Meet The Piffles

Paulie swept up the white fuzzy rat with one hand, passing her off to his flustered girlfriend where she immediately blended into Fifi's hair.
With the other he helped Belle to her feet and galanty kissed her in welcome, running his tongue half way down her throat.
"Belle you do look wonderful." He said not taking his eyes from her exposed breasts.

"Here Here!"
It was Mister Long.
He threw his cardiagn over his wife's heaving bosom.
"How dare you stare at my wife's titties Captain!"

'Yeah...how dare you...you, you philander you!
Ain't mine good enough for you!"
Fifi was on a roll...her face flushed with anger and her breasts jutting out like gun turrets on a battleship.
 
George

Oh! The agony!

Laying on the bed in the darkened bedroom, he quietly suffers the effects of the killer migrain that he has now got.

The number of times he had gone to the doctors about his headaches. But all the doctor did was to tell him that there was nothing wrong and to go home.

What has happened to decent medical care? Don't doctors care anymore?

Apparently, not! All the doctor seems to worry about is the health of Gracie.

Why does he keeps asking about her? It's him that he should be concerned about!

He moans quietly to himself.

"The agony!"

Suddenly he hears shouting.

What is that!? Don't they know he is dying there?

Whatever the noise, he can hear it coming from outside.

What is going on?

He tries to ignore it, electing to try and suffer in peace. But it is no use.

Worried that something disasterous is going on, he forces himself off his bed and staggers to the window facing the front of the house, where the noice seems to be coming from.

Pulling the curtains back, he whimpers as the evening sunlight shines right in his face, causing him to squint.

Oh! My head!

For a moment, he thinks about going back to bed but unable to ignore the noise (he would worry too much), he opens the window and sticks his head out, carefully.

Peering down at the front yard, he sees Belle Long (is she topless?) and Paulie's new trollop screaming their heads off while his brother and Howie Long look like they are squaring off against each other for a fight.

And what is that white thing digging up his prize flower beds?

Worst than that. He can see that everybody from up and down the street are crowding round the front, trying to see all the commotion. Including that old pervert from next door.

Oh no! What will Mrs Smyter of the Local Homeowners Association say about all this?

It is too much for him, he simply faints...
 
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Belle Long

Belle strips the cardigan and squeezes her breasts towards Fifi's face.

"Of course he doesn't like yours, you hussy! He likes em' natural like mine."

"Belle, get hold of yourself," shouted Howie as he covered Belle again.

She ignores him. shrugs off the sweater and turns to Paulie, "Who's boobies do you like better, baby?"
 
BRAD

Brad stood there gawking watching these boobs bounce around like 4 big bowls of jello. Wow. Anybody got popcorn? Brad sure as hell wasn't going to stop anyone or get in the way. Belle's boobs sure looked a whole lot better in person than they did through binoculars from his third floor bedroom window!

He hadn't had this much fun since Mom and Dana had hopped onto the neighbor's trampoline together ....
 
George Piffles - evil twin

For a week now, he has been sitting in his car outside his "older" identical twin brother's house. Watching what his brother's family did and planning some scheme to get back at him.

Oh he hates him!

Since the last attempt, he had been in prison for 15 years but was released early for good behaviour six months ago.

But he is back now and hungry for revenge. Revenge for being in prison. For being born 5 minutes after him. For not being loved as much by their mother. For having to share the same name. For marrying the girl he loves.

He had almost panicked when he say Paulie's old VW pull up. But he had kept his nerve and hid. Only finally popping his head up to see what the commotion is about, he sees two women fighting like fishwives on the garden lawn. He doesn't see much after that since people from neighbouring houses go and see what's going on.

Deciding to go for a coffee, he turns on the ignition, puts the car into drive and moves away off.

Soon, George! Soon!...
 
One of Fifi’s 4" heels was broken in the earlier scrap. Not letting it slow her down, Fifi walked with a lopsided gate back to Belle’s side, suddenly appearing to join forces with the enemy whose tits were on display for all to see as she desperately attempted to garner support of her own perceived ‘titillating’ superiority. "Whose boobies do you like better, baby?" she asked of my Sweetums.

