came down to her, removed her boots and her pants. She felt it, and she was more than ready to have sex, but... she felt so tired all of a sudden.

Camille: Oh Ron... please... if you wanna fuck me, just do it... I... I will just rest my eyes for a few seconds.

Ron pulled her arms out of her top, and removed her thong. The new clitring was now all visible.

Ron: We have all the time in the world to catch up gorgeous. For now... you just sleep.

And with permission from Ron... she slept... like a rock... —————————————————————————————————————

Camille had a dreamless sleep... thankfully... she felt so relieved and happy...

Sometimes she felt like someone was in her bed with her, but she was sure that she was just imagining it...

At some points she felt a set of big strong arms hold her close and tight... she didn’t mind. In fact she loved it. She only woke up a few times to go to the bathroom to pee... but... it was almost as if her body did so on its own, and that she didn’t even need to wake up fully... she walked back to bed and slept like a rock.

Camille didn’t know... but her body was going under a metamorphosis... perhaps not so much in the physical aspect... but in the mental aspect... she was changing drastically... She just slept and slept and slept... —————————————————————————————————————

When Camille finally woke up it was to the smell of fresh air on the wind, sunlight beaming into her room from the panoramic windows and the sound of joyful yells and screams, and splashes of water from the pool area. Some girls were having a great time.

She opened her eyes, and looked around.

At first she thought that... all her time in prison had just been a nightmare... but then her brain reminded her of Ron... and of... She looked around the room...

 The room was held in white colors, but much of the furniture in here was made in wood. There was a mirror over on the other side... She turned in her bed like a sleepy cat and saw her own reflection in the bed. She had bed hair... but she looked like herself... She was naked... only the blanket covered her a bit.

The pillows were all around her, and the bed looked like someone had thrown around stuff. A lamp had fallen down the bedside table.

She lifted her head and felt... oddly enough... fantastic. Like she had never ever felt this amazing in her entire life. She felt lighter and also... much... much better. Her body was a little sore, and also... she felt energetic and drowsy at the same time...

How long had she slept?

After a little while looking around she decided to stand up and go out on the balcony. The balcony’s wood planks were warm after being soaked in sunlight. It was welcoming to her feet. The air was warm and she felt comfortable, even while being naked.

She looked down on the pool and saw some new girls playing around in the blue crystal clear water.

They looked younger than some of the girls she had seen before... but she didn’t recognize any of them.

Other girls were resting or lounging on the sun chairs working on their tan. Including a curly haired brunette with huge tits. She lounged on the chair as if she was a goddess... and she looked the part. Next to her were two other girls, who looked like her daughters. One a brunette with equally big tits, and one blonde with an ass that screamed ‘fuck me!’

There were a lot of chairs, and most were full of women. Some were however resting on blankets on the lawn instead of by the pool.

It looked almost like a luxury resort. A little away, she saw a set of tennis courts and also a soccer field. There were even a fine network paved paths, meant for walking, running or bicycling. The entire thing was in a small valley of sorts... and this little valley, overlooked a much larger valley, of endless green. Only in the far distance could you catch a hint of Middleton.

Just as Camille thought she never could get bored of the view, did she hear the door open behind her.

She turned to look and she saw none other than... Camille: Possible?

Kim Possible had entered the room, and she was carrying a tray full of breakfast.

But this fine and welcoming gesture was not what surprised Camille. It was the fact that Kim Possible was wearing a tutu style dress. It was black and white. The dress looked like a French maid’s dress, but it was far more sexy and... skimpy. Camille saw that if Kim bent over, she would show all of her womanly parts.

 Kim: Oh... Miss Leon, you’re up... at last...

Kim smiled, almost genuinely.

She walked over to the table with the tray and started setting up for the meal.

Kim: That will please our Master. He has been very worried for you. Camille frowned... Kim talked so... strangely. Also... why was he worried? Camille: Why... How long was I out?

Kim: Since you arrived Miss Leon, 3 whole days have passed. And you have been out cold for most of them. We had some of the doctors in the harem check on you, but you were simply sleeping. Our Master has spent every night with you, hoping you would wake up next to him. He was also planning to sleep next to you tonight. But, since you are up, you might get to do something else than sleeping with our Master, Miss Leon.

Camille: Kim, why are you talking like this?

Kim: What do you mean, Miss Leon?

Kim turned her head to the side and looked like a puppy who didn't quite understand her mistress.

Camille: I mean... like... this?

Camille made a little movement of her hand and Kim smiled.

Kim: I am talking as required when I am performing my maid service. Now if there isn’t anything else you require Miss Leon, then I will go and prepare to fix your bed.

Camille looked at the table, all set and ready to be enjoyed. Camille: Uhm... no.... That was all, thank you Kim.

Kim grabbed her dress and made the most gorgeous little curtsey and left the room. She soon entered again and started to clean up the bed. But Camille was too busy eating to notice anything remarkable.

She did however look at how Kim removed all the blankets and made the bed with the same skill and training as a hotel employee. Camille’s father owned a huge hotel chain, so she knew enough about the trade to recognize true skill. But moreover... WHY was Kim strutting around as a maid?

Very soon, the bed was all neat and with another cute curtsey did Kim leave the room.

Camille: Wow... Ron sure is living the dream.

Camille finished her dish. It tasted absolutely amazing. She couldn’t remember having an omelet that was so delicious. And the sausages tasted almost like they were homemade.

 She was eating the strawberries on the balcony, when she heard the door open in the room. And then she heard her name said out loud. She turned to look inside, and saw none other than Ron stand in the room.

Camille: Baby!

Ron caught her again, and held her tightly.

Ron: Oh my gosh, Gorgeous... Camille, I thought that you were never gonna wake up.

Camille was laughing and giggling and as she heard him say his name... she couldn’t hold back any longer. She gave Ron a huge sloppy kiss that he happily repaid her. Ron fell down on the bed that Kim had just made so neatly. Camille was already naked, but she helped Ron out of his blouse and his cargo shorts.

She hadn’t had sex for so long... and now... she was for certain gonna get it. She wanted to taste Ron so badly.

Somehow Camille got on top, and she started to suck Ron’s cock. It had a slight hint of pussy in its taste, but she didn’t mind at all. She realized that had to be an eventuality when her man literally had hundreds of women craving him. And now, she was one of them.

She concentrated on the tip for a while, but then she moved to the shaft of his cock, and with some good and long strokes, she managed to provoke Ron to get his first ejacutlation.

Camille: Nice to know I still have a fuckable face. Ron: Oh you have no idea, bitch!

