The Fairly Odd Parents - The Wrath of Darth Turner -

[67hawk]

In Timmy's case, to get ON Vicky! Take your time, DC.

[Lerianis]

In Timmy's case, to get ON Vicky! Take your time, DC.

I hope he does the 'Ultimate Insult' by knocking her up as well and recording it so that she cannot say "Well, he forced me into it!"
Would serve her RIGHT for all those years of abuse!

[Demon Casket]

I hope he does the 'Ultimate Insult' by knocking her up as well and recording it so that she cannot say "Well, he forced me into it!"
Would serve her RIGHT for all those years of abuse!

Mm...funny you mention that, because, sparring out some thoughts last night, I did consider some dialogue such as, "I'm gonna put a nice, big baby inside of you..."
Kinky, lol.
Buuut...weeeell...although that odd thought of plumping her up by putting a bun in her oven did cross my mind, lol, I don't think I'mma take it that far, at least in time, heheh.

...I am gonna make her wish it was fuckin Halloween though, just to REMOTELY explain the things I'm gonna do to her, lol.

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What the hell does that mean?
Eh, I'mma work as fast as I can to get it to y'all, but, ya kno. I'll speed it along, but, I don't like 'rushing', rushing, especially skimping on conveyance or quality, so, it come when it come, heheh.
Uh, don't worry though. I'm not gonna kill her or anything like that, lol. Besides, having her alive and kicking is MUCH more useful, hahahaha!

Frankly, it's getting kinda hard to write it because it's got me that tingly and excited, heheh.
Pray for my success!

[Demon Casket]

Eh, actually, disregard that 'Halloween' comment. I think I changed the rollout of events so I could improve pacing and piecing.
...carry on...lol.

[67hawk]

DC, the way Timmy is going he might put a lot of buns in a lot of ovens and wind up in debt due child support up to his eyeballs. I looked over the original one you did years ago. Good stuff. Like I said, take your time.

[Demon Casket]

Bah, this is cartoon cum! It has no such value beyond that of an ice cream topping!
...well, unless I say otherwise, that is, hahaha.

Will do. Promise of quality and such...well, quality as much as can be said about some guy horny for FOP gals that likes to spit it out on paper while it's hot, lol. Beyond that 'standard', I give no promises, hahahah.

Anyways, I just wanted to share something stupid I've been trouncing around with, on a whim.
What's gonna come of it? Well, don't go all hopes up and saying I'mma make a comic or nothin' cause, I swear I've never come close to producing something of volume like that. Um, well at least not yet, heh.
Anyways, just wanted to share this little goof. Hope you like it. Maybe more to come...

Oh, yeah, and I did make him a little taller, because, I need him proportionate to take on the women sized gals he's gonna be stuffing, like Miss Sunshine...who happens to be just about as tall as Princess Mandie, if you can believe it. Or, at least Miss Doombringer is pretty darn tall...and pretty hot, for that matter, lol.

[Demon Casket]

1-9-3

Arighty, so, I don't wan't ya'll to wait forever for any something, so, I'mma let this scrap go.
Setting up. Hope to get back to it soon...if my allergies let up! lol


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Vicky perched down a bit, her body cocked and coiled like a spring. She was obviously about to pounce onto Timmy, like a cheetah upon her prey, yet, Timmy only smiled smugly. Every bit of terror that was oozing out of his pores, only moments ago, was completely gone, traceless, and, what replaced it was sheer and utter satisfaction.

Vicky made her move, leaping forward and growling like a fierce, Bengal tiger, sheers snipping open like the claws of a great, crimson lobster...and then she was caught, frozen in mid air, her body suddenly engulfed with a cloud of dark aura. There was a look of shock that washed across her eyes when she noticed that she was no longer moving, then, confusion. She could make no ends of what was going on...until her vision came across the boy's face before her. He was smiling...smugly...satisfied. 'What...how?' she thought to herself, then, she saw the chunky, eerie power suit he was wearing and began recalling a few incidents in the past when she somehow ended up with some bruises to the face and a mouth full of toilet water, but no idea how they got there...despite the fact that some of her bruises had the distinct imprint of a frying pan logo on them.

