WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT - A WORK OF FICTION
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I love the idea of Meg sucking Anthony's cock, and Lois Griffin sucking Anthony's cock! This oral adventure features both girls "doing their oral thing" on that lucky bastard on the same day... like it was meant to be! Do it girls! Drain that bastard's ball sack dry! Work it! Suck it! Drain it! Yes sir!
Meg was sitting on the couch when Glen Quagmire knocked at
the door.
“Oh Hi,
Mr. Quagmire!” Meg said after she opened the door. “How are you?
Hey… you smell good… is that a new cologne you’re wearing?” Meg smiled warmly at their attractive
neighbor. Glen Quagmire… his firm chin
anchored his rugged good looks. He was
dressed in his usual red aloha shirt and black slacks. Meg on the other hand was dressed the way she
always dressed… drab pants with unremarkable shirt, topped off with her usual
red colored knit cap. Her glasses
finished off what was the typical image of Meg.
Little did the world know that Meg Griffin was a smoldering volcano of unreleased
passion covered in obscurity. Well,
maybe not unreleased… maybe unwanted.
Meg
just loved Glen Quagmire. She always
beamed when he came over to the house and she always looked forward to talking
to him whenever she had the chance. Glen
always treated her with respect and always answered any question she threw at
him. What Meg liked the most about Glen
Quagmire was his knowledge about stuff her mom and dad were either reluctant to
discuss with her or didn’t want to talk about… especially sex! Glen had a special “side” she liked a lot and
found it very easy to confide with him about things that most other people
avoided discussing. There was a time
once when she couldn’t get a date for a school dance and he found a way to
cheer him up. There was also a time when
some of the girls at school were teasing her about one thing or another and
again, Glen came to her rescue. So as
far as she was concerned, Glen Quagmire was aces in her diary! In fact, she always made an entry in her
diary whenever she spoke to him. He
always took notes when he gave advice regardless of the topic.
But
little did Meg know that before the sun would come up tomorrow, she would have
the most interesting story to enter into her diary! It would rival any previous entry to date,
even her first prom date with Brian. But
of course, there were indeed a few things that occurred before this “event” and
it all started when Meg opened the door for Glen Quagmire.
“Well,
thank you , Meg, I didn’t think you’d notice.” Glen said in his usual cherry
tone. “Is… ah… your mom home?” Glen’s eyes looked past Meg. Meg of course was used to that. Still, she smiled at him.
“No,
Mr. Quagmire, her and Stewie went to my grandma’s house…” she replied. Meg stood there almost on her toes, with her
hands clasped in front of her.
“”Oh,
OK. Is Peter home?” Glen was of course disappointed Lois Griffin
wasn’t there. He of course had all sorts
of plans for Lois and was always looking for a chance to execute those
plans. Especially by way of the secret
spy cams he had in two strategic places in the Griffin home that no one other
than himself knew about. One day one of
those cameras was going to provide the perfect blackmail leverage necessary to
get into Lois’ pants!
“Uh, no
Mr. Quagmire… my dad is fishing with my grandfather… he won’t be back until
tomorrow night… And Chris is not here either.
He’s over at Snot’s house. He
actually took Brian with him… “ Meg
thought she should mention that in case he planned on asking about them as
well.
“Well
all right! So the lady of the house is
home all by herself! Mind if I come in?”
(Meg: Dear Diary…
OMG! Glen Quagmire came over to the
house today and it was the perfect setting!
No one was home but me so I had him all to myself! He is such a cutie-petootie! He smelled awesome. I love his cologne. God it was awesome!”)
(Glen: Giggity! Well alright!
Meg Griffin all by herself… yeah!
I can dig it. No one there but me
and a willing, neglected teen age girl with the desire to spread her…
wings! Yeah! If I play my cards right and say exactly what
she wants to hear I am in like Flint! No
better way to spend your time learning the ropes than to be with the Q
man! Yes!”)
