“Uhm.. Mr. Dawson?”. He looked up and said: “Yes Jenny, what can I do for you?”. He stared at her. Despite of being one of his many students for several years now, he never noticed how hot Jenny actually looked. Besides having a beautiful face, she also had beautiful feminine curves, a small waist, a big tight ass and a huge pair of breasts. She was wearing a tight shirt with a low cut, she had a big cleavage going on, a very short miniskirt and fishnet stockings. She looked like a real horny slut. Not quite something Mr. Dawson would approve if his own daughter would want to wear it, but hey,... Continue»
How long had Tim known Phoebe? They had been best friends for many years now. He was practically one of the f****y, he had spent so much time at their home. But in no amount of years could he foresee the events that would happen today.
It was their senior year in high school, Tim was sitting in his math class, when he felt his phone's vibration go off in his pocket. He wasn't a saint of a k**, and his school was pretty lenient about it, so he pulled his phone out, not-so-subtly hiding it behind his book, as he read the incoming text message.
"He broke up with me..."
It was Phoebe, talking about her latest boyfriend. Tim had always found her choice in guys to be very odd, never going after attractive, or even intelligent guys. She herself was gorgeous, her hair shoulder length, changing anywhere from red to blond to dark brown depending on the type of mood she was in that year. She was paler in complexion, fitting her well. Her 5'8 tall body was perfectly shaped, from her amazing 36C breasts, to her flat slender middle, all the way down to her scrumptious ass, not fat, but sticking out the perfect amount. Either she really was the least shallow person on earth, or she didn't know how good she looked, because her exes were not up-to-par to say the least. Darwin would be ashamed of her mating choices.
Only she didn't "mate". She was a rare exception to the morality choices of generation X, as she never went past making out with anyone. She never drank, never smoked, never did anything. Maybe it was her Mormon upbringing, maybe it was her lifestyle choices, but whatever it was, it stuck with her all the time.
Tim wasn't exactly someone one would imagine being a Mormon's best friend. Partying with his friends whenever, he had no issues with drinking, smoking, or fucking whoever was willing. He wasn't a manwhore by any means, but he had had his fair share of women around the school. His good looks, along with his sizable member were usually enough to seal the deal if ever he needed some feminine attention.
But he held a special place in his heart for Phoebe. She was off limits to his friends, hell, off limits to himself. He was proud of her for her life choices, and he would not see her ruin it on account of him or his circle of friends. The pair had a b*****r/s****r relationship, and although he was extremely attracted to her, and had even asked her out on occasion, he would not trade their relationship for anything.
Now, sitting in math class, he responded to her, "I'm sorry Pheeberson... You know he's a prick." He had been through this a dozen times, as she did date a lot of guys. He knew after a little "rebellious" swearing, a movie or two, and a new target boyfriend-to-be, she would be perfectly fine.
"I know... I'm just really pissed off is all. He did it over text this morning, and then I already see him walking around with Nicole? Fuck him."
"Ooooh the F-word. Phoebious is mad today! But really, I am sorry... Want me to come over tonight for a movie or two? Keep you company?" He already knew the answer would be yes. He had went to her house after school for four or five days in a row now. They would just chill out either in the living room or her bedroom and bullshit the night away. Around 2 he would finally go home, and they'd continue to text about nothing until one of them passed out. It really was a fun relationship to him.
"Sure. I'll hit up redbox today at lunch and I'll just see you up there? Grace has tennis practice today, so I don't have to take her home."
Grace was Phoebe's younger s****r. At 16 years old, she shared the same Latter Day Saint moral's as her s****r, if not more adamantly. She was always scolding her s****r for drinking coffee, or even worse, the dreaded energy drinks. She wasn't a bitch to be around, in fact Tim enjoyed her company, but he did always notice the s****rs were quick to point out whenever the other was NOT perfect.
The girls also shared great looks, as Grace was drop dead sexy. She was only 5'4, her light blond hair trailing down passed her mid-back. She had small, yet perky tits, was her slim belly making her look 100 pounds at most, and her ass was slightly flatter than her s****r's, but not by much. If Tim had to choose between the s****rs, he would probably take Grace. He wasn't sure what the deciding factor was. Maybe it was that he didn't share the in-depth relationship with her as he did with her s****r. Or maybe he just wanted to make that short blond girl choose his dick over her morals. Either way, he knew nothing would happen, as it would completely ruin his relationship with Phoebe.
