Being a Gentlemen
Here's the next chapter.
And, as promise, the reason why this is rated M.
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Timmy jogged on the sidewalk as he left his home behind. The, simple, but beautiful, white house diminished in size until it disappeared completely from his view. Which was fine by him, the last thing he wanted on his mind at the moment was his place of sanction that had been disgraced by his target. It only served to make him angrier than he already was, to a point that he thought he would shatter and break apart his body. He wasn't out here to get angrier.
He was out here to settle his rage.
So he focused on two things, first was getting to his destination. A map had already been set up in his mind by memory, so he hardly had to give it much thought. Second was learning the extent and limits to which his new body could handle.
Being a fairy's godchild had given him many experiences in new and different bodies, humanoid or otherwise. Sometimes he was fish, other times a dog, probably a bird every once in a while. It was always smart to learn what he could and could not do in any new body.
Luckily for him, this wish wasn't a new one. He had been transformed into an adult numerous times before, and a sixteen year old twice. It didn't take him long to get used to much longer limbs, but it still felt a little awkward to be moving about as he did. He was obviously heavier, his mass was several times that of his ten year old self. But he was surprised that it hardly weighed him down or affected his movement. His new muscle mass pumped more energy into his legs while absorbing the shock from his feet landing back against the concrete. Plus, longer legs simply meant longer strides and covering greater distance with each step. He was already deep into the night and had yet to tire from his output, this new body completely covered all of its basis and than some.
"Whoa, I can't wait until six years from now-" he thought to himself just before he tripped and fell over a marble that some kid must have left in the street. As he fell, Timmy realized just how clumsy he was in his older body. A reminder that the boy did not have the control that he thought he did. But as soon as he hit the ground, he easily rolled and bounced right back up. Clumsy or not, he was resilient in this form, stronger...powerful even.
He let that thought sink in, making him feel invincible as it empowered the new teenager. He could do things that he never thought possible until now, he could change the world all around himself. Except, that there was no could in this case.
He would change everything, tonight.
It had only been fifteen minutes since he had went running out into the night, but, with an impeccable determination driving his focus, he had quickly made it to his location. Before his very eyes stood a two story, purple house. It had a front door in between two windows, with a garage on its side. Up top, were two windows and a chimney.
This what it, her house.
His hunting grounds.
Turner had tiny beads of sweat developing on his forehead, a effect of his running finally appearing on his body. But, it did not mean his was tired, in fact, he felt great, pumped even. He could run could go running in a race, marathon, or cross country. His breathing might have been more active, but it was well under control. Wiping the sweat from his face, the last thing he felt like was falling over in a heap of exhaustion. There were still many league to which he could be pushed, many miles for him to conquer. He wanted to do it all over again, until he dropped, to show the world what he was capable of.
But, the only one he had to show tonight was waiting for him inside.
Now came the first part to getting his vengeance...getting inside. The front door was definitely not the first choice that seemed plausible. Perhaps he could get in through one of the windows, though, that looked much more like a hasle. He knew he was tough, but thoes windows were pretty high. If he fell, he was pretty sure that he wasn't going to immediately jump back up as if nothing happened. Maybe he should try coming in through the back-
Shaking his head, he'd began to become irritated by how unprepared he was to get inside the house. Here he was, a boy on a mission, and he couldn't get past phase one. Things were already starting to look down on him.
However, there was one more option. He could break through one of the windows, here, on the first floor. Yes, he was stronger than his younger self right now, smashing through the glass windows would be a piece of cake served on a silver platter.
He went back to the street, making sure he had plenty of space for a running start. Once there, he turned back to the house and checked to make sure that there wasn't anything that could trip him like before. Choosing the window on his left side, he clarified that there wasn't any such hazardous debris.
His runway was clear for take off.
Bouncing on the ball of his feet, he suddenly burst forth as charged the window. Timmy had no reason to fear about hurting himself too much, he was tougher than before. His letterman and jeans seemed sturdy enough, they would protect him from any broken shards that tried to cut him. So long as he hit it with his shoulder, and covered his head and neck with his arms, he would be fine.
Halfway at the window, he was pumping more energy throughout his body while bracing it for impact. He felt like a cannonball that had just been fired and was ready to destroy what was in his way. The only thing holding him back was this one nagging thought in his mind, something that disproved of this idea. He ignored it, for what did it know? It's not like he could just go up to the door, knock, and wait for someone to answer.