“Of course, come on in Mr.
Quagmire!” Meg chirped. “Call me ‘Glen’, Meg. Call me Glen…” Quagmire said in his cheery
voice. He walked passed Meg and stood in
front of the couch. “So lady of the
house Meg Griffin has the ‘castle’ all to herself, eh? Well, alright!”
“ I
guess so Mr.,… I mean, ‘Glen’. I am
always spending time alone I guess… I don’t mind…” Meg looked at Glen and
thought to herself “how many women has he had sex with?” Her mom said Glen Quagmire was not to be
trusted and is not the kind of man she would want Meg to get involved with. But Meg wasn’t thoroughly convinced Glen was
such a bad guy. After all, if so many
women liked him, that might mean he is nice to them or at least he makes them
happy some times. Meg remembered one
time over hearing her mom talking to Glen about some video he had… Meg didn’t
hear the whole thing. Glen said
something about making a deal and then a while later, her mom saying, “I should
just get it over with…” and something like “how bad could it be…” and even
“He’s probably as good as Cleveland…”
Meg
thought it had to do with a back massage or something like that but no
matter. What Meg Griffin did know was
that Glen Quagmire was a handsome and desirable man. She would be the happiest girl in Quahog if
Glen took her out on a date! Better yet…
if he would kiss her! Or maybe even…
whoa. Meg finally thought, “I wonder how
big his penis is? I hope it’s as big as
the hot dogs that my mom buys…”
“So
what are you doing today Meg?” Glen asked as he sat down on the couch. Meg quickly sat next to Glen.
“Well,
not much really, it isn’t like I have a boyfriend or anything… “ Meg responded with her hands folded in her
lap. Glen caught the hint
immediately. Glen Quagmire had a special
female radar sense. Whenever he was in
close proximity to a potential “willing partner” and there was even the
slightest possibility an act of sex was ‘imminent’, he picked up on it instantly. It was actually a part of his charm. He had talked to Meg about sex before,
telling her several times that she was young and that she had her whole life in
front of her; that eventually she’d find the right guy (he even told her make
sure it was a guy her mom didn’t find attractive… he never said a word about
Anthony and why he was no longer interested in going out with her… ) and that
she shouldn’t rush into things. But
during those conversations he never picked up on any vibes that Meg was
interested in him. Meg had an entirely
different mindset. So it was hard to
read her, even if he was concentrating on her.
But now he sensed Meg was sitting on the ‘edge’ waiting for something to
happen; hoping for just the right thing to come along. He was so sure about what she was thinking,
perhaps all he had to say was,”Meg, take your clothes off!” Meg would probably stand there and start
stripping down to her birthday suit without giving it a moment’s thought! Glen Quagmire was convinced Meg Griffin had finally
turned the proverbial corner and while he wasn’t exactly sure how old she was
(not that he cared…) he sensed she
possessed a fully mature mindset (clouded by romantic thoughts…) driven by
sexual curiosity (he was confused why she was a fan of the New York Knicks…)
and the amazing thing was Glen felt all this energy was aimed directly at him!
Glen found himself responding to her psychic outreach even
though he knew it to be “all wrong”.
(Glen: “what the hell
am I doing? Is Meg Griffin really diggin’ on the Q-man? Is that for real? How is that possible? Did she ever feel that way before and I just
didn’t know it? Man, this is a trip… a teen ager? Damn!
Well, it wouldn’t be the first time!
Giggity!”)
“You
know Meg, I think we talked about this before didn’t we?” Glen asked.
“Oh
Glen, I don’t care about the boys at school or what happens next year or the
year after that or what they say when I see them away from school. All the girls I know are total bitches and
most of the boys I do like won’t even talk to me…” Meg almost cried. “I appreciate your help… but I need something
right now… something… you know… memorable!”
Suddenly
Glen Quagmire felt a stirring in his groin.
