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Timmy's Best Wish	By : Lennox Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 8842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Timmy's Best Wish
- 1
Tootie was her own worst enemy. She had allowed every aspect of her life to somehow revolve around Timmy Turner. When she did her homework, she'd wonder what Timmy was studying. When she sat down for dinner with her family, she'd wonder what Timmy was eating. When she lay down at night in her bed, she'd wonder what Timmy was dreaming out. Her whole room had been decorated with photos, statues, and home-made toys of the boy. Even the wooden headboard of her bed had been carved in his likeness. And yet despite Tootie’s obsessive feelings toward Timmy, the boy refused to return them.
Tootie had only recently discovered the pleasures her hairbrush handle when applied between her legs. With her room as a shrine, Tootie’s thoughts were easily filled with Timmy as she experienced her first-ever orgasm. Her gaze would jump among the photos and posters on her wall and she would make eye contact with the smiling Timmy as she reached her climax. But the more she got herself off, the more often she'd want to do it. She began locking herself in her room to surrender her body to her hairbrush. It began as something she would do before she’d go to bed. But then it quickly escalated to doing it immediately after school, and then before school when she woke up. Her fascination fueled her fantasy of doing this Timmy. She studied online of how a boy would please himself, and the mere idea of Timmy's cock was enough to help Tootie reach her climax every single time. But on this particular morning, Tootie was interrupted by her older sister, Vicky. She didn’t know if it was intentional or just bad timing. Either way, Tootie went to school feeling her need burning between her legs.
Tootie bounced her leg up and down under her desk. The feeling had faded long ago, yet her body had clung to the need for her climax. She kept glancing at her bag by her seat. She had packed her hairbrush in the hope that she would be able to sneak away during recess. But each minute had become an agonizing wait for the young girl. The mere half an hour she had spent in class felt like half the day. Unable to hold it any more, she excused herself to the bathroom.
Tootie knelt on the tiled floor to peer under the cubicles. She wanted to make sure she was alone before she did anything. She took the last cubicle, locked the door behind her, and shut the toilet lid. She pulled a small plastic pouch from her bag that she had filled with photos of Timmy. She had pulled them from her wall before leaving for school and was now hastily sticking them to the back of the cubicle door.
“Now I can get started.” Tootie retrieved her hairbrush from her bag and sat on the closed lid, lifting her plaid skirt around her waist. She had precious little time. If she was gone for too long, she risked someone being sent to check on her. She couldn't afford to take her time, not today. Tootie almost yanked her panties aside and pressed the handle of her hairbrush against her slit. The smooth plastic handle parted her pussy lips ever so slightly and brought back the feeling she had lost earlier. She lifted and held the hem of her skirt between her teeth before moving her other hand towards her crotch. Her fingers stopped just above the hairbrush handle and she started to rub the soft, small bump at the top of her slit.
There were a dozen smiling photos of Timmy looking down at her. She looked at every single one as she rubbed herself. Her fingers were almost a blur in a circular motion over her clit, while the hairbrush was pressed, rubbed, and rotated between her lips. Using the handle made her feel great under Timmy’s smile. Tootle was so wrapped up in her pleasure that she didn’t realize her soft moans were starting to echo around the bathroom. She didn’t hear the bathroom door swing open, and she didn’t hear the sound of footsteps making their way across the floor.
“Timmy…” Tootie moaned. She was so close, so close to that wonderful feeling. The footsteps paused for a moment before making their way towards the final stall. Tootie didn’t see the latch on the door being twisted from the other side. She was focused on the photos. She just needed a few more seconds…
The door swung open and Trixie stood underneath the frame. Both girls froze, just staring at each other. This was the last thing that they both expected to see. A full second passed before Tootie screamed and quickly covered herself with her skirt.
“What are you doing here?” she screamed.
“Me?” Trixie demanded. “I’m here to use the bathroom and I heard you calling for Timmy. What were you doing?”
“I was… I was…” Tootie stammered. Once again she had been interrupted at the worst possible moment. Already she could feel herself slipping away from the edge of her orgasm. Trixie just stood in the doorframe with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. She knew exactly what Tootie had been doing. Tootie sighed and slumped back against the cistern. She cursed herself for not waiting until she got home. She’d been seen now, she’d been caught, and there was nothing to stop Trixie from blabbing her secret to the whole school.
