****** A Bundy Day by G-boy ******
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A Bundy Day


This is for all of us who watched Al, Peggy, Bud and Kelly, and wished we could
get Peggy or Kelly into the back seat of the Dodge. For those of you who wished
to get Bud or Al in the back seat, or on the sagging couch, this may appeal to
you as well.

Marcy Darcy was furious. Mr. Vanderhouven, her boss at the bank, had forgotten
to turn off the security camera, and now, the entire security staff was
laughing at her. They were calling her 'Marcy the tit-less wonder'. They had a
thirty minute show of her sucking Vanderhouven's little dick to its full three
and a half inches and then allowing him to bend her over his desk and plunge it
into her for ten minutes. She reflected that it was a good thing she'd learned
to fake an orgasm. Her buttocks stung from his flabby belly slapping against
her as he thrust and groaned his way to a dribbling orgasm. Afterward, she'd
sucked him clean, and left him to smoke his foul cigar.

"Oh, well," she smiled. "The guards won't be laughing when they get their
paychecks tomorrow." She'd waited until Becky, the new teller, the one with the
long blonde hair and the large chest, had gone to lunch, and used her computer
to change the entire security staff's payroll to minimum wage, and their hours
to five hours a week. And it would take at least a month to correct the error;
she'd password protected the file, 'LittleDick'. She'd used Becky's (everyone
called her Chesty) computer in case anyone was smart enough to trace it down
the line.

"Let's see how much you laugh then, you bunch of high school dropouts," she
thought, and smiled maliciously. "I'd rather be a tit-less wonder, than a
homeless one. And, speaking of little dicks, I wonder what Jefferson is doing
right now."

Jefferson Darcy, her pretty boy, younger husband, may have only had a raging
five inches of manhood, but his tongue reached a good six inches. At that
moment, his tongue was busily thrusting in and out of Peggy's tight anus. She
wiggled her ample buttocks and squealed with pleasure. Jefferson's tongue was
beginning to tire; he'd licked her overly hairy twat to two orgasms already,
the bright red hair completely covering her wet crotch from belly button to ass
hole. To be fair, though, he'd watched her teased red mane as it bobbed up and
down on his stiff member.

"Oh, I'm so glad 'Oprah' was a rerun," she panted, traces of semen drooling
from her lips. "Stick it in me, Jefferson, ram it in hard!"

She was bent over the back of the couch, so Jefferson got to his feet and aimed
his cock at the slobbery wet anus that winked at him.

"Ugh! Wrong hole, Jefferson! Wait, you're in the.." she grunted. Jefferson
grabbed a hold of her good sized tits and roughly shoved his member into her
bowels. She struggled to free herself, but Jefferson cruelly twisted her boobs.

"I learned this trick in prison," he growled. "How do you like it, Big Red?"

"Get off of me," she whimpered.

"Or what? You'll tell Al? Then I'll just have to tell him about you and the
garbage man, won't I?" he laughed. He thrust harder, and felt his balls
tighten. He twisted and pulled her tits harder. As she screamed out in pain, he
unleashed his sperm into her anal cavity, and collapsed on top of her. His
hands slipped from her now sore boobs, and she felt the sperm trickle out of
her ass hole.

"Let's see 'Oprah' top that, slut!" Jefferson gloated as he pulled his dick out
of her raw bowels. He slapped each cheek as hard as he could, and was pleased
to see his hand prints show bright pink on her backside.

They dressed in silence, Peggy glaring at him, and he ignoring her. She turned
the television on, just in time to catch the 'Jerry Springer Show.' She wiggled
her tender bottom into the well worn crevice of the couch. Jefferson grabbed
himself a beer and walked out of the front door. Peggy was engrossed in her
show; she didn't even notice that he was gone. She did think momentarily about
what Al would think if he knew his best friend had just finished ass fucking
his wife.

Al was sitting in his chair at the shoe store. His massive eleven-inch prick
was at full mast as he watched the nubile little treat that fate had sent to
his store. She seemed most interested in the high-heeled pumps that Al and
Griff had placed on the bottom of the display racks, specifically for this
purpose. The seventeen-year-old's short, tight skirt would rise up, and Al
could see that she wore no panties underneath. Her long brown hair hung into
her eyes, and she swept it back. This move allowed Al to peer at her large
perky breasts as they jiggled, unencumbered, in her low cut top. She selected a
slinky model, and turned to him.

"Um, mister, would you have this in a size six?" she asked.

Al jumped to his feet.

