Co-Written by Jss2141

Stan Smith was a really complicated man, sometimes he did things for himself and sometimes for his family, but on the previous Christmas night after seeing principal Lewis and how much freedom he had as a single man, with no need to buy expensive gifts for people or report to anyone about where is, what he is doing and at what time he would come back. Stan felt envious and frustrated that he didn't have that, until that one night he made a wish to a certain ornament on the tree, that he wished to have Lewis's life and always have a fun time.

Though he didn't expect it to work or for a certain pear-shaped alien in disguise to cup his ass as it put it on the tree, Stan's wish spectacularly came true on Christmas morning! He woke up to a different house, one of a bachelor instead of one of a family man!

"Hmm..." Stan started to slowly wake up "What time is it? This sleep felt great, is like im alone on the bed or something and all the space is mine"

Turning over in bed, Stan expected to hold his loving wife but instead found an empty space. No wonder it felt so spacious.

"Francine? Where's my morning BJ?" He asked but got no reply. "Damn it, I have to get my own breakfast juice?"

Getting out of bed, Stan marched out of his room and noticed his home was sort of a mess. That Christian's party must've turned into a rager.

"Hello?! Anybody?! Hello?" Stan called out but all he got was Roger coming out from the attic.

"Geez Stan, would you talk any louder?" He was holding a bottle of whiskey "Last night was a wild party''

"Sorry, but something weird is going on. Francine wasn't with me in our bed and the house is a mess." Stan said before noticing a framed Cathy Ireland poster on the wall next to him. "And look at this."

"A FRAMED Cathy Ireland poster? That is strange." Roger said as he finished his whiskey and tossed the bottle away, walking with Stan as they headed downstairs.

Coming down to the den, Stan and Roger saw more drastic changes to the house! Sexy posters were framed, the couch was purple with a blanket, a foosball table replaced the side chair, and a pool table was in the center!

"Foosball? A pool table?" Stan said in surprise.

"Oh wow, this place is either not our house or things are getting cooler," Roger said with surprise.

Stan gasped as he turned towards the Christmas tree if you can call it that as it looked like a small palm tree with lights lazily hung around it, a few ornaments, and a beer bottle with a star on it on top.

''A lazily put imitation of what a Christmas tree is supposed to be? That could only have been put there by someone who was too lazy to actually go and buy one in such a cold, I mean when you think about it, it is just a tree with fancy things but..." Stan is then interrupted.

"You know what Stan? I don't think your family is in here, it's way too quiet and no one is annoying us to clean it up or some shit" Roger said, already going for the pool table.

"But if my family isn't here and the house is a mess, then that wish came true!" Stan said in shock.

"Wish? You mean when you put the angel on the tree and wished you had Lewis' life?" Roger asked him.

"Exactly! And if my wish came true, then I'm a single man!" Stan said as he went to the garage, checking for his SUV but instead…. "ROGER! Come see this!"

Rushing to the garage, the alien looked in and saw the only car inside was a white Porsche!

"Oh my god, that's Lewis' pimp ride!" Roger said in shock, looking at Stan. "I think you're right, Stan. You are a bachelor now! Do you know what this means?"

"Yeah, I do," Stan said before he smiled widely! "WE PARTY!"

"Hell Yeah! No annoying hippie girl, no pathetic virgin boy, and no party pooper wife! We can have all the fun in the world Stan" Roger said, already on party mode.

"You better choose one of your favorite personas now Roger, cause nothing is stopping us from staying out until midnight ahha!" Stan said, happy.

His family was gone and he was freer than ever before! Stan wasn't going to waste this day!

"Then let's get dressed and peacock the hell out of this!" Roger said as he grabbed Stan and rushed them upstairs.

"But wait! How are you here with me?" Stan asked as they stopped in front of Roger's closet

"Maybe because I was touching your ass when you made it, linking me in as well? Ass wish?" Roger questions.

"That works. Now let's go out and party on Christmas!" Stan shouted, excited to party!

"I Can't wait to mix all sorts of booze with eggnog and then regret it because of the taste"

And just like that Roger and Stan went upstairs to choose which pair of clothing would be the best for the two friends to go out partying it up. There wasn't anything in the CIA agent's mind about how this was possible if his family was ok or not, like always he would focus only on the good things, but who knows what this new life would bring?

"Do you think we are going to eventually like...I don't know what our lives are like here? Because I have all this stuff but no new memories of the sorts" Stan mentioned to Roger while trying out a hat.

