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The Simpsons Do Springfield

"You kids better hurry up or you'll miss your bus," said Marge in her scratchy nasal voice. As if on cue, Bart answered back with a stock reply.

"Ohhhhhh, my ovaries," he feigned, clutching at his stomach.

"Oh, Bart," quipped Lisa. "You just don't wanna go to school cause YOU forgot to study for your history test."

"Boy," said Homer, "You're gonna be history if you don't start doing your homework."

"Sorry, Bart. I know how much you'd like to stay home with me today, but there's just too much going on here," said Marge. "And besides, you need your education!"

Maggie, sitting in her high chair, just shook her finger at Bart and sucked on her pacifier, as if in agreeance.

"Who asked you, Maggie," replied Bart. Then to himself, "I'll give you something to suck on, kid."

The sound of the bus honking its horn made the family jump, and soon Bart and Lisa were out the door. "Have a good day, kids!!" shouted Marge.

Homer finished his breakfast and headed upstairs to finish getting ready for work. In the bathroom, he felt the need to piss, so he unzipped his trousers and proceeded to do just that. As he relieved himself, thoughts of last night in bed started to emerge in Homer's mind. Marge had given Homer one of the best blowjobs of his life after he had rubbed her elbow for just a few seconds. That was one of her few erogenous zones, and Homer could usually get anything he asked for just by touching her there. As the force of the piss subsided, he began to shake the remaining drops off. However, in doing so, he brought about a major erection. He did his best to tuck it away inside his shorts but the size of the bulge made it nearly impossible to get his zipper up.

"I know," he said. "I'll get Marge. She can do anything. Oh, honey..."

he said as he headed back downstairs towards the kitchen. "I need your help with something, heh heh, it seems my..." he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Holy, moly." he said, staring at Marge's backside as she bent over to put things away in the refrigerator.

Her bathrobe was now hanging over the edge of the chair, and her positioning had the thigh high hem of her nightie riding up above her ass. Marge hadn't put any panties on this morning and the view made Homer's mouth water.

"Mmmmmmm, pussssssyyyyyyy," he said in a trance-like voice.

Homer approached Marge quietly and began to run his hand along Marge's exposed pussy lips. Marge let out a gasp, and made one meager attempt to stop him.

"You'll be late for work, Homey..." she said.

"That's OK," said Homer. "Someone will cover for me." With that he lowered himself to his knees and inhaled Marge's musky scent. "Ooohhhh baby...you are sooo hot..." he breathed into her pussy. Marge let a moan escape her lips as Homer began to lick up and down her moist slit. Marge could feel the juices running now and soon they were running down her thighs.

"Oh, Homey.....that feels so good...please don't stop," said Marge.

"Stick your finger in me baby...yeah, like that." Homer did as he was asked.

"Oooh..you send me to the stars when you do that to me."

Homer started to piston his finger in and out of Marge's snatch. "Oh, God, yes, Homey, do me do me do me!!!!!" Homer then lowered his mouth to Marge's asshole and begin to lick the rim. That just made her even hotter, and as he started to push his tongue into her rectum, she let out a scream that could rival Ned Flanders. With a shudder, Marge began to buck into Homer's hand, screaming. "Yes Homey, Yes...that's it..I'm cumming, Homer...Oh, don't stop!!!!! Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!" Marge pumped herself on Homer's hand until his fist was almost inside her cunt. A puddle of juice formed on the floor right below his hand. He pulled out his hand and carried Marge over to the now cleared kitchen table. As Marge lay upon the table, she watched with lust filled eyes as Homer removed his pants. His 7" cock sprung forth like a flag pole from a tall building. "Oh HOMEY!!!!" said Marge.

Homer stood at the edge of the table and positioned Marge's pussy against the head of his cock. Slowly pushing it into her, the two of them moaned together about how good it felt. Marge was so wet from their previous escapade that Homer had no trouble burying himself inside her depths. Once in as far as he could go, he left it alone to savor the moment. Marge then began to gyrate her hips slightly, until her pussy was performing a milking action on Homer's cock.

