Stop the Reality

“My what? My pussy??” Veronica did something Ron the sidekick had always wanted to see the Kim do when she wasn’t doing it because a villain was on her. The short-haired blonde fell onto her back and lifted her feet. The feet went back past her head, the crooks of her knees close enough to her pretty face she could put her arms over them and slip them under her pits. (Okay, only to Ron could this be used in a battle.) She was the best of Ron’s Google contortionists!

“Let me help you!” Kim grinned sitting up on the floor and yanking on the woman’s hands.

“Enough!” she protested. Her nose was near enough to smell Veronica’s pussy. There was a grape-fruity with booze odor.

“Not enough! You have to taste it!” Kim pulled harder, placing a foot up against her box-spring.

“Kim!! Why don’t I just use my fingers!?!”

“Finger-licking-good!” Kim-the-heroine fought back against this Kim. “No, you can’t touch your vaj! I, I’m the only one allowed. You hear!!” She’d let go of the hands to pound the mattress top.

“Kimmy, you’re being so masterful,” Ron said. Did she really want to be told what she could or could not do? The Jessica of his porn searches and faps was made for just that. She did whatever her creators wanted her to, though she made it look like it was her own free will.

Kim's fingers **** Ron’s clit out of its hood, and pulled...and pulled until it was over two inches long!??! “You’re "itty-bitty dicky" is that big?? You must also ogle futanari porn.”

“No, I don’t! Honest!”

“If you loved me, you would. I’m going to see if I can make this sorry excuse grow until you-have-no excuse not cum in me!” Miss Possible pinched the tip and thumb-and-two-fingered jacked at that clitty vigorously. It didn’t become much longer. It did become much stiffer. And the tip took on a more cockhead-shape. “You dickhead.”

Meanwhile, Veronica’s feet were kicking about wildly above her head from not wanting to want the delights so badly! Besides Ron having to deal with a girl’s clit that wasn’t a guy’s dick but was trying to be a ‘hermaphrodite’s’ ambi-sex, a klidict, there was also Jessica’s images in the way. Veronica was supposed to be like her, and she only really enjoyed having others enjoy her. Only? Only?! Only?!! There had to be some which showed her orgasming. But what Ron really remembered of those were of impossible ejaculations only possible from toons!

“This is stressing me!” Kim frowned. I’ve never been this aggressive. Not to Ron! It must be the ****! I’m not used to it. A heroine knows she can’t be drunk in an emergency! (Maybe if I study Drunk-fu?) And I’ve given Ron the handjob more times than not. But: This is not a cock. (No matter how it seems to want to be.) It’s a clit! My ex-boy friend’s cli-tor-is! No matter how much I want it to be a cock, his cock, it looks like it’s always going to be the wrong kind of erection. I’m not a lesbian!! I am as hetero as Dad wants me to be! Conditioned? Brainwashed? I don’t know! “This is all stressing me out too much!!”

Sobriety threatening, Kim’s own urges became adrenaline-pumping needs. She came up off the floor.

“Kim!? What are you doing?”

Grabbing Veronica’s legs as if they were Harley-Davidson handlebars, she sat on the seat the woman's upturned thighs now were to her. “What else!? I’m going to use your clitdicky to screw with!”

She didn’t have the chance. Now sooner had her clit brushed against Ve-Ron-ica’s, both of their itty-bitty erections crammed with nerve ending nearly electrocuted them in mind short-circuiting pleasure!!

And Possible did the impossible. Her pussy squirted an eruption almost worthy of a toon