Pulling myself to my full height, trying to stand proudly on my 4" heels even though one was now broken, and patting my hair as though I could possibly fix it, I thrust my D cup tits out proudly, and said "Yes Sweetums, do tell, whose boobies do you like better?" Looking over to the nervous man desperately trying to cover his wife’s naked chest, "And you," I say pointing right at him, "whose do you like better?"

Dolly wandered off to enjoy her freedom and went straight to the Piffle flower bed, hunched her back end, and relieved herself.
 
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Mr Burns:

His eyes widen when he saw Belle Long stripped off her sweater and started wobbling her naked breasts around. It had been a long time since he had seen some in the flesh. He licked his lips as he imagined wrapping his old choppers around them and found with a little bit of pride a stirring down in his trousers.

"Hee! Hee! I can still get it up!" he chuckled to himself as he felt his quite considerable manhood starting to harden and thicken.

"If only Agnes was alive now, I know what we would be doing." Even at his age, he still missed their sex together. Making sure that no-one could see, he pressed up to the hedge to watch Belle's mellons wobble while starting to rub himself.
 
Beyond the magnificent landscape of four swelling rosey tipped boobs, Paulie saw the ancient neighbor of the Piffles jacking off behind the hedge and a car suddenly drive away with some one in it that looked very much like little Georgie!
What kind of a greeting was this!

Howie Long had given up trying to veil his wifes jutting attributes and was drooling into fifi's cleavage...
"You Dog!"
Paulie cried good naturedly
"Your dripping on my Darlin's sweet cookies. Now stop it!...fact is," he said bending low, "The proof is in the flavor not the size!"

With that Uncle Paulie scooped first Belle's then Fifi's hooters up in his big salty hands and gave a loud smacking suck to each outhrust dusky rosebud!

"Now I'll tell you friend Howie, THAT is a tasty delight...the only thing that might challenge them...",
he gestured at the four proudly pouting breasts arrayed before them,
"...might be the sassy appetisers of young Dana here."
He pointed at the girl, who blushed and mewed,
"Oh Uncle Paulie, do you REALLY think so?"
 
Mrs Smyter

Pushing her way through the crowd, Mrs Smyter - the head of the Local Homeowners Association forces herself to the front. The sight she sees appalls her. Two grown women parading their...naked boobies for all the neighourhood to see. Then she recognises one of them.

Mrs Long!

"My word! This behaviour is disgusting!" she shouts to the crowd. "And right in their front garden too."

The crowd (particularly the women) murmer in agreement. The men just keep quiet.

"Someone should call the police!" shouts someone.

"I never liked those Piffles. Always trouble!" shouts somebody else.

By now Fifi and Belle have stopped. With their arms covering their breasts, they are staring at the crowd as if noticing them for the first time...
 
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End of Scene I

We leave Scene I with the majority of the Piffles (with their neighbours - the Longs) facing their "adoring" public including the randy old Mr Burns.

Gracie, totally oblivious to what is happening outside, is preparing the Chinese while her husband, George, is flaked out on the bedroom floor.

Meanwhile at a local cafe, George's twin brother, George, is plotting some scheme to get his own back.

Scene II

It is late evening, everyone has had their dinner and are now in the living room. Apart from Gracie who is doing the washing up with Brad helping. George is upstairs in bed...
 
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I ask anyone if they would like coffee and go into the kitchen to put up a pot.

"Hey, Gracie? Where is the coffee," I ask her? She said the coffee was in the fridge.

"By the way, that chinese food was great. I especially liked the Cream of Sumyungguy Soup."

I put up the coffee and dig in the pantry and fridge for something sweet to put out for the company.

Ah, here is a bunch of fortune cookies.

I gather them up and put them on a plate after i unwrap them all.

Waiting for the coffee to finish, I sit in the kitchen and chat with Gracie.
 
Gracie

http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/Isobel3.jpgGracie finished doing the dishes in no time flat. That meant throwing away the good china, the best silverware and rinsing out the styrofoam cups to be used again on another occasion.