“Please….” Tootie started to beg. Trixie stepped into the cubical and closed the door behind her, unaware of the photos hanging behind her.
“Please… what?” Trixie asked.
“Trixie, please don’t tell anyone about this. I’ll do anything.”
“I know you will,” Trixie grinned. “That’s what makes this so delicious.” There was something about the way Trixie spoke that made Tootie feel incredibly uneasy. Trixie offered her hand to the embarrassed young girl, who just looked at it before lifting her gaze to Trixie’s face.
“Shake?” she asked. Trixie wanted to make this official. Tootie sighed as she got to her feet.
“How long?” Tootie quietly asked. She knew she would regret the answer.
“How long for what?” replied Trixie. She was starting to get a little impatient.
“How long do I have to do everything you say?”
“Oh?” Trixie raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you want to play this? See, you said anything. So I would have gone with just one or two things, but now that you’ve brought time into it…” Trixie let her voice trail off as Tootie slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. That was the second time in as many minutes that she had just screwed herself over.
“Tell you what,” Trixie said. “Until tomorrow night.”
“Just one night?” Tootie didn’t believe her.
“You do what I say until sunset tomorrow. Starting now,” Trixie pointed at the floor. “If not, I’ll go tell everyone what I saw. And we both know who the boys are already going to believe.” Trixie smirked as she flicked her hair back behind her shoulder. But Tootie knew that the simple action was a jab at how much prettier Trixie knew she was.
“Fine,” Tootie bitterly said. She reluctantly accepted Trixie’s handshake and sealed their deal.
“Excellent. You’ll be hearing from me before long,” Trixie smiled. She turned to grab the latch on the door, but she froze when she saw the collage on the back of the door. Tootie suddenly felt like she wanted to die. She buried her face in her hands. She had completely forgotten about the photos. Trixie had never noticed them when she walked int, but as her eyes darted between every single one, a grin crossed her lips. She pulled a pen from Tootie’s bag and grabbed the girl’s arm. She began writing her address on Tootie’s skin
“You’re going to be at my place tonight by midnight. I’ll make sure the gate in the wall is open for you. Just walk upstairs and my room is at the very top.” Trixie let go of Tootie’s arm and opened the door.
“Midnight, Tootie. Not a minute later. Otherwise, the whole school is gonna know what you do in the bathroom.”
*****
That night, Tootie lay wide awake in her bed. She was far too nervous to even sleep for a few hours. The whole day had seemed to slow down for her. Each hour had felt agonizingly long and drawn out. Tootie couldn’t bring herself to finish after the intrusion in the bathroom. She desperately wanted to, she felt she needed to, but she just couldn’t focus on making herself cum with her impending meeting. Tootie glanced at her clock. It was 11:20 pm. She sighed and swung her legs over the edge of her mattress.
“Let’s just get this night over and done with,” she muttered. Tootie climbed out of bed and made her way to the garage. There, she pilfered a map of Dimmsdale from her father’s car. She strapped her helmet on her head and walked her bike out the side door. She checked the map under a streetlight to find her way, before cycling off into the night.
The ride over took longer than Tootie thought, and she found herself gazing at up the extravagant house on top of the hill.
“Holy…” Tootie muttered. She never even imagined that Trixie would live in such luxury. She knew the Tang family was well off, but Tootie never expected this! She walked her bike into the garden and made her way up to the door. She checked her watch; 11:56 pm. Trixie said midnight on the dot, she didn’t want to give her an excuse to blab her secrets by being a few minutes early.
As the clock struck twelve, Tootie opened the door to the mansion and stepped inside. True to Trixie’s word, it was unlocked.
“Hello?” she nervously called out to the seemingly empty house, but there was no response. She gazed up at the grand staircase across from the entrance hall. Right at the top, directly across from the stairs, was a single set of double doors and two photos of Trixie hanging on either side.
“That’s gotta be it,” Tootie muttered to herself as she started to climb. Tootie glanced down the halls when she reached the landing. Where were Trixie’s parents? The house was all lit up, yet there was no sign of her mother and father. Tootie took a deep breath and knocked on the bedroom door.
“Come in,” Trixie called from inside. Tootie turned the knob and stepped into the room. She saw the last thing in the world that she expected. Beside her, on the purple four-poster bed, were Timmy and Trixie. Both naked, Timmy was lying on the bed as Trixie rode him. She was on her hands and knees above him, moving her hips as her pussy slid up and down his erect cock.
