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A Trilogy of Erotic Terror	By : Lennox Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 12213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons. The characters are the property of 20th Century Fox and I am not associated with the owners of the show. This story is a work of fan-fiction, was written for entertainment purposes, and is not intended for profit.

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Allison's Night
“Well, I guess we’re going this way,” Lisa said, and Allison stood as Lisa made her way to the door. Allison followed behind her, looking around the room for any sign of anything. She looked back at Lisa as she stepped through the doorway, just in time to see it close in front of her. Allison fell backward onto the floor, her torch rolling from her hand.
“Lisa?” Allison rose to her feet. She reached for the door handle, only for her hand to meet a solid wall. She took a step back and looked over the vertical surface.
“LISA!” Allison screamed as she banged her fists against the wall. There was no response. Either she was somehow in a different part of the house, or the wall was just too thick. Allison picked up her flashlight from the floor and shined it on the wall. There was no sign of a door, no crack, no handle, nothing. Allison was starting to panic. She had been separated from Lisa and Jessica, left scared and alone inside a haunted house. Every creak, every sound, she found herself looking in every direction. Any noise could have meant anything.
“What do I do? What do I do?” she was starting to panic, but she knew she had to think straight.
“Okay, okay. Just calm down, Allison,” she whispered to herself. “Just take a deep breath and think. It’s what you do best.” The brunette shut her eyes and slowly inhaled. Already she was starting to feel calmer. As she breathed out, she knew what she could do.
“I have to get help,” she said as she started running towards the front door of the house. “Maybe someone’s got an ax, or a chainsaw, or… something.” Allison gripped the doorknob and pulled it open. She froze. Outside the porch, the dead trees, the foggy path, the lights of Springfield, the rock with Jessica’s clothes underneath it; everything was all gone. Instead, Allison was looking over a sizeable stone-paved yard and a tall wooden fence surrounding it. A single dead tree stood eerily in the moonlight and a large stone gargoyle, crouching with its elbows on its knees and its hands under its chin, sat in the corner of the yard.
“What?” Allison asked. She quickly looked behind her. She was still standing in the same room where she had lost Lisa and Jessica. She was sure that this was the door they had just walked through. Allison slowly closed the door until she heard the latch click shut.
“Okay,” she muttered and twisted the knob. “I’m going to get help now.” Allison pulled the door open again. The back yard was still there before her.
“How… how is this possible?” Allison stepped outside. She scanned the yard with her flashlight as the door slammed shut behind her. Allison spun around and gripped the doorknob. She tried to open it, but the door was locked and had trapped her outside. Allison turned and pressed her back against the door. She had to get out. The girl ran to the end of the yard and tried jumping to grab hold of the fence. If she could just climb over it, she could run for help and save her girlfriends. Allison tried over and over to reach for the top, but the fence was too tall. She shone her light on the tree; its branches looked too thin and frail to support her. She turned to the gargoyle and saw its stone hands resting upon its knees.
“Perfect,” she said. Allison placed the flashlight in her mouth and gripped it between her teeth. She put her foot firmly in the statue’s hand and reached up to grab its horns. Allison pulled herself up and positioned her knee on its shoulder. The thought of her groin against the statue’s face never crossed her mind. The gargoyle’s eyes glowed a deep, dark red against her thighs. One hand closed around her foot, and the other wrapped around her waist. Allison was trapped before she even knew it.
“Wh… what?” she asked. The gargoyle stood in the yard and spread its wings. It took to the sky above with a single leap, flying the terrified Allison Taylor out of the yard and clear of the house.
“NO! NOOOOOO! Put me down, take me back!” Allison struggled against the gargoyle’s grasp, but his grip on her was firm. Allison was in no danger of slipping and falling to her death. The gargoyle ignored her pleas as he flew above the city. His giant wings carried them both high into the air. The lights below caught Allison’s eye. She found herself almost captivated and looking in awe at the view below her. For a brief moment, she had nearly forgotten the statue had abducted her. That moment of calm was all the gargoyle needed. Now that she had stopped struggling against him, he slipped his stone hand underneath her dress and pulled her panties aside.