There was a time not too long ago when he wondered what it would be like
to bone Meg Griffin. Would he do it if
he had the chance? He remembered seeing
her in a bathing suit at the community pool one summer (nothing extraordinary
come to think of it…) and did happen to think her ass was sort of like Lois
Griffin’s ass. But he always managed to
put aside thoughts of Meg (especially if Lois or Bonnie were sun bathing in
their backyard… Giggity!) or if an attractive woman walked by with a target
worthy derriere.
Now it
seemed like Meg’s patience had finally run out and she wanted to fulfill all
her desires as soon as possible. And
what made the whole thing worthy of consideration were all the factors in the
present moment: no one was home, Meg was
ready for an adventure and willing to take a risk and of course Glen Quagmire
was always prepared to accommodate a beautiful lady “in need”. Granted, Meg wasn’t exactly beautiful… but
she no doubt “in need”. Hell, at this
point she was desperate. So Glen
Quagmire simply dove in.
“Tell
me Meg, have you ever seen a man’s penis before?” He looked at Meg with his trademark smile,
slick, slippery and persuasive as ever.
Meg was momentarily shocked. It
no doubt showed on her face since her eyes widened and her jaw dropped
open. He noticed she blushed instantly
and her glasses fogged up slightly, but then a second later he sensed she was
not even slightly offended. Meg heard
the word penis before many times in many forms (as well as cock, dick, boner,
prick, pocket rocket, semen sausage, one eyed pumper snake, as well fuck
stick). She simply hadn’t heard the word
used in a sentence where her opinion of the organ in question was directed at
her.
“Does
my brother Chris count?” Meg asked. She
saw Chris’ penis numerous times before but never thought about it much all
things considered. She knew that is was
big, in fact she heard rumor that he had one of the biggest dicks in school
(Chris and Snot were the two names at the top of the list for that category…). She remembered one time she walked into the
bathroom and caught Chris masturbating… it was the first time she saw a guy
stroking on his own dick!
(Meg: OMG again!
I just saw my brother jacking off in the bathroom! Dear Diary, you should have seen his penis! It was huge!
But OMG again, he came and it was like a fountain! It shot straight up in the air almost to the
ceiling! Wow! It was amazing!”)
“Well, not really Meg since
normally in that situation there is family familiarity as well as a lack of
romantic or sexual interest… you see Chris all the time, it doesn’t bother him
that you do and ultimately nothing ever happens between the two of you so it
ends up being a matter of meaningless consequence.” Glen extrapolated. “Make sense?”
Glen smooth talking Meg into "oral training"...
“Yeah…
kinda I guess… sure!” Meg replied. Glen was pleased. The fact that Meg was not shocked or freaked
out was exactly what he wanted to hear.
After all, Meg didn’t come across as the shy type. In fact, Glen thought Meg was insatiably
curious and determined. She always
demonstrated enthusiasm when taking on a new or intriguing interest and she
would get excited when she had a chance to learn something new, especially if
it had to do with “boys” or sex!
“Chris
never said anything to mom or dad after I walked in on him… I wouldn’t want
someone saying anything if they walked in on me… ahem! Not that I do that… I
mean…”Meg shut her mouth. She already
had said way too much. Glen didn’t need to know about hot dogs or
cucumbers.
“Don’t
worry Meg, your secret is safe with ‘ole Quagmire!” Glen offered. Meg’s mouth dropped open.
“You
know about my hotdogs??” Meg
gasped.
“The
New York Knicks, right?” Glen smiled his
most sinister smile. His head bobbed
back and forth. Glen never told Meg he
was a “peeping tom” on numerous occasions and Meg’s window was a favorite spot
to savor his voyeurism.
Meg was
horrified! Her face turned
beet-red. She almost started crying, but
Glen Quagmire quickly shifted gears and came to the rescue.