“Glad you could make it, Tootie,” Trixie didn’t stop. She didn’t seem to mind fucking with an audience.
"What... what's going on?" Tootie stuttered." Timmy, what are you doing here?" Tootie's hand was seemingly frozen on the doorknob. She didn't want to watch Trixie on top of her crush like this yet she couldn't bring herself to leave. Timmy opened his mouth to try and explain, but Trixie cut him off.
"What's it look like?" she asked. "I'm riding your boyfriend."
"Boyfriend? I'm not her boyfriend," Timmy cried. "I thought I was your boyfriend now."
"Oh, silly me," Trixie laughed. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Timmy's lips. "Is that what I said?" She placed her hands firmly on Timmy's chest to prevent the young boy from trying to get up and push her off. Timmy rolled his head and looked over at Tootie. The girl was almost reduced to tears, yet she still stood there and watched. She had shifted her hand between her legs, perhaps subconsciously, and Timmy could see that her gaze was locked onto him. It finally dawned on Timmy as to why he had really been invited him over. This wasn't because Trixie suddenly liked him; this was all a show for Tootie. There was no other reason for Tootie to be standing in the doorway. He was nothing but a pawn in Trixie's scheme. Timmy decided that this isn't what he wanted; he didn't want any part of the game that Trixie was playing. He never returned the feelings that Tootie gave him, but there was a small part of him that still cared for the girl.
"Look at her," Trixie watched the lone member of their audience gently rubbing herself through her pants. "She's almost crying, yet she can't look away. I bet she's jealous of me." Trixie smirked as she whispered into Timmy's ear. "I know she's jealous of me."
"Trixie, maybe we should... you know, stop? I don't like this anymore." Trixie pushed herself up and her body came to a rest on top of Timmy's. His cock was completely buried inside her.
"Why? You're still hard. You're clearly enjoying this."
"Yeah, but not when it's at Tootie's expense. I just don't think it's fair."
"Oh, poor Timmy," Trixie pretended to pout, frowning and pursing her lips. "Look at her. She's enjoying herself too. Of course, it's fair. Now, how else can we tease her? I'm thinking maybe you finish inside me and she can eat out the mess. Or how about you lick her until she's close and then denying her an orgasm. How does that sound?"
"I don't think it sounds fun at all," Timmy said sternly. He had never held so little respect and admiration for Trixie as he did right now.
"Silly Timmy," Trixie chuckled. She bent down to kiss his forehead. "It'll be fun for me."
Timmy didn't want to hear anymore. Tootie was still watching them from the open door, still rubbing herself through her pants. He hadn't felt this bad towards her since he missed her birthday party. He wasn't going to lend her Cosmo and Wanda again, but he had an idea which just might make things right. He gripped Trixie's wrists in his hands and tried to push her off him. But Trixie's palms didn't budge from his chest. She held the boy firmly underneath her as she rode him.
"Sorry, Timmy, "Trixie smirked. "You're not going anywhere." Her attention was so focused on the boy below her that she didn't see two stuffed animals, one green and one pink, appear at the foot of the bed. Sensing a wish, Timmy's Fairy Godparents appeared by his side.
"No, I want to make this right by Tootie. I wish I could get you off me." Cosmo and Wanda lifted their star-shaped wands into the air. A golden glow emanated from the yellow stars and Timmy was granted the strength that he needed. He was able to pull Trixie's arms from his chest and hold her wrists above his head. Trixie struggled and tried to resist, but the boy's grasp on her was too strong.
"What... how... what are you doing?" Trixie realized how fast she was losing control of the situation. She started to panic.
"I'm making this fair," Timmy grinned. He sat up and pressed his hands on her stomach. With a simple push, Trixie was almost thrown off Timmy's cock and onto her back. Tootie's jaw dropped as she saw her crush's member for the first time. Timmy's sudden and surprising feat of strength was forgotten almost straight away, and the object of her desires and fantasies looked better than she could have imagined. Had she just taken a few steps, she could have it in her grasp, in her mouth, in her... Tootie quivered with her thoughts. Combined with rubbing herself, the sight of Timmy's penis gave her a small and subtle orgasm, while Timmy and Trixie were completely unaware of her pleasure.
Timmy stood over Trixie with his hands on his hips. He wore a confident smile on his face while Trixie, the most popular girl in school, was naked on her bed and lying below him.
