...s and rammed himself inside her asshole, milking the opportunity for all its worth. So thin it was, the g-string didn't interfere one iota. Wiggum thrust inside her ragged, used-up ass time and time again. Wiggum panted, snickered and snorted (giving further evidence to recent gossip of his possible pig ancestry), while Marge moaned wildly – albeit forced and fake for the most part, to satisfy her "bribe host."
It was at that point Marge noticed Comic Book Guy outside her window, staring in at her face.
"Trampiest. Mother. Ever," she heard him through the closed window.
Marge rolled her eyes, having readily predicted Comic Book Guy would yank out his dick and start jerking. The even fatter oaf opened the opposing back door and welcomed his manhood (what little there was of it) to her face. Wiggum didn't mind a smidgen, only encouraging the giant nerd-man to satisfy the slut they had all to themselves.
'Marge Simpson: The Slut' had become a sort of legend to Comic Book Guy. The title sounded enough like the name of some X-Rated Comic series. His rubber sized penis (yes, it did technically still qualify as such) grew two-fold as he stroked in inches from her clenched jaw.
The next thing Marge knew, a few piss-weak strings of cum flew her way and Comic Book Guy howled like a wild boar getting it up the rear.
"Biggest. Premature. Ever," Marge mocked Comic Book Guy with his own thing. And rightfully so; that climax nearly went undetected. Talk ab...