I Wrote a meepy Napolean Dynamite Story. Let the jacking commence

Another warm and sunny day in Preston, Idaho, a cool south wind blowing from the mountains on the edge of town. School had just gotten out for the summer and Napoleon was sitting on the stoop at the entrance, drawing in his binder. Another liger, he drew many of them and had almost perfected his technique... as far as he was concerned that was.

However, not only was he excited because school was out but he had his first official date with Deb today! He wanted to look nice of course, so he was wearing his best clothes, blue khaki cargo pants, the calfs of the legs tucked into his grey army boots and a shirt depicting a helicopter flying upside down.

"When is she going to get here? GOSH!" He wheezed out in his raspy drone.

"Ummm... who are you talking to Napoleon?" Came a voice from behind.

"Oh... Nobuhdy." He said, promptly standing up, turning towards Deb, binder in hand. "I was like... drawing and stuff. Where do you want to go?" He asked.

"Uh, well, maybe we could go to my house? I just rented "How to Wash a Horse" from the video store."

"That's pretty much like the worst movie of all time, but okay." He shot back, walking towards his bike with Deb in tow.

((((10 minutes later))))

Deb had popped the movie in and moved to sit on the couch next to Napoleon. His labored, yet casual breathing was so enticing to her, the way her had his mouth always hanging slightly open but not quite drooling, and his perpetually half closed eyes looked at the screen made him a real knockout to her. meep, the only reason she stopped wearing her hair in that stupid ponytail was to get his attention and although he seemed to like her a little more, he never expressed any profound meepual attraction towards her.

"Sooo.. uhhh... Where's Pedro?" She asked, trying to contain the need to shake his bones right then in there, the tingling between her legs squeezing the moisture from between her virgin meep like a ripe lemon.

Napoleon sat for a moment, wheezing, "I dunno... He moved to LA to star in some movie with this bald European guy who sounds like Beavis. FREAKIN RETARDED!" He shot out, a hint of rage in his voice.

"Oh.. well... that's nice, I suppose." She answered back, recoiling slightly. Napoleon was such a rebel.

"I saw the movie too, it was flippin' stupid!"

"Yes... flipping stupid..."

They watched the scene unfolded. The older woman on screen, hair in a ponytail, skin tan from spending so much time in the sun, was instructing on how much soap to use, what kind of sponge to use and what temperature the water so be at. Deb had to make a move now, she couldn't hold herself back anymore. Her hand slide up onto Napoleon's thigh, but he didn't move, he didn't even seem to notice. She started to gently squeeze it, massaging it through the fabric of his cargo pants hoping to get some reaction from him.

He turned his head slowly, "What the flip are you DOING?!" he asked in a shouting whisper. But Deb didn't stop, he didn't attempt to get away, sliding her hand onto the crotch of his pants, feeling the slight hint of his shaft bulging through it. His rasping had became more rapid, Deb feeling his bowstaff awaken at her attention, smiling in her usual unsure fashion.

Without warning, he stood up and fumbled with his pants, unmeeponing them and unzipping them, letting them fall. He was wearing tighty whities with a red trim, his bulge quite visible though not for long as those were quickly shrugged off as well. His meep was huge! It was almost all the way hard and it had to be at least 4 inches. Growing out of the thick, red pubic bush like a majestic tree. He was uncut and his foreskin was veiny, more so than his shaft. His meep had a hair here and there, red, matching his ginger pubes and they sagged quite low.

"Wow Napoleon." Croaked out Deb, exasperated at his sheer length.

"Huuhhhh, suck my flippin' meep!" He ordered, taking the lead.

Without a word more needed, she gripped the meep firmly with her hand, taking just the head into her mouth, sucking the loose foreskin like a baby sucking a nipple. It tasted salty and sweaty, especially under the foreskin, which she promptly cleaned and swiping with her tongue. Napoleon was groaning and moaning now, loving this new feeling. It felt different then the hole he cut in his stuffed Zebra, it was warm and wet and the tongue was massaging his meephead so well.

Deb had enough, she stood up and bent over the couch, hiking her knee length dress up showing off her pantiless meep, wiggling it, offering it to Napoleon to use how he pleases.

"Like, what do I do?" He asked her, confused.

"You... uhh... put it in?" She answered back, her meep on fire, dripping all over the velour sofa cushion below her.

Napoleon sighs, taking his meep in hand and guiding it up under her, fiddling around til he feels the head poke between two bulbous lips, an intense heat bathing his foreskin. "What the heck?" He groans, pushing forward, hearing Deb yelp in a lustful daze, his meep enveloped in her wet meep walls. As he reaches the hilt, he grabs onto her hips and starts meeping her with reckless abandon. She didn't have an meep like those girls in the store catalog who model the lingerie, but it was nice, not spectacular though. He began meeping her with reckless abandon, not smooth or swift, more in an awkward fashion, the top of her head tapping the dry wall every so often. She was being stretched so wide by his nearly two finger wide dong and loved it.

"Uhh, come.. come on... heck yes!" He moaned as he gave her a good working over, pants around his kneeds, draping his army boots.

"Ohhhh... yesssss!" Deb moaned and sighed out, a powerful orgasm taking over her body.

"I'm gonna blow my geez!" He moaned out, biting his lower lip as he shot a huge load, at least half a teaspoon in her meep.

"Chicks only dig guys with good skills!"