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Fairly FlawedParents	By : FairySlayer Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 28990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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16. Who Do You Think You're Screwing With?
Timmy woke with a fright as something landed on his chest and sharp pains shot through his hands. The bedroom lights were still on, so he could clearly see the figure in black who was sitting on top of him, leaning into his ribs with clenched fists. The covers had been pulled off of him and the intruder's knees were keeping his hands pinned to the mattress. Through the face mask, two deep blue eyes started down at him intensely, and he could feel his pajama bottoms getting tight.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked him calmly yet sternly.
“What?” he asked nervously, more afraid that this attacker would notice his rising excitement than anything else. However he could immediately tell that this wasn't Wanda in bed with him.
The girl leaned in to his face and spoke with more than a hint of indignation, “Why can't I get you out of my mind? You're all I've been thinking about, and you're even in my dreams now.”
Timmy took a few shallow breaths while looking his captor up and down. Then he noticed a few strands of long blonde hair clinging to her black outfit and mask. “Oh, hi Veronica,” he said with a sigh of relief. “You signed off before I could...”
“What?” she interrupted with just a hint of shock. After a few seconds, she finally let out a hmf and firmly informed him, “I'm not Veronica. I'm Trixie.”
The young boy just rolled his eyes and sighed. Even his anxious member had relaxed a little bit now, but he slowly drew his feet up, bending his knees and giving his little friend some room to settle comfortably.
“Are you trying to screw with me?” There was a little tension in her voice as she pressed down harder on his chest. “Look here, Timmy Turner...!”
“Veronica!” he snapped, startling her. “Look, this is all a big misunderstanding. I didn't mean for Trixie to stay at my place or for me to have to come here. I was just trying to help some friends and things got out of control. So, I'm sorry if your feelings got hurt.”
That last part got under her skin, even if it was meant for her blonde friend. “Look, you twerp, I am Trixie,” she insisted with rising aggravation.
Then she raised her head up straight, arching her back in the process. He could clearly see the outlines of her perky breasts as the tight black top pulled against them. In one flowing motion, she gracefully removed her face mask, letting it roll off her hand and fall behind her. The girl paused to toss her hair, inhaling sharply through her nose as her shimmering tresses fell back into place.
Impressed by her performance, his lower lip stuck out and he nodded in approval. “Wow! Your wig's almost just like Trixie's hair. You just forgot the hair band.”
“How many times do I have to tell you? I am Trixie,” she asserted once again. She started to lean back down into him.
Sensing that his captor was momentarily off balance, the trapped boy pressed his feet down and arched his back as hard as he could, lifting her with more force than he had expected. He pulled on her right knee while sticking his right elbow into the bed to boost up her left knee as well. His would-be captor's expression turned to shock as she went airborne, landing on her back a split-second later. Timmy quickly turned over on top of her, straddling her firm stomach. He clasped her dainty wrists in his hands and held them down firmly next to her head. She was speechless but also somewhat impressed by his agility and raw strength.
“Listen!!” he commanded her. Though he couldn't remember most of the night's difficulties, he was felt that he had been through enough nonsense for one night. “It's not that you aren't really pretty or that you're a bad person or anything, but I just don't like you in that way,” he said sternly.
The girl suddenly calmed down, figuring out how to play this turn of events to her advantage.
Timmy's voice softened before he continued, “Don't feel bad. I mean, there are lots of boys that like you, but they don't say anything because they're afraid of y...” He barely caught himself as the girl underneath him started to smile. “Uh, that you're too pretty and popular to like them. But it's just that I like Trixie, and no matter how long it takes her to notice me I'm gonna keep trying to be with her.”
“Why's that?” she asked, barely managing to hide her sly smile. Her eye nearly twitched, but it started to seem more like a disgusted look
The question caught him off guard, and he wondered whether his answer would quell or infuriate the disturbed girl whom he thought was beneath him. “It's hard to explain... She's pretty and sweet, uh, you are too, but she's also cool, like she could do anything she wants at any time and people will still love her. It's as if she doesn't care what people think about her, but that just makes them like her even more.” Timmy knew that the last part wasn't exactly true, but he never would have known except for one misguided wish; in any case, Veronica certainly didn't need to know about that.
“Most of all, every time I see her smile or hear her talk it makes me feel happy. It's like my insides are smiling and nothing else bothers me anymore. Even when she's mean to me or tells me I'm not good enough, it doesn't really bother me: as long as she's in my life then I feel like everything's gonna be great.”
“Gee,” she said impassively. “I guess I understand.”
Meanwhile, Timmy started to feel all warm and gooey inside, but he tried to shrug it off. He figured that Veronica's disguise was getting to him because it was so detailed: her dark lustrous hair, her enticing breasts, her sweet candy-scented breath, and even the way she had squinted the whole time to perfectly imitate Trixie's slanted eyes. Even more impressively, she had been incredibly cool and composed, not screeching once and always emphasizing Trixie instead of am while declaring her identity.