"...Oh poop." she simply said in reaction.

Timmy eeeeeasily floated her down towards him, Timmy smiling and smiling, until they were face to face. Their noses were mere inches from touching and their eyes nearly had no choice but to stare into each other's. Vicky's stomach twitched when Timmy brought a hand up and open, glowing, with its heel and palm pointing towards the ceiling. Then, as it was flicked forward in a slight throwing motion, Vicky heard the door slam behind her. Her eye twitched, as she realized that her fate was sealed.

"Sooooo, Vicky..." Timmy teased cruelly, as he began to slowly pace around his captive. "...What was it you said we were gonna play? Hmm...oh yeahhhh...strip...poker."

Vicky's eyes shot wide open and Timmy enjoyed seeing her bare belly suddenly sink, sucking in a hard breath. "Ehehh...I was kidiiiing! C'mon, Timmy! You don't think that I...heh..." Vicky stammered. She kept mouthing off, her eyes wandering, attempting to find him, as he wandered around her in a long, slow oval.

Timmy took control of Vicky's hands and made her slowly snip the shears in her hands, the smooth sound of tiny, metal edges ripping across each other playfully made themselves known. "Kidding, huh? Then what'r these for?" Timmy interrogated, passing by Vicky's face but looking forward, ignoring her eyes.

"There...uh, for...eh...that's, um..." She panicked and sputtered like a tiny, dying airplane, falling out of the sky. After she came to the understanding that her words were useless, especially when Timmy finally came back into view with an even more satisfied look upon his face, Vicky simply said "...Whadaya want...?", a plainer, defeated tone coursing through her voice. "Money? ...Guns? ...Drugs? ...Porn?"

Timmy was about to answer, but, Vicky's suggestions took a smack at him, giving him a fairly shocked look, riddled with confusion. "...Drugs? Guns?" he croaked, choking on his own words.

"I'm just saying! Suggestions, ya know. I got...connections n' stuff...kinda...or I can find 'em...or try to." Vicky rambled, giving off the impression that they were just wildly flung mentions of things she more or less didn't have.

"Oh." Timmy replied plainly, with an understanding as such. Then, the smug look quickly replenished itself upon his face. He teasingly tickled under Vicky's chin. "...What if what I want is right in front of me?"

Vicky couldn't readily fathom the depth of Timmy's words, though she could take a decent guess. "...Uhhh...Whadaya mean by that?" she asked, not sure if he was thinking what she thought he was.

"Well, what do I have right in front of me?"

"...Me?"

"Yeah...you."

Vicky was a little mixed in thought. "Y-you...want...me?" she asked. She wondered if Timmy knew more about women's bodies...and what a man would want to do with one, than she gave him credit for. "Want me...how?"

Timmy smiled a wide, toothy grin. Vicky gasped as she was slowly turned vertical. She landed on her feet, yet, her arms were still stretched above her head, holding the sheers. She was still conscious of what she was doing, but, it was Timmy who was in control of her limbs.

Timmy then hovered slightly upward, until he was at eye level with Vicky. "...Oh, twerrrrp!" he mirrored Vicky's words from just before. "How 'bout a game of strip poker?"

Vicky's eyes went wide with fright. "NOOOOOOO!" she screamed, just as her own hands began manipulating the scissors and wedging themselves within her shirt and her pants.

Timmy fell backward, kicking and howling with laughter, as Vicky's clothes were being cut to ribbons before her eyes...by her own hands.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! I'm sohhrrrraaaaaaaaaaaeeyyyyy!!!" she squealed as tears began gushing from her eyes, the thick, metal shears nearly completing their job.

Soon enough, her familiar green shirt and black pants ended up holding fast to her body by mere threads. Timmy made the shears fly out of Vicky's hands and start flying around him like a pair of jet fighters. At this, Timmy let her go...somewhat. The aura left her body and she was free to move her limbs, just as the threads that held her scraps of clothing gave way.

