The Fairly Odd Parents - The Wrath of Darth Turner -

[67hawk]

Sorry that the next one's taking so long. Navigating setups and stuff.
Would say more, but...spoilers, lol.


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Chapter 1-5

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The morning went by at an easy pace, with the class playing until the beginning of the mid-morning periods, at the end of morning break. Confused as to whether or not they should stay out or go back, they collectively began shuffling back in, as the tardy bell ushered them to class.
They all returned to the sight of Miss Sunshine drawing the curtains open and letting herself gleam with her usual sunshine smile and demeanor…while she stood without her pants and shirt.
“Come on in, children…chop, chop! Into your seats you go!” she urged, without the slightest clue that she was standing there, in only her shoes, jacket, and her bra and panties. To the great annoyance of the girls in class, all the boys were drooling, googly-eyed, as they feasted upon her nearly naked body and flawless skin. Most wondered why, but, no one was brave enough to cross the teacher…or Timmy.

The morning passed happily into noon and, of course, lunch-time.
The children soon got used to seeing Miss Sunshine nearly in the buck, and, aside from the teacher’s attire, nothing special happened. They loved her, very much, in fact…especially the boys.
While the rest of the class was dismissed, Miss Sunshine asked Timmy to stay behind, despite the fact that he was so eager to go that he pulled a bib, knife, and fork out in front of him, prematurely. The teacher said that he was going to be doing some eating, but, the knife and fork were not necessary. The bib, however, was.
Trixie and Veronica did try to get a peek through the door’s tiny window, but, this attempt at voyeurism fell quite fast. As Chloe nervously…and concernedly watched, the two girls butted heads, vying for a chance to see what Timmy was doing to the teacher. Ignoring and grinding against each other’s scalps, Trixie and Veronica were only able to catch glimpses of Timmy stuffing his face between the teacher’s wide open legs, as she spread across the desk, but, were unable to catch more than that.
“Um…girls? Maybe we should just leave them alone. I mean…it’s not worth…losing hair over.” Chloe commented from behind.
With that, Trixie and Veronica suddenly came to their senses and realized what animals they were becoming. They suddenly stared at each other…then at Chloe…then back at each other.
“She’s right.” Trixie said, shuffling back and away from the door.
“Yeah, who cares what…crazy…sex thingy Timmy’s up to.” Veronica said, acting proud and above the situation, as she dusted herself off.
They held their noses high, smiling at their independence from Turner, yet, amidst the gaggle of noises within the hall, Chloe, Trixie, and Veronica soon heard Miss Sunshine moaning with overwhelming pleasure from what Timmy was doing to her.
The three of them looked over toward the window for a second, but…
“…Uh, let’s go, girls.” Trixie urged them, taking hold of Chloe’s left arm, hoping they could share will power.
“Y…yeah!” Veronica perked up, a sense of nervous urgency in her voice, as she grabbed on to Chloe’s right. “C…C’mon, Chloe. Y-you’re with us!”
So, away the girls went…as Timmy was inside, firmly grabbing and lifting upon Miss Sunshine’s hot, tight buttocks, as he pulled her body against his mouth. Under her strict wisdom and inspired supervision, she taught him how to properly eat her out, which he was doing…quite well, by the way. In fact, he was tonguing and tonguing her pussy so good that she was constantly singing her moans into the air and offering up a nice, sweet geyser of pussy juice to decorate his face and splash across his tongue.
Mary loved having her pussy done well like that, and, Timmy could only describe the experience of eating her out like…victory.
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Trixie, Chloe, and Veronica sat quietly at the popular table, during lunch. Chad and Tad sat opposite of them, but, they couldn’t seem to get a word in to them. Every once in a while, they tried to question the girls on the odd look upon their faces, asking if something happened or if they were alright…or, naturally, “What’s with the crazy look on you girls’ faces?”. However, they were only confronted with the same, simple, shut-down answers, such as, ‘no’, ‘nothing’, or, “What look?!”. So, after a while, they simply let the girls be and started their own conversation.
Meanwhile, the three little ladies, for the most part, kept to themselves. They occasionally glanced up at each other, their eyes full of confusion and a longing to start talking about what they saw, but, no such conversation or discussion ensued. There was a strange air of denial and, almost…trauma about them, although, shock would be a more fitting term. Shock, however, was a somewhat tame term to use, despite the fact that they were all indeed ‘shocked’, but, in their own, unique way.
Chloe quietly munched her sandwich, the confused mess that she was. She couldn’t make heads or tails over the rather violent scene she witnessed, between Miss Sunshine and Timmy in the classroom. Violent and active, yet, she definitely heard her screaming, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” with sheer adoration and, what seemed to be, appreciation, for what Timmy was doing to her. Was it that it really was pleasurable, or, was she simply being manipulated by Timmy’s dark powers? She just couldn’t tell. “Did she…really…like it?” she asked Cosmo and Wanda, whispering in a moment of clarity.
“Um…well…the thing is…” Wanda began. “…Cosmo, egh...ehelp me out, here…” she nearly begged, but, her partner didn’t seem quite able.
“…Panty…” Cosmo moaned. “…So…much…panty!”
Wanda was concerned, more than mad, as the look on Cosmo’s face couldn’t be distinguished as lustful or loony.
Veronica, on the other hand, was looking straight ahead, ‘through’ Tad and Chad, as she was absorbed in worrisome thoughts. As she crunched bits of salad and smooshed bits of cooked fruit within her mouth, her thoughts trailed into hopelessness and desperation. She thought, since Timmy was so focused on Trixie, it seemed he’d discarded her for an older woman. If it was downright impossible to get his adoration in the past, then…what were her chances with him now?
Finally, Trixie didn’t seem to be able to settle on any one emotion. She pecked at her fois gras with her spreading knife, crumbled her bite-sized pieces of toast, and chewed air, as she stared crazily at her homemade food box and mashed her lips together. Reels and reels of mental footage from Timmy and Miss Sunshine’s little session of early morning delight cranked through her mind, causing her feelings and thoughts to range from envy and jealousy, curiosity and lust, and even rage, as she absolutely hated the odd strain of wonder and power Timmy seemed to have over her, at this time. She felt it absurd that a simple, flea-ridden peasant like Timmy should even matter to her in the least, yet, the more she tried to dismiss him from her thoughts…the more she became outright obsessed with him.
And so, the three seemingly wounded girls continued pecking and munching obliviously at their food, with none of them really knowing what to say, until…
“Uh, Veronica?”
The three of them snapped to attention and suddenly looked to the source of the question: Timmy.
Timmy stood, puzzled, as to why the three of them would look at him with such…confusion and even fear, from Chloe…absolute, smirking, wild-eyed disdain, from Trixie…and a look of great surprise, from Veronica.
The situation was ludicrous, certainly. However, clueless as he was, Timmy decided to not bother, as it seemed to be an utter hairball of mystery…and possibly misery, should he try to dip a toe in the girls’ rather precarious pool of different and yet relative sea of expressions.
“Uh…um…yeah?” Veronica stammered. She was a deer caught in the headlights of a swiftly barreling truck…that didn’t really perceive himself as such.
Timmy reached behind him, somewhere within a back pocket, which was shadowed by his gently flowing cape of darkness. He presented a white piece of cloth. “Uh…you dropped this.”
Veronica nearly winced with the other two beside her. They were all, perhaps, thinking that he was producing a deadly snake, but, when Veronica recognized the object, she immediately began to blush, and almost cry. It was her handkerchief.
Veronica was speechless and they all were distracted enough to notice that, behind his back, Timmy was charging his hands with dark power. At that, Trixie, who was already focused on the gentlemanly gesture, became so focused with envy and awe, that she got tunnel vision, seeing only Timmy and Veronica.
Timmy smirked in sheer triumph, even glanced at Trixie, but, it was too quick and too discrete for any of them to notice.
“Wow…thanks, Timmy, I…uh…” Veronica muttered, nearly smiling But then, she recalled whom she was sitting next to. “Uhm, well, I don’t know WHERE you got this, but, yeah…you should be thanking me for the priviledge.” she said, as she swiftly snatched it from his hands. Her demeanor suddenly changed from heartfelt to haughty. She looked away from him, as if to display her distaste for the boy, and folded her arms.
Timmy, on the other hand, smiled, somewhat smugly, as if Veronica played perfectly into an unseen trap. “Oh…really?”
“Yeah, totally.”
“…Then, may I have the ‘privilege’ of carrying your heavy, history books to class?”
Veronica hiccupped in reply. Her eyes shot wide open and darted left and right, searching for an answer, and her arms dropped open. She began fidgeting, grabbing onto her own forearms, and gently touching at her lips, as she smiled, nervously. “Oh…eh, I…don’t…know…I, uh…” she stuttered, nearly shrinking into a little ball. She wanted him to do this for her. She knew it was an admittance of affection, a tiny bit of something that she wanted from him for a very long time, but, her position in the hierarchy of the school pushed her to think first of her reputation. She suddenly noticed the rather scary-looking Trixie in front of her, who was all but fuming with steam from her nostrils. Veronica’s attitude changed again. “…Ehem…No…I don’t want your cooties, thank you.”
Trixie smiled at the snide remark, satisfied with Veronica’s answer, and then she looked slightly past Veronica, observing Timmy’s reaction.
His reaction, by the way, was one of brow-raising triumph…and it infuriated Trixie. He didn’t seem fazed at all. In fact, he looked as if she said exactly what he wanted. “…Well, then…that’s fine, I guess.” Timmy replied. “But…I’ll pass by your locker later, in case you change your mind.” Timmy concluded, gracefully. He carried himself with a somewhat lighthearted attitude, as he soon turned to float himself towards the lunch line.
“Heh…what...a…loser.” Veronica whispered to the rest of the group, after Timmy was gone. Everyone laughed. Even Chloe did, but, her laugh was one of nervous, false conformity, as she glanced towards Timmy, hoping he didn’t see her doing so. Trixie laughed, attempting to indulge her classism against the boy in question, but, she simply couldn’t drown the strangely burning desires and wants she felt for him…which were only kindled farther within the next few seconds, as she spied Veronica looking fondly at the favor Timmy returned to her.