Feeling that she had calmed down, he quickly got off of his prisoner and helped her sit up. Shyly, he offered, “I can walk you home, if you want. Or you can sleep here and I'll use a guest room. I'm sure Trixie wouldn't mind. She'd probably rather have you staying in her room than me, anyway.”
“You are so sweet, Timmy Turner,” she said with a smile before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. Her lips felt so much like Trixie's to him that he started to blush, so he quickly jumped off the bed before his unpredictable tool decided to pop up again, too. He gathered his clothes but had to start searching for his missing sock.
With a quick bounce, the beautiful young girl hopped to the edge of the bed and sat up. She took one of his hands and squeezed it gently, getting his attention. When he turned back and looked at her curiously, she leaned forward on her feet, not quite standing up, and took his other hand. Then she looked deeply into his curious eyes. “Timmy...” She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, slowly squeezing them with hers. “Guess what?” she asked playfully before sitting back down and pulling him close to the edge of the bed.
The boy's heart started to flutter with excitement, and perspiration formed on his forehead. His body went wobbly and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stand. “Trixie...?”
She sighed indignantly, “Finally! If it took you any longer I was gonna let you go.”
“But, how...? Why...?” he tried to ask something, anything, but he could only stare at her in awe.
“Well, staying in your room seemed to make perfect sense yesterday, even though I have no idea why now. But being there forced me to think about you. Or at least what little I remember about you. And I guess you really aren't all that creepy.” Her eyes instinctively looked from side to side, making sure no one was watching before she continued. “You're actually kind of nice,” she admitted while holding back a joyful squeal.
Timmy broke out in a big smile, and she looked down in an attempt to hide hers. Bashfully, she began to sway their clasped hands back and forth a little.
“So, then Veronica showed up all angry and told me, uh,” she hesitated. Sure, Trixie knew exactly how Timmy felt about her, and she'd break Veronica's confidence in a second, but letting this boy know that he had other options just wasn't her style. She looked right into his face again and explained, “She was just upset 'cause I went out without telling her where I was going.”
“Is everything all right?” he asked while unconsciously stopping their hand swinging for a moment. Since he originally thought he was cheering up Veronica a few minutes earlier, he was still feeling some sympathy for the aggressive blonde girl; and, he couldn't remember what Cosmo had mentioned earlier about the two of them being together in his bed.
“Oh, she's feeling much better after spending some time with me,” she assured him with an embarrassed smile. “Anyways, then she fell asleep and like totally snores, so I couldn't sleep at all. And then I realized someone who cherishes me as much as you do would never want me to stay in such a dump, right? So, I decided to come home early.” She finished with a smile.
“But then why were you mad at me?” he couldn't help but ask.
“Oh...” Trixie didn't have a good answer, especially after all those nice things he had said about her. But then she came up with a perfect answer. “Don't tell anyone this, but,” she said before conspicuously looking around the room once more. Then she leaned forward and pulled him close, whispering humorously in his ear, “Veronica told me your goldfish were spying on me and taking notes.” She laughed at her joke, unaware that Timmy actually wondered if there was any truth to it.
While watching her happy face and hearing her bubbly laugh, he couldn't help but smile and laugh himself. Noticing how deeply he was watching her, Trixie became a tiny bit self-conscious and quickly composed herself. She briefly raised her eyebrows as she looked back into his eyes. Timmy just moved his gaze over her face and squeezed her hands a little, feeling giddy as his heart raced. She looked away for a moment to daintily clear her throat. After facing him again, the girl of his dreams swallowed just hard enough so he would notice. Finally, he leaned in towards her with his upper body.
It should have been a lot more difficult, he thought, but the small boy moved his face forward and tilted it slightly to one side. It didn't even seem odd that she moved her head forward and closed her eyes, puckering her lips ever so slightly until they met his. He started by returning the same gentle lip massage that she had given him earlier. Almost immediately, she opened her mouth slightly and licked the bottom of her perfect front teeth, making sure to stroke his upper lip at the same time. Her knees parted and she took hold of his hips, letting him straighten out his back while guiding him closer to her.
Carefully, he worked his tongue in deeper and ran it along the roof of her mouth before caressing her tongue as well. She fought back, almost licking and sucking on his lips while occasionally taking short hard breaths. He brought his hands up to her shoulders and gently massaged them before sliding one up the side of her neck and over her face. The beauty was impressed that his hand didn't immediately work it's way down instead, though she wouldn't have minded. Pushing her hair back, he traced the outside of her ear with his finger and then drew it across her cheek. Trixie wilted under his attentions, moving her head back while leaning her body forward so that his face would be above hers. She briefly opened her eyes and watched his peaceful expression as they kissed, his eyes closed the whole time.
