Simpsons Porn Story: disco beaver

-1Disco beaver.

He music was loud, the laughter was loud, the food and drink were flowing freely, everyone was having a great time. Bart and Milhouse ran around the large room, it was relatively dark but it just added to the fun. They were on a tasting mission, Bart had suggested they taste as many of the drinks on the table as possible, obviously the adults drinks, the soft drinks they could get whenever they wanted. Milhouse had been up for it at first but soon discovered to his shock the alcohol tasted vile, Bart didn’t seem to mind it however he was drinking it quite freely. Milhouse, not wanting to lose face with his best mate played along and pretended the majority of the time to drink some, if it smelled nice though he did try it.

As the time passed, Milhouse saw the changes in bart, he was not as eager to run, he was getting shorter and shorter of breath, his speech was slurred and his eyes looked glazed, very definite signs of over drinking, bart was not just getting drunk he was drunk, if fact he was worse than. When bart stopped before Milhouse, and slurred some speech to him, Milhouse noticed bart wasn’t looking too cleaver, in fact he looked ghastly, he was pallid, not the usual bubbly self, he looked like death warmed up. I don’t feel too hot, bart complained, you don’t look it either Milhouse replied, and im not overly surprised. You seem fine he said, becoming more and more unsteady in his balance, er er er Milhouse stuttered perhaps I can handle it better or it doesn’t effect me as bad or as quick as you. I don’t care said bart, im going for a sit down.

Bart stumbled slightly as he made his way back to the Simpson table, knocking into the odd chair and part goer, he reached and sat on his chair, he didn’t look well at all, he pulled himself and his chair towards the table and lay his head in his arms, Milhouse saw his eyes close and watched as he fell asleep. He felt groggy himself, a buzzing in his head he presumed was the loud music and alcohol, he accepted he was probably what was called tipsy. He sat and stared around the room at the milling and drinking and laughing people, he definitely felt tipsy, then above even the loud music and talking he instantly recognised a voice, he turned towards this noise and saw homer coming from the dance floor.

He was making his way over to Milhouse, or rather the table or setting he was sat at, then emerging from the dancing people came marge, hmmm Milhouse thought she looked hot, he slinky black dress which she had acquired apparently for this party hugged her body perfectly, the curves all accentuated were perfect, Milhouse stared, he had never looked at marge in this light before and he put that down to his boozed condition but she looked fine……sexy….hot. She was already slim, but this dress proved it, her shapely hips and thighs, the dress allowed a good portion of thigh to be visible, and the slit up the side of the dress exposed more. She was either wearing dark tights or stockings too, he hoped or rather decided to himself as it was sexier she was wearing stockings.

The cleavage too was exposed, and Milhouse found his staring at the two ample portions of exposed breasts as she made her way over to the table too. They hardly moved, either a good bra or firm breasts, again Milhouse decided to himself the latter, hey there marge said as she walked over, seeing him looking at her but not realising it in that way, how are you, it seems bart has had enough as she saw him slumped onto the table, oh er yes said Milhouse defending his friend, he was very tired. She looked at her sleeping son, unsure whether Milhouse was telling the truth, if she knew bart and she did, it was more than just tiredness, hmm she said sitting next to Milhouse, and you, why aren’t you tired, me oh er im a party animal Mrs Simpson. A party animal eh she giggled as she took her drink, she raised it to her lips and Milhouse watched as her puffy sexy mouth puckered to accept it, she even drank sexily he thought, he looked down to her butt where she was sat, the dress had risen slightly and the slit up the side had now revealed more, Milhouse smiled as he saw the dark nylon of her tights/stockings, he saw the darker edge of the thicker nylon then a little flesh from thigh as he realised, joyfully it was now proven, it was stockings. In his mind shimmered an image of her standing before him with no dress, the stockings and suspenders, tiny slinky panties, see through, Milhouse was brought back to reality with her voice, the image fading, good she said, if your such a party animal you can take me for a dance, it seems I have worn my husband out.

Homer laughed, ill get the next drinks in then, he stood, almost toppled over, gained his balance, laughed as he did so then made his way from the table to the bar, marge put her now empty glass down and stood, come on then party animal lets dance. Milhouse couldn’t dance, not really, or he didn’t think so, he would never have been caught on a dance floor except messing about, but with the drink inside him, and the image of marges tight sexy butt swaying as she walked away forced him to stand and follow, her arm was out behind her, offering him, beckoning him, he took it, it looked at first glance as he was staring at her hand, little did marge now that he had infact been intently focusing on her shapely behind.

