South Park Cartman Novels & Stories

I said, pointing down his trunks. Carter slipped them off and as soon as they were down, his dick popped straight out. He was fully erect and there was already a little dribble of pre-cum oozing out of his tip. Before I could say another word, Carter dropped to his knees in front of me. He brought his hands up to my right hip, and quickly untied the string that held the lower part of my swim suit on. Immediately after, he undid the other side. Then, in one quick pull, he jerked the suit away from my body, revealing my pussy.

I simply lowered my bottoms waistband and briefs, flashing my semi-hard dick out as I changed topic as if nothing happened. That worked. He shut up, joined me on the couch, got his face on my crotch and gave it a good sniff - I must've been a bit musky as I had been on a run in South Park earlier that day. He seemed to enjoy that so I got my (now fully hard) dick out.

he asks innocently. “A pup you dumbass,” Carter says with a smirk. I look at Carter and he just chuckles, enjoying torturing Stan instead of him being tortured. “That is amazing news – congratulations!” Stan says as he puts his hand on Carter’s shoulder. Kinsley pulls me in for a hug before Stan reaches over to hug me as well. Carter lets out a low growl, which made us all laugh.

“Good to know. Coach has been asking for you since we got back. You've been ignoring the old guy.” I sighed. “I'm not ready to answer his questions.” Speak of the devil. Coach Martin walked in, hands in his brown shorts. He was a middle-aged gay man who took wearing shorts too personally. Seriously, I don't think I've ever seen him in actual trousers. The boys stood up and stopped their chit-chat. Some acted like they were busy before. “Carter, I need to see you.” He pointed at me. Ronnie curled his brows at me, giving me that ‘I told you so’ look.

My husband, Leo Cartman, liked to consult AI for any illness. When our daughter, Holly Cartman, caught a high fever, he refused to take her to the hospital or let her take medicine, arguing, "AI says that taking too much medicine will lead to immunity against medication. It's just a cold—she will live." It was only after I returned from my business trip that I saw that Holly didn't look right and promptly rushed her to the hospital, sparing her from the worst. Then, when I had appendicitis in the dead of night, I woke him to take me to the hospital, only for him to calmly reach for his phone and consult AI. "AI says that stomach pains might not be appendicitis—it could just be bad food.

Carter cooed friendly, waving at my brothers who just looked back at him blankly. "Who is this, Ryry?" "Is he your lover?" "Why ish he in a wheewchair?" "Who is the girl in the relationship?" "Did you buy me Skittles?" Some strange emotion swirled in Carter's dark eyes and soon a wholehearted laughter escaped his sexy mouth. "Hey, boys! Uhm... This is my friend, Carter. No, he isn't my lover. And no, I didn't buy Skittles, Sky. I told you I’m not going to the shop.”

Carson whined and ran off to the bathroom as he hides his face, calm down buddy it's just sprite. Now think about it, I am going to a party where the biggest family is hosting, I heard about them from my brother, they are dangerous and also do not anger them, mostly Carter and Kyle. Apparently, Carter has been obsessed with Jenna back in high school, he treated her badly and like a whore, even raped her. How cruel is this man? I would never, ever be someone like him. What's wrong with her? How can she forgave this guy too easily, having two kids with a psycho man.

Carter hadn’t been sure whether he should’ve been relieved or annoyed at how quickly she’d bounced. He finished off his beer and was about to get another when his least favorite person sidled up to him. Jim had somehow managed to tame his hair tonight, but after each drink, it seemed to get bigger and bigger. By the end of the night, Jim would probably look like Albert Einstein after a bender. “Look at him,” said Jim. “I don’t know how he does it. He comes into the room and everyone notices.” Carter didn’t need to ask who “him” was. “Huh,” he grunted.

I could see posters of beautiful tattoo jobs displaced on the walls. "This one looks fierce" pointing to the wall, I said to Jason. "Yeah, but that isn't what I want. I want something unique" he rubbed his arm. "Heyo! Cart-vanger! Wake-up!" He yelled in his ears. "I'm up, I'm up." Cartel grunts in his snore as he jerked up on the couch in shock. He lets out a loud yawn, smacking his lips as he stretched out his arms in the air, revealing his hairy pits in that torn singlet. Then he scratched inbetween his bum lines and got up from the couch. Ooh.. A hefty man with a boner in his underwear.

“That usually happens once a week.” “I never realized it was that bad.” I thought out loud. “What a bunch of racist assholes.” I scoffed. Carter burst out laughing again, looking at me with a twinkle in his light blue eyes. “What?” I blinked. “Does it not apply to species? Should I have said a bunch of speciesist assholes?” Carter let out another loud chortle. That was something I never knew about Carter in the books. He laughed like a middle-aged white dad from suburbia.