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Simpsons Episode Viii Who’s Cheating On Who?





The next morning was adorned by screams and fighting in the
bedroom of Homer and Marge Simpson. The kids had already gone to school.
Neighbors around the block heard the wild arguments. Homer had confronted
Marge about the picture. The picture of Marge fucking Mr. Burns he found
last night was greatly explicit. Marge’s tall, blue hair was touching the
ground as her head was bent back. Her legs were spread and a trimmed blue
bush was exposed. Her breasts were pushed straight up, and her nipples
were long and hard. Burns fragile, skimpy body was all tensed up. His puny
leg muscles were clenched and his face was wrinkled even more than usual
due to his squinted eyes. He was on his knees, and his long hard thick cock
was part way in the married woman’s cunt. The evil smile describing the
intense pleasure he was feeling. All in all, this was a picture of passion,
and Homer was furious.

“How could you do it with Burns!?” he screamed at his quivering
wife. Marge had never seen Homer so angry. “I couldn’t be that bad!” Marge
mumbled something noncommittal in response. She couldn’t tell Homer the
truth, he’d be devastated. Although she tried to rid the memory from her
mind, that day when she first cheated on her husband was crystal clear.

Homer had come home from his interview with Mr. Burns with a sad
look on his face. “I didn’t get the job.” he said. Bart had just been born,
and Marge was nursing him when she made her decision. Marge thought to
herself “I’ll l have to “convince” Mr. Burns to take Homer on as an
employee.” The next day, when Grandpa Simpson was baby sitting Bart, and
Homer was out looking for a job, Marge visited the power plant. After
waiting for an hour to see C. Montgomery Burns, Marge blurted out a
practiced monologue: “Mr. Burns, yesterday, you refused my husband, Homer
Simpson, a job at your plant. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to
convince you to take him on as an employee.” After a few moments of
silence, Burns crudely stated with a sneer, “I think we can work something
out.” The next thing Marge knew, she was awkwardly kissing the wrinkled old
lips of Mr. Burns. Everything about him was revolting. As he turned his
head to return the french kiss, she heard many bones in his neck. Marge
almost called off the whole deal at that point, but she knew that her
husband needed this job. Burns commanded her to get on his desk and do a
strip dance. Though Marge had no prior experience, she tried her best. She
climbed onto the big table and started to dance seductively to imaginary
music. She would pose in what she thought was a sexy position, and then
switch to another. After a few minutes, she started to slowly pull off her
green dress. First one shoulder, and then the other was exposed to the
greedy old Burns. As the dress made it’s way down Marge’s trim body, more
and more of her dignity was stripped away. Clad only in black panties and a
matching top, Marge grabbed her ass and stuck it out in front of the old
man’s face. She wiggled it around and then reached her hands up to the
clasp of her bra. When it dropped to the floor, Marge covered her breasts
with her hands and turned around. As each was slowly unveiled to the eager
Mr. Burns, he grinned in delight. Marge’s large yellow boobs were capped
with big brown silver dollar sized areolas with half inch nipples. The
obvious bulge in Burns pants was too much of a strain at that point, so he
removed all of his clothing. Marge froze in amazement. That was the
biggest cock she had ever seen. How could such a little man have it?
Finally, she regained control of herself and slowly, seductively, removed
her panties. Marge jumped to the floor, laid down, and awaited the juicy
hog that Burns owned. The old man slowly entered her, filling every inch of
her womanhood. Then he pulled back, and started the descent all over again.
Little did she know, Mr. Smithers was standing next to the door, taking
pictures of the whole scene. After about two minutes of pumping, Burns
became too tired to continue, so she straddled him to finished him off. As
she bounced ferociously, her hair began to wave, her breasts moved
violently and her pussy was on fire. Every second was pure heaven. Although
originally wishing she never had to do this, now Marge was already planning
to come back for more. When the nuclear power plant owner finally came, it
was explosive. Marge could actually feel the spurts of cum hitting the
walls of her love tube. She reached up to tweak her breasts, leaned her
head back, and had an explosive orgasm as well. The juices inside of her
flowed like a river, and she was totally oblivious to her surroundings.
Marge was in ecstacy. Afterwards, Burns asked her to clean him off, and she
did very willingly. As she left, Burns was working on a letter to accept
Homer as a new employee, and Marge said, “Maybe we can do this again
sometime.” and Mr. Burns smiled.

As that whole incident went through Marge’s mind, she couldn’t
figure out what to tell Homer. Finally, she said, “I’m sorry, it was just a
one time thing, and it never happened again, and it never will happen
again.” Marge couldn’t believe that she had just blatantly lied to her
husband.