"WAIT!" he screamed in his head as he suddenly tried to stop himself. He almost fell over a again, but, this time, he tossed his arms to his side and slammed into the window. Hugging it, distributing his weight and momentum so that the window would not break, he became still as he tried to bring himself under control. He had just remembered one crucial thing.
"Her family could've heard me," his mind felt like it was doing loops. His target was not alone, people lived here. Not only would alerting them complicate getting towards her, it would be unfair to them to damage their property just for his quest for justice. Luckily, he didn't hear any cracking from the window, so he avoided breaking it. But, man, that was close.
He had to rethink this, Timmy realized, or, at least, think more carefully. He was a hunter now, and hunters had to avoid getting caught too early in the hunt. He already knew it was a stealth mission, but he had completely forgot about some crucial information that needed to be considered in stealth. Not to mention, disregarding some of the obstacles in his way. Committing all of this to memory, he started to update his plan by looking for a new entrance.
And then the front door opened.
He heard it making a long creak as it opened wide, stopping within just a second. Turning over to it, he saw a little girl staring at him. She was in pajamas, obviously ready to go to sleep, and had little bunny slippers on her feet. Her hair, which was black, was worn in pigtails that stood above her head like antennas. Her mouth was also wide open in shock and he could see the braces in her teeth. She also wore purple horn-rimmed glasses, her most notorious trait that he knew her by.
"...Hi Tootie," he awkwardly waved to her. He had known Tootie for quite awhile, they went to school together. She was a very familiar presence in his life. But, the reason he probably knew her so well was more likely because she had a crush on him. A ridiculously, powerful crush on him. It almost made her as persistent as her older sister, except that she was polar opposite in what she wanted to do to him.
Tootie's mouth open wider as she heard his voice, her pupils dilated as she registered in her mind who is was. She looked as if she were going to scream, to alert the heavens of his attempted intrusion. Timmy cringed as he knew what was coming, that his cover was about to be about to be blown. All of it ended here!
"Uuuuh," was all Tootie manage before she fainted.
"-In hind sight, I should've seen that coming," his mind began to relax as it already accepted this fact. His change was obviously too much for her to handle at the moment, especially when she was least expecting it. The last thing she thought she would see was an older Timmy, at her door, in the middle of the night.
Letting out a sigh, he walked over to her and picked the little girl up. She was as light as a feather, hardly affecting him, and snuggled easily into his arms. She looked like she was having a nice dream, and, as far as Timmy was concerned, she was living it to. Which was fine with him, he figured she deserved some kind of thanks.
After all, she provided him with a way in.
Stepping into the house, Timmy closed the door behind him and took a moment to observe his new environment. Tootie's house was pretty similar to his own, so navigation was pretty easy once he gave it a second. The only difficult part was watching out for booby traps that were hiding around every corner and waiting for a reason to activate. Tootie's sister took security seriously, Timmy almost got caught several times.
But this was one thing he had been prepared for since the begining, and thuse he avoided every single one without fail. He had to watch out for a camera here and there, but eventually he figured his way about and made it up the stairs.
Turning to the room with the open door he walked into what was basically his temple. Tootie's room was filled Timmy-themed objects. Timmy dolls, Timmy portraits, Timmy shrine, there was even a photo shop picture of him and Tootie at a wedding...as the intendeds, of course.
Shuddering at the over display of himself, Turner decided that that the room could do with one less Timmy. Taking Tootie to her bed, he resolved to tuck her in and leave as quickly as possible. When he set her down on the mattress, he stood up to straightened himself. Then he blinked when he noticed that Tootie was floating in the air. But, on closer inspection after rubbing his eyes, he saw that she had actually clung to his chest. He tried removing her, but then she subconsciously grappled his arm. Not sure what to do, he looked around until he found a doll version of himself. Picking it up, he waved it in front of her face a couple of times before she slid towards it. Once he had lead Tootie back to her bed again, he gave her the doll and tucked her in.
As creeped out as he was, he found that a sleeping Tootie that wasn't attacking him-or, at least, the real him-looked sweet. He took her glasses, set them on the counter, and turned off the light. When he was outside her room, he slowly closed the door behind him as to not wake her. Once closed, he turned away from her door.
Only to get a heart attack as he saw her staring right at him!