Ron grabbed her head, and to Camille’s great surprise, she felt how Ron grabbed her head and mercilessly shoved his cock down her throat.

And Camille... loved it... she loved how it felt like his cock was swelling up in her mouth and throat. She felt how it bulged and how load upon load was pumped into her stomach.

This was such a welcome relief for a girl who had been starving for this cock for so many months. She tried her best to push her face even harder down over Ron’s cock, but her nose was already pressed flat over his stomach.

She came herself, and when Ron had finally emptied his balls in her stomach, he removed her head from his cock.

Ron: Oh man, I am gonna fuck you now, bitch... fuck you like I’ve wanted to do all these months.

Camille was still catching her breath, and trying to get oxygen to her bliss filled brain. She had no control over her own body, but she knew she was in good hands. She was on her back, and Ron had spread her legs. But it was all exactly what she wanted.

To her little but pleasant surprise, she felt not a cock split her in two... but a tongue on her clit... her clit with her new ring in it.

 Camille: Ooooh yes... mmmmh... eat my pussy, baby!

Ron was no novice that she could tell... he knew exactly where to lick, how to move his tongue, and she loved the trick he did with his finger. Whoever had taught him had taught him well... but she craved a little more... viciousness in the animal that ate her out. So she kept egging him for more.

Ron got the hint and pulled the ring in her clit, while licking the underside of it.

Camille: OH FUCK YES! THAT’S IT! THAT’S HOW I WANNA BE EATEN!

Ron kept licking her to her desire, following her cues for what she wanted. He at one point had her turn on the side, so he could follow her cue to also lick her partially in the ass, but she signaled that he should stop licking him around here.

Not because she didn’t like to be licked at this part, but simply because...

Camille: Enough with the pampering... fuck me... fuck me like the dumb bimbo I am!

She got herself on all fours, and Ron grabbed hold of her platinum blonde hair, and made her arch her back, so her round ass was even more alluring to the sight.

Ron aligned his cock with her dripping wet pussy, and with a growl, did he push the head inside.

Camille’s mouth opened in a round ‘O’ shape and she quickly realized that she had forgotten or maybe never understood just how big her lover was... but she was raised to never quit on the halfway point, so she shoved her ass backwards and thus made Ron go deeper, deeper... deeper inside of her.

As she finally felt his balls press against her clit... she threw her head into the mattress, dug her nails into the sheet and screamed out a loud scream of a mix of pain and pleasure... Her ears were ringing and her body was exploding in wild euphoria.

She had longed for sex with Ron for so fucking long, and now his big ass cock was finally claiming her pussy as his property. In a hope to relieve some of her stress, and in an attempt to get Ron to start moving, did she slap his thigh with one of her hands, a little harder than aimed for.

But Ron got the point. He placed his hands on her lower back, and started to move his hips thus driving his steel hard cock in and out of her pussy.

Camille’s face appeared from the bed again, if not for breathing then to shift the sounds that she was making. Which was... oddly enough... none...

Her mouth was open, and her eyes rolled as if she wanted to moan and scream in pleasure... but no sounds left her...

See, she simply couldn’t.

 Her mind was so overwhelmed with stimuli that all together came rushing to her as she felt Ron’s cock go back and forth in her craving pussy.

Her body tried to compensate by making tons and tons of moisturizing fluids so that the entire ordeal was less... intense... but it was too little too late...

Her mind was gone for the moment, and she had to reboot... While that happened...

Ron began to fuck her gorgeous ass of the former billion dollar heiress... He loved her. All of her. And all about her.

He had been a secret admirer of her all her life, but now... that she was disowned by her father, most of the world tried to ban her as well... but not Ron.

He had kept loving her, and now... now... Now he could truly show her just how much he loved her. —————————————————————————————————————

Camille regained her senses a few minutes after she had been knocked out cold.

And she felt how her body was shoved and moved around like she was nothing more than just a doll... She felt the huge cock of Ron penetrate deep deep... DEEP into her soft flesh, and she was just laying there like a dead fish...

It was a little embarrassing... passing out on her lover liked that. But no more.

Camille lifted herself up on her arms, and finally she started making sounds. Her tongue flew out of her mouth and she tossed her hair around like a wild mare.

Ron understood the hint and got a good firm grip in the hair again.

Ron: Welcome back, Gorgeous! Ron was taunting her.

Camille: Don’t worry, baby! That is NOT gonna happen again!

And with remarkable strength did Camille spin them both around so Ron ended on his back, and Camille was on top, in a reverse cowgirl position.

She looked back down on him with a teasing look. She looked slightly like the villainess Ron had encountered back in the day.

Camille: Alright baby! Time for the woman to be at the helm!

And with thus, Camille began to fuck her man with wild and vigorous movements. She was so hot, and so fantastic.

All those squats back in the prison had done more than just keep her perfect ass in shape, it had also strengthened her legs. So now she could perform better, and longer and fuck without getting too tired.

Ron was treated to the sight of Camille’s beautiful back. She hadn’t slacked off in prison. But now she could truly fulfill the potential she had. She had been good at working out all her life, and she wasn’t about to stop that now.

 Ron grabbed hold of her back, just to feel her warm and slender body.

He loved how she felt under his fingers. Hard and soft at the same time. She was so well kept.

Her tits bounced with her movements. Her perfect well shaped tits. At the moment none of the nipples had any rings, but he remembered that one of them was pieced.

Ron: Oh fuck, Camille! You are so fucking hot!

Camille: I know baby! Enjoy! You are the only man who will ever get to fuck me! Ron: Damn straight!

With A growl, Ron grabbed her legs, and with a feat of strength and agility, did he manage to stand up from the bed and fuck Camille... Her legs were spread wide, and she managed to throw her arms backwards to hold Ron around his neck in a scream of surprise.

Camille: GYAAA!

Ron began to plow her good with the help of our oldest partner in crime, gravity. Ron jerked his cock up into her pussy while allowing her to fall down on him, thus impaling her on him repeatedly.

The clit ring managed to drive Camille crazy, while her pussy got fucked like never before.

Camille screamed again, and her body spasmed as she once again came... this time by spraying her juices out on the floor.

She also screamed out...

Ron: You sure are greedy, Gorgeous! Here I cum!

Ron jammed his cock into her a few times, before letting her sink as far down over his cock as she possibly could, and then... He blasted his cum into her craving pussy with tremendous force.

But this time, she didn’t pass out from it. No way...

She was hooked, and she wanted more! —————————————————————————————————————

Several hours later, there was a knock on the door.