They slithered and shimmied their way through the thick moving bodies until they found a relatively spacious spot, marge suddenly turned to Milhouse and started dancing, come on then get down with it, Milhouse started to dance, a little nervous and cardboardy at first but the music flowed through his ears and into his head, he moved a little less stiffly and started to enjoy it, what was more enjoyable though was marges two firm breasts, wrapped in the silky black material of that dress bouncing to her movements less than a foot away, Milhouses eyes were transfixed on them, they were hypnotic almost he watched them n slow motion, noticing how as she swayed to the music one would pressed more into the other, then visa versa he felt stirrings, familiar stirrings between his thighs as he eyes this heavenly sight.

Marge saw Milhouse, and saw what he was looking at, normally she would have been very embarrassed, but the drink had taken away the embarrassment and now she felt good, she even felt good, sexy and flattered a young boy was looking at her…..ive still got it she thought. Suddenly, the music changed and slowed somewhat, the lighting went down and it seemed the noise level did too, marge didn’t want to stop dancing, she was enjoying herself far too much, she liked dancing and did it whenever she got the chance, she saw Milhouse turn and start to walk away, where do you think your going young man she said reaching out and taking his shoulder, the pulled and turned him round and hugged him to her and started to dance to the slower music.

Marge smiled, she was only playing, she felt naughty with the booze and what she knew Milhouse had been looking at, she tingled as she imagined his face inches from her breasts, she couldn’t believe she was doing this, but she suddenly felt very naughty and wicked, she smiled as she danced. Milhouse eyes were wide open in shock, the twin orbs he had been staring at, leering at were now firmly pressed into his face, her arms were wrapped around him and her body gyrated to the music, he was that close to her cleavage as he felt her move, he saw the material of the dress move, folding slightly out, more and more naked bare smooth breast was exposed to him, he knew she couldn’t have been wearing a bra and he was inches away, infact part of him was actually touching, oh god he thought as he stared, if it moved any more he would see her nipple he was sure of it, oh god……move more move more.

He felt her body, firm and slim, her warmth and he smelt her scent, her perfume, her womanly smell, the adult female, his was in heaven definitely, she was very close…obviously but he couldn’t explain how he felt, then he felt the stirrings becoming more, much more he could explain this alright, he was getting a raging hard on, he couldn’t stop it, as he looked down her cleavage, he didn’t want to stop it, the smooth partially glistening mounds were very very close………god he wanted to touch them, kiss them, he didn’t know where the thought come from, but he had a sudden urge of wanting to slip his hard cock between them.

What the hell was he thinking, it was his best mates mom and he was getting off fantasising about her, what to do to her……stop it stop it he thought. The song had only gone about half way through, marge was pulling him close to her, was she pulling him closer? Too close? Did she know he had a hard on, she must have for christ sake it was rubbing against her thigh, her inner thigh for gods sake. Milhouse knew the song, or at least knew of it and recognised when it was coming to an end, he was sure marge was purposefully letting his cock rub her, he was sure of it, or was it just him, fuck….he didn’t mind but it was a little embarrassing.

As the song came to an end, Milhouse started to move away, he felt marges grip tighten, her head moved to his ear, your going no where young man, we’ll continue to dance….Milhouses eyes were wide open, did she want to just dance or was she getting off herself, rubbing him up, touching him up, no way she couldn’t be….could she. The next song started and again he felt her thighs close to him, about two minutes into the song her head lowered again and she whispered in his ear, im flattered, it was then Milhouse knew for sure she was aware of his hard on. Instantly and instinctively he moved slightly away, slightly embarrassed, he felt her body jiggle as she giggled, again her head lowered, embarrassed you have I? playing with me he thought, that’s what your up to is it, her head stayed next to his ears.

He could smell her perfume stronger here, he neck looked smooth and it felt warm, your not such……a little boy are you, she emphasised “little”, she was toying, if your trying to embarrass me mrs simpson, it wont work…me she said innocently, again a chuckle I would never do such a thing. Hmm he said, why don’t I believe you, have I embarrassed you she enquired, he knew she had, she knew she had, but he had to make a stand, he couldn’t let her know he was embarrassed, no you haven’t he said and moved or rather stepped close again, purposely letting his hard cock press against her thigh, if she wanted to play……..he’d play.

