I was in bed with my boyfriend, watching Family Guy, and then I closed my eyes finding myself unexpectedly standing in the center of Quohog. My heart raced as I struggled to comprehend my surroundings, my thoughts swirling in a fog of confusion.
As I stood there, trying to figure out how to get home, I heard the sound of slurred speech and heavy footsteps approaching. I turned to see a naked Peter Griffin, stumbling towards me, his body swaying with each step. At first, I couldn't help but laugh, but as my eyes traveled down his body, I was shocked to see his cock, much bigger than I would have ever imagined.
"What the fuck?" I whispered to myself, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight before me. I watched in awe as his cock grew harder, standing at full attention as he continued to speak in a drunken slur. I felt a strange mix of embarrassment and desire as I found myself unable to look away.
"Hey, baby," Peter slurred, his words barely intelligible. He stumbled towards me, his hand reaching out to grab mine. Before I knew it, he had placed my hand on his hard cock, the veins pulsating beneath my touch. I couldn't help but stroke it, my fingers barely able to wrap around its girth.
Peter pushed me down, and I found myself on my knees, my soft lips inches away from his hard cock. I hesitated for a moment, but the desire to feel him inside me was too strong to resist. I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around his head as I tried to take him deeper.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Peter moaned, his hands tangling in my hair as he thrust his hips forward. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged, tears streaming down my face. But Peter didn't seem to care, his grip on my hair tightening as he used my throat like a toy.
After what felt like an eternity, Peter pulled my head off his cock and pushed me down onto the ground. His hands roughly pull down my pants, exposing my ass and pussy to the cold night air. I felt a moment of embarrassment, but then he's on me, his cock pressing against my entrance. With one brutal thrust, he's inside me, filling me up completely. I gasp at the size of him, at the sudden fullness. He starts to move, pounding into me with a force that took my breath away. I moaned and he grunted, the sounds of our fucking filling the quiet night.
Peter's cock filled me up good, his thrusts hard and wild as he drunkenly called out Lois’s name. I could feel him hitting my cervix with each thrust, the pain mixing with the pleasure as I felt myself actually getting close to cumming. Peter's weight on top of me was crushing, but it didnt matter at the moment. All I wanted was for him to keep going.
As Peter continued to pound into me, I could feel my orgasm building. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of his cock inside me, the way it stretched me open and filled me up. And then, with a final thrust, Peter came inside me, his cock pulsating as he filled me up with his cum.
I’m left on the ground, panting, my pussy aching and unfulfilled. He just walked away, leaving me to lay there in the cold, with the remnants of his cum leaking out of my pussy. The town is still silent and still, as if nothing happened. I laugh at the absurdity, at the fact that I just got fucked by Peter Griffin. I finally get up, wipe your face off, fix my clothes, and wander through the night to find my way home, with the taste of Peter Griffin's cock still lingering on my lips.