No wait, this wasn't Tootie, this was Tootie's mom, Nicky. The resemblance between mother and daughter was so strong that he had been mistaken. Course, he should've known that Tootie wouldn't have snuck up behind him to knock Timmy out with a baseball bat...or maybe she would-but that's not the point! Nicky had raised her weapon, high above her head. She was ready to swing, to defend her home and family from this unknown intruder. At first, Timmy thought of pleading innocence, to beg for mercy. "I'm only here in the middle of the night to exact vengeance on your daughter," that didn't sound right, even considering who he was talking about.
Nicky was about to bring the bat on his skull, and Timmy could only watch as the club came down.
And fell on the floor.
"Uuuuh," Nicky's head landed onto his chest as she fainted.
"...Oh, not you to!" the boy shouted in his head as he watched her cheeks turn bright pink. This could be a serious problem if he wasn't careful in the future. Luckily, he caught her before she simply slumped down to the floor. Now he needed to help her get to her own bed.
Looking down the hall, he saw another open door at the end. Picking Nicky up, he carried her bridal style towards it. Along the way, he figured out where Tootie got her personality. Nicky cradled herself like a baby in his arms, smiling lightly as it seemed she was having a nice dream. She wasn't completely light, like Tootie, but she was nowhere near heavy. Once inside the master bedroom, he made out where the bed was in the dark and took her over to it. He gently set her down, checking to make sure she didn't grapple him like her daughter, and backed away as he left.
Just as he was leaving, he heard her husband say "Is it Thursday night already?" The teen nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the man speak, and turned around to see if his mission had been compromised. However, all he saw was Nicky grappling on a redhead who had his back to, both, her and him. The man himself seemed to be half asleep, as he began to snore after the comment.
Quietly, Timmy left them to their peaceful rest. Closing their door, he let out a heavy sigh. At this rate, he might as well spend the night so that he could make them breakfast in the morning.
Shaking his head at the thought, he patted his cheeks together as he tried to regain his focus. Looking up, he made note that there were only three bedroom doors besides the bathroom door. He went to Tootie's room, just came from her parents room, which left the last door to his left in between both of them. Turning to it, he felt everything return to him once more. His anger, his humiliation, his revenge. All of it was just waiting for him, behind that door. Walking towards it at an even pace, soaking in the moment. Once there, he did one last check for booby traps.
And then he opened it.
She was here, he could tell it without even looking. Something about the way this room smelled screamed her name into his head. The bedroom was sort of like Tootie's, except every Timmy picture was replaced with either some popular male celebrity, like Chip Skylark, or some evil dictator/warlord. He new that with just the flip of a certain switch, the room would transform into an armory with one of the largest weapons caches he'd ever seen. But, he wasn't worried about that right now. Instead he turned to his left and saw her.
Vicky laid asleep in her bed, quiet as a mouse. It took him a moment to outline her in the darkness, but, thanks to the moonlight, he could eventually see her. Her chest smoothly rose and lowered as she breathed silently, her pony-tail had come around and rested on top of her. She wore green pajamas underneath the covers of her bed, and used her arms to cradle her head while she was on her side.
Timmy blinked. It was just his imagination, of course, but she almost look innocent. He knew better, for he had seen Vicky fake innocence, but this seemed honest in comparison. A shame she didn't sleep more often, then.
Reaching a hand towards her, he ripped the covers from her body...and went into shock.
Vicky...Vicky only decided to wear her upper pajamas tonight. The only thing guarding the lower end of her body was her pink panties, everything else went free to the world outside of the blanket. Her creamy white skin from her legs and thighs were bare, revealing nearly every inch from the tip of her toes to her hips. What's more, while she was wearing panties, she should probably get new ones. The pair that she had completely thin out around her back side, which Timmy could see due to Vicky having her back to him. Her cheeks...her other cheeks stood completely out as the panties slid in between them. The twin moons seemed to glow as they collected light from the actual satellite itself. He could hardly tear his eyes away, he was completely dumbfounded.
What good was underwear if they didn't cover your own butt?!
