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WARNING!  ADULT CONTENT!  SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS!

Glen Quagmire can't get enough of Lois Griffin!  He just loves that redhead to no end... But this story doesn't stop there...   
 

THE SET UP
Part 1

Glen Quagmire was plowing away at a blistering pace.  His slender hips were a total blur as he rammed his cock in and out of Lois Griffin’s soaking wet pussy. Once again, he was blissfully enjoying the generous hospitality of his gorgeous neighbor, taking full advantage of Peter Griffin’s complete lack of appreciation for this beautiful, sexy and energetic woman.  Quahog’s “Playboy Pilot” was sharing some impromptu afternoon delight with the city’s most popular MILF; a most worthy recipient of Glen Quagmire’s amorous affections.  Lois Griffin was one of the few challenges in his life that was always welcome.  Everyone who was aware of her standard with regards to private affairs knew that unless Lois Griffin was pleased and totally satisfied, she never came back for more.  When it came to their relationship… she always came… back for more. 

But for the most part, their familiarity with each others needs was well established; having experienced several moments of unbridled passion, the two Quahog residents quickly realized the parameters of their relationship.  Simply put, Lois Griffin decided when, where and how… all Glen had to do was be ready at the drop of a hat.  He always was… ready.

So it was a tad bit unusual to see Glen Quagmire knock on the Griffin’s front door in the hopes of acquiring some afternoon “nookie”.  But when Lois answered the door he knew he was in luck.

Dressed in a see-through bathrobe, Lois had the look that she was expecting company but that was highly unlikely.  Her bare feet and no makeup look still delivered a desirable appearance and Quagmire was willing to bet Lois was a few compliments away from slipping into the proper mindset.

“Woah!”  Glen gasped with his trademark infectious smile.  “Hey!  You sure look nice there Lois!”  Lois smiled back as she ran her fingers through perfectly styled red hair. 

“Aw, go on Glen!”  Lois said.  “I’m just hangin’ out today… got no plans… didn’t feel like getting’ dressed… “

“You don’t need clothes for what I got planed Lois!”  Glen thought to himself.  His eyes alone were an indication to Lois of exactly what her always horny neighbor was thinking.  He let his gaze drift from her beautiful green eyes all the way down to her slender ankles.  

“I’ll be holding both those ankles far apart if I play my cards right!  Giggity!”  Glen mused as he drank in the female vision before him.  As far as Glen Quagmire was concerned, Lois’ body was a total dream for a woman with three kids.  But that made no never mind to a man who had an established opinion of a woman he revered in bed.  

All that mattered to Glen was burying his face into her clam long enough to make her nice and wet so he could ram his cock all the way in to a most delicious pussy.  It always amazed him how tasty she was!  She always tasted so damn good anytime he had the pleasure of using his tongue on her.  And it didn’t matter what part of her body he happened to be licking… Hell, her brown eye was a tasty “port” that had a flavor all its own he could never quite put his finger on that he could adequately describe.  Savoring Lois’ “privates” provided a dining experience unmatched by any of his past female partners.  As hard as it was to admit, he had tender feelings for Lois Griffin, but at the moment those feelings were being displaced by a burning desire to have sex with this beautiful woman.

“You know… I was thinking… maybe you were in the mood for some… Giggity!”  Glen offered as only he could do; along with a smile and a wink.   

   

Lois looked at Glen as her hands went to rest on her hips which of course accented her response.  “You are quite the horny bastard, you know that?”  She said with a sigh.  “Ah, but that’s what I like about you!  Of course what you got goin’ on in your pants isn’t exactly an FBI clue…”

Glen glanced down and noted his erection pointing in Lois’ direction, which wasn’t a surprise.

“You always motivate me to perform at my best, Lois!”  Glen stated as he abruptly dropped his pants, exposing his twitching cock and hairless balls.  Lois smiled at the familiar sight, knowing full well what his tools were capable of doing.  She was certain he hadn’t forgotten he was still standing in the doorway, his pale bony ass in full view for anyone who happened to pass by.  Lois briefly looked around, hoping none of the neighbors were looking out of their windows at the moment.

“Oh, Glen!  Get in here before somebody sees you!”  Lois hissed as Glen trotted inside the doorway, his hard on swing back and forth.

“Whatever you say, Lois!  Giggity!”  