Camille who was riding her lover in the bed, while bestowing him with the longest tongue kiss in history, briefly separated her lips from Ron’s to scream.

Camille: GO AWAY!

And then she continued to kiss her lover with a passionate tongue.

 From a little speaker they heard the voice of Kim Possible.

Kim: I am sorry, Miss Leon, but it is time to prepare lunch, and Master is on that chore today. Ron came back to the surface.

Ron: Oh right... It's Friday.

Ron gently but firmly pushed Camille off him. She had struggled and wanted to continue. As Ron’s cock slid out of her pussy with a sloppy sound and he gave her a passionate kiss to comfort her.

Camille: Aren’t you the Master? Shouldn’t they cook the food for you? Ron was getting dressed again.

Ron: I might be the Master, but this is my house, and... I love to cook. Especially with my girls.

Camille turned her head sideways.

Camille: I... I’ve never cooked anything in my entire life...

Ron shrugged.

Ron: Well... I have to cook our lunch. You can come down and look if you want.

Ron gave her one more kiss. A long and lasting tongue kiss.

Camille: I don’t know, I... I might wanna... look around instead...

Ron: That’s also fine. You are most welcome. This is... your home now, so you can go where you wish... just... respect the other girls privacy, right?

Camille nodded. One final kiss, and then he left her.

For a while, Camille just stayed on the bed, resting on her stomach. To be honest, she could go far longer with Ron but... She also felt how her body appreciated the break. Ron was extraordinarily big... and... he was very wild in bed. She liked it. But... her body wasn’t used to such a treatment.

Perhaps it was for the better that she got a time out.

She felt sticky... she realized she had been sweating like a horse. She decided to check out her new bathroom.

It was truly a blessing to be able to shower in peace. And the shower in her new room was amazing. Even to her high standard. The faucet had a wonderful pressure and after she was

 done, she felt completely clean. She had scrubbed everywhere to ensure that every part of her was so clean Ron could use her as a plate...

When she finally came out, she felt like a new woman. She only had the clothes she had arrived in. That bothered her.

She had to ask Ron to take her to the mall so she could be well equipped. She couldn’t strut around as Ron’s girl and look like last year's trash.

But for now, she was fine with just the... the... She looked at her bed...

There was a new bikini set on the mattress. And also a little note.

“Dear Camille.

I bought this for you when you were sleeping. See, in spring and summer, it’s perfectly fine for the girls to go around in only bikinis if they want. I don’t know your favorite style or version... or even color, I just thought this would look cute on you, until we get to buy you some stuff. I also bought you some heels in a matching color. Nothing fancy but... well... I hope you like them.

Sorry, but you were in the shower so long, teehee.

I love you, Gorgeous.

Your Ron”

Camille felt her heart flutter. Once again, Ron showed that he was a man who thought about others before himself at every turn.

She kissed the little piece of paper, and folded it together. Then she decided to put the bikini on.

It was very cute.

Hot pink and incredibly sexy. She looked awesome. She put on the heels. She had walked in heels all her life. She felt naked without them.

She walked out of the room, and looked around a little sheepishly before she decided to walk down one of the halls. She sorta wanted to check out the pool.

The place was huge, and built sorta like a hotel but... less... packed and stacked. There were a ton of rooms and nooks, without any doors. And here people could either sit or read or do whatever.

The place felt like a modern mansion... well... it was a modern mansion... just... different. Finally there was a staircase, and she got down to the lower floor. This place looked like the second floor. Only difference - the panoramic views showed an endless sight of green, and there were flower beds everywhere. They were more numerous here for some reason.

 A girl wearing one of those maid outfits was watering the plants in one of the pots. At first Camille only noticed her ass, as she was showing little else. Bent over with a watering can. As Camille got closer, she noticed it was the redheaded MILF she had seen when she arrived. Ann Possible. Kim’s mother.

Camille: Uhm... Hello?

Ann stood up and looked at Camille with a polite smile.

Ann placed the can on the edge of the squared pot that housed a rather large palm plant and a lot of flowers.

She grabbed the edges of her tutu dress and made a courtesy gesture like Kim had.

Ann: How may I help you, Miss Leon?

Camille once again smiled a little... uncomfortably... What was with the girls?

Camille: Uhhh, that sure is a... formal gesture, Mrs. Possible... Are... are you all gonna greet like this?

Ann: All those of us in Maid Service are, Miss Leon. When we are maids, we all perform the household chores and duties, and we treat all who are not in service as the queens and princesses they are. As when we are not in maid service, we equally are treated like princesses and queens as well. Now, is there anything I can do to help you, Miss Leon?

Camille understood that they had some form of internal program. Some girls were maids on some days, and vice versa.

Not a bad system, now that she thought it through.

Camille: Uhm... I was wondering how I get to the pool, if you don’t mind?

Ann: The outdoor pool?

Camille blinked: Uh, yes...

Ann: That’s down that hall, until you come to a door with white panels. There is a big sign that says; POOL. If you reach the main court, you have gotten too far.

Camille: Huh... thank you.

Ann made the same ladylike courtesy again, and said: At your service Miss Leon.

Then Ann turned around, and continued what she was doing before Camille interrupted her.

Camille watched her over her shoulder. She was a really fine woman. No wonder Ron was into her. But then again, it was her who had given birth to Kim Possible. She had to have some killer genes.

 Camille walked for a few minutes until she came to a section of the house with another stair. She realized that this stair had probably been only a few meters from her own room. The stair was on her left, and on her right there was a wall with a wall in mosaic decorations. And the mosaic made a sign that said: POOL. She looked to the left and saw to her huge pleasure that it was the pool she had seen from her balcony.

She walked out, and was met with a gentle warm breeze. Spring was losing its chilly charm, and Summer was on the way with brisk steps.

She walked out to the pool. Many of the ladies that had been here earlier had moved due to the midday sun, but others were still around.

The gorgeous, big breasted brunette with the big curly mane was swimming in the waters... probably to cool off. Camille removed her shoes and walked over to dip her toes in the water. It was chilly, but actually, a really nice temperature.

She was however not that warm that she could enjoy it, so she instead walked around the pool.

She had always loved the sight of water.

The brunette was turning in the pool and was swimming over to the part with the stairs, the same part that Camille was heading towards.

The girls reached the spot at the same time. The brunette walked up the stairs, and Camille had to hold in a gasp.