"You know, Trixie, you really are pretty..."
"I know," Trixie smirked as she interrupted. She wanted to try any opportunity to get back the upper hand.
"...but you're not very fair." Timmy dropped to his knees between her legs and forced his cock back inside the girl. "So because of that, I think Tootie can join us."
"Huh? What?" Tootie was suddenly brought out of her daze at the sound of her name. She was so fixated on the sight between Timmy's legs that she wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying.
"I said you should join us, Tootie. I think Trixie's teased you enough already." Timmy smiled at her, before turning his attention back towards Trixie. Cosmo and Wanda's spell had given him more than just the physical strength to lift Trixie off of him. Now that he was in control with his newfound confidence, he was fucking Trixie a lot more rigorously than when she was riding him.
"Come on, pretty lady," Timmy said as he slammed himself back inside. "Tell her she can join." With the young boy slamming between her legs and her body being jerked along the covers, Trixie found it very difficult to speak. Instead, she let her arm flop out to her side with her wrist hanging off the edge of her bed. She pointed at Tootie and curled her fingers at the girl, beckoning her to join them.
‘Me?’ Tootie mouthed as she pointed at her chest. Trixie rolled her eyes.
“Duh,” she said. Tootie nervously made her way towards the bed. She had wanted to act on her desires with Timmy for the longest time. But now that Trixie was around, she wasn’t sure if she could actually go through with it.
“Come on, Tootie,” Timmy smiled as he left himself buried inside the other girl. “Lose the skirt and climb on!” The sound of Timmy’s voice seemed to calm her nerves and boost her confidence. She no longer saw Trixie as a rival for Timmy's love, more like someone that she could share it with.... temporarily, she hoped. She removed the clasps on her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Once she stepped out of her panties, she crawled onto the mattress and stood on her knees. Timmy was watching her every move as his hips remained firmly pressed against Trixie.
"Where... where do I go?" Tootie nervously asked. Her newfound confidence wasn't enough to mask her inexperience.
"Tootie, I think you'd look great if you knelt right over there," Timmy grinned as he pointing directly at Trixie's head.
"What?" Tootie and Trixie both asked. Tootie because she was confused, and Trixie because she couldn't believe what Timmy was suggesting. Timmy just smiled at Trixie. He looked straight into her eyes.
"You're pretty." That was all it took for Trixie to change her mind. Her look of shock relaxed to a soft smile of validation. She turned to Trixie and motioned with her head for the girl to join them.
"So... what do I do?" she asked, her voice almost getting lost in her throat.
"Just kneel over my head," Trixie said with a reassuring smile. Tootie nodded and shuffled over towards the other girl. Before her nerves got the better of her, she lifted one leg to turn herself over Trixie's face and planted her knee softly back down on the mattress. As soon as Tootie was in position, Trixie placed her hands firmly on the girl's hips and she lifted her head into her crotch. Tootie shuddered as she felt Trixie's tongue lap over her damp folds. Her hands roamed over her hips and around to her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks as Timmy slowly started to fuck her again. His cock, still erect, was pulled from the warm and wet pussy for a brief second before he plunged it back inside. He had the perfect view of Tootie's small, round hole as Trixie worked her pert rear cheeks.
"Oh... God..." Tootie groaned as she tilted her head back, her gaze meeting the ceiling. Trixie pushed her tongue against her lips, forcing them apart and tasting the young girl for the very first time. Tootie couldn't believe this was happening. On one hand, she had always wanted her first time to be just with Timmy and him alone, but there was no way she was going to deny herself the feeling of Trixie's tongue now. With her spare hand, Trixie reached out for her pillow to place under her head. But instead, she grabbed the green stuffed animal and propped it under her. No one saw the rapidly shifting eyes of the nervous plush Cosmo, pinned to the mattress below Trixie's head. The fairies had hidden in plain sight more times than they could remember but Cosmo's new position was far to close for his comfort. Unseen by the others, Cosmo slowly raised his wand. But he saw Wanda shaking her head out of the corner of his eye. She gave him a stern 'don't-you-dare' look. Reluctantly, Cosmo lowered his wand.