“Oh,
come on now Meg… I was just teasing! No
harm and no foul… you can do whatever you want in my book… I won’t tell a
soul. Ole Quagmire is here to help, not
hurt!” Glen aid with a huge smile on his
face (Meg didn’t notice Glen had slid closer to her on the couch and his hand
now rested on her shoulder; Glen fought the urge to put his hand on top of her
head and push it down towards his lap… which
is what he always did with a woman sitting close to him…). Meg looked up and
smiled.
“Please
don’t tell anyone Mr., I mean… Glen?”
Meg pleaded.
“On one
condition Meg…. ” Glen replied now that the moment had arrived.
“Anything
Mr. Quagmire…anything!”
“…’anything’
you say?” he asked as his eyebrows shot
up. Glen Quagmire admired Meg’s
enthusiasm and change of mood and sensed a journey was about to begin for this
curious teen ager. Meg looked Quagmire
right in the eye and said in a most determined voice…”Anything Mr. Quagmire…
anything!”
Glen Quagmire’s cock started swelling in his pants. His eyelids drooped and his devious mind
swung into action.
“How
would you like to put away the ‘hot dogs’ Meg and practice and excel on the
‘real thing’? Quagmire said. He dropped
his hand onto Meg’s lap, clasped her hand in his and squeezed, Meg squeezed back!
“Oh my
God! Yes… I would love that! Oh wow!”
Meg said with glee.
“You
trust me Meg? Can you do that?” Glen
asked slowly.
‘Yes! Yes, of course I trust you!” Meg was literally bouncing up and down on the
couch next to Quagmire she was so excited.
“Will you… will you show me how?
Show me everything??”
“I’ll
show you everything you’ll need to know… but remember… this is between you and
me and no one else… and I mean no one can ever know…” Glen was firm. “You understand that Meg?”
“Oh my
God… yes! Our secret I promise!” Meg committed.
“Excellent! So with that said, let’s get the initial
‘cumshot’ out of the way!” Glen said.
Meg was paying attention but she wanted to make sure she
understood what he just said. She was
determined not to miss anything and therefore hung on his every word. So when Glen said “initial” she understood
that to mean the first of… how many?
“The
‘initial’ cumshot, Mr. Quagmire?” Meg
asked somewhat puzzled but confident Glen would explain as they went
along.
“Exactly
Meg…” Glen began talking even as he motioned for Meg to get on her knees in
front of him. Meg immediately understood
and did as she was directed. He then
pulled of his Aloha shirt in a blur and unzipped his pants in a flash. He moved quickly but his movements were
precise and what appeared to be “practiced” from what Meg could tell. He was after
all, quite experienced as she had often been told. His hairless chest and flat abdomen came into
view; Meg thought Glen Quagmire was in rather good shape! She wanted to run her hands over his body to
feel the skin and his muscles underneath but she waited instead. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen just
yet.
“Pull those off, will ya, Meg? That’s a good girl…” Glen whispered as he
continued talking. Glen Quagmire had
polka dot underwear! It made Meg smile…
she immediately noticed Glen was already popping a boner tent right in front of
her! It was literally inches away from
her face!
“…the
first ejaculation is always a big load for me… whenever I have sex with a woman
for the very first time. But the second
and third loads are usually light in comparison. Which of course is normal for most males
given their age and performance parameters as well as their recovery
abilities…” Glen went on. “It also takes
a little longer to achieve those second and third ejaculations of course…
that’s where you come in Meg… because this provides more ‘oral training time’
since I have the ability to last longer each time I shoot a load! Giggity!
Make sense Meg?” Quagmire
finished as he pulled his underwear off and his manhood sprung into full view
(ka-boing!).
Because of how she was kneeling,
Meg’s head was parallel to Quagmire’s fully erect penis. It was right there in
front of her, pulsing slightly to the beat of Glen’s heartbeat. Meg smiled.
