Fairly Odd Parents Porn Story: Timmy’s ultimate fantasy

Prologue:

Vicky got home late that night and sat in her car, trying to sort out the thoughts that ran through her mind like a freight train. Her mind flashed back and forth from the time she first met Timmy, to the steamy session they shared just hours ago.

Did I miss something along the way?. . . something that might have tipped me off that I had even a smidgen of feelings for the boy?. . . that one day I’d have my legs wrapped around his waist while screaming out his name? she thought. Not that she didn’t enjoy herself, it’s just that the animosity they shared up until this day would seem to have precluded their lovemaking.

Still, she was his first lover, taking his cherry before his girlfriend Lia did. But what gave him the idea that she had “experience?” Hell, Vicky was a late bloomer whose figure didn’t start filling out until late in her junior year, and no guy would even give her a glance before that. She didn’t have a boyfriend until her senior year, and he was a college student. Gerald. Ah, Gerald! she remembered, Now he had “experience!” Vicky thought back to the days when he’d come to visit her while she babysat Timmy. It was at the Turner home where she lost her own virginity and, perhaps, it was fitting that, there, she would take someone else’s.

On those nights when Gerald came over, she’d make Timmy go to bed early so she and Gerald could romp through the house in their birthday suits. Then it dawned on her. So that’s why he thought she was “experienced!” Those wonderful lavender eyes of her’s turned hellfire red as she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Timmy Turner! You miserable little peeping . . .!” It was a good thing she was still sitting in her car, so that the neighbors couldn’t hear.

Several blocks away, Timmy was lying in bed, playing with himself when suddenly his erection began to shrivel. It withdrew into his fist like a snail into its shell, then was gone. Uh oh, he thought, this can’t be good!

Fix Me!. . .Please!

Timmy paced his bedroom floor. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? Did I catch something from Vicky? I should call her, maybe she’ll know what to do! Wait! It’s 1:00 am, I can’t call her now! I’ll have to wait till sunrise!

Needless to say, Timmy did not sleep for the rest of the night, and looked like crap the next morning.

“Oh dear, Timmy,” his mom said, “you look awful! Maybe you should stay home today. I’ll call the school and let them know.” Timmy carried on, feigning illness. He ate a little breakfast and trudged back up the stairs to his room, waiting for his parents to leave. He changed out of his pajamas, stood in front of his mirror and sighed. It was gone. That which defined his masculinity, his maleness, had somehow withdrawn back into his crotch so suddenly, it took with it the other apparatus of his sex . . . his testicles! What remained was the tip of his penis, and flaps of his scrotum sticking out of a long, narrow slit. It looked for all the world like a female vagina . . . except with a very large clitoris. Timmy groaned as he put on his clothes, then sat on his bed with a blank look on his face. He waited for his parents’ cars to disappear down the street, then bolted out of the house to Vicky’s.

Tootie was getting ready for school when she heard the doorbell ring. Her parents had already left for work, and only she and Vicky were home. The doorbell rang again, followed by some frantic knocking. She looked through the peephole. Ohmigawd! It’s Timmy Turner! What’s he doing here? It had been years since she gave up on the notion of making Timmy her boyfriend, but she had grown pretty as the years went by, and when she finally took off those uncomfortable retainers, she became the darling of the boys in her school. Still, there was that lingering curiosity about that one boy that escaped her. What does he want now?

She opened the door and tried hard to give him her best “pleasantly surprised” smile.

“Hi Tootie! Is Vicky home? I need to see her right away! Please, please, please, please, please!” he begged.

“Uh, yeah . . . but she’s upstairs, still asleep.” she said, somewhat bewildered.

Timmy rushed past her, “Thanks!” and up the stairs he went. The surprised Tootie watched dumbfounded as he disappeared up the staircase. Huh! After all these years of chasing after him, he finally comes to my house, and he wants to see Vicky? This ought to be good!

He pounded on Vicky’s bedroom door, “Open up Vicky! I need to talk to you! Hurry!” he yelled.

The noise jolted Vicky from her sleep. “Wha? Who?” she mumbled, peering through bloodshot eyes. She’d been up all night, thinking of obscene ways to extract vengence on Timmy for his “spying.” Now she was hearing his voice? “I must be dreaming.” she slurred as her eyes slowly closed again.

“Vicky! Please!” Timmy gave out one last desperate shout.

Vicky’s eyes flew open. He’s here? I’m gonna skin him alive! She nearly fell out of bed trying to get to the door. “Turner? That you? You’d better be dying or you will be soon!”

She threw on a robe before opening the door, and he rushed in before she could say a word. He bounced around with his hands on his crotch. Vicky scratched her head and narrowed her eyes at him. “What the hell?”

“It’s gone! It’s gone! Vicky, you gotta help me get it back! Please!” He was on the verge of tears.

Seeing him so anxious made her forget her anger for the moment. “All right, all right! Calm down, Timmy! What’s gone?”

“My . . . my thing . . . my penis! It’s . . . it’s gone!” he grimaced.

“Really now?” she smirked, “This I gotta see! Take your pants off!”

Tootie, who had been listening from downstairs, felt her jaw drop at those words.

“But . . . you’re gonna laugh!” he said.

“No, I’m not! So drop ’em already!” Timmy did as he was told.

Vicky stared blankly at his male “vagina,” then turned around in an effort to stifle a guffaw. Tears began building in her eyes, and she tried hard not to fall to the floor laughing. “Stay put. I’ll be right back!” She ran into her sister’s room and threw a pillow over her face to muffle her laughter. This is better than any retribution I could think of! she snickers.

She returns to her room with a tube of personal lubricant and a flashlight.

“What . . . what are those for?” Timmy gulped.

“Well, I need to do a little inspection to find out where ‘winky’ is hiding!” she said with a devious grin. “Sit down, Timmy, this may feel a little cold!” Vicky squeezed out a bit of jelly onto her hands and applied it to his “labia.” Slipping a couple of fingers in, she began probing him. “Hmm. Beans and weiner are still in there alright. What the hell did you do, Turner?”

Timmy closed his eyes as he felt Vicky’s fingers deep inside of him.

“Huh? Why, Turner, you little perv! You’re actually enjoying this!” Vicky smiled.

“I can’t help it. It . . . it feels so good!”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it just yet. We’re getting to the bottom of this, literally! Now turn around and put your hands on the bed . . . now where’d I put that flashlight?”

“What are you gonna do with that?” Timmy started to panic.

“Don’t get your panties in a knot, dearie. It’s not for what you think!” Vicky laughed at her own little joke, as she slathered more lubricant on her fingers.

Unbeknownst to them, Tootie had snuck up the stairs and was quietly observing the two figures playing “doctor.” She interrupted their “examination.”

“Hey! Is that my tube you’re using? What’s going on here?” She stood there in the doorway with a big grin on her face.

“Go away, Tootie! Don’t look at me! Please!” Timmy whimpered.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school today?” Vicky said a little annoyed and apparently unconcerned that she was there anyway.

“Not with Timmy Turner in my house doing naughty things with my sister!” she giggled.

Timmy stood up and covered himself with a pillow. It was like one of those nightmares people have about running around naked in public. Unfortunately, this was real.

“Aw, c’mon Timmy, it’s not like I haven’t seen a naked guy before.” Timmy sighed, then dropped the pillow from his hands. “Eeek!” Tootie jumped back. “You were a girl all this time?”

“No, Toots,” Vicky interjected, “. . . he had an . . . accident!”

“Oh, poor Timmy! What happened?” she asked. Timmy looked towards Vicky for some help.

“Don’t look at me,” she grinned, “I’d like to know myself!” He raised his arms in frustration.

“I don’t know how it happened. ” said an exasperated Timmy, “It just . . . I was . . . playing with . . .”

“You were masturbating?” giggled Tootie, “Flogging the dolphin? Spanking the . . .”

“Yeah! Okay? I was . . . beating off when my penis suddenly shrank on me.”

Tootie got down on her hands and knees, taking a closer look. She flicked the tip of his male “clit” and it jumped forward a bit, before retracting again. Timmy bit his lip as the hairs at the back of his neck stood up, electrified.

“Hmm,” Vicky stroked her chin, “Do that again. A little longer this time!”

Little sister obliged, wetting her fingers on the clear drops that exuded from the tip of his slit, then rubbed circles around Timmy’s clit. It seemed to make it swell up, but failed to make it budge. Timmy gasped, as Tootie let up.

“Did you like that?” she smiled.

“No! It’s like you were just teasing me!”

“You might wanna keep that in mind when you’re with your girlfriend,” she smirked, “we girls don’t like to be teased like that for too long either!”

Vicky let out a chuckle. “Well, well. Little sister’s been growing up under my nose, huh? When did you become an authority?”

Tootie grinned. “How long have you been sneaking into my supply of strawberry lube?”

“How long have you been borrowing my vibrator?” Vicky shot back. Tootie began to blush.