The brunette was a woman unlike any Camille had ever seen. Her body was... well... it was perfect... gorgeously tanned and brown as caramel. Her hair was brown as well, and she seemed to have gotten a lot of sun lately, because even her mane seemed to get a shimmering golden glow where the sun had naturally bleached her.

She was dripping with water from the pool and she removed her sunglasses to look at Camille with a set of beautiful green eyes.

Tonnie: Hey sweetie. Are you the new girl?

Camille nodded: Uh, yes I am... My name is Camille...

Tonnie: My name is Tonnie Rockwaller. But just call me Tonnie.

Tonnie had the warmest of smiles and she looked like something out of every man's wet dream.

She had big juicy breasts, a slender waist, a set of hips that seemed to have given birth, but it only made her hourglass figure that more appealing. And of course an ass so well shaped you could put a vase on top of it without the risk of it falling down.

How the heck this woman kept herself this well was a mystery to Camille.

She saw she had to be at least the same age as Ann Possible... and not an ill word spoken about Ann... but there was amazing... and then there was whatever Tonnie was...

 Tonnie: I heard you and Ron really go at it. It’s nice that you get to really have some fun with him now.

Camille blushed a little. Camille: Heard it, huh?

Tonnie: Aw don’t fuss over it sweetie. We all love Ron and will do the same even if you hear it. We all love Ron, and he loves us. It’s as simple as that.

Tonnie walked over to her sun chair. She was all alone now. Camille sat down next to Tonnie on the other chair.

Camille: How come you aren’t with Ron in the kitchen? Tonnie: Too many cooks spoil the broth.

Camille: You are a cook too?

Tonnie giggled: I am not a chef, but I know how to make a man stay for more than just my looks.

Tonnie leaned back, and once again let the sun warm her gorgeous skin. Camille: Must be nice to have such skills.

Tonnie looked at Camille: Never learned how to cook yourself?

Camille shrugged: No.

Tonnie sat up in her chair.

Tonnie: Didn’t your mom ever teach you how to go around in a kitchen?

Camille turned a little sad: My mom never even hugged me... And also... I would catch her dead before she set her feet in the kitchen.

Tonnie looked at Camille with serious eyes.

Camille: Now that I think of it... My mom never even told me... that she loved me... All the things I saw in movies... with moms... tugging in their kids for the night, reading bedside stories to them... or singing lullabies for them... none of that happened to me. I once tried asking my mom if she would read a story to me but... she just said no and told me to go to bed... And my dad...

Camille had to take a deep shaking breath.

 Camille: My dad... he just... bought me stuff... clothes, jewelry, cars... as if... that was how you told someone that you loved them... so... I thought... the more I got... the more I was loved... until... even the stuff... couldn’t fill me up... and then... I craved stuff... not to buy it... but to take it...

Camille didn’t really know why she said it... She didn’t even know that she was really talking... before she felt her eyesight get blurry because of tears.

Camille tried to dry her eyes: Sorry, I... I don’t know what’s happening...

Camille didn’t get to say more, before Tonnie pulled her into a warm and comforting hug. She was still wet, but she was already warmed by the sun and she was so soft and smelled so nice, that... that Camille couldn’t help but hug her back.

Tonnie didn’t say anything but she just hugged her and kept on hugging her.

Camille couldn’t remember ever receiving such a... motherly hug. Her throat clamped up and got as dry as the Sahara desert. She then bursted out in tears and cried into Tonnie’s shoulder.

A small hour later, the two women were still hugging. Camille had gotten herself a little under control, and she had felt how a burden had if not lifted itself, then gotten considerably lighter.

They were disturbed once again, by Kim Possible in a maid outfit.

Kim: I am begging your pardons, Miss Leon and Mrs Rockwaller, but I am to inform you that the lunch is served.

Tonnie looked at Kim with a smile.

Tonnie: Thanks Kim, but could you send our portions up to Camille’s room? Kim made a courtesy and smiled: Of course Mrs Rockwaller.

She then left.

Camille was very thankful for Tonnie’s understanding. She was not in a good space to really conversate or mingle with anyone at the moment. Camille got the hint that Tonnie herself was a mother, and therefore understood girls a little better than she did.

Shortly after they were in Camille’s new room, and Tonnie was still comforting Camille. They were laying on the bed, hugging each other.

A little later, the door was opened and Ann Possible walked inside with a rolling table. She placed two silver bowls on the table containing their lunches, and a bottle of cooled sparkling water in the middle and two glasses and cutlery. Then she turned to the bed.

Ann: Your lunches as requested, Mrs Rockwaller and Miss Leon.

 Tonnie: Thank you Ann.

Ann gave a courtesy and Camille sorta noticed that her smile was a little... forced. As if she was... annoyed?

Tonnie didn’t notice anything and just kept comforting Camille.

A few minutes later, Camille realized how hungry she truly was and Tonnie asked if she was prepared to eat. And she was. At first their lunch was a little awkward, but it seemed that Tonnie was just as easy to talk to as she was good at comforting people.

Camille learnt that Tonnie was something of a free bird, but had decided to her house and move in with Ron after all her daughters decided that their life was to be lived with Ron as well.

Camille was truly impressed that all of Tonnie’s daughters could share Ron so... easily.

The lunch was delicious. A pasta dish with a creamy mushroom sauce and some slices of a delicious cut of beef.

Camille was used to gourmet food, but even this was next level.

In a way it made her teary to eat. Because... it tasted so good, and... she knew that it was Ron who had cooked this for her.

She always thought it was so corny to say; The most important ingredient is love. But it was true.

She could literally taste the love and effort Ron had put in it.

No sooner were they done, before Ann Possible came back with the rolling table and asked if she could take the plates. They said yes, and nodded and cleaned the table. She kept looking a little tense at Tonnie, as if she tried to say something without words, but Tonnie just kept smiling back... maybe a little colder than usual.

But Ann just did her duties. And when done, she gave a courtesy and walked out the door. Camille: Is she... mad at me?

Tonnie looked at her.

Tonnie: No sweetie. Don’t mind her. She is just... possessive. It’s a somewhat boring trait of hers that I never really cared for. And yet... she thinks she is free to just do whatever she wants with whomever she likes... It's tiring in the end.

Tonnie rolled her eyes.

Camille: You know each other?

Tonnie: I have known her most of my life. Camille: Oh...

 Camille expected Tonnie to say something more but Tonnie just kept looking at her with a polite smile.

Camille: Uhm... are you... a thing?

Tonnie shrugged: I guess...

Camille was confused: Then... aren’t you... one of Ron’s?

Tonnie: Oh, I most certainly am. I am Ron’s and Ron’s only.

