Beaverdale Archie Parody – Jughead Stuffs Ethel’s Buns With His Meat

Title: “Jughead’s Hunger: A Riverdale Peninsula Parody”

Welcome, dear reader, to the salacious tale of Jughead Jones and his insatiable appetite, both for burgers and for the luscious Muncie girls. In this naughty, explicit parody of the Archie Comics universe, we delve into the naughty, taboo world of Jughead’s voracious sexual appetites.

It was a lazy afternoon at Pop’s Diner on the bustling streets of Beaverdale. Jughead, the lanky, Crown-wearing outsider, was munching on a double-stacked burger, lettuce hanging out of his slack mouth. Suddenly, two curvaceous Muncie babes, Ethel Muggs and Midge Klump, strutted into the diner, their tight sweaters hugging their ample busts. Jughead swallowed hard, his eyes glazing over as he perused their lush bodies.

Ethel Magistrate, plumming her glossy lips with a rubbery, round-tipped finger, sauntered over to Jughead’s booth. “Well, well, look who’s stuffing his face again, Juggy,” she cooed, her voice dripping with sensuality. “Why don’t you stuff something else instead?” She hiked up her skirt, revealing her perfectly round, juicy ass cheeks.

Jughead’s mouth watered, but not for the burger this time. He quickly threw down a wad of cash and followed Ethel out of the diner. The duo hurried into the Beaverdale woods, where Jughead backed Ethel up against a giant oak tree.

“Ethel, you insatiable slut,” Jughead growled, his voice hoarse with lust. “I’m going to stuff that tight little pussy so hard, you’ll be feeling my meat for days.”

Ethel let out a breathy moan, pressing her backside against Jughead’s rock-hard bulge. “Oooh, yes Juggy, I need it so bad. I’ve been craving your big sausage all day. Please, stuff me with your huge, throbbing dick!”

Jughead yanked down Ethel’s lacy panties and spread her thighs, revealing her glistening, dripping snatch. He unzipped his fly, fishing out his enormous, vein-ridged cock. Jughead stroked himself a few times, then rammed the bulbous, purple head of his dick into Ethel’s eager cunt.

“Uuungh, yessss! That’s my meat you’re feeling, you nasty little minx!” Jughead groaned, pounding into Ethel’s pliant, wiggling body.

“Ohhh, Juggy! I feel so…stuffed…mhmmn…your meat is so…good!” Ethel whimpered, her voice rising in pitch as Jughead railed her relentlessly.

Jughead pistoned his hips, the musky scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. He reached around and groped Ethel’s jiggling tits through her sweater as his cock pounded into her, his balls slapping against her ass with every forceful thrust.

Ethel drooled and gasped, eyes wide, as Jughead’s immense, throbbing member stretched out her pussy so deliciously. “Please Juggy, fill me up! Shower my hungry cunt with your hot, sticky cum! I need it so badly!”

Just then, Midge Klump emerged from the bushes, her eyes wide with shock and arousal at the lewd scene unfolding before her. “Ethel! Jughead! What the hell are you two doing?!”

Jughead didn’t skip a beat, fucking Ethel harder and moaning. “Midge! Fuck, you’ve got perfect timing. Why don’t you suck on Ethel’s tits while I stuff her pussy with my huge fucking cock?”

Midge, her panties already wet at the sight of Jughead pounding Ethel, moved closer, helping to pull Ethel’s sweater over her head. Midge cooed in delight as she took in Ethel’s full, heaving breasts. “My, my, how nipples are perfect. Like luscious, ripe cherries…” Midge flicked her tongue out, lapping at Ethel’s stiff pink nubs.

“Oooohhhh!” Ethel cried out from the dual stimulation. Her pussy clenched tighter around Jughead’s hammering cock. Midge latched onto Ethel’s tits, sucking and nibbling as Juheads continued to piston in and out of Ethel’s soaked hole.

“Ohhh fuck! Midge… Juggy… I’m going to…cum!” Ethel wailed, her voice echoing through the forest.

Jughead felt his orgasm building, his cock pulsing and twitching inside Ethel’s vice-like pussy. “Shit…I’m gonna blow my load, Ethel! Take my fucking cum!”

With one final, brutal thrust, Jughead exploded inside Ethel, his potent seed gushing out in thick streams. Ethel screamed with pleasure as her own climax overtook her, her pussy milking Jughead’s jerking cock.

Finally, panting and sweaty, the three teens collapsed on the forest floor together.

“So…when can we do this again?” Jughead asked, post-coital but already thinking with his dick again.

Ethel licked her lips. “Tomorrow afternoon, Juggy. I’ll be waiting for you to stuff my hungry buns again!”

Midge, ever the greedy little slut, chimed in, “Make it a threesome next time, Juggy. I want to feel that big fucking sausage stretching out my pussy too!”

Jughead grinned, already planning his next escapade. Life in Beaverdale was wild, naughty, and full of all the hungers a man could desire.