"Why, I'll go see!" he giggled and fawned. She wiggled over to a chair and
plopped down. Her skirt rose high on her shapely thighs, and Al almost shot his
load. This maneuver displayed that her pubic hair was shaved down to just a
thin line, barely covering her ripe pink lips, very much unlike the forest that
his wife, the evil red head, liked to sport. And she wondered why he wasn't
interested in her? Who wanted to have to fight his way through a jungle, just
to get to a tired old watering hole?

He ran to the stock room and grabbed the pumps in a size six and ran back out.
Griff had just returned from his lunch break, and was now vying for the girl's
attention. Al roughly shoved his burly African American co-worker aside.

"Back off, Griff," he snarled. "I saw her first."

"Yeah, but Al," Griff whined. "You're married... with children. I'm happily
divorced!"

"There's no need to get ugly! How dare you bring my married misfortune into
this?" Al roared.

"Listen, Al," Griff reasoned. "There's a way we can settle this, and we can
both be happy!"

"I'm listening," Al said.

"She wants a pair of shoes, right?"

"No, Griff, she's here because she wants a car! Of course she wants a pair of
shoes!" Al yelled.

"Well, Al, a pair of shoes means two, right? There's two shoes, she has two
legs, there's two of us. Get it?"

Al thought about it for a moment. The girl thought about it for a moment.

"You know, you're right!" Al finally said.

"I get the right one," Griff said, and grabbed the shoes from Al. He lunged
toward the girl's right leg. Al quickly grabbed the left leg and slipped the
high heeled pump on her foot. Griff was struggling to get the right shoe on her
other foot. The two men pulling on her legs had spread her legs wide apart, and
her cunt lips opened to reveal the moist pink interior. She giggled as she felt
the two men's hot breath on her vagina. They both noticed her open, inviting
pussy at the same time, and both lunged for it at the same time, bumping their
heads together.

"I saw it first!" they both exclaimed, as they rubbed their sore heads.

"Look, Griff, she may have two legs, but she only has one cunt," Al said. "So,
you play with her bigguns while I plow that luscious, scrumptious hole. When
I'm finished, in, oh, say about fifteen seconds, you can plug her up."

The two men high-fived, and Al unzipped his polyester slacks and unloosed his
throbbing eleven inches. Both the girl and Griff gasped at the same time.

"Mother fucker, Al, you sure you a white man?" Griff asked.

"As sure as I am that I scored four touchdowns in a single game, and scored
five cheerleaders in a single night."

"I was a cheerleader," the girl giggled.

"I know," Al smirked as he drove his thick member deep into the girl's now
dripping pussy. Griff pried her large firm breasts from her top and lavished
attention to each of them in turn. Ten deep long strokes later, Al released a
load of sticky come deep into the girl, then stepped back. Griff relinquished
her ripe tits for Al's inspection, and unzipped his tight slacks. The girl
reached for Al's drooping cock and sucked her own juices from it. She groaned
in pleasure as Griff's own eleven inches sank into her slippery box.

Ten minutes, and a free pair of shoes later, the girl walked out of the store.
Sperm slowly dripped down her legs, but she was oblivious to this, as she was
too busy admiring her new shoes. Al and Griff sat down, relaxed and pleased
with themselves.

"Hey, Al, can I see that dick of yours again?" Griff asked.

"Fuck, Griff, you're just as bad as Peggy," Al grumbled.

"Does Bud have a monster like that?" Griff asked.

"No. If he did, his hand would have to be twice the size it is now," Al
chortled.

Bud's cock wasn't quite as big as his dad's, but the eight and one half inches
was plenty enough for him to handle. At three and one half inches around, with
balls the size of small potatoes, it was plenty enough to satisfy him, and a
girl, any girl, please God send him a girl! He was down in his basement
apartment, watching the video he'd made of his mother and Mr. Darcy going at
it, and stroking his cock. He'd already shot his wad twice, but watching Mr.
Darcy maul his mom's titties got him hot again. The large hard dark red nipples
bounced and swelled as those fingers cruelly dug into them, and Bud shot
another thick jet onto his sticky belly.

"I wonder what Mrs. Darcy would think of Mr. Darcy if she saw this?" he asked
himself. "She might be so grateful, I'll finally get me some from her!"

He giggled and rewound the tape. He cleaned himself off and slipped into a pair
of shorts and a large tee shirt. Grabbing the tape, he headed upstairs.

His mom was still on the couch, watching some insipid talk show with the
intensity of a scientist studying a new bacteria. He didn't even speak to her
as he walked out the front door to watch for Mrs. Darcy's arrival home. He
hoped to get her alone, without her niece, April catching them. He liked April,
probably even loved the attractive young lady, and that's where the problem
lay. Fucking a girl that you liked, loved, was like fucking your sister. Not
that he would have minded fucking that slut of a sister of his. Many nights,
he'd stroked and rubbed his dick thinking of sliding it into her luscious lips,
or into her steamy cunt, but her constant insults let him know that the
bleached blond bimbo was not interested in a little incestuous fuck fun. He
liked April, and felt funny about approaching her for sexual release. As a
result, he spent most of his time with his hand, and a stack of porno tapes and
'Bigguns' magazines.