"I'm sure we'll be fine. Let's just get out there and party, this wish was meant to be enjoyed and we're gonna enjoy it." Roger said as he pulled out the perfect party outfit and quickly put it on! "Say hello to Lazlo Morphine!"

Looking at Roger, Stan saw he was wearing a George Washington wig, a blue tracksuit, and a green scarf.

"Nice! How about this?" Stan asked as he dressed in a purple pirate suit!

"Fabulous! Now let's get out of there!" Roger cheered.

"I always wanted to drive a Porsche, maybe we even get some chicks with this"

With that the duo went to the garage to take that awesome car to a test drive around Langley Falls, they were excited and the road was the limit. They tour up the town with their celebration! Crashing parties, drinking holiday drinks at all the bars, and just doing amazing shit that made everyone envy them!

However, sometimes Stan would feel something happening to him like new information and memories were being sent to his head while having fun. Memories he didn't remember originally were taking the place of others, rewriting his personal history as he and Roger stopped by a gas station to fuel up.

"Roger, are you feeling some tingling in your brain?" He asked.

"A little bit but I think that's just the buzz wearing off," Roger said as he was munching on some chips. "This day has been amazing! The partying, the drinking, the body shots from strippers! Lewis knew how to live."

"Yeah, you're right, and yeah he did! Maybe we should swing by and see if he has any tips on how to end this day right." Stan said as he got back in his Porsche with Roger.

"Wit! Stop! The nozzle is still your car!" An attendant said, rushing to them.

"It's alright! We're bachelors!" Roger said as Stan drove off, snapping the gas nozzle.

What followed was simple: a line of gas leaking and a spark from the fallen nozzle created an explosion that destroyed the gas station and launched the attendant over Stan and Roger!

"You guys are awesome!" He said with a thumbs up, flying to the dirt side of the road.

"Honestly Roger? There is no possible way things can get any better than this" Stan said.

"Yeah, you got it, now that I think about it if we got Lewis's life now what does that mean for him?" Roger asked.

"Hmm...well he couldn't have just disappeared so if I got his life that can only mean that he"

After a few minutes, the car arrives at a certain house Stan knew what was, Lewis place

"Looks cleaner," He asked himself.

"Oh boy now that I have to see, he must be so miserable right now. Needy kids with their quirks and annoying wife telling you what to do every two minutes" Roger said, getting out of the car.

"Yeah! Let's look in and see if that's the case!" Stan said as he got out as well.

Not bothering to knock on the door, Stan and Roger peeked inside to see what life Lewis held! Shocked, even though they joked about it, Lewis wasn't alone in his home! Sitting on the couch, in an entirely new get-up of glasses and a Bill Cosby-like sweater, Lewis was with Francine, Hayley, and Steve as they played a board game but they were different! Hayley and Steve were now black, half white on Francine's side, with the older sister having dreadlocks and the brother having a small afro!

"Oh my god," Stan and Roger said in shock.

They all looked so organized and happy together it was like seeing the world upside down. Lewis of all people who many would call a crazy and drunk addict of chaos seemed to be a productive member of society and totally stable.

"So the wish, instead of just letting me be a bachelor for a day, switched my life with Lewis. Meaning he's a CIA agent, has my wife and kids, and my life." Stan said in shock, pulling away from the window. It is…..perfect."

"Perfect? How? I mean, I know it's perfect but how do you know it's perfect?" Roger asked Stan.

"It's perfect because I'm free! I always felt so trapped in that marriage! Listening to Francine drone on, doing all the chores she asked, getting unwanted visits from Mama and Bahbah! It's all gone now! Not to mention Hayley's liberal ways and Steve's nerdiness is someone else's problem now!" Stan said with a wide smile! "I'm free!"

"Wow, Stan! You're right but it begs the question of how we met if you weren't the CIA agent I saved at Area 51." Roger wondered.

"Who cares?! I'm free, you're free! And it's all permanent! Woo!" Stan cheered as he felt more memories being changed to fit his new life!

He was the principal of the high school, he was a street thug that took no shit from anyone, and had more game with the ladies than ever before since he remembered being with WAY more than his original life!

"Come on, Rog! Let's go celebrate some more! I know the perfect way to end today!" Stan said as he pulled Roger back to the Porsche.

"Oh whoa look at you go, and here I thought you would have some sort of epiphany when seeing your family with someone else, but it seems like you're perfectly ok with how things are going. Sure Stan led the way" Roger agreed to go with no more questions, slowly getting more memories too.