“That long, huh?” she laughed.

Timmy rolled his eyes, “Hey! Can we get back to me?” he said impatiently.

“Cool your jets, Turner. It seems that all your equipment is still there, only stuffed up inside. Let me check one more place!” She shoved a lubed finger into Timmy’s tail pipe, eliciting a yelp from the blue-eyed boy. “Yep! It’s all backed up in there! Maybe if I push from this side . . .” She inserts another couple of fingers in, trying to push on the bulge in his bowels. Timmy let out another groan. He was beginning to like it!

“Wait a sec.” Vicky opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out a twelve inch latex dildo. Timmy gulped at the sight and felt his penis shrink back even further.

“It’s going back in!” Tootie shrieked as his “clit” withdrew another half inch.

“Lick it!” ordered Vicky.

“Oh . . . okay!” Tootie made a tentative lick, and the beanie popped out again! Timmy exhaled in relief as Tootie’s ministrations began to grow in pleasure. Still, he worried about the monstrous sausage about to be rammed into his intestines!

“Couldn’t you just give me a pill or something? Don’t you have, like, a pack of Viagra somewhere?” Vicky’s eye twitched, and the fire returned.

“And what . . . makes . . . you . . . think . . . I . . . keep . . . a . . . pack . . . of . . .Viagra handy?” she smiled malevolently.

“Don’t you?” he replied quite innocently.

Vicky suddenly regained her composure. “No I don’t, but I’m pretty sure your problem is psychological, and not physical. If that’s the case, then a bucketful of Viagra ain’t gonna help.”

“Wha .. . . whadda you mean?” he stammered.

“Maybe you have a guilty conscience, hmm?” she whispered into his ear as she started to slip her huge sex toy up into his anus. Her fingers had stretched his sphincter enough so that the dildo slid in rather easily. That is, until it hit the blockage.

Vicky thrust in and out rapidly, trying to get it in deeper. Timmy began moaning in rhythm, having Tootie licking his crotch, while her big sister was stuffing his backside with a boa constrictor.

Damn! It’s too soft! She would have to try a different tack.

“Now then, Turner, about that guilty conscience . . .? Is there anything you want to get off your chest?”

“I . . . I don’t know where to begin.”

“Well, for starters, maybe you feel you cheated on your girlfriend by screwing me or . . .?”

“Or what?”

Vicky sighed. “Doesn’t much matter, as long as you’re able to admit it to yourself.”

Timmy began to cry. “Yes, I worried that maybe I was cheating on Lia when I came to see you, and I’m sorry for all the nasty things I’ve ever said about you in the past . . . and I’m sorry for all those nights I watched you and Gerald making out!” Vicky wasn’t expecting to hear that confession.

Stunned, she felt her anger evaporate. She released the huge dildo from her grip and threw her arms around his neck. The dildo slid out of his butt, and fell to the floor with a damp thud.

“I’m losing him!” Tootie said frantically. She gave up on the licking and tried to suck the swollen mushroom out of him!

“I’m sorry for everything, Vicky. I’ve come to love and respect you. Will you ever forgive me?” Timmy said as his eyes filled with tears.

“Yeah, twerp. I love you too, but sometimes love hurts,” she reaches for the twelve inch metal flashlight, “. . . and this might hurt a bit!” Vicky kissed him on the cheek, then plunged the hard metal cylinder deep into his rectum, forcing his penis out the the other side.

Tootie’s eyes sprang wide open as she suddenly found herself choking down Timmy’s huge meat stick!

“I forgive you, Turner.” Vicky whispered into his ear.

With that absolution, Timmy shot his load deep into Tootie’s throat, causing her to gag. She withdrew, but caught his last spurts square in the face! She looked up to see her sister and one-time heart throb locked in an intense embrace and kiss. Gosh, that looks good, she thought, wish that was me. Tootie got to her feet and was about to leave the room, when Vicky grabbed her by the wrist.

“Your turn, twerpette!” she said as she pushed her and Timmy together.

He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “I’ve always tried to avoid you when we were younger, but that didn’t mean I didn’t like you. I was just too young to know any better. I’m sorry. You’re really cute, and have lots of guys after you. Maybe if I hadn’t met . . .” Tootie stopped him, putting a finger over his lips.

“Don’t say it. I understand. I’m just so glad I had this one moment with you!” She smiled broadly.

Timmy pulled her up to him, oblivious to the cum dripping off her face and lips, kissing her hungrily. Tootie returned the kiss with a ferocity of her own.

Vicky watched earnestly. Wow! Good job, Turner!

He reached up towards the back of Tootie’s neck as Vicky had instructed, and buried his fingers into her hair, grasping lightly. He now had control over the direction and intensity of the kiss. Tootie mewled out her pleasure and allowed Timmy to take the lead as he kissed and licked the drops of sperm that still clung to her face. His free hand began to travel up to her succulent young breasts, unbuttoning the blouse she wore and exposing her bra.

Big sister stopped him. “Uh, uh, uh!” she wagged her finger. “Can’t risk you having another guilty conscience relapse, can we?” she smiled.

“But we have so much to make up for!” Tootie complained through her half opened eyes. Timmy turned a bright crimson red.

“Sorry Tootie,” he smiled sheepishly, “guess I got carried away!”

“Oh Pooh!” she pouted, then sighed.

“Go on, Timmy, put your pants on and get outta here!” said Vicky. She pulled out the flashlight still imbedded in his rear, and it exited with a loud pop.

“Ah!” he yelped. “That was starting to feel good!”

“Come back another time and we can find out just how much you like it!” she smirked.

He threw his pants back on and blew them both a kiss before heading out the door.

“Have fun with Lia!” Vicky waved. Tootie smiled and let loose another big contented sigh.

“What a way to start off your morning.” Vicky yawned, then eyed her younger sister. “Where’d you learn to lick carpet like that?” she grinned. Tootie just laughed.

“I never did it before! But it just seemed so natural to me. Was a good experience, though, I am starting to get kinda curious.”

“Missed a spot.” Vicky wiped a gob of Timmy’s cum off of her sister’s face with a finger, and popped it in her mouth.

“I’m still horny!” Tootie said as she parted Vicky’s open robe.

“And still curious, I see!” Vicky peels off her baby sister’s unbuttoned blouse. Tootie smiled.

“You’d be willing to do your own sister?” she grins.

“Would you?” Vicky retorted.

Tootie laughed. “Sure . . . why not?”

———

Vicky laughed. “That’s real tempting, you know,” she said eyeing her sister’s cleavage, “. . . but

I’ve been up most of the night, and I need just a little more shut eye before we can fool around!”

“Boy, you’re no fun, old fart!”

“Old fart?” Vicky chuckled, “I’ll show you who’s the ‘old fart’ here! Just give me an hour, okay? Please?”

“Promise? I’m gonna hold you to that, otherwise I’m gonna rape you while you’re sleeping!” Tootie grinned. Vicky just shook her head and smiled.

“Never thought I’d see the day! I knew you’d turn out a little aggressive by the way you went after Turner when you were still kids, but you’ve got an over-active libido, hon!”

“Nah! I’m still jazzed about Timmy being here!” she sighed.

“So, you’re not really serious about getting it on with me, then?” Vicky smirked.

Tootie threw her arms around Vicky’s neck, “I’m dead serious!”, then crushed their lips together.

By now, all thoughts of taking that short nap had vanished from the red-head’s mind, as her sister splayed her robe wide open and pushed her onto the bed, giggling. Vicky was surprised how eager Tootie was to satiate her “curiousity” about the same sex. She straddled Vicky’s hips, then ravaged her breasts, kissing and licking circles around her sister’s plump areolas.

Vicky moaned as she arched her back, trying to stuff a nipple between Tootie’s hungry lips. She fell back gasping as Tootie sent a hand into her panties, and began stroking her now gushing pussy. It felt like an octopus was in there, probing, exploring, sliding in and out of out her hot damp hole. Tootie plucked gently at the piercings imbedded in her big sister’s labs and clit, before sending a few of her fingers into her pussy.

Not to be outdone by her younger sibling, Vicky reached up behind her and deftly undid the bra fastners.

Tootie’s breasts, not overly large, but firm and shapely, fell onto Vicky’s flat belly. The raven-haired girl had found Vicky’s sweet spot, and massaged it relentlessly. Vicky came in her hands, grunting and writhing as the orgasm hit again and again. She grabbed Tootie by her pig-tails, “St . . . stop, Tootie, or I swear I’m going to pee on you!” Tootie let up, giggling, as Vicky collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air.

“That sounds interesting!” Tootie remarked, crawling up to her sister, “. . . wonder what you’d taste like!”

Vicky, still breathless and shaking like a leaf, kissed her on the forehead. “What’s gotten into you, girl? It’s like being with Timmy woke up some primeval animal in you!”

