Very Sexy Babysitters 3

“GOD, I’M SO HORNY!!!”

That’s what Vicky thinks to herself as she walks through the hallway of her new college. She clutches her schoolbooks close to her still mammoth chest. She looks through the hallway at the male students in the school, and begins judging their “Qualities.”

“Too short, too wimpy, too dorky, he’s gay, too limp, too…foreign?”

She stops once she notices the familiar face. It’s Winston Dunnsworth, her crush from her High School days. Instantly her heart triples its beat, and pink hearts appear in her eyes. As he walks over to her, she starts to hyperventilate.

“Good morning, Vicky.” Winston says. “Jolly good to see you again.”

“Yeah, good to see you too.” She tells him, still dazed by his handsomeness.

“Well, I came to Dimmsdale University as an Exchange student.” He says. “You know, Pip-pip, plates of scones and all that.”

Vicky then snaps out of her gaze, remember that she has gigantic tits now, and tries to use them to her advantage. “So, Dunnsworth…what do you think of these?” She says, pushing her tits up close to him.

“Well, I must say those are rather!” He says.

“Well, how would you like to see more on a date?” She asks knowingly.

“Oh, that would be just splendid.” He says. Vicky’s eyes light up, and a smile of joy washes across her face. “But I just can’t do that.” And in an instant, her look changes to pure shock.

“You see you’re still not a cheerleader, Vicky.” He continues. “And you know us foreigners, we always have to date cheerleaders. It reminds us of the Hunt!”

With that, he continues down the hall swelling with pride, leaving Vicky standing there with her jaw dropped down to the floor. After a moment, she snaps out of it and makes a beeline to the gym building, knocking over everyone that’s in her way. She storms through the long line of women trying out for cheerleaders, putting most of them in traction, until she reaches the front of the line, where there are three Top Cheerleaders sitting behind a table.

“I WANNA TRY OUT FOR CHEERLEADING!!!” She tells them aggressively.

The Head Cheerleader in the middle, with jet-black hair, rolls her eyes. “Alright, show us what you got.” She says.

Vicky grins with excitement, as she runs towards the stage. She grabs a set of pom-poms from another tryout, yanking them from her hands and sending her to the floor. She then climbs up on stage and begins her self made cheer.

“GIMME A ‘V’, GIMME AN ‘I’, GIMME A ‘C-K-Y’!” She starts off with a cartwheel, but before she can stick the landing, her feet tangle up. “I’M THE BEST…GAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” She’s sent flying from the stage and crashes into a group of waiting tryouts, knocking them all out. Once the dust clears, Vicky is lying in a tangled mess, as the three Head Cheerleaders pass her by.

“Don’t quit your day job…whatever that is.” The black-haired one says. The other two laugh along with her, as Vicky realizes her dreams have just been shot down. She picks herself up, and becomes filled with rage.

“GRRRRRR!!! WHY AM I NOT COORDINATED???” She screams out, storming out of the gym, not caring that she just left it in ruins. She looks ready to punch someone’s face in when her Cell Phone rings. She picks it up and answers.

“YEAH, WHAT DO YA WANT???” Her tone & attitude quickly changes once she realizes who it is. “Oh, Hi Mrs. Turner. Oh, that was just me…studying my lines for the school play.” Vicky smiles, feeling relieved that Mrs. Turner bought the lie. “Of course I can come over to watch Timmy. I’ll be right there after class.” She hands up her phone, as a sinister grin grows on her face. “Perfect. Now I can take out all of my aggression on that Pre-Teen twerp!”

Later That Day…

Back at Timmy’s house, Timmy sits in a large EZ chair with his feet kicked up. He’s wearing a robe, pajamas & fuzzy pink slippers, along with his trademark pink hat. As he gazes at the TV in front of him, a stunning figure walks up to him wearing a Maid’s outfit. A view of her pink hair reveals that it’s Wanda, in her human form, with a body that would rival Timmy’s mom, or even Britney-Britney.