As the duo kept tearing up the town with their partying, their memory replacement had become complete. Such as how they meet, the adventure they've had as gangsters or prison mates, and even…a friends with benefits relationship?

'What the hell?'

Stan started to have flashes of him and Roger alone in a room, he was wearing a female persona and they were...getting frisky on the bed?

In his old life, Stan would've found the thought disgusting but in this new life, it was strangely good. Hot even as Stan found it rather addictive to sleep with cross-dressing aliens.

'Holy shit...I am having sex with Roger personas? I wonder if he remembers that too, should I keep silent to not make it awkward? Maybe until we get back home, that would be for the best' Stan thought, a bit confused still.

A few hours later, after some more partying in strip clubs and karaoke bars with some bar fights, Stan and Roger returned to their home for the last thing that could make this Christmas memorable. Rare booze and drugs…..along with some sex if Roger got the memories too.

"Man that hooker had one hell of a jab," Roger said.

"Yeah but you kind of deserved it after what you told her," Stan said.

"How was I supposed to know that she wasn't pregnant but just really fat?"

"Maybe just not call her fat?" Stan said with a chuckle, pulling into the garage and closing the door. "Especially since you…you know?"

"I don't see you complaining when I show it off," Roger said with a smirk as he got out of the car.

"So you have them...what do you think? I mean, how do you feel about it?"

"Honestly? It surprised me a bit, I mean don't get me wrong I had a lot of the stuff we did in these memories with all sorts of people...I just didn't imagine that to happen between you and me" Roger said.

"Me either but it seemed….good? At least from our memories." Stan said as he went into the den, pulling out drugs from a secret compartment in the couch. "I mean….I'd be up to trying it for years to make sure the memories are right but I'm not sure."

"Ugh, maybe we should stop drinking and using drugs too much, in my case because I'm human and I don't want to just implode but you can keep using it if you want. Let's just see where this leads us today" Stan said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Aww, is someone scared of little old me?" Roger said with a chuckle while shaking his head. "Either way works for me, I can still enjoy it. Just let me change into a persona I KNOW you like."

Stan gulps down nervously because he knew who he was talking about, he had so many wild memories of the things he did to that persona, but still...he would not speak of it. Instead, he just kept the drugs in his hand as he and Roger went upstairs. The alien broke off to his attic and told Stan to meet "her" in his room after she was done changing.

'Ok...this isn't what I was expecting for my wish, but apparently, I am ok with it in these memories? Maybe I should just test it out for myself now that I am conscious about, yeah no harm done in that...it ain't gay right?'

Walking into his room, Stan sat in his bed and waited for the "woman" of the house as he looked through the bag of drugs to see what he loves to do in this new life.

"Man, why are there so many drugs here? When I wished to have Lewis's life, did I also wish for his addictions?"

Stan looked back at his new memories and saw that he did a LOT of drugs, seemingly a wine taster at a party. He tried about every drug he could get his hands on and enjoyed every moment of it.

"Yish, how am I even alive ?"

Stan must have great health to still be alive if all the drugs he has taken or maybe Roger has some alien shit that helped with that.

"Are you there Stan? Cause I'm totally ready to barge in" Rogers's voice could be heard.

Looking to the door, Stan gulped a bit as he took a breath. This was going to be different and his memories could be wrong about this feeling good. But just for confidence, he grabbed one of the pot brownies from the bad stash and ate it.

"Yeah, I'm here," Stan said, chewing the brownie quickly and swallowing.

Maybe being high would make him be more comfortable around weirdness, but nothing, not even his memories, would prepare him for what he would see even if he wanted, for Stan felt so anxious for it. Seeing the door being kicked open, Stan gulped as he saw a persona he had only seen once in his old life but had apparently spent A LOT of time within. Cleshawn Montague.

"Hey there, big boy. Miss me?" "She" asked him with a sultry look.

"Oh...ah yeah, totally. It seems like we spend a lot of time together I am right?" He said, sweating a bit.

"Yes, you are," Cleshawn said as she shut the door behind her, closing all of the drapes in the room before she sat on the bed next to Stan.

"You seem tense, perhaps I should help you feel more relaxed, " Cleshawn said, putting a hand on his leg.

"N-No. I'm plenty relaxed." Stan quickly said but that was a lie.

He was still nervous about this, sure he may have done it in his past life without realizing it in that play but this time it would be for real. He was going to have real sex with Roger/Cleshawn.

