Mr. Jenkins
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
7,356
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Mr. Jenkins
Chapter One and Only
Mr. Jenkins II: Pink and Furry
It was just another perfectly normal evening in the home of the Crane family at number 42 Winchester Lane. Dinner had been served ( fried bologna with a side of turnip greens and Mexican cornbread), and the whole family was piled up on the couch in the living room watching a late night horror flick.
“HOLY SHIT!”
“AHHH!”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY YOUNG MAN?!?”
“Shhhhh!!” whispered Dad, “Michael, don’t cuss. Maria, don’t scream so loud. Darling, scold him later, it’s just getting to the good part, and I don’t wanna miss it.”
“Whatever.”
“I didn’t scream that loud Daddy! And it was scary!”
“Fine dear, but Michael, you and me are going to have a word after the movie.”
“Yeah, okay Mom, whatever.”
Mom looked like she was going to say something about Michael’s tone, but Dad leaned up from his position on the couch and exclaimed, “Here comes the good part!”
(tortured screams, sloshy noises, and satisfied grunts)
“Oh gross! Did you just see that dude eat the other guys heart?” Maria made gagging noises behind her hand.
Mom groaned and closed her eyes. She had a weak stomach.
“Sick! That was awesome!”
“Michael, you’re such a weirdo,” said Maria as she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, well it’s better than being a big baby who’s too afraid to sleep without her stuffed animals!”
“MOM!”
“Michael! That wasn’t very nice! Apologize to your sister!”
Michael just shrugged and got up from the couch. “Sorry. Man, I need to piss like a friggin’ race horse.”
Mom glared. “Don’t say piss in front of your sister!”
Michael just waved his hand in a dismissive fashion behind him as he left for the bathroom.
“How’s your headache, dear?” asked Mom, turning back to her husband beside her.
Dad smiled as he settled back into the couch. “Oh, it’s much better now.”
Mom raised an eyebrow. “You were whining like a five year old not twenty minutes ago, and I know for a fact we’re all out of Aspirin.”
“Actually, I found some Tylenol way back in the medicine cabinet when I went and looked last commercial. Lucky there was enough left for me. It was all about gone.”
Dad looked over to his daughter. She was trying to fish out the remaining popped popcorn from their bowl of left over seeds.
“Hey Maria, hand me that bowl. I’ll go make some more popcorn,” said Dad as he extracted himself from the limbs of his family members.
While he was walking down the hall to the kitchen, he noticed his daughter’s room was open. Brilliant bright pink blinded him, and with a groan of longing he saw his daughter’s stuffed toys piled in the corner of her room. Being only ten, Maria still couldn’t part with her childhood friends. Not that Dad wanted her to anyway.
He found it uncomfortable and slightly embarrassing the way he started to get semi hard while staring at Mr Jenkins II, Maria’s large pink stuffed elephant. Why did he feel so horny all the sudden? Why did his erection increase when he looked at that damned toy? Why was he thinking of doing . . . naughty things with that pink elephant? It wasn’t right. But . . . Mr. Jenkins II was just so sexy.
Dad blinked.
Did he just call a stuffed toy sexy? He shook his head to be rid of his thoughts and hurried to the kitchen.
Later That Night . . .
He couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Mr. Jenkins and he heard the circus music. Mr. Jenkins would sway his cute furry pink hips in a slow motion to the fast paced circus music. He would rub his trunk between his legs, bringing the trunk up slowly, antagonizingly slowly up his chest, and would rub the place where his nipples would be if he had been made with any.
With an explosive sigh, he gently got out of bed, careful not to wake his sleeping wife. He scowled at the thought of her. They hadn’t had sex for months. It was her fault he kept on wanting to fuck his daughter’s favorite stuffed animal. If only she’d just suck him every now and again . . . .
A thrill of excitement shot through his body as he crept silently into his daughter’s room. He smirked slightly at the sound of her snores, and grabbed Mr. Jenkins from the floor. Quietly, he made his way to the bathroom by the laundry room in the kitchen. Less chance of being heard.
He closed the door, and stripped off his pyjama’s.
He sat Mr. Jenkins II on the floor and started fisting his semi hard cock while looking at the innocent pink elephant.
He closed his eyes and moaned.
“Come on bitch. I know you want to fuck me.”
His eye immediately popped open, looking around wildly for the voice he heard. He cracked the bathroom door and peaked out. Nope, no one there. He shut the door, shrugged, and continued on massaging his balls.
“What are you waiting for? Stick your huge cock in my little pink hole already.”
Dad looked down, eyes widening to an impossible size. Mr. Jenkins II looked up at him and smirked.
“Mr. Jenkins II? . . . . . . what? . . . .how?”