“Hmmm… Oh, yeah… God, I love the way you suck cock!”  Glen moaned as he watched Lois work her oral magic.  He sat back on the couch while Lois was nestled comfortably between his legs positioned in the optimum cock sucking position.  Lois was one of the best cock suckers he knew.  Few females if any had skills that were anywhere near what she possessed.  What she could do to the male organ was astonishing to watch.  Her lips caressed his shaft with generous affection, sliding up and down its entire length while her fingers squeezed his swollen ball sack.  Flicking her tongue repeatedly, Lois gradually drove Quagmire right to the edge.  Glen was about to come but had another finish in mind with his sultry partner.  

“Lois… wait one sec…” Glen rasped.  “Phew!  That was so damn sweet and it kills me to put on the brakes, but I got a plan for your backside!”  Glen reluctantly slipped away from Lois’ oral grasp. 

Lois no doubt knew what the Q-man had in mind so she just smiled while she licked her lower lip.  Anticipating his needs, she laid back and spread her pale but shapely thighs.  Her neatly trimmed red-haired beaver awaited his talented tongue.

“Giggity!”  Glen rasped as he dove in, licking Lois’ pussy with abandon.  He slobbered her juicy orifice with a continuous motion, teasing her labia, flicking her clit and fingering her vagina with a repetitious and highly pleasurable in and out stroke. 

“Oh… Oh... My, Gawd!” Lois moaned as her eyes closed and her head tilted back.  “Oh, Glen… you sure know your way around a woman’s… body!”  SLUP, SLUP, SLUP!   Was all Lois could hear and feel.  Glen gave her the whole nine yards while pressing his face into her crotch with determination.  In seconds, Lois Griffin experienced her first climax that day.  

“Oh, my God I’m coming!  Glen!”  Lois screamed as Quagmire used a finger-tongue combination assault on her “G spot”, rubbing her clit at the same time with the tip of his nose (a Quagmire proprietary move known to few men and even fewer females…).  Lois was pudding in his hands as two consecutive and equally thrilling orgasms wracked her pussy causing a generous secretion of vaginal juice to coat Glen’s “Rocking Robot” chin.  But he didn’t stop there… keeping his effort steady until Lois came a third time, growling in her throat as her face contorted in a grimace of ecstasy.  Then she finally collapsed, almost like a wet noodle, exhausted from a stellar effort on Glen’s part.  Lois caught her breath eventually and then opened her eyes. 

“Glen… Quagmire…” Lois huffed.  “You are a … sex machine!” Breathing a sigh of satisfaction, Lois recovered from her euphoria and looked over at Glen.  “I haven’t come three times in a row since my honeymoon… and two of those were self induced!  Ha!”  

“Well, alright!”  Glen replied.  “Who’s the man, Lois?  Come on…”   Quagmire motioned Lois to turn over.

“You are of course!”  Lois purred.  “What now, handsome?  The big finale?”  

Quagmire was in the mood for some serious doggie-style action and Lois Griffin’s posterior was a most delicious choice and his “a la carte” selection for the day.  Once positioned behind Lois’ notable backside, he could easily opt out of a conventional approach in favor of the always gratifying “Hershey Highway”.  Whether it was plowing her pussy or venturing down “dirt road”, one thing was perfectly clear; having savored both pathways on several occasions, he was secure in the knowledge any last second change of “venues” would provide his well deserved climax with a mind-blowing incendiary sensation that was the trademark characteristic of having sex with Lois Griffin.  

Giving Lois head was the perfect set up for either destination’s selection.  But not only did Lois’ pussy taste good (as mentioned before…), but her vagina was still “snug” after having three kids and that was something Quagmire appreciated very much.  So when he stuck his hard cock into her snatch, Lois moaned with immediate satisfaction.  Then, he started to hammer that beaver with authority, Lois’ succulent ass cheeks firmly in hand.  

Lois was on all fours, but soon bent all the way over, resting her chin on her crossed arms.  Quagmire wasted no time and quickly kicked things up a notch as his hips went into overdrive, his cock a blurred piston in and out of Lois’ pussy.   

“God, Lois!” Glen puffed.  “Your pussy is… so… damn… sweet!” 

“Oh, Glen… fuck me!  Fuck me, royal!”  Lois begged.  “Fuck that pussy like you know it needs to be fucked!”