Recess at lunch time passed and the three girls reentered the schoolhouse hall, giggling from their previous conversation. The three of them soon parted towards their lockers to retrieve the next period’s books, with Chloe, naturally, the first to gather everything up and hop blissfully into class. Trixie was the next to finish, but, for some reason, she didn’t feel like heading straight to class. She lingered a bit, wondering why, in the back of her head, she felt a strange feeling of foreboding and curiosity. She gravitated towards Veronica’s locker, fearing the worst, and…lo and behold, she was waiting for something. One of Trixie’s eyes twitched as she restrained her ire. She did her best not to stomp her way towards her and she dressed her face with a smile that barely did anything to hide her jealous rage…her gritting teeth, in particular.
“Veh-roh-nih-cah?” Trixie shocked her friend, making her jump. “Come ohhhhhnnnuh…we’re gonna be late for claaaaas.” she said. Her voice was stretched…emphatic…forceful.
“Oh! Uh…ye…yeah! I’ll, uh, be right there…” Veronica replied, jittering nervously, looking as if she’d been caught with a vibrator between her legs.
“You’re not WAYYTIING FOR TIMEEEEH, ARE YOOHH?” Trixie nearly grumbled, her teeth gritting so hard with her fake smile that Veronica could swear seeing sparks shoot from them. She leaned forward as she talked, looking like a psychotic murderer, poised to stab…or possibly bite her victim.
Veronica began shielding herself with her thick history book. “Nnneh…noohhh, eheheh! Why would you think…”
“Why, helooooo, beautiful.”
Timmy cut in, making both girls wince slightly.
“Egh…Hiii, Timeeeee!” Veronica answered, trying to break the tension. “We were just, uhm…”
“My, those books look heavy.” Timmy saved Veronica’s aimless speech. “May I?” he said. Suddenly, he powered up his dark gloves and floated the books out of Veronica’s hand…Veronica’s alone, not Trixie’s, and began keeping them suspended in his right hand. Both Trixie and Veronica were amazed, with Veronica popping her eyes wide open, as Trixie kept hers wide as well, but, for reasons of awe, not anger. This wasn’t permanent, however, as, within the next few seconds, Timmy kept his left hand upon his hip and extended his elbow out to Veronica, making an eyelet for her to wrap her arms through. “Shall we?” Timmy enticed, somewhat comically, with a cheesily raised eyebrow.
“Eheheheh, we shall, heheheh.” Veronica chuckled as she stood straightly on her feet, recovering from the threat of Trixie’s shadow, and hooked both her arms around Timmy’s left bicep. She stooped slightly and rested her cheek upon his head. She was simply glowing with glee.
Trixie pursed her lips together. She felt utterly neglected. “Ahem!” she groaned, holding her books out before her for Timmy to extend the same courtesy.
“Huh?” Timmy suddenly stopped and regarded Trixie…as if she was a stray puppy. “Oh…uh…sure.” he said. He wiggled the thumb on his right hand and soon Trixie’s books lifted from her hands and began floating behind him and Veronica in a somewhat disorganized mess.
And so, Trixie was strung along, angrily, with her lower lip mashing upward like a British bulldog, as Veronica and Timmy giggled in each other’s presence on the way to class.
Trixie decided to pass the two lovebirds up, so, Timmy loosely dropped Trixie’s books onto her desk, just before she reached there. She then snapped her fingers and nearly all the boys in class crowded around her, saying “Gosh you’re pretty!” and soothing her ruffled feathers. However, as soon as she realized that she was out of direct line of sight with Timmy and Veronica, she began fidgeting. “Uh, heh, thanks, guys. You can all sit down now.” she said, urging them all to do so.
“Good afternoon, class!” Miss Sunshine called, as she strode back into the room. And, although Trixie was a feast for the eyes, the boys all left quickly to get a first-class view of woman city, from Miss Sunshine. Trixie was ever so slightly miffed, albeit the fact that she wanted them to go, in the first place.
As class began, Trixie was able to get a clear view of where Veronica and Timmy were. They were both separated and settled within their respective seats, and, it seemed as if nothing had ever transpired between them. Trixie was puzzled yet relieved. As long as they weren’t seen together, she was, relatively speaking, fine. Of course, she still found herself drifting into thoughts of Timmy and the teacher, eventually morphing said thoughts into Timmy and her…doing what Miss Sunshine and he were doing. She wanted to know…maybe even dying to know, what it felt like. However, with both the teacher and Veronica seemingly satisfying him with companionship, not to mention the fact that his desires for Trixie looked almost non-existent at this time, crushed her spirits. Did she miss her chance to know him?
This self-doubting and quietly burning desire was all quite tame and was fairly under control within Trixie’s mind. But, this all came to an end when Trixie’s attention was dragged upward to see Veronica excuse herself to the girl’s bathroom…and slip Timmy a note, when she walked on by.
Trixie’s rage was stoked. “That…hussy!” she whispered to herself. Her heart and mind desperately wanted two things every time she saw Veronica, or any lady for that matter, latch themselves onto Timmy. First, she wanted whoever it was and Timmy to be blocked from seeing each other, perhaps even torn from each other’s presence, immediately. Second, and more importantly, Trixie whispered to herself…
“I’ve got to have Timmy all to myself, somehow.”



...To be continued...

[67hawk]

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Great way to celebrate St.Patrick's Day with a new installment of the Wrath of Darth Turner.

Remember-it is not THE WEARIN' OF THE GREEN-IT IS THE SPENDING OF THE GREEN!

[Demon Casket]

Chapter 1-6

Forgive my delay. Had things to do and places to go. Didn't have much time or energy to concentrate for a few weeks, but, here's as far as it's gotten.
More to come.

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Trixie carefully monitored Timmy and Veronica's actions while class whittled on. Her hawk-like gaze strafed the tiny field of children's heads like machinegun fire, bouncing a focus between Timmy and Veronica like a tennis ball, yet...nothing was happening. There wasn't so much as a simple, giddy glance shared between them throughout the afternoon class. In fact, Trixie began wondering if she was imagining things, when she saw Veronica slip him the note.
However, when school was done for the day, Veronica was unusually quick to step towards the door. Trixie absolutely noticed, in blood-boiling slow motion, when Veronica glanced towards Timmy, a timid, come-hither smile upon her face, as a gentle blush crossed her cheek. Timmy smiled back, a slight look of intent upon his face, as Veronica passed by. Then, as he too moved to leave, he took a quick glance at Veronica's note, from his pocket, and then quickly crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash on his way out. (Of course, what Trixie didn't notice was Timmy's subtle glance in her direction, indicating that he knew exactly what her intentions were...perhaps even reinforcing them.)
Trixie grabbed her bag and made her way around the desks and toward the door, whistling a random tune and hoping that no one would notice her...as she stealthily knelt down to 'tie her shoe', right next to the waste basket, and snatched Veronica's little note to Timmy, clenching it in her fist, as she continued her walk out of class. Once outside, she uncrumpled the little sheet of paper and read.
"Back of the school, after class." it said.
Trixie followed in hot pursuit.

Rushing past one of the school's flanks, Trixie quickly slowed her jog to a halt, as she was reaching the rear of the school. She did her best to catch her breath and calm down, which was all but impossible. Soon, however, she was able to slow her heaving breath to a bit more of a crawl and silence her 'huffs' and 'puffs' at least to the point that only she could really hear them. When she got herself together, she slowly...carefully peered around the corner...and then snapped right back to hide on her side of the wall. Timmy and Veronica were mere feet from around the corner where Trixie stood. She waited a moment, flattening herself against the wall and hoping desperately that they didn't see her. With her senses heightened, she was able to spy in on their conversation.
"I, uh, really appreciate...ya know...your kindness, 'n stuff." Timmy said.
"Oh, heh...really...it was, like...nothing..." Veronica replied.
It seemed that they were so involved with each other that Trixie was not seen.
"So, um...yeah..." Timmy went on...somewhat.
As did Veronica, saying, "...Like...yeah?"
After that, the two of them went deathly silent. Trixie's full on, raging jealousy and envy were ramming her to find out what was going on, so, she took a chance. She got down on the floor, crept forward, and slowly...slowly slid her gaze around the corner to observe...