His other hand slid down her shoulder, barely noticed, and finally brushed against her nipple before he wrapped his hand around her breast and gently massaged it. She gasped as her eyes rolled back, so he kissed her cheek and quickly moved to her ear. The buck-teethed boy warmly blew a short breath into her ear, eliciting a moan from the gorgeous girl.
“I'm sorry you had such a rough night, Trixie,” he whispered. Then he ran his tongue from the front edge of her ear, over the top, and down the back. Carefully, he flicked her earlobe a few times. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
“Yeah,” she said before biting her lower lip, barely able to contain herself. She put her arms around his back and neck, pulling him forward on top of her as she lied back. She gasped, “Make my dreams come true, Timmy!”
He held onto the back of her with his left arm while taking his right hand from her breast to hold himself above her. She breathed excitedly as he looked down and briefly kissed her forehead, followed by the tip of her cute nose. Then he passionately kissed her again while carefully dropping onto his right elbow, trying not to smush her pretty face. However, she put her hands on the back of his head and ran her fingertips roughly through his brown hair, nudging his head down on hers a little harder.
Timmy slid his left arm from underneath her and propped himself on it as well, resting his hand on her temple and forehead. Shifting his weight onto his left knee, he turned a bit sideways so he could keep a comfortable position without struggling. He backed away for a second and looked at her, smiling and breathing heavily with her eyes closed. When he placed his right hand on her shoulder again she responded by arching her back, inviting him to feel her blossoming womanhood again. However, he instead ran his fingers down the length of her arm, taking hold of her dainty hand.
Trixie looked up at him curiously as he raised it to his lips and began kissing her fingertips. Then he kissed his way up to her knuckles, then the back of her hand. His warm breath against her digits sent chills of pleasure up and down her spine, causing her to inhale deeply. Before she could recover, he brought her fingers to his lips and eased his tongue out over her index and middle fingers, rolling it all around her fingertip, including her perfectly-pink nails. Next, he slid his warm moistness underneath them, teasing her fingerprints a few times before suddenly bringing his head forward and taking them into his mouth. She watched in amazement as he moved his head forward to take them deep inside, tenderly holding her hand still the whole time. Despite her ever-warmer clothes, she began to get goose-bumps all over. Trixie was actually afraid that her beautifully sculpted fingernails would scratch the back of his throat, so she let her hand go limp and let do as he pleased. Of all the places her fingers had been that night, this was now her favorite.
Meanwhile, he remembered to touch her face lovingly and play with her hair, only occasionally running those fingers along her lips or ear; though it seemed to excite her a lot whenever he did, he thought it might lose its charm if done too much. Besides, she seemed to react a bit more whenever he stopped, as if his teasing was more exciting than the act itself. Trixie tried to get back at him by doing the same with her free hand, but her small lover retaliated by forcing his tongue up between the two excited fingers inside his mouth.
“No fair,” she breathed while imagining the same thing happening in another part of her body. Somewhat flustered, she pressed her free hand against the side of his face, gently but reluctantly ending his attentions. She gently squeezed his cheek and ran her thumb across his lips, getting him to look down at her as she withdrew her left hand from his mouth. Next, she brought his right hand down to her waiting breast and intertwined her fingers with his, inviting him to fondle it with her.
Meanwhile, she slowly put her wet fingers against her pouting lips and kissed them, closing her eyes and rolling her head slightly. Her eyes blinked open, staring directly at him for a moment before slowly moving them down to watch her happy fingers. Holding them steady, she eased her head forward, imitating him, but she let the fingers force her lips apart before taking them in all the way up to her hand. Looking back into his intent gaze, she began rolling her tongue around and moving her head back and forth, not knowing whom she was exciting more.
The raven-haired schoolgirl then drew them out of her warm tongue- filled cavern, letting them pull her lower lip all the way down before plucking them away with a popping sound. Raising her elbow, she peeked down at the pajama bottoms he was wearing and smiled at the large tent he was making inside her borrowed sleepwear. Timmy knew what she was staring at, but he was in too much awe to be embarrassed.
She whispered, “I always used to think you were short, but definitely not where it counts.” It flexed briefly under her gaze and she giggled, realizing that at least one part of him was under her control. “Anyway, we should get those things off of you. It would be a shame to tear a hole in them,” she lied, wishing that his boy thing would rip out of the silk pajamas and then do something similar to her insides.
She reached down with her very-satisfied right hand and hooked her fingers into the waistband, hesitating as she carefully moved his right hand to her other breast. With a reassuring pat, she let go of his busy hand and used both of hers to ease the pajamas down below his groin. Trixie had to sit up, breaking his contact with her face and breast, before freeing his mighty warrior and its two weapons of mass insemination. Timmy leaned into his elbow and raised his body so she could get the pajamas down to his knees, her face so close to his member that he could feel her breath on it.
