But Max was faster then his friend’s mouth. In the second that the dog had started approving, Max was already on the driver’s side, crouched between his partner’s legs, pulling his pants down and revealing the tender red meat of his growing cock. He could hold no longer as the arousing musk reached the rabbit’s nostrils. With no further ceremony, he took the cock whole in his mouth, surprising Sam enough to tense up and accidentally skid the car to the left, almost causing an accident. But Max was oblivious to the danger or perhaps even excited by it. He lapped the juicy pole like candy, rubbing the canine’s inner thighs with his hands. Sam’s arms flailed about uncontrollably and caused mayhem on the road, which was all but ignored by the two anthropomorphic lovers.
Once the doggy cock felt nice and hard in his mouth, Max felt ready to move on to the next level. He let the pole slip from his mouth with a slurp noise and turned his back on it. Then, he flexed his knees, carefully aimed and jumped backwards, his tail hole a tight fit as the massive shift slid right in. Out of sudden struggle, the car seat slid down and Sam found himself comfortably resting on his back, starring at the open blue sky, his foot on the gas petal and his tight little buddy on his member. All that was left was to enjoy the good times. He put his hands behind his head and awaited his fate from his lover.
Max was ecstatic. Not only did he have massive malehood deep in his surprisingly tight bunnyhole, but he got to drive the Desoto to boot. The rabbit used his feet as leverage and started bouncing up and down on the cock, foregoing the slow preliminaries to go to the rough lusty thrust he craved so much. For every push he felt the familiar but never tired mix of pain and pleasure, the filling sensation and the unquenchable thirst for more. Like a mad man, Max thrust his hips up and down on the shaft, making Sam pant heavily as the dog’s foot became heavier on the accelerator forcing Max to avoid the traffic as he could.
The dog suddenly grabbed the smaller bunny by the hips and brought him closer to his furry chest, increasing the pumping momentum and sending the car out of control. By pure luck, Max’s feet still reached the steering wheel and as his friend jammed his thick member in and out of him, his thrashing legs still managed (but barely) to keep the car on the road, zigzagging among the rather confused, disgusted and especially afraid other travelers. His strong hand found its way to the lagomorph’s own member and he started striking it with the same passion as his own push. Read the rest of this entry »
I Spy. Part.5
Bart’s perfect fantasy. Part 2
If the turn of events had Bart flabbergasted last week he was in for a even bigger surprise the following friday when his sister had a sleepover planned at the Simpsons house with her 2 girlfriend Terri and Sherri. Homer and Marge where going to be out at a swingers party which was to be held at Edna Krabappels house until 1 or 2 am in the morning. The twins arrived early as they had to work out with Lisa what they where going to do. To make sure Bart did not bother Lisa and her friends Marge said he could invite his friend Milhouse to stay the night. But just to make sure their would be no trouble when they where out Marge had also asked old grandpa Simpson if he would mind babysitting Maggie so he could keep an eye on the lot of them.
Marge was upstairs in her room still getting ready for the party. She had to make sure she remembered to take her doubled headed dildo and her 18 inch black strapon as she knew Edna was fond of a bit of 3 way action with a woman and a man. Edna Krabappel was the quiet timid teacher at school teaching the kids but under that timid woman was one wild bitch that swung both ways given the chance. As principal skinner found out daily when they get together in the storeroom with miss hover for some three way action.
Marge picked up the dildo but she just could not resist trying it out before the party as tonight she was so horny she just had to have a quick fuck with something or someone. One quick look to make sure her bedroom door was closed before getting started. But in her haste she had forgotten to shut the bedroom curtains and had not noticed Bart in the treehouse waiting for his friend Milhouse to arrive.
Barts eyes where nearly popping out with what he was seeing. Marge did not notice Bart peeking through the window at her lying on the bed. So their was Marge with both hands wrapped around the base of her toy. Already impaling herself with the 18″ strapon pulsating thick 6″ fat black penis shaped dildo. Marge pressed the vibrating clitoral attachment firmly against her clit. Both clitoral stimulator and shaft were humming away at their quick little paces. Read the rest of this entry »
“Please Principal Skinner, just don’t call Homer.”