It was at least as long as some of the cucumbers her mom bought at the
store and definitely longer than any hot dog she played with at night. She guessed Glen’s dick was at least seven or
eight inches long! The circumcised glans
was slightly more pink than his shaft and his balls were huge! Avocado sized, round and wrinkled, they
dangled below his penis making a most impressive male package. There were bluish veins that snaked around
the shaft at various places making it look formidable and commanding…it looked
awesome!
“That’s
an amazing penis…” Meg started.
“Cock,
Meg. That is a cock! A penis is a small thing which of course does
not apply here. I have a cock,, say it:
Cock!” Quagmire persisted.
“Oh,
OK. Cock… cock; yeah that sounds
incredible! Cock!” Meg nodded her head in agreement. “Ah… I uh… OK, what do I do now?” Meg asked with eager anticipation.
Meg already knew what was about to
happen and needless to say she was extremely nervous and anxious at the same
time. She hoped she did everything the
right way the first time so Quagmire wouldn’t be disappointed. She always
felt she was a disappointment to her mom and dad (as well as Chris,
Stewie and Brian) . But she always felt
that all teen agers had the same kind of problems. Meg decided right at that moment she would
everything in her power to please Glen Quagmire to the fullest (if that was the
right way to say it…). She would work
hard at performing a “blowjob” exactly as he instructed her to do so. She decided not only would she be an
excellent “cock sucker”, but she would make sure Glen Quagmire would be
proud of her efforts and achievement so
that is he ever needed her.. he could come to her. Meg thought it would be so cool if she could
become her high school’s best cock sucker!
Yeah! That’s it!
Glen looked down at Meg. “OK… take my cock in your right hand… you are
right-handed aren’t you? Wrap your
fingers around the shaft, making sure your pinky is extended like so… and start
jacking me off…” Meg and reached out and
did exactly as Quagmire instructed. Then
she started stroking Glen’s cock up and down, slowly at first, getting a feel
for his organ and the motion and pace necessary for precise and continuous
stimulation. At first she wasn’t sure
how fast she was supposed to go but after a few seconds decided a nice,
consistent rhythm was probably the best way to get started. Meg looked at Glen.
“Use your other hand to jiggle my
‘boys’ while you’re at it Meg… Ahhh… yeah, that’s alright!... oh… Giggity!”
Quagmire leaned back, relaxed and watched Meg stroke his cock.
“Does it feel good, Mr., I mean…
Glen?” Meg asked as she gradually increased her tempo. His cock felt warm and firm, his balls look
almost bloated and she noticed him squirming while he sat, shifting his ass
from side to side and back and forth.
Meg just pumped away even though Glen didn’t offer very much feedback or
instruction. Then she suddenly noticed a
small translucent dew drop at the tip of Quagmire’s cock, right on the
pisshole. She remembered her school “sex
education class” and knew that this meant he was excited and that his body was
close to having an orgasm! Meg thought…
“Oh my God! I’m going to make Glen
Quagmire cum!”
Meg stroked away, lightly chewing
on her lower lip… watching Quagmire’s cock intently. It felt harder and firmer than it did a few
minutes ago. The dew drop that had
nestled on his pisshole dripped down onto Meg’s fingers, making its way between
her hand and his cock, thus providing additional lubrication (not that it was
actually needed…); her grip was now full of moisture and it was easier to slide
her hand up and down.
“Oh, it slides easier now…” she
whispered. “I’ll bet it’s starting to
feel real good now, doesn’t it Glen?”
Meg looked at Glen’s face. His
expression was a combination of ecstasy and physical bliss. His eyelids were halfway closed and his mouth
was partially opened; Meg guessed he was breathing through his mouth. There was a small dribble of saliva at the
corner of Glen’s mouth. She wondered how
close he was.
“Oh, yeah Meg… keep jerking it…
that’s it… oh yeah, oh yeah! Oh
shit! Here it comes!” Quagmire announced as he leaned forward and
tensed up. For a brief moment Meg realized
after all this time she had never even put his cock in her mouth! She got him to shoot his load by simply
jacking him off!
