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Fifty Shades of Parappa and Lammy	By : TLAW1998 Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Het - Male/Female Views: 1517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Parappa/Lammy fandom , nor any of the characters from it. I do not intend to make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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CHAPTER 2
"Gee WHIZ, Parappa, don't you think that maybe, just MAYBE, you MIGHT be taking this shit just a LITTLE too far?!" Lammy turned her nose up and nearly retched in secretly aroused disgust as Parappa grabbed her beautifully long and slender, maleficently curved and outstretched bare legs, lowered his head straight down into her vaginal opening and began playfully licking the inside of her vagina like a dog (in laymen's terms, eating her right the fuck out).
"Aw, but this tastes so DELIGHTFULLY sweet and satisfying; honestly, girl, why would I EVER want to stop something this enjoyable? I want you and me to be together FOREVER, girl! I'm talking about NO getting tired, woman!" Parappa began rambling derangedly while Lammy regretfully looked away, blushed humiliatedly from a certain self-awareness (that Parappa very clearly lacked) of how incredibly awkward her current sexual predicament really was.
"That's what they ALL say..." Lammy sighed shamefully, stroking her beautifully ladylike red hair with her lustrously-bright-red-nail-polished fingers and moaning with arousal as Parappa made her cum yet again from how astonishingly hard he had just been licking her vagina.
"Alright, whaddaya wanna do next, sister?" Parappa asked Lammy eagerly, finally retracting his wet, soggy, estrogen-dripping face from Lammy's vagina and bouncing happily on the bed with excitement as Lammy extended out her long, thin and shiny legs toward him and teasingly wiggled her beautiful, ever-so-delightfully-curvy-and-sculpture-like feet and toes right in his easily impressionable, adorably youthful and fluffy little face, causing him to pop an instant boner and blush intensely with surprise as she then suddenly lowered them down onto the bed and placed the left one of them right on top of his veiny, throbbing, firmly erect doggy dick!
"Wow, how UDDERLY humiliating...should I...do you think perhaps I oughta return the favor to you with my OWN sexy little five-toed feet?" Parappa hung his ears beside himself in absolute shame and dejectedly asked Lammy, causing her dildo to suddenly instantaneously harden into an almost literally diamond-like state of sheer hardness just from the mere passing thought of such a thing.
"Um...s-sure, why not? I mean, w-whatever m-makes y-you h-happy, I s-suppose..." Lammy fidgeted and stammered shyly, twiddling her fingers and wiggling her surprisingly long and flexible toes adorably as Parappa gently wrapped his equally long and flexible little toes around the tough rubbery neck-shaft of Lammy's guitar-dildo and began slowly but steadily stroking it up and down while Lammy wrapped her own gleamingly painted toes around Parappa's REAL shaft, feeling its veiny, throbbing pulse against the tips of her soles as the footfucking finally began.
"OH Lammy, what would my game series ever be without you?" Parappa moaned ecstatically with arousal as Lammy's luxuriously glimmering toes began rapidly working his shaft up and down; honestly, he already felt like his dick was just about ready to explode and violently spray gratuitous oodles of noodles of delicious cum all over the goddamned place (like a fire hydrant spraying water, for lack of a more comedically fitting metaphor to describe it) yet again.
"Eh...probably mediocre and forgettable at best when you look past all of the hype surrounding it, just like your career in and of itself..." Lammy smarmily chuckled and moaned with delight as Parappa's pungently dirty and sweaty rapper toes playfully stretched her dildo up and down like Silly Putty, coating it in their slimy, grungy filth from bulky tip to stringy base and causing her face to redden with humiliated arousal from knowing how long (before he had even become legally aged) she had already very clearly been doing this with him, as was evidenced by how undeniably gracefully and thoroughly the two of them were fucking each other literally from head to toe on that otherwise rather peaceful and unassuming night in Parappa Town.
"Try saying that to how unbelievably cute and adorable my FACE is, sister!" Parappa laughed even harder as Lammy's feet began stroking his cock up and down even faster than before.
"Alright, listen up, pal; I'm giving you approximately TEN SECONDS to sincerely take that statement back and finally ADMIT once and for all that I'm cuter than you! Trust me, you'll know that time's up when your dick completely EXPLODES all over my lovely sexy feet, so get to work swallowing your pride before you end up having to swallow your own freaking CUM instead, you little dickhead!" Lammy laughed heartily as she and Parappa increased the speed and force of their footjobs to maximum capacity and eagerly began counting their way down to blastoff.