"Is that so? Then you won't mind if I start with your favorite huh? You like that stud?" Cleshawn rubbed his leg, close to the crotch.

"I….I guess that's okay." Stan said, gulping a bit.

The beautiful and big assed persona stood up and started to bend over, showing to him the phat and grey gelatinous glutes that he always had the best of times plowing every day.

'Why the hell does Roger have to wear just a bra and thong right now?' Stan thought, feeling his pants tighter at the sight of Cleshawn's ass in such a small garment.

"Don't blink, Stany. You'll miss the show." She said to him,

The beautiful actress began to sway her bootylicious asset left and right towards her man, making those cheeks bounce, one moment it was slow and close to his crotch like it wanted to tease him before it shook so fast and strong it was like it had ants on its undergarments.

"Ooooh." Stan let out, keeping his eye on "her" ass as it shook like nothing he had ever seen before.

Shutting her eyes and imagining her favorite song, Stan watches as Cleshawn went to sway those big cheeks with more elegancy, thrusting her hips into the air and shaking the fat buttocks he loved so much in a lustfully enticing way, wanting the man of the house to actually salivate in hunger. It was majestic, how she twirled her body, flaunting the incredibly large goods, be it ass or breasts.

"You like this stud? I bet you want to ravage me right now"

She danced like a belly dancer, putting those heavy buttocks to work, letting it bounce, sway, and way more, keeping her arms held behind her neck while she arched her back and thrust her chest forward.

"Yeah…I do." Stan said, feeling the pot brownie kick in and his lust rising.

Putting the drug bag aside, Stan leaned back to watch the display as the song "Get Low" played in his mind. The perfect song for this "woman's" dance.

"Hmmm~" Stan starts to unzip his pants, ready to let his erection out.

To Stan's surprise, he had a much larger cock than he originally did but he didn't mind it! In fact, he was so happy about it!

"You like it don't you? You can't get tired of it" Cleshawn said, starting to lift her dress up and show even more of her derriere "Why don't you come to take it?"

Fully embracing his lust, Stan got up from the bed and pulled "her'' onto his lap while throwing the dress away! His hard manhood between those amazing buns with the best of sausage now being his log.

"I'm gonna wreck this ass today," He said, totally into it already.

"Then don't wait! Make this the best Christmas fucking I've ever had!" Cleshawn said as she ripped her shirt off, revealing her red bra-clad breasts.

Now high on weed Stan went to latch his mouth onto those tits while moving his hips up and down to hump those cheeks as much as he could at the time, making it slippery while one free hand was there to spank it whenever it was needed.

"OH! Oh yes! Yes! Keep spanking me, big boy!" Cleshawn moaned as she clenched her cheeks, making it harder for him to thrust his cock but easier to lube!

"Uh! Uh! UHH! Yes, keep it clenched baby I like how much effort I put in, yeah I can feel my hips dancing at this rhythm" Stan smirked.

"Yeah, I can feel it too but it needs more bass! Slap me harder!" She moaned, biting her lips!

"Take this you big assed slut" Stan said, landing a heavy slap onto her cheek, making it jiggle wildly.

"OH!" Cleshawn moaned as she began moving her ass faster, going in all directions to make Stan feel as good as he made her feel.

The more they began to sweat, the more lubed Stan would become to fuck her full force!

"Ahhn~Yes this feels so good, are you that great with your mouth as well?" He asked.

"Let's find out!" Cleshawn said, licking her lips.

The beautiful brown-haired actress stopped doing the work with her phat ass, turning around and getting on her knees, staring at her man's huge log before wrapping her fingers around it. Stan felt a shiver go through his spine, watching as the woman stroked his manhood up and down, gently.

"You have a mighty wrench here honey, would be a shame if I didn't take it for a spin"

Sticking her extended tongue out, Cleshawn gave quick licks as Stan moaned at her tongue.

"Bet no one around here can do tongue work as great as this bitch, now get ready im gonna slobber this dick with my saliva"

Opening her mouth, Cleshawn took half of it into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around the rest before she began bobbing her head up and down.

"OH, GOD!" Stan moaned out, shivering from her sucks.

From there on he would receive something otherworldly, for anyone who sees it, Stan right now had a very big dick but his 'lady' was taking all of it to the hilt, going up and down at a frenetic pace, showing no signs of gagging, for all he knew she could even go balls deep and swallow his crotch whole.