“Mmmm, yeah! I can smell him on you, and I just want to eat you up!” she purred.

“Smell?” Vicky puzzled, as she held her sister closer, ” Yeah, I can smell him on you, too, like a musk.” She nuzzled Tootie’s face, “Now I’m getting really aroused!” she laughed.

In a flash Vicky flipped her sister over and was now on top. Tootie shrieked with delight, then placed her hands overhead. They stared into each others eyes for a few moments.

“Gawd, Toots! For some reason I have this overwhelming desire to fuck you!

“I’m ready anytime you are,” little sister cajoled, “I feel the same way, too!”

Vicky touched her on the cheek. “But that’s just it! I’ve been with a couple of girls before, just to satisfy my own curiousity, but they didn’t excite me that much . . . not like the way I’m feeling for you right now!”

“May as well go with the urges, Viv!” Tootie said as she thrust her breasts up into Vicky’s face. Vicky accepted the offering, planting soft kisses around the younger girl’s puffy peaks.

“Ungh!” Tootie groaned, “You . . . you’re teasing me sis!” She wrapped her legs around Vicky’s waist and pulled her forward, pressing her nipple into her sister’s mouth.

Vicky couldn’t help but laugh to herself. Why were the two of them so horny? For the moment, she didn’t care. She just wanted a piece of her sweet little sister’s pussy, melting in her mouth. I’ll figure it out later. “Hey girl, let me teach you a thing or two about ‘licking carpet!” Tootie squealed in anticipation as she watched the red tresses making its way down her body, to her sopping wet cunt.

xxxxxx

Timmy was beat by the time he got home. He needed a shower badly after smearing his cream all over his and Tootie’s faces. He laughed to himself as he thought about it, having sprayed her face, then licking the jizz off. He’d never even tasted himself before, but found himself thinking forbidden thoughts . . . “guy love.” Still he smiled as he splashed some water on his face, then patted himself dry. Tossing the towel onto the counter, he rushed off to his room to text Lia. Surely she must be wondering why he wasn’t in school on the eve of their anniversary.

He plopped himself down on his bed, whipping out his cell phone at the same time.

[Hi babe! Sorry I’m not in school at the moment, but I had a bad cold, so my mom sent me off to the doctor’s to have me checked out (he was lying, of course!), after all, wouldn’t want to be sick for our “hot date” tomorrow!] Timmy was sure she wouldn’t get back to him right away, but was surprised when he got an immediate response.

[Where are you now, dummy? I was worried!]

[I’m at home resting. Didn’t get much sleep last night.]

[I’m coming over!]

[Aren’t you in school?]

[I can get a pass! See you in a bit!]

Timmy chuckled to himself. He was always willing and ready to be with Lia anytime. “I’d better shower to make sure I don’t have any lipstick or perfume on me.” he smiled.

A hot steaming shower would be just the ticket to relax himself from a long, sleepless night. I hope I don’t fall asleep when she comes by. He slipped a couple of fingers into his bung hole, still slick with Tootie’s strawberry flavored lubricant. Gotta make sure there’s no trace left from this morning. Didn’t realize how sensitive my ass is! Just thinking about it made him horny as hell, and he felt a boner coming on. “Down, boy!” he laughed as he playfully slapped “little Timmy” side to side. He was glad to see his penis back to normal and greeted it like an old friend by extending his hand and “shaking” it!”

“Oh yeah!” He smiled as he stroked himself. “I’m back in the saddle!”

Timmy readied the shower as he continued beating off. He watched himself in the mirror, whipping his willy, and found it slightly arousing. He’d never looked at himself while he was doing it before, and so was entranced by his own reflection. His cock wasn’t porn star big, but it was bigger than most, and his slim waist made him seem even bigger. He looked on intently as he neared his orgasm, trying hard to restrain himself to increase the intensity of the ejaculation. With one last stroke and grunt, he shot his load high up onto his mirrored image.

The blue-eyed teen had to be surprised by his effort. Whoa! Must be some kinda height and distance record! I can’t even piss that far! He remembered back to when he was younger, and he, AJ, and Chester would have pissing contests in the back of the trailer park. That brought a smile to his face. Cum was a whole lot different. It was thicker, more viscous, than urine, and for him to send it so high and so far, well, that said a lot!

The thick cream began to slow drift down the face of the mirror. Timmy had seen his spew many times before, but this was an exceptionally large load. The boy stuck his finger into the gelatinous glob and rubbed it between his thumb. Felt sort of like a raw egg with some mayonaisse in it. He tasted it. Not much different from the sperm he had licked off Tootie’s face not even an hour earlier. Though he had never tasted cum before, it didn’t bother him. He was just curious. Never had he done such a thorough examination of his own cream. There seemed to be something delightfully enthralling about its odor. Timmy closed his eyes, and took in a whiff, trying to identify the scent with other odors he was more familiar with.

Turner opened his eyes, only to find another pair of bright blue eyes staring back at him, and his own lips stuck to the mirror, like an aquarium sucker fish! “What the fuck?” It seemed he had only closed his eyes for a few seconds, but had gobbled down nearly every inch of his steaming jizz!

Oh no! Am I developing a taste for . . .”man-seed?” He pulled on his tousled brown hair as he grabbed the towel on the counter and wiped off the remaining cum.

Now this is getting real freaky! Timmy hopped into the shower, hoping he could wash away the feeling.

The warm waters pouring over his body began to relax him, and he aimed the shower stream into his mouth to rinse it out also. What happened back there? He couldn’t help but wonder.

xxxxxxx

Vicky cradled Tootie in her arms after bringing her to ecstacy a half dozen times. The younger girl was exhausted. “So who’s the ‘old fart’ now, kiddo?” Tootie smiled.

“You win this round!” she giggled, then nuzzled her sister’s breasts. She closed her eyes and was soon fast asleep.

“No fair, twerpette! I’m the one who wanted the nap!” Vicky smiled as she undid the ties on her sister’s pig-tails. Tootie had always worn her hair in pig-tails since she was little, just as Vicky had always had a pony-tail. She’d rarely seen Tootie without them, so she curiously let her hair down. Must have been uncomfortable all these years, since the hair had to be pulled fairly tight to make them.

Tootie was cute, but with her hair let down, she could be downright beautiful. Certainly prettier than Vicky when she was her age. The older girl sighed as she ran her fingers through the ebony strands. Bits of Timmy’s dried up cum still clung to her hair, and these Vicky pulled out and pressed into a ball, rolling them between her thumb and finger like a booger.

She was still perplexed about why she and Tootie were so horny. Hell, she was always horny at some time during the day. The rest of the time she was thinking about her college classes and up-coming mid-terms. And money. She had changed a lot as she got older, mellowed out, as it were. But she just wasn’t Vicky if she wasn’t thinking about money somewhere along the way!

Unconsciously she brought the ball of dried cum to her nose. “Ungh!” she gasped and thrust her hand away from her face. Her head was suddenly filled with thoughts of sex! Pussies, dicks, assholes, vibrators and dildoes raced through her mind. She became instantly aroused, and exceedingly wet! Vicky shook off the thoughts in her head. What the hell brought that on?

She stared at the ball of dried jizz in her fingers, then at her sleeping sister. Slowly, carefully, she brought her little specimen towards Tootie’s nostrils.

As she got closer, Tootie yawned and inhaled deeply. She opened her eyes, then licked her lips. “Are you ready for Round 2?” she purred.

She got up on her knees and rubbed her body lasciviously in front of Vicky.

Vicky looked back at the little ball of dried jizz in her hand, Eureka!, she thought as dollar signs flashed in her eyes. She reached behind to place the precious sample on the headboard before extracting a vibrator from under her pillow.

“Bring it, kiddo!” she said.

Tootie gladly straddled her face and went down on her at the same time. Both girls were sopping wet. Tootie plowed her tongue deep into Vicky’s furrow, nibbling at the shiny piercings along the way, and pulled her sister’s legs up under her armpits. “I ‘ve got you right where I want you Vivi!” She laughed as she sent her hungry tongue deep into Vicky’s puckered ass. Vivi was the name Tootie gave her when she was little because she couldn’t quite say “Vicky.”

A flip of a switch alerted Tootie to the hum of the pocket-rocket.

“Hey! No mechanical assistance! This is Round 2 of the ‘Old Fart’ war, and we’re doing this ‘mano-a-mano’.”

“No fair!” Vicky protested, “You got a jump on me!”

“That’s too bad, slowpoke!” Tootie said as she shoved a thumb into her sister’s ass, and two fingers into her honey pot.

Vicky, already on the verge of orgasm from sniffing Timmy’s cum ball, clawed at the bed sheets, and wrapped her legs tightly around Tootie’s waist as her climax shot through her body. She let out a groan. “Ohh, Toootiee. . .I’m cummin’!”, she hissed through clenched teeth, then collapsed. Her leg muscles continued to twitch even as her orgasm slowly subsided.

