The Fairly OddParents

Crocker was quite pleased with the way things had turned out with Mrs. Turner. If she was smart she would keep her mouth shut about everything. He very much looked forward to next thursday.

Meanwhile Mr. Turner glared at Mr. Dinkleburg, who was flashing his brand new sports car at him, gloating at the fact that his stuff always had been and always would be better then Turner's. "Dinkleburg," Mr. Turner said under his breath, growing angrier by the minute. He'd show him, the pompous bastard. "So I have a fucking station wagon, who cares," he said to himself, mocking Mr. Dinkleburg with grandiose facial expressions. Suddenly an idea occured to him. "Hey Dinkleburg," he called out in a falsely friendly voice. Mr. Dinkleburg began heading his direction, looking somewhat confused. Turner had never been friendly to him before. "Come here Dinkleburg, I got something I wanna show you," Mr. Turner said happily as he strode towards the house. Mr. Dinkleburg followed slowly, not sure of whether he should run or something. Mr. Turner opened the door and motioned for him to come inside. Mr. Dinkleburg stepped inside and Mr. Turner locked the door behind him.

"Ok Dinkleburg, you've always tried to be better then me by buying nicer and bigger things, but lets see just how much of a man you really are," he said, grinning evilly. "What the hell are you talking about Turner?" "Drop your pants or I drop them for you Dinkleburg," Mr. Turner exclaimed harshly, maintaining his grin. Mr. Dinkleburg went for the door but Mr. Turner grabbed his arm and swung him widely into the wall. Mr. Dinkleburg reluctantly began undoing his pants as Mr. Turner began to undo his also. They both dropped them at the same time and while Dinkleburg was impressive, Mr. Turner had him outweighed in every aspect. He was fucking huge! "Dear God," Mr. Dinkleburg stammered as he gaped at Mr. Turner's dick, which reminded him of no less then one of those huge pieces of salami that you get for the holidays. No wonder Mrs. Turner had stayed with him for so long! And he was rock hard too.

Mr Dinkleburg took a moment to process the fact that Turner was actually hard and here he was standing half-naked in his living room with the door locked. Not good. But before he could think, Mr. Turner was turning him around and bending him over the edge of the sofa and crushing him with the weight of his body. Mr. Turner laughed as Mr. Dinkleburg tried to squirm away so he pressed into him even harder, making it really hard for him to breathe. He lubed up his cock with spit and placed it at Mr. Dinkleburg's asshole. "So who's the better one now Dinkleburg?" With that he thrust inside of him, not even giving him time to adjust as Dinkleburg screamed bloody murder at the feel of being stretched like that so fast.

Mr. Turner began to pound into him, not caring how the other felt, just wanting to get off inside of him. But he kept hitting that spot in Dinkleburg, making him hard involuntarily. He fucked him so hard that the sofa actually moved with each thrust until it couldn't move any further. His hips hit Mr. Dinkleburg with such force that they began to bruise immediately. He wasn't far off at all and he could feel his balls tightening and he began to cum inside Mr. Dinkleburg. Mr. Dinkleburg came faster though with the constant pressure against his prostate. He spurted thick, white cum all over Mr. Turner's couch. Mr. Turner shot his cum inside Mr. Dinkleburg's ass, filling him up with his load. Mr. Dinkleburg was humiliated, not just because he had been fucked by Turner, but that he actually got off on it. Mr. Turner pulled his pants back up as Mr. Dinkleburg did the same. Mr. Dinkleburg glared at Mr. Turner, who only smiled cruelly at him. Dinkleburg would never again taunt Mr. Turner.

Now Dinkleburg left back for his house, his head hung in humiliation and shame as Mr. Turner cleaned up the mess they had made. Mrs. Turner soon pulled up in the driveway, looking much the same as Mr. Dinkleburg had. He hastily flushed the paper towels he had used to clean up and greeted his wife at the door. She put on a false air and went about her business of fixing dinner. Timmy soon arrived home from Chester's and went up to his room. "Boy my parents are acting really weird tonight," Timmy said to Cosmo and Wanda, who appeared from the fish bowl. "Yeah, we heard some pretty weird stuff going on downstairs," Cosmo said, looking befuddled. "I hope everything's ok," Timmy said, feeling that somehow it wasn't right, but that it was wrong. Really really wrong. He plopped down on his bed and looked at Cosmo, who looked at him, totally oblivious to anything that was going on around them. He always looked so cute when he was like that.

"Well Sport, why don't we take our minds off of everything and go spend a little while in Fairy World," Wanda said, hoping to lift everyone's spirits a bit. Cosmo cringed at the thought, knowing who would be waiting there for him. But he could never say anything. "Ok, sounds good," Timmy said, hoping the brief trip would take his mind off of the sinking feeling in his stomach. And with that they headed off to Fairy World. Cosmo looked around himself carefully as they began their little trip, knowing that Jorgen could be anywhere near them. And he was.