"Ahhhn! It's so...clammy and wild, ohh fuck! I can feel it everywhere"

"You're gonna feel more than just that," She said, twisting her tongue around his manhood like a trap.

"How can you still be so articulated?" Stan said, confused as to how someone can suck dick and still talk like that.

"You know how!" She said as Stan put his hands on her head and began face fucking her!

If this was his new life then it what time to take it for a stride, Stan would make her\him his own fucking bitch, to screw every day and do things Francine would never do. Cleshawn relaxed her throat as she grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper as Stan began to thrust harder and faster!

"Oooh yeah! This is how you face fuck someone, hmmm~Im gonna blast one so hard"

'Do it! Do it! I want it all!' Cleshawn thought as she sucked harder!

"BAaaahhhgmmhh!~"

Stan lets out a weird moan before the den on his will breaks and the first orgasm of the day rushes forward like a missile ready to land at its target and explode. Cleshawn rolled her eyes back as she gulped down all of the seed in her mouth, feeling its warmth filling her stomach and cheeks.

"Oh, God...When was the last time I came this much?" Stan asks himself.

Stan couldn't remember from his old life but this life, he has come like this about 3 months ago.

"Thick and creamy, just the way this bitch likes her milkshake in the morning"

Cleshawn moaned in delight as she swallowed the huge load, licking her lips to make sure none escaped before she gazed up to Stan.

"Feel like returning the favor handsome or do you just want to move to the best part?" She asked him.

"What would I even be licking anyway?" Stan tries to remember in his memories what exactly he was fucking.

"Ever heard of rim job before?" Cleshawn asked with a smirk.

"Uhh..." Stan felt suddenly embarrassed and weird.

Memories of this soon came to mind, his tongue dancing greedily around the alien's ass as she sat on his chest or on his face.

'Dear lord' "W-What you rather than I do?" He tried to ask.

"Hmmm, maybe suck on my girls but I prefer a nice rimmy with that skillful tongue of yours," Cleshawn said with a smile.

"Maybe later," Stan said, before gently going to wrap those very real grey breasts that were the size of mature melons.

He surprisingly loved the feel of Roger's chest whenever he was a female persona, somehow they were even better than normal women's breasts!

"Whoa, they feel so firm and soft, I can't stop groping," He said, looking at them intently.

"Then don't stop," Cleshawn said with a moan.

Letting go of any restraint Stan started to open his mouth and go for the left tit, sucking on it like any pervy for boobs would do. He didn't know if the alien had nipples or not but Stan was glad she did as sucked and nibbled with great greed.

"Men are all the same, they can't hold themselves with high-quality tits!" Cleshawn shook her boobs left and right while with her arms behind her back, making sure the stud would get his fill.

Pulling his mouth away, Stan shoved his head into her breasts and motorboats the chest!

"Hmm~ Oh yeah boobs" Stan moaned out.

Moving over and pushing Cleshawn onto the bed, Stan motorboated even faster as Cleshawn bit her lip in pleasure! It was so long since she had felt something like this! IT was so good and so hot!

"E-Easy there Stud, it's like you never saw big breasts before"

"I can't help it, they're so big and full." Stan moaned between motorboats.

"Then why don't you stick your dick between them? I bet you feel even better by smushing your log in here" Cleshawn laughed in delight.

"Great idea," Stan said as he pulled his head out of her breasts. leaning up and sitting on his knees.

Pulling his hard log up, Stan dropped it between Cleshawn's breasts and pushed them against it.

"Uh! Uh! UH!~Yeah" Stan moaned, enjoying the titfuck.

Cleshawn hummed from the feeling as she pulled out her tongue and licked his tip, slowly moving to suck it as Stan kept thrusting.

"Hmmm~How are they so warm? It's so tender, squishy, and warm, fuck this feels amazing" Stan grunted.

"That's my little secret. All you have to do is enjoy." Cleshawn said as she began sucking faster, taking the whole tip into her lips.

"Ah! uh! UH! Ahhhn~" Stan started to move his hips faster, like a dog humping a pillow.

It was like Heaven and Stan wanted to go faster, thrust harder, and cum like a fountain in his woman's face.

"Ooohhhh god!~" And so he did.

Stan gave another strange moan as he came all over her face, making Cleshawn moan from the filling as she shut her eyes to enjoy the white shower.

"Well then, you sure know how to treat a gal, showering her with so much of this thick and white love"

"I aim to please and I hope it doesn't disappoint," Stan said with a smirk.