“Okay! Okay! You win this round!” she gasped, but baby sister had no intention of stopping. Vicky slapped her hard on her butt cheek, leaving a red hand print.

“Ouch!” Tootie yelped, then rolled off laughing. “Spank me, momma! I’ve been a naughty little girl!” she smiled smugly.

Vicky, still panting, began to laugh as well. “You’re a lot kinkier than I would have ever imagined, Toots!” The teen-ager wasn’t quite listening, as she already had her fingers in her pie, trying to get herself off.

“Need a little help there?” quipped Vicky.

“Mmmm!” Tootie responded, “. . . if you don’t mind!”

Vicky reached across the bed and grabbed her pocket-rocket again. “Allow me to introduce you to my little ‘bumble-bee!” The petite brunette looked over with great interest as Vivi stuck it in her, then pressed the “go” button.

It was like a thousand tiny fingers reaching out and finding her G-spot all at the same time. Tootie tensed up,then released like a wound-up spring, practically launching herself off the bed! (They don’t call it a pocket-rocket for nuthin’!) “Earth to Tootie!” Vicky laughed. Sister let out a throaty groan of satisfaction, before reaching for the umbilical cord to yank the bumble-bee out.

“And you were going to use that on me for Round 2? Cheater!” Toots laughed.

“Good thing I didn’t! You’d have peed on my bed for sure!” Vicky grinned.

“So, now we’re tied. Wanna go for the rubber match?”

“It’ll have to wait, sweetie. I have a bio-chem lab this afternoon, and a very important experiment to conduct.” They both got out of bed, Vicky still a tad bit wobbly-legged. “Wanna take a shower with me?” Tootie wrapped her arms around her sister’s waist.

“Sure!”

xxxxxxx

Vicky had a hunch. It was something to do with Timmy’s spooj. Maybe it had to do with his little transformation. A change in his body chemistry, perhaps? Whatever it was, she was sure she could make money out of it!

Tootie had swallowed a good portion of his cum, and Timmy licked part of his load off her face. The reaction to this smell, this pheromone, could possibly be controlled as long as one was aware of the effects it had. The dried version, however, seemed to be much stronger, evoking a less controllable urge.

She worked the shampoo thoroughly into Tootie’s hair, trying to make sure to wash out every remnant of Turner’s scent.

Little sister was enjoying this personal attention. She remembered back wistfully, to a time when Vicky used to give her baths. They were both much younger then. She missed those days.

Vicky turned the shower wand onto Tootie’s hair, rinsing off the shampoo. Next up, body wash. Tootie put her hands up against the shower wall as Vicky scrubbed her from behind, pressing her immaculately trimmed bush into Toot’s slickened bottom. The teen pushed back, wriggling. They laughed playfully. Tootie turned around, placing her hands on Vick’s hips, and a leg between her sister’s. Vicky put her arms over Tootie’s shoulders.

“Still feeling horny, kiddo?”

“Surprisingly, . . . no. I just miss being with you like this, like when I was just a kid.”

“You’re still my kid sister.” Vicky kissed her on the cheek, and turned off the shower.

“We used to take baths together all the time, then you stopped. What happened?”

“You don’t really want to know.” Vicky smirked.

“What? I wanna know! I’m curious!” Tootie whined. Vicky smiled.

“If you insist.” She pulled Tootie close, held her tightly, and whispered in her ear. “Just this. You pissed on me.”

“Wait! You didn’t just now . . .?”

“Well, you did say you were curious!”

“Eww!”
———

Back at the Turner home Timmy rushes downstairs as the doorbell rings. “Hello Sweetlips!” he says, opening the door. Lia blushes, noticing Timmy only has a towel wrapped around his waist.

He sees the flush in her cheeks, and hurries her inside, quickly closing the door behind.

Lia dropped her handbag to the floor and threw her arms over his broad shoulders. Timmy takes her around the waist, pulling her body to him as they kiss. They could feel the passion in them rising. It wasn’t often that they were truly alone. Usually they were out in public somewhere, and whatever truly passionate kisses they shared were spur of the moment and short-lived.

Lia was much like Timmy when they first met. Shy and unsure of themselves, they quickly became friends, boosting each other’s confidence and in no time become a couple.

Here in the Turner home they were by themselves finally. No sneaking around, no prying eyes, no parents and no holding back! Their kissing went into second gear. That’s when Timmy pulled off his towel, and dangled it in front of Lia. She gasped as she looked down at him. He had his gym shorts on.

“Oh, you tease!” She slapped him hard on his chest as her face turned various shades of red. They both had a good laugh as they went upstairs to his room.

Lia clung to his arm. “You know our anniversary is tomorrow, but would you consider moving it up a day?” she smiled. It was a great opportunity for them. They were alone, they had a bed, and they would have all afternoon to themselves before his parents came home. Certainly something to consider, but the teen boy remembered something just then. “I haven’t picked up any condoms yet!” he groaned.

“Maybe your dad has some stashed away.” Lia smiled. Timmy nodded in agreement.

“Great idea!” He rushed off to his parents room to check, going through their dresser drawers. On the bottom right drawer he found what he was looking for . . . and a few others he wasn’t quite expecting. Toys . . . sex toys! Handcuffs, whips, vibrating strap-ons, butt plugs and double-ended dildoes of all sizes!

The idea of his parents into this kind of thing stuck to the back of his brain like bad wallpaper.

“Ehhh!” he exhaled, and hurried back to Lia with his prize.

She had been looking around his room, although she’d been there before. He had a lot of stuff all over, but they were arranged neatly, and the room was immaculate. Unusual for a teen-aged boy, she thought. Lia walked over to his bookshelf where she spied a number of photos. One in particular caught her eye. A picture of a pretty, blonde girl. She looked to be about ten years old. To Timmy, love Cindy it read. A childhood sweetheart, perhaps. Lia put the picture back down as she heard Timmy coming down the hall.

“Found some!” he announced cheerfully.

“Great!” she said as she cozied up to him. “I need to use the bathroom to freshen up, love! I won’t be long.”

“Let me know if you need a ‘hand’ in there, sugar!” he smirks.

“Oh stop it! You’re always kidding me!” She chides him as she closes the door behind her.

Once inside, she inhales deeply to compose herself. She really hadn’t planned on “doing it” today, but the opportunity did present itself, and she was determined to take advantage of it. Still it was nerve wracking. Now the same thoughts that plagued her boyfriend just two days ago crept into her mind. What if I suck at this? Should I just lay on my back like a starfish and let him have his way with me? Will it hurt? What if the bells and whistles don’t go off for me? The butterflies were pummeling her insides. It’s now or never. No turning back! The teen splashed some water on her face then patted herself dry with the towel on the counter. Uh-oh.

Timmy was getting his bed ready and called out to Lia over his shoulder. “You okay in there, lover? You’re awfully quiet!” He smiled to himself as the bathroom door opens.

“Lia? . . . Lia?” Timmy straightened up and shuddered as an ominous feeling of cold dread crept up his spine. He gulps and turns around slowly towards his bedroom door. There stood the girl of all his teenage desires, sweet, innocent, unassuming Lia . . . posed to strike like a hungry lioness.

“You’re mine now . . . meat!” She smiled at him with lust written all over her face.

A feeble “Eep!” escaped his lips, and his eyes grew wide as she sprang into the air. She pounced on him like a cat on a mouse. Visions of two hundred plus pound linebackers chasing him down the field crossed his mind for a split second before the impact. She bowled him over backwards onto the bed, with a gleam in her eyes. The look of lust slowly softened as a blush entered her cheeks.

“Sorry! I feel so exhilirated! I don’t know what’s come over me!” she giggled. “For a minute back there, I thought maybe I was going to lose my nerve, but I’ve thought about this day ever since . . .!”

Timmy didn’t let her finish, taking her face in his hands and devouring her mouth with his own. They broke apart gasping for breath, then quickly returned for another go.

Turner ran his fingers into her creamy brown hair, which nearly matched his own, and pulled her closer as their kissing intensified. Lia moaned softly into his mouth as she felt Timmy’s tongue lick the inner edges of her lips.

Timmy sighed with relief after the initial shock of Lia’s aerial assault. This was more like it, a little easier, a little gentler to begin with. Something more like what he imagined his first time with her would be. He was sure he could heat things up later, maybe even borrow a few of his parent’s “toys!”

For now, he just wanted Lia’s first time to be enjoyable, as well as memorable.

“Why do you have this towel wrapped around your neck?” he asked. Lia laughed.

“I don’t know. Maybe I thought I’d be like some caped super-hero capturing a sex driven fiend!” She kissed him on the tip of his nose as a look of desire entered her eyes once more.

The blue-eyed boy removed the towel. “Are you feeling what I’m feeling right now?”

“Mmm, yeah!” she replied in a husky voice, “Let’s fuck.”