Sudden shifting in the bed caused him to look up. To his surprise, he saw Vicky staring back over at him. Her pink eyes shined in the darkness as she tried to make sense of the situation she was suddenly in, observing the stranger that was somehow in her room. When they made eye contact with one another, however, they just stared in still silence. Neither moved, neither spoke, they just seemed to be reading each other through their eyes. It was as if time had stopped, like the earth ceased rotating. Vicky look as if she was caught under some spell and was simply incapable of moving, none of this made any sense to her and it showed on her blank face. Timmy also wore a blank face, because he had simply forgotten why he was here. He couldn't remember anything, even though it was nagging him as hard as it could in the back of his mind.
"Why am I here?" he blinked as the question entered his mind, and that's when the world started moving again.
Vicky had caught the blink his eye made and her mind had finally registered that this was all real. She quickly twisted and turned as she leaped out of the bed, landing at its end where her feet were originally pointing. She turned to her intruder, trying to gauge him more and decide on making the best possible escape out of the room. But, unfortunately for her, just as when Vicky was released from her trance, Timmy had remembered why he was here as soon as she moved.
He came bearing down towards her, like some beast crashing down on its prey. His eyes filled with the rage he had been holding against her all day. As he came closer, he realized one mistake in his thinking. Originally, the wish was made to put him on the same level as Vicky, hence why he chose to be sixteen. But now that he was actually here, he saw that that was simply not true.
He was bigger than her, and he used that to his advantage. As soon as she turned to look back at him, he had already cut off all of her escape routes. His gait would not allow her to get any closer to the window where there was more room to evade him, and instead he cornered her to the bed. This was good, but he could not simply leave her as is. She could still run if she got over the bed. No, he needed to keep pushing her before she could think to do so. Coming closer, he almost didn't notice her balling her fist to strike back. Vicky snarled at him, obviously not liking that he was forcing her around by just a display of power through presence. She was going to stand her ground in the face of this opponent and meet him with greater resistance than he would anticipated.
Lashing out, she sent a powerful punch into his gut. If Timmy hadn't made the wish, this would have sent him flying. As is, it had already stopped him in his tracks and made him want to drop to his knees. He had forgotten that Vicky had this strength lying around, once she had managed to flip him over her when he had taken the form of an adult. Not to mention, she was very agile as well. As soon as the attack went as far as it could go, she pulled back her entire right side to make some distance. At the same time, her left came around and she sent a cross from that side into his face.
The good news was that it actually kept him from falling, somehow shocking him into standing on his feet. Bad news was that it hurt...a lot. He had been punched in the face before as a weak, little ten year old by the school bully, and even with a stronger body now this still hurt more. What's worse, it made him feel a bit dizzy. Unbeknownst to him, Vicky had been aiming for his chin, using the smallest part of his face as a lever to send the damage into his brain. She had to settle for his jaw, but it was still working. What he did know was that she was grinning, already accepting her victory.
But, it was not going to come so easily. Getting hit hurt, but he should've been grateful, for it was a wake up call to his entire body. Right after the punch to his gut had been delivered, he had subconsciously braced himself for more attacks from this assault. The second punch landed on his jaw, instead of his chin, not because Vicky miscalculated, but because he was greeting it. His face was hugging her fist, and thus, distributing the power behind the hit elsewhere besides the brain. He had bounced right back into action, and she didn't even know it. Yet, that soon changed in an instant.
Throwing his right arm up, Timmy surprised the redhead by knocking her left arm away. Thrown off a bit, she watched as his own arm poised above him like the tail of a scorpion. Striking like a serpent upon a mouse, Turner palmed Vicky in her sternum. The hit was as quick as lightning and the impact was explosive as thunder. It sent her back towards the bed post, which she had to grab to keep from falling. She stopped for a moment, taking a second to breath, before looking back towards him. Timmy had gotten closer, decreasing the distance and making it so that his new size would keep her retaliation to a minimum.
"What's going on?!" she finally spoke up. Timmy didn't stop advancing until he was sure he had her subdued, but hearing her voice gave him slight satisfaction.
"This is a nightmare," he said as the victory grin became his own. He wanted her to go on, to beg him for mercy. To serenade his ears with pleas for his pardon, all so that he could just say no. Sing for him his conquest, recite to him her defeat. Speak!
"Now be a good little girl, and scream for me."
He grabbed her around the shoulders, and, in response, Vicky whimpered "Ah!"
...He stopped
...What-what was he doing here again.
Seeking vengeance, bringing justice, balancing the scales so that they were equal once more. If either one of those was fine, then why did this suddenly feel so...sour. He thought that hearing her squeak in terror would bring him even more satisfaction, blissful joy even. However, the only thing that seemed to be inspired inside of him was how wrong all of this was.