"Aghhh!!!" Vicky screamed, as the rags fell from her body, revealing a set of black, sports underwear.

Timmy howled and kicked again with laughter, as the scissors flew like a halo above his toppled body.

"TWERRP!!!" Vicky screeched like a banshee, her hot, fiery eyes still leaking with angry tears of humiliation. Her insult was outright desperate, as she stood there clutching at her chest with one hand and desperately hiding her cute, appetizing camel toe with the other.

Timmy was still humoring the situation, but, he did feel a bit insulted that she didn't admit how done she was. Noticing that she looked ready for a workout, Timmy decided just that. He would work her out...thoroughly. He would do her in more to make her feel as done as possible.

"Gosh, you're bitchy." Timmy began. He got up and stepped a cheerful route around Vicky, to the big chair, where the TV remote was resting. He snickered a bit as he witnessed, out the corner of his eye, Vicky showing severe restraint in wanting to reach out and grab the smug, little runt and throttle him.

Timmy started flipping through the channels. "Let's see if we can work some of that bitch out of you..." he said, clicking until he found what he was looking for. "Ahah!" Timmy barked in triumph, as the screen began blaring sound and flashy colors. The tube was filled with lots of women wearing tight fitting aerobic apparel. "Time to get your game on, Vicky!" Timmy proclaimed, hands stretched out in presentation to the flashing screen and voice sounding like a sports announcer.

Vicky's eyes shot a wild, crazy glare at Timmy. "No way!" she said, in a delicious 'are you crazy?' tone.

Timmy's brow raised and his lips smirked with discontent. Then, his mouth slowly reformed into its smugly familiar smile. The scissors that flew in a holding pattern around his head suddenly aimed themselves threateningly towards Vicky and began snipping and hovering in her direction. "...Aaare you suuuuuure?" Timmy challenged. "Say 'no' again...I'm begging you." he ended, a fire raging in his eyes as a few fangs presented themselves in a tiny, raging smile.

As the thick, pointy shears began snipping at a slow, foreboding cadence towards the straps of her clothing, one soon adjusting its trajectory towards her panties as the other kept true towards her bra, she suddenly had a change of heart. "Uhhh...ssssure! A workout sounds greaaaat!!!" she cheerfully, but obviously out of force, sang out in reply.

Timmy's face sunk in cheer, slightly, making Vicky happy. "You sure??" he pushed. "I mean, you didn't really want to, just a second ago..."

"I WANT TO!!!" Vicky screamed, angrily, before she walked over and took her place in front of the TV.

Reasonably, Timmy's smile returned to decorate an air of satisfaction upon his face.

...To be continued...

[67hawk]

Delightful. Timmy's revenge will be something that, I hope, will make Vicky a better and nicer babysitter and Timmy's bitch! Great writing,DC

[Lerianis]

Delightful. Timmy's revenge will be something that, I hope, will make Vicky a better and nicer babysitter and Timmy's bitch! Great writing,DC

Somehow I think this might turn into a case of "Tamed by the dick!" as in numerous other sex stories. Which would not be a bad thing at all to me!

[Demon Casket]

1-9-4

Arrighty. Injection, fellas...or guys 'n gals, cause gals 'r more than welcome in here too, heheh.

Let the good times roll...or at least begin to roll, heh.



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Vicky commenced a regimen of various heart-pumping, adrenaline shooting exercises that made her grunt, groan, and pant, as the minutes drove on. Although Timmy was simply making her do this to wear her down and out, he had to admit that watching her move around like this was, least be to say...entertaining.

"Loookin' goood!" Timmy teased and giggled, as he watched from behind.

"Heh...heh...heh...Shadap! Heh...heh...heh..." Vicky turned her head, mid jog, and shot her mouth out at the boy. "You're just lucky I work out to this channel anyway!"

Timmy giggled quietly in reply. Her antics were amusing. She really didn't know how screwed she was.

