A stupefied expression etched onto his face as he stood before the mirror. This was not the image he had expected to see: he appeared suave, fashionable, and remarkably broad-shouldered. Was he imagining things, or had he grown taller? He felt transformed, like a new creature. In fact, if he were to venture outside at this very moment, he was certain that people would be eyeing him not as Timmy Turner, the school loser, but as The Timmy Turner, prom king.
For once, following Cosmo's advice had led him to something good. Lending Timmy his old wedding suit was the best idea that the nincompoop had thought up in recent years. To Timmy's surprise, the suit fit him like a glove, from top to bottom. Perhaps Cosmo had a sense of fashion, or maybe it was his mom's or even Wanda had picked it out for him. Cosmo can't possibly be so fluent about such matters. Regardless of who had chosen it, it was the best outfit Timmy had ever worn. Timmy couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of confidence as he gazed at his reflection. He ran his hands over the smooth fabric, admiring the intricate details and the way it accentuated his broad shoulders and trim waist.
"Trixie Tang, be ready to have your jaw dropped!" Timmy exclaimed as he struck a pose, double finger guns pointing at his reflection. It hadn't been a full day since their agreement, and now, he was about to embark on an unthinkable journey: a date with the girl he had been crushing on for years.
"Wow, who knew it would only take a sincere confession to get Trixie Tang to date you," Wanda said as she fixed the slight tilt in Timmy's bow.
"All those wishes to impress her and ended up falling short," Cosmo chimed in. "Let's see, abs, money, popularity… Oh, oh! That one time you wished to be alone with her, now that was a good one."
"Yeah, I kind of blocked that one out of my memory. Thanks for reminding me, Cosmo," Timmy said, annoyed. He quickly straightened up again. "I don't know why all those wishes backfired. That's why I don't want you two tagging along this time."
"What?" exclaimed both fairies in unison. "You're getting rid of us?"
"No, it's not like that. I just want you guys to lay back, you know? I don't know, but whenever I wish for something, it always leads to trouble. Maybe my wishes are bad luck of some sort. I know it's all speculation, but I don't want to jinx this one. Do you understand?"
Wanda, the more rational of the two fairies, took the chance to reason Timmy. "I understand, Timmy. This is important to you. But it's not all your wishes' fault. Maybe Trixie just doesn't like guys with muscles or fame."
"I know I've wished for all sorts of things to impress Trixie in the past, but it hasn't worked out. I want to be different this time. I want to be sincere and show her who I really am. I just want to see how it goes without any interference from magic or you guys."
"Well, if that's what you want..."
"So what about us? What are we going to do?" Cosmo asked.
"I don't know... It's your day off, do whatever you like. Just stay away from my date," Timmy replied.
Hearing that, Cosmo's face lit up with excitement and snapped his gaze at his wife. He's already thinking of all the places he could go. "You heard that, babe! Master has given us a day off! We're free! Oh, I always want to go to the Bahamas!" he exclaimed as he waved his wand and changed into his summer wear.
"Are you sure you don't need us, sport?" Wanda asked, her brow furrowed with concern. "I mean, it's great that you're confident, but you can't be too sure that everything's going to go smoothly on this date."
"Yeah, what if the restaurant is closed or the reservation gets messed up? Or what if Trixie shows up with her ex-boyfriend and he's way cooler than you?" Cosmo interrupted, "or what if you poop your pants or the waiter spills water on you and it makes you look like you peed yourself."
"Err, what Cosmo is trying to say is... bad things can still happen, and we don't want that to ruin your date."
Seeing the care from the fairies' words, Timmy couldn't help but smile. "I get you guys are just looking out for me, but I've got this. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Maybe the food is terrible, or we run into someone from school who makes fun of me. I can handle it. And besides, I didn't expect this all to happen. It wasn't supposed to happen, really. If it goes bad, so what. Don't worry, guys, I appreciate your concern, but I'm mentally prepared for whatever comes my way."
Cosmo and Wanda gave each other worried looks.
"Stop being such worry warts guys!" Timmy chuckled, "you deserve a break. That's a wish! Now pack up your things and let's have the greatest day of our lives!"