Then he leaned back on his butt and bent his legs, making it easier for her to get them the rest of the way off. But she suddenly stopped and put her right hand on his groin, her thumb and forefinger surrounding the base of his shaft. More curious than anything, she stuck her tongue out and gingerly licked the purple helmet, stealing glances at his astonished face. It just tasted like very clean skin, but somehow breathing the air so close to it excited her deeply. The young tease stuck her tongue out again, darting it right into the pee hole, making him wince, and then licked the top a bit harder. She rolled her tongue around to the bottom, making it jump suddenly and bump into her nose. Trixie giggled nervously and then finished taking off his bottoms, standing up and pulling them from his feet with exaggerated effort.
“Lil' help, please,” she said sweetly. The natural- born seductress pressed her thumbs into her own pants and tugged them twice while staring expectantly at him. Timmy quickly stood up and put his hands on her waist, unsure of himself until she reassuringly pressed on his hands. He looked down while quickly unbuckling the belt and undoing the dark slacks. Meanwhile, she reached in the back of her top and unhooked her bra, slipping it out and throwing it on the bed. She also removed her chain, briefly bending over and leaving it on her nightstand.
Trying to be suave, Timmy slid his fingertips through the flaps and around to the sides of her waist before pressing her slacks down, but he missed one side of her thin red panties. He decided to just getting her pants down, bending his knees all the way to guide them to her bare feet. However, before she could try to step out of them, he shot back up and put his hands on her lower back before kissing her belly.
Apart from taking her by surprise and being sweet, it wasn't especially titillating. However, he then turned around and rubbed the side of his face into her stomach while sliding his fingers into the sides of her silky red underwear. He firmly pressed her hips and legs while sliding them lower, taking the panties down to her knees, which she separated slightly to let the crotch piece down as well. Timmy started kissing the side of her stomach, then between her groin and the top of her left leg. After falling to his knees, he took her panties all the way down to her ankles. Running one hand back up to her behind for support, her little gentleman carefully took hold of one ankle. She rested her hands on the back of his head, though more to acknowledge him than to support herself. He gently guided her to lift each foot, one at a time, and step out of her bottoms.
Not quite satisfied, he slowly raised his other hand to her firm and splendid bum, squeezing and kneading occasionally on the way. Then, he turned his head up to look at her questioningly. She nodded her approval, but neither one of them was sure what for. He kneaded and fondled her buttocks more, barely teasing the inside of her warm and heavenly crack with the very tips of his nimble fingers. She patted and rubbed his head and face, eventually turning him to face her womanly zone. Trixie's heart pounded at the thought of what this secretly-expert boy might do to her, but she was also scared of doing anything that would turn him off.
Meanwhile, he stared in awe at her nearly-hairless crotch, with just a few jet-black hairs peeking out above her perky mound. There was a pleasant gap between her upper thighs that let him look her slit all the way down her plump yet firm lower lips. Inside, he could see just a light sprinkling of downy fur sticking up in places. He also found time to marvel at how shapely her upper legs were, since they were usually concealed in a fashionable skirt or at least a pair of somewhat conservative gym shorts. Not wanting to lose momentum, he planted a hard kiss between her hip and pubic area before moving his mouth to the top of her groin. He timidly kissed her there before resting his forehead just below her navel. All the while, he continued to rub and massage her buttocks, being careful not to push ahead too quickly there either.
For all his success so far, the very-lucky boy didn't know what she wanted him to do there, if anything. Though he had gotten to study a few women's secret treasures with Cosmo recently, he wasn't sure what to do now that he was actually so close to one. He wanted to lick her somewhere in return for what she had done to his mighty warrior a minute earlier, but where? Also, something kept telling him not to do anything weird without getting her approval.
Trixie suddenly eased his head back and bent down on her knees, putting her face to his. She tried to speak but was too embarrassed at first, so she kissed him on the lips instead. They stayed like that for a minute or so, both of them getting worked up again, until her knees and back began to ache. The tall girl held his head tightly and pulled her face just a few inches away from his.
“Timmy, my... sweetheart,” she struggled to find the right words. “It's all right if you don't want to do that, I understand,” she nearly apologized. “But it's okay if you do. I keep it very clean and haven't had my period yet, if that helps... but you still don't have to.”
“Oh, I do!” he answered excitedly. He just had no idea where to start and, being a ten-year old boy, was too embarrassed to ask.
She kissed his cheek and whispered, “Just be gentle with me, okay?” He nodded and the graceful Miss Tang stood back up. She began tenderly caressing his head again, pressing just enough to reaffirm her approval.
Timmy cautiously began kissing above her gorgeous young pussy. The boy who had faced down the mightiest warriors of Yugopotamia was now shaking in anticipation and fear as his nose traced a path downward. He began kissing and licking his way in towards her crotch, tentatively darting his tongue along her labia in places and occasionally squeezing her tender skin between his tongue and oversized front teeth.
Trixie could feel him trembling for a moment as he ventured into her unknown, and she suddenly felt better realizing she still had some control. However, that only made her realize how much power he did have over her – a thought which both frightened and excited her.