The wind whistled in Timmy and Veronica's ears as it played at Timmy's cape, as well as Veronica's lovely, golden locks. As their hands, almost of their own volition, found themselves perched upon each other's bodies - Timmy's on Veronica's shoulders and Veronica's on Timmy's waist - Timmy began realizing the beauty he had before him. A warm, rosy blush decorated the gently sculpted cheeks of Veronica's face, showing through her fair yet warmly toned skin. Her wide, burning yet piercingly icy eyes were innocent, projecting a sense of absolute trust and vulnerability into Timmy that he was almost unwilling to accept. And, last but definitely not least, her tender, bashful, little smile: a tightly nervous pair of lips, painted with a touch of cherry pink lip gloss. They all but called to him with two, simple, unspoken words...'kiss me'.
Timmy felt as if he was delicately grasping a golden flower and was swiftly falling victim to this odd, enchanted moment. He gently slid his hands down from the top of Veronica's shoulders down to their sides, lightly fondling the softness of her body on the way and beginning to pull her in his direction. He couldn't explain it. It was as if he was another man, and, he knew this, as he could even gather his conscious thoughts in knowing he would never otherwise be so bold.
Was he doing this to spite Trixie? No, that wasn't it...albeit the fact that he actually did know she was watching the two of them from somewhere. He just didn't know that she was a few feet away.
No. Trixie was naught but a tiny ember, burning in a rearward corner of his mind, right now. For, right now, he held before himself a young, vibrant, beautiful girl, with piercing eyes, hair that shined like the golden sun, and a want for him that Trixie never presented so openly. She was open and vulnerable to him...and he now returned her love in the same.
The tender, childish smile began melting away from Veronica's face, as she realized he was moving to kiss her, and, a pleading want gently opened her lips in anticipation. She wanted to taste...to sip and drink gently, yet thirstily, the love from his lips, and, they both closed their eyes as they came closer and closer, until the young, warm, delicate flesh of their mouths caressed and made contact, soon meshing together and locking at an angle to begin melting into a hot, intimate kiss, that linked them to their very souls.
"Mmmmmmphhh..." Veronica moaned into Timmy's mouth as she drank and sipped at the lifeforce within his mouth and hungrily expressive lips. His kiss, long awaited, was felt in a slow, burning shock, that spilled straight through the core of her body...and into her warming, moistening womanhood.
"Mmmmm..." Timmy moaned back, as if the kiss was something sweet and delicious, demonstrating this more by delicately introducing his tongue into her mouth and teasing her wet, little muscle with his.
Veronica pulled him even closer, until they embraced, chest to chest, hands slowly wandering across each other's bodies, expressing the crazed, unbridled passion they were feeling for each other.
As the cold, after-school wind danced about them, they could almost didn't notice anything else but themselves. The tender clicks and smacks of their lips sounded off between them, as if they were dance steps in an empty hall. They were all alone, with each other, and it was all they needed to know.


...To be continued...

Btw, hope the format isn't too hard to follow. Odd things happened to my last post, after the upgrade and all.

[67hawk]

Know what you mean. Life does have a tendency to interfere in life-as we wish it would be. Great work

[Demon Casket]

Chapter 1-7

Sorry it took so long to put this part out. Needed a major love bowel movement for this one, hahaha...and it isn't even done yet!
Still, I certainly hope quality beats quantity.
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Trixie watched on, grinding her teeth now. She wasn't only livid...she was famished. Certainly, she could have any boy she wanted, but, she knew not a single one that could give her loving that made her melt...not like Timmy was doing for Veronica. She was also quite perplexed at how absolute and confident he was in his resolve. He was never like this before. In fact, Timmy appeared rather whipped, when it came to his attempts at attracting Trixie. 'Could it be,' Trixie thought, 'that he has satisfied his desire for me...with Veronica??'
Trixie was at an absolute loss for words or direction. She felt as if Veronica had stolen an odd, favorite doll of hers, simply because she wasn't playing with it at the time. She was tempted to simply storm on over and ruin their little love party, but, a bit of common sense kept her feet from taking that crucial, initial step. It would be quite unbecoming of her to act out of sheer jealousy, and, it would damage her reputation, her image, to no end. What she was to do about this, she did not know. All she could do, now as before, was stare...silently...enraged. She did this, biting her lip and grinding her teeth...especially when she spied Veronica's hands boldly heading southward upon Timmy's body.

Timmy and Veronica continued, deeply involved in their kiss, as their hands and arms slithered like snakes in a mating dance across each other's bodies. Timmy had released his thick, lifeless gloves and stored them somewhere in his back pockets, so he could readily experience the feel of Veronica's skin. As they stood, entranced with the constantly melting feel of their kiss, Timmy gently pulled up Veronica's sweater and began exploring the soft, smooth feel of her perfect skin, all along her back and even the top of her buttocks...which excited her, a lot. She loved the tingling sensation of his magic touch, so much so that she pulled back at a slight angle so she had enough room to slip a hand down Timmy's body while still maintaining warm, close holding contact. Her hand soon found the slight bulge within Timmy's pants and her hands hungrily began cupping and massaging at it.
"Mmmmph..." Timmy moaned when he felt the warm, pleasing pressure of Veronica's hungry hand upon him. He retrieved a hand from beneath her sweater and joined it atop Veronica's, stroking and petting it, telling her she was doing a good job, working on him down there.
Veronica pulled back a moment and loved the hazy, huffing look on Timmy's face, while she massaged him through his pants. "Pleeease let me touch him, Timmy?" Veronica purred, "I wanna hold him in my hands."
Timmy smiled. The odd play of referring to his manhood in the third person, strangely, turned him on even more. "Sure." he said. "He'd love to meet you."
Happily invited, Veronica giggled a bit and came forward with a smile. They continued kissing, as Timmy loosened his belt and Veronica easily slid her hand inside the confines of his pants. Her warm, delicate fingers soon traced themselves across Timmy's hardening shaft, and, the whole of her hand quickly, gently, yet ravenously surrounded and began squeezing and nursing his meaty apparatus.
"Mmmmmmhhh..." Timmy moaned into Veronica's mouth, furthering her excitement. Veronica's touch was electric upon his skin. The pleasure Timmy felt from her hands was far different than that of Miss Sunshine's, as it was slower, careful, and far more passionate. Every warm caress of her palm and every stroking touch of her fingertips traced a feeling of absolute desire into him, as she lovingly kneaded his excited flesh. And soon, Veronica found that Timmy was pleasantly stiff enough for her to grab hold of and pump, which she absolutely loved.
For a short while, Veronica enjoyed holding, squeezing, and slowly pumping Timmy within her hand, making him moan helplessly into her mouth. It wasn't long, however, that her raging passions got the better of her. She pulled back a bit and stared into Timmy's hazy, sleepy looking eyes, filled with warming, almost ticklish pleasure. At this time, it seemed they both were panting heavily. "Let me kiss it, Timmy?" Veronica said with a lost look, of desperate thirst, in her eyes. "Let me kiss it like Miss Sunshine did with you, this morning?"
Timmy was slightly shocked, although he did recall seeing someone observing him through the window, during his and Miss Sunshine's morning fuck session. "So...you were one of those girls watching me, huh?" Timmy raised a brow.
"Oh, yeah, Timmy." Veronica replied. "You were sooooo manly."
Timmy smiled. How could he deny her? "It's all yours." he replied with a slightly winded tone.

Meanwhile, as this was going on, Trixie continued to watch, wanting to scream her head off. 'She didn't say what I thought she did...did she?!' her words echoed in her mind, 'She's...gonna go down on him, like Miss Sunshine??'
Veronica giggled a bit as she dropped down to her knees and Timmy moved to support himself against the wall. Trixie bobbed her head out of view for a moment, as Timmy and Veronica shuffled around for better positioning, so they wouldn't see her. When Trixie slipped her head back into view, Timmy had his back against the wall and Veronica was tugging down on Timmy's rather eerie yet attractive skull buckled belt. She lowered his pants just enough for his stiff, little meat stick to pop into view.
"Wow...did you grow'em a little bigger since I last saw it?" Veronica queried, as it did seem an inch or so bigger than this morning.
"I guess he's just happy to see you." was all Timmy replied with a slight laugh.
Veronica giggled in reply, yet, all things went fairly serious when her left hand's fingertips gingerly took hold and massaged at his engorged sack and her right hand delicately held him in place like a joystick, so she could close her eyes and press the warm, meaty shaft lovingly against her face.
Trixie felt gutted when she observed Timmy throw his head back against the wall, closing his eyes with pleasure, as Veronica gently cupped and massaged his balls and began stroking back and forth with his hot, little sausage and enjoying its loving heat. Trixie couldn't explain it, not in the slightest, on the way she felt, but, for some reason, she felt she'd lost the race.