Despite the fact that she was still struggling and insulting Timmy, trying to keep him beneath her, Timmy let Vicky off, unpunished. Besides, the night was young and there was much, much more to do, with or to her...and Timmy's interests were certainly piquing. As the play of light and shade caressed the form of Vicky's body, Timmy began to notice some things about her that he didn't have a chance to appreciate before. No, she didn't have the most voluptuous body known to womankind, but, she did have some things where they counted. Her form was thin and sleek, not really pronounced with womanly curves, but, she did have a pair of strong...even terrifying legs, much to the chagrin of her and Timmy's past together. Even her arms gave a slight hint of chiseled musculature, here and there, giving off the essence of some sort of secret, military operative. Her abs were trim, sexy, and smooth, and, when she turned sideways, Timmy noticed that her bra was...holding her in. Had she been hiding the bounty of her breasts this entire time? Timmy's eyes gravitated to her...well...less than spectacular ass, but, what it lacked in heft it made up for in look. Vicky had a fine, flawless pair of buns, with skin that competed with that of a newborn baby. Her hills were tight and trim, tempting him to even go right up to her and nibble on them. He restrained himself for now, however. He was still admiring the view...especially when she spread her legs a bit, while standing, and began to touch her fingertips to the ground. He then had a fairly uninhibited view of the valley between her legs, and he was grateful. Vicky's panties resembled more of a wide, thin thong. The way her panties made a teasing 'V' that barely covered her pussy's lips and even threatened to ride up into the canyon of her smooth, toned ass certainly drew his eye. Timmy was absorbed in thought at how she smelled and tasted down there, wondering how funky she might be, yet, undeniably delicious. As Timmy sucked in a drop of drool that escaped his lips, Vicky finally took notice.

"What the heck are you looking at, you little pig?!" Vicky screeched at him.

Timmy was embarrassed when he realized he was being a little less than a gentleman about all this...then angered. She dared to give him anything but respect...or fear, despite her position. He wanted to do something to her, right then and there...then...he simply crossed his arms and looked away, acting more embarrassed than angry. Vicky liked that, as her smile soon showed. Timmy saw this from the corner of his eye...which was actually what he wanted. She remained confident in that she was winning this little war of attrition; meaning her guard was down. She still had quite the amount of bitch left in her, playing queen over him, so, Timmy felt that he should work it out of her...or work HER out...thoroughly.

Timmy felt...complicated, though. He didn't want to reduce her to a begging, crying, sniveling mass that he would, well, rape. Nor did he feel like freezing and bending her mind completely to his will, like he did with Miss Sunshine. Variety was the spice of life, after all, and, just because he didn't want to reduce her to a quivering pile of desperate, teary-eyed flesh, that didn't mean he didn't want to torture her.

So, as Vicky began a jogging sequence, Timmy began wondering about the extent of his telekinetic power. Sure, he could levitate things from afar, as if he was holding them in person, but, did this power extend to touch? Now seemed a perfect time to find out.

Vicky felt rather peppy. She was reaching the finish of her jog and still had plenty of energy left. It seemed she had survived Timmy's plans to run her down. As the instructor said her congratulations and farewells, Vicky smugly looked behind her towards Timmy, who was still angrily looking away, supposedly. "...And there's plenty more where that came from, twerp." she teased as she huffed away, catching her breath.

"...Hmph!" Timmy scoffed at her, arms crossed and a lopsided frown crossing his lips. Yet, hidden behind this artful mask of contempt, he was boiling with utter enthusiasm. She was right where he wanted her. '...Good...' he thought to himself. '...you'll need it.'