With renewed confidence, she spread her knees a bit more and delicately began guiding his head deeper into her moistened opening. As he probed and felt around with his tongue, it pressed into her clitty hood, making her shudder and moan briefly. He tried again, striking another direct hit, but then he started working around it, again teasing her. She carefully tried to guide his head a bit more roughly to get him back on that spot, but he mistook it for increased pleasure as he circled it with his mouth. Also, it was tough to get his head low enough to reach where she seemed to like it most.
Confidently, she knelt down, moving her backside out of reach while bringing her face to his again. He looked so cute with her juices smeared across his lips, nose, and chin, so she quickly licked him across the mouth several a few times before it turned into another passionate kiss. She let one hand reach between his legs, at first feeling that his shaft had softened during his time concentrating on her. But it quickly swelled back to full size in her grasp, actually surprising her a little as he moaned. In return, he carefully ran a hand up the outside of her black shirt and started playing with her fascinating mounds yet again.
“I'm not being a very good hostess, am I?” she said playfully.
He gave her a sharp kiss on the cheek and answered, “That's okay. I think I'm starting to get the hang of it... Or am I?” he asked with a confident smile.
She guided his free hand under her shirt and then raised her arms above her head, arching her back seductively. He immediately lifted her shirt over her head and arms while she bent forward to help him, but seeing her tender young breasts so close to his face was just too tempting. While supporting her arms in the air through the top, he leaned in and started kissing her nipples, first one and then the other.
“Isn't there anything that mouth of yours can't do?” she asked through her top, not sounding at all annoyed by her minor predicament.
Despite being sorely tempted to find out if she was ticklish under her arms, he knew that even Cosmo wouldn't try it at a moment like this. He helped her get the top the rest of the way off, taking the precaution of pulling the collar from her face, in the same way she had done for his again hard-on. Finally answering her, he said, “I don't know, but for you I'd try it on almost anything.”
Half joking and half swooning, Trixie smiled and fanned her face with her hand a few times. “Why, Timmy Turner, I never realized!” She smiled and, taking his arms, helped him up to his feet. “Okay, then we can try a little more, but it'll be easier in bed.” She quickly turned around and sat on the edge of the bed before pulling him close and lifting his pajama top. Feeling that some payback was in order, she left it over his head and arms and started kissing and biting his boy nipples, acting out what she secretly wished he would do to hers.
However, his top was loose enough to fall off and he quickly started rubbing her head and neck. Her attentions actually did feel kind of nice, he thought, and she really seemed to be getting into it. Timmy even started to wonder if girls only liked having their breasts played with because guys seemed to enjoy it so much. He kissed the top of her head and, just to know what it was like, began kissing and licking her hair. She rewarded him by reaching around and grabbing his little-boy ass, squeezing and kneading roughly, almost as if to make a point. The feeling of his sphincter being moved and pressed, however indirectly, felt weird but not horrible. She had also begun sliding her hips back and forth so that her knee and upper leg would occasionally rub against his erection.
“Don't muss my hair!” she warned while switching her mouth to his other nipple. He immediately smoothed out any damage, he hoped, and then concentrated more on touching her face and neck, not realizing that he was actually breathing harder because of her attentions. As a reward for his obedience, Trixie moved her hand around to his front and started petting his happy snake, gently running her finger along it the top from tip to groin. He was relieved that her strokes weren't causing too much of a reaction, but it seemed strange that it remained so calm after three weeks of frustration.
Not wanting to suck him sore, she broke off and suddenly scooched back on the bed, lying with her legs open and knees bent. “You did say anything, right?” she reminded him.
Timmy crawled forward with a gleam in his eyes, stopping briefly only to kiss and suckle the inside of her knees and thighs in a few spots. She let out a giggle, but he didn't sense any especially good reaction so he moved on until his head was just above her glistening love arena. “Now, where was I...?” he playfully asked while looking up into her eyes. As he rested with his elbows by her hips, his hands automatically found their way up to her breasts, though he had to stretch his arms a little to touch them.
With the elegant motions of a ballerina, the pretty girl raised her legs and rested her feet on his back, gently stroking his spine and neck with her soft feet. Meanwhile, her hands reached down to his face, running a single finger over an eyebrow before carefully guiding his face deep into her warm wet mound. Though her juice wasn't sweet in the regular sense, tasting a little just made him crave more.
Soon, he was sucking up and down between her nub and baby opening as if eating a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer day. His gorgeous lover occasionally guided his face from one side to the other, and he tried to give her labia the same massaging treatment that he had given the lips on her face. Timmy became so engrossed in her love zone that he brought his hands back, using them to feel and occasionally massage her engorged lips. She wiggled and rocked her hips while her juices dripped down between her parted ass cheeks. The luckiest boy in the world cautiously let his fingers wander ever lower, caressing the area just around her back door. Trixie squeaked out occasional gasps of pleasure, mixed with a tinge of apprehension, as he pressed dangerously close. However, he concentrated mostly on her hot spot and didn't want to lose focus by experimenting.