"TEN..." Lammy breathed out a huge puff of steaming-hot air and began feverishly sweating as her panting, drooling face began to contort into all kinds of grotesquely aroused expressions from how astonishingly hard Parappa's feet were fucking her dildo while Parappa did the same.
"NINE..." Parappa moaned, daydreaming disgustingly passionately and awkwardly about guzzling down a whole concentrated bucket of Lammy's foot sweat while Lammy dreamt about drinking Parappa's in very much the exact same gluttonous, carcinogenic manner.
"EIGHT..." Lammy panted, drooled and moaned as the two of them tightened their grips.
"SEVEN..." Parappa also panted, drooled and moaned with excitement as he suddenly realized EXACTLY what Lammy's so-called "punishment" was actually most likely going to be in reality.
"SIX..." Lammy chuckled as she used her right foot to teasingly heel Parappa right in the gonads, causing him to whimper and moan in both pain and extreme arousal as the end finally neared.
"FIVE...FOUR...THREE...TWO...ONE..." Parappa and Lammy began counting down as their feet began to progressively make each other's penises more and more unbearably excited, until finally...
"OHHHH, YEAHHH! Dear God, we're making such a MESS of ourselves!" Parappa and Lammy sluttily giggled and teased each other as they both egregiously sprayed rather generous (to say the least) portions of beautiful, shimmering cum all over each other's gorgeous, naked bodies...or more specifically, the orgasmically soft and sexy feet OF said naked bodies.
"Lammy, for God's sake, I'm begging you; PLEASE do not EVER tell my parents about this!" Parappa pathetically begged Lammy, groveling pitifully beneath her and slavishly licking his own semen right off of her glistening, finely creased and wrinkled bare soles while she just merely crossed her arms over her chest and smirked with amusement at the sheer sight of it.
"Parappa, for crying out loud; if you weren't such a goddamned sniveling pussy, we would probably already be an official PORN COUPLE by now!" Lammy began laughing and crying maniacally as she herself reached in with her own almost-equally-rabidly-drooling tongue and began cleaning HER own gooey, slimy GIRL cum right off of HIS scrumptiously sexy bare soles.
"WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA, for fuck's sake, just CAN it already, Lammy! You're talking CRAZY!" Parappa did the jazz hands and gasped in shock while Lammy gave him a complimentary smooch right on the ball of each one of his tantalizingly smooth and moist little tootsies.
"Well yeah, because after all, crazy KIND OF IS the name of my freaking GAME, don't ya think?" Lammy asked Parappa teasingly as he...yes, HE HIMSELF...kissed the guitar-playing lamb's bare, wiggling feet (yes, with his wet, sloppy lips).
"Alright, Lammy, just one more thing before we go to sleep...what'll it be?" Parappa asked Lammy curiously as the latter jumped straight into her bed, pulled the covers over herself and teasingly beckoned with her middle finger (still panting, drooling and blushing every bit as intensely as ever all the while, no less) for Parappa to hop in and get down under and dirty with her.
"Take a WILD guess, buddy!" Lammy snickered mischievously as Parappa ecstatically leapt into the air and performed a stunningly graceful swan dive straight into the covers and unhesitatingly got right down to business, as if the two of them hadn't done enough naughty and kinky shit with each other already...aw, who am I kidding, it's NEVER enough for you sick nasty fucks, IS IT?!
"Oh, Lammy, how I absolutely freaking ADORE you..I mean, I obviously don't WANT to admit it to her, but even Sunny ain't got shit on you...hell, even I MYSELF ain't got shit on you..." Parappa reluctantly, embarrassedly admitted as he crawled underneath the bedsheet covers with Lammy and began erotically making out with her to a quite frankly jaw-dropping extent that even her makeouts with her actual girlfriend (Katy Kat, of course) rarely EVER reached.