“Does the young master have any needs to be taken care of?” She asks, with a sly grin.

“Well, not that you’ve asked, there is one.” Timmy says, smiling back. Wanda then stands right in front of him and drops down to her knees. She slowly tugs on his pajama bottoms enough to reveal his hardening rod. She grabs the shaft and gently begins to lick around the head.

“Am I doing a good job, sir?” She asks knowingly.

“Indeed!” Timmy answers, wearing a huge smile. Wanda goes back to work on his Cock, working her tongue around the head before she wraps her lips around it. She goes slowly, so that both Timmy & her can enjoy the moment. She begins to work a back & forth motion, going about halfway down onto his Cock, before pulling back up. Timmy lets his head drift back and places his hand gently on her head, running his fingers through her soft, pink hair.

“Oh Wanda, you are the Queen of blowjobs.” Timmy says lovingly. Wanda keeps working on his manhood, moving a little bit lower on his shaft with each movement forward. After minutes of getting his Cock worked over by Wanda’s mouth, Timmy begins to shiver & tremble. A moment later, he releases his load right into Wanda’s mouth. Its not much, but still enough to fill up her mouth. Wanda sucks it all in, keeping her mouth wrapped around his manhood, and gulps it down. She finally releases his Cock and looks up and smiles at him.

“Mmmm, Fudge flavored. My favorite.” She says.

Timmy smiles as he looks down at her. “I didn’t know you could make semen different flavors.” He says. “That reminds me, I’m kinda hungry.”

Wanda stands up to her feet and faces Timmy. “Well, I’ve got the solution for that.” She grabs her tight black skirt and hikes it up, revealing to Timmy that she’s wearing no panties. “DINNER IS SERVED!!!”

With that, she leaps up and wraps her thighs around Timmy’s head, causing him to lie all the way back in the recliner. She comes down on her, her pussy smothering his face. Timmy begins to panic and waves his arms around frantically, as he tries to yell for help. This starts to feel good to Wanda, but it’s not exactly what she wants.

“Oh, you’re just like Cosmo, Timmy.” Wanda tells him. “Just stick your tongue in there and go nuts.”

Timmy finally calms down and starts to lick Wanda’s love lips. “Mmmm, tastes like strawberry.” He takes Wanda’s advice and let’s his tongue go nuts, licking her love lips, and her clit. Wanda almost goes into a frenzy from the pleasure of his tongue.

“OHHHHHHH GAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” She screams out, almost sounding as goofy as Cosmo. “He’s almost as good as Cosmo licking me down there.” Wanda thinks. “I should’ve done this a long time ago.” Wanda decides to pull back from Timmy and climbs off of his face. “OK, that’s enough, Timmy.” She tells him. “Don’t wanna ruin the Main Course.”

Wanda backs up a little, but remains in the chair with him. She straddles her godchild and positions herself so that his cock is in between her ass cheeks. It nestles in there like a hot dog in a bun. Wanda begins to slowly rock back & forth, so that his Cock rubs against her ass. And it serves to make Timmy’s rod even harder.

“So, you ready Timmy?” She asks him lovingly.

“You know it!” Timmy says with a grin. Wanda raises herself up and spreads her pussy open. Timmy grips his Cock and holds it still, as Wanda slowly slides herself down onto it. She takes in all of his manhood, and rests on top of him. Timmy’s eyes almost roll into the back of his head, as he feels the warmness surrounding his rod. Wanda leans in close to her godchild, puts her hand under his chin and kisses him gently on the lips, pecking away at him. After a minute, she pulls away from him.

“So, am I doing a good job, Wanda?” Timmy asks.

“You’re doing perfect, sport.” She says to him smiling. “You see, I told you role-playing would make learning about sex better. And we can review this later since Cosmo’s recording us.”

Sure enough, Cosmo, poofed into a camera, is recording every moment that’s gone on. “Hey, no adlibbing to the movie.” He says. “Stick to the script.”