Camille: Then... How?

Tonnie: It’s complicated sweetie. But don’t pay mind to it. You will learn all about it soon enough.

Tonnie stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Tonnie: Mind if I use the shower? I don’t like the smell of chlorine on my body.

Camille nodded and Tonnie walked into the bathroom. Camille sat down on the bed. her heart felt lighter... and she felt much, much better...

She wondered if that was how all people felt when they got near Tonnie... then no wonder Ann was so... possessive... —————————————————————————————————————

Ann returned to the kitchen and walked over to the dishwasher with the last two plates.

Ann: Room for two more?

Kim: I think so.

Ann placed the two plates a little hard into the dishwasher and looked a little miffed when she did it.

Kim: Wow mom... is... is something wrong? Ann: Noooooo, Kimmie... nothing is wrong. That voice dripped of sarcasm.

Ann: I am gonna do the laundry.

Kim looked at Adrena who shrugged her shoulders. Kim shrugged too. Then she closed the super sized dishwasher, and set the program to start. —————————————————————————————————————

 Camille was looking through the streaming services on the television in her room. There were a ton of them. Ironic. Everything in the world to see... and she couldn’t decide what to show.

She heard Tonnie hum and sing in the shower. For a while Camille thought of peeping on her but... she refrained herself from doing it. That was really poor manners, and... Tonnie was so sweet and gentle and kind and... absolutely stunningly hot...

She had just decided to watch some old movie about a shark and a beach and... year, I think you know which old movie.

She stood up as the title was playing and... she wasn’t gonna peep for long... she... she just wanted to see how... how her tanning was coming along.

The door was already open, so she just had to push the gap a little wider.

Then she saw... Tonnie was standing with her back to the door. She was out of the faucet and the room smelled like soap. She must have used a lot of it to get rid of the chlorine scent.

She was drying her body with a towel, but she was still glistening here and there.

Camille was in shock. Tonnie was stunningly beautiful. There was a goddess, and then there was Tonnie Rockwaller. She managed to count 3 beauty dots on her body, one under her mouth, and one on her left tit and the third on the right thigh, right next to her pussy.

She gently pulled the door to its former position and walked back to the bed.

Camille knew she was bi, but... being drawn to Tonnie was almost less about sex and more about... a sense of gravity. Tonnie was so much a force of nature, that she wouldn’t be surprised if even straight women and gay men would find her attractive - not to say that they necessarily would have sex with her, but they would at least agree that she was beautiful.

The movie was at the part where a young girl was being pulled around in the water while she screamed until she was dragged under.

Camille had never seen this movie, and she was a little shocked.

Tonnie: Ooooh Jaws, that’s an oldie.

Camille looked to her right, and there stood Tonnie in a towel turban, and nothing else...

Camille blushed and Tonnie crawled into bed with her. She was radiating heat... and Camille could feel her... emanate raw sexual power...

Camille: Uhhh... seen it before, have you?

Tonnie: Sure... it’s a spooky one. Wanna hold me if I get scared? Camille smiled awkwardly. Tonnie smiled a little confused.

 Tonnie: What?

Camille: Well uh... you are very... very... uh... naked?

Tonnie: Well... I don’t have anything to hide from you...

Tonnie’s voice was so warm and so... alluring... and... teasing... did she know she had peeped on her?

She might know, but... Camille didn’t really... realize... it... she... she was so warm and... Camille felt... like all her trouble was melting away. —————————————————————————————————————

Ann: All I am saying is, that Tonnie doesn’t have to be the babysitter of a fully grown woman! There is no need for her to play the gentle and sweet mother figure... mother figure, that’s a joke... she isn’t really one to speak I mean... not a bad word about the girls, but she sure hasn’t been a model parent at all times you know... and it’s not like I own Tonnie! NOT AT ALL! I am just saying that what we have is something you can’t really just walk away from, and that there is a difference between what I did with Grace and what she is doing right now, I mean... Come on, who does she even think she is!?

Ann was rambling all of this out to a very confused Tara who tried to remember when to nod and when to shake her head. When to frown and when to smile.

The two girls were stuffing the washer with thongs... the mansion had a ton of thongs... like... a literal ‘ton’ of thongs. It was hard to keep track of which belonged to whom, so there was a little tracker in each one that was washer proof. It had a code that was incorporated into a database in the mansion.

Thus the girls always got their own thongs back.

Ann closed the washer and started the program.

Ann sighed and looked into the ceiling.

Ann: Tara... loving a Rockwaller is hard work... so think hard before you decide that Bonnie is the one for you...

Tara: Oh I know that, Ann. Bonnie has broken my heart more times than I can count.

Ann smiled: Yeah... it’s so easy for them. Rockwallers are born that way. They are like an opium... if you get a little, you want it all... not caring what it does to you.

Ann let out a sad little giggle: Oh man... that poor Camille... She has no idea what she is getting into. —————————————————————————————————————

 The movie was at the part where the old men are sitting in the counsel room with people asking questions, and the handsome sheriff was letting out the rules to deal with the new - guest to their shores...

And Tonnie and Camille... they weren’t paying attention at all... they were too busy eating each other's faces.

Camille hadn’t been able to resist. Not a chance in hell... the hottest woman alive is right next to her, and she is to keep her hands to herself, no way.

Tonnie was even more wonderful when she was all warm and fluffy. Camille had let her hair through her lion like mane... it was soft as silk, and thick.

Tonnie had removed Camille’s bikini, and the two women were really going at it. Camille: Oh my god, Tonnie... you’re... you’re fantastic...

Tonnie smiled and kept kissing her...

Tonnie: Then let me eat you out, sweetie.

Tonnie moved down on her and for the second time that day, Camille felt how her pussy was licked by the tongue of a deity.

She grabbed hold of the brown mane of her new lover, and she felt how the clitring literally jumped around.

Tonnie was, if possible, even better than Ron. Ron wasn’t bad, in fact, Ron had been amazing... but... perhaps there was just something men simply couldn’t do to a woman, that only another woman knew how to do.

Or maybe it was just the mood that was right. Camille had gotten the idea that the movie was about a maneater... well... she certainly had that between her legs right now... a real maneater... —————————————————————————————————————

When the sheriff and the Marine biologist tried to explain to the idiot mayor what was going on in the waters, the two women were once again exchanging saliva, but only occasionally now... both were cuddling each other by spooning. Tonnie was in the small spoon, and Camille was clinging on to her for dear life.

Tonnie: You have a great tongue, sweetie...