 

Lois didn’t need to prompt her dedicated lover and Glen didn’t need any motivation.  But true to his plan, he had the required energy level and the perfect angle of attack.  The room was soon filled with the sounds of their laborious, but delicious activity; the arduous sound of Glen’s hips slapping against Lois’ ass; the moist exchange of his cock as it ram-rodded her vagina; the complimentary moaning and groaning, as well as the occasional “huff and puff” from Quagmire as he exerted a most determined effort (not to mention Lois Griffin’s frequent whimpering and nasal squealing…).  Griffin and Quagmire sailed on to orgasmic oblivion.    

“Oh, Glen… just like that… don’t stop!  Harder… faster!”  Lois squealed as she was rocked by Quagmire’s relentless slamming.  “I’m coming again!”  

And that did it for Quagmire.  He could now let go knowing he did what was necessary to make sure Lois was a satisfied customer.  She was happy… so now he could be happy.  He let the warmth build and spread, his balls hardened as his resolve melted away.  He felt the dam about to break and the flood was about to begin.

“Oh, Lois… Lois!”  Glen rasped as his climax consumed him. “Oh, Holy shit!  Giggity!”

Glen paused a second before he came.  Pulling out of Lois’ pussy, he grabbed his cock before it exploded, firing out a thick stream of warm semen that splattered all over Lois Griffin’s back, a lot of it draping onto her butt cheeks.  “Oh, fuck!  Ugh!  Ugh!” 

Glen grunted under the overwhelming sensation of a cataclysmic orgasm that seized his body from head to toe.  Glen was amazed at how intensely pleasurable the experience was as his cock continued to squirt as he stroked it out.  Riding the climax train, Glen enjoyed the ride even though it was a short one.

Lois sighed as she looked back over her shoulder as Glen’s penis continued its seminal eruption.  

“Oh, Wow!”  Lois echoed as she marveled at the quantity Glen was discharging.  It reminded Lois of the time she dropped a plastic container of Mayonnaise on the kitchen floor and her son Chris stepped on it.  The contents flew clear across the room after which Chris commented, “Hmmm... that looks familiar… if you’ll excuse me for a few minutes…”

Glen’s face was a study in pleasure and satisfaction, satiation and complete gratification.  His droopy eyelids and sweaty brow coupled with his tongue dangling from the corner of his mouth and the gradual slowing of his penis-filled-fist, signaled the end of a blistering ejaculation of mammoth proportions.   

Lois Griffin was drenched in “Giggity-goo”.  From her shoulder blades to the crack of her ass, Lois could feel the still warmth nut-butter basting her skin.  Glen later remembered a considerable dollop that covered her bung hole in creamy goodness that necessitated a customary “thumb-rub” around the anus, swabbing the cooling jizz into her cavity.  Glen made sure his jizz covered Lois Griffin’s tight little brown-eye since he didn’t take advantage of its availability.  Next time…  

  

“Man, that was… incredible!”  Glen said as he lay back watching his cock wilt.  His semen was starting to dry on Lois’ back.  He noted her derriere was still a beautiful sight… even with cum dripping down the sides.  

“You delivery is as dependable as the US Mail, Glen…” Lois complimented.  “Be a doll?  Clean my back?”  Glen used a towel and wiped away the evidence.  He enjoyed helping out if only to savor the view of her backside.  He never got tired of that!  

“God, I could fuck that pussy every day!”  Glen thought to himself.  

“You know… there is more where that came from, Lois…”   Glen reminded his neighbor as he finished wiping up his jizz.  

“As impossible as that may be to believe… I wouldn’t doubt that for a second.”  Lois replied.

“Well, Lois!”  Glen said.  “Time for me to ‘ski-doo’… thanks for a wonderful time!  Let’s do this again, and I mean real soon!”  Glen was halfway dressed and out the door before Lois could even say a word.  

“C’ya, Glen!”  Lois called after Glen as he ran out.  Lois then relaxed and dozed off for a while.  Savoring the afterglow of a delightful tryst, she played back in her mind a few of the moments they enjoyed.  Lois then promptly fell asleep, having a very vivid dream about Glen sneaking back into the house and taking liberties with her exposed backside.  Later she would swear it actually happened… but that’s how dreams can be!

To be continued…    

Meg is always available to help her brother Chris

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