Veronica began stroking across the tender underbelly of Timmy's cock with her glossy lips. She slipped them back and forth, occasionally giving it sweet, little butterfly kisses, as she went along. Timmy could only watch on, mesmerized as the warm, loving little blond girl took such pleasure in giving him pleasure, making him pant and moan gently, while she simply relished in the fact that what she was doing to this thing was making him feel really, really good.
"Mmmmm...whadaya call this thing, Timmy?" Veronica asked as she ate him with tender, little suckling kisses.
"Ohhhh...mm...Miss Sunshine called it a...cock...I think." Timmy answered, barely able to reply.
"Mmmm, I see." Veronica seemed to like the somewhat aggressive word. "Well..." she spoke as she began licking the thing, making Timmy shudder in reply. "...I llooove your cock, Timmy..." she said as she licked him up and down like a popsicle. "...I love how it's like a nice, hard candy pop..." Timmy was nearly squirming now. Veronica began licking up one side of him, stroking across his head, and down the other, then, she licked up and back the same way. "...and the best part is..." she said as she began opening her lips for him, "...it's a part of you."
"Oughhh!" Timmy groaned as Veronica captured him with her lips and slipped him into her soft, warm, ever loving mouth.
It was incredible. Certainly, her technique was amateur, but, her passion was boiling. It was not so mechanical in technique, as Miss Sunshine was. It was out of sheer and utter adoration, and Timmy could definitely feel the difference. Veronica moaned as she swallowed him whole, slowly sliding her molten lips up and down his shaft and all but wrapping her tongue around his hard, throbbing member. Her pace was slow. Her enjoyment intense, as she could just sense that Timmy was absolutely smoldering with the loving pleasure she had been dying to give him. Over and over again, she slowly sucked upwards, making sweet little clicks and smacks with her lips, as they hungrily glided across his throbbing shaft, then, back down upon him, swallowing him whole, as she passionately plunged him back, deeply into her mouth. "MMMMMmmmmm!" Veronica moaned, yet, it wasn't about taste, not exactly. She felt as if she was swallowing his love for her, and she simply couldn't get enough.

Trixie continued to watch, helpless and defeated. Her posture somehow degraded to her lying on her back and simply going on, envious. She didn't want to be there, yet, she didn't want to leave. There was a strange galaxy of feelings, spiraling about her head, and this was the best she could do with it. She began stuffing a pair of fingers into her mouth and imagining that she was in Veronica's place, having that same, fiery, passionate power over him, as she slowly sucked and devoured his cock. Trixie's hands alternated between being Timmy's imaginary manhood and wandering across her body to make her feel some sort of love that wasn't there. She squeezed and stroked at her heaving breasts, palmed across her body, and even began spreading her legs and dipping her moistened fingers into her warm, juicy, starving pussy lips. She sucked and dipped with her own fingers as she watched Veronica make love to Timmy, and the fires within her body just would not die. They only burned farther, especially when Timmy moaned Veronica's name.

"Oghhh...Veronicahh..." Timmy huffed, his eyes closed and his fingertips searching and tangling into the girl's golden locks, with extreme, mindless passion.
Veronica loved that. Timmy's touch as he aimlessly fingered through her hair nearly made her cry, as she was encouraged and began twisting her lips about him, even sucking a bit harder. She turned her head this way and that, rising and falling with her slow, constant sucking, and moaning passionately into his flesh. She pressed her hands against the face of his hips, forcing him still, into the support of the wall behind him, as she hungrily sucked him, again and again.
"Yuh...you're gonna make mehhh..." Timmy huffed and puffed his words, his brow beading with sweat and his loins erupting with fiery waves of pleasure. "Ohhh, yeahh...yeahh...yeahh..." he continued to moan, as Veronica continued to eat him with a slightly heightened pace. She constantly sucked him, making gorgeous, sloppy smacks with her hungry lips, as she rocked back and forth between the flesh of his shaft and the ridge of his head, sparking hard, shocking pleasure when she did so. She sucked...sucked...sucked, causing his shaft to go rock hard, until he felt he was ready to burst. "Aghh...ohhmigahhsh...!" Timmy groaned and gripped into Veronica's hair.
Overwhelmed by his passion and almost certain she knew what was happening, Veronica's arms wrapped around Timmy's lower body, her hands passionately gripping onto his buttocks, not letting him go for an instant. Then, Timmy's manhood began throbbing with an exciting pulse, bursting hot, thick rockets of creamy love into her mouth. Veronica moaned 'MMMMMMPH! MMMMMMPH! MMMMMMPH!' (or 'yes, yes, yes') as she began sucking on him like a straw, sipping the love from his reservoir and slowly, forcefully stuffing him into her mouth, fucking with her lips and pumping him for all the love he had to offer. She couldn't get enough, swallowing instantly with every thick, hot, creamy spurt his love needle shot into her mouth and leaving no trace of it behind. She began to slow as the spurting flow of his lovely, expressive cum soon came to a slowing end, but, still, she sucked hard, sucking on him like she was drinking the last few droplets of sweet love from the bottom of his reservoir, sucking ravenously, as she felt that each spurt of molten cum, each moan sung from his lips, was a returning pronouncement of 'I love you too, Veronica', the same she had felt for him for a long, long time, straight into the depths of her soul. And she loved it so much that she began whimpering her pleasure from her mouth and welling tears from her eyes...as well as expressing a nice, moistening soak from her swollen, overheated womanhood's petals, into her cute, cotton panties.
She held to him still, even after his cum stopped flowing, and rocked him back and forth, embracing and wrapping her arms around his tense and slightly twitching bottom, while she continued, back and forth, slowly sucking up and down on his member, wanting it to speak its love once again, even more, into her thirsty lips.
This, however, began to be a little too much for Timmy. "Oghh...ugh! Eh...enough! S-stop!" he groaned, pressing against her forehead a bit and gently pulling her from his oversensitive love stick.
"W...what's wrong?" Veronica called, worried. "You don't want me to..."
"Nooo, no." Timmy quickly replied, smiling in reassurance. "It...just gets a little...I dunno...kinda hurts, after that happens."

Veronica and Timmy giggled over their odd moment, while Trixie emptied out, exhausted a bit...as she had spent the past minute or so cumming with Timmy. To her, this simultaneous orgasm was more than symbolic. It meant that Timmy was making love to the wrong woman.
Timmy pulled Veronica up off the ground. "...But I totally love you for it." he said, before pulling her in for another long, passionate kiss. Trixie took this as a cue to go. So, she pulled herself forward up off the ground and stood. As she dusted herself off, she stared at the large spot of wet, even steaming asphalt that she left on the ground. It seemed a waste, and an expression for Timmy that he had not felt for himself.
"I guess we should go." Trixie heard Veronica say faintly from around the corner. Trixie was in agreement, especially in realization that they would soon pop around the corner and find her, if she was not careful.
But then, "Ohh...we can't do that." Timmy said, making Trixie freeze in her tracks. She quickly returned to lean against the corner and listen intently. "I still have to...return the favor." Timmy then teased.
Trixie nearly had a heart attack. She stopped herself in mid jolt, as she wanted to spear her head out around the corner to see what was going on. Slowly, with her back against the wall and her palms somewhat gripping the smooth, painted brick for support, she peered around the corner, her eyes wide with insanity. "Oh...Timmy, I dunno. The bus probably left already, and...I..." Veronica stammered and jittered as Timmy teasingly traded places with her and trapped her against the wall.
With the way Timmy seemed to capture and hold Veronica, hungry, desperately, boldly...Trixie's eyes welled up with some tears. 'That...should be me!' she cried in her head. And she was frozen in place, yet again, not wanting to leave and, simultaneously, wanting to run far, far away, especially when she heard Timmy deliver his cheesy yet engulfing lines.
"...Forget the bus..." was what he said. "...I'm the only ride you'll need."
At that, both Trixie and Veronica gave off a look like deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. The thing was...they wanted the truck to ram them...and ram them good.


...To be continued...