Mr. Jenkins II snorted. “Just shut up and fuck me,” he said while lifting his furry pink ass in the air. It had a rip where the anus would be if it was supposed to have one.
And even though his first thought was, ‘Am I going crazy?’ , he just decided, ‘What the hell?’ and picked up the pink elephant. He positioned his now fully erect member on the edge of the hole, driving the soft body down unto his length.
He moaned in pleasure. The white fluff within his lover caressed his member like that of a woman’s pussy. He started pumping and thrusting into his small lover. His mind was a haze of pleasure, but distantly he was sure he heard the moaning of the Mr. Jenkins II.
In and out, faster then slower. He thrusted his dick in and out of his furry lover. He fucked the stuffings out of the pink elephant, literally.
“Oh fuck! Mr. Jenkins II! YES! YES!” he panted in between thrusts.
“You like that-“ . . .huff, huff. . . “don’t ya you little pink fucker?”
He started moaning louder, “YES! OH FUCK YEAH!”
Suddenly there was a tightening in his balls, and he knew he was about to cum. He caressed the pink elephant riding his dick, and the sensation of the soft pink fur on his fingers threw him over the edge.
He came deep ( well considering this is a stuff toy, so not that deep ) within the elephant. He collapsed unto the toilet in a sweaty heap, pulling the elephant off his quickly deflating penis and tossing it to the floor. He gasped for breath, exhausted from his exertions.
He jumped when he heard the soft voice of his daughter. He hadn’t heard the door opening, and cursed himself. He must not have locked it.
“Dad? What are you doing?”
She was standing in the doorway, in her pink pyjamas, holding onto her other best friend, Mrs. Kitty. He looked longingly at the black pussy, and then snapped himself out of it when he realized that that was how he got in this situation to begin with.
“Uh . . . . I-It’s not. . . at all. . . what it looks like s-sweetie!”
Two Nights Later . . .
“Oh fuck this!” Michael said as he emptied his drawers on the floor again. He kicked the stuff in frustration. Michael grunted as he got down on his hands and knees and peered under his bed. Michael cursed when his search yielded the same result as all the others. He came up a little too fast and banged his head on the bed frame.
“SHIT!” Michael yelled, his eyes watering.
When the pain had subsided to a dull throb, he went to the bathroom across the hall and searched the medicine cabinet once again for his elusive Tylenol bottle.
“Where the hell,” Michael growled as he continued to rub his throbbing head, “did my fucking acid go?”
FIN
Mr. Jenkins II: Pink and Furry
It was just another perfectly normal evening in the home of the Crane family at number 42 Winchester Lane. Dinner had been served ( fried bologna with a side of turnip greens and Mexican cornbread), and the whole family was piled up on the couch in the living room watching a late night horror flick.
“HOLY SHIT!”
“AHHH!”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY YOUNG MAN?!?”
“Shhhhh!!” whispered Dad, “Michael, don’t cuss. Maria, don’t scream so loud. Darling, scold him later, it’s just getting to the good part, and I don’t wanna miss it.”
“Whatever.”
“I didn’t scream that loud Daddy! And it was scary!”
“Fine dear, but Michael, you and me are going to have a word after the movie.”
“Yeah, okay Mom, whatever.”
Mom looked like she was going to say something about Michael’s tone, but Dad leaned up from his position on the couch and exclaimed, “Here comes the good part!”
(tortured screams, sloshy noises, and satisfied grunts)
“Oh gross! Did you just see that dude eat the other guys heart?” Maria made gagging noises behind her hand.
Mom groaned and closed her eyes. She had a weak stomach.
“Sick! That was awesome!”
“Michael, you’re such a weirdo,” said Maria as she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, well it’s better than being a big baby who’s too afraid to sleep without her stuffed animals!”
“MOM!”
“Michael! That wasn’t very nice! Apologize to your sister!”
Michael just shrugged and got up from the couch. “Sorry. Man, I need to piss like a friggin’ race horse.”
Mom glared. “Don’t say piss in front of your sister!”
Michael just waved his hand in a dismissive fashion behind him as he left for the bathroom.
“How’s your headache, dear?” asked Mom, turning back to her husband beside her.
Dad smiled as he settled back into the couch. “Oh, it’s much better now.”
Mom raised an eyebrow. “You were whining like a five year old not twenty minutes ago, and I know for a fact we’re all out of Aspirin.”
“Actually, I found some Tylenol way back in the medicine cabinet when I went and looked last commercial. Lucky there was enough left for me. It was all about gone.”
Dad looked over to his daughter. She was trying to fish out the remaining popped popcorn from their bowl of left over seeds.
“Hey Maria, hand me that bowl. I’ll go make some more popcorn,” said Dad as he extracted himself from the limbs of his family members.