“Cum for me Glen! That’s it… cum for me!” Meg encouraged as she
remembered what she saw when she borrowed one of Chris’ porno videos from under
his bed. She remembered a scene very
much like she was seeing right now.
“Oh, Ugh!” Glen growled in his
throat. “Giggity… giggity… Goo!” He blabbered and then ejaculated.
Glen shoots a huge load... Ahhh!
Meg watched as a rush of semen
squirted out of Quagmire’s cock, launching itself right at her face. Meg of course wasn’t ready and certainly had
no idea that Quagmire would reach down and use his fingers to strategically aim
his erection in the general direction of Meg’s head. Splat!
Splot! Splish! Splash! Inside a handful of seconds, Meg Griffin’s
face was totally plastered. It never
occurred to her to take off her glasses before she started so in short order;
they were completely covered in Glen’s jizz on both sides, blocking her vision
entirely. In her moment of disbelief,
her mouth dropped opened in surprise, only to capture a heavy dollop of flying ball-batter. She pursed her lips in reaction to the
viscous liquid that landed on her tongue, but that did nothing to stem the
tide; Glen’s cock continued to squirt.
Later that night when Meg sat down
to write about her adventure in her diary, she was stumped on the right word to
describe what happened when Glen had his orgasm. She finally came up with the word
“torrent”. That’s it! It was a “torrent”. It was almost like a miniature flood; Glen
just kept coming and coming! Just like
he said he would.
“Oh… giggity!” Glen rasped while
consumed by the body wrenching sensation of his climax. “Yeah.. oh shit yeah…”
Glen Quagmire literally drained his
balls and to his surprise Meg had never stopped stroking the whole time he
came! The proper way to say it is Meg
“drained his balls”. She kneeled there,
blissfully pumping his wilting cock with a face covered with a bonafide
Quagmire semen salvo. Meg Griffin passed
with flying colors (or flying semen…).
She didn’t bat an eye (although her glasses took the brunt of his
testicular discharge…) and quite proudly took it on the chin (and everywhere
else for that matter…) like the good girl she wanted to be so Quagmire would be
proud and impressed. Maybe he would
consider her to be his special friend?
“Good God Meg! Giggity goo!” Glen convulsed one last time as
his orgasm subsided, finishing off a dumping of notable quantity. “That’s one for the books Meg! There are a few horses out there that
couldn’t do what I just did!”
“You mean what ‘we’ just did… right
Glen?” Meg sat there dripping semen from her nose and chin (several thick
strands traced lines across her knitted cap and hair; over her shoulders and
down the front of her blouse). But Meg
smiled, proud of her accomplishment and actually glad she was given the
opportunity to have a front row seat for all the action. She would later write in her diary (along
with many other details of this sexual adventure…) that his semen was warm when
it first came out and that it was sticky but slimy but didn’t have any kind of
taste to it (the shot she took in her mouth landed squarely on her tongue… she
actually swallowed all of it! But again, there was nothing “yucky” about the
flavor like so many of her friends claimed).
In fact, it wasn’t even bland and certainly not gross. Meg promised herself one day… she’d be able
to swallow instead of jacking it off (although it was awesome to watch it fly
out in all directions!).
“Wow Meg, you are really
something!” Quagmire chuckled. “Let’s
get you cleaned up so we can officially get started with the real ‘oral training’!”
“When do we… do that Mr.
Quagmire?” Meg asked, not seeming to
mind her face was drenched in man goo.
“Right now.” Glen exclaimed. After they cleaned up, Glen and Meg returned
to the couch and assumed their previous positions. Glen sat back with his legs spread apart and
Meg was on her knees in front of Glen (Quagmire provided a cushion for Meg’s
knees this time around…). Meg had “full access” to Glen’s cock and balls. Meg couldn’t really tell but Quagmire’s balls
seemed just as ‘full’ as they were before he came a few minutes ago.