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Timmy pulled Veronica's head forward from behind with his right hand and gently took hold of her body at her sides with his left. He drank from her lips as if he was sipping from a glass of wine, and thus, she poured herself into him, meltingly, with moans of utter surrender.
Trixie stood, so close yet so far away, longingly looking upon them with such a broken yet molten heart that she scarcely knew what to do with herself. As she watched Timmy slowly, almost sneakily, pull up at Veronica's sweater, giving him access to her soft, sensitive body, Trixie gripped onto the side of the wall, as if she was a bird, defying gravity and perching onto the sunset-drenched, generic schoolyard brickwork.
Trixie's hands began mimicking Timmy's to a mirror image, as he made Veronica moan, gently stroking and teasing up her sides and scantily brushing against the undersides of the captive cheerleader's young, budding breasts. Trixie did as well as she could, imagining that her own hands were Timmy's. She gave herself, as such, a warm, loving touch, exploring and stroking up her body, even tenderly gripping and stroking over her breasts, as Timmy's hands were beginning to do...but on Veronica. Yet, despite the yards of distance between them, Trixie seemed to fall into a symbiotic trance, as if it really was Timmy doing these things to her in person.
Trixie spied the telltale contours underneath Veronica's clothes, confessing why she furrowed her brow so, and moaned so helplessly into Timmy's mouth. Timmy was gently cradling and fondling Veronica's breasts, handling them gently and yet playfully like balloons filled with water. He absolutely loved their tender, fleshy nature. He loved even more the sweet, hot, instant reactions she spilled into his mouth, as his thumb gave her hotter, sparking pleasure by flicking and circling over her excited nipples, so much so that he nearly replied with his own pleasured moans, as he drank from her tender, trembling mouth.
Trixie as well began fondling herself, moaning quietly and flicking over her large, stiffening nipples, as she drank in this molten, almost mirage-like sensual spectacle before her. Her stint of jealousy had somehow disappeared. In her mind, she placed herself in Veronica's begging-to-peel-away clothes. "...Do me morehhh..." Trixie whispered as she pleasured herself. Thoughtlessly, she hoped Timmy heard her.
Veronica was reeling with soft, hard, conflicting emotions. She wanted to jump on...in...all over Timmy in enjoyment for what he was doing to her body, yet, she only wanted to melt and spill herself into him. Somewhere between just surrendering herself to him...and bolting off like a rocket and doing a few thousand laps around the playground at the speed of light...she was there.
"MMMmmmmmph..." she kept moaning, vocalizing her pleasure into his mouth, as his palms caressed these pleasure bombs that had become her breasts. His palms made miniscule movements over her sweet, sensual handfuls, yet, they felt utterly explosive to her. He stroked over her bare skin, broadside to broadside, as his thumb and forefinger delicately squeezed and teased her hungry, thankful nipples.
Keeping his passions solely to her mouth, as absolutely delightful as it was...wasn't enough, as Timmy's actions soon demonstrated. He madly began sucking and nibbling warmly down, off Veronica's lost, wandering lips, down her finely sculpted, slightly trembling chin; journeying hungrily down the tender, sensitive under curve of her jaw. "HHHhhhhhh..." she exhaled sharply as she felt him kiss-print his way down the tiny measure of neck that he could suckle at, then, he teased, pressingly into the fibers of her sweater, as he dredged up the lower limits of her top, exposing the previously hidden treasures of her sweet, budding breasts and their bright, cherry pink nipples.
Veronica panted, nervous, as she helped him hold her top open. His face slowly disappeared beneath the scrunch of her sweater and she soon felt his soft, wet, hungry lips begin nibbling kisses all over her naked breasts, causing her to throw her head back in excitement and moan, especially when she felt his hot, unyielding mouth open and his juicy, burning tongue begin its assault upon her attentive little cherries. He enjoyed himself slowly, gratefully, hungrily; sucking ravenously over her nipples with the warming, inner flesh of his lips and constantly tasting and dancing swirls upon the joyous buds of her flesh and the sensitive circles around them. His hands pulled her closer as he made hot, clicks and smacks with his lips. "Ahh...ohh...yesss, Timmeeeh...aghh...ahhh..." Veronica chirped, feeling that with each sound his lips made, as it seemed to reverberate through her torso, he claimed her body for his own. And she wanted him to stay there, sucking on her, feasting upon her young, tender body.
'These little titties are yours now...' she moaned in her mind, '...allhhh...yours...'. She utterly melted in his arms. He held her close, not wanting her to escape his grasp for one second, as the feel of his soft, suckling lips overwhelmed her. He ate of her and his tongue tasted and tasted over her freshened hills of womanhood, making her sing and moan, again and again.
Trixie had retreated from sight of Timmy and Veronica long ago, unable to sustain her odd, voyeuristic stance for much longer, as she mimicked Timmy's actions. She was found leaning herself against the wall for support, as she ravaged her own pair of excited, heaving breasts with a few pairs of glistening fingers, fresh with a hot, sticky, slippery coat of passionate saliva. As she drank in Veronica's moans and the sweet, hot, tiny clicks and smacks of Timmy's swallowing, tasting, feasting actions, she all but physically envisioned him there before her, swallowing and passionately sucking upon her breasts with fiery abandon. Trixie stroked and pinched with her fingers, even occasionally bobbing her own head down to lick the peaks of her stiff, hungry nipples, as she brought near hallucinations of her intended boy toy upon herself. She wanted more...more...more...deeper...lower upon her body, as she began burning from the inside out. She wanted him to kiss her there, upon, within, and all over the passion pit of her womanhood, burying his face in between her legs...now, with all possible speed. Trixie all but prayed for Timmy to progress upon his path southward, as she couldn't wait for him to swallow her womanhood whole. Soon, and not soon enough, it seemed, her prayers were thankfully answered...
Timmy lingered a while, circling and caressing the puffs of Veronica's cute, lovely breasts and their tasty nipples, even pressing his face, his cheeks into them in worship, but, soon, he began dropping further, gently alighting his hands at her somewhat ticklish sides and kissing his way down the center of her body and across her sweet, mysterious naval. He stopped there a moment, kissing and playing his lips at her belly and its dark, little cave, as his hands wandered down, over her hips, over the cloth of her skirt, and down to its lowest reaches...where he slowly ascended into their depths...making Veronica very, very nervous.
Veronica gripped into her sweater as she felt Timmy continue to worship her sweet, soft belly and also began feeling his palms stroke up over the outer sides of her thighs, feeling upwards...upwards...upwards, and then gently yet hungrily smoothing over her hips with his palms as his fingers squeezed at her tender buttocks and his thumbs began playing at the frontal face of her lower body...closer and closer to her hot, inexperienced womanhood. Veronica was absolutely frightened, especially as Timmy came down and began kissing her through her skirt.
Veronica closed her eyes, nearly squishing them shut. "...Tih...Timmy..." she muttered. The fear in her voice made Timmy stare up at her. She was pressing her lips together and looking away, as if she was bracing for pain.
Timmy was reasonably worried. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Veronica slightly opened her eyes and looked down towards Timmy, yet, with her head, she still seemed to be looking away. She was somewhat ashamed of herself, despite the distance they traveled already, yet, her fear of what 'it'...whatever 'its' were to come, absolutely froze her. "...Ih...it's not gonna hurt, is it?" Veronica nearly whimpered, shutting her eyes again, tears welling at their edges.
Timmy quietly giggled, humored and relieved. "No. It won't. I promise."
Veronica opened her eyes again. "Puh...promise?"
"Ayee promiss." Timmy spoke firm and warmly. "I'll be really nice to it, I swear...and we can stop at any time."
Veronica's heart warmed over again. She giggled slightly, as she wiped the tiny tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry." she said, apologizing for somewhat breaking the mood.
For Timmy though, it was warming, all in her charm, her innocence. In a word...cute. "Don't be." he said, smiling. "There's no reason to."