The words, so bluntly put, incited him. A sudden urgent sensation sprang up between his legs, and his manhood began to rise, poking up through his shorts, and into Lia’s scantily protected nether regions. She sat up and began to grind herself into him like a seasoned veteran, rotating her hips in little circles. This slowly but seamlessly turned to a back-and-forth motion as Timmy’s soulmate neared clitoral climax.

“Oh, Timmy . . .!” she moaned as her eyes closed, and her mouth hung open slightly. She panted, “Take . . . take my clothes off!”

He thought he would cum in his shorts when she said that, then broke out in a sweat at the prospect, but he did as he was told.

Lia kept her eyes closed closed as Timmy unbuttoned her top. The friction between them was too much for her to contain, and she leaked her cum through her panties, and all over his shorts just as he removed her blouse.

She flopped down onto his bare chest, smiling happily. “Sorry!” she giggled, “Guess I’ve been thinking about you too much lately! I couldn’t hold back!”

He just smiled back, staring into her wonderful, hazel eyes. “Don’t worry your pretty little head over it. This is what ‘foreplay’ is all about, isn’t it?”

He quickly tossed her shirt over the edge, as she made a dive for one of his nipples. Timmy yelped as she dug her nails into his shoulder, then bit down on him! Timmy immediately came in his shorts, a victim of pain and pleasure. Still gasping, he continued to remove her clothing. The bra was next to go, but he couldn’t get it off since she was too tightly attached to his nips, so he unzipped the skirt she had on instead.

Turner smiled to himself as he watched his girlfriend snacking hungrily on his nipples. What is with this girl? One moment attacking like a tiger, the next, demure and coquettish, then back to wild animal again? I could get used to this! he chuckled.

He flipped her over so he could remove the remaining articles of clothing, her’s as well as his. As he did, her bra fell away, exposing her breasts. He had felt them, squeezed them, but had never seen them in all their naked splendor before.

They were all his today. Smooth, round, perky with puffy, pink nipples and areolas. Perfect in every way. She clawed the air playfully at him, and he felt his wang harden once more. He quickly removed her skirt and panties, then his own shorts. Turner had shot off another huge load in his trunks, and the spew that covered his belly began to drip down into his pubic hairs.

Lia licked her lips in anticipation and got up on her knees. Timmy took the towel still on the bed and started wiping it off. “No! Don’t!” Lia objected, “I want it!” She shoved him on his back again and lapped the cream off his stomach.

A look of surprise, then shock, appeared on his face. Ohmigosh! She’s a ‘cum-hound!’ How could she be unless . . . unless she’s not a . . .!

Lia glanced up to see Timmy’s startled expression and immediately sat up. She put her hand over her mouth.

“I . . . I know what it looks like, Timmy . . . I . . . don’t know what’s happening to me!” Tears were beginning to build up in her eyes.

“Yeah, sure.” Timmy said dejectedly. He got up off the bed, taking the towel with him, and headed off to the bathroom to rinse himself off.

He sighed as he splashed a handful water on his face. Stupid idiot, you love her! Why the hell would it matter to you anyway? So she’s not a virgin, neither are you!

Taking the towel, he began to pat his face. His penis suddenly shot straight up, and he flung the towel into the corner of the bathroom “Gah!” The towel! You’re the cause of all this!

Timmy rushed back to his bedroom. “Lia!” he called out. But she was already long gone.

Quickly throwing on a fresh set of clothes, he rushed out of the house, hoping to catch her somewhere down the street. He ran around the neighborhood, but she was nowhere in sight.

Timmy pulled out his cellphone and began calling and texting her every minute or so as he searched block by block. She wasn’t returning any of his calls.

He continued looking, but had no luck. The blue-eyed teen found himself in front of Vicky and Tootie’s front door once more.

Heartbroken, he rang the door bell and heard feet coming down the stairs. Timmy just needed a sympathetic shoulder to cry on, and Vicky or Tootie would do.

On the otherside of the door, Tootie peered through the peephole. Ohmigosh! It’s Timmy! She opened the door slightly but left the security chains on, then stuck her face in the opening. “Timmy?”

“Hi Tootie. Is Vicky still here? I was wondering if I could just talk to her.” he said sadly.

Tootie motioned with her finger for him to come closer. She recognized the scent of his musk right way, and was glad she left the chains on. It was the only thing keeping her from raping him on her doorstep! She was already starting to exude her juices.

“Vicky’s not home right now, Timmy! Listen to me! You need to go home and take a hot shower as soon as you get there!”

Timmy was puzzled. “Why? Do I smell bad?” He sniffed his armpits.

“No! Vicky figured out what was making us so horny! It has something to do with your cum. When it dries out, its like some kind of aphrodisiac! You need to go home, take that shower, scrub yourself down really good, and wash all your clothes, too!”

Her words came as a surprise to him. So that’s why I tongue-wiped the mirror! It’s the same reason Lia acted the way she did!

“This all makes sense now! I’ll do it! Thanks for the info, Tootie!” Timmy shot back to his house.

Tootie closed the door and leaned her back against it, breathing a sigh of relief. She inhaled and exhaled several deep breaths, trying to clear her lungs and body of Timmy’s musk. She had been out in the yard a few minutes earlier when Lia passed by . . . half running . . . and all in tears. Lia looked like she needed someone to talk to also, and since Tootie knew her from school, she brought Lia in to settle her down. But she also knew Lia was Timmy’s girlfriend, so she was placing herself in a terrible bind. She couldn’t tell her that he was there that morning, and she gave him “head,” however incidental it was. After all, some secrets are better left unsaid, but this was going to be difficult. Tootie went up the stairs to where Lia waited in her bedroom.

When she first brought Lia in, she could smell Timmy on her breath, so Tootie had an idea what they had been doing just prior. Lia also needed a hot shower . . . fast! Tootie had just gotten a double dose from the two of them, and dreaded going back into the room with her. She took a deep breath before going in, and held it.

“Lia,” she went in and grabbed her by the wrist, “I need you to take a hot shower, and give me all your clothes. I’m gonna wash them for you!”

“But why?”

“Just trust me. You’ll feel a whole lot better!” Tootie was beginning to turn blue from holding her breath. She hustled Lia into the bathroom.

“There’s fresh towels and a bathrobe inside the closet. Just leave your clothes by the door, and I’ll get them once you’re in the shower!” Tootie closed the door, nearly passing out from the lack of oxygen.

Lia was soon in the shower, and the raven-haired girl knocked on the door. “I’m coming in to grab your clothes!” she shouted through the door.

“Okay” Lia responded.

Tootie picked the clothes off the floor, and headed to the laundry room, but felt her legs grow weak beneath her. Oh no! There’s some of Timmy’s dried spunk on her clothes! She hurriedly threw the clothing into the washer, but when she came to Lia’s panties, she stopped.

This’ll pass as soon as I have an orgasm, she reasoned.

Toots pressed the white cotton undies to her face and licked at the crotch, tasting Lia’s nectar. She then stuffed them into her panties, and rubbed her own anxious slit with it, trying to shove it into her groove.

“Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd!” she groaned as she pounded the top of the washer. She clenched her teeth as she neared climax, and yanked the other pair out as soon as she did. She fell to her knees smiling. “That was fun!” she grinned. Just then, the door to the garage opened. It was Vicky, back from her lab class.

“Well, hello there, dear sister!” she smirked, “Going solo, are we?” Tootie could only offer a contented smile as she tossed Lia’s panties into the wash.

“Lia’s upstairs taking a shower!” she pointed towards the ceiling.

“Lia? Timmy’s Lia?” the older girl asked, “How come?”

“Apparently they had some misunderstanding. I didn’t have much of a chance to talk to her ’cause Timmy suddenly showed up at our door!”

“Well, this is awkward.” Vicky scratched her head.

“I have her in some of my classes, so I know her, and we’re kinda on friendly terms, so I’ll talk to her as soon as she gets out. Maybe you should get lost for a couple of hours.”

“Oooo! I love it when you take charge! My widdle sister is such a big girl now!” Vicky gushed. She pulled two small vials from her vest pocket.

“I’ve managed to isolate the chemical pheromones in Turner’s cum, and even developed an antidote for it! See? This blue vial is pheromone, and the red is a neutralizer. Have her sniff the red when she’s out of the shower. That should make her feel better!” Vicky had a mischievous grin on her face. “Rub a bit under your nose, then I want you to go and try it out!”

“On myself?”

“Don’t be silly! Find some unsuspecting test subject and observe what they do when they get whiffed! Then report back to me! I have my own supply so I’m gonna conduct my own experiments, heh, heh!”

“Where are you going?”

“Back to school. There’s a guy at the coffee shop I wanna try it out on! Bwa ha ha ha ha!”

“But I wanted you to take me to the new Hudson Mall later!”

“No can do, Toots! Have fun with Lia!” Vicky headed out the door.

“Old Fart!” Tootie yelled.

“I heard that!” Vicky snickered.