Camille: Thanks Tonnie... you are unbelievable yourself...

Tonnie: Thanks... Perhaps I should get a tongue ring like yours too? Camille thought of the idea... but... maybe it would be ruining perfection. Tonnie: I’m joking. While I like yours, it’s never really been my thing.

 Camille sighed in relief and rested her head on Tonnie’s soft mane. It was so wonderful to bury her face in her hair, and just... sniff... It wasn’t the soap she could smell... she could smell... Tonnie... Perhaps it was all just in her mind, but... it was as if she could smell... Tonnie’s essence.

It filled up her body with a tremendous sense of energy and lust. And she threw herself over Tonnie, who gladly received her and repaid her lust tenfold.

When the women finally resurfaced... they realized that they had fucked through the entire movie, and that it was time for dinner.

How did they realize...?

There was a knock on the door.

Camille: GO AWAY!

Camille was busy feasting on Tonnie. Tonnie was on all fours, ass up high in the air, and Camille was eating all she could from her womanly buffet.

She was just about to dive back into her wonderful meal, when she heard Ron’s voice over the speakers.

Ron: It’s me, Gorgeous... And I am bringing you girls dinner.

Tonnie rose up when she heard Ron’s voice.

Tonnie: Be right there!

Tonnie giggled and gently nudged Camille to the side.

Tonnie then stood up and walked over to the door, and Ron himself walked in with the dinner on a rolling table.

Ron: Hey Tonnie, fancy seeing you here. Tonnie: Teehee, fancy indeed.

Camille saw how Tonnie looked at Ron and she saw how much in love she was with him. She wasn’t surprised... She felt the same. And to both hers and Tonnie’s great happiness... they saw that there were 3 solver bowls this time... Ron was gonna eat... with them.

The room was rather dark and the girls helped Ron put the bowls on the table. Ron looked at Camille, who smiled back at Ron. It was clear that Ron knew what was going on.

Camille crawled over to the edge of the bed...

 Tonnie had gotten all the way up in Ron’s face... Camille didn’t realize this before now... but she totally wanted to see the two of them... Ron and Tonnie... she wanted to see them fuck... like wild animals. And hopefully... she would get to participate in it.

Tonnie and Ron were already kissing... Camille was so enchanted... Tonnie didn’t even have to say any words... All she had to do was look at him, wave her butt a little... and then, he knew what she wanted and how she wanted it.

Camille had started the old movie again... She and Tonnie had accidentally stopped it when they were going at it the hardest. Now the movie was playing again... but... none of the occupants of the room was watching it.

Ron was standing by the table... and in front of him, sat Tonnie Rockwaller and Camille Leon... and they were sucking his cock...

Ron: Girls... I brought you dinner... and I can assure you... this was not what I meant by it. Tonnie and Camille both looked up at him teasingly and licked him with her pink tongues. Tonnie: How about a compromise?

Camille looked at her with interest as did Ron.

Tonnie: While Camille eats, I suck your cock... and when she is done... we switch places... Ron looked at Camille and she nodded at him.

Ron: Okay... so when do I eat?

Tonnie: Ladies first, Ronnie... I know your mom taught you that.

Well it was a compromise. First Tonnie sucked Ron’s cock, while Camille ate. But several times her fork missed her mouth... though it was wide open.

Ron had cooked a form of combination between Ratatouille and lasagna for them. It was once again, beyond delicious.

When Camille was finally done, she wiped her mouth in her napkin and said: There! My turn!

Tonnie however was present, unable to answer, as at the very moment, she was being held in her place by Ron... who was cumming down her throat.

Only when he was done, did he release her head and allowed her to take a deep breath.

She looked teasingly at Camille who removed herself from the chair, and came down to suck Ron’s cock next to her. He tasted like cum and saliva.

Tonnie: Mwah... fine... but have a taste of his cum first...

Tonnie caught Camille’s lips, and the two girls were kissing for a while before Tonnie moved.

 Tonnie: At least I got desserts first...

Tonnie sat on the chair and fished out her plate from the table.

Camilla was already getting her face fucked. Somehow Ron had a little more energy this time around. Perhaps because he had just cummed and he was therefore building up steam now. In any case, Camilla’s turn was far more vigorous and active.

But Tonnie kept eating her dish, and unlike Camille, she took her sweet time. Salivating in each and every bite.

Camille thought... maybe she had been played...

Ron was going stronger and stronger, and his cock ventured deeper and deeper down her throat.

At the final last point when Camille felt that her mouth and jaw was about to go out of its joint did she feel the swelling that told her that Ron was about to cum.

With an already full stomach from her meal, did she hope, beyond hope that Ron didn’t pack as big a load this time around, since he just came in Tonnie’s throat.

But alas...

Ron pulled Camille’s face to dock, and as if pulled by a tractor beam, she was unable to jolt away.

Ron filled her up... but like we’ve all seen with an already filled cup... she was bursting in no time...

Camille let out a struggling sound and Ron felt how his cock was pushed out of her throat by the sheer force of his own blasting power.

But, he was still cumming, and the result was that Camille’s face and wide open mouth got covered in his sperm, like a glazed donut.

Tonnie: There, I am done... now... ready for my second dessert.

Tonnie got down on the floor and began to drink the still pumping sperm out of Ron’s cock. When that stream stopped, she began to lick up all the sperm that coated Camille’s face.

Ron: Wow... you girls truly are horny. Tonnie: That we truly are, babe.

Camille saw through her eyes how Tonnie slowly licked her face, while Ron stood over her. She felt so... strangely happy and... excited about all of this...

 Tonnie licked her completely clean... but she still felt sticky...

Tonnie: Go out and scrub yourself a little sweetie... just to... you know... get the rest that I couldn’t get...

Camille wasn’t used to obeying orders, but something about Tonnie’s words made her wanna do it.

The lights in the bathroom were so bright compared to the darkness of the bedroom. She had to adjust her eyes a little. But she walked over to the sink and turned on the warm water. Then she splashed some water in her face to remove the sticky feeling.

As she stood in front of the mirror she took a new towel from the shelf and dried her face.

She looked into her reflection and saw that she was smiling... even... without realizing it.

It was so... strange... her smile... it somehow seemed different. As if... she had never really seen herself smile before now... perhaps... she had actually never smiled before now... and all other smiles... were just a performance... all of it... was just... something she had practiced to such a degree that she had even fooled herself that... that was how she was supposed to look.

But now... she saw how her true smile looked... and she really loved it...

