...er back door and got in, Wiggum following. Unbuckling his belt, he sweated to take his pants down. Normal Marge would find this rather large, rather simple-minded man grotesque; this Marge found him oddly sexy. "Back end tonight, Simpson," he ordered and Marge moved accordingly.
Lying on her stomach across the back seats, Chief hastily lifted her tight dress 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 technicall...