The two wrapped up their virtual conversation and continued on with their day. Finally the last bell of the day rang, Tim proceeding to walk through the halls, talking to his friends. There were no plans to make with them, as it was only Wednesday, yet his friend Tyler was fixated on having a bonfire.
"Dude, why not just wait until the weekend so we can all just stay the night?!" Tim questioned.
"Uh... b*o. It's late start tomorrow. You can stay as long as you want." Tyler responded, shocked his buddy hadn't remembered.
Late start was a blessing for all of high-schoolers, as it meant their school started at 10:30 instead of the usual 8. It happened once a month.
"Shit! You're right! I'll talk to Pheeberson and see if we can stop by. She needs some Timmy-Time," he jested.
With that, the boys found their cars and went in separate ways. Phoebe lived very close to the school, only a short drive up the hill. Tim pulled up to her house, only to find her car already there. He waltzed into the house to find her in the kitchen with her mom and dad.
"Tim!!!!!" Phoebe greeted him in her usual hushed-screaming manner and hugged him. Her parents both greeted him as well, albeit much more calmly, and the pair marched back to her room.
"I ended up skipping 6th. I didn't really want to sit by him today. So I grabbed 'Transformers II' and 'Final Destination' and headed up here."
"I have to pee!" Tim announced proudly, as he marched into the bathroom connected to Phoebe's bedroom, as her and her s****r shared the Master Bed. Phoebe rolled her eyes, and moments later he returned.
Phoebe popped Transformers in, and the pair sat on her bed watching the movie. The two conversed back and forth with oddities about the movie, snide comments about the actors, and occasionally projecting a pillow at each other. The movie was just about over when they heard a knock, followed by Phoebe's mom poking her head through the door frame. "I'm running dad down to the airport. I should be back in a few hours."
"Okay" the teens chorused.
"No funny business while we're gone!" Piped in her dad, playfully, as he knew full well nothing would transpire.
"I'll do my best to resist him daddy," mocked Phoebe as she kissed him on the cheek, waving goodbye to them both.
With that she plopped back down on the bed, as Tim resumed the movie.
"Wait! I got to pee!" announced Phoebe humorously, as she raced into the bathroom. Tim laughed at their brashness with one another.
She returned a few minutes later, sporting a new outfit than the one she had entered with.
"I changed. It's way too hot in here."
Tim didn't mind in the slightest. She had on a black tank top along with blue short-shorts. The outfit showed off her gorgeous legs and allowed her tits to nicely fill out the tight tank top. Phoebe had never worn anything less than bishop-approved attire outside of her house, but she figured with just Tim, she was perfectly safe to stay cool in the heat.
Tim didn't mind the eye candy as he smiled and then again, pressed play.
Less than a half an hour later, the credits started scrolling, Phoebe looked to Tim hoping he would volunteer to get up and put the next movie in, when she found that he was asl**p. She chuckled to herself, leaning over the top of him, shaking him gently to wake him up.
Tim, eyes still closed, grabbed Phoebe around the back of her neck, pulling her down onto him, planting a kiss on her lips. Phoebe, in utter shock, didn't move, it didn't even register in her brain that this was reality. Her head slowly coming back into focus, she felt Tim's tongue parting her lips. Still not fully in tune with her cognitive functions, she allowed it to happen, kissing him back as he slept.
Her brain now regaining control, she pulled away from her and yelled to him. Tim's eyes shot open as he jumped into a sitting position.
"What?! What's wrong?"
"You.... um.... nothing. I was just trying to scare you," Phoebe played it off, not wanting to cause any drama. Still the feeling of his kiss was pressing into her brain.
She looked away from him, getting up to put Final Destination in, laying back down, this time side by side with her friend. She laid against him, Tim instinctively putting his arm around her. The two looked like a cute couple, if only for a while, as the movie soon had both of them jumping and fidgeting against each other.
Still, Phoebe's mind raced to the kiss. Her brain tossed and turned, trying to process her emotions. Finally, she made up her mind, that if Tim had done it in his sl**p, that he must have been thinking about it. That thought weirded her out. The boy had been such a close friend for so long, it was hard to imagine him as anything more. But she wanted to try...
Maybe it was the just being dumped that made her want Tim's physical attention. Maybe it was the fact that she felt safer with him than with any other guy. No matter what she thought about, her hormones told her to do something about it! She finally convinced herself that she would test the ice, see if he actually wanted anything to do with her by asking leading questions. If he had no interest, she would play it off as trivial matters. If he showed signs of interest, maybe he would let her press on further.