Soon, Trixie felt the familiar waves of tension and excitement welling up deep inside her. If she really wanted to go all the way, now was the time to get down to business. Besides, she really wanted a chance to make him squirm and moan a bit, too. She lowered her legs, basically doing a wide-open split with her knees against the bed and her lower legs almost parallel with her upper body. She gripped his shoulder with one hand and raised his face away from her road to Orgasmville, drawing him up to her.
She was a fair bit taller than he was, so she figured he would only be able to reach his face up as far as her breasts while taking her virginity. That didn't seem bad because she would find out how much he remembered of her earlier suckling lesson. However, she was hoping for something a little more romantic, so she reached behind her and pulled the large pillows up under her head and back. As he clambered forward over her, he came all the way up to her face and kissed her again. Actually, as much as Timmy Junior wanted to go spelunking in her cave of lust, it was kissing Trixie's lips that made him feel closest to her.
Meanwhile, his tool gently bumped into her navel and then against her stomach before he raised his hips. She was so anxious and excited that she almost pressed down on his shoulders to get him into position, but his kisses felt so nice that she didn't want them to stop, either. So, she scooted her bum a little higher on the bed while bending forward. It wasn't quite as comfortable for her that way, but she figured she would lie down with her back arched over the pillows once she was too excited to maintain lip contact. She reached down and rubbed his side before feeling between his legs, only brushing against his hard hammer before groping his tight, hairless marble bag. Still caught up in their passionate kisses, she stroked it with absentminded curiosity, marveling at how it changed texture under her warm touch. Also, she relished how young Turner took deep breaths every time she gave it a gentle squeeze. He repaid her with a deep breast massage, occasionally reaching between her legs to scoop out a little more lubrication for her hardened nipples.
“Oh, Timmy,” she whispered between kisses, lost in passion and more excited than she'd ever been in her life. “Make me a woman now!” she finally gasped. The raven-haired vixen had always practiced saying make love to me now so that her first man wouldn't know that he was taking her for the first time. However, between Timmy in her dream and now in real life, he had earned the recognition. Besides, she knew that she had more than enough clout to deny it if word ever got out.
Timmy broke off the kiss and gasped in her ear when she fondled his sack more intensely. He was sure that he knew what to do next, but he wanted to make sure she enjoyed it as much as possible. Heck, it seemed impossible that he wouldn't finally get his long-overdue release, so why not make the moment last. “Oh, you beautiful girl. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen and I can't bear the thought of not seeing your beautiful body, your silky smooth skin, your wonderful breasts... and most of all, your lovely face. Please, you should be on top, Trixie.”
Young Turner's words almost made the young tigress come right then. She grabbed the side of his head and kissed his ear and neck, biting and sucking her way down to his shoulder. “Oh, Timmy!” she moaned.
“And you can make me do whatever you want,” he gasped.
Trixie immediately pulled herself up, still kissing and biting him, and they traded places. She backed off to make sure her knees didn't hit his sensitive bits as she got close, making him spread his legs enough to expose himself completely for her. He put his feet together and rubbed them excitedly as she started to climb over his legs and hips. As he stared up at her glorious naked body, she went back onto her bent feet and spread her legs wide around his tense flesh obelisk. Timmy firmly gripped her hips as she pressed her slit along the length of his shaft. Slowly, she rocked back and forth, covering it in her warm and sticky goodness. Trixie pressed her hips and knees forward, clenching her thighs to squeeze it gently as it slid over her love channel, pee hole and engorged clit hood. The heat coming off her flushed pussy lips made his manhood spasm as they enveloped it.
Trixie rested her hands on Timmy's shoulders and went back and forth a few more times while he picked up her right hand and brought it to his mouth for pleasurable tease. He began to lick and suck her fingertips again, sending chills throughout her body. He could even feel her quake though his fully-inflated tool. Looking her straight in the eyes, he struggled to bring his head forward over her fingers again. In return, she rocked forward and tried to aim his mighty staff into her eager hole. After trying a few times, she reached her free hand down and, ever so carefully, pressed his cock until the head rubbed against her tight opening a few times. Then, she waited until his mouth was off of her fingers before trying to take his cock inside of her, trying to move in time with her fingers penetrating his mouth.
About halfway down, he stopped taking her fingers in and inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to get accustomed to the hot, moist flesh that massaged his wand from all sides at once. The girl above him barely managed to stop before getting all the way down on his shaft. Actually, she was quite surprised at how easily it had gone in on the first try. Sure, two of her fingers weren't very tough to do, but she usually had to stroke in and out several times with her silver toy, regardless of how juicy she was. Mini Timmy was definitely thicker than it, but it almost seemed like it was able to easily work its way inside of her by itself.