Now that he thought about it, none of this was making any sense. What had he been planning back at the house when he should've been asleep, how exactly was he going to bring about justice. Become older, the same age as her so that he could confront the girl head. Then what, scare her? Yes, scaring her was good, scaring her was just fine. And then what, what else would he have done to gain his compensation for all of which she did to him. What else was necessary to satisfy his newly acquired hunger.
And Timmy realized, that in the short amount of time he spent making a plan to get back at Vicky, he had no goal. In other words, he had no plan. All of this, was nothing more than him letting off some steam in a semi-temper tantrum. There would be no end to it, just a continuous descent. He had the body of a teenager but still the mind of a ten year old.
Scaring Vicky was fine, but in no way had he actually thought about hurting her. The palm from before was just meant to push her, and only because she had thrown the first punch. Looking down at her, he saw that her head was turned and that she had grimaced with her eyes closed. Looking towards his right hand, he could see why. Her bruise from earlier today was literally in the palm of his hand, he had unintentionally squeezed. Letting up his grip, he continued to watch as the memory appeared back in his. Both the chase and lie. It should've made him angry, refueling what he had built up so far, but instead he found remorse. When he thought about it, he did cause it to happen. Even though Vicky had been the one to push it to that point, and would have clearly deserved what she'd gotten.
It was funny, he shouldn't have been taking the blame or felt guilty for anything. But, the more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn't want to be angry anymore.
Lowering his hands a bit, so that he wouldn't bother the bruise, he looked towards her without the previous rage. Vicky's grimace had disappeared after a moment, sensing a change in his attitude. Looking towards him, she noticed a change in his eye.
"Um..." Timmy started off, not sure of how to apologize. Letting go of her arms, he finally just said "Sorry-"
He was cut off when Vicky suddenly grabbed his wrist and pressed her lips against his. Eyes widen in shock, it was all he could to keep oxygen coming into his system, through his nostrils, when she blocked the main airway as he was exhaling. Thinking that he was going to collapse, it was a blessing when he finally manage to separate from her. Luckily it was because Vicky had the same idea.
Taking a deeper breath, Vicky whispered to Timmy "Let me dream, love," before she dove back into their embrace. Thanks to the quick breather, Timmy was able to think about more important things.
Like how on earth was he kissing her, Vicky, of all people?! Better yet, why was she kissing him?! He had never been more confused or shocked in his life, surprise was a mild word to use when describing this moment.
Bewilderment was much better, and he was definitely bewildered as her tongue darted into his mouth. At first she played with his lips, inciting sparks of fire and lightning at the slightest touch. Then she moved a little deeper and started taking jabs at his own tongue, not to hard or to rough, just playful little dabs on its edges. It caused his tongue to shift, to pull back and coil like a snake that was getting defensive. So it greatly surprised him when it did just as a snake would and strike back, dishing out its own punishment onto her. Vicky's tongue reacted in various ways, sometimes she became submissive to his touch and allowed him dominate her, other times she tasted him by connecting with a longer impact, and then there were times that she just showed him who was in charge by wrapping her herself around his buckteeth and pulling. Though he didn't go anywhere-his face was pressed against hers-the message was clear.
All of it reminded him of two puppies play fighting, or two kittens play fighting, or a puppy and a kitten play fighting.
It was fun.
"...HOLD ON A MINUTE!" he just remembered that he was kissing his evil babysitter, in a way he never dreamt of kissing anyone before. Pulling back, he desperately tried to escape. But Vicky had a strong gripe on his wrist, keeping his hands at her hips. Eventually, he did manage to break the kiss after a small struggle. Taking a breath, he tried to speak.
But then she surprised him even more.
Vicky jumped up, quickly putting her feet on top of the bedpost as she pulled Timmy closer. Then, she leaped forward, ramming into and knocking him on the ground.
Disoriented, Timmy began to see stars for a bit before he shook his head and freed his vision from them. Looking up, he saw Vicky smiling sweetly down at him. It was strange, because the smile did not contain any evil intent or motive. It was just...sweet.
But that still did not excuse the fact that she pinned him to floor like some kind of wrestler in the ring! Looking to his left and right, the only thing he could see was her thighs on either inside. Looking up, he could only see her and the ceiling. And he...he started to notice some things.