Oh she exclaimed, im sorry Milhouse instantly interjected, I haven’t embarrassed you have I? a seconds silence then a chuckle, playing with me are you she whispered, not me mrs Simpson’s…..they must be somebody else’s hands doing that, she laughed we are a naughty boy, you seem to know more and more the younger you get nowadays, some of these lessons you are taught. Well said Milhouse, you never know when you may need the experience or knowledge, she giggled, mmmm really. There was silence for a few minutes as they danced, still she rubbed her thigh into his crotch, still he refused to move away. I told you you wouldn’t embarrass me he said, she frowned as she couldn’t hear his words, she lowered her head and he repeated his comment, oh really she said in his ear, perhaps I haven’t tried too…..yet, he smiled I know you are trying, so im prepared, you must be careful though you may get embarrassed yourself…..a challenge, she said….I like challenges, she re-stood and danced,

Milhouse was still close, he could feel her thigh still, his face was still close to her breasts, the light was low, they were near the side of the building, basically in a corner, two walls protecting them and people around there other side, the light was still enough though for Milhouse to notice her nipple, it was pressing out against the material of her dress, he smiled as he saw it, she was getting off on this, it was turning her on, what was she thinking, what was she planning, how aroused was she, only time would tell how far she intended to play this game, Milhouse knew right there and then, if need be and if the opportunity arose, he would go all the way, he swayed with her to the music, his eyes transfixed on the erect bulging nipple.

All of a sudden she lowered her head again and she said, basically I will have to try harder, she emphasised again, this time the word harder as she pressed her thigh right onto his cock and rubbed it, no movement with dancing a purposeful rub, Milhouse was caught a little off guard at the sudden movement but he fought the gasp and tried to remain calm, he laughed, is that the best you can do he joked, he had planned this, he slipped his arms around her waist and spun on the floor, to the music so it looked perfectly natural id anyone looked on, not that they would have seen anything in this light, but just to be sure, as she was spinning and her butt faced one of the two protecting walls he slipped his hands onto her butt and squeezed, she certainly hadn’t expected that and she gasped, before she knew it, he had released her butt and they were back in the same position….dancing.

Why you sneaky sly craft little bugger she said in his ear, all she got in response was laughter, I believe he said that’s err one point to me. She stood and danced, he looked at her face, she was looking at him and smirking, obviously planning something, all he could do was wait. After a few seconds she again lowered her head and whispered in his ear, I believe she said it is in actual fact one each, with that she slipped her hand un noticed to anyone looking and placed it on his bulging crotch, it had the desired effect as far as she was concerned, Milhouse gasped, she removed her hand and continued to dance, she was though impressed at what she had just felt, she knew she hadn’t really got a good feel, but what she had touched was impressive, especially for one so young and slim.

It then occurred to her, what the hell was she doing, not only was she hitting on a ten year old, her sons best mate she had just touched him up, and to top it all, to satisfy this strange desire she had been feeling since she had initially felt his harness she had initiated this game. The desire had grown somewhat though in the passing minutes, it had grown to arousal, she had felt a few minutes ago her nipples hardening and the moistening between her thighs, this was wrong, very wrong but it was so exciting, especially with all the people around, but if he said something or they were seen doing something she could be in very serious trouble…..the excitement though was like a buzz a drug and she couldn’t quell it.

She looked at his face, she could see she had really gone to far already, but she couldn’t stop it, she had to, it had to be now or it could go too far……how far….that was a little worrying and unnerving, he seemed to be plotting, what could he do, what could they do, she had to tell him, tell him now it was a game, it had to stop where it was now, she shouldn’t have done what she had done and he must promise never ever to tell anyone, she had too, then she recalled the hardness of his cock in her hand…..perhaps she thought as her heart raced, her chest seemed to tense with the excitement and thrill she would feel what he was really like, get a really good feel then say something, she would forever not know if she didn’t try, and the amount of times Milhouse was at her house, the unknowing would drive her crazy…..she saw him saying something but she couldn’t make out what with the noise, she lowered herself to hear him.