The next program was starting, which Vicky was more than happy to join, and, she showed it by snickering at Timmy once more, over her shoulder, and perching her hands upon her hips in anticipation. It was a nice, easing, yoga program, and Vicky would love nothing more than a good stretch, right now. She was so focused upon the screen and so convinced that she was beating the boy that she didn't notice the subtle, separate little tingles that were slowly fizzing up like soda bubbles through her body. A fairly dismissible glow had placed itself around her breasts and was giving them the faint impression of being held, cupped, and gently fondled. With all the adrenaline that was still flowing through her body, she could scarcely notice it. Nor could she notice the tiny, playful prodding that was happening on point, inside the gently warming walls of her pussy...but the effects were slowly settling in. What effects, one would wonder? Well, not outright, but, she was starting to feel...just a little...more and more...sexy.

Coming off of something called a 'mountain pose', which, to the uninitiated, seemed like Vicky was just standing with her arms slightly flared out to her sides, she exhaled and began bending deeply forward into something called a 'standing forward bend'. To what Timmy could gather, it looked like Vicky was stretching down to touch her toes. Her upper body dove forward in a bend...her ass and legs did not. Timmy could plainly see her warm, puffy pussy lips trace out its shape with a slight, sweaty gloss, upon her dark, stretchy panties. He lost a little control then. He amped up the pressure just a bit, remotely squeezing Vicky's breasts a little more actively and stroking around the inner chambers of her tingly pussy with just a drop more excitement. Of course, it didn't help his self control when he saw some dim, overhead lamp lighting shine off of her thin yet toned buttocks, making her rear look like a honey-glazed fortune cookie.

Vicky's stretches progressed into something called a 'wide legged forward bend'. Her upper body remained steadily stretched down and slightly forward, supported by her hands touching the ground, while she began spreading her legs, shifting her feet equally farther and farther apart from each other until she achieved a decent stretch...and looked like a drawing compass. Timmy was breathless now. Her pussy seemed served up on an upside-down platter and looked like another, delicious fortune cookie, hiding under the larger cookie of her ass. Vicky took notice of Timmy's fairly heated, nervous look and smirked, joyfully. This time, she didn't begrudge him the view, as his...condition was rather flattering. That...and the fact that she was subtly getting hotter and hornier. Her body was getting the faint impression of someone exploring her sweet, hot, lady bits, yet, she was so distracted by the stretches and the fact that Timmy was trying really, really hard not to outright stare in Vicky's direction, that she didn't have well enough suspicion that she was getting telekinetically cooked.

As the next pose was directed - something called an 'upward salute' - Vicky decided to both tease the boy...and yet give him a cookie for his 'good behavior'. "Hey." she called out to him, knocking him out of his nervous, lustful trance, "Help pull me up, Twerp. Your stupid aerobics idea tired me out."

Unfortunately...or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, her words shot a shard of guilt into his heart. He was quick to comply.

...On the way, however, he did begin to remember how much he outright hated her. His slight annoyance showed in the look on his face...which Vicky, again, loved.

Vicky scooted her feet back together and then ordered Timmy, "Hug my tummy and pull me up, you little perv."

Timmy ground his teeth together at the command, yet, as he came closer, his nostrils were quickly invaded by the heavy, sweet, musky fragrance of something intoxicating. His eyes shot wide open as he breached the cloud of hot, wet atmosphere surrounding Vicky. This, as far as he gathered, was the scent of this woman's fresh, unadulterated sweat...and it was good. Timmy's senses all but raged with the strange scent of roses and a hint of lavender. It was rather rewarding...especially after Timmy's gloves stroked across Vicky's naked belly and he practically buried his face into her right love handle, so he could wrap his arms around her body and help wrench her up.

"Mmmm..." Timmy moaned into Vicky's body as she came upright.

Vicky was half disgusted...half curious as to what that sound was for. "What the heck, Twerp...You can let go now." Vicky commented more than warmed. For some reason, she felt a little welcoming at having him cling to her naked belly like that.

"...Are you wearing some kinda...perfume, Vicky?" Timmy mindlessly asked, his cheek still buried into her side as he enjoyed himself, sniffing away cutely at her body.

Timmy's comment made Vicky's lips smirk and pucker in surprise, along with a brightly stricken set of eyes. "......No." was all she said.

Underhanded, true...yet...she did feel that it was quite the compliment.