“Oh, shut up and keep taping us.” Wanda says, before turning her attention back to Timmy. She moves her hips a little, and works up a motion, moving up & down on his Cock. Timmy pulls down the front of Wanda’s dress to reveal her large, succulent breasts. He begins to suck on them, like a baby sucking on a bottle. Wanda becomes even more turned on, and pulls Timmy closer to her. She begins to ride him a little rough now, as she gets lost in her pleasure. She can feel and orgasm coming, and tries to ride herself there, when a familiar voice can be heard that sends chills down everyone’s spine.

“TIMMY! OH, TIMMY!!!”

It’s Timmy’s Dad, looking for his son. Timmy’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, and his heart skips a beat. “Oh, Fuck! My Dad!” He says. “EMERGENCY UNWISH NO. 928!!!”

Wanda sighs and waves her wand along with Cosmo. They Poof Timmy away and back to his room, much to Wanda’s disappointment. “Oh, and I was close to my orgasm too.”

POOF! Cosmo transforms back into his fairy form and consoles Wanda. “Don’t worry, Wanda.” He says. “There are plenty of things her to get you off. That Thermos, the removable Shower head…”

“The Giant Green Dildo right in front of me.” Wanda says with a grin as she raises her wand.

“Huh, I don’t see any…” POOF!!! Cosmo is transformed into a Giant Green Dildo. Wanda grins widely and tackles him to the ground, before…doing things that should quite be explained. “UGH! WANDA, NO!!!” Cosmo screams. “SO…MUCH…PINK!!!”

Meanwhile, back in Timmy’s room, Timmy appears on his bed, just as his Dad opens the door. “Timmy? There you are, son.” He says, walking into the room. “Your Mom and I have just won an all-expenses paid cruise to the North Pole!”

Timmy’s Mom walks in after him. “It’s the re-enactment of that famous movie, Gigantic. And there’s an all-night, no kids allowed ever, after party we’ve been invited to.”

“So you know what that means, champ.” His dad says. A moment later, Vicky peers her head into the room, wearing an evil grin. Surprisingly, Timmy’s not shaking in fear.

“It’s cool, go have your fun.” He tells his parents, who look at him in disbelief for a moment. Mom then grabs Dad’s wrist and jets for the door, waving goodbye to their son. “BYE, TIMMY! SEE YOU TOMORROW!!!”

They dart out of Timmy’s room, and not even 3 seconds later, the car is heard peeling out of the driveway and down the road. Timmy pays it no mind as he turns his attention to Vicky. “Cool, I was wondering when you were gonna come over.” He says. “I would’ve gone over to your place, but Tootie and all. So, about that time at the beach. You think…”

She interrupts Timmy, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him close. “I think you should SHUT UP, TWERP!!!” She tosses him out of his own room, before sitting down on his chair and working on his Computer.

“What the hell?” Timmy says, picking himself up. Cosmo & Wanda Poof in on either side of him, with Cosmo looks like he’s been through a Tornado & an Earthquake at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Sport?” Wanda asks.

“Vicky just barged into my room and…” He stops his sentence once he notices Cosmo’s appearance. “WHOA!!! What happened to you?”

Cosmo begins shaking again, as he clenches his wand tightly. “So…much…pink!” He drops to the floor in a fetal position and begins sucking his thumb, as Wanda just rolls her eyes.

“Oh, just ignore him, Timmy.” She says. “He never could take it. So what’s going on with Vicky?”

“She barged into my room, called me a twerp, told me to shut up and threw me out!” He says.

“Well, maybe she’s just doing something special for you, and needs you out of the way.” Wanda says. “I’m sure she’ll start being nice to you again.”

3 Hours Later…

Timmy is on his hands & knees in front of the TV. Vicky is using him as a footstool, as both feet are kicked up on his back. She’s laughing at the show that’s on, Stupid Dork Tricks on the Bully Channel. Timmy looks down at a Pink & Green rug, which is really his Godparents, as Wanda’s face appears on the Pink side.