Milhouse knew if he pretended to say something, she would never hear him with this noise, even if it was gibberish, all he wanted was to get her to lower herself to him, he inwardly smiled as his plan and bait was took. She lowered. He had to be quick and he had to be spot on to perform this manoeuvre, as her head reached his mouth in one quick fluid motion he said two one….his hand slipped deftly down her top and squeezed her warm firm breast. It was over in a second, she gasped for a second time and as she recoiled his hand was automatically removed from the front of her dress, but what he had felt would stay with him forever, forever etched into his memory, the warmth, the smoothness of her breast, the hard nipple pressed against his palm as he had squeezed, he knew now what marges…..homers wife……barts mothers breast felt like and he would savour that memory forever, even if this was as far as this game went.

He smiled at her and his hand raised to fingers and he smiled mouthing the words “two-one”, she was embarrassed, she felt her face flush a little, her heart was racing, he had actually put his hand down her top and felt her boob, she had deserved it she supposed but the shock still remained, his touch had been quick but gentle, she was really getting excited, she should stop it now she thought, it had already gone too far, the consequences were worrying her not the fact she was losing the game, still she had the gnawing sensation in her of what he had between his legs, I must have had too much too drink, why else would I be thinking like this she thought, why would I be playing this game, and why would I be curious what a ten year olds hard cock was like.

The third song started, still the lights were low, she leaned forward and said wait, wait, Milhouse never made a move. I’m err sorry she said, I should never have done or started what I did, she heard Milhouse say as if he had read her mind, if you think I am going to tell anyone, you are wrong mrs simpson, I would never want to see you in trouble, I thought you liked the challenge, this game is between me and you and no one else, I believe I am winning now three one, and with that he pulled her close and tight and again slipped his hand down her dress and cupped and squeezed her breast

Again she gasped in shock, but this time his arm pulling her towards him stopped her trying to recoil, she felt her breast gently being squeezed and his little fingers rubbing her very erect and hard nipple, her eyes closed as the pleasure swept through her, she heard her own voice saying you must tell no-one, she hadn’t planned on saying the words, he body seemed to have taken over, her hand, seemingly on its own slipped again between his thighs and instead of a quick rub or grope remained and felt, gauged and caressed the hard throbbing member there. She was impressed, very impressed it was easily as large as homers, already at such a young age, maybe not as thick but harder, like a piece of steel.

As risky as it was, marge showed little concern as she moved her hand and slipped it down the front of his trousers, she had to feel this hard piece of meat in her hand, it was like a rod of steel as she had suspected, solid, she felt the cock throb as she circled her fingers around it, she felt his gasp and she smiled, her eyes closed, she was feeling really naught, really horny as she held then gripped the shaft, maybe it was a thick as homers, now she had it in her hand, it felt as thick, and as long as she began pulling the foreskin down, her finger rubbing up onto the bulbous head, it was hot and it twitched to her touch, every few seconds Milhouse would gasp as she grasped then rubbed the head.

I believe she whispered you have gasped a few times more than I and I believe that makes me the leader she said smiling, oh god mrs simpson was the only response she got, Jesus Milhouse, you are hard, very hard and you are very lucky to have this…monster again he gasped as she pulled up then down her fingers tight around him, feeling the veins and the ridges of his shaft. She sensed the people around her, the dancers, talking and laughing, and here she was, a fully grown adult female bent down seemingly dancing with this ten year old, but her hand pushed down the front of his trousers…..jerking him off

Whether it had been luck or fate or coincidence she didn’t know or care, but they were in the corner of the room, probably also the darkest part, she knew no one could really see what they were doing they wouldn’t see this boys hand down her top playing with her breast, playing quite well too, they also wouldn’t see her hand down his trousers, but they would see her arm moving rapidly if she began to jerk him off, god she wanted to rub hard, she wanted to feel his small little body tremble and stiffen as she wildly rubbed this huge hard cock, she wanted to hear him whimper and feel the hot gush of spunk on her hand, she wanted to, she needed to, the game as far as she would be concerned would be over as soon as she got him to shoot his load over her hand and into his underwear…….if he was capable yet of Cumming.

Milhouse was in heaven, in his hand was a woman’s naked breast, her nipple hard and aroused, he knew he was having an effect as her breathing had altered as he had caressed and squeezed her breast, her hand was holding and rubbing his cock, he was being jerked off on the dance floor by a fully grown woman, he knew his breathing had altered also, he knew soon he would probably cum, he knew this was what she wanted, he couldn’t let her, not win, not win without a fight, he was trying with all his might, he had to get her back and there was only one way for it.