He groaned inwardly as he saw that April's car was in the driveway, but Mr. and
Mrs. Darcys' cars were not there. He wondered why Kelly's motorcycle was also
parked in the Darcys' driveway.

Kelly and April were in April's bedroom. Kelly was showing April her newest
pair of thong panties, a patent leather pair, that matched her patent leather
bra.

"I mean, if you're going to be a biker, you got to be into leather, right?" she
asked April. The brunette nodded and admired her blond friend's slim yet
curvaceous body.

"Yeah, you think Bud would like me in a pair like that?" April asked.

Kelly shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know what that little troll likes," she said. "But, if you want to try
them on.."

With that, she slipped out of them. April stared at Kelly's smoothly shaved
pussy. The lips and clit peeked out of the folds of flesh that formed her pubic
mound. Kelly reached out the panties to her friend. April looked into Kelly's
eyes. Even as dense as Kelly was, she couldn't mistake the look on April's
face. Her pussy immediately responded, and her sensitive nipples strained to
pierce through the slick black leather of her bra. She unhooked the bra and let
both bra and panties drop to the floor. April stood up and embraced her friend.
Their tongues searched each other's mouths for a moment, then Kelly broke the
kiss.

"I've, um, never done it, you know, with a member of the same gender as me.
Hell, I've never even done it with a member of the same sex before!"

"Me neither," April said.

"So, what do we do? Let insides take over?"

"Yeah, Kelly, we'll just let instincts take over," April replied.

The two girls fell onto April's bed and kissed again. April struggled out of
her tight dress, and rubbed her hairy pubic mound against Kelly's smooth one.
Both girls gasped as their clits brushed one another, and their wetness
mingled. Kelly breathed deeply of the musk in the air and gasped, "I got to
taste your pussy."

Kissing her way down, she lingered on April's quarter sized nipples for a few
moments, then slurped hungrily toward the sparsely haired pussy that lay before
her. Her tongue, more used to tasting and teasing big cocks, went instinctively
toward April's penis shaped clit. When her hot tongue grazed against her clit,
April shrieked out in pleasure. Kelly then dove into April's spread lips and
dug her tongue as deep as she could into April's gushing twat. April shrieked
again and again as Kelly alternated between her clit and her love hole. She
screamed out her orgasm as Kelly drove two fingers deep into her pussy and her
ass hole at the same time. While she recovered, Kelly kissed and nuzzled her
neck. Finally, April rolled her friend onto her back and returned the favor.
When she drove two fingers into Kelly's soaked pussy, Kelly grunted for another
finger, and another, until April was ramming her entire fist in and out of
Kelly's wet hole. She wormed two fingers of her other hand into Kelly's anus,
and Kelly spread her legs even wider.

"Give it to me, bitch!" she screamed. April worked a third and fourth finger
into Kelly's stretched rectum, and glued her lips to Kelly's large clit. Kelly
grabbed and pinched her own nipples and April felt her orgasm approach as
Kelly's ass hole opened and closed around her fingers, and her pussy gripped
and released her fist. Kelly screamed loudly, and April's face was literally
sprayed by Kelly's come. The two girls cuddled and licked each other's face
clean of pussy juice. They then relaxed in each other's arms.

"God damn, Kelly, as loud as you scream, it's a wonder Bud didn't hear you,"
April giggled.

"Me? Fuck, girlfriend, you're the screaming maniac. It's a good thing that
Bud's in his basement, or he would have heard you for sure!" Kelly retorted.

Bud did hear them. And, his trusty camcorder had recorded the whole thing from
the window. He stood on the tall ladder, the one Mr. Darcy used to sneak out at
night, and aimed his camera lens at the lewd and lovely sight. His other hand
stroked his rod.

"Bud Bundy! What do you think you're doing?" Marcy Darcy screamed at him.

With a scream, Bud lost his balance and fell to the ground. Marcy was
unsympathetic as she leaned over his writhing form.

"Were you filming my niece changing clothes again, Bud Bundy?" Marcy shrilled
at him. Bud shook his head no.

"Give me that tape, you little pervert," she ordered, and held out her hand.
Bud shook his head no again, and slowly climbed to his feet.

"No, ma'am, Mrs. Darcy, but, I'll let you see the tape I made of Mr. Darcy," he
smirked at her. She frowned deeply.