"Oh, Margie...you know to make me feel good," said Homer, who pulled his cock about halfway out and then suddenly thrust it back inside. A song started running through his head. Barry Manilow would have been proud.

"Oh Margie, you came when I did you at breakfast. I fucked you so good, oh Margie," he sang to himself.

"Oh, Homer!!" exclaimed Marge. "Fuck me Homey. Fuck me hard. But don't cum inside me, I don't have my diaphragm in. Shoot it in my mouth instead.

I want to taste you mixed with my juices."

"You got it baby!" said Homer, who began to speed up his fucking motion.

Harder and faster he went as Marge's own orgasm was again building to a boiling point. Determined to push her over the edge, he moved his hips faster than they'd been moved in a long time, fucking her like they hadn't fucked in years.

His balls began to slap against her and it wasn't long before she began to yell again.

"Yesssssssssssss Homeyyyyy!!!!!! Ohhh That's it!!!!!! I'm cummmminnnngggg Homey!! I'm cumming!!!!!!" Marge's back arched up in the air as Homer slammed his cock into her again and again. As her orgasm subsided, she said, "Now quick Homey, get your cock up here to my mouth so I can swallow your load!!!

"Huh?" said Homer. Looking at her. Then, realizing he had forgotten to pull out of her pussy like she had asked, Homer winced and shouted, "D'oh!!!"

"Oh, Homey...." said Marge, looking at her sweaty lover. "That's OK, after the way you made me feel this morning, I wouldn't care where you came!"

Then a sound came from across the room. That's when the Simpson parents remembered that Maggie was still in her high chair and had witnessed the whole thing.

"It's a good thing you can't talk yet," said Marge. Maggie just cooed and went about happily sucking on her pacifier.

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Meanwhile, across town at Springfield Elementary School, 10 year old Bart had just been dismissed from Edna Crabapple's 4th grade classroom for yet another trip to Principal Skinner's office. Over the course of the school year, Bart's offenses varied but this one reflected the untapped pool of creativity from deep within the boy. It seemed Bart had managed to lift a video camera from the audiovisual supply room and mounted it below Mrs. Crabapple's desktop, aimed right towards her. The camera wires ran along the desk, to the floor and under some baseboards. All it needed was to be connected to a monitor. Since the middle aged woman liked to wear skirts to school, Bart had foreseen a wonderful opportunity to embarrass his teacher.

On this day, Edna had worn a short green skirt. She had a penchant for skirts, ever since she had overheard the lunch lady, Doris, talking about groundskeeper Willie's 10 inch cock. Edna made it a point to track down Willie every afternoon during recess for a little extracurricular activity of her own.

Today the class was to watch a movie on the school's cable system. She connected the cable out of the wall to the television and turned the set on.

Then she turned the lights down and sat back at her desk and waited for the program to start. Sitting at her desk, she couldn't help but anticipate this afternoon's rendezvous with Willie. Reaching down between her legs, she began to gently massage her aching cunt. She knew she couldn't go too far, what with an audience of 25 ten year olds and all, but she could get off a small orgasm if she was quiet. The fear of getting caught was quite an aphrodisiac to Edna and soon had pulled the crotch of her panties aside to get a feel of the wetness that was forming. The heat radiated from her pussy and it was all she could do to not cry out as she slowly slid a finger deep within her.

The class was being amazingly quiet throughout the movie and soon she noticed there was no sound coming from the TV. She glanced over at the television and nearly died of embarrassment as she saw a closeup picture of her own finger sliding out of her soaked pussy. Bart then couldn't resist making a comment.

"Hey, Mrs. Crabapple!" he said. "Smile! You're on Candid Camera!!" The entire classroom erupted with laughter.

"Bart Simpson!!" said Mrs. Crabapple, red-faced from the realization of what had just happened. "Go see Principal Skinner. Now!!"

As Bart made his way down the hall, he took a moment to stop by the boys bathroom to attempt to relieve himself. After all, Mrs. Crabapple's show did have some effect on the boy, and since he had just discovered the joys of masturbation, he figured no time like the present.

