"Here he comes!" Marge shrieked with glee. With complete control she thrust herself in him deeper and quicker than ever. "Fuck that fuckin' pussy, you pansy!" Her wild side was, as you can tell, quite wild. Marge Simpson on your TV and Marge Simpson on her Slut Tour were two completely different beings. "FFFUUUUUUUUCCCKKK-AAHHH...... MMEEEEEEEEE-OHHHHH!"
Marge shouted at the sheer capacity of her lungs. "FILL ME THE FUCK UP!" she demanded vigorously.
"Oh-aghh," Ned whimpered, like the pussy Marge took him for. His package was substantial, but his mindset was like that of some shemale nun. And as frustrating as it was for Marge to bear with, it's what made it fun. It's what made it so taboo, and Ned was unique in that way. Hell, even Reverend Lovejoy was a careless brute in the sack. Bondage, name-calling, all other kinky shit; believe it or not, he was the king of all that in this two-faced, sex-crazed town.
And Lovejoy was the man to 'ignite the match' for Marge, so to speak. He was her first in well over 20 years (apart from Homer, of course) and made her the town cum-doll this past year. On the occasional visit to Shelbyville, Lovejoy would call upon all newly-legal women and (more often...