Put at ease by Timmy's reassurance, Wanda quickly followed Cosmo's lead, transforming into her own beach attire. Cosmo made quick work of summoning several bags out of thin air, which he presumably had packed with all the essentials for a day of fun in the sun. "Very well, then. Court adjourned. See you tomorrow, Timmy!" Cosmo exclaimed with a wave, before disappearing from sight. With a brief farewell glance at Timmy, Wanda followed her husband, and she too vanished in a puff of magical smoke.
As he gracefully approached the runway, a chorus of teenage screams grew in volume. Their excitement skyrocketed when he unveiled his captivating smile. Taking a short moment to collect himself, and with a poise only he possessed, he began to sing. His pitch-perfect voice resonated with the audience, reeling them into a chaotic frenzy.
Vicky let out a wistful sigh as Chip Skylark's live performance filled her television screen. The very idea that someone so dreamy could inhabit the same world as her felt surreal. Chip was the embodiment of perfection: impeccable features paired with a voice that could ensnare the most indifferent listener. He was, in every sense, an icon. Vicky found herself drawn in, her gaze uncomfortably near to the screen, her mouth almost involuntarily salivating in admiration. However, this wasn't a mere admiration. It had long since crossed into the realm of unsettling obsession. She devoured every fleeting moment of Chip's appearance on the commercial, only to be jarringly interrupted by the dissonant tones of an announcer's voice.
DIMSDALE, ARE YOU READY? The moment you've all been waiting for is here! Chip Skylark, the sensation that's been sweeping the nation, is coming LIVE to our very own Dimsdale Dimsdome this October 5th! Don't miss out on what promises to be the concert of the year! Secure your spot and let your voice be heard alongside the iconic Chip Skylark. Pre-order your tick
Vicky decisively turned the TV off, silencing the all-too-familiar announcement. She didn't need to be reminded again; she had heard it countless times already. Chip Skylark, the pop sensation, was on tour, and of course, he'd be making a stop in her city. How could she possibly be unaware? After all, she considered herself his most devoted admirer, his biggest fan. She'd even gotten a ticket, albeit through a somewhat convoluted arrangement. A friend had generously procured it on her behalf, with the understanding that she would repay after collecting her earnings from babysitting. Everything seemed to be falling into place for Vicky. That was, until...
RING!
The phone rang.
"Hello?" Vicky's voice was bright and full of anticipation.
"Hello, Vicky. It's Mr. Turner. I hope I'm not bothering you."
"Oh, not at all, Mr. Turner! What can I do for you?"
There was a little pause on the other end before he went on. Vicky's initial confidence ebbing away as he spoke. Her joyful look soon morphed, bit by bit, into a disheartened frown. "Hold on, cancelled?" she exclaimed, a tinge of panic in her voice. "I thought you and Mrs. Turner had plans tonight?"
"We do, we do!" Mr. Turner responded, his always-jovial manner unaltered. "But we've decided to let Timmy go out as well. He has a date, so no need for babysitting."
Vicky's heart sank. "B-but," she stammered, "I was relying on this babysitting money. It's really important." She tried not to sound panicked, but her anguish was evident. Offering alternative services, making suggestions, hoping to still earn that much-needed money.
"I'm truly sorry, Vicky," Mr. Turner said, clearly sympathetic. "But we just don't need the help tonight."
Defeated, Vicky finally whispered a quiet, "Alright, Mr. Turner. Have a good evening." She hung up, trying to process the unexpected twist.
Vicky was in a tight spot. With no money, no job, and the clock ticking relentlessly forward, she was cornered. Today was the day she had promised to settle her debt, a commitment she took seriously. The pressure weighed heavily on her, making each passing hour feel like an eternity. As she paced her room, her anxiety reached new heights, manifesting as a cold dread that settled in her spine. Then, cutting through her spiraling thoughts, the shrill ring of the phone echoed. It sounded more pronounced, more menacing than she remembered, almost as if it carried a veiled threat.
"Hey, Polly!" Vicky tried to sound upbeat, but her forced cheerfulness clashed with the subtle tremor in her voice. "You've got those tickets for me, right?"
There was a tense pause as Polly responded, her voice a muffled sound on the other end.