“Well, I could be wrong you know.” Wanda says.

“Alright, twerp.” Vicky says, taking her feet off of him. “It’s bedtime, so hit your room and I better not here a peep out of you!”

“But it’s only 7pm.” Timmy protests.

Vicky leans in close, coming within inches of Timmy’s face. “BED…NOW!!!” She demands. Timmy grumbles and marches towards the stairs. He stomps down on each step as he climbs up to his room, angrier than he’s ever been. He reaches the top and goes into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. As he climbs into his bed, his two Fairy Godparents Poof in and join him.

“Aw Timmy, cheer up.” Wanda says, trying to get a smile out of her godson. “We could put up the Timmy-Bot and go back into the Castle for more Role-playing.”

She smiles seductively at him, but it doesn’t work. “I’m too angry for that now!” He says. “Stupid Vicky!” He rolls over and dumps his head into his pillow, trying to go to sleep. Wanda sighs in disappointment, and takes Cosmo back into their Fish Bowl, leaving their godchild alone.

Later that night…

It’s 3am, and Timmy, now in his pajamas, hasn’t been to sleep once. For hours he’s been laying there, remembering the time he & Vicky spent at the beach, and hating the fact that she appears back to her old self. Finally fed up with just lying there, he rolls out of bed & into his Crimson Chin slippers.

“I need some water.” He says tiredly, as he journeys out of his room. He descends down the steps and heads into the kitchen. He doesn’t bother turning on the light, as there’s enough moonlight shining in through the window to navigate through. He opens the Refrigerator and grabs a pitcher of water. Not bothering with a cup, he begins to drink it down. As he finishes and lowers the pitcher, he sees Cosmo floating right in front of him.

“HI, TIMMY!!!”

Timmy goes into shock, and spits all of the water he drank right back into Cosmo’s face. “Oh, yeah?” Cosmo says. “Well two can play that game, mister!” POOF! A pitcher of water appears in Cosmo’s hand. He drinks the whole thing down, then proceeds to spit it back in Timmy’s face.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN HERE?” Timmy whispers loudly, wiping himself clean. “If Vicky sees you, than you & Wanda will have to go away forever.”

“Oh don’t worry, Timmy.” Cosmo says. “It’s 3am. All Fairies at this time have the ability to project themselves as a dream, therefore not letting on that they actually exist.”

Timmy is caught off guard by Cosmo’s moment of logic. “Wow, Cosmo. How did you remember that?”

“It’s on my underwear!” He says, pulling them up enough to show Timmy where it says so. “And they’ve never lied to me before.”

Timmy sighs as he walks out of the kitchen, followed by Cosmo. They’re about to go upstairs when they notice Vicky stretched out on the couch. Timmy can’t help but to stare at her lying there. The humongous Funbags he accidentally wished for almost busting out of her shirt.

“Man, why does she have to be so angry all the time?” Timmy says.

“I don’t know. But you know what might make her happy? If you played with her breasts.” Cosmo says, trying to sway Timmy.

“I don’t know, Cosmo.” Timmy says. “She might wake up & get mad.”

“Or she might stay asleep and be happy.” Cosmo counters.

Timmy takes a moment to think about it. “Hmm, you got a point there.” He comes to a decision, and reaches his hands under her green shirt to fondle her breasts. He then lifts her shirt up, revealing a blue lace bra. Wanting to feel them bare, he unsnaps the bra and brings them out into the open, before playing with them again. “Cool, I never knew they were this soft. You do good work, Cosmo.”

Cosmo begins to blush. “Aw, shucks.”

Vicky starts to moan softly as she dreams. “Oh, Winston.”

Timmy can’t help but to laugh. “Ha! She’s still in love with that Foreign guy Dunnsworth. She’s probably dreaming about him now.”