The pleasure he was feeling was intense, the excitement was high, he opened his eyes and looked around as best he could at the people closest to him, no one was paying them any attention which was good, it was dark, there wasn’t a chance any one could see he was luckily positioned with his back to the two walls, marges hand down his trousers was hidden from anyone’s view by her own body and her body was also going to be the shield for him, his right hand slid from her waist and slipped around her, he sought and found the slit in her dress and his hand entered, he instantly felt the soft bare flesh of her front thigh, and he smiled as his fingers touched the obviously small panties she was wearing, the ones he imagined she was wearing when they were sat at the table before…..

Marge had been in a world of her own, her eyes were closed confident in the knowledge no one knew what she was doing, her hand was around his hot hard cock, up and down feeling the ripples of the shaft she felt the hand slide between her legs but didn’t stop it, by the time her mind realised it was too late his fingers hand started to slide back and forth along the gusset. Milhouse felt her lips part as he rubbed, he felt her body tense, he knew then she wasn’t going to stop him as her hand had continued rubbing his cock, she had gripped tighter, he was concentrating hard as he knew he could blow at anytime. It was smooth and hot, the panties must have been silk or something similar, his finger slid easily back and forth pressing into her slit forcing and parting the lips, it was pretty difficult to get his fingers where he wanted them as she was still dancing, her thighs were also close together.

He timed his next move to perfection, as she swayed to the music there were regular times her thighs were open most, it was as the next time arrived he made his move, his fingers slipped under and into her panties. It was very hot, and pubeless, her shaven labia was open and the slit was soaking with juices, he had aroused her as much as she had aroused him, aroused a fully grown adult woman, he couldn’t believe it. Easily his finger slit back and forth along the slit, her body’s dancing and movements only adding to the ease, he felt her rhythm stutter as his finger grazed her erect clitoris, she was very aroused, he concentrated here, he was close himself and he wanted to get her too, he heard her moan in his ear as he began circling and gently rubbing the erect bud, she moved closer too him, she was absolutely wet through, her pussy almost begged to be penetrated by his fingers.

He hadn’t realised at first how aroused she really was, as he rubbed her clitoris her upper body continued to dance, slightly oddly every now and again, but her hips were definitely out of sink, they weren’t dancing, they were bucking back and forth, not wildly but in short jerks, her breathing had become pants and her hand had stopped rubbing as was simply gripping his cock, he heard her whisper in his ear, oh god,….oh god then she tensed again and he felt her thighs clamp shut, his fingers became more sodden as she orgasmed quite powerfully for him……..by him He smiled, he grinned…he almost felt like screaming at the top of his voice what he had done. Ohh fuck she said, where did you learn that, how did you know what to do…your so young, Milhouse moved his head and looked at her, his finger was still rubbing her wet clitoris, he could see her flushed skin, her nostrils flaring as she was nearing another orgasm, he could feel and see in her face she was close, her eyes flickered and rolled up, he stopped and removed his hand, her eyes opened wide and looked at him questioningly………meet me outside he said.

He turned and walked away, feeling her hand being pulled from his trousers, he hoped above anything else she would come, he hoped that her high state of arousal would win over any concience fights she was or would be having. He left the building and walked to its side, knowing the alley around the back would be dark and secluded and definitely out of sight of any prying eyes, his fingers still wet, he raised them and inhaled deeply her sexual aroma, then slid the fingers into his mouth and tasted her.

Inside, marge had returned to her table, homer had smiled as she sat down. Enjoy the dance he had said, slurring his words, she laughed a little uncomfortably, err yeah it was good. How was he, wear him out…..she took a deep drink and placed the cup down, her breath was still coming in gasps, he was very good actually he surprised the hell outta me, she thought of the huge cock between his thighs, and then in her hand. Homer laughed, well he has the youth on me, too bloody hot out there I was sweating like a pig, marge looked at him and smiled, hmm im soaking wet too, homer looked at her, it is sweltering she added, then took her glass again.

She shifted in her seat, she felt her wet lips rub together, it still felt good, she was still tingling, her stomach was doing flips, her juices were still in full flow, she felt her panties on her skin, they were sticky and wet. She thought of Milhouse, he was outside, alone, should she go, at least just get him in…..what did he expect….well she knew what but that could never happen, no….too young….but that cock, she imagined it sliding into her, it made her tingle even more, she tried to push the thought from her mind……it wouldn’t go. Where is he know homer asked, she looked behind her, pretending she didt know, still on the floor I imagine she said or back at his table, well he’ll probably be back to see if bart has woken , he’ll be disappointed looks like the little fella is out for the night.