She sank into a chair across from her sister with a sigh of relief. "You know Misty, I gotta do something about my Georgie. There aren't any holidays coming up for over a month. None that count for makin' whoopee anyhow. You know how he is birthdays, anniversary and sometimes... but only sometimes, mind you... Christmas and Fourth of July. I think it's all those fireworks going off that get him going on the Fourth."

Gracie sighed as her sister commiserated with her. Misty bet she could drag old Georgie into bed and show him a good time if she could just get him alone for five minutes, but she let her sister have her illusions. Gracie just didn't have what it takes to attract a man.

She was always planning romantic little trysts for her and Georgie to get his attention. Sheesh. Everyone knew that men weren't interested in romance. They wanted sex, sex and more sex. Forget the fancy shmancy romance stuff. Sometimes Misty wondered if the story about Gracie being adopted was true. They just couldn't be related.

Gracie looked at her sister all dreamy-eyed thinking about her George. Misty looked really hot in that faux fur mini. (What kind of animal is a faux anyhow, she couldn't help but wonder.) All the men were crazy about her sister. She had even caught Georgie ogling her more than once over the years.

Things were just not looking good. Gracie knew she had to resort to desperate measures, and find a way to keep her sister away from her husband in the meantime. But what to do? What to do?
 
BRAD

Brad had helped his mother do the dishes since it was his turn. Try as he might, he couldn't get the image of her naked body from his mind. Just thinking of her bending over the lower stove her round ass pointing in his direction made him as hard as a rock. Things were not helped by Gracie putting condiments away in the refrigerator. She bent over to put the jar of olives on the lower shelf. Brad had to turn away, red faced.

Everything around him seemed to scream sex tonight. His sexy Aunt Misty just made it worse. Cream of Sumyungguy soup!!! she had said. Hell - Brad wanted to scream, I've got lots of cream for you! It's bad enough that she was built like a brick shit house. (Brad had to think about why that was a description for a woman with a great body. He soon gave up, adults made up such stupid word rules).

Uh oh, Brad realized his mother was staring at him, seeing the tent in his pants....
 
Erik Storm kissed his sister Ursula with a passion rarely seen in siblings and hopped into his black humvee. She could watch the store for awhile. He especially wanted to be running the tanning and massage parlor in the tomorrow when young Dana Piffle came in for her biweekly sunning. He'd gotten her to agree readily last time to having a massage in the morning. A complimentary one of course. The Piffle girl was some dish and would be another milestone for Erik as he blazed a trail of conquests through every nubile female in the town. He loved the young, innocent types. He felt it was almost his duty to initiate them into the many varieties of wholesome nordic sex.

He was on his way to take Mary Wiggins the 19 year old daughter of Alderman Wiggins and a freind of Dana's to WildFlower Lake for an evening of rock climbing and lust but decided to stop by the Greasy Spoon Café for a bite to eat first.
He was surprised to see George Piffle, Dana's father sitting at a table by himself, drinking black coffee and breaking toothpicks into very small pieces. Odd he thought. George Piffle is a family man and rarely seen alone.
Erik flashed a big gleaming smile at him, (it was not returned)
sat down at the counter and ordered his supper.
 
Dana

I was in the shower when all hell broke loose outside! I couldn't believe what was happening. It was great to have Uncle Paulie, Fifi and Aunt Misty visiting. Everyone doesn't get together like this very often. So, it was like a treat... Well. Maybe not. I've seen the looks Aunt Misty throws to Dad and poor Dad doesn't know if he should melt in lusty embarrassment or give her a cold stare. Usually, he ends up sorta stammering and being really quiet. I gotta help Mom out on this.

I went back upstairs to my room after dinner. I had some studying to do, but I couldn't make my mind concentrate on that. Mom's troubles seem to just crowd out everything else. Then an idea hits me! Grabbing my small purse, I go down to the kitchen.

"Hey, Mom, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure honey, I'm just about done with these dishes."

"Okay, I'll be right outside." A few minutes later, Mom comes outside and joins me on the bench swing on our porch.

"Well, what's on your mind, Dana?"