Bluntly, she began her information seeking. "Tim, how long has it been since you were with a girl?"
"Uh... do you mean 'with' as in... sex? Or anything physical? Or just like date wise?"
"Um... Anything physical sounds good. When was your last good make out session?" Phoebe prodded teasingly.
"Well me and Tayler got pretty wasted last Saturday night and I'm pretty sure we did some things. Does that count? Why do you ask anyway?"
"Oh, no reason. I'm just curious. It's been sooooooo long for me... It drives me crazy that I can't just make out with a guy, enjoy the kissing, without him wanting me to put out more. I would do anything for a guy who would go at my pace...." her voice trailed off, seductively.
Tim was confused. He was never secretive about his life to Phoebe, but she never seemed interested in girls he had been with. In fact, she seemed to despise any girls he had bragged about. And the way she was talking... It wasn't like her at all.
She continued, "I still can't believe I was dumped today... That has me really worked up... I just want to do something.... I don't even know!"
Tim, removing his arm from around Phoebe to face her, looked puzzled at her. "What are you saying here?"
"Phoebe looked innocently back to him, replying with a slow "I don't know... I just want to do something!" She smiled, then leaned up and kissed him.
It started out as just a peck on the cheek, but with all of the teasing, Tim had been ready for more. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, kissing her harder as she signed with content.
Phoebe was quick to put her hands on Tim's ass, squeezing playfully. "What happened to 'your speed'?" inquired Tim jokingly.
"My speed is fast today. You better take advantage of that and keep up!" she countered.
Tim's mind wrapped around her wording. "Take advantage of" played over and over in his head, as he felt nothing but guilt wind up in his stomach. "I... I can't do this Pheebs... This isn't right."
"NO! I want this! I promise!" Phoebe pleaded with a smile, pressing Tim down on his back, crawling up to him, bribing him with butterfly kisses steadily planted on his lips.
"Still," countered Timmy, trying to regain the situation, "I think you're going to regret it tomorrow..."
"Not if it's you," Phoebe finished, as she seductively reached for his pants, grabbing at his dick.
"Wooooh now. Phoebe you can't be doing that unless you're sure."
"Will this show you that I'm sure?" She toyed, unzipping his jean's zipper, handling his cock until she had it pointing straight up, then as if she had done it a hundred times, engulfed it with her mouth.
Tim's "b*****r/s****r" mind was completely shut down. Here was a sexy girl with her lips surrounding his dick, and he WAS a guy. He was going to enjoy this as much as he would any other girl. In fact, he was probably going to enjoy it more.
Phoebe just bobbed her head up and down softly, only mouthing at the very tip of his member, jacking off his shaft as she worked. She smiled at his pleasure, and honestly aroused by her own rebellion. She had, of course, never done this before, only watched a few videos (with Tim in fact.) What was she going to do next to keep him satisfied? Or would she be able to finish him with nothing but her tongue? With that in mind, she started flicking his pisshole with her tongue, quickly darting across it side to side, as she continued her head-bobbing movements.
"Phoebe! What are you doing?! Where are Mom and Dad?!"
Phoebe and Tim both shot up. It was Grace, home from practice. Tim's heart sank. He had completely forgotten about the rest of the world, and now felt stupid that he hadn't remembered that Grace was due home around this time. But what he witnessed next, he never in a million years would have foresaw.
Phebe lunged at her s****r, grabbing her shoulders and tossing her onto Phoebe's twin bed, with the very exposed Tim only feet away. She then tackled Grace, who was screaming at her older s****r. Phoebe quickly pinned her s****r's wrists down onto the bed, while at the same time commanded Tim to get his phone out. She then started ripping layers of Grace's clothing off, slapping her s****r in the face whenever she could spare her hands for milliseconds.
Grace was crying, screaming at her s****r to let her go, throwing punches whenever she could, only to get smacked in her face moments later. Her T shirt, along with the tank top she always wore underneath for added modesty, were now well over her head, Phoebe quickly throwing them across the room, only to slap her s****r moments later.
Overpowering her younger s****r, Phoebe twisted the girl so now the Blond was facing Tim, who's phone was ready, confused at this turn of events.
"Turn your video camera on!" Phoebe ordered, as Tim quickly complied, seeing only the basis of Phoebe's real plan.
Now that she was in just her bra, Grace's tits looked larger. How typical of her to flatted her chest with an added tank top, but now, Tim guessed that she had a small C cup.