"What? Was that little pretty boy sunbathing in the nude again? I'll kill him.
Flaunting his body to the neighborhood women like that. It's disgusting. He
doesn't flaunt it to me!" she whimpered.

"Let's go to my place and I'll show you just what he was doing," Bud cooed. She
let herself be led to the basement, and gingerly sat on the edge of his bed.
She was sure that there were creatures that lived in his bed, and she didn't
want any of them jumping on her. Bud put the tape in and turned to her.

"Now, before I show you the tape, what are you going to show me?" he asked.

"Nothing, Bud, just play the fucking tape, you little worm," she hissed.

"Oh, come now, Mrs. Darcy! Surely I deserve the same thing that Mr.
Vanderhouven gets!"

"What? How? How do you know about that?" she sputtered.

"Oh, you forget. I'm the one who installed that security camera in the bank,"
Bud leered.

Defeated, Marcy nodded her head yes. Bud hit the play button, and he and Marcy
watched as Jefferson's tongue disappeared into Peggy's hairy twat, and then
plumbed the depths of her ass hole. Marcy, despite her rage, felt her pussy get
wetter and wetter as she watched Jefferson plunge his small cock into her best
friend's plump ass. She watched as Jefferson's face twisted in the throes of
sexual pleasure, and listened with slight amusement as Peggy protested the
harsh treatment of her anus and breasts.

"How'd you get so close to them without them seeing you?" she asked Bud.

"Oh, I just left the camera in the last place Mom would look," Bud said. "I put
it on top of the stove."

The tape faded to black and she turned to face Bud. She gasped as her eyes
beheld the naked, short, scrawny form of Bud Bundy. Her eyes immediately fell
to his throbbing erection. Eight and one half inches long and three and one
half inches around, it was certainly larger than she expected for this pip-
squeak to sport. She groaned as a mild orgasm thrilled through her. But she was
angry; with Jefferson for cheating on her, with Peggy for betraying her, Mr.
Vanderhouven for his stupidity, and this little ogre for manipulating her. She
decided it was high time for Marcy Rhodes Darcy to get hers. An evil smile
crossed her face.

"Why, Budrick! I had no idea you were so, so well endowed!" she cooed. "Just
looking at that great big dick of yours makes me want to get wild! You do want
me to get wild, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah, baby, get wild!" Bud squeaked.

"All right! Get on the bed, on your hands and knees, and bark like a dog for
me, baby," she panted.

He quickly complied. She reached into her briefcase and pulled out, first her
handcuffs, then her ankle cuffs. She grabbed Bud's arms and cuffed his wrists
together behind his back. Before the foolish boy could react, she'd bound his
feet together as well. For the final insult, she pulled out her twelve inch
long realistic vibrator, and plunged it deep into her dripping cunt. With Bud
struggling and protesting, she brought herself off in front of him. She then
took the buzzing monster, slick with her juices, and viciously rammed it into
his virgin rectum. He howled as the intruder punched into his tight hole, until
all twelve inches dug into his belly. She then turned it on to full power, and
slapped a piece of duct tape over the base of it, holding it in place.

"Well, Bud, it's been fun," she calmly said, as she removed the tape from his
machine. "But, I have a husband to kill."

"Wait! You can't leave me like this!" Bud whimpered.

"No, you're right. I can't," she agreed. "I'll need Mr. Buzzy back in time for
work in the morning."

She walked up the stairs.

"Oh, damn! That's right! Today's Friday! I won't need it back for a whole
weekend! And, don't worry, Bud. Those are fresh batteries in that thing. Well,
have fun," she giggled as she let herself out.

"Wait! Come back here, you tit-less withered old hag!" Bud screamed.

Peggy had not turned her attention from the television the whole afternoon,
even with Jefferson's juice dripping from her sore ass hole. She heard the door
open and close, but since she didn't smell the foul odor of an unbathed Al, she
paid it no mind. Marcy walked to the front door and looked at her friend. She
decided it was no use to hate such a simpleton, and decided to hate Jefferson
instead. He would pay for this. But, before he paid for it, she wanted him to
work that big tongue into her tight ass, just like he did for Peggy. Then she'd
play the tape for him, and then...

As she left the Bundy house, she saw the dust cloud of Al's car approaching.
She hurried across the street; she didn't want to have to talk to that vulgar
excuse for a man. Her niece, April, greeted her at the front door.

"Have you seen Bud?" she asked her aunt.

"Yes, I did, honey, but he's a little tied up right now," Marcy said. "Probably
until tomorrow."

"Oh, okay," April said. "At least there's Kelly to fuck," she thought, as she
walked back up to her bedroom.

THE END.

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