Here you go--this may have suffered from having to finish it quickly, but I got things to do tonight.
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They didn’t know it yet, but their weekly role-play day would never be sexier or sleazier than the one in front of them. Mupepe and his wifey had picked the filthiest Wal-Mart in all the land to turn into their depraved playground, and they’d been planning for weeks. It was the sort of Wal-Mart that was more like daycare for its r-word-tarded and disgustingly elderly employees.
Miss Pepe was working the entrance in her special girl scout uniform. The hem on her little plaid skirt was inappropriate by several inches. As she tried to pitch her Samoas and Thin Mints, she’d bounce like a giddy child, and that pervy hemline meant all of her customers saw a lot of her lacy underthings, inappropriate for a girl her age, along with a heaping serving of mound. She’d get so excited that she’d drop money she was handed, and she’d shoo away her customers as they tried to help her, just so she could conspicuously bend over and show her candy apple ass to the world.
Mupepe watched from the bushes. He didn’t have any pants on and he was manipulating himself. Far enough away that he didn’t really need to stifle his masturbatory moans, he got a little too comfortable and was maybe a little too loud when he nutted. The noise caught Miss Pepe’s attention, and she figured it was time for Phase Two.
In the middle of a sale, Miss Pepe dropped her cookies and grabbed her crotch with both hands, with an embarrassed look on her face. Mupepe quickly wiped off his dick with some leaves, pulled up his sweat pants, and ran over to Miss Pepe. Bending down a little, she put her hand over his ear and whispered something into it. Mupepe mimed shock, lifted up his wife, and ran to the men’s room.
He burst into the room, which was filled with the sort of men you’d expect to find in a shitty Wal-Mart in fucking Texas. It’s like a truck rest stop but worse. Large hairy men, child molesters, rapists, open carriers, murders, people without shoes and socks. Nobody wore shirts. There were some American flag crop tops. Yellowed underwear peaked out of tight denim. That’s what men’s rooms in Texas are like, and they smell like beef jerky and piss, their only good point.
Anyway, Mupepe set his little girl down on the nanny state-mandated changing table that sat on the wall opposite the all-occupied urinals.
“It’s okay. Everyone has accidents once in a while. Let’s get you cleaned up so you can go out and sell more cookies,” said Mupepe.
“Okay, daddy!” said Miss Pepe.
Miss Pepe laid down on her back as Mupepe upturned her skirt and pulled her panties down, pulling them further apart to get around her thick and juicy thighs.
“Daddy, can I have a lollipop?” asked Miss Pepe.
“Oh, I gave you my last one this morning. Hmmm, does this work?”
Mupepe leaned forward and stuck his thumb in Miss Pepe’s mouth, resting that arm on the changing table so he could focus on cleaning up her precious areas with a wet wipe with his other arm. As soon as he made contact, she let him know how much she liked it by biting harder on daddy’s thumb and teasing a bit of tongue play. Mupepe took this as a sign that she needed to be cleaned more deeply, and in every available orifice. As things escalated into pure spelunking, Miss Pepe’s hands crushed the remaining sample Thin Mint that was still in her hand.
“Oooo, daddy’s got a lollipop now,” Mupepe said.
The tongue-biting and licking quickly turned to audible moaning, and the various gross Texans at the urinals started looking over their shoulder to bear witness to the perversion, thinking of all the nasty shit they had done to their daughters lately. There was a lot of rubbernecking going on as folks left the bathroom, and more than a few of those urinals were choked up with loads by the time somebody finally called security on the apparent incestuous pedo-bacchanalia going on.
Mupepe and Miss Pepe were taken to the security office. There, the head of security, a tall bull dyke that looked like a gym teacher ripped into Mupepe, telling him how sick he was and how fucked up he was for thinking he could get away with this in a public men’s restroom.
Mupepe looked shocked. “This is all a huge misunderstanding. This isn’t my daughter. This is my wife,” he said.
In response to her husband’s words, Miss Pepe took off her clothes, quick like a pro. There’d be no mistaking her for a child when her clothes were off. She was all woman.
“I don’t know how you can look at something like this and think she’s a little girl. That’s just weird,” said Mupepe.
As Mupepe was saying this, Miss Pepe had moved to beside the head of security and was pulling on her shirt, near her breast.
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” said Miss Pepe.
The head of security smiled a little bit. Mupepe’s argument, and his wife’s body, were very convincing.
“Well, she hasn’t eaten all day, Ms. Head of Security,” said Mupepe.
The head of security unbuttoned her shirt and pulled a big titty out of her bra, but this wasn’t good enough for Miss Pepe.
“All off,” she said. And the head of security complied.
It only took a few minutes before the head of security was naked on the desk, tits up, with Miss Mupepe, tits down, nursing on her. Due to the height discrepancy between the two, their assholes and vaginas lined up just right for Mupepe to have an easy buffet. First, he covered their holes in Nutella and had himself a feast (a slightly more difficult one with the significantly hairier head of security), and then he played whack-a-mole with his dick, switching between vaginas rapidly between strokes, and then finished in his wife’s asshole (note that this was all done hygienically—the asshole was fucked last and there was no switching from asshole to vagina).
In the end, that bull dyke head of security was played by Scarlett Johansson in the movie adaptation of this story, which is what this thread is all about.