Veronica giggled back at him. Seeing as he was on his knees, it didn't feel proper to try and hug over him...or something to that effect, so, all she did was cross her hands about his head, drawing him close. Timmy responded, turning aside and pressing his warm, loving cheek into her skirt, as his hands crossed about Veronica's buttocks. His warm fingers and gentle palms lovingly gripped and held upon her warm and tender mounds, wandering about a bit, as they embraced. Veronica loved that. Especially when Timmy gently swayed his head a bit, pressing and pressing himself into the warmth between her legs. "Ohh, Timmy..." she moaned...encouraging to go deeper.
Veronica's fingers slipped into Timmy's dark weave of hair and she slightly inhaled through her teeth as she gently bit into her lower lip, feeling his fingers cross beneath the thin threshold of her panties so his fingers and palms could sprawl...massage...explore the soft, tender terrain of her perfectly round bottom. He continued, kissing against the tuft of her womanhood through the folds of her mini-skirt and gently making love to her firm, warm ass with his fingers, causing her to fill with warm, passionate pleasure and lean back against the wall for support.
The lovely yet unbearably teasing curtain of her skirt was in his way. Timmy retrieved his fingers from roaming across the soft, fleshy hills behind and soon used them to gently lift the veneer of Veronica's poofy, pink sheet, revealing the long awaited scene of her frilly, pink panties.
For a moment, Veronica was very nervous, yet again, partially because she was really wondering if, whatever was going to happen to her soft, sensitive lady bits down there was really going to hurt, and Timmy was just humoring her, and, also because she was wondering if he thought she was...ugly, somehow. Timmy's actions put everything to rest.
The scent of her young, puffy, budding womanhood was warm...animalistic...and sweet. An aroma of animalistic musks, some nasty and natural and yet some sweet and beckoning, mingled with a scent of fresh floral bouquets, kissed by the rain. Veronica's womanly concoction of musks and perfumes invaded Timmy's senses. His eyes dilated and his mouth began to water, as the gorgeous delta of Veronica's womanhood beckoned him forward, beyond his conscious mind. He...was not...in control.
Veronica was mesmerized, puzzled at what he must be thinking, as she watched Timmy's eyes blissfully close, as he pulled himself forward, slowly. "...Hhhhehh...ohhh..." Veronica moaned as his lips made contact with her womanhood's tender, puffy lips, through the thin veneer of her frilly, cute little cotton bloomers. The feel of his soft, gentle lips as he began pressing and kissing against her pussy's large, bun-like lips, made her breathe heavily, staring skyward in reaction to this unexplored world of pleasure. Timmy held her skirt open, pulling it gently taught against her hips, as his lips began stroking and nibbling slightly at her womanhood, exploring and teasing it dryly yet with unfathomable passion. Veronica's hands joined his, playing with them and helping them hold her cloth open, urging him on and telling him that he was doing something right. Yet, he wanted to tell her that this wasn't even the beginning. With his hands free of the chore of holding up Veronica's skirt, he bid her hands goodbye with a loving squeeze, then, he brought his subtle, skillful touch to stroke and smooth over her inner thighs. "Aghhhh..." Veronica moaned as a new layer of pleasure was breached, warming her further. Timmy continued his light actions, prodding her and teasing her with the 'fingers' of his face, his nose...his passionately pointing lips...his chin...pressing and teasing her soft, warming apparatus, teasing even himself with such discipline and self denial...but it was all too much. He had to have her all.
Slowly, gently, without ceasing his constant pleasure of pressing and kissing onto her through the cloth of her panties, his fingers gingerly pulled them aside, as if he was shifting the curtain hiding a golden treasure. He halted a moment, to view it, a sweet, tender pout of large, puffy lips was decorated atop its deep, dark crevice with a fiery tuft of golden hair. It was like a golden, natural, candy peach...and it was all his...to eat.
Veronica brought her gaze downward onto Timmy, wondering why he took a moment out of time to look her over. It was just in time to catch him as he began his work, feasting upon her, as if she was a finely dressed dessert. Timmy began by pressing and nibbling at the tender tips at the bottom of Veronica's labia. His lips gently stroked and pulled at them, as if he was massaging her lips with his. "Ohhhh...!" Veronica moaned, as she watched on, mesmerized at how Timmy took gentle bites of her, again and again. Dryly at first, he stroked his lips up and around as if he was drawing a lucky horseshoe upon her pussy, occasionally opening his mouth and huffing his hot, passionate breath upon her, as he teased her body. Not good enough. Not for long. He progressed farther, as his lips and appetite were piqued by a sweet, slight, gentle wetness that kissed him, from her tasty, lower lips to his. Her womanhood's delicate pronouncement of love drove him mad.
"Oooh!" Veronica moaned as Timmy pressed deeply, straight into the puff of her womanhood and teased her sticky, inner sweetmeats. He began hungrily lapping up and over the salty sweet puff of her outer labia, making her jitter slightly, increasing her wetness to a gentle trickle. After a few passes, tasting and tasting her outside, her juicy insides beckoned. "A-...Aghh!" Veronica groaned as Timmy took his hot, firm little muscle with all its juicy wetness and sampled her tender, inner meats, lapping up her sweet, gently flowing pussy juice and licking through and between her large outer lips, tasting slowly into her hot, sticky hidden treasures...and his hunger intensified. Her sweet, inner taste drove his vision to flow red, his heart pounding and his eyes filling with stars. A taste of tender, womanly, animal flesh and a strange hint of hot, fresh, sticky apple pie danced across his palate...and he didn't stop, nor did he even want to. He was absolute, hungry, and thirsty for more.
He gently seized her body, grabbing hold of her buttocks, and pulled her forward. "Aghh!!!" Veronica constantly moaned, "Ohh, Timmeehh!!!", as she continued to feel his wet, hungry little muscle lick into her pussy and stroke up and down against her inner lips.
"Mmmmmhhhhhh...mmmmmmmmhhhh...annnnhhhhhh...yeahhh hhh..." Timmy moaned, mindlessly, breathing hard and constant into her tuft of golden pubic hair, as he ate and ate her. His tongue slowly licked, up and down, firm and deep into her body's soft, fleshy puff of a mound, probing and tasting her hot, sweet flesh and loving every second of it.
Veronica watched, entranced. It was as if he was another man, as he froze in place, licking and licking into her and shooting molten streaks of lava, hard, jolting shots of pleasure through her loins. "Hhhhhohhhh..." she huffed and moaned. It made her pant uncontrollably, as her eyes glazed over. She was taken, in more ways than one, by his hunger and his skill.
Soon, after a constant session of licking and teasing into her sweet, puffy womanhood, Timmy wanted to get at the hot, molten core of this tasty thing he was eating. He retrieved his hands from behind Veronica's body and used his fingers to part her large outer lips. The hot, sweet, shimmering beauty of her sticky inner lips and the entrance to her love canal was now before him. He wasted no time. With his fingertips, he gently parted her juicy, burning inner lips...and began licking...firmly...all of it. "Ahhhhh..." Timmy moaned, filling with his own kind of pleasure, as he swiftly, constantly tasted and pressed the broadside of his tongue, eating all of it and teasing deeply into the recesses of her body.
Veronica's eyes lightly rolled back in her head as they closed. "Hhhahhh...ohhgahhhd!" she moaned, as she felt Timmy's tongue taste and stroke, uninhibited, unapologetically, into her sweet spot. In reaction, almost by instinct, she gripped onto her skirt and spread her legs wider for him, pressing her pussy into his face for all the pleasure he could give. "H-ah...hhoh...yes, Timmeeh...hooh!" her voice huffed into the air like a steam train. Her body pulsed and pulsed, throbbing with pleasure, until her loins shocked up and her thankful, womanly flesh began yielding to him a sweet, hot, trickling river of love juice, right onto his pressing tongue.
Timmy lost his mind, licking and moaning "Ahhhh...yehhhhllmmmm...!" into Veronica's body. His tongue worked harder and faster, making love to her womanly flesh with unbearable excitement, as her sweet, hot, tasty little rose pronounced its love for him.
"Ohhhh, eat me, Timmy! Eat me!" Veronica sang, as his wet little love muscle so made love to her delicious womanhood.