She wiped the last parts of her face with a moist end of the towel and then she walked back into the bedroom.

She saw Ron eating. He was clearly hungry.

And at his feet, with her head moving up and down over his cock... Was Tonnie, and she was going at him strong.

Camille pouted but she still smiled. Tonnie was strategic. She had planned it all out to perfection.

Camille walked over and sat down next to Tonnie between Ron’s legs.

And as she did that, she gently nudged her face against Tonnie’s. Signaling that she wanted to suck Ron too.

Tonnie reluctantly... or... seemingly reluctantly allowed her to join her in sucking her man.

And so the girls sucked Ron off, while he finished eating his dish.

It took a little time.

Sitting sideways and with spread legs is not the easiest way to eat a meal. Try it... it’s not easy. Especially not with two hotties sucking you off.

When Ron was done eating, they quickly moved to the bed.

Camille was right.

Watching Ron and Tonnie fuck was like watching an aquarium. It was so relaxing, and... it somehow never got boring.

 She couldn’t really agree on what she liked the most.

Tonnie on her back, legs spread wide, curling up around Ron’s flanks?

Ron on his back with Tonnie riding him like a wild bull, and Ron suckling her tits? Tonnie on all fours with Ron pounding her like she is his bitch, pulling her in the hair?

All of these, and more fantastic positions made Camille play with her new clitoris ring, and make herself cum over and over and over again, while Tonnie got her divine body fucked in all possible ways.

Once again, Tonnie was being held by her mane, whilst Ron was fucking her face, with long deep strokes.

Camille was still only observing. If need be she wanted to watch them all night.

She saw Ron let go of Tonnie’s mane, and she was left to suck him of her own accord. She quickly set up the pace and sucked faster and quicker.

Ron leaned forward and reached for Tonnie’s ass.

He grabbed her round buttocks with firm hands. He slapped her several times, pretty hard, but it didn’t stop Tonnie at all. In fact, it seemed to make her happier.

Ron then massaged the buttocks. Camille was just thinking to herself that she wanted to watch Ron play with her little round asshole... when he started to do it.

Ron spat into the crevice her ass made and massaged the spit into her butthole, and then... he began to push his right index finger into her butt... and not just a single joint at the time... no... he shoved the entire finger into her hole, and began to massage it.

Camille heard Tonnie moan and purr under her sucking of his cock. She liked it.

Camille was beginning to understand that Tonnie was something of a sex freak...

Ron pushed a second finger from the same hand into her butt and moved it with the first finger back and forth with the same brisk movements, and she sounded like she loved it even more.

Camille began to wonder... if... if Tonnie was in fact not sucking Ron off right now, so she satiated him... but prepared him... making his cock all wet and slippery for the next great act in their performance.

And... she was right.

Ron pulled out his fingers and gave Tonnie some good spanks, and as he did, Tonnie pulled her head away from Ron’s cock, and left it dripping with drool. She even spat some extra saliva on it.

 As she did that, Ron moved backwards to look at her. He grabbed her face and she looked up at him with a serene smile on her face.

Ron: Where do you want it?

Tonnie: Up my ass! Please... fuck my ass!

Ron kissed her, wiped his hand over her face, and then walked onto the mattress.

Camille moved in closer... this she had to see up close.

Ron smeared the drool he had on his hand over Tonnie’s butthole, and then he aligned his cock with it.

Camille had seen porns of this, but she had never really tried herself. She and Britina had played with dildos, sure, and once... they had shoved the smallest in their collection up their butts... just to see... if it was... nice?

Nothing could compare to what Camille now saw... she saw the most majestic cock in the entire world, penetrate the ass of the hottest woman she had ever seen.

Tonnie didn’t exactly scream, but she did let out a burst that sounded like a mix of despair and joy, followed by a curse.

Tonnie: OOOOH GYAAAAA OOOOHOHOH FUUUCK MEEE!

She rocked her ass as if to shake him off... but... the effect was the opposite... Ron only sank deeper and deeper inside of her, until he was balls deep inside of her. And Camille had front row seats.

She saw in full clear close up, how Ron’s cock entered Tonnie’s ass, and she loved the sight of it.

And when Ron began to move in order to fuck her, she herself was filing away at her pussy... this was simply the best.

Rockwallers are as if bred for anal sex. For some reason, they are having a far easier time adjusting and accepting things going the other way in that department.

And Tonnie was the epitome of it.

She loved it.

Which her moans and gasps all told their clear story of.

Ron was pumping his cock in and out of Tonnie’s ass, and she kept screaming for more.

Camille... as drawn by her instinct, began to eat out Tonnie’s pussy... thus causing the woman to moan even more. She was getting addicted to the sounds of Tonnie's pleasure.

 To tease the woman, she mainly focused on her clitoris, thus driving her nuts... while Ron fucked her ass, still faster.

Tonnie: OH YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! I AM GONNA CUM!!!

And she did... shortly after... she sprayed her womanly orgasm into the open mouth of Camille, who gulped it all down.

Ron just kept plowing... and Camille could hear in the way he grunted, that he was close to cumming as well...

And she was right.

She saw Ron pull out his massive cock from Tonnie’s ass, and Tonnie moved towards so she sat right in front of him.

Ron jerked his cock off a few times, before he began to shower Tonnie with his sperm. Camille walked over to hopefully get some as well... fortunately Tonnie was sharing, and as Ron aimed towards Camille, Tonnie simply kept her mouth open, hoping for more coming her way soon.

Ron coated both of them in a thick layer of his seed. He then enjoyed the sight of the two ladies kissing each other, while enjoying the taste of his sperm.

Tonnie: I love your tongue, Camille...

Camille: And I love... all of you... Tonnie...

The girls kissed and licked, and Ron fell back on the bed. Hands behind his neck.

Tonnie and Camille kept going, until all the sperm was gone... then they could both go to the bathroom and wash off the ‘sticky’ feeling.

Camille once again was completely fascinated by the beauty of Tonnie, but also... with her amazing skill... one thing was performing anal sex... but doing it, while looking so hot at the same time... that had to be an art form.

Camille: I have never seen the likes before Tonnie... you are simply... wow...

Tonnie looked at her with a smile: I have a little more experience than you sweetie. Keep it up, and you’ll be bouncing Ron just as well sooner than my age.

Camille walked over and grabbed Tonnie’s butt. She ‘gently’ nudged a finger up her ass. Tonnie: Gah... geesh... someone is getting familiar.

Camille: Oh, you did feel it?

Tonnie: Of course I felt it. You stuck a finger up my bum.