Vicky smiled, somewhat conniving. "...Hold me up, squirt." she then commanded, somewhat retracting her previous want for him to let her go. She rather enjoyed the odd...tingly worship of his touch, and his embrace, as she continued her stretches. With the larger distraction of Timmy worshiping her body, she still didn't notice the slightly strengthened essence of ghostly hands playing at her heaving breasts, nor the playful 'spirit fingers' beginning to thoroughly stimulate her moistening womanhood.

Vicky kept her hands stretched high above her, her hands palmed together, leaving her body in an essence of outright vulnerability. She yet felt comforted...appreciated...pleasured, her breasts receiving a nice, cupped, wandering fondle by unseen forces, while her pussy was taking a nice, internal massage. With Timmy topping the glorious, subtle taking of her body, by petting her side gently with his cheek and his hands and arms in a slightly appreciative stroke and slither across her belly, Vicky's mind began wandering into an area of burning, lustful hunger. "...Ohhhh..." she moaned, not caring about how it was received by the boy. In fact, as he enjoyed the cute, interactive push of her diaphragm, as it activated her breathing from her belly, Vicky began damning the game she thought she was playing with the boy and hoping it was turning him on...because her body was getting hungry and was nearing a dire need of feeding. The next pose came, which, on sight, she knew would challenge her balance...and grant her opportunities to coax Timmy on. It was called a 'chair pose'.

"Hold up higher on me, Twerp." Vicky commanded, her voice somewhat distant and moaning. She began bending her legs and sticking her rump out behind her, while she kept her head in a center point of gravity, straightly above her feet. As her body crouched down slightly, her large, womanly mounds slipped easily into Timmy's arms, their hard nipples teasing into his sleeves as they stroked into position. "...Hhhhough..." Vicky moaned. The thin shielding of her sports bra amplified the touch more than weakened it.

As for Timmy, he was having a grand time, mooshing his face into the side of her breast as he hugged across their range, stroking his arms into them with warm, subtle movements from his embrace. He was beginning to lose his objective of subtlety and now began enthusiastically playing with her body, swiftly turning her on. He energized his power upon her breasts, not so secretively now, causing streaks of heat to shoot through her stiffening mountains, and outright began twisting his massage into her hot, sweaty cunt.

"Hhhhhhahhh...oughhh...youhh..." Vicky moaned, holding on to the few shreds of mental clarity she had left, as they swiftly dissolved into her hazy, engulfing sea of pleasure. She tried to ask if Timmy had something to do with all this, yet, the tail end of that care flittered away from her fingertips, as she was swallowed by the fiery jaws of building passion. The next pose was instructed...'camel pose'. "Oughhh..." Vicky moaned, complying to it more out of the weakening state of her body, more than the duty to continue. She slowly dropped forward to her knees and began leaning backward. Timmy was released and somewhat spurned of his embrace upon her, as the nature of the stretch somewhat squeezed him from his place. Her hands dropped to a hang as she arched her back. As her hands clasped onto her ankles and her head stretched back, partly because of the stretch...and partly because it was an expression of sheer ecstasy, her chest pointed skyward, serving up the vision of her full, heaving, womanly mounds...with a good amount of it 'spilling' out from the edges of her sports bra. It was outright torture to the boy's eyes. The dark, horrid cloth was indeed hiding and holding them back...and Timmy had to see them out of their prison...immediately.

...To be continued...

[67hawk]

Thanks for the update

[67hawk]

Injection? Delightfully slow OD. Great stuff, DC

[Demon Casket]

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"Nnnnn...nnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh..." Vicky moaned as she felt her hot, tender pussy get fingered through. She felt as if her warm, juicy walls were getting stroked and rubbed by a middle and index finger, tiptoeing and walking through her womanhood and giving her constant, burning pleasure. "A...ahhh!" she groaned loudly, as she felt her body give a bit of a climax. Her juicy pussy began yielding a nice, warm stream of love juice, straight into the tiny fibers of her sports panties, which obviously did nothing to soak up the liquid bounty. "Hhhhoh...ohmighhaaaaad..." she moaned as she came, helplessly.

Meanwhile, as Vicky kept her backward arching stretch and moaned sweetly and beautifully into the air, Timmy had broken. Listening to her sing her pleasure like that had practically fried any powers of restraint he had, and, he wanted to give it to her, making her moan directly. He threw off his gloves and dragged up the right side of her bra, just above her breast, making one of her large, lovely, bountiful melons come bounding out with enough lash and bounce to make a rabbit jealous. Timmy's eyes shot wide open as he drew a cold, hard breath. Continuing to drag up the rest of Vicky's sports bra, the second lovely lady upon her chest came jumping out. Timmy's cock went rock hard. Vicky's motherly mountain range was indeed large, restrained harshly by the cover of her tight sports bra. They sat like a pair of gorgeous, shiny eggs, sunny-side up, and they were absolutely beautiful.

"Hehh...hey!" Vicky screamed, finally coming to her senses, yet, still stuck in her rather compromising position.

Timmy was encapsulated by tunnel vision...as well as hearing. He didn't hear her at all and wanted nothing but to take each of these delicious, cherry topped, flesh sundaes and swallow them whole. He gravitated towards her lovely breasts and began taking hold of each luscious orb...well, took hold as much he could of each, and began squeezing and caressing them. His mad, hungry mouth came down upon her dark, ruby nipples and began sucking upon them, one at a time. They were tall, tight, and tasty things, large enough to be given their share of tiny blowjobs, and he thirstily spent lots of time on each, not wanting either to remain alone. His lips suckled and twisted over one. His hot, juicy tongue ravenously tasted and stroked all around her stiff yet tender, tasty, flesh, before he sucked his kiss off of this one and moved to swallow the other one.

"Y...yuhhh...youhhh!...hhhoughhh...what'er youhhhhh!......ohhhhhh..." Vicky spoke angrily, protesting at first, but, as she felt the hot, pleasing suckling and licking the boy was giving her, soothing all over her thankful, bountiful breasts...she began melting for the boy. "Ahhh, my titties...Timeeeehhh..." she moaned, huffing her hot, easing compliments to the boy. "Hohhhhhh...ohhh, yeahh...ssssuck those things, you fucking twerp." He did as they both so pleased. He licked swaths of hot, sticky saliva, licking and sucking his way between her delicious peaks, enjoying even the salty, sweet, nasty, yet arousing flavor of her tender, sweat soaked skin.

Vicky moaned constantly as the next pose was called out: 'Reclining Hero pose', all the while Timmy ravaged the flesh of her womanly mountain range, like a wild, savage beast. She began complying with the form of the pose, more out of need than of duty, since this one was far more relaxed than her current position...despite the fact that it did serve her lovely tits up for Timmy's taking, which only suited him just fine. It had to end sometime, but, it wasn't as such that the action would be hindered at all. Her legs stayed put while she began easing her upper body's weight off of her ankles and onto her palms, as she placed them onto the floor. She began slowly walking her body down and back, reclining into a more restful position, ending up weighing her upper body now on her elbows and forearms...moaning all the way down, as Timmy continued thirstily sucking and swallowing her breasts, chasing them slowly as her torso was lowered stably onto the floor.

"Hhohhh!" Vicky moaned as the sparks within her body escalated to an unbearable degree. "Nnnnhhh...be good to my titties, Timmy. Ohhhhhh...you're soo good, for a twerp..." she moaned her hot, vicious praises to him, which complimented him just the same...perhaps even more, with her nasty language, as it prodded him into even hungrier heights. Timmy began concentrating his attention sucking and licking on her right womanly mound, while his left hand owned and caressed around its twin on the other side and his thumb and forefinger began swiftly teasing, pinching, and flicking over her nipple there. She felt as if she was going crazy, the constant shocking pleasure shooting through her breasts and all through her torso, as he flicked and sucked all over her tender nipples, swiftly moving with wet, slippery tongue or merciless forefinger. Meanwhile, his right hand began slipping across her tight, lovely, and sculpted belly, and down over the hot, juicy, yet gently protected flower of sensitive flesh, hiding in the burning valley of her thighs. His middle and forefinger hungrily began stroking firm and deep, rubbing into the cloth and mashing into the burning lips of her thankful womanhood. He stroked her hard and constant, completing a pleasure circuit across her body...and gods did she feel it.