Was Vicky's chest always so manly looking? Maybe it was because he was directly below her this time, before he couldn't help but notice how puffed out it was. Was she doing it on purpose, trying to make herself seem bigger and stronger. Or, had it always been like that and he was just starting to realize. It never occurred to him before today...but, his babysitter had a pretty manly looking chest.
"My eyes are up here," Vicky suddenly said, snapping Timmy from his thoughts. Looking up, his eyes nearly exploded when he saw her holding a pocket knife. Smiling, Vicky swung downwards and Timmy closed his eyes shut. This was how it ended, goodbye cruel world!
He heard the wind blow by, but he had not been touched by the blade once. Feeling some movement, he opened his eyes to investigate. He was still alive, that much was for certain. Looking up, he saw Vicky holding two things. One was the knife, without a single drop of blood on it. She threw it away, allowing Turner to focus on what else she was holding. It was some kind of pink cloth that she had rolled up into a ball. Taking his hat, she stuck it inside.
"For you, my love, something to remember me by," she grinned blissfully as her cheeks turned red. Blinking, Timmy wondered what she could've possibly meant by that. Then, he got the incentive to look back down.
He froze. Vicky wasn't wearing panties anymore. Instead of the pink fabric, all he could see was red hair down in that area staring back at him. Now, of all things that had happened that night, this was almost the most shocking. Tootie fainting was passive for him, Tootie and Vicky's mom fainting was a bit scary, Vicky doing the one eighty out of all of the women in the household by staying awake and getting active while still heading in their general direction by kissing him was insane. The removing of her panties was downright ludicrous, and almost the most shocking thing that night.
Almost.
"Good GOD! What happened to your-" Vicky cut off Timmy by driving her crotch into his face. But even so, the boy still let loose a few muffled screams. Someone had done the unthinkable and ripped off Vicky's penis! "No wonder she's always so evil and mean!" he said in his head as she pressed up against him, it all made so much sense now! From what he could tell at first glance, the only thing that had been left was a slit opening. Like a pair of pink lips that hanged from upside down in her nether region. If...if someone had done that to Timmy Jr. he would probably act the same. He could hear her above him, breathing loudly as she sat on his face.
"MMM-MM, MMIS MSM MO HM M-" he was trying to say "Vicky, this is no time to be playing games! We need to get you to a doctor, ASAP!" but couldn't get a word past her walls.
Vicky, however, did shiver a bit everytime he spoke. She once let out a tiny gasp "ah," before biting her lower lip. Timmy was getting ready to give it another shot, to convince her how serious this matter was.
"Stop teasing me, lover, and kiss me," she said suddenly. Timmy looked up at her, and saw that she was looking down at him. There was something about the way her eyes shined, somehow holding tears inside them as she gazed into his own. Something told him, that he didn't need to explain the gravity of this, but instead needed to understand it himself. She already was serious, at all times.
"Please...Timmy," she pleaded, begging him for his own mercy.
He didn't blink, his pupils just dilated for a moment before he closed both of his eyes. And then he granted her boon.
Pursing his lips forward, he kissed the ones that were waiting for him. Vicky responded with more audible breathing, gasping for air as he gave her kisses from below. It was then that Timmy realized that like the kissing they did before, this was also pleasurable for her. She responded to him much stronger then the normal kiss on the lips, and even went as far as to rub herself against him. So, just from that, he figured that it would also be better for him to kiss her like before.
He flicked out his tongue to touch the edge of her lips, just like she had first done to him. The results was more than just her breathing, she let out a squeak before catching herself. She was as surprised as he was by the sudden change. Taking note, he released his tongue once more as he started to play again. The lips weren't in the same direction as the ones on his face, but instead were vertical. He had to adjust the way in which he licked her, but not by much. There was no tongue to play with, but he did find out where the entrance was. There was a small, wet hole that he found through exploring, and, upon entering it, he heard Vicky let out a moan unlike any one he'd heard before.
She had made all sorts of sounds throughout the whole ordeal, but this particular one told him that this was where she wanted him. He figured that she liked it, he couldn't physically tell for himself. What he did notice was the particular smell and taste of this new territory. They were strange, and he did not know exactly how to describe them. They weren't bad, just a little weird in how easily they kept him invested. Quickly, he returned to this hole and began lapping at the inside. In response, Vicky had reached down and took hold of his head. Until now, he had been resting between her two, smooth, warm thighs. But now she'd begun to run her fingers through his hair as she was barely able to contain herself.