Vicky's bravado began to waver. "Yeah, about that... Look, I've hit a little snag, some complications. Could I maybe pay you next week? I swear, I'm good for it!"
Another pause. Polly's voice grew sharper, more guarded.
"What do you mean, the deal's off?" Vicky's voice cracked with a mix of desperation and frustration. "Come on, Pol, I wouldn't scam you! And definitely not over this. Don't give them to Nancy!"
But the only response she got was the unforgiving beep signaling a disconnected call. Polly had hung up.
With a cry of frustration, Vicky slammed the phone back into its cradle, face aflame with rage. The thought that she might've lost her only chance to see Chip in person was a bitter pill to swallow. For a devoted fan like her, waiting for his next tour, possibly a year away, was like enduring a lifetime. She struggled to come to terms with the unforeseen circumstances that led to this moment. If only Timmy hadn't chosen tonight of all nights to make plans.
"That little twerp!" she seethed, casting a glare outside her window in the direction she imagined him to be. "Did he plan this just to spite me?" Her thoughts raced maliciously. "Oh, he's got a date, does he? Well, let's see how he likes it when I add a little 'extra' to his evening."
A creeping shadow swept over Timmy as the sun began its descent, sending chills down his spine. Venturing into one of the shadiest parts of town might've been a mistake, but he had no choice if he doesn't want to be late. The area was deserted and neglected, and the few souls around were likely homeless or lost in the throes of drug addiction. Here, most people minded their own business, and they'd probably turn a blind eye to any crime taking place right before them. Timmy couldn't shake the feeling that he was a potential target for a mugging, left alone to fend for himself. If that were to happen, they'd be in for a surprise, since all he had with him were 7 bucks and three condoms. He'd packed them, hopeful that his date with Trixie would end up well, potentially leading him into her pants.
Normally, Timmy didn't mind walking through this part of town. This time was different. He didn't have his fairies with him, and suddenly, vulnerability crept over him like a gloomy fog.
Navigating the maze of alleyways, Timmy stole a peek at his watch, its hands positioned at half-past seven.
"Great, I've got another 30 minutes to kill.," he muttered wryly, "You really gotta work on your time management, Timmy. Maybe I've been leaning too heavily on my fairies."
As he delved deeper into the winding pathway, the silence seemed to make the walls constrict around him, tightening like a relentless vice, threatening to squeeze the very breath from him. it was a welcome blessing when he saw that the tunnel's end was just a few steps away.
As he was about to make his departure, an unexpected obstruction jutted out of nowhere, a branch perhaps, struck his shin with a terrible jolt, forcing him to stumble and crash to the ground.
"Oh, my apologies," she quipped, her tone dipped with feigned regret, "It was careless of me, sticking my leg out like that."
From the moment those words left her lips, a chill shot down Timmy's spine, his heart racing, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Vicky emerged from her hiding spot around the corner. A wicked smile stretched across her face as she crouched down to Timmy's level, making him inch further into the alley in fear. "Hello, Twerp! I didn't realize it was you. You're looking dapper. What's the deal?" She moved closer as she spoke and relished watching Timmy retreat deeper into the alley.
"This doesn't concern you, Vicky!" Timmy spat.
"But it is, it truly is!" Vicky said with a strong emphasis on the word "truly," her eyes twitching with an unsettling tenacity as she uttered that. Yet, in a blink of an eye, she composed herself, clearing her throat then masking a deceptive calm. "So, who's the lucky girl?"
The question caught Timmy off guard. "What? How did you— I mean... What are you talking about?"
"Quit the charade, Twerp! I know you're heading to a date!"
Timmy said nothing, anxiety and tension clear on his face. He tried standing up but Vicky pushed him back down, the impact knocking the condoms out his coat pocket.
Vicky could see the embarrassment on her victim's face, and she reveled the idea of tormenting him with it. "Seems like someone's about to lose his virginity tonight!"
Timmy's face flushed. "Yeah, Unlike you!"
"Wow, look who's grown a pair," Vicky chuckled, "As you should if you're going to fuck someone tonight. Say, since I'm in a good mood. How about I give you some pointers... Or!" She paused, raising a single brow as if to suggest, "I think what you really need is some... practice. You wouldn't want to disappoint your date, now would you?"