Luckily the night was warm, Milhouse had been here only a couple of minutes, he had the sinking feeling she wouldn’t come, well why would she, he was way too young for her, he was only a kid…he had hoped, her arousal would win and she would have been here, but obviously his hopes had been wrong. Inside marge couldn’t get the thought from her mind, that throbbing piece of meat…..it so easily could satisfy her, fill her, if only he had been older…….would she have done it then though, could she be unfaithful to homer, she loved homer…..she had already been unfaithfull…..on the floor what was she talking about, I need to pee she said suddenly standing, like before she had come to the conclusion she would probably wonder for the rest of her life………..I wont be long.

Milhouse was about to give up and return when all of a sudden marge appeared around the corner, she was looking for him, he stepped out to reveal his whereabouts, she saw……waited as if contemplating, then slowly walked over, increasing her speed as she neared. Milhouse slipped back around the corner out of sight, marge appeared, Milhouse she was saying as she walked around the corner, we cant we really……..mid sentence Milhouse takes her hands and pulls her and turns her at the same time and presses her against the wall……she grunts as her back touches, not hard or painfully but still shocking her……..no please you are too….again mid sentace, Milhouse takes both her breasts in her hands and presses his lips to her cleavage and presses his still engorged and solid cock between her thighs, it hit’s the spot and she gasps.

It feels so powerfull, pressing her still wet and very aroused pussy, her hands plant themselves on his shoulders, Milhouse she whispers were shouldn’t, we….we…what if someone sees, she feels his press his hips forward, the swollen member pushing her pussy, ohhh she moans, suddenly he has gone, before she knows what is happening, before she can react, Milhouse had dropped to his knees, he slid beneath her dress, he had slipped her panties to the side and he pressed his face, his open mouth onto her pussy and was licking from the source the powerful taste he had got from his fingers.

Marge’s head fell against the wall, she gasped in pleasure as she felt the tongue slide into her,he body suddenly trembled with pleasure, the electricity flowing through her veins, overpowering her, ohhh god she moaned, she felt his hands slide to her thighs, he didn’t need much pressure, didn’t need to encourage her, she was in heaven, her thighs opened for him, marge spread her legs as wide as her dress would allow, letting this young boys expert, flicking tongue glide through her pussy creases, enter her hole….bringing on yet another very powerful orgasm.

She had decided to either tell him it wasn’t possible that their dance floor antics had been fun and enjoyable but must end there or and the choice she secretly preffered, was going to give him a blow job until he came, wanted to drain the excitement from him, then tell him it couldn’t continue, satisfying her curiosity at the same time, this though hadn’t been part of the plan, not this, though as she felt the wave growing, felt the inner explosion about to happen she felt the pang of guilt which had always been there melt and fade away she was in some perverse way glad….glad it was happening….then the explosion.

Marge felt and heard the groan of pleasure rise from her gut, her back arched and she squeezed her thighs onto Milhouses head, it didn’t stop his tongue from flicking or his mouth from sucking her clitoris, she felt her juices gush, almost squirt from her trembling pussy, she didn’t know she was capable, hadn’t believed the films homer had shown her, both failed when they had attempted, but here and now, in the alley of a building she was experiencing it, given to her by a tn year old boy.

She heard Milhouse gasp as he slipped from her clamped thighs, she felt her legs buckle slightly as the support he had given was taken away, she slid slightly down the wall, gasping and panting, her hands pressing her dress to her crutch as her pussy shuddered and quivered, then her face felt a little heat, she opened her dazed eyes and saw the enormous swollen tip of his cock before her, she didn’t need asking or coaxing, she pushed and fell to her knnes, opening her mouth and accepting it in, she grabbed the shaft and pushed her head as far forward as she could go, feeling the tip touch the back of her throat and knowing there was still more he could give. She slid her head back and gagged slightly as she let his cock fall from her mouth, she took a breath and slid it back in, now it was Milhouses turn to fill the alley with his moans of pleasure.

Milouse looked down through tearfilled pleasured eyes as he saw his best friends moms head bobbing back and forth onto his cock, his yellow thick shaft disappearing into her mouth, stretching her lips to the limit, the dark vein running up the centre of his cock glistening with her spittle. He gasped and grabbed her blue hair and pulled her towards him, wanting to put his cock right into her mouth, she was williing also for him to try, he heard her muffled cough as he guessed he had gone far enough, he didn’t want to hurt her, he wanted to love her, he wanted to and was going to fuck her….