"Aw, shh shh, it's okay, it's alright...you don't need to worry about that, sweetheart, I've got you even more covered than these bedsheets could ever even HOPE to get you..." Lammy whispered and breathed loudly into Parappa's ear, flicking her inexplicably size-and-length-adjustable tongue deep inside it, licking the wax right out of his ear canal and even getting herself a nice, bony little taste of his eardrum, then finally taking it all the way through the inner ear into his brain, passing it right along said diligently throbbing and pulsating brain's wrinkly, fleshy surface and lovingly, meticulously, orally stimulating every last one of its external pleasure centers, coating the whole damned thing in her ever-so-delightfully-warm-and-gooey-and-sticky saliva while Parappa did the exact same to her (and also while Guru Ant was busy lovingly licking, worshipping and crawling around on the even more frightfully delicate INSIDE of his poor blissfully unaware brain, no less).
"MAN, if this wonderfully soft, wrinkly, easily manipulated and spacious little BRAIN of his ain't the PERFECT place for me to secretly lay me some of those good old-fashioned eggs o' mine while he's not looking, then I honestly don't know WHAT is!" Guru Ant laughed, barefootedly sneaking his way through the fascinating jungle gym of nerve connection wires contained within Parappa's brain until he finally reached his hypothalamus (in laymen's terms, one of THE most immensely important, delicate and fragile parts of his central nervous system), at which point he stripped himself even more naked than he already was (in other words, took off his hat), internally set his penis to egg-laying mode and began gently yet passionately thrusting it into his...well, whatever the fuck a hypothalamus is supposed to be, don't ask me.
(HINT: It's connected directly to the pituitary gland, which regulates hormone production.)
"You know that certain feeling that you get when you suddenly almost instantaneously KNOW for a fact that you've officially met the girl of your dreams? Well, some people might dismiss that as nothing more than just plain old puppy love, but YOU, my dear friend, have OFFICIALLY proven them wrong, and I absolutely HATE to freaking love you so goddamned much for it, but I just simply cannot HELP myself!" Parappa began moaning and gasping for dear life from how ridiculously aroused he was, with Guru Ant having once again kicked his sexual hormones into overdrive from within as he and Lammy cuddled themselves together, felt around all over each other's cute and sexy bodies and began wetly, sloppily, drippingly french-kissing each other.
"HA! See, what did I tell you? FUCK your stupid parents! I'm the only parenthood you are EVER going to need, not to mention the only actually COMPETENT parenthood that you're ever going to GET!" Lammy laughed and sobbed dementedly, unable to fight back against her completely overpowering primal urges as she and Parappa lovingly curled themselves right up together into 69 position and lovingly sucked each other's dicks with a true passion that only the absolute closest of lifelong friends could truly deliver to each other.
"Aww, but what would our REAL girlfriends say if they caught us doing this? Did you ever think about THAT?" Parappa asked Lammy worriedly, crawling out from beneath the covers and nervously laying himself face-up on the mattress with his dick still proudly pointing straight up for the whole world to see as Lammy excitedly zeroed right in between his adorably stubby, exhaustedly splayed-out legs for the sexual kill of a lifetime (actually, make that TWO lifetimes).
"Shh, FORGET about that; you're MY adorable little puppy sex slave from now on, don't you EVER forget that!" Lammy dominantly teased Parappa, winking, sticking her tongue at him and once again smugly shooting him the middle finger as she nakedly plopped herself face-down onto the bed right front of Parappa, where her romantic gaze immediately met his with almost literally soul-piercing precision and depth, causing Parappa to feel rather...taken aback, to say the least.
"Um, (Jammer) Lammy? No offense, but I'm pretty sure that even MY big meaty dick can't take much more of this abuse...seriously, are you SURE it's not going to fall off at this point?" Parappa asked Lammy even more worriedly than before, covering his mouth and wincing at the mere thought of what he had just described while Lammy smugly reapplied her glittery pink lip gloss, leaned forward and placed the base of Parappa's horse-cock-sized dick RIGHT in between her deliciously plump and juicy breasts.
"Come on, Parappa, RELAX, it's penis-sucking time! And this ain't just ANY kind of dick-sucking, mind you; oh no no no no, this shit right here is some seriously fucking ADVANCED cock-sucking if you ask me!" Lammy snickered jubilantly as she reached out with her left hand and gently clasped her gorgeously nail-polished fingers around the veiny, throbbing midsection of Parappa's shaft, feeling his pulse more so than ever before as she then proceeded to finally, last but most definitely not least, lower her glittery-hot-pink-lipped mouth straight down onto the tip of Parappa's scrumptiously meaty still-firmly-erect cock and give him the ride of a lifetime.