"Ohhhh, Timmy...yessss...give it to me!" Trixie whispered from around the corner. This time, she did see this, panting with a drooling, tongue flailing, open mouth, watching her friend have her young, innocent pussy feasted upon by this animal of a man. Trixie herself had relieved body of her pearly, pink panties and was holding them in one hand, dragging up her cute, little go-go skirt in the same, as her free hand sloshed and sloshed into her hot, sticky, excited womanhood, pleasuring herself the same as Timmy was giving to Veronica. She stroked, stroked, stroked, deeply and ravenously into her pussy's lips, making herself splash through the cage of her fingers.
Trixie was relieved...a bit, having synchronized with all the action that was happening a yard or so away from her, but, was it over? Trixie certainly hoped not. She was not as gentle, nor inexperienced, as Veronica. Trixie's body was still hungry for Timmy, and she wanted him to do one...last...thing...to her friend...or to her...



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"Ahh...ahh...ahh..." Veronica panted, constant and calmly, as Timmy slowed his actions to a gentle stroke. He still wanted to taste her body, but, there was a far more urgent need of his that needed adressing...he wanted to be inside of her.
Stealing a few, sweet kisses off her lower lips, he bid her womanhood a fond farewell from his face and slowly stood in place. He came forward and kissed Veronica with his warm, love stained cheeks, decorated with sticky little jewels of her body's expression to him. They danced a little, aimless, wandering dance, for a moment: breathing heavily, almost kissing...but not, and simply heaving back and forth, expecting...something, but neither of them quite knowing what that was. Then, plunging head long into the silent chaos of indecision, Timmy spoke, "...I want to put myself inside you."
Veronica was a little too worn and a little too traveled to feel girlish and scared, or even remotely shocked, about things now. In fact, she wanted to know it too, just how it felt to have him deep inside of her, connected to her body. And, "...Yes." was all she said, her lips pouting, calling, wanting for him to do it. "Give me, Timmy. Let me feel you inside."
Timmy came forward, weary as she was, slipped his arms around her in a desperate, lazy embrace, and drew her close. Their lips touched and they soon engaged in a hasty yet deeply passionate kiss. Timmy took hold of his stiff little meaty sword and aligned it onto Veronica's body, pressing it into her, until it found its target, stroking harshly across Veronica's sensitive clitoris.
"Mmmph!" Veronica groaned suddenly into Timmy's mouth, the shock of hard pleasure causing her to do so, and Timmy jolted into a bit more delicate movements, to spare her any future spikes of...unready pleasure.
Veronica raised a leg to wrap it around Timmy's body so he could get closer, as the head of his cock kissed upon her warm, slippery lips. He found the entrance to her hot, little pleasure hole and began to press...press...press inside. "...MMMMPH!" Veronica moaned as she felt his hard, hungry, stiffened shaft begin to slide up into her.
"Mmmmmhhh..." Timmy groaned and they began matching their harsh, excited breaths, blasting quickly and sharply across each other's faces.
"MMMMOHMMMMM...!" Veronica whimpered slightly as she could feel Timmy's manly cock stroke deeper and deeper into her body, her hot, slippery flesh erupting with waves of fiery pleasure. The muscles of her burning love canal began fitting and tightening around his member, embracing and swallowing him as he slid deeper and deeper inside.
"Mmmmph!" Timmy groaned.
"Ohmmmmmhhh..." Veronica gasped, as Timmy's body met with hers. He was deep inside her, all the way, and his cock felt absolutely at home, stuck, trapped inside her body...and didn't want to leave. "Mmmmmohh, Timmeehh..." Veronica moaned as they broke their kiss with a hard, clicking smack, her hazy, bedroom eyes speaking her love for him. "My gahhhd...it's so hard...so deep inside me." she said, loving its unyielding stiffness inside her body, and her womanhood's flesh all but pulsed its tight, engulfing love for him.
"Ohhh, yeah, Veronicahh." Timmy said with closed eyes, his face signed with absolute pleasure. At first, he simply kept it there, stiff, hard, and still, within the tight, loving embrace of her body's passionately swallowing flesh, as he simply drifted in the pleasure her pussy was giving him. But he couldn't keep still for long. "Yeahhhhh..." he moaned, as he gently began pumping and rocking inside of her, "I love how it feels to be inside you." His hands sipped down to the small of her back as he held her closer, tightly, starting to give her body love with his hard, insatiable cock. "Yesssss, Veronicahh...it loves you so much..." he huffed nonsense, as he began giving her hard, passionate, yet tiny thrusts, pumping himself into her body and making the hottest, sweetest little sloshing clicks, fucking her gently.
"Ahhh-hah...ohhh, Timmeeeehhh...it feels so gooohhhd...." Veronica oozed with her voice as his hard little meat stick stroked and massaged her body from the inside. Every stroke began getting harder, deeper, and more excited as he fucked passionately into her, and they panted, harder and harder, as the pace quickened. "Ohhh...ohhh..." Veronica moaned constantly, as Timmy began pounding and slapping himself into her body, sending tremors into her flesh as he shoved home. His passion was such that he lifted her up off the ground, both of her legs now wide open and immediately wrapping around him, as he pressed her body up against the wall for support.
"Ohhhhgahhhhhd, yesss, Veronica! Ohhh, I looove your pusseeeeeh!" Timmy groaned as he slammed into her, his cock sloshing and slipping deep and hard into her hot, dripping, excited flesh.
"Timmeeeh...! Timmeeeh...! Oh gahhhdeh!" Veronica moaned, barely able to say anything, as he pounded her pussy, fucking hard and fast into her, with hard, thrusting passion.
Trixie was listening to the whole thing. She had somehow broken down her posture to sit upon the ground, out of sight and around the corner, leaning, pressing, and almost climbing against the wall, as she chirped and moaned her pleasure into the air, trying her damndest not to be heard. Her legs were spread wide open, exposing the gorgeous view of her sweet, tight, smooth lower body, as she banged, and mixed her fingers into her hot, insatiable cunt. "...ooh, timmeeh...timmeehh...yes, yes, yes!" she whispered her pleasure to her imaginary boy toy, listening to all the hot, squishing and sloshing that was going on, just around the corner, as Timmy took Veronica, banging her up against the wall, hard, fast, and passionate. She swirled and stirred up her little love cauldron, imagining that Timmy was right there, giving it to her hard and fast, and driving her up the wall with his little love rocket. "Ohh, Timmy. Oh, you're making me cum! You're making me cum!" Trixie moaned in a whisper, and continued to imagine he was pumping himself into her body, ready to spill her geyser of hot, liquid love out all over him, all without realizing just how synchronized with him she really was...
"H--hhh...hah...hah...hahh...oh, Timmy...you're gonna...make me..." Veronica panted as Timmy fucked fast, vibrating into her body and keeping himself inside of her as he ravenously pounded away.
"Oughhhh...meehh...tooh..." Timmy moaned, slipping himself into Veronica's hot, juicy flesh, again and again and again. He loved fucking her so much that he felt as if he was pressing his body into hers, joining her flesh to his, as he stroked and slid away, not wanting to leave her body, by inch or second. "Ohhh, I love your pussy, Veronicahh!" Timmy moaned, "Can't you feel how it loves you, sooo muchhh...?"
"Ooooohhh, yesss, Timmeeh! My pussy loves you toooh!!!" Veronica moaned back, nearly squealing as he pounded and pounded away at her hot, thankful pussy. He went on, hard and fast, his hard love needle plunging into her body again and again, until Veronica gasped, drawing in a hard, deep breath, and she began spilling hot, unyielding love juice all over his pounding member...causing him to groan and bury himself deep, deep inside of her, to begin throbbing and spurting hot, burning rockets of cum, filling up her inner chambers and making his love spill around his steely shaft.
Of no volition of her own, Trixie shook loose all the juice she had pent up inside of her and she as well began washing and spilling out a hot stream of pressured love out of her burning pussy...finally...finally feeling somewhat closer to Timmy...despite the fact that it was all taking place in her head.
Thankfully, they were all moaning and screaming together.
As far as these two odd spots of insane, burning love were concerned, at least Veronica and Timmy didn't know Trixie was there...or at least Veronica didn't know.

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The sound of heavy panting filled the air.
Veronica 'sat' against Timmy's body at an angle, with the school as her backrest. She felt she was laid to waste, ravaged, open and done, as she was suspended upon Timmy in some strange, sexy circus act of balancing.
Timmy felt the same, somewhat. All energy spent and knees nearly buckling from keeping the lady on his body, but, he absolutely loved the feel of her soft, warm tushy and smoldering lady bits pressing up against him. Indeed, despite the fact that he was wasted, he didn't want to move, not one inch, from this spot.
Veronica shifted her gaze from off and to her side and dragged it forward to stare at Timmy, the man who had just...how could she put it...took her for the wildest ride of her young life? She thought, as she waited for him to come around, that nothing in her life would ever be the same again.
Timmy felt the golden girl stir, as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked upward, as monumental a task as that was right now, and caught eyes with her.
Veronica stared deep into Timmy's vibrant eyes, as if she was staring into the depths of a troubled sea. Timmy did the same, a weary, joyous smile crossing his lips, as he drank in the deep, blue depths of hers. Veronica giggled in disbelief of all that had just happened. Timmy did the same, and the moment prompted him to squish in and give her rather supple body a nice, tight embrace and a soft, warm kiss.
"...I don't really wanna..." Timmy began.
"...'Leave'...'me'...?" Veronica spoke ironically.
They both laughed.
"Yeah. It still feels too good to...leave you." Timmy commented, stirring his member inside of her, which managed to stay decently hard, all this time. He playfully, lightly slid himself in and out of her in tiny, gentle strokes. "I still...really wanna..." he said, despite the fact that he was really, really tired.
"Aghh...I know, but, heh...we've got to get outta here, right?" Veronica replied. "It's been way too risky, as it is."
Reality slowly began trickling in. Indeed, it was a miracle that they hadn't been caught already. "Yeah...you're right." Timmy replied.
Reluctantly, Timmy let Veronica uncoil her legs from Timmy's body as he let her down. Even more reluctantly...he popped himself out of her body. A nice, warm, thick trickle of creamy spunk came oozing out Veronica's lips. Veronica could definitely feel it. She closed up her panties and hoped it stopped the flow, even squeezing her legs back together. "Eep!" she said, in reply.
"Wah? What's wrong?" Timmy asked quickly.
"Eheh...you...really filled me up."

Trixie was pulling herself out of a daze, pink clouds retreating from her peripheral vision and stars buzzing about within her sight. Her head, her whole body seemed to vibrate with a low-level, residual pleasure. She felt as if she had made love...but then a bit of reality trickled into her world as well...and she felt a bit alone. Coming back to her senses, she remembered that she was here on a bit of a stealth mission and quickly, quietly scuffled to her feet. She tried to keep herself together, as her head was still reeling from her massive orgasm, and listened for Timmy and Veronica around the corner.
"Heheh, I, uh..." Timmy said. "I think I have a...tissue?"
Veronica laughed in reply. "Um...don't worry about it. I think my panties can, like...soak it up?"
...
Her words nearly shattered Trixie's mind. She suddenly knew exactly what she was talking about.
Then, all the raged and jealousy that had somehow been lost, over the past few minutes, came flooding back like a tidal wave. Her fists clenched and shook as her lips pursed together, tighter than a clam.
There was a bit of silence, then Timmy asked, "...Can I walk you home?"
Aside the fact that Trixie figured this was her cue to go, she just needed to leave. She didn't know what she was going to do, if she stayed there like that.

"Sure." Veronica replied with a sweet, happy little giggle.
Timmy and Veronica timidly caught hands then, pulled close, and shared a warm, passionate kiss, with a nice, caressing embrace. They looked deeply into each other's eyes on the afterward, enjoying a simple, silent moment, a warm, lover's afterglow.
They swayed back and forth in each other's arms. "I...love you, Timmy." Veronica said, bashfully.
"...With the white hot intensity of a thousand suns?" Timmy teased, making Veronica giggle.
"Yes." she replied with a sweet, childish grin and a rosy blush.
They kissed again, a delicate smackling little taste from each other's lips. Then, "...I love you too." Timmy replied.
As strange an experiment as this was for him, he found that...he really meant it.