After a few minutes, Milhouse felt the tingling become a raging desire and pulled himself from her, he didn’t want to put his spunk into that hole, he wanted another, whether she was going to allow it remained to be seen, in fact he was about to find out, she had remained on her knees, she was gasping and panting, his hands slid down the front of her dress and took both her naken breasts, her nipples werelike rubber bullets, hard and long, he flicked and tweaked them, he then slid his hands from her dress and under her arms where with her help still lifted her slightly and pressed her against the wall, he legs open still allowed his small body in.

Her position was slightly away from the wall, he back pressed against it, gave her the support needed as her legs were slightly bent, making her the correct height for Milhouse, his pants were undone and were falling around his thighs as he slipped his eager, ready and aching cock from his underwear, he moved in, taking hld of the sides of her panties and sliding them to the side, exposing her wet pussy, her eyes opened wide and she placed her hand on his chest, no no she said, Milhouse we cant……..his tip touched, ohh jesus she said, she bit her lower lip, her arm started to shake as the tip parted her lips and his cock felt the wetness and the warmth of her pussy.

Ohh milhouse….Milhouse no you cant, an inch slipped in, widening her, suddenly her hand gripped his shirt and she pulled him towards her, her mouth opened and she gasped, then whimpered as she felt the lenghth and width opening her and entering her, she gasped as more and more slid in, ohh fuck your filling me up, ohh jesus…jesus yes, she pushed herself off from the wall and her pussy moved forward taking the rest of him in, her head fell back and she moaned and groaned loudly.Once fully inside her, his smooth skin pressed to her puffy moist lips, Milhouse’s mouth opened and he moaned, his body was shaking……he was going to blow…..he was going to shoot the thick jet of cream into her on the first thrust….he tried hard, tried hard to calm himself.

Shaking with desire and excitement and pleasure, he slid each hand up her skirt and took hold of her hips, he looked down to see her nyloned opened thighs, her suspender belts, her panties shoved to the side, the shaven yellow lips, the open lips with his cock buried deep inside, he closed his eyes, this mere sight nearly sent him over the edge, nearly made his explode in her. Luckily she also seemed to be taking full delight of this motionless stance, feeling herself full, feeling his cock in her, he looked again at her, this mature older woman before him, his cock within her, his…all his…he was going to fuck her….fuck her good, he wanted to see her tits, wanted to see what he had fantasised putting his cock between earlier….now it was in a much better place.

His calm seemingly restored, Milhouse looked at his as he withdrew, then slammed deep into her, her head shor forward and her eyes opened wide, she grunted and then gasped as he kept the cock pushed in deep, again, then again, each time getting the same response, the fourth time a little more measured and the rhythym starting, marge looked at him and said oh god yes Milhouse fuck me, he smiled, he certainly didn’t need asking twice. He had composure, he had grace, he had control…where it had come from he didn’t know, he know didn’t feel the need to shoot into her, he just wanted to fuck her….and fuck her….and fuck her more, he felt his rhythm quicken, his thrusts becoming more powerful yet still he didn’t feel the urge to come……marges expressions however told a different story.

She was pressed against the wall, her arms outstretched to his shoulders, her fingers digging deeply, holding tightly as he rammed himself into her, the alley and the night were filled with her moans and cries of pleasure, faster and faster, harder and harder, again she bit her lower lip she was surpressing grunts, he felt her pussy tighten, then he felt juices spit from around his cock as she again orgasmed. This woman couldn’t half cum he thought, he wanted her like a dog, wanted to fuck her from behind, he slipped his cock wetly from her, she opened her eyes and looked at him again questioningly for the second time tonight, turn round was all he said.