Holding her s****r's wrists in place with one hand, Phoebe unsnapped her bra with the other, allowing it to drop to the floor. Grace was now sobbing, completely ashamed at her first naked experience with a boy. She pleaded for Phoebe to let her go.
"What, so you can tell Mom and Dad what a horrible person I am?! No. You arn't leaving until I have insurance that you will keep quiet about what you saw! Now suck it bitch!"
Phoebe pushed the back of Grace's head into Tim, who still couldn't believe this was happening. He had his camera phone out, taking a video of the whole event. Grace's lips, locked shut, made contact with his dick, causing him to twitch a bit from the excitement. He knew he sounded like a horrible person, but he absolutely loved this.
Phoebe continued to push against the back of her s****r's head, forcing her to take the tip of his cock into her mouth. It took her a few seconds to grasp her situation, but quickly realized she could clamp down her teeth to stop the incoming member.
Tim winced in pain as he grinded against Grace's teeth. "Fuck, Grace, that hurts!"
"Bitch, don't cause him pain!" Phoebe scolded, laying 3 hard spankings against Grace's Tennis practice pants, which were thin spandex, radiating the pain of the discipline she was recieving.
"OOOOW!" screamed Grace, opening up her mouth to voice her pain, only to find it be stuffed by the monstrous cock. Phoebe applied pressure to the back of her head again, forcing her to go down on the dick multiple times, bobbing up and down. After a few more cycles, she was able to clamp her teeth down again.
Again, she was met with severe pain, and couldn't help but utter out her screams, only to find her entire oral cavity being filled once again. Soon, she lost the will to fight and quit biting her teeth down, letting her mouth be used in hopes that her assailants would tire of her soon.
Grace continued to plead, begging for this nightmare to be over. "Please Phoebe, I won't tell Mom and Dad. I won't tell anyone, I promise!"
"That's right you won't. Because if you do, every single person in the entire town will see this video of how you love sucking cock. Understand? Now sit up and take your spandex off, or we'll clip some topless pics out of the video and post them at school tomorrow."
The reality of Grace's situation sank in to her. Tim was a genius when it came to computers, and she knew full well he could edit the entire video to make her look like a slut. Not to mention she was naked in the entire thing, and even if she wasn't in the wrong, she couldn't like with anyone else seeing her like that.
The frightened girl sat up, slowly sliding down her pants. Phoebe, aparantly thought she was taking to long, because soon after, she ripped Grace's boy shorts down, exposing a surprisingly shaven mound. Phoebe took the liberty of stripping herself down as well, wanting nothing more than to please Tim. Her mind filled with obsessive thoughts. The happier she could make him, the happier she would be, right? She too was cleanly shaven, and Tim was in heaven looking at the two girls. He had them turn around and he admired their asses for a good few moments before moving on.
Tim didn't care anyone's reasoning for this. All he knew was that he liked what he saw. There were to sexy girls, s****rs at that, with amazing bodies, ready to suck his dick. On camera to boot! How could it get any better?!
Phoebe took the lead, leaning down, kissing Tim's dick, licking the underskin as she had seen in the videos she had watched. Grace only looked at the door, longing for this to be over.
"Go ahead and leave Grace, see what happens with the video that he DID get of you," warned Phoebe, "Or you can be a good little slut and join me."
Grace, hesitantly, started to lean down towards the 9 inches of meat. She felt absolutely sick to her stomach, but knew there were no other options. She stuck her tongue out, only to have Tim reach around the back of her head and pull her closer, her tongue again making contact with him.
"You're going to have to put some effort into it Grace," coached Tim, as he pressured her into a more willingness attitude.
She licked up his shaft, and was greeted by her s****r's tongue, as she was doing her part as well.
"Well, I think it's wet enough to do some fucking, don't you?" Phoebe playfully asked Tim.
Grace was in disbelieve. "No! You can't make me lose my virginity! That's ****! I won't do it! No!"
"Relax," Phebe said laughing. "I didn't mean you. I think if anyone deserves my cherry, it's the guy who's been there for me before AND after all of my boyfriends."
Tim, although he disagreed, was unable to argue. His heart was telling him that there was no way he could let her do this. But his body was shouting "If you ruin this for us, I will never forgive you!!!"
How could he argue with her logic? He had to make her happy, and right now, him fucking her brains out would make them both VERY happy.
He gently laid her on her back, pointing his dick at her, asking her one last time if she was sure she wanted this.
"Baby, I want nothing more than to be completely yours! Take me!" She said seductively.
