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Timmy Turner's 13th Birthday Part III	By : Wendell Urth Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 3528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5
Veronica looked towards Timmy for help, he rolled his eyes then said. “Better do as she says.” She shuddered again and pulled the sweater off. “Happy?!?”
Vicky continued cleaning his nails. The knife blade reflected the lamp light into Veronica’s eyes. “Here’s what’s gonna’ happen. You say this is the only copy, maybe it is, maybe it aint. So, you’re gonna’ give us something we can use, just in case you’re a liar, just in case you decide to tell someone what you saw.”
Timmy started to object, but one look from Vicky silenced him.
Vicky continued, “I don’t like this, I don’t want this. I don’t like sharing my toys or my boys. But it’s necessary.” She continued very slowly. “Listen Blondie, listen very carefully. If you do anything I don’t like, anything that hurts my Timmy or even makes me think you might hurt him. I-Will-Cut-Your-Heart-Out. Don’t think I’m bluffing. My father’s a butcher. I know how.” Then she smiled. It was a shark’s smile. “And you,” turning to Timmy. “Don’t get too happy with Blondie, over there. This is strictly a one-time thing. Got it?”
Timmy gulped. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Vicky smacked him on the back of the head, “Good answer, son. Now take the shirt off, toots.”
Veronica got a panicked look on her face. “I never… I didn’t…” Now it was her turn to gulp.
Timmy laughed. “Come-on Veronica, everyone knows you stuff your bra! It’s no secret!” She screamed in fury, shaking her head, denying what was plainly true. “Look, half the time you have both tits on the same side! Worst kept secret in school. Half the guys in think you’re Trans… Hey, don’t look at me like that, I told ‘em no, don’t blame me.”
Timmy looked at Vicky, “Mom had a picture of the two of us in the bath together when we were like a year old.” Veronica shot Timmy a poisonous look.
Vicky had her phone out, sound off and was recording the blonde’s humiliation. “OK, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to give Timmy a blow job. It may take a while, he’s already cum three times and my boy hasn’t gotten his 8 hours yet. (She kissed him on the lips, a deep kiss, then tousled his hair). “Make it sweet. Make it nice for him. Best blow job ever. I want to see some slurping, some sucking and don’t look at me, don’t look at the camera. Now smile, bitch!”
Vicky was a master at creating blackmail videos. The one Veronica had created was poorly shot and no amount of editing could clean it up (it was taken from the vent in a closet door, after all.) When she was done with this blow job production, no one would recognize Timmy and she wouldn’t be in the video at all… just the blonde weasel. And it would look like it was her idea to seduce some poor kid.
Vicky smiled; the girl is no amateur. She pretended she had never done this, but her technique was too good. In fact, she was getting into it. Vicky intended to make sure Timmy stayed away from this bimbo in the future. Her tits were small, undeveloped except for the puffy pink nipples. “God, she’s making me hot.” Veronica was on all fours now, her head bobbing in Timmy’s lap, her hand down her pants, she was really into this. This hadn’t been part of Vicky’s plan.
Veronica was slurping his cock in quick strokes, slathering his dick with her tongue and saliva. A real professional. This was no nervous virgin… a real ‘Blow-Job Bettie’. Vicky realized Veronica was getting off on the taste of dried jizz “…and me, on Timmy’s dick? Well, I wasn’t expecting that!”
Vicky set the phone on the night stand and got back on the bed. She began fingering herself, sorry now that she had to stay out of the action. But the blackmail video was useless if she was in it too. She had too much to lose. But she could appreciate the little blonde slut. There was something about her that resonated with the evil babysitter. Maybe she should get to know her better? Maybe it would be fun sharing her Timmy. “As long as she knows he’s my Timmy… And as long as Timmy doesn’t get any ideas.”
Vicky saw the signs, Timmy was ready to cum. “Pull out, cum on her face… and titties, if there’s any left. Blondie, look pleased, beg him for it… That’s it, on her face… Yeah, her lips too. Lick those lips you whore. Timmy, grab those nipples. Hard, baby. Pinch them!”
Timmy shot three thick streams of cum on her face and a few spirts on her tits. “The boy’s a champ!” Vicky said.
Vicky was definitely seeing a new career as a porno director in her future.
Veronica was indignant by the treatment she had gotten. She was incensed at being called a liar about saving a copy of the video… mostly because it was true. She had uploaded a copy to her private server. “But who were these losers to accuse me of it?!?” Actually, she now planned to keep it for her private collection. “You know, you just filmed a couple of kids doing porn?”
Vicky laughed, “Yeah? You just stared in porn, hon. And it was pretty clear you were no amateur. So, what do you say? You don’t show yours, I don’t show mine? Friends? Buds forever?” Vicky lit up another joint, passed it to Veronica. The blonde gave her a dirty look, but took a hit, she had clearly done this before, also.
Vicky sat next to her and took apart the girl’s phone. She pried out the Sim card, held it knife point and used her lighter on it. Took a hammer from her purse, smashed the phone. Veronica looked disgusted, then took another hit, “A hammer, in your purse? Like, really?”
“How do you think we got in here? Never know when one will come in handy.”
“Ugh, there was a key over the door frame. Duh! People who own places like this always have one hidden for emergencies.”
Timmy was back in bed, gently snoring. Veronica looked around, moved towards her bra, shirt and sweater.
“Uh-uh” Vicky said. Rummaging through her purse, she held up a pair of handcuffs, double lock, professional grade. Veronica recognized them because she owned several sets herself. “But I don’t carry them around with me when I go skiing!”
“Errr, what’s that for?
Vicky twirled them around her finger. “What do you think, bitch?”
“I thought we were, like OK now? Friends?”
“You know what they say, ‘Keep your enemies close… and your friends chained up’. I need to get some sleep and my poor Timmy’s all worn out. We’ll get up in a few hours, we’ll all have a nice breakfast. Then, then I’m going to fuck Timmy’s brains out and show him how a real blow job should be done. You should pay attention… might learn something.”
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Timmy Turner's 13th Birthday Part III