"You better make sure to hold back more after this, because the next part is gonna get even hotter," Cleshawn said with gusto.

Stretching her tongue out, Cleshawn licked her face clean and pulled all of the cum in her mouth to savor the flavor. Stan is amazed at that, thinking how many men wished their girls could have a tongue like that, at least the more perverted ones who would not be freaked out but he wasn't one of those, he enjoyed it.

"...Doggystyle now?" He asked.

"Oh no, let's save the best for last. I think this position is good enough to start." Cleshawn said as she grabbed her legs and held them up for the missionary.

"I feel so full of energy even after blasting two times," Stan smirked.

"Well I hope you have plenty more," Cleshawn said with a smirk. "Now give it to me!"

Stan positioned himself on the bed and got both hands where they should be, before moving his hips towards the goal, inserting his huge manhood inside of it. Stan groaned weirdly again while Cleshawn moaned loudly as she clenched around his manhood!

'This is even better than my memory!' Cleshawn thought.

"Ohhh man, I-Is it supposed to feel this tight and clammy?" Stan asked.

"Yes! Now move those hips and stuff me like a turkey!" Cleshawn moaned.

Stan smirked and did so, moving those strong hips back and forth humping as much as he could out of that alien making the bed start to shake a bit.

"Oh YEAH!" Cleshawn moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"I'm gonna go balls deep! And blow your insides with my seed!" He said, pervertedly.

Stan grabbed her hips and pulled her close as he kept thrusting, pushing deeper into her while their bodies slapped against each other.

"OOHH~Yeah baby, that's right stud, gonna pop that bad boy up and more," She said.

Stan felt himself move faster and faster, rocking the bed as Cleshawn almost made inhuman noises.

'Why do I find those even more arousing?!' he thought before he found himself pushed over and put on the bed.

"Ride 'em, cowboy!" Cleshawn shouted as she began bouncing on his cock, her breasts wiggling around before him.

"Whoa! You're so full of energy, how long can you go?" Stan asks.

"Let's find out," Cleshawn said as she put her hands in his chest and began hopping in his cock.

"Ooohhnn Cleshawn, only you can make me feel like this, it's like I'm on fire!"

"Damn right, I can!" Cleshawn moaned.

Her phat ass bounced up and down at a frenetic pace, not slowing down at all as if she wanted to make sure her ass was printed onto Stan's existence and crotch. Stan wanted the same thing as he began thrusting up as fast and hard as he could, grabbing her hips to hold her down as close to him as possible while he bucked like a beast in heat!

"UHHHH FUCK! USA! USA!" Stan could feel ready to burst again.

"Forget the USA! I'm out of this world!" Cleshawn moaned as she slammed harder!

"You sure are you slut" Stan smacks that fat alien ass with both hands.

Both had their limits hit and rushed in each other like no tomorrow!

*SPLURT* *SPLOOSH* *SPLAT*

They ended up having an orgasm at the same time.

Stan gave the loudest groan he could, echoing through the entire neighborhood and even beyond as it caused an avalanche that buried several woodland creatures in the Chimdale mountains.

*A few minutes later...*

"Oof...Ok, I think I have outdone myself here, maybe if I take a nap I feel better" Stan said.

The bed legs were broken and the sheets were covered in fluids.

"Yeah, maybe but it was worth it," Cleshawn said as they laid next to each other in bed.

"Is this what we are now? Having sex all day, booze all day, and drugs all day?" Stan asked.

"Maybe you should go slow on the booze and drugs, your body ain't as strong as mine but the sex part? Yep all day"

"Deal. I may have his life now but I won't be as crazy as Lewis was." Stan said as he felt his stamina returning, his dick slowly getting hard again. "I think I have a little stamina left for one more round. What about you?"

"Geez Stan, have you ever had this much energy with Francine before?" Cleshawn said.

"Naw and I don't care. So, up for it?" Stan said with a smirk, slapping her ass again."

"Mmmm! Sure, let's get it on!" Cleshawn said as she got on all four and showed her ass to him.

"I'm never gonna get tired of plowing such a phat ass. God being with you makes me too damn horny you bootylicious whore"

"Quit talking and get back in here!" she said as she slapped her ass, making it jiggle.

"Whoho!" Stan said before jumping straight into that phat ass, ready to spearhead that meat with his dick.

The rest of the day went by with the house being filled with the sound of wild sex, but the neighbors were already used to that sort of thing by now.