“Who wouldn’t, Timmy?” Cosmo says, shockingly dreaming about him too. OK, not so shockingly. “He’s so Foreign.” Timmy stops and turns to Cosmo with an eyebrow cocked up. “What? He is Foreign. Isn’t he?”

“Whatever. I just got a better idea.” He says, staring a hole in Vicky’s black jeans. He stops playing with her breasts and starts tugging down them down, until they’re around her ankles. After doing the same to her blue thong, Timmy lifts her legs and climbs onto the couch, positioning himself inches away from her love box. “Cosmo, I wish her pussy tasted like Caramel.”

POOF! Cosmo eagerly grants the wish giving her snatch not only caramel taste, but also smell. Timmy leans in and gives her a small lick, checking to see if the wish worked. He’s pleasantly surprised when he finds out it did. “Now for a little late night snack.”

He dives forward, tongue first, and begins licking her pussy lips. Vicky feels it, even in her state of slumber, and starts to tremble with pleasure. “Oh god, yeah!” She yells. “Eat me, Winston. EAT ME!!!”

“Go, Timmy!” Cosmo cheers. “Lick that bitch!”

His tongue is now inside of her, waggling around furiously. Vicky starts breathing hard. Her chest heaves out about every other second now. Timmy decides to juice up the action and moves over to her clit, tonguing it gently. He uses his index & middle finger and starts fingering Vicky’s pussy, making it wetter than before. Cosmo is impressed.

“Wow, Timmy. Where’d you learn that?” Cosmo asks.

“Surfing with Wanda on the internet.” He says.

Vicky is feeling unbridled pleasure. Having her clit licked and being finger fucked is almost too much for her to bear. She gets closer to her limit, and the intensity of jars her awake. “Oh, Winston. You’re so…you’re…” As she opens her eyes and looks down, she notices who it is licking her. Even through the darkness she can make out the buckteeth & pink hat. “TURRRRRRRRNERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!”

POOF! Cosmo turns himself into a lamp and puts himself on the coffee table. “Lick, Timmy!” He warns him. “Lick for your life!”

Timmy does just that, inserting his tongue back inside of her and doing his best to make her cum as soon as possible. Vicky clenches her fist and raises it into the air. “You twerp! You think that you can just…just…make me…AAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

Timmy lucks out as Vicky hits her orgasm hard. She puts her hands on his head and forces him deep inside of her. Almost like what Wanda did to Timmy earlier. Her love juices squirt into his mouth, until she falls back on the couch, looking dazed & confused. “The stars look wonderful tonight.” She says.

“Wow Timmy, you made her see stars when she came.” Cosmo says. “The only thing I see when I’m done is Wanda’s face covered with white stuff.”

“Yeah, well I’m not done yet.” Timmy says, pulling down his pajama bottoms and pulling out his Cock. Cosmo takes the initiative and Poofs Vicky’s shoes, pants & panties completely off, just as she starts coming out of her orgasm-induced daze.

“Turner, I don’t know what you’re gonna do…”

“Oh, you don’t?” Timmy says. “Well, here’s a clue.” He places the head of his Cock up against her lips and holds it there, teasing Vicky about the thought of having it inside of her. “Now what is your problem? How come you went back to being mean?”

“Look, twerp!” She says. “What we had on the beach was a good moment. But…you’re a twerp! A High-School Freshman twerp at that.”

“Oh yeah, well this High School twerp had you screaming just 5 minutes ago.” Timmy says, feeling the confidence to stand up for himself.

Vicky gets angry and sits up enough to face him eye-to-eye. “Listen, twerp. What happened on the beach only happened cause I hadn’t been laid in like, forever! That’s all!”

“And how long has it been since you’ve been now?” Timmy asks smugly.

Vicky wants to answer, but knows she can’t. Besides that one time she was drunk at a High School Kegger, Timmy’s been the only one fucking her. And fucking her well. She wanted to save herself for the man she marries…or a rich & handsome guy…or even someone foreign like Winston. But vanity gets the best of her right now.