That was it. All inner turmoil died right there, he was going to fuck her. With that, he gently but steadily pressed forward into her pussy. Not ceasing when he felt her hymen, he caused Phoebe to cry out in pain, shuddering at the tearing of her cherry.
Grace sat there, horrified, yet strangely curious. She wanted to get a closer look at the penis actually entering her s****r, but was afraid that any curiosity would be met as willingness, and she might be the next to be made into a human shish kabob.
Tim slowly pumped in and out of Phoebe, who's face was still distorted. Deciding to play through the pain for Tim's benefit, she started humping her hips in rhythm with hers. She then commanded Grace to stand in front of Tim, allowing him to lick her pussy.
Grace was appauld. Sure, blowing Tim was understandable blackmail, because it was good for him, but how did her getting tongued help anybody? Surely Tim wouldn't enjoy it, and she obviously wouldn't enjoy anything f***ed upon her. Still, she didn't want to upset the crazed Phoebe, giving her the chance to make good on her blackmail. Grace quickly got up, straddling Tim's face awkwardly.
Grace's stomach was in knots as she felt Tim's delicate tongue make contact with the outer lips of her pussy. She felt him grip her ass, pulling her closer to him, allowing him to f***efully stick his tongue inside her. She hated the entire idea of this, yet she couldn't help but love the feeling his tongue gave her. She wasn't aroused, this was completely f***ed upon her, yet she still couldn't help but love the sensation of oral sex. What was wrong with her?
Phoebe started screaming that she was cumming, which Grace found odd, as she had always heard girls lasted longer than boys.
Tim was in heaven. Phoebe's stretching pussy was pulsating around his dick as she entered into her orgasm. Grace squirmed from his touch as she allowed him to slurp up any leaking juices she gave him. She could deny it all she wanted. She could cling to her precious morals, but she loved this. Without warning, his dick started to spray his load, deep into Phoebe's pussy, as he continued pumping in and out of her. Phoebe just cooed, loving the feeling, and knowing that if anything were to happen, her best friend was more likely to stick around than anyone.
Her mind was just now coming back to her from her near comatose orgasm, but she was already ready to please Tim more. She read somewhere that guys might enjoy a finger to the butthole, to help them become more aroused. She reached around, finding his brown hole, and attempting to apply pressure. She was taken aback by a sharp smack to her face. Tim smacked her tits, causing her to yelp, as he scolded her, demanding that she not ever try anything like that again. She was surprised, but she found she actually liked being smacked. But not wanting him to be truly mad at her, she agreed not to try anything like that again and now, carefully, placed her arms around his back, and as Tim's dick re-hardened from the once in a lifetime situation he found himself in, it allowed him to fuck her more f***efully.
Grace was confused by all the events going on around her. It had been quite a few minutes now of Tim licking her, and she now noticed that he was finger fucking her on top of that. How long had he been doing that? She was unaware, as her brain was drifting in and out of focus constantly, as her body told her to just relax and enjoy the feelings he was giving her. She heard her s****r screaming as a second orgasm rocked her body. She then felt Tim's tongue and fingers depart, as she found herself extremely disappointed.
That disappointment soon turned to fear however, when she was laid down on her back, Tim's dick saluting her, ready for insertion.
"NO!!!! I promised myself no one but my husband would ever..." Grace trailed off, seeing Phoebe's face change to pure anger.
"Bitch, you will t-" She was cut off my Tim.
"Now now, Pheeberson, we can at least give her the choice to keep her virginity," he lectured, giving Grace great hope. "Now Grace, would you like me to take your pussy?.................." Grace was already shaking her head, almost screaming for a no................"or would you rather I put it up your asshole?" Grace's heart sank lower than it ever had in her entire life. She felt trapped, hell she WAS trapped. She weighed her options, considering the pain she had heard comes with anal. But she had promised her virginity to her future husband long ago. And her s****r with her new apparent obsession boy was NOT going to take that from her.
"You can put it in my butt." Grace said matter-of-factually, trying to not give Tim the satisfaction of making her cry again.
"No, Grace, you have to BEG for me to fuck your ass instead of your pussy. Make me believe that you want this dick up your ass. Or for terms you'd appreciate, make me believe you DON'T want it in your pussy."
Grace felt humiliated as she gave into his demands. "Please Tim, do me in the butt? I really need that... big... dick... in my... butt..."
A few slaps across the cheek with his member, and he had Grace belting out like she was in choir. "Please baby, give me that dick in my butt! I NEED you to put it deep inside me!!