While he was walking down the hall to the kitchen, he noticed his daughter’s room was open. Brilliant bright pink blinded him, and with a groan of longing he saw his daughter’s stuffed toys piled in the corner of her room. Being only ten, Maria still couldn’t part with her childhood friends. Not that Dad wanted her to anyway.
He found it uncomfortable and slightly embarrassing the way he started to get semi hard while staring at Mr Jenkins II, Maria’s large pink stuffed elephant. Why did he feel so horny all the sudden? Why did his erection increase when he looked at that damned toy? Why was he thinking of doing . . . naughty things with that pink elephant? It wasn’t right. But . . . Mr. Jenkins II was just so sexy.
Dad blinked.
Did he just call a stuffed toy sexy? He shook his head to be rid of his thoughts and hurried to the kitchen.
Later That Night . . .
He couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Mr. Jenkins and he heard the circus music. Mr. Jenkins would sway his cute furry pink hips in a slow motion to the fast paced circus music. He would rub his trunk between his legs, bringing the trunk up slowly, antagonizingly slowly up his chest, and would rub the place where his nipples would be if he had been made with any.
With an explosive sigh, he gently got out of bed, careful not to wake his sleeping wife. He scowled at the thought of her. They hadn’t had sex for months. It was her fault he kept on wanting to fuck his daughter’s favorite stuffed animal. If only she’d just suck him every now and again . . . .
A thrill of excitement shot through his body as he crept silently into his daughter’s room. He smirked slightly at the sound of her snores, and grabbed Mr. Jenkins from the floor. Quietly, he made his way to the bathroom by the laundry room in the kitchen. Less chance of being heard.
He closed the door, and stripped off his pyjama’s.
He sat Mr. Jenkins II on the floor and started fisting his semi hard cock while looking at the innocent pink elephant.
He closed his eyes and moaned.
“Come on bitch. I know you want to fuck me.”
His eye immediately popped open, looking around wildly for the voice he heard. He cracked the bathroom door and peaked out. Nope, no one there. He shut the door, shrugged, and continued on massaging his balls.
“What are you waiting for? Stick your huge cock in my little pink hole already.”
Dad looked down, eyes widening to an impossible size. Mr. Jenkins II looked up at him and smirked.
“Mr. Jenkins II? . . . . . . what? . . . .how?”
Mr. Jenkins II snorted. “Just shut up and fuck me,” he said while lifting his furry pink ass in the air. It had a rip where the anus would be if it was supposed to have one.
And even though his first thought was, ‘Am I going crazy?’ , he just decided, ‘What the hell?’ and picked up the pink elephant. He positioned his now fully erect member on the edge of the hole, driving the soft body down unto his length.
He moaned in pleasure. The white fluff within his lover caressed his member like that of a woman’s pussy. He started pumping and thrusting into his small lover. His mind was a haze of pleasure, but distantly he was sure he heard the moaning of the Mr. Jenkins II.
In and out, faster then slower. He thrusted his dick in and out of his furry lover. He fucked the stuffings out of the pink elephant, literally.
“Oh fuck! Mr. Jenkins II! YES! YES!” he panted in between thrusts.
“You like that-“ . . .huff, huff. . . “don’t ya you little pink fucker?”
He started moaning louder, “YES! OH FUCK YEAH!”
Suddenly there was a tightening in his balls, and he knew he was about to cum. He caressed the pink elephant riding his dick, and the sensation of the soft pink fur on his fingers threw him over the edge.
He came deep ( well considering this is a stuff toy, so not that deep ) within the elephant. He collapsed unto the toilet in a sweaty heap, pulling the elephant off his quickly deflating penis and tossing it to the floor. He gasped for breath, exhausted from his exertions.
He jumped when he heard the soft voice of his daughter. He hadn’t heard the door opening, and cursed himself. He must not have locked it.
“Dad? What are you doing?”
She was standing in the doorway, in her pink pyjamas, holding onto her other best friend, Mrs. Kitty. He looked longingly at the black pussy, and then snapped himself out of it when he realized that that was how he got in this situation to begin with.
“Uh . . . . I-It’s not. . . at all. . . what it looks like s-sweetie!”
Two Nights Later . . .
“Oh fuck this!” Michael said as he emptied his drawers on the floor again. He kicked the stuff in frustration. Michael grunted as he got down on his hands and knees and peered under his bed. Michael cursed when his search yielded the same result as all the others. He came up a little too fast and banged his head on the bed frame.
“SHIT!” Michael yelled, his eyes watering.
When the pain had subsided to a dull throb, he went to the bathroom across the hall and searched the medicine cabinet once again for his elusive Tylenol bottle.
“Where the hell,” Michael growled as he continued to rub his throbbing head, “did my fucking acid go?”
FIN