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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.