It was hard for her to stay still so she tried to adjust her position, but she only managed to come down all the way on his penis. He gasped and pulled his mouth from her fingers. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Oh, I'm okay. It's just that you're so lovely that I can hardly believe this is real,” he answered, not wanting to admit that he was afraid of blasting off too soon. However, he was then relieved, and even surprised, to realize that his penis hadn't stayed tense for long.
Smiling ever wider, she raised herself up with a gasp, almost completely off of him, and then slowly lowered herself back down and leaned forward. Breathing heavily in his ear, she slowly worked her butt back up again. Instinctively, he kissed her face while brushing her hair out of the way. “How did you become so beautiful?” he whispered as she came back down in him with a shudder. Then he just started rolling his hips slowly, working the fleshy bit above his shaft into her sopping wet mound.
“Oh, Timmy...!” she cried out breathily. She was too close for comfort, but she absolutely didn't want him to know that because, somehow, it seemed like he would win if she couldn't control herself until she had pleased him first. “Gotta try something different,” she rasped while drawing herself up, completely off of his surprisingly compliant hard-on.
“Too much?” he asked, despite his deep relief and not having shot his wad off already. Strangely, he didn't even feel nearly as close as he thought he would.
“God, no!” Trixie began kissing him haphazardly, breathing heavily and feeling his chest up and down. “We just need to... take time,” she barely explained before turning around and straddling his crotch with her back to him. The struggling girl quickly positioned herself with her knees bent and feet wide around his hips, hoping that spreading her opening far apart would make the feeling of his cock inside her less intense. Almost feeling useless, Timmy cupped her exquisite bum cheeks in his hands and slowly molded them in his fingers.
Trixie whimpered in a mixture of bliss and frustration while holding her pussy lips wide with her fingers, lowering herself onto his Timmy tool once again. Her eyes closed and she absentmindedly started squeezing her breasts and nipples with her free hand. As she neared the bottom of his pole, he squeezed his butt cheeks together to bring his hips up and meet her. That caused her fingers to press into her excited lips a little more. He cooed to her, “You're even beautiful from behind.” He realized that taking time to talk was slowing him down, and it was easy for him to compliment his lover.
“Aaagh!,” she moaned. “What are you doing to me? It's too good,” she huffed.
He moved one hand up to the middle of her back, tracing it down her spine as she moved up again. “Your shoulders are so round and smooth, running into your, gosh, so kissable neck,” he said while moving his other hand to his groin. When his long-haired-lover carefully brought herself back down, he pressed his tingling rod forward with his thumb so its head would press into the front side of her opening. He wasn't sure why until it brushed a special place inside of her. Trixie squealed and trembled while arching her back, desperately trying to keep it from hitting her there again. The poor girl had to drop her hands behind her to keep from falling back on him, which would have pushed him deeper into her especially-sensitive spot.
“Oh, stay still... stay still,” she nearly begged him while waiting for the intense feelings to fade. Not wanting to interfere with her wishes, he withdrew his hand and used it to feel her hair against her smooth back. The strained pressure of her insides and her trembling to hold that awkward position started to have an effect on his tool.
“I'll do whatever you want me to, Trixie,” he groaned while trying to lower his cock down, just a little.
Trixie thought she might be hurting him in that position, so she tried to move forward again but was stuck. “Okay, gimme a push forward,” she said with erratic breaths. Timmy put his palms on the back of her ribcage and, after pausing briefly to fondle where her breasts joined her sides, he pushed her forward and she regained her balance. “He's working me too much. I gotta avoid any more stimulation,” she thought for a moment before opening her eyes. As she raised herself again, she could saw herself clearly in the dresser mirror, despite it being across the room, and seeing her naked self going down on him made her cry out, “So awesome!”
“Oh, you're awesome, sweetie!” he cried out in response.
“I know, I know...” she gasped instinctively while raising herself yet again. Not being able to stand it anymore, she pulled herself completely off of him with only moments to spare. Quickly, she turned around and leaned over him from the side, making sure to keep their naughtiest bits well separated as she frantically kissed him again. Then she desperately grabbed his shoulders and pulled him onto his side as she lied down next to him. “Take me, Timmy! Take me now! Take me any way you want, but you gotta make me yours!” she begged while rolling onto her back.
Pressing himself up quickly, he brought his body over hers and tried to line himself up, but she anxiously took hold of his slippery cock, petting and stroking it. The desperate girl quickly lined it up with her opening again and, as soon as he got into position, Trixie clutched his ass and pulled him forward. Still not wanting to rush, Timmy resisted and tried to move at his own pace, once again relishing the feeling of his Turner- maker slide into her heavenly cavern of love.