Vicky pulled out of the driveway, and was gone in seconds, leaving a disappointed sister. Have fun with Lia, hmm? What do you suppose she meant by that? She wasn’t suggesting that me and . . .? Surely Lia must know by now about the crush I had on Timmy when we were both younger. Still, the thought intrigued her. There was a twinge of envy that she thought she left behind when he and Lia became an item, but Lia was vulnerable now. Given her friendship with the Turner boy, Tootie wasn’t willing to jeopardize that. What was Vicky thinking? Toots went back upstairs.

Tootie had no boyfriend despite her popularity, and over the years had grown easy on the eyes. That, plus the fact she was very friendly, made her an object of wet dreams for most of the boys in school. Timmy’s old crush, Trixie Tang, had moved on to a private girls school, where she became a world class snob. Her absence sent Timmy into a towering depression until he met Lia. He was much happier now, and Tootie was glad for him.

She returned to her room to find Lia sitting on the edge of her bed, still moping.

“Take a whiff of this!” Tootie said cheerfully as she opened the red vial. Lia leaned forward.

“Smells nice, like those purple violet candies.” Lia perked up immediately. “I feel much better now. Thanks!” she smiled.

Tootie sat down next to her. “You wanna talk?” Even though she was sort of hesitant, the dark-haired girl felt compelled to comfort her classmate somehow. Lia turned to face her.

“How did you know?” she asked. Bingo. The one question Tootie didn’t really want to answer. Now she was forced to reveal at least part of the secret. She took a deep breath, then exhaled quickly.

“Timmy was here this morning to see my sister. Vicky’s a pre-med student, and he had developed a ‘problem’ overnight . . . an ’embarrassing’ problem.” Lia tilted her head curiously.

“What kind of problem, and why Vicky?”

Tootie gulped. She thought she might be able to skirt the questions. “I don’t quite know how to explain it, but to make a long story short, . . . his penis disappeared.” She smiled weakly.

Lia’s expression turned incredulous. “But I saw it not a half-hour ago!” She instantly turned red as a beet at what she had just admitted. They both began to laugh nervously.

“Vicky babysat Timmy for many years, and they pretty much hated each other at first, but in time, they must have developed a rapport and mutual respect.” Tootie knew something had gone on between the two the other day, but wasn’t sure exactly what it was. She continued. “He may have come to Vicky because he trusted her.”

Lia’s expression relaxed. “Obviously both of you solved his problem. What did you guys end up doing?”

“My sister rammed a flashlight up his rear, and everything popped back out the otherside.” Tootie gritted her teeth. She had no idea how Lia would react. Lia fell backward on the bed, then began to laugh.

“What caused it?” she chuckled.

“We don’t know. Whatever it was turned Timmy’s cum into some super aphrodisiac. Vicky came up with the antidote in the vial.” Tootie breathed a sigh of relief.

“How did you figure out it was in his cum?”

“Well, when Vicky stuck the flashlight in, I happened to be on the otherside, and he shot his load in my face (as well as other places!). Shortly after, Vicky and I became extremely turned on without quite knowing why. We figured out that while the “cream” was hot and fresh, the feelings were manageable, but as it began to dry out, the pheromones became stronger and stronger.” Tootie gave a wry smile. At least she didn’t seem to be upset about two females gawking at her half-naked boyfriend!

Lia sat back up again, and placed a hand over Tootie’s. “Thanks for explaining things to me. I’m just glad I’m not losing my mind.” she said, then pulled up to kiss Tootie on the cheek.

Startled, Tootie pulled away blushing slightly. “Oh, I’m sorry! I. . . I shouldn’t have done that!” Lia apologized. “It’s kind of a nervous thing with me! When I first met Timmy, I liked him right away, but being close to him made me real nervous, so I kissed him on the cheek, too! It kinda relieves my nervous tension.” Tootie giggled.

“So you kissed him because you were nervous? Or was it because you liked him?”

“I . . . I guess it was a combination of both!”

Tootie moved her face a little closer. “Am I making you nervous? Or is it because you like me, too?” she smiled.

Lia also moved closer. “A combination of both.” she smiled back.

Up on a hill overlooking Dimmsdale, something strange was happening. A hissing and crackling of electrical sparks fill the air as a strange vehicle materializes from empty space. Two figures can be seen beneath its clear acrylic dome. A rush of air exits as the dome rises.

The two figures, dressed in black, remove their restraints, and get out.

“You didn’t have to come, you know.” said the taller of the two, unsnapping a chin strap.

“You’re my best friend. I wouldn’t leave you at a time like this.” the shorter one replied, as she gave a quick glance to her surroundings. “This is Dimmsdale? Doesn’t look like much.”

“I’m not here to sightsee. I’m looking for someone.” the taller one hissed. A decidedly feminine body emerged from beneath a black jacket, and a full head of beautiful blonde hair fell across her shoulders as she removed the helmet she wore.

“Ah, yes. The ‘turtle-cracker’ boy. I remember him.” her companion chortled. “He flashed more ivory than a piano!”

“Shut up. He was cute and very sweet. The rest of his teeth must have caught up by now. I imagine he must have become quite handsome.” the blonde girl mused. “He had a much more pleasant personality than my stupid former boyfriend ever did.”

“You mean your ‘gay’ stupid former boyfriend!” her friend laughed, pulling off her own helmet.

“Urrgh!” the blonde growled. “Don’t remind me! I’d kick his ass if he didn’t have someone’s banana stuck in it!”

[Flashback]

“So, what were you and Sheen doing back there?” the young blonde asked.

“I’m trying to make Sheen smarter.”

“Smarter. I see. And just exactly how would that work?”

“Has to do with my superior genes, along with this special chemical enema I’ve developed. It regulates the amount of my DNA that is to be absorbed directly through the intestinal walls. Anal insertion is the quickest, and most ideal way of doing this.”

“Uh-huh. Anal. What about oral insertion?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Cindy. Oral intake would subject my DNA to the digestive acids in the stomach, which would then destroy them.” Cindy laughed.

“Why don’t you fuck yourself in the ass, Jimmy, and see if that makes you any smarter! What kind of fool do you take me for anyway?” she shouted.

“You’re blowing this way out of proportion. It’s merely a scientific experiment.” Jimmy dismissed her objections with a wave of his hand. “Sheen has shown marked improvements in his grades this past school year.”

“This past school year, huh? And just how long have you been doing this ‘tail-pipe’ tutoring?”

“For a year now.”

“A year now! What, has he been pumping you full of his stupid genes, too?”

“It won’t work without the special enema . . .!” Jimmy caught himself, but it was too late.

Cindy stormed out of his lab, breaking everything that was within her reach along the way.

Jimmy winced. “Does this mean we’re not a couple anymore?”

[End flashback]

She walked up to the edge of the lookout and yelled for all of Dimmsdale to hear. “I hate you, you shit-faced, cock-suck! You hear me, Neutron? Burn in hell!”

In a parallel dimension, a certain boy genius awoke with a start. A voice was ringing in his ears and he shook his head trying to get it out. “Is something wrong?” a voice beside him asked.

“It’s nothing.” he sighed, “Go back to sleep, Sheen.”

———-

“Are you through now, girlfriend?” the dark-haired girl laughed. Her blonde companion walked back from the lookout.

“Oh yeah! Woohoo! What a catharsis! Nothing like a good yell to get something off your chest!” Cindy laughed, then pumped her fist. Libby smiled at her friend’s exuberance.

“You’ve got quite a set of lungs to go with that chest, too!” Cindy glanced over at her.

“Why Libs, I never thought you noticed these before!” She placed her hands beneath her breasts, thrusting them up and outward.

“Yeah, right! Like you’ve never noticed me bumping into you in the girls shower all the time, Cindy!” Libby gave her a wry smile.

Cindy giggled. “Well, I did begin to think it was more than just ‘accidental’ after the first dozen times, or so. I always thought you were more into Sheen back then. I distinctly remember you drooling every time his name was mentioned!”

Libby sighed wistfully. “Yeah. He was dorky, alright, but he was turning out to be quite a hunk!”

“Too bad he wasn’t ‘swinging’ your way!” the young blonde laughed.

Cindy sat on the hood of their strange vehicle, struggling to remove her boots and the tight, form hugging body suit she wore. She wrestled the boots off, then her pants. Libby watched with interest. Her friend had nothing under it.

“Boy, that feels good! I don’t know why Jimmy had to make these so tight!” Cindy exhaled sharply. “I can’t even put my panties on!” Libby grinned.

“How can you be so smart, yet so clueless!” she laughed. “He designed it just so that you would have a ‘camel-toe’ when you put it on!”

“He told me the suit was specially designed for interdimensional teleportation!” Cindy fumed, then narrowed her eyes at Libby. “Wait a minute. You knew all this, and didn’t say a thing to me?”

“I have a vested interest!” Libby smiled broadly at her half naked friend. Cindy laughed.