"Mmm-yeah, right there-oh!" were the last coherent words that came out of her mouth. The rest were just heavy breathing and partial moaning that she could barely control anymore. Timmy could feel a change in her, something was coming out. Rising like the pressure in an active volcano, seconds from erupting. Out of curiosity, he wanted to see what would happen if he pushed her so far.
He wanted to see her explode.
Yet, he didn't get the chance when she suddenly pulled off him. In an instant, she was gone and had taken the warm touch of her thighs with her. Timmy thought that he had done something wrong, and was about to raise himself to ask what it was. He didn't get very far, however, because she threw herself right back on him. Her knee had come around his head and she placed her region right back on his face. Looking up, he was surprised to see her rear end above him. It felt strange to see the round orbs of her buttocks come this close to his face, making it redder than what he already was. But it did bring another question into his mind.
Where was the rest of her?
Timmy could feel Vicky lower herself onto him, the merest touch made an alarm go off in his head. Her stomach lay on top of his chest. Her manly, but, surprisingly, bouncy and soft chest pushed against his own gut and waist. Which must have meant her face was near..."Oh god."
They needed to stop, just long enough for him to ask her what exactly she was planning to do. In fact, he still hadn't gotten over the fact this was his babysitter on top of him and doing these weird things to him. It had somehow been overlooked and push into the back of his mind due to everything that was happening all at once, but it was still there and needed some answers. How did they even get here, one moment he was plotting for revenge, next he decided that it wasn't worth it, then they just jump to this! What was going on-
Ziiiiiip. The sound came from below his waist line, and Timmy realized with a shock just what it was. His fly had been opened, by her! And she didn't stop with just opening, no, her hands began to rummage inside of his pants. Timmy began to squirm from beneath her, trying to get her to stop. The only response was a giggle as Vicky forcefully pushed his jeans off. Then, when they were low enough, she grabbed the edge of his draws, at his waist, and yanked them downwards in one, quick motion.
Timmy noticed two changes that he had not noticed before, the first was how it suddenly became windy. It was much cooler in the room than just a moment ago, very breezy. The next change was the pain that had come from his crotch. It wasn't the same as getting hit there, in which case he would fall to his knees as he lost all feeling. But, instead, it was a contortion and compression to the highest degree. It was as if someone had taken his member and twisted it like a towel until it was really hard. But instead of someone twisting him, it was some internal force that had pushed and stretched him to the limit. Leaving an aching muscle to be tortured by the cold wind.
He gasped when he felt Vicky's fingers gather around it, her smooth hands cradling him gently. "So beautiful," was all she said before going silent. Timmy, through all of the reasons for his blushing, blushed. Not only was she seeing it, but she was complimenting it as well. He no idea what to think anymore, he was just so shocked.
The teen felt one particular current of air that had been constantly bathing his sensitive member ever since it was released, and realized that it was her breath. Suddenly becoming aware of just how close she was to it, Timmy's mind didn't have the time to prepare to comprehend what she did next.
The cold air suddenly disappeared, as it was blocked out by the walls of Vicky's mouth. Timmy suddenly bucked upwards as he felt her surround him, reacting as if she had just hit a nerve. Vicky had stopped her descent on his penis, not exactly prepared for the buck. But soon, she continued to take him in until he felt himself touch what could have been the back of her mouth. Timmy had become still in every possible way, trying to adjust to the situation. It was cramped inside of Vicky's mouth, hardly any room for movement. Also, it was a strange combination of hot and wet. The warmth was much appreciated, compared to the cold air from before, and the wetness soon affected and moisten him up. Vicky's tongue, the same one that he had kissed with just minutes ago, was also there. And it was still as active as it was during their kiss, punching, lathering, wrapping, pulling, and just swimming around him. It was enough to try and make him speak advance gibberish through his own tongue as he returned to licking her once more.