Practice? Timmy felt uneasy about the way that sounded. He thought it was time to flee, for whatever scheme the redheaded devil had in mind didn't bode well for his well-being. Timmy scrambled to his feet, intending to dart back to the other end of the alley. But, much to his dismay, the taller Vicky kept up pace.
"Get back here, Twerp!" Vicky snatched Timmy by the collar, her grip so firm Timmy felt his breath constrict. She now seemed like her usual domineering and menacing self. Dragging the boy away, she led him deeper into the middle of the alley where the dim streetlamp light couldn't reach.
It was a struggle for Timmy, who squirmed and threw futile punches at her arm. Vicky's patience had run out, and she hurled the small child into a stony wall, leaving him somewhat dazed.
"Why are you doing this?" Timmy's voice trembled between fits of coughing. "What did I ever do to you?"
Vicky dropped to her knees, positioning herself to confront the prone boy. "You don't even realize what you've put me through!"
Her fury was unlike anything Timmy had ever seen, totally unhinged, as if she might resort to violence. It seemed wisest for him to remain silent.
"Do you know what your little date has cost me? EVERYTHING! For that, I'm going to spoil your evening!" Vicky snarled, her words punctuated by a menacing grin. "If you're expecting a good fuck tonight... Well, lucky boy! You're about to get one" Vicky drew her lips closer and dragged her command, "take... your clothes... off... NOW!"
A shiver coursed through him as a cool breeze brushed against his damp nervous skin. Following Vicky's request, or more aptly, her command, Timmy threw his suit to the side. In a fluid sequence, he gripped the waistband of his pants. However, he halted, unable to proceed. He couldn't bring himself to unveil in front of someone by force, especially not in the presence of Vicky.
Vicky's expression altered to a scowl, yet she seemed somewhat placated, a subtle smirk illuminating her lips. "Oh, is the Twerp feeling a bit shy?" In an unforeseen move, she squeezed Timmy's wrists with such force that an involuntary yelp escaped him. Extracting his hands from the vicinity of his pants, she uttered a soothing coo, "Allow me." Vicky didn't break eye contact as her hands wriggled the pants free from Timmy, leaving him clad solely in his underwear.
Timmy struggled to come to terms with his current predicament, overwhelmed by embarrassment as he instinctively shielded his face with his hands.
"Come on, no need to be shy! You're on your way to fuck someone and you're acting like—Whoa!" Vicky's words trailed off as she glimpsed the massive dick imprint on Timmy's boxers. Though clearly affected by fear, shriveled, it still maintained a significant size.
"My, my! Quite the surprise there! You're shy with a monster like that? Tsk Tsk." Vicky remarked, commencing the process of undressing Timmy. "It wouldn't be so bad if you weren't such a twerp!"
"Vicky, wait!" Timmy screamed, attempting to halt Vicky from fully exposing him, but it proved futile as Vicky had already stripped away his cover to his ankles. "Oh god, why," he uttered in dismay.
As expected, Timmy's sex was in a flaccid state, shrinking under the weight of embarrassment and shame. However, Vicky, who wouldn't want that to happen, swiftly intervened. Her warm, feminine hands enveloped his member, eliciting a surprised yelp from him. As awful as Vicky was, surprisingly, despite her typical rough demeanor, her touch contradicted expectations—feminine, silky, as though meticulously cared for, like freshly lotioned skin. This unexpected sensation, coupled with the novelty of someone else exploring that intimate territory, coaxed Timmy into a semi-erection, twitching as it eagerly approached full hardness.
"Way to hide those feelings, twerp. You really are a virgin! Perfect, this is going to make it even better!" Vicky chuckled, initiating a rhythmic stroke along Timmy's arousal. Each pass of her fingertips applied an irresistible pressure and tweaked the skin around the head, creating a delicate dance of pleasure and pain. Waves of ecstasy surged through the trembling flesh, and Vicky reveled in the sight of him squirming, utterly incapable of maintaining composure in the face of the intense desire she had ignited within him.