However, he looked down and saw her writhing beneath him, rubbing her face against the bedspread and sucking on her own fingers. Her free hand gripped his shoulder and he almost thought she was going to cry, so he tried to move into her bucking hips. His wound-up lover wasn't moving consistently so he grabbed onto her hips and tried again, matching her motions better even if he couldn't control them. Looking into her face the whole time, he kept pressing himself in and out of her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered while tossing her head from side to side and digging her fingernails into his upper arms. “Just come, baby, come,” she encouraged him as she tried to pretend her vaginal muscles weren't already spasming with delight. Even more wetness surrounded his piston as he pumped in and out furiously, trying to catch up. Suddenly, her skin started to shine from within, like a summer sunrise, but he was concentrating too much to think about it. Still, it made him feel warm and happy, like he was somewhere safe and surrounded by perfect love.
It also felt like her insides were grabbing and pushing his meat around ever so slightly, but it was a hard vibration perfectly in-tune with his carnal desires. Suddenly, Timmy pressed all the way inside and stopped, only grinding and shifting his manhood around deep inside. Every muscle in his pelvis seemed to tighten up and suddenly squeeze. “I love you, Trixie!” he cried as his boy juice spurted out, splashing on Trixie's contracting cervix and gushing all over her insides. Again and again, his love muscle squirted her hungry pussy full of hot sticky semen.
He leaned forward, resting the side of his head against her quivering breasts. Both of them were covered in perspiration, and their juices were already mingling and sliding out from between them onto the bedspread. With both of them still huffing and puffing, he reached up and took her hand, squeezing it tightly. Her eyes still closed in delight, she squeezed back twice and he brought it to his lips, giving it a simple kiss before holding it against his flushed face. She opened her grip and began stroking his cheeks and face for several minutes as he began to glow intensely, too.
His penis gradually softened, and it popped right out when he finally moved up to kiss her. Noticing the messy stuff he was dripping, he moved his lower body away from her. “Sorry about getting the bed all icky,” he said before he kissed her on the lips again.
“That's okay,” she exhaled, still enjoying the soothing feelings inside her. “The servants will do laundry in the morning, no problem. After all, they have to wash so many things ever day that they'll never even notice it, never mind have time to realize what it is.”
“By the way, you're glowing,” he informed her, since that he wasn't concentrating on pleasing her anymore.
“Oh, you don't have to keep complimenting me now,” she giggled. “But if you want to, I don't mind.” The radiantly-beautiful girl then opened her eyes and noticed the golden aura that surrounded them both. She quickly sat up, pulling him up with her, and looked at their reflection in the mirror.
“Wow, they never mentioned this in health class,” she said in awe. Then she turned to her pint-sized lover and hugged him tightly around his arms. “Maybe this is what happens when you really love the one you're with,” she said very sweetly. Then she looked directly at him with a devilish grin. “Then again, maybe it has something to do with the fumes.”
Timmy put his arms around Trixie's chest and they both looked into the mirror again for several minutes, watching the glow slowly fade away. “You know,” she wondered aloud. “It almost makes us look like some sort of magical creatures, like elves or...” She stopped short and looked troubled for a moment.
“What's wrong?” he asked while looking directly at his beautifully naked lover.
“Bah,” she laughed nervously. “I was going to say we kind-of look like fairies, but there's no such thing. I mean, you'd have to be really crazy to believe in stuff like that, right? I mean Ver... no, Crocker crazy!”
Timmy decided to let that one go as he kissed her again. “You know, this is also the first time I got to see your awesome skinny legs. How come you always hide them?”
“Oh, my parents make me dress appropriately everywhere I go... but come over sometime and I'll wear my jeans for you. I cut patterns into them to let just the right amount of skin show through...” Then she hopped off the bed, quickly pressing her bra against her cunny to catch any more dripping, and then went towards her overnight bag by the door.
“I'll show you a picture of what I'm trying to cut now...” Trixie stopped, deciding not to ruin their perfect time together by showing him a picture of Veronica. Besides, prancing around in front of him was starting to make her feel a little self-conscious, regardless of how gorgeous she knew she was. She rejoined him on the bed.
“Uhm, I think the servants will be coming back soon, so, ooh!” she bemoaned while hugging him tightly. “As much as I'd love you to stay, maybe I should get you a cab home.” Timmy even thought he heard her sniffle. He didn't really want to leave, anyway, but also he didn't want to get either of them in trouble.
“That's okay,” he smiled while hugging her back. Then, easing her back onto the bed, he pushed the icky part of the covers away before pulling the sheets and blankets over her. “How about I just stay until you fall asleep?”
Trixie smiled and kissed him happily before curling up. She turned to face away from him while pulling one of his arms over her side, holding it with both her hands. “Goodnight, Timmy,” she sighed happily and closed her eyes.
The happy boy kissed the back of her head. “Good night, Trixie. And please, whatever happens, don't let this all be a dream.”
Her eyes suddenly popped open and darted around nervously. She looked down at his arm, squeezed it again, and then went off to sleep.
Within minutes, she was breathing heavily and had let go of him. Carefully, he slipped out of the bed, found his clothes, still missing one sock, and got dressed. After packing his bag, he quietly slipped out the door while turning off the lights.
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