“Alright Turner, fine.” She says. “If you can make me come again, I’ll stop being so mean to you.”

“Deal!” Timmy says, taking up the challenge. He then grabs his shaft and pushes himself inside of Vicky, intending to make her come harder than she ever has. Vicky tries to keep a stone face, but it’s showing cracks. She forgot how big Timmy secretly wished himself to be, but gets a quick reminder when he pulls out, then slams back into her. It knocks the breath out of her, as she feels herself about to have another orgasm. Thinking quickly, she tries to taunt Timmy to distract him.

“Is…that the best…you got, Turner?” She says, trying to hold on. But her taunts only succeed in making Timmy angrier.

“You always have to insult me, don’t you?” He says, slamming harder into her with each thrust. “We had a good thing on the beach. But now it’s Twerp this, and Dork that!”

Vicky starts clinging to the couch just to hold on. “Well Dammit…if you weren’t…so good…”

“Making me do your chores. Using me as a footstool. Tossing my comics into the fireplace!” Timmy says, interrupting her. “You fucked me over through all these years. So welcome to the corner of Pay…and Back!!”

His hips start to move at a lightning pace now, as he drills into her balls deep. Vicky can feel him almost ripping her in two with his monster pipe. Suddenly, she feels her pussy begin to tingle, and her vision becomes blurry. Timmy’s hit the G-Spot, and Vicky can no longer hold on.

“I…I…OH, FUCK!!!” She screams, losing all control. “Fuck me, twerp! FUCK ME HARD!!!”

Her legs hang in the air, rocking back & forth as Timmy continues to plow into her. His animosity & hatred toward her is fueling his every stroke. By all rights, he should’ve came long ago. But the look on her face keeps him going. She’s weak, and begging for more. And he’s enjoying every minute of it. He leans over and starts sucking her nipples, which only gets her off more.

“Yes! Suck my tits!” She tells him. “Oh GOD, you’re so good, Turner!”

Timmy changes his focus and grabs her thighs, lifting her legs high into the air. He comes down on her pussy like a jackhammer, reaming her at will. Vicky closes her eyes, as she feels herself brought to the limit.

“OH, GOD! I’M GONNA…AAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Her whole body trembles, as she experiences the longest & hardest orgasm of her life. She tenses up, and freezes just for a moment, before going limp, passing out from the exhaustion. A moment later, Timmy pulls out of her, right before spraying his load inside of her thighs and on her love lips.

“I win…feeling tired…must sleep.” He says, before falling onto Vicky. He starts fluffing her breasts like pillows as he snores loudly & quickly. Meanwhile, Vicky’s fallen asleep herself, sucking her thumb. At that moment, Cosmo’s face appears on the lamp.

“Wow, she really does suck her thumb when she sleeps.”

The Next Morning…

Timmy is in his room, sleeping comfortably in his bed, and snoring loudly. At least until his authentic Crimson Chin alarm clock goes off.

“TIME TO EAT JUSTICE!!!”

Timmy slowly sits up and yawns, as the sun shines down from the window. He looks around his room, ready to welcome in another day. And then it hits him, like Timmy’s Dad driving through the Living Room. He remembers everything that happened last night. “OH MY GOSH!!! Vicky…the couch…the sex…” He then notices a note pinned on his pajamas in Vicky’s handwriting.

“Dear Twerp, I mean, Turner.” He starts to read. “Thanks for the best fuck of my life. As part of our deal, I’ll stop being mean to you. With regards, Vicky.”

He stops reading when he hears the screams of his friends A.J. & Chester. He climbs out of bed and runs to the window to see his two buddies running around on his lawn, with their underwear pulled over their heads, victims of Atomic Wedgies. As they bump into each other and fall on the ground, Timmy reads the rest of the note. “P.S. That doesn’t mean I won’t raise hell for your dorky friends.”