“I should make you sleep outside for that!” Cindy reached into their teleportation pod and pushed a button on the console. The vehicle began to transform into a more recognizable, camper van. “This will be our home while we’re here.”

Libby groaned. “Whaaat? No hot baths? Are you sure the both of us will be comfortable in there?” Cindy smiled smugly.

“You can share my bunk with me . . . if you want.” she teased, seductively. “I’m getting wet just thinking about it!”

Libby gulped, then regained her composure. “Aw, you’re just toying with me, aren’t you?” Cindy walked up to her and stared into her eyes. “Yeah, I am,” she laughed , “. . . You can put your tongue back in your mouth now!” Libby gave out a sigh of relief, but was slightly disappointed at the same time.

Cindy opened the back of the camper. “Take a look inside. Jimmy was more concerned about interdimensional teleporting and how to make it quicker and more efficient. While he was doing that, I figured a way to make objects multi-dimensional.” Libby took a peek inside. It was huge, more like the interior of a mobile home than a tiny camper.

“Like it? You may pat my back now!” the blonde teen beamed.

Libby patted her on the ass. “Put some pants on, Einstein, and let’s go find someplace to eat. I’m starving!”

xxxxxx

Tootie pressed on, closer and closer. Lia swallowed hard, and her eyes slowly closed. Her lips were left slightly ajar, anxiously awaiting the velvet softness of the other’s. They met as all true kisses should, somewhere in the middle. Moist lips, gently grazing each other at the flimsiest of distances, seemingly held apart by their panting breaths, where the very act of inhaling could possibly draw them together.

Tootie smiled as she gazed upon Lia’s wanting face, eyes closed, lips quivering with anticipation. She cupped her cheek, finally closing the gap between them. They kissed softly, delicately, as one might savor a delicious strawberry. The gentle smacking sounds their mouths made, echoed in their ears as they slowly parted.

“So wonderful.” Lia mewled, as the two girls stared back into each other’s eyes. Tootie took her hand, and kissed Lia’s fingers.

“You’ve never kissed another girl before, have you?” she smiled.

“No, never! Not on the lips, anyway, and not like just now! I take it you have?”

Lia’s question brought a smile to Tootie. Kissing Vicky was like kissing a guy! She was rough and tumble, and she’d just as soon shove her tongue down your throat as far as possible, than lick your lips.

Maybe she wasn’t being fair to her sister. After all, Tootie herself, turned into a sex crazed fiend after being exposed to the mysterious substance in Timmy’s cum.

Kissing Lia was, by comparison, very nice, a soft romantic kiss. She just had to have another, and Lia offered no resistance. She drew Tootie to her, as she lay back down once again, and they kissed with more passion this time. The raven-haired teen thrust her fingers into Lia’s still damp hair, while pulling her brunette lover deeper into her embrace. She felt Lia’s tongue probing the edges of her mouth, begging permission to enter, and Tootie granted it. Her lips closed around the visitor, and by gentle sucking, guided the tip of Lia’s tongue into her mouth.

Lia put a hand to the back of Tootie’s neck as her tongue went in deeper, holding the dark haired girl captive. Tootie surrendered willingly, opening her mouth further, to welcome the invader. She gasped as she felt her heart flutter. If Lia was indeed, a virgin, she surely didn’t kiss like one. Timmy must have been one helluva teacher! She recalled how wet she became when Timmy kissed her earlier that morning, but Lia had him beat. Toots was ready to explode just from her kissing! She closed her eyes as the feelings began to overwhelm her senses.

Lia opened her eyes slowly and watched with wonder at the effect her mouth was having on Tootie. She smiled to herself without breaking the kiss, and placed a hand over Tootie’s breast, while plucking at a rigid nipple through her T-shirt. Tootie moaned into her mouth, and Lia felt her lover’s body wrack as a climax burned its way through her very core.

Tootie rolled over onto her side, unable to support the weight or her own trembling body, and Lia moved up above Tootie, taking the superior position.

“Did Timmy teach you to kiss like that?”

Lia smiled. “I was the one who taught him!” she said, as she stared into the eyes of the girl beneath her. “I read a lot, but I’m especially addicted to romance novels. . . ‘erotic’ romance!”

She lowered herself to kiss the tip of Tootie’s nose. They both giggled.

“When I was younger, all I ever did was read. I was what most people would consider, a bookworm. My nose was usually buried in some book, be it science or math, and I played chess and go since I was five. Then, when I hit ten, something changed.”

“Puberty?” Tootie laughed.

“Exactly!” Lia nodded, “I began reading teen novels at first, then romance, and later, erotic romance! I suppose I developed a very active imagination from that. Unfortunately, I was such a nerd, I had almost no social skills when it came to the opposite sex. My parents decided to put me in a public school for the experience, otherwise I’d have ended up it at an all-girls school in Hudson Hill.”

Hudson Hill, Tootie sighed, the new mall! “Wanna go to the new mall with me?”

Lia’s eyes opened wide with wonder. “You get me all hot and bothered, and now you want to go shopping? I don’t think so, not until we finish this, girl!” She grabbed the top of Tootie’s shorts and stripped them off before flinging them over her shoulder.

Lia placed a knee between Tootie’s thighs and wedged it firmly into her crotch. Tootie responded by raising her own knee into the brunette’s warm mound. She could feel Lia’s heat, and felt her juices dripping down the sides of her own thigh, and she loosened the belt of the bathrobe, causing it to fall open, giving her an unobstructed view of that wonderful body. Lia rubbed herself on Tootie’s thigh, buttering it with her creamy goodness.

“You learned all this from reading about it?”

“Mmmm, yeah,” Lia murmured, “you’d be surprised what they write in those erotic novels!”

Tootie reached up, cupping Lia’s luscious orbs. “You’re very pretty.” she stated, rather matter of factly, then craned her neck to lick and suck the pink morsels hovering over her face.

Lia slid down on her, their legs weaving into each other until the downy soft hairs of their Venus mounds pressed together, mingling their wetness. She ground her hips into Tootie, like a glacier carving up a valley floor, excruciatingly slow, but oh so delightful.

Tootie threw her head back as her body tensed with the onset of climax.

“Unghh!” she groaned, and grabbed ahold of her lover’s wrists. Lia followed her into ecstacy seconds later, collapsing onto Tootie in a sweaty heap, kissing her neck and shoulders before rolling off to the side.

The two girls held hands as they stared into the ceiling, breathing raggedly. After several minutes, Tootie turned to her classmate, “You gotta show me some of those books you’re reading!” Lia smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. She still had a faraway look on her face.

“Thank you, Tootie,” the hazel-eyed teen said softly, “I really needed someone to be with me right now.”

Tootie turned to her side, propping herself up on her elbow. She reached over Lia, pulling the bathrobe back over her naked lover’s body, then slid closer.

“Are you going to return his calls?”

Lia exhaled. “Guess I’ll have to, sooner or later. I did promise myself to him . . . tomorrow. I think he expected me to be, you know, a virgin.”

“Feh! Why, that selfish ass!” Tootie steamed. “Guys his age wouldn’t know a hymen from a high-five, nor would they care!”

Lia sighed. “But I am!” She pressed a finger into herself. “I can still feel it in there, and it hurts a little if I push down too hard!” she giggled a bit, but Tootie was still fuming. She placed a hand on Tootie’s thigh.

“Please don’t think harshly of Timmy,” Lia said trying to smooth over her ruffled feathers, “he’s been very good to me so far. I suppose I won’t find out for sure until I see him tomorrow.”

“I . . . I . . . he . . . urghh!” Tootie threw her hands up in the air, then calmed down. “I’d better put your clothes in the dryer.” she sighed, then left to go downstairs. Lia was puzzled, but followed her down a minute later.

Am I starting to have feelings for her? Tootie thought, I barely know her. She pondered the question in her mind as she tossed the damp clothes into the dryer. Closing the lid, she turned once more to go back up. Lia was right there behind her. “Forget something?” she grinned as she held up Tootie’s shorts and panties.

“I didn’t forget it, I was just getting my second wind!” the raven-haired teen replied.

xxxxxx

Timmy Turner spent all afternoon washing and drying everything that could possibly have been in contact with him or Lia, in his bedroom. Even the bathroom was scrubbed clean, the mirror wiped over and over, and the floor mopped several times. He had done several months of chores in a single afternoon. It was inconceivable that his parents should come in contact with the as yet unknown substance. He was dog tired, but Lia had yet to return any of his messages, and he wondered if this would be the end of their relationship. If it was, he would shoulder the blame. It wasn’t so much that she wasn’t chaste, it was the possibility that she wasn’t faithful to him, he tried to reason. But it always came back to that cold response, that “Yeah, sure,” that said “I don’t believe you.” He would like to have blamed it on the spunk, except it was his spunk. Otherwise, everything still pointed at him for being such a douche bag.