Ducking into the boy's bathroom, he heard a strange sound coming from one of the stalls. He listened closely for a moment and then realized it was a moaning sound. He located the stall it was coming from and then tried to climb up to see over the top of the wall in the stall next to it, but he just couldn't reach it. Then, as he looked around the room, he noticed several mirrors.

Positioned just right, it might work, since 1 of them was an overhead mirror.

He climbed on top of one of the sinks, being very careful as to not disturb the couple who were in some obvious bliss. Then climbing higher onto a thin ledge, he was able to reach a corner overhead mirror. Angling it until it reflected over the occupied stall, Bart got an unexpected surprise. There in the stall was 11-year-old Corey, the new kid in school that his sister Lisa had a crush on, and Lisa's best friend Janey. Janey was sitting on the back of the toilet stool with her legs spread wide and panties off, while Corey knelt before her, licking at her bare twat. Janey had a thin veil of moisture on her forehead and kept begging the boy to not stop what he was doing.

"Oh, Corey," she cried. "This feels too good. I don't know what's happening to me, but please don't you dare stop!"

"Oh hoh!!!!" thought Bart to himself. "This is gold!" Then he got another idea. Quietly and carefully, he climbed back down and snuck out the door. He then headed to Miss Hoover's second grade classroom where he politely asked the teacher if he could speak to Lisa privately.

"What's this about?" inquired Miss Hoover.

"It's a family matter, Ma'am," replied Bart. "Could I please speak to Lisa?"

"Very well," said Miss Hoover. "But be brief. Lisa, your brother needs to talk to you."

"Yes, Ma'am," said Bart.

Lisa met Bart just outside the door. "What's going on? Is everything alright?"

she asked.

"You gotta see this Lis!" said Bart excitedly, grabbing Lisa by the hand and running down the hall.

"Bart!! This is the BOYS bathroom!!" she said upon arrival to the room.

"I can't go in there!"

"Trust me," said Bart, taking her inside. "Shhhh. Don't make a sound."

Once inside, Bart pointed up to the mirror.

Lisa stared in disbelief at the sight before her. Janey had just taken Corey's cock out of her mouth and was turning around. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain she knew would be coming. Lisa was a little unsure of just what was taking place, but knew enough to not be totally naive. The two siblings stood and watched as the tip of Corey's prick pressed against Janey's tight cunt. He kept pushing on it slowly as Janey bit her lip to keep from crying out. Finally, Janey got used to the level of discomfort and began to push back herself. At first, there was much resistance, then.... "POP!"

Corey and Janey immediately were joined as his cock slid inside of Janey.

By now, Lisa was feeling very uneasy about watching the goings on between her best friend and the boy she wanted. But it was painfully obvious to her that he wanted Janey. Lisa turned and ran out of the bathroom.

Happy that once again he had brought some humiliation to his sister, Bart chuckled to himself and followed her outside. Once in the hallway, he saw his sister sobbing uncontrollably against the lockers. A slight sense of remorse came over Bart as he went towards her. As if to console her, Bart said, "Ah, Lisa, don't cry. I just wanted you to be embarrassed, not sad."

"Oh, Bart! You just don't understand!!" Lisa cried harder, and the sounds brought Miss Hoover out of the classroom.

"Oh, my," she said. "Something terrible must have happened. Lisa why don't you go on home, you're much too upset to try to continue today. Bart, will you see that she gets home okay? Oh, of course you will, I'm sure you both want to get home and deal with this terrible thing that has happened."

Of course, Miss Hoover didn't know what had really happened, but it did get the two kids out of school for the day. On the way out, Principal Skinner saw Lisa crying and asked if things were okay. Bart then replied yes, they would be fine. They just needed to go home. Then Bart got another devious thought.

"Hey, Principal Skinner," he said. "I think I may have left a library book in one of the stalls in the boys bathroom. Will you check for me?"

"Sure thing, young man," replied the principal, totally unaware of what he was about to walk in on.

"Thanks!," said Bart, heading out the door. Then, "Heh, heh, heh.

That'll teach them to upset MY sister."