“Yeah right!” Homer yelled, “In the same week, I find out you’ve
screwing the boy and the boss! How many others were there you whore?” With
that, he threw her on the bed. Marge shrieked with terror. Homer was out of
control. “You bitch! You like being fucked by everyone but your own
husband! Well, your gonna like this!” Homer picked up his wife and threw
her down again. He ripped apart her green dress, and tore off her panties
and bra. After shredding his own clothing, he jumped on the very scared
woman. He separated her long, slender legs with his knees, and jammed his
dick into her dry vagina. Again and again, he pummeled her, hoping she
would feel excruciating pain. Unfortunately, his plan backfired. The
harder he worked, the more pleasure she seemed to have. But, Homer had a
second plan. He slammed in and out of her at a break neck speed. Beads of
sweat formed on his forehead. His fat was rolling around his body. Then he
stopped. Marge was just about to climax, and he stopped. She screamed,
begging for more, but he refused. Instead, he took his little dick in his
hand, and jerked off. He came profusely in a few seconds. He aimed at her
breasts, at her stomach, at her legs, at her face, but most importantly, at
her precious hair. “Let that be a lesson to you.” and he left for work.
Marge laid there crying.

About half an hour later, Ned Flanders rang the bell of the
Simpsons house. Marge couldn’t here it over her crying, so Ned began to
knock. Surprisingly, the door flung open. Homer had forgotten to close the
door all the way when he left in fury. Ned entered the house and crept
around gently calling out his neighbor’s name. He walked upstairs, and
looked around. He heard a soft sobbing from one of the rooms, so he decided
to take his chances there. He slowly opened the door and peaked in. Laid
before him was the most ghastly sight. There was Marge Simpson, his
respectable neighbor, lying on her bed completely naked, covered with jism!
He wanted to back out right then and there, but this was what the Reverend
told him to do.

Ned took off his clothes outside of the bedroom, and quietly
entered. She still hadn’t noticed him when he was looming over her with a
raging hard-on. He gently put one hand to each side of Marge, and then
quickly jumped on and slammed his dick in. Marge quickly arose from her
subconscious to protest, but it was too late, and she wasn’t sure she
wanted to. She knew she should, after all, she had just had a fight with
her husband about this very issue, but Ned was so big. Although not quite
the size of Mr. Burns, Ned was certainly big. Plus, Marge needed the
climax, that she was deprived from just a half hour ago. As Ned kept up his
long, strong strokes, Marge wrapped her legs around his, and grabbed his
ass with her hands. She massaged it rapidly as she thrusted her pelvis up
to match his movements. It only took thirty seconds for the both of them to
climax. Ned, being unexperienced, was quick, and Marge since she was on the
verge anyway.

As Ned separated himself from Marge, sticky cum from Homer stuck
to him, and he raced to the shower to wash off. Marge slowly got up, and
joined him in the shower. After the shower, Ned promptly left without a
word, and Marge put on a green dress, and watched TV.

Ned went home to talk to his wife, and tell her about the affair,
to see if she was faithful, but she was no where to be found. “She must be
out shopping,” thought Ned. That was not the truth though. Maud was at her
weekly visit to the Reverend. She wasn’t studying the bible, she was
studying something far different. As Reverend Lovejoy bulldozed into Maud
Flanders’s ass, she let out a short scream of pain which turned into a long
moan of pleasure. He expertly thrusted into her rectum and fondled her tits
at the same time. When the Reverend came, he cried out “Oh Lord Jesus!”
Maud, still unfulfilled, guided his head toward her pussy, and he carefully
gave her an exhilarating blow-job. Her thighs squeezed his head and her
hands squeezed her tits. “This is so much better than boring old Ned” she
thought, and then her orgasm hit her with great force. As she humped the
Reverend head, he sucked down all of the juices she provided. When Maud
left, she said, “Now that’s what I call a sermon.”

At the power plant, Homer went straight to the boss’s office. He
wanted to kill Mr. Burns. After hassling with the secretary, he finally
decided to just push her aside, kick open the door, and tell Mr. Burns what
was on his mind. The plan worked until just after the kick open the door
part. When the door flew open, Homer witnessed something he thought he’d
never see, though there were many rumors about it. Mr Burns and Smithers
were completely naked, Burns’s cock up Smithers’s ass. The two jumped up
the instant they saw Homer, but it was obvious that they were well into a
gay fuck. “Simpson, get out of here right now!” warned Smithers, and Homer
quietly left. But, he continued to watch through the crack that he left
between the door and the wall.

“I’m sorry sir, I’ll make sure that never happens again. Now,
where were we.” Smithers stuck out his ass for Burns to stick his cock
into. His glasses were fogged up, and his back was arched. Smithers was on
a different world. Oh how he loved Mr. Burns up his ass. The boss pumped
slowly but steadily, and the assistant felt like he was going to explode.
While frail Mr. Burns pumped in and out, Smithers wildly jerked off his
cock. After Burns came, Smithers turned around and embraced his boss in a
deep, passionate kiss. He thought “Oh I love that feeling when our dicks
hit each other.”

The twosome slowly made their way to the floor. Wayland Smithers
lied on his back, with his flag pole at full length. His boss grasped the
flesh rod, and surrounded it with his mouth. Burns bobbed his head on the
member for only a few seconds, until his assistant came. “Thank you sir.”
said Smithers, and the two men, without thinking, fell asleep.


End of Story