"OOOOOH...OHHHHHHHH...AHHHHHHHH...OH GOD, WHAT IS THIS UNBEARABLY SATISFYING FEELING...I JUST...I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE...SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME..." Parappa moaned with apparently unbearable pleasure and satisfaction, drooling just-as-intensely-as-ever at the mouth and blushing bright red from head to toe while Lammy savagely, brutally worked the base of his shaft with her tits, the midsection with her hands, and the lovely little hole-bearing tip of it all with her mouth, teasing over his foreskin with her tongue and seductively glaring at him with her almost unsettlingly long-eyelashed eyes sexily, teasingly half-shut all the while.
"Oh yeah, he's going to EXPLODE any second now...ANY second now...TEN...NINE...EIGHT...SEVEN...SIX...FIVE...FOUR...THREE...TWO...ONE..." Lammy began internally counting down to herself in her mind as she both physically and spiritually FELT Parappa's penis growing progressively more intensely stiffened and aroused by the millisecond, until finally, the long-awaited finishing climax of today's story (and Parappa's penis) was officially reached!
"SWEET MERCIFUL JESUS ON THE HOOD OF A MERCEDES-BENZ, THAT FELT HEAVENLY!" Parappa shrieked orgasmically at the tops of his ever-loving lungs, ejaculating so much hot, sticky cum into Lammy's mouth that the "poor girl's" digestive system literally could not handle the sheer amount that she had just drank (nah, just kidding; the problem was actually mostly just that she was deepthroating his cock WAY too hard), reflexively forcing her to vomit out a huge portion of it into her hands and then erotically smear it all over her naked body as bait for Parappa instead, with the remaining portion of it sluttishly dripping from her mouth all the while as she eagerly beckoned (with her middle finger, of course) for Parappa to do the finishing honors.
"Let us NEVER speak of this again, good friend..." Lammy sighed, reluctantly patting Parappa on the head while the poor confused kid began mindlessly, slavishly licking Lammy's buck-naked body spotlessly clean (of his OWN freaking semen, no less) from head to sexy little toes.
THE NEXT MORNING, AFTER LAMMY AND PARAPPA HAD FALLEN ASLEEP...
"Hey Lammy, what's going on in here?" Lammy's girlfriend Katy asked her (deliberately speaking too quietly for her to hear, just in case you were wondering) and walked into her apartment (that she had accidentally left unlocked the previous night, of course), with Parappa's girlfriend Sunny following along beside her (and with both of them carrying their own respective individual bundles of flowers for Lammy and Parappa, OF FREAKING COURSE) as she quietly walked into the master bedroom, noticing the huge, erotically moaning lump in the bedsheets as she covered her eyes with one hand and reluctantly yanked Parappa's and Lammy's bedsheet covers right off with the other, revealing...the latter laying atop the former's chest with his arms wrapped tightly around her, passionately and erotically sucking and lapping up the milk from her breasts?!
"OH MY FUCKING GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Katy shrieked in terror as she saw Lammy's entire mattress soaked in sex-related bodily fluids, with Lammy and her own little stepbrother Parappa lying right in the midst of it together.
"HOLY CRAP! UM, T-TRUST US, W-WE CAN EXPLAIN! I-IT'S NOT W-WHAT IT L-LOOKS LIKE!" Parappa and Lammy collapsed onto the bed and screamed in a fit of panic, backing up frantically against the bed's headboard and covering their breastmilk-speckled, buck-naked chests with their pillows in a pitiful attempt to hide what they had just been caught doing with each other. (The fact that their fur was also severely ruffled certainly didn't help matters either.)
Too disgusted at this point to even say anything else, Katy and Sunny simply tossed their flower bundles forcefully onto the ground, stomped them into pieces, and then finally proceeded to nonchalantly walk backward out of the apartment, loudly slamming the door behind them.
"AIN'T WE STINKERS?" Parappa and Lammy kneeled onto the floor, hugged each other and sobbed, laughing and crying hysterically as the screen faded to black Looney-Tunes style.
THAT'S ALL, FOLKS!
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