I look around to make sure there were no unwanted ears in the area. I turn to Mom and grin wickedly. "I have the best idea, Mom! I know how you can make things flare up between you and Dad! I know Dad's conked out on the bedroom with one of his headaches, but you know what would be a good way to relieve him of some stress?"

Mom looks kinda blankly at me. "Err.. no honey, what would that be?"

"You should wait till everyone's gone to their own rooms and when you go to bed. Put on that sexy red lingerie on. Ya know, the one you got from Luscious Lingerie. That thing cost an arm and a leg! So you might as well put it to use. Then undress Dad and wake him up with a nice BJ!"

Mom looks even more confused. "What's a BJ?"

I roll my eyes and whisper, "You know," and make a hand motion with my mouth open. She looks even more confused. I sigh and whisper, "A blowjob! You can give him a blowjob! Since Dad's asleep, he can't stop you and once he gets going, he's not going to want you to stop. See?"
 
Belle Long

Scene -
Long Residence
2nd Floor
Master Suite
Facing Piffle's House


Belle was naked atop their Laura Ashley decorated, king-sized bed. Howie was laying beside her rubbing her sore muscles and periodically changing the ice pack on her bruised behind while trying to enjoy his favorite show, Soprano's.

"Baby, who's tits are better?" She asked once more.

"How many time I have to tell you, YOURS!"

"Are you sure baby?"

He ignored her while he leaned in closer to the TV.

She jumped up and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"HOWIE!"

"Whaaaaaa???"

"Are you sure my tits are better than that trollop's?"

'Let me show you..." He leaned in and took her nipple in his mouth.

Giggling now, Belle pulled back. "Wait a minute. I have a surprise for you."

"Ohhhh nooo...what now?"

She ran to the dressing room, "Oh, it's something I picked up from Naughty Teddy's."
 
Howie Long

"Are you sure my tits are better than that trollop,s?"

Belle was standing right in front of the tv with her hands on her hips,just as Tony was about to give some pimp a beating too.Howie looked carefully at his wife's tits.They were still as firm as the day he'd first met her.He still remembered it clearly,he'dbeen limping off the field after a touchdown and she'd run up and given him a big kiss.God she'd looked so hot in that cheerleaders outfit.

"Let me show you..." Howie replied.

Howie leaned forward and took one of Belle's thick nipples in his mouth and rolled it with his tongue,then gave it a gentle nip with his teeth.

"Wait a minute.I have a surprise for you." Belle giggled.

Belle pulled away and ran from the room.Howie was about to get up and close the drapes before his wife came back when Tony started beating the pimp with a baseball bat on the tv.Howie settled back down the wide open drapes forgotten.
 
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Dana answers, "Hello?"

"Is Brad there?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

"Heidi"

"Heidi? You wanna talk to Brad???"

"Yeah, I need help on my Trig"

"Ok, sure!" Braaaaaaaaaaad.....Teeeeeelephone! It's a girl!
 
BRAD

Brad had fled to his room, yes that room the one on the 3rd floor facing the Longs. Binoculars in hand he was watching Belle and Howie. One of his favorite things to do. He heard Dana call him. He had his Lazy Boy turned to the open window, drinking a Coke hand down his pants.

Ok Dana got it!

Hello?

Umm hi Heidi

Yeah trig, uh huh wait

Dana hang up! I can hear you breathing. Hang up Hang up. I'm telling Mom! <Click>

Heidi, I'm back you wanna come over now? Ok.

I'll see you in 15 minutes.

Bye


Wow. Heidi was coming over, to see him! This shouldn't be happening, Heidi was the bomb. Better change his tshirt for the first time this week. Brad frantically began to hide his dirty clothes and stuff under the bed and in the closets.
 
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Heidi Moist

I arrive at the Piffle's wearing my red cheerleader's shorts and tight, white t-shirt with the red letters, 'REAL MEN CHEER FOR CHEERLEADERS!' written across my 36C's.

Dana answered the door, "Oh hey, Heidi. How was practice?"

"Good! Coach told me I'll have to quit the team if I can't pass this class."

"Hey, that's a bummer. Brad's room is 3rd floor, 2nd door on the right. Just follow the stench. It'll lead you to him."