But Quagmire wasted no time and
quickly dove right into the task at hand: to make Meg Griffin a “top tier” cock
sucker!
So for the next hour, Meg got a
mouthful (and I mean a mouthful!) of oral sex training. Quagmire showed Meg everything an eager young
woman needed to know (from the male perspective) to be able to use her mouth to
please her man. This was not a lesson on
how to be a tease, although he pointed out the finer points of doing so in
order to enhance the ‘oral experience’; but the skills necessary to bring a man
to the brink of climax… ease up a tad to hold off his orgasm… and finally put
the pedal to the metal and keep pushing until he exploded! Quagmire had Meg bobbing her head, licking
his balls, swoggling the head of his cock, dipping the tip of her tongue into
his pisshole (and swirling it around…); he even taught her to simultaneously
lick his asshole and juggle his balls while stroking his cock! This specific lesson was Quagmire’s all time
favorite… and it resulted in his second climax!
Meg was spared a faceful of ‘giggity’ that time although the quantity
still impressed the young teen age girl… Meg was enjoying herself and her
training! After Glen recovered, he put
her right back to work.
The hour wore on and so did Meg
Griffin. She was a total ‘trooper’ with
nary a complaint; she held her own and only paused to go pee. But when she came back she went right back on
her knees and continued to work Quagmire’s dick with a tireless mouth!
After a while, when Quagmire
realized he was close to yet another orgasm, he told Meg it was time for a
“creampie”.
“What is that Mr. Quagmire?” Meg asked when she paused her cock sucking
long enough to voice the question.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth Meg!”
Glen said with a smile. And no sooner
had the words come out of his mouth (he used his right hand to stick his dick
back into her mouth… and his left hand to push her head down… ), Quagmire fired
of yet another load, this time with his cock inside Meg’s waiting mouth.
Meg getting a well deserved creampie! Yummy!
Meg tried to swallow, but even after two orgasms, Quagmire
somehow managed to crank out another considerable quantity of cum. But Meg used the “gargle” and purse technique
Glen taught her, letting the cum accumulate in her mouth without
swallowing. Then she continued bobbing
her head while the warm semen slid down the sides of his worn out dick.
“Alright
Meg! Ugh! Umph!
Yeah!... Giggity!” Glen complimented Meg as he capped off another semen
blast, shaking his dick in Meg’s face. “Well, Meg, I think our work is done for
the day… may I say not only was it great working with such an apt pupil, but
you are indeed a delight. And may I also
say that you are without doubt… without question… well on your way to becoming
one of the best cock suckers in all of Quahog!”
Quagmire cleaned himself up as he spoke, eventually getting back into
his clothes while Meg wiped off her face with a warm wet towel. Glen was nice enough to get her a towel after
she asked him for one. Glen had of
course placed a towel under his ass in case the couch got wet (don’t leave
tracks!) and he also made sure before things got started that Meg was topless (no blouse and no bra…); best to
avoid any cum stains so Lois wouldn’t be suspicious come laundry day.
So a few minutes later everything was back the way it was
before all the fun started. Glen and Meg
were once again sitting back on the couch sharing a smile.
“Phew! That was a workout! I haven’t cum three times by way of blowjobs
in at least what… three weeks I guess… giggity!” Quagmire reflected as he
leaned back and looked up at the ceiling; his hands placed idly behind his
head.
“Three
weeks?” Meg mused with narrowed eyes. It
took her a minute but she finally got it.
It didn’t matter to her; she had the best time with Glen Quagmire and
that was all she needed to think about.
Then she sprung into action.
Quagmire never saw it coming. Meg
quickly got on her knees in front of Glen and quickly unbuttoned his pants and
pulled his zipper down. Meg had his cock
out of his pants in seconds… good student that she was and before Glen knew
what was happening… Meg was once again, sucking his cock back to life! She paused in mid stroke to say, “Let’s try
for four times Mr. Quagmire!
Glen looked down at Meg and said, “Giggity goo!”