Bart Simpson was back again in Principal Skinners office for another of his usual pranks. This time lunch-lady Doris caught him pouring some sedatives into the chili, and now he sat in the familiar office of Principal Skinner.
“I am sorry Bart, but I have to call your parents, this sort of behavior has to stop. After, groundskeeper Willie is still recovering from the incident with the tractor”
Bart sat in the Skinners office as he listened to the call to his father at work. He could listened to Skinner explain the situation to Homer, and knew that Homer was going to be very mad. Marge and Homer were at there wits end about Bart’s behavior, and had recently resorted to beating him in an attempt to control his behavior. But unknown to his parents was that Bart had always been acting up because he had a little secret…he was gay. But he knew that his family would through him out if they found out, even his Lisa, who always seemed to support him in the end.
“Your father will be here soon to pick you up, Bart” Skinner said as he came back into the office, “and he didn’t sound happy. One more problem from you and I am afraid we will have to expel you”
Bart sat in the office for the next half-hour without saying a word. He didn’t want to let on about how much he was dreading going home, and the beating he would get when they got their. Marge and Lisa had taken Maggie to visit family for the night, so Bart knew that the beating wouldn’t stop anytime soon since Homer was of the belief that more was better. His heart nearly skipped a beat when he saw Homer walk into Skinner’s office.
“That’s it boy, you’ve really done it now” Homer yelled as he walked in.
“Mr. Simpson, I was just explaining to Bart that if something happens again, we will have to expel Bart”
“Now don’t you worry about it Skinner, I am going to see to it that Bart learns his lesson this time” Homer said as he eyed Bart, and Bart knew that it was going to be bad. They drove home silently, and Bart didn’t want to say anything. He was hoping to jump out of the car as soon as they got home and run and lock himself in the bathroom.
As they pulled into the garage, Bart tried to make his run for it but for once in his life, Homer acted quickly and grabbed Bart.
“Where do you think you are going boy? I have had it with your crap, and since your mother isn’t home to stop me, we are going to this right,” Homer said as he walked Bart upstairs and into his bedroom. Homer let him go as they got into the room and started undoing his belt, “I told you I would beat you good if you did anything again, now drop your pants”.
Bart watched as Homer pulled his belt out of the loops and knew that he was serious. Bart reached down and unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to the floor. Hoping to be able to leave his underwear on, but he could tell by Homer’s look that it was out of the question. Bart reached down and fiddled with the elastic band for a minute, and dropped his underwear too… Read the rest of this entry »
She was trapped in the dark alleyway like a rat at a dead end in a maze. On one side towered a hard and cold stone wall, surely the foundations of some corporation which only purpose was to feed on the poor people of New York and milk them for every cent they’re worth. A legal criminal organisation like so many. But such a potential organisation was the last of her worries as the three thugs honed in on her, wielding chains and lead pipes.
She turned to face them, the fear in her eyes absolute. At age twenty-two, the lady was already a hottie and had the brains to go with the body to boot. When she had moved to the big city, her parents had warned her about being alone at night. But she had only known the safe haven of her hometown and had let innocence get the best of her. Now her purse was the least of her worries as the thugs lewdly licked their lips in anticipation. They were the kings of the night and knew no hero would come to save the damsel in distress.
Out of desperation, she threw her purse at them, which the right thug easily caught. “Here! It’s all I have! Please, leave me alone!” But they only laughed.
“Not before we get our fun,” the bandit replied as he threw the purse behind his shoulder. It would never touch the ground.
Numerous things then happened at once. The young woman crouched, trying to protect herself. The thugs took only one step further and all three were kicked to the side. Surprised, they found themselves face to face with giant, man-sized turtles, all four ready for action with the purple bandana wearing one holding the purse in his three fingered hand. But the criminals had heard of the legends and soon they were back on their feet, weapons drawn and ready to strike. Read the rest of this entry »
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