...To be continued...

(...whew...this one was one hell of a ride.)

[67hawk]

Hell of a ride is right! LOVE IT!

[Demon Casket]

1-9-1

Eeeeeeeesh...10 days or so since last post?
Sorry bout that. Uh...here's a short one, just got done, to show y'all where it's coming from...yeah, that kinda rhymed...so what?
lol


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Veronica and Timmy strolled along, drunk on their affection. They held hands and walked forward, staring at each other, navigating the path ahead through the corners of their eyes. They blushed and cheesily smiled, occasionally looking away out of overwhelming yet well invited embarrassment. They simply didn't know what to do with each other, and yet, that was exactly what they wanted.

Nearing the front of the school, however, they began to feel they were out in the open. Timmy knew, as well as Veronica, that their statuses in the meaningless chaos of the schools social hierarchy would not permit this sort of relating, let alone accept their feelings for each other. The popular kids...one of them in particular, would not look well upon Veronica, should they catch her them like this. But, did they have to care? Did they even want to?

...Yes...at least they did for now.

Veronica's eyes shot wide open for a moment and she threw Timmy's hand out of hers, looking ahead of them towards...Trixie, who was waiting alone at the sidewalk, seemingly for a ride. Veronica had a hard look of concern upon her face, as she stared back towards Timmy. Her eyes were wide with fright, garnering all of his attention. She stared a while, then she quickly threw her gaze forward in a twitch, before she looked back at Timmy. He was puzzled at first, then, after drifting his eyes across the lawn to the lone figure waiting at the front of the school, he realigned his posture to one of feigned indifference, even disgust, towards Veronica, as did she towards Timmy.

"Hmmph!" Veronica grunted and turned her head away from Timmy, with folded arms and an upturned nose.

Timmy did the same, turning away with an utterly grumpy scowl upon his face.

The two of them began parting ways, Veronica towards Trixie and Timmy towards home, his feet lifting off the ground as he began to levitate and spare himself the use of his weary, weary legs. Sweetly, however, just as they left each other's peripheral vision, and seeing that Trixie still had her back to them, the pretty, little, lovestruck golden girl stole a smile towards her swiftly departing cutiepie, Timmy. She motioned quickly with a closed hand bearing a protruding thumb and pinkie, imitating a phone. She then silently wiggled her thumb at her ear and her pinkie at her mouth, whispering the words '...call me'. Timmy immediately got speared by Veronica's gesture, responding with a slight lurch in his posture and a goofy, lovestruck gaze of his own, evolving it into a final cheesy grin, before they both gruelingly, wrenchingly, tore apart from each other's unseen bonds, to rejoin their own places in their ridiculous caste system.

Walking...or floating away, Timmy's ears perked up and heard the dangles of Veronica and Trixie's conversation, which started with Trixie saying something to the effect of, "...Got stuck here too?" and trailed off with her saying, "Need a ride?"

As the sun set lazily in the west, Timmy floated on home, thinking that this was such a wonderful world, even singing a few lines from the song of the same name, and that everything was juuuust right...

"...Timeeeeeee!!!" Timmy's dad called angrily from his hover car with a slowly rising tone in his voice, as he whirred up alongside him from the street. "Youuuuu are late, young man...and in BIIIG trouble!"

...Perhaps Timmy spoke too soon about that wonderful world of his.

Timmy grudgingly climbed into the passenger's seat of the hovercar as the chorus of parental indignation began. Mr. Turner was on Timmy for a good long while about making him worry...or more about delaying his night out with mom. When his dad pressed him for a reason as to why he was so late coming home, Timmy angrily blurted out, "I just made love to a beautiful woman who loves me with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns!"

Mr. Turner slammed on the breaks. "...What did you say?!?"

Timmy panicked...thought for a second...then, "...I mean...uh...I just got laid by a hot, blonde cheerleader behind the school, while her hotter, more popular friend jealously fingered herself, listening to us around the corner!"

Timmy's dad raised his finger to make a point...but then Timmy's words slapped him in the face. He sat silent, with a fairly surprised, wide-eyed shock firmly clamped onto his face. Then, after looking upwards in thought for a bit, Timmy's words seemed to finally sink in. A grin and a rather satisfied look crossed Mr. Turner's face. "Atta boy." he said, ruffling Timmy's hair. He soon turned and they were silently on their way home.

Timmy was rather shocked that his 'confession' worked the way it did. Shocked, at first...then...he angrily crossed his arms. His dad accepted the somewhat degraded one-liner of his recent experience, but, he rejected the first...as well as the universe of emotions and feelings that went with it. Timmy wondered, for a second, if his mom would react the opposite way...but then realized that she could be just as dense and clueless, though only a little less so. Still, he wondered just what she'd say.

...

A thought just occurred to Timmy then, mulling over the cheaper line that his father accepted. Trixie was there...she knew what was going on...her jealousy was radiating in waves to the point that Timmy could actually sense it...yet she was perfectly calm and even offered Veronica a ride home. Was this...okay? Timmy started to get a little worried...but then...

"Oh, that's right! We got your favorite babysitter for you to have fun with, while we're out!" his dad interrupted.

Timmy was immediately filled with a combination of shock, fear, and rage. Any thought of what he thought he was thinking was replaced by eye-twitching, post traumatic stress...and current traumatic stress. At this, he could think of only one thing to say:

"...WHAT?!"

...To be continued...
(I think i got a hang of the format thing on here. I'll try using it from now on.)

[67hawk]

DC, take all the time you need. Timmy now has to deal with Vicky.

[Demon Casket]

1-9-2

Eh...a little more before the jump off...


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Timmy's dad recklessly slammed the door open with his foot and shoved Timmy from behind, hastily ushering him into the house, despite the fact that he was fearfully attempting to walk backwards in reply.

"C'mon, honey!" Timmy's dad called, "That lobster isn't gonna eat itself!" He seemed, least be to say...eager, to get back out the door.

"Where have you been, young man?!" Timmy's mom queried, looking down upon him with her hands on her hips.

Timmy was about to answer...yet, strangely, she looked rather striking, standing there in her shimmering evening gown. "...Wow, mom...you look good!" Timmy oozed from his lips...which he promptly slapped shut with his hands, shocked that he would ever make such a comment about his own mother.

Timmy's comment shot through his mom like an arrow through the heart. She winced a bit in shock, then she was really flattered. "Really?" Mrs. Turner said, blushing a bit and even modeling for the boy, but then, her eyes popped wide open again and she quickly snapped back into mom mode, when she realized what she was doing. "Ehem...don't change the subject, young man, and, answer my question!"

...Now seemed the perfect time to see what would happen if he actually summarized his encounter with Veronica, so...

"He just scored with a gorgeous, blonde cheerleader and her popular friend...NOW LET'S GO!" Timmy's dad butted in, with Timmy frozen solid, from when he was about to answer.

"He...what??" Timmy's mom replied with a frightfully confused look upon her face, as dad grabbed onto her wrist and flew her out the door.

Timmy turned and stared in awe at the open doorway, even as a current of wind, caused by the vacuum of his parents' rapid departure, still stirred at his loosely hanging bangs. "Eeesh." was all he could say.

There was a tiny moment of peace between then and now, but, it was swiftly snuffed out by the clear, concise sentence of "Oooh...you're right on time, Vicky!", spoken by Timmy's dear own idiotic dad.

'Ulp!' Timmy's throat spoke, as he swallowed hard.

"Have a good time, Mr. and Mrs. Turner." Vicky's currently nice toned voice spilled through the doorway, like a prelude to a horror movie, "Don't worry. I'll take GOOOOD care of Timmy..."

Timmy's mom and dad spoke a muffled reply, before Timmy heard the whirring motor of his dad's hovercar speak their leaving. Then...

"Ohh, Twerrrp!" Vicky called. She leapt into the house with two large kitchen shears in her hands, laughing maniacally, as a sudden barrage of lightning filled the sky.

"Gaaaahh!!!" Timmy cried as his fright made him topple backward and slam his rump to the floor.

"How 'bout a game of...strip...poker?!?!" Vicky smiled like a psychotic killer clown, a faint essence of flames erupting within her pupils.

"I don't have any caaards!" Timmy screamed at her.

"We don't need cards!" Vicky growled in reply. "It's a game where I strip...and poke you! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAHHH!!!" she screamed again, playfully snipping the large, steel, slab-like blades as she did so.

Timmy was sure his night was about to be filled with its familiar tale of horror and pain...until he noticed the familiar glove adorning his hand...as well as its corresponding...suit. He had somehow forgotten what he was wearing, but, now...he recalled.

He wanted to simply, flat-out slay this bitch of a beast before him, recalling times of terror past...yet...a sudden, sinister string of thoughts flew through his head. No...brutality was not the answer. Besides, revenge, as many well know, is a dish best served cold...or, perhaps...hot.

...To be continued...

That'll be all for a bit, I think...cause it's time to get it on with Vicky, lol