"Vicky, please, that's enough—ughhh," Timmy's fearful pleas evolved into unrestrained moans as Vicky heightened her relentless pumping. She was toying with him. She did that on purpose, waiting for him to say something only to cut him short with a fast, mind-numbing handjob. What were once fervent pleas dwindled into infantile winces and sighs. Timmy's defiance proved unsustainable, especially with Vicky's seemingly smooth hand made even slicker by the dribbles and beads of precum emerging from his slit, enhancing the friction. The urge to scream for his fairies surged within him, yet he refrained; Vicky spotting them would only do more harm than good. He had to endure it all, all this delightful molestation.
"Yeah, it's sooo good, isn't it, twerp! So wet and sloppy!" Vicky moaned in mock, but Timmy, immersed in the torturous pleasure, found it as seductive and enticing. "I bet you're imagining my hands as your little girlfriend's pussy, aren't you, you dirty boy slut? Mhm, yeah, you like that? Her tight cunt around you, pleasing your big fucking cock?~"
"Fuuck~ s-s-hut up! Stop it, Vicky!" Timmy was close to the edge, his climax poised to erupt. A mere few more pumps, and he would succumb to releasing his pent-up arousal, submitting to Vicky's twisted enjoyment. He couldn't allow that, especially not before Vicky, yielding to her desired spectacle that was the vulnerability of male ejaculation. Timmy strived to end this searing torment, attempting to pry the warm clasp of fingers away, but Vicky's free hand intercepted his efforts before any relief could be achieved. Fortunately, this diverted Vicky's attention. Coordinating both the rubbing and restraining Timmy's hand simultaneously proved too much, and the handjob came to an abrupt halt. Timmy experienced a momentary respite as the tickling sensation subsided along with the throbbing of his cock. He was softening again. Yet, the ordeal was far from over; in fact, a more sinister phase was about to unfold.
"Do that again, and I will break it next time!" Vicky's cold eyes froze Timmy as she demonstrated her grip around his arm. "I dare you to intervene, and you'll be one arm short after this," she delivered the threat with an unsettling calmness, far more intimidating to Timmy than when she typically unleashed her familiar anger.
A simple handjob was delicious enough on its own, but nothing had prepare Timmy from Vicky's next move. The babysitter now employed both her hands, the chill of his drying precum warmed once again as two palms enveloped him fully. The familiar stroking persisted.
"Ugh fuucck... you're such a lucky man, twerp. Getting fucked by my sexy fingers like that? Don't they feel like moist, milky pussy? Yeah, they do. You love them, don't you? Oh, of course you do!" Vicky's talk took on a dirtier edge than ever. Alongside these provocative taunts, the sounds of slick raised as precum buildup heightened from the friction. "Oh, you're close! I can feel it... your throbs are giving it away..."
There was an airy warmth suddenly breezing passed Timmy's penis. Vicky was moaning right next to his glossy head, almost close enough so she could suck him off. Timmy never heard Vicky sounding so lewd before. Whether she was faking it or not, Timmy had to admit she sounded so hot, a confession he will never forgive himself.
Vicky continued to moan incessantly, pausing only to catch her breath, a distinction without much difference. Vicky persisted in her sultry dialogue, each uttered word akin to a searing touch upon his sensitive flesh.
To Timmy chagrin, Vicky twisted her wrists as she stroked him. He found himself transported to the heights of pleasure and sensuality. Accompanied by Vicky's synchronized moans, he couldn't resist cherishing the symphony of shared pleasure, contributing his own louder moans to momentarily drown out Vicky's, and she reciprocated in kind.
Timmy could do little more than savor the divine sensation. His body had wholly surrendered, though uncertain whether it had occurred earlier and he had just become aware of it. Regardless, it seemed an inevitable outcome. "V-Vicky, I'm c-close. You have to stop, please. I beg you, don't make me cum!"
"What are you talking about? I'm not doing anything?" Vicky said with devilish tone.
Confused, Timmy opened his eyes to find Vicky's hands at a standstill. It dawned on him—It was him! It was all him! He'd been the one thrusting all along, fucking Vicky's fists without his knowledge. When he had managed that he didn't know. Lust shattered his awareness. He's lost in the overwhelming pleasure, oblivious to everything except the heat coursing through his body.