“What are you…?” she turned her head to ask. Allison’s eyes went wide when she felt his finger slip inside her. She felt herself quiver; her body betraying her. She had felt empty since Jessica fingered her in front of the house. Her body was left almost craving more of that brief moment. Allison felt her fear and panic vanishing as the gargoyle eased his stone finger in and out of her. Only a few seconds ago, she wanted to be back on the ground. But all she could think about now was the finger inside her. She felt herself moaning at the thick intruding digit. Lisa and Jessica’s fingers were mere twigs in comparison to the flying statue. It didn’t take much for the nerdy school girl to get excited. Jessica had found out that, on some occasions, a small kiss to her cheek was enough. Allison, as carefully as she could, began to buck her hips against the gargoyle’s finger. His other hand slid to her waist and underneath her chest. Despite being made of stone, the gargoyle had an incredibly soft touch. Two of his fingers pressed and rubbed over her nipples, causing the girl to groan. She closed her eyes, and she bit her lip. Her breathing was becoming heavier and faster. The statue buried his finger down to his knuckle, curling and rubbing it inside her.
“Oh yes, right there… right…” Allison came within a minute. Her legs trembled and shook against him, her arm reaching up and grasping his neck. In a moment of impulse, she turned her head and pressed her lips against the gargoyle’s mouth. Her tongue found a small opening between them and slipped inside.
“Don’t think we’re done yet,” Allison grinned. She could feel the gargoyle’s member poking out between her legs. It was bigger than Jessica’s toy, but Allison had a feeling that he’d go as slow as she needed. She reached behind back to unhook her skirt and let it fly from her hips without a second thought.
‘Oh, if Jessica could see me now,’ Allison thought as she kicked off her shoes. She slipped her hands into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her legs. Allison kicked them off before she could lose her nerve. She suddenly felt so liberated and free. She was completely bottomless, her clothes thrown into the town below. The gargoyle’s cock rubbed against her slit as its tip glistened with her moisture. A small sexual touch was enough to get Allison damp, but the girl would be soaked by the time she got into it. The gargoyle’s lips curved with a grin as he carefully moved his hands to the girl’s hips. He began circling the far end of the city as he pulled Allison down. She felt the thick cockhead at her lips, pushing them apart and pressing against her hole. She inhaled sharply through her nose as she felt herself being stretched around him. She clenched her eyes shut as tightly as she could. Her hands gripped his fingers at her waist as the rock-hard shaft slowly slipped inside her.
Allison’s new lover felt thick and hard, yet somehow felt smooth and warm despite being made of stone. Her depths easily opened around the magical statue. The gargoyle started to pump her up and down his shaft. He was slow and cautious to start. Each thrust, he would introduce a little bit more of his cock to her insides. The toy that took her virginity was six inches. This gargoyle had at least eight.
“Oh yeah. Jessica’s going to love you…”Allison groaned. She was lifted and slammed along his entire length. She didn’t care that she was being fucked so high above the city. Her eyes rolled towards the tops of their sockets, and her tongue hung from her mouth. The magical creature pumped her much more fiercely now, much harder and much faster. Allison’s new partner brought her nothing short of ecstasy. Her soaked folds eagerly welcomed the new cock between them. She gripped against his arms and she clenched her toes. Allison came again, and the extra lubrication of her juices helped to lower her to the hilt. The gargoyle slammed inside her one last time as his cock erupted with thick spurts of cum. His seed had a slightly rough and sandy feel to it, but Allison didn’t care. No one had ever cum inside her before, so she assumed the feeling was normal. She hugged the gargoyle and kissed its mouth again. The statue held her tight and turned to fly back to the house.
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A Trilogy of Erotic Terror