Tim quickly complied, not caring about the pain it caused her, ramming deep into her ass. He quickly buried his entire 9 inches into her rectum, only to pull out fast, just to stuff her guts again seconds later.
Grace was screaming at the top of her lungs in pain. Her brain couldn't even comprehend how much pain she was experiencing, his cock disappearing inside her quite rapidly now. Not even seconds later, her body started shaking, thrashing about as she was struck with a massive orgasm. She screamed out "OOOOOOOOH baby! I think I'm-..... OOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!" Her screams didnt stop until at least a minute later, when finally her body stopped spasming from the pleasure.
"I... I think I enjoyed that... What is wrong with me!" Grace thought out loud.
Tim paid her no mind as he stuffed his dick into her mouth to finish off his fantasy.
Grace, now completely defeated, decided it was time. "I want you to take my virginity too..." She admitted, knowing that she sounded pathetic.
"I'd love to!" Tim said, adding his exception, "but you have to say 'Tim, I really need your dick inside of me. Please, fuck me!' for the camera!"
Grace, not even caring about her morals she would have died for earlier today, complied fully. "Tim, I need you to put your dick inside me. Please, won't you fuck me?" Grace did her best to quote him.
"Sure!" Tim exclaimed. "But only if you lick your s****r's pussy while I do it!" he added in his last stipulation.
Grace, completely disgusted, but knowing she would probably comply, just shrugged. Phoebe quickly hopped onto her little s****r's face, grinding her bald pussy against Grace's mouth.
Tim was sure to get clear video shots of Grace licking another girls pussy. Even if no one ever knew it was her own s****r's, she would still be ruined if she ever back-stabbed the duo. He then set the camera down, and proceeded to grip ahold of Grace's tits, as he f***ed himself deep into her, burying his entire cock in one stroke. Without pausing for her to scream or regain her composure, he pulled out, only to return with more f***e added from his hips. Grace was moaning and screaming all at once, while still trying to tongue at her s****r's labia.
Tim knew it was about time to blow his load again. He could feel his balls start to tense up. He again picked up the camera, pointing it at Grace, and asked the next question in her interview. "Where do you want my seed slut?"
Grace knew what he wanted to hear. She also figured if she gave the wrong answer, she would wind up with a womb full of his baby-juice like her potentially fertilized s****r. Therefore she decided to play along as best she could, as to not anger either of her captor lovers.
"I want it all over my face baby! All over both of our faces!" She announced to the camera, grabbing her s****r playfully, setting them both up on their knees. Tim was in no mood to argue with Grace's request, as he pointed his dick in the girls' direction right at the last moment, wave and wave of cum ejecting from his tool, landing on both of their faces. Phoebe, again taking the lead, inserted his dick back into her mouth, taking every last drip her lips could muster out of him. She then tackled her s****r again, pinning her down, kissing her deep, sharing Tim's cum in their saliva.
Tim, thoroughly entertained, decided a playful smack to their asses was a good sign off for that round. Just as he went to lick Grace's nipple, starting their experience all over, Phoebe's ringtone went off. A little short of breath, she answered, "Hello?....... Oh high Mom........ You're staying at a hotel tonight?........... Yeah I can tell. That took longer than expected.......... His flight was delayed that much? Well, no, I'm sure me and Grace will be fine on our own...... 'Grace and I'.......... Yes, we'll be fine....... Okay I'll see you tomorrow evening...... Love you too! Bye!"
"Is it just me, or did that sound like GREAT news?" Tim asked, extremely happy to get more alone time with his newly discovered sex-crazed nymphs.
"Won't your parents be expecting you home soon anyway? It's a school night..." Phoebe said bummed, yet logically.
"Nah, it's late start tomorrow! I could stay all night and they wouldn't even care!" Timmy replied, overjoyed he had talked to Tyler that afternoon.
"Oh my gosh, you're right!" shouted Grace. "So... can you just stay the night here? I... I really don't want you to go..."
"Yeah, I'll stay as long as you guys want me! Tell ya what, how about you make us some dinner, then we can show you some more things you'll enjoy," Tim said with a wink.
Grace felt so odd. She had been m*****ed, hell, she had been ****d. And yet... she felt strange about Tim. Like she wanted him to be pleased with her. She realized it was the same feeling her s****r must be feeling. The girls knew they would do anything for Tim, and the fact that they accepted that in their minds meant that he had complete power over them, without even knowing it.
The trio took Tim's advice, and decided to eat a good meal before continuing with their festivities. After all, they had plenty of time left......