"I-I..." Timmy, shaking, couldn't believe it. He slowed his thrusting, displaying clear hesitation in his attempt to come to a complete stop, shown by the lingering duration it took for him to fully stop the upward motion entirely.
"Wow, you should've seen yourself, twerp! You were an animal! You went at it!" Vicky couldn't stop laughing at what she'd done to the boy. For a little period, she broke him. She teased Timmy's sensitivity as she slid her palms off his length rather slowly. As they parted, a slimy pop came out and webs of pre-ejaculate formed between her hands and the edged manhood. Oh and how edged that cock was Vicky would notice. It was throbbing for attention, and when she let go of it, a single loose white streak dripped- a failed ejaculation. "Now, I wanna see that same tenacity you just did, but on a REAL pussy!"
Timmy's weary eyes snapped prematurely awake for the scene in front of him was Vicky stripping her pants off.
Timmy never imagined that the first time he would lay eyes on a naked woman in person, it would be Vicky. He wished he could erase the moment from his memory, pretend it never happened, but his eyes begged to differ. His gaze remained, planted, rooted on Vicky's intimate parts. For someone as icky as Vicky, she kept herself groomed as her red bush were neatly trimmed, forming a thin strip that spanned up her mound. The moonlight illuminated her wetness. Timmy was fast to conclude it was not because of arousal but from the torment she had inflicted on him. Nevertheless, the sight of an actual pussy sparked a profound physical reaction in Timmy. Lewd thoughts flooded his mind, his heart raced, and in a matter of seconds, he found himself painfully erect again.
"Wow. Without my help even? Great! Saves us the time." said Vicky as she placed herself atop her victim. In a brisk sequence, she reached behind her, firmly clasping Timmy's throbbing shaft and levelling it teasingly close to her intimate region. The heat seeping out her nether surely reached Timmy, heightening the anticipation. Once she teased him by rubbing his tip against her moist, pink folds, Vicky's entirety trembled. Timmy's precum smothered her. Their melding slick conceiving a symphony of scandalous noises. Unfiltered and impulsive whimpers escaped the both of them. This overstimulation propelled Vicky to slowly lower herself, taking in Timmy inch by inch.
Timmy's jaw fell open, his eyes rolling up as each successive inch of his masculinity disappeared inside Vicky. He slid into her with ease. The contours of her warm inner walls cloaked him, creating a textured passage as he delved further into her depths. Their union culminated with Vicky's buttocks meeting, smacking against his groin in a resounding wet collision. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Timmy released an unrestrained moan, the loudest he'd ever made; a sound he had never imagined emitting.
"That was the most virgin shit I've ever heard!" Vicky's laughter rang about. She sensed the pulsing urgency of his tip knocking against the threshold of her womb. Judging by the intensity of his heartbeat, Vicky could tell Timmy was on the brink of climax. Being a virgin, he likely found it difficult to contain his load post-penetration. Yet, compared to typical virgins she'd previously violated, Timmy showed commendable restraint. Nevertheless, a few more thrusts would undoubtedly test Timmy's resolve. Thus, she would have every bit of it worthwhile. Without deliberate care, Vicky lifted Timmy's legs, pushing his knees toward his chest and spreading them apart to allow her wide ass ample space for her to squat and to straddle his groin.
"Here's a position for subs like you!" Vicky said as she's straddling. "Make sure you teach this to your little girlfriend!"
Timmy's irises vanished completely, his salivating tongue sticking out his limp moaning mouth. The pleasure sent him to sensations totally brand new. Vicky's heat, her moist pussy squeezing him as she fiercely fucked him was all too much for his premature brain. It felt as though every fiber of his being melted, nerves twisting as they received pulses of pleasure. Amidst the music of their entwined bodies, his heartbeat drowned out Vicky's treacherous laughter and the lewd sounds of their coupling. Splatters of slick adorned his face with each forceful collision of their hips. He didn't care for the intensity of Vicky's actions; if such fervor was required to get this unthinkable euphoria, he welcomed it wholeheartedly. Yet, amidst the ecstasy, a singular lament lingered—Vicky. He yearned for another, anyone but her, to be the architect of his pleasure. As Timmy shut his eyes, two visions materialized: darkness and a blurry apparition, a ghostly semblance of someone familiar.