After dinner, he went back up to his room. Something was out of place. The picture of a young Cindy Vortex that Lia had picked up and set down in a different spot. Wonder what she’s doing now. He put it back in its old familiar spot. He checked his phone. There was one message, and it was from Lia. Tomorrow was all it said.

xxxxxx

“I’m going for a walk, Mom!” Timmy slipped on a jacket and headed out the door.

“Don’t stay out too late, son!” his mom called out from the kitchen.

The teen just needed some time alone with his thoughts, and to contemplate Lia’s cryptic, one word message. Tomorrow. It sounded ominous. He expected to have her blast him off for his attitude, but this single word gave no indication of whether he was forgiven, or if he had to beg for her forgiveness. It was a torture for which he would have to endure another sleepless night. He deserved it.

xxxxxx

In the small park across the street, he sought out the darkest bench, one far away from the nearest street light. There, the stars were the brightest, and he could watch them while he pondered his predicament. Maybe he could make a wish on one of those stars, and it would fall to Earth, and squish him where he sat. That would be the easy way out! But making wishes? Such a childish notion, he mused, yet it seemed so familiar.

Timmy felt comfortable here despite the darkness. The neighborhood was very safe, and he knew the layout of the park like the back of his hand.

It was a calm night, hardly a breeze, and the sky was as clear as he’d seen in a long time. A cool stone bench in the back corner of the playground invited him to lay down. Timmy placed his hands beneath his head and stared up into the night sky. From this vantage point, he had a sweeping view of the park, so no one could possibly approach without him seeing or hearing something.

A girl jogged past his house. A pizza delivery scooter zoomed in the opposite direction. An elderly couple were walking their dog. Another girl jogger stopped beneath the street light closest to his home, to tie her shoelaces. Timmy sat up when he noticed her shoulder length brown hair. Lia? Nah, he thought, she doesn’t jog. And when the girl stood up again, he knew it wasn’t her. This one had a rack on her that looked like it had its own gravitational pull. It was an exaggeration, of course, but Lia was nowhere near that big! He blinked his eyes, and she was gone already. Damn, she was fast!

xxxxxx

Timmy lay back down once more to contemplate Lia’s mysterious message, closing his eyes for a minute. He felt the bench rock slightly and sat up quickly. There at his feet sat the female jogger.

“Whoa!” He pulled his legs up.

“Sorry,” the girl smiled, “did I scare you?”

“Yeah, kinda!” She was so quiet, he couldn’t understand how she had snuck up on him like that.

“You’re Timmy Turner, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah! . . . do I know you?” Timmy replied curiously.

“We’ve never met before. My name is Betty Quinlan.” She extended her hand to him. “Our mutual friend, Jimmy Neutron, sent me to check up on some of his friends that are here from Retroville.

“Jimmy Neutron . . .” Timmy recalled the name, but couldn’t remember how it was that they met. The rules which dictated the conditions that gave him his fairy godparents, stated that he would lose all memories of his magical adventures with them by the time he was fourteen, but Jimmy had discovered a way to bridge the gap between the dimensions without using magic, thereby sparing Timmy from that memory erasure.

“How is ole ‘Fudge-Head’?” Betty laughed.

“He’s fine. He asked me to look you up and ask if you would like to participate in his IQ boosting program!”

There was a sparkle in Betty’s eyes, and Timmy wasn’t sure if it came as a reflection from a passing car or not. Her eyes glowed green, just like a cat’s.

“Sure, I guess. Anything that’ll help me get smarter must be a good thing, right?”

Betty flashed a very disarming smile. “That’s great! I’ll need to collect a DNA sample from you first.”

Timmy cringed. “Not a blood sample, I hope.”

“Don’t worry, no blood letting is involved,” she reassured Timmy, “I’ll need to extract some of your semen!”

Timmy’s eyes grew big. “Say what?”

“I’ll need a semen sample.” she repeated.

“Semen?”

“Semen, sperm, spooj, spew . . . coconut milk. Whatever you want to call it, I need to extract some of it!”

He swallowed hard. “And how do you intend to do this extraction?”

“I have three primary methods: Oral, vaginal, and anal. They’re the preferred methods, and the most enjoyable to the candidates. There is also manual extraction if you would like to go that route.”

“And what does that entail?”

“I milk you like a cow. It’s not so bad, if you’re into that kind of thing.”

“Any other surprises?” he gulped.

“I do have two mechanical devices I can use.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask!”

“The first method is a frontal approach, where I take a catheter and stick it into your urethra until I hit the seminal vesicles, then I squeeze your balls until they’re ready to pop. The second method is from the rear. There I take a twelve inch syringe directly through the anal canal and straight into the seminal vesicles. Then I squeeze your testicles until they’re ready to pop!”

“Is there a difference between balls and testicles?”

Betty shrugged, “No difference, I just like to vary my word selection.”

“I feel faint!” Timmy lay back down on the bench.

“You look like a vaginal type person. The advantage here is that you get to play with these babies!” Betty thrust her chest forward. “My battery packs!”

“Excuse me? Your whats?”

xxxxxx

Betty began to remove her clothing as Timmy stared on in disbelief.

“Wa . . . wait a minute!” he protested, “You wanna do this here? . . . and now?”

“Why not? It’s nice and quiet. And dark!” She smiled as she slipped off her bra, releasing her “battery packs.” “You’re not afraid to do it in public, are you?” she teased.

Timmy’s face was already locked in a perpetual jaw-drop. The bold brunette made Vicky look like a school girl!

“That’s a good boy,” she cooed, as she removed his belt, and pulled his zipper down, “don’t want to have to sedate you. It’s so much more pleasant this way!”

She pulled his now rigid penis out of his pants and optically measured it. “Twenty-two centimeters long, five centimeter across at base. Re-calculating for vaginal entry. Initiating exudation sequence.”

“B . . . Betty?” Timmy stuttered, “You’re not human, are you?” Betty smiled.

“No, Jimmy built me. My official designation is BQII-1000. But please don’t be alarmed,” she said as she removed her panties and straddled him, “my sexual programing is excellent, and I’ll make you feel really good!”

There was nothing about her to indicate she was anything less than another human being. Timmy remembered the feeling of entering Vicky for the first time, and slipping into Betty was hardly any different . . . except she could vibrate internally! He closed his eyes as his body gave in to Betty’s mechanical stimulations. He moaned.

“I can’t believe I’m getting laid by a robot!”

“Android,” she corrected him, “I’m an android.”

“And a gorgeous one at that!” Timmy gasped as she began to thrust herself back on him, faster and faster.

“That’s very sweet of you to say so.” Betty leaned forward and pressed her fingertips into selected points on his scalp, holding his head immobile. Timmy immediately felt waves of pleasure coursing through his body, and he bucked his hips into the android, in the throes of a massive orgasm.

Betty calmly stared into his eyes as if gauging his reactions.

“Oh my. One point two five deciliters!” she grinned, “What’s the matter, Timmy? Your girlfriend not servicing you on a regular basis? I can help you with that while I’m here in Dimmsdale.”

For the moment, Timmy was devoid of any rational thought. He mouthed some gibberish as the muscles in his body continued to twitch. Betty smiled as she got off him, and started putting her clothes back on.

She leaned over his face and brushed back the unruly hair from his forehead. “Sorry Timmy, I may have over-stimulated your endorphin production.” She took his limp sausage into her mouth, and licked it clean before tucking it back in his briefs.

“I’m sure we’ll meet again before I leave. Hope you enjoyed yourself!” Betty lapped the drool from the corner of his mouth before planting a wet kiss on him. “Till we meet again, lover!” The next moment, she was gone.

xxxxxx

Timmy lay there for another ten minutes as his muscle contractions slowly subsided. He could feel his legs again. There was the sound of footsteps coming his way, but he was too weak to get up to see who it was.

“Hi there, sweetie,” a familiar voice called out, “your mom said I might find you here!”

He raised his arm. It was Vicky.

“What happened to you? You look like you got hit by a truck . . . or were you playing with yourself again!” She pulled him up, then set his head back in her lap as she sat down. He was a bit disheveled, his belt was off, and his zipper down.

He was beginning to find his voice again. “I . . . I . . . raped . . . by . . . robot girl!” he blathered and flailed his arms weakly. Vicky raised an eyebrow.

“You were raped?” Vicky grinned, “I’d have found that a little more believable if you didn’t have that big smile on your face!” Timmy began to chuckle.

He reached up and touched Vicky’s face. She took his hand, holding it against her cheek, as she stared into those clear blue-eyes of his. It was just two days ago, he came to her, offering his virginity in exchange for some “lessons.” Their relationship changed that day, and he would forever be hers, as she was his.

“I miss you, twerp. Wanna play a little ‘smash-mouth’?” He nodded, tugging on her shoulders, as she wrapped her arms around his.

She whispered into his ear. “I need another semen sample.”

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