I climbed the staircase to the 3rd floor. There were 3 doors along the long hallway. Okay, which one?

First door. knock knock

A voice cried out, I'm busy! Use the john downstairs!

Second door. knock knock No answer.

I turned the doorknob. A feminine voice cried out, "Sweetums, I'm reeeeeady.." making me slam the door shut.

What a nuthouse!

Last door. Must be Brad's.
 
"Have you forgotten so soon Gracie dear?"
It was Paulie standing behind Dana and winking at Mrs. Piffle with a lecherous grin.

Gracie blushed demurely and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Ah yes that's the tongue I remember!"
Putting his big arm over Dana's shoulders and drumming his fingertips on the perky tip of her teenage breasts he looked at the Piffle daughter.
"Show Uncle Paulie your tongue now sweetie...OH yes! you have your Mothers tongue...how wonderful!"
And without further ado he kissed her and sucked her tongue deep into his mouth!

"Paulie Piffle How dare you!"
Gracie was fairly hopping up and down so Paulie released her daughter ad without further ado kissed her and sucked her tongue deep into his mouth!

Just then the phone rang and FiFi appearing from nowhere, kicked him in the nuts.
 
BRAD

Brad finished throwing his clothes about, and then was going to head downstairs to grab his Trig book and wait for Heidi. He adjusted his erection in his pants, so that he could walk, Belle was as hot as ever!

He whipped open the door and ran headlong into Heidi! He tried to stop and only managed to push on of her big breasts with his right hand. It felt great!

Sorry! Sorry!, uh this is my room behind me.

OMG, he couldn't believe his bad luck. OMG she was OK at least. OMG she was freakin beautiful.
 
Belle Long

Belle came out, dressed in a long flannel red robe. Howie was still engrossed in 'Tony' with a baseball bat.

"Hooooooowie dear..."

"Yes, honey?"

She walked over and stood between the TV and husband.

"Hey! That's a good scene. Tony is gonna..."

Belle opened her robe dramitically and allowed the robe to fall to the floor. There she was, standing before him, wearing a one-piece, sheer black crotchless teddy.

"Oh MAMA!"

She twirled before him. Just when she was able to face the open window, she saw Brad looking down at her with his mouth wide open. Belle answered him with a mischevious smile and a wink.
 
Howie Long

Howie watched Belle spellbound, as she twirled in front of him in her black teddy. He rose up
from the bed and came up behind her, reached round her body to cup her breasts and pulled her
close so she could feel his swelling manhood against the cheeks of her ass. He began to roll
her nipples gently forgetting the damn tv and oblivious to the open window in front of them.


"Got a present for you Belle." He whispered as he rubbed himself against her.
 
Fifi kneed Paulie in the nuts and breezed right on by the gaping freshly Paulie kissed lips of the Piffle women and went straight outside.

"DOL - LY. Where are you?" I called out in the back yard. "DOL - LY, COME TO MAMA!" My little dog was lost. I wandered around the back yard calling and calling. As I rounded the corner I saw her, squatting on the lawn of the neighbors. I quickly looked around to see if anyone saw her. Much to my surprise the upstairs curtains were wide open, and the lights on and there stood THAT woman, What's Her Name, dressed in almost nothing, blowing a kiss at me!

I had long ago mastered the art of word association to keep names straight in my head. I remembered cattily thinking of her body as a bell shape when I'd met her so I'd remember her name. Liberty, yes, that's her name. Liberty.

"Ahhhhhhh now I get it," I said to myself. "Liberty wasn't really worried about how her boobs looked, she was probably just looking for an excuse to get a look at mine. Makes perfect sense as my boobs are by far superior to hers. She is lusting after my perfect body." I looked up at her, cupping my clothed tits in my hands, holding them up to her and pressing them tight together as I too blew her a kiss and gave her back a wink in return.

"Dolly baby, come to mama. You mustn't run away from mommy." I scooped her up in my arms, giving her the usual kiss right on the lips and turned and walked back to the Piffle house with an even more than usual exaggerated wiggle in my walk.
 
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