Now, he had to do it, because it was the only way he was able to keep a smidget of what was left of his sanity. The feeling that he was getting from Vicky, right now, was pleasure, intense, uncontrollable, pleasure. Everytime she move around him he tried to move with her, to mentally force himself to follow her. His penis would twitch at times, spasming inside her, but, otherwise, it stayed still and had to endure her overwhelming torture. He retained focus and consciousness by sending his tongue on a dancing spree throughout her hole, as far as he could go. Was this the same pleasure that she felt when he licked her? Vicky shifted a bit as he lashed into her without remorse, unable to sit still as he wasn't capable of mercy at the moment. As a result, she started to lift herself from his member, dragging her lips slowly across him. Timmy was suddenly worried that she was going to leave him once again, but the redhead stopped when she reached the head.
Her tongue focused its assault all on this point, and was even more nerve racking. His head was far more sensitive than the rest of his penis as a whole, and every movement felt so much more shocking. Luckily for him, Vicky didn't stay there for too long and began to take more of him back in again. She started a rhythm where she inhaled and exhaled him, her head going up and down. Her tongue was never in one place for more then two seconds, sometimes going to the mid range of his penis and other times going to the head. Timmy went nearly crazy as she played with him, and, in return, tried to do the same to her. When his tongue dove in her, he didn't just dart around anymore. He took his time to taste her, to drag himself across her inner walls. And sometimes, he would return to the outside to lick her lips once more.
He noticed how incredibly wet she had gotten, partially due to his slobber but he was pretty sure that there was another reason to it. Probably the same reason he felt the internal pressure inside his member increased greatly sense it had first been released. All of this was pleasurable, but he could sense that an incredibly large part of that pleasure was being held back. Stockpiling and gathering into a ticking time bomb that was simultaneously inside both of their bodies. It was just like before Vicky had turned around on top of him, the maximum capacity of a volcano reaching its limits.
At first, he wanted to push pass that limit, but now he wasn't so sure. All of this was feeling great, but what exactly would happen when you actually pushed too far. With everything that had been going on, it actually scared him on what the possibility could be. He wasn't all too sure that he was ready for the risk it had in store for him.
However, by time he realized all of this, it was to late.
In the height of the passion and exploration, Timmy had found a new toy. It was outside the hole, and at the end of the vertical lips. A tiny little knob that stood out of place, a perfect target for him to play with. Upon his first contact with it, Vicky shivered and whimpered at the touch. He somehow knew that this was her version of his head, and decided to punish her for torturing him the way she had. He came at it like a blitzkrieg, from all directions and very fast. Pressing it, harpooning it, flicking it childishly as if it were a light switch. Vicky shuddered on top of him, completely at his mercy.
Timmy had none, and continued to push her until she broke.
Vicky let out a muffled scream as her body tightened around him, flatting herself on his own. Timmy knew that she had reached the limit, because, in return for pushing her this far, she had done the same to him. When Vicky screamed, she also pushed herself a little farther onto his member and took in even more of it than she did before. This, combined with the vibrations from the scream, pushed him over the edge. All that pressure, everything that he had been building up to this moment, locked away in a cage that continuously got smaller, push him to do something that he could only describe in one word:
Coming.
His penis exploded inside of Vicky's mouth as something came out of it. It stung as it broke free, but the immense pleasure that followed was amazing. Every jet blasting out of him, did so at the height of a wave of this pleasure. Every one that exploded out of him caused his hips to buck upward as he tried to get deeper. He was unable to stay still or quiet, throwing his arms around Vicky's lower back as he raised himself to a sitting position. Pushing his face forward into her crotch, he hardly noticed her looping and hooking her legs around the back of his head to bring him closer. He let out a roar against her lips as he continued to erupt in waves of pleasure. Vicky also a shudder frequently as she hit her own climaxes as well. This went on for what seemed like a blissful forever.
But eventually, even it ended.
Timmy didn't know when, just that he was lying back on the floor. Vicky had disappeared from on top of him, the cold wind returned to the lower region of his body. His mind went into a series of lapses as he tried to keep conscious. It wasn't easy, though, for all he wanted to do was fall asleep and never wake up.
However, he was still able to notice a bit of movement coming from his left. Turning, he saw bits of her red hair and pink eyes come close to him.
Then he watched as Vicky plant a kiss on his cheek before laying her head down on his arm.
"Best. Nightmare. Ever," she smiled and drifted off to sleep.
Leaving Timmy to think of how ironic that was for the both of them.
A moment of silence for all the tissue paper that lost their lives while you read this, they will be missed.
Also, for all of you who thought he was going to rape her, what did you expect? He was just ten a half hour ago.
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