Timmy was thankful that he had a chance to stop and wait for Tootie. His fuck with Trixie had brought him close to cumming. But now he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to delay his cum much longer. He watched Tootie’s motionless ass in front of him, hovering above Trixie’s chest. He could hear the nerdy girl’s soft moans from the other side of her head. Timmy knew first-hand how just experienced Trixie was with her tongue. Before Tootie arrived, Timmy had felt Trixie's tongue around his shaft and inside his ass. Timmy secretly hoped that Trixie would show Tootie the same pleasures and feelings that she had shown him, as he found himself thinking and eager to watch such an act between the two girls. Timmy pulled his hips back and his cock out only to slam it back inside Trixie. He did this again, and again, and again. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to cumming. He didn’t want to delay anymore and he knew that he was close. Already he could feel his cum boiling in his balls. He focused on feeling that warm, moist tunnel that was wrapped around his shaft and the twitching and jolting body that moaned each time he slammed back inside. He watched as Trixie’s finger traced an invisible line across Tootie’s ass cheeks before it slipped and sank between them. Tootie gasped, her body going rigid with the sudden rear intrusion.
Timmy offered Trixie’s body one final thrust before he emptied his load inside her. His only warning was a loud grunt as his thick, warm sperm erupted from his cock and splashed against her walls. Trixie grinned around Tootie’s cunt, lifting her hips against Timmy’s to push him as deep as he could possibly reach. She took a few seconds from Tootie to enjoy the gooey feeling inside her. But as Timmy slipped out and rolled to the side, Trixie was determined to make Tootie to cum. She fucked her ass with her finger as her tongue lapped inside of her. She would rub her nose against the small nubbin as her tastebuds bathed in her flavor. It didn’t take Tootie long to reach her orgasm. With a soft moan, she felt herself collapse over Trixie’s head. Her chest rose and fell as she bit her lip, and Tootie was finally able to cum.
“Oh, God…. yes… yes…” Tootie cried weakly as she came over Trixie’s tongue. Her juices squirted into her willing mouth and splashed over her lips. Trixie was keen to swallow the girl’s cunt juice, pulling her tongue out of her snatch to savor the taste before gulping it down. Just like Timmy, Tootie rolled off Trixie and lay beside her on the bed, but Trixie made sure she kept her finger buried within the girl’s asshole. She turned to Timmy, who had gently rubbed himself hard again after watching Tootie cum.
“What do you want to do now?” Trixie asked him.
“Same thing you and I just did,” he grinned. “But I want you two switching places.”
"Switch?" Tootie's nerves quickly returned. "As in... me... lying down?" She turned her head from Timmy to Trixie, who rolled over and rubbed herself up against her. Trixie's slit began to leak Timmy's seed as it was smeared over her leg, and she slowly started to finger the girl's ass once more.
"Yeah, you lucky girl," Trixie grinned as she licked Tootie's cheek. "You know what that means, right?"
"Yeah....? Tootie cautiously said. She knew exactly what it meant. She'd dreamt about Timmy and this moment ever since she looked into it, but now that it was finally here, she wasn't sure if she would... or could... go through with it. Trixie's presence wasn't helping her nerves at all as this wasn't how Tootie had imagined her first time with Timmy.
"Good," Trixie said. "So now you're going to eat me."
Trixie got to her knees and shuffled atop Tootie's head. The moist and hairless slit hung above the girl's face. A drop of Timmy's cum felling from Trixie's body and landed on her lips. Tootie knew she should have been disgusted. But this was Timmy's cum. It was the precious white goo that she had craved for so long. As she felt Timmy lifting her legs over her shoulders, Tootie found herself licking it slowly from her lips. She didn't know if it was instinct or curiosity. But with her tongue dragging the ivory droplet into her mouth, Tootie had taken her first taste of Timmy's cum.
"Come on, Tootie. Hurry up," Trixie grumbled and folded her arms. "Don't forget that you still have to do what I say." This may have been Tootie's first time, but she was still getting impatient. Tootie ignored her. She instead focused on the taste on her tongue. It wasn't like anything she had expected. She felt like she should have been grossed out by the mere idea of tasting cum, let alone the act of doing it. But it was Timmy's. That reminder bounced inside her head while she studied her first taste. Suddenly, all her reservations had gone. This was the moment she had been waiting for. Trixie's presence wasn't important. Her earlier thoughts were pushed from her mind. She wanted this. And if she was going to share her moment with Timmy with someone else, then she'd make it as enjoyable for them as well. Before Trixie had a chance to react, Tootie wrapped her arms around the popular girl's legs, she lifted her head off the mattress and pressed her mouth against the leaking pussy.