"T-T-Trixie..." It was the first comprehensible thing he had spoken since their merging.
"So that's your bitch's name. Trixie." Vicky glowed. "Bet you're thinking of her right now huh? Thinking it's her tight cunt that's blowing your mind right now! Go ahead! Imagine that slut. It doesn't change things."
Vicky elevated her victim's legs more until his body contorted into a graceful arc. This adjustment allowed her to drive more of Timmy's manhood further inside her. As his tip breached her womb, a surge of electricity rippled through her, Vicky's body jolted igniting a primal moan that echoed through the empty streets. Her grip tightening around Timmy as she ruthlessly rode him, baginal walls tensed with unyielding intensity. Timmy squirmed from the pain; no doubt he's struggling to hold it in now. This whimsy drove Vicky mad, fueling her passion. The mingling of their essences cascading down Timmy's thighs, leaving a glistening sheen in their wake.
"Vicky please get off! I-I'm-"
"I know, Twerp!" Vicky interjected with a grin on her face. The helpless member she had inside stirring, throbbing in an uneven pattern, poised for orgasm. "Pussy too good for you huh? Go on cum as much as you want."
"I can't. Please stop this, Vicky!"
"And why would I do that?"
Timmy remained silent, looking away.
His response was obvious. Vicky knew Timmy was saving his essence for this Trixie girl and she won't stand to let him achieve that. To steal his pent-up sperm that lusted over another woman would be the ultimate insult and payback.
"Imagine you flooding your precious Trixie with such fat load. I bet your already doing it right now, slut. Only..."
Her palms held Timmy's chin and shifted his eluding gaze to her evil sneer. "This is who you're actually going to cum into"
"No! I won't! Get off me, you bitch!" Despite Timmy's efforts, the larger woman kept him pinned, tightly fucking his edged dick to the brink of release. His climax loomed close, his body instinctively thrusting upward in a desperate bid to find release. Helpless against her dominance, Timmy clung to her waist, driving his throbbing shaft deeper into her, penetrating her womb with every inch of his length. With this very final thrust, a more powerful wave of ecstasy surged through him, signaling the onset of his orgasm.
"OH FUUUCKKK!" Timmy pulled Vicky to him with all his strength as he emptied himself inside her. Torrents of his juices gradually flooding Vicky's pussy with each powerful pump. Yet, in his shattered mind, there was nothing but Trixie herself.
"So much thick cum. How long have you been holding it? uugh I can't imagine the pain you've been through. Haah Don't worry, let me help you. mmnh Let it all out. That's it, fill your favorite babysitter to the brim!" Vicky teased in between her panting. Her pussy milked Timmy's dick, draining, greedily sucking all the jizz into her womb.
After minutes of lying exhausted on the ground, Vicky was the first to rise. She concealed her dripping sex beneath her underwear and concealed any evidence of their encounter beneath her tight leggings. Casting a glance back at her panting victim, she resumed her stride toward the street.
"That was fun, Twerp. I hope you learn something out of that. Good luck with your date! HAHAHAHA"
Timmy's eyes flickered with rage, tears streaming down his cheeks. What had this bitch made him do? How will he ever forgive himself after all that? The echoes of Vicky's laughter reverberated in his ears, fueling his fury further. His gaze fixated on a broken bottle nearby, and he stealthily retrieved it, moving silently on his toes toward the unsuspecting babysitter. But just as he advanced, Vicky abruptly stopped at the alley's exit.
"And remember, I'm you're first, Twerp."
The bottle slipped from Timmy's loosening grip. Nothing hardly mattered anymore. Even if he were to end her life then and there, he couldn't erase what had happened. He had lost his innocence to her, and even in death, she would linger in his thoughts. No one ever forgets who they shared their first time with. That moment would forever be etched into his memory whether he wants it or not.
Vicky was long gone now. Timmy remained frozen in place, his arms wrapped around his knees as he surrendered to his tears. The alarm for his date continued to ring, a stark reminder of the reality he was meant to return to.