As if in a trance, as if hypnotised, marge obeyed him as a slave obeyed its master, she turned and bent knowing the position, she raised her arse to the perfect height for him, her lips shone in the moonlight, her orgasm juices dripping down her inner thighs, Milhouse took his cock, his sticky and slimy wet cock and guided it to her awaiting pussy, it entered easily, stretched and relaxed now to his cocks requirements, he slammed home, hearing the skin slap against hers, she moaned as he filled her, he gripped her thighs, with youth and energy he rapidly slammed in and out of her, she was groaning loudly, unable to stop herself, more juices spat as she came again and again she thought she would come forever, never, never in her entire life had she been fuck like this, so powerfully, wildly and so well. Milhouse was more surprised, where was he getting the energy, the composure, still he didn’t feel the need to cum…….just fuck

Still he rammed, pummled her from behind, his snaked his hand round and began rubbing her clitoris, it was hard, and very erect, like a little penis poking proud from between her lips, she cried out…..im cuming im cuming…..not that the clitoris attention was needed to make her cum, she was flowing like an open tap, her body bounced forward as he slammed into her, she grunted “yes” each time he was fully in her then more powerfully than she thought possible she orgasmed, not squirting but a constant flow of juices and tremors from within her very being as she came….a long billowing moan came from her mouth, her legs finally buckled with the sensations coursing through her.

Homer stepped outside for air, he had quickly scanned the place for marge but hadn’t seen her, he was sweating profusely, the cooler air filled his lungs, he was very drunk but knew he still had room for more. A quick walk then he planned to return to the bar, maybe another look for marge. The night air was not as quiet as he expected, yes he could hear the muffled sound of the music behind him, the doors blocking out most of the noise but there was another noise, he frowned, his vision slightly blurred and his balance very unsteady he walked to the side of the building, the nois was a little louder here. He peered around the corner, it was an alley, it was very dark, even the moon above casting its white shine didn’t completely penetrate the darkness but it offered enough light to see a little ways, a little ways more if his eyes would work properly.

Homer slipped quietly and slowly down the alley, the noises became louder, he then recognised the sound, he grinned as he realised what it was, some one was getting fucked down here and from the sounds of her moans she was really enjoing it, he sniggered, it wasn’t like him to spy, but he couldn’t help himself, just a quick peek he told himself. The alley was littered with boxes and tins and he had to be very carefull where he stepped, he didn’t want the couple to know he was there, he could get into trouble doing this, he didn’t need another visit from wig gum.

The darkness wrapped him, slowly he moved keeping his hand on the wall fro support, looking to the floor making sure each step was free of debris, carefully and slowly he made his way until……. He saw them. He gasped………..this was more exciting, more of a thrill than any porno movie he had seen, actually watching someone fuck….he understood what peeping toms feel, he couldn’t make out who they were, there was a large bin or skip hiding them, or rather hiding her, all he could see in the dimness was the shape or sillouette of her arse, pushed out for him….he, well he looked small, perhaps he was a dwarf or the ground where he was was lower than homer, who ever he was he was certainly giving it to her, homer was impressed with this persons stamina….go on little fella he whisperd as he stared…..give her one for me.

Her legs now jelly, marge simply hung there, her hands pressed to the wall merely stopping her from falling forward, he pussy though soaking was beginning to get a little sore…..if it wasn’t for Milhouse’s hands under her hips holding her up she would have fell, been a quivering mess on the floor, she heard him grunting she recognised the sounds of a man on the verge of cumming, in a strange way she welcomed it, she wanted to continue but she knew the intense fucking she had been given had taken its toll on her pussy…….she would have to train it to last longer……then his thrusts became less of thrusts….more short powerful quick jerks….the majority of his cock stayed in her the little jerks grew in intensity along with the groan coming from behind her…he was nearly there, she wanted his cum in her, wanted to feel his thick warm fluid fill her insides.

Homer could tell he had nearly finished, he was almost there, he had looked around to make sure the coast was clear, no one but the night…he had slipped his hard cock out and was furiously masterbating, go on….fuck her he whispered as he rubbed himself…. Give it her……go on fella yeah yeah…..he felt himself nearing orgasm already…..he watched as the little body jerked….that’s a boy he whispered knowing the small dark silouette of the bloke before him had just shot his cream into the woman…yeah he said, feeling his own sperm spurt out into the night and fall uselessly onto the floor…..he took a few more seconds to look, slipped himself away and quietly moved back out of sight, when he round the corner he quickened his pace to the room, he wanted to find marge and take her home and give her some homer lovin.

Milhouse thrust finally and deeply into her, he grunted as wave after wave of pleasure shot through him as he felt his cream spurt into her pussy, he spasmed as he ejaculated several times, filling her with his cum, he was litterally lifting her feet and lower body off the floor with a stregnth belieing his small frame, marge cried and whimpered as she felt her pussy being filled with the hot semen, as his orgasm subsided and he lowered her feet back to the floor there was no stregnth there, he