 Camille: Well... it’s just... you had something far bigger up there so... I figured...

Tonnie: I get it sweetie, but... I still feel it... and uhm... are you planning on keeping it in there or...?

Camille slowly removed her finger and Tonnie kissed her. Camille: Does it hurt?

Tonnie: Sure... it hurts...

Camille bit her lower lip.

Tonnie: But then... the pain dissolves, transforms, and turns into the most indescribable pleasure... it’s out of this world good...

Camilla was in awe... She was getting more and more curious. Tonnie: Sweetie... no... not yet...

Camille looked at her: Why not?

Tonnie: It takes practice... and a lot of it. If you aren’t used to it, then let’s train you up slowly, to get Ron’s cock... otherwise, it’s too much. Ron isn’t an ordinary guy... if he was then maybe we could go slow tonight, but not no. Please... trust me on this one...

Camille looked disappointed: Could... could we at least just try... the tip and... if it’s too much then...

Tonnie smiled an understanding smile, and then she nodded.

Tonnie: Okay... maybe... maybe it could be that I am wrong. But...

Tonnie opened the drawers under the sink. One had most of the things you expect to find in a bathroom drawer. The other had a bottle with a transparent fluid that looked like water, but was far thicker in its consistency.

Tonnie: Just in case.

The girls came back to Ron who was still laying on the bed. Tonnie crawled into Ron.

Tonnie: Ronnie... Camille would like to try out anal with you.

Ron looked at Tonnie with mild shock and surprise. And then he looked at Camille who had sat down on his other side.

 Ron: No, no... Camille... uh, no offense but... Tonnie is used to it and... and it takes time...

Tonnie: She doesn’t mean she wanted what I just got... she just... wants the tip for now... and... see how far she can go, before it’s too much.

Ron looked at them both, still a little insecure. Ron: Well... okay but...

He looked at Camille.

Ron: Are you sure, Camille.

Something about those words made Camille’s resolve stronger. She turned around onto the other side, so she was showing Ron her back and ass.

She pulled her asscheek up and allowed Tonnie to put some lotion on her. Tonnie: Just go easy on her Ronnie... She’ll tell ya when to stop.

Ron nodded. He understood.

He rolled onto his side as well, so he was pretty much spooning her.

His cock was plenty hard and he only needed to look at the round shapes of Camille’s ass to get to 100% active.

Tonnie poured some more lubricant over his cock, and then Ron aligned his cock with Camille’s asshole, and started the process.

Camille sorta knew what to do... how to... relax the hole... it was difficult but she managed to figure it out. While she did this, Ron pushed harder and harder and... like a bubble that bursts... he was inside.

Camille let out a gasp and a cry of pain but... she didn’t stop it or... move. She felt how her ass clamped down hard over his cock, and Ron even grunted. He gently pushed a little more inside of her, and Camille felt it. She felt how he moved inside of her... and like Tonnie said... it did in fact hurt... but... the pain changed... it started... to feel... really really good... and with the more Ron put inside her... the more she wanted.

She felt so good.

Tonnie: How are we doing sweetie? Is it good?

Camille asked through her gasps: Yes... Yes, it’s... it’s really good... Tonnie: Do you want more?

 Camille: Yes... yes I... I want more... give me more... Ron heard her, and gently nudged in another inch...

Well... it took the better part of 20 minutes to all of Ron inside of Camille’s butt... but it finally happened.

Camille was just laying, with Ron’s arms wrapped around her, and gasping for air, to fuel her poor orgasmic brain.

Ron was moving as gently as he could while he kissed Camille’s cheeks.

Tonnie: Call me impressed sweetie... you actually did it. All of Ron inside of you in your first go... you might walk a little funny tomorrow, but... that’s future-Camille’s problem.

Camille wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t, because it might make her orgasm again.

It was first after another 10 minutes that Ron slowly pulled his cock out of Camille’s ass. She didn’t catch much more... In fact, she ended up having a major orgasm and passed out from it.

Ron himself was gonna nut too, but Tonnie came to his aid, and lowered her head over his cock and swallowed his load... with that... they sorta decided to go to bed... now that all had had their fill of everything they wanted. —————————————————————————————————————

The next morning Camille woke up in her bed... feeling completely rested. She felt a little sore, but nothing major.

The thing that had awakened her was the sound of someone walking around the room.

It was Kim, who still wore her maid outfit. She was once again setting the table for breakfast.

Once again, the smell of delicious food and fresh brewed coffee, woke Camille up from her slumber.

Kim noticed that Camille was up, and smiled at her.

Kim: Good morning, Miss Leon. Did you sleep well?

Camille: I sure did, Kim.

She looked around. She was a little disappointed to see, or rather not see neither Tonnie nor Ron...

Camille: Huh... I guess I overslept to say good morning. Tonnie: How so?

 Tonnie stood next to Camille... she had just exited the bathroom. She looked down on Camille and smiled her godly smile.

Tonnie: I hope you don’t mind that I stuck around all night. Ron had stuff to do, but... I thought you and I could have some... quality time...?

Camille was more than excited to spend more time with Tonnie. She scooted over, and Tonnie smiled as she crawled into Camille in the bed.

Kim: Is there anything else that you require of me, Mrs Rockwaller or Miss Leon? Tonnie: No, thank you Kimmie.

Kim did her courtesy and left the room.

Tonnie and Camille snuggled up to each other.

Tonnie nuzzled her nose against Camille. She was still so warm... and so soft... Camille was not in doubt anymore... if she even ever was. She was in love with the fantastic woman that laid right next to her. Thinking of people that she loved...

Camille: Where is Ron?

Tonnie shrugged: Probably out and about. Do you need him?

Camille didn’t really know what to answer to that. Then she looked into the green jewels of Tonnie Rockwaller and she knew that what she wanted to do with Ron... could wait....

Camille: No not at the moment...

Tonnie smiled and gave Camille a kiss.

Camille kissed her back, and one thing led to another.

Tonnie: Don’t you want breakfast, sweetie?

Camille was pushing her onto her back.

Camille: You are my breakfast, Tonnie...

And with that, Camille went under the blanket again, and Tonnie spread her perfect legs, as she placed her hands behind her head and began to enjoy what Camille did to her.

Tonnie: Mmmmmh... Camille... you are certainly a craving lover... I like that... Tonnie was half hidden by the blanket, as Camille was under it.

Tonnie: Mmmmh yes... right there... That’s the spot...

 And thus... Camille Leon became a full fledged member of the harem of Ron Stoppable. The End.