...ounded 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 about problems... ghseez!
More formidably, it was now that Wiggum had his own release. Right up in her ass he emptied his load, and Marge shrieked from the thrill of it. Her new persona melted at the thought of what had just happened; she loved the thought of cum settling inside her, just like Flanders' had not so long ago.
"Be on your way, m'am," Wiggum said courteously, lifting himself up with a struggle and a grunt.
"Thanks again, Chief. I'm so glad the force looks out for me," she gave him a smile.
"Extra hard for you, Simpson," Wiggum said fitting his pants and belt back on; "If you know what I mean," he chuckled the pig-like way only Wiggum does. The pair shared a polite, "good-doing-business" smile before parting separate ways to their steering wheels. Comic Book Guy was nowhere to be s...