"Holy..." Trixie gasped. Tootie's sudden enthusiasm had taken her completely by surprise. She could already feel Tootie's tongue pushing through her lower lips, eager to lick clean the creamy residue that Timmy had left inside. She did her best to mimic what she had felt Trixie do to her, all while Timmy positioned himself at her moist entrance. He glanced over at the stuffed animals by the edge of the bed.
"I wish this wouldn't hurt her," he muttered under his breath. Cosmo, still laying where Trixie had placed him, and Wanda raised their wands to silently grant Timmy's wish before they vanished in a soft puff of purple smoke. His wish granted, Timmy began to ease himself inside Tootie. He wanted to go slow and take his time. But he soon sunk every inch of his shaft inside her. Tootie froze at the feeling of being penetrated. She began to instantly regret diving into Trixie's pussy. Those few precious seconds were the first time Timmy had entered her. She felt that she had wasted their special moment, one that they could never re-live. She would never get that back.
"Damn girl," Trixie smiled above her. "And all this time I still figured you had your hymen."
"Hy...men?" Tootie asked, pulling the tongue from Trixie's slit.
"It's like a barrier. You've... you're not a virgin, right?" Trixie asked. Tootie didn't know much, but she did know what Trixie was asking.
"Well... I've used my hairbrush before," Tootie muttered. "But I don't remember any barrier."
"It doesn't hurt?" Timmy asked. He tried to look sincere and hide a grin from creeping across his lips. He felt he should act oblivious and pretend as if he didn't know what was going on with her body. Tootie just shook her head.
"No. But it does feel a bit hot," Tootie said. Trixie was surprised, she couldn't believe it.
"Wow, Tootie. You must be soaked. It hurt for me on my first time. You must have gotten a little pop, maybe not even that."
"So...," Tootie asked, looking between Trixie and Timmy. "Are we fucking now?"
Straight away, Timmy withdrew his shaft from Tootie's pussy. Trixie, still amazed, glanced back and didn't see a single trace of blood on Timmy's cock or dripping onto the sheets below. She didn't know how, but Tootie seemed unharmed and, shockingly, unfazed with the loss of her virginity.
'She's got to be hiding something,' Trixie thought.
With Tootie's tongue in her cunt and Timmy plowing the young girl, Trixie grabbed Timmy's shoulders and pulled him into a kiss. Timmy could still taste Tootie's flavor on the girl's tongue as it slipped into his mouth. Timmy didn't let the kiss distract him. He kept his hips moving at a steady pace; the ten-year-old didn't miss a beat during their kiss. But with Tootie's virgin pussy hugging his shaft, and with the tongue of the most popular girl in school swirling in his mouth, Timmy could already feel his orgasm brewing inside him.
Trixie was the first to cum. Trixie was surprised at how keen Tootie was, but she still needed a lot of practice. She quickly realized that Tootie's inexperience wouldn't get her off, so Trixie rubbed her clit to a furious orgasm. Tootie's face became drenched in Trixie's juices and Trixie swung her shaky legs over Tootie's head to sit beside them on the mattress. Tootie pulled Timmy down on top of her as soon as Trixie was out of the way. She forced a kiss on his lips and shared Trixie's girl-cum with him. Timmy buried his shaft in Tootie one last time, triggering her orgasm as his started to spurt from the tip of his dick. With tightly closed eyes, their lustful juices splashed together inside Tootie's body. Her inner walls were painted white with his cum, and Timmy's cock was slick with her slime as he pulled out and lay beside her.
                Timmy, Trixie, and Tootie spent the next few minutes just enjoying the afterglow of their fuck. It was Trixie who was the first to move. She crawled over to Tootie and lay on top of her. With a little effort, Trixie rolled Tootie over on top of her chest and kissed her. Her tongue slipped past Tootie's lips while her hands slid down to the girl's ass. She spread her cheeks to show off her little hole, inviting Timmy inside her. Tootie didn't object. She would welcome Timmy inside of any hole on her body. She wrapped her arms underneath Trixie as she pushed deeper into the kiss, one hand under Trixie's head and the other under her back. Timmy's cock was still slick with Tootie's juices. He felt he would slip in nicely. He shuffled forward to kiss her hole with the tip of his dick. And with his hands firmly on Tootie's ass, he silently thanked his Fairy Godparents for granting this wish before he eased himself inside Tootie's tight back door.
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