"Hhhhohhh, my pusseee, Timmeee...ohhh...you're touching it soooo goood!" she moaned, feeling as if she had been submerged into a tub full of pleasure lava. "H-hhahhh...yeh....ohhh, youhh fuck!" she cursed gloriously at him, praising him with sharp, dirty words, as he took her body, top and bottom. He nastily sucked and tongued over her left breast...grabbed and flicked wildly over her right, while down upon her passionate pit of pleasure, he slowly rubbed, deep and hard, into her juicy womanhood. She shuddered...she gasped...she screamed, "Ohhghhaaaaaaadddehhh!!!" while he ate and fingered her body, taking ownership of this sweet, hot, table of tasty flesh, and then her pussy began gushing a hot, burning river of triumph for the boy, shooting and oozing through the thin cloth of her panties and spilling all over Timmy's hungry hand. He soon pressed his palm straight onto the burning pit of her juicy pussy and began vibrating it in a quick circular motion, giving her a mad, finishing massage, as she emptied her reservoir all over his very, very capable hand. He shook...shook...shook, vibrating all of it loose, making her feel as if her ghost was being stolen through her pussy and spilling through Timmy's fingers. As the last drops of her lovely shimmering pussy juice soaked and shined through the fibers of her panties, she began to see stars. This was her cue to begin widening her perch over her elbows and forearms and simply slump down onto the floor. "...Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." she sighed, a gentle smile crossing her lips. She had NEVER been done like that before.

Timmy let up a bit, giving Vicky a chance to rest, while she panted like a race horse and tried desperately to drag her breath back into her body. Still, he continued, slowly, lovingly, and adoringly suckling, licking, and fondling all over her tasty breasts, while his hand gently cupped and held over her wet, burning pussy. Her body was absolutely adorable, shimmering like an oasis, in the dim overhead light of some miscellaneous overhead lamp, built into the ceiling. The cadence of her body, quickly yet gently rising and falling, as she took her swift, adrenalized breaths, even gave her torso an innocence, baby-like in nature, and it only made Timmy want to worship her more. Vicky felt the boy grab and massage at the delta between her legs, lovingly massaging with his palm and playing in rolling waves with his fingers. Vicky raised a brow, staring at Timmy with hazy eyes, as he lovingly feasted upon her nipples. "...You wanna eat my cookie, twerp?"

Timmy looked up at her, intrigued, no doubt. "Yeah? What flavor is it?"

"...Bitch flavored, of course..." Vicky teased, her hot, delicious, raspy, voice teased with the slow intensity of a jaguar's growl. "...With a little bit of slut too, if you wanna find out."

Timmy retrieved his right hand, slippery stained with the fresh juices of her hungry pussy. He teasingly dragged his tongue from the heel of his palm to the top of his fingers. "Mmmm..." Timmy replied. "...My favorite."

Vicky's smile was hot, sweet, and smirking, as her fiery eyes narrowed and drank in the sights before her.

Timmy crawled around and slipped up between her hot, steamy thighs, taking a teasing, delicate hold of her tight little ass, one bun in each hand, so he could pull her lower body closer to his face. As they kept hot eye contact with each other, smiling all while he sojourned and positioned himself to take her womanhood into his mouth, he was grateful...that stamina...Vicky's hot, hard, bitchy stamina, was the last thing he had to worry about.

...To be continued...

[67hawk]

Interesting! Who is in control ? It is a battle of lusts. DC, great stuff.

[67hawk]

I love Vicky's description of the taste of her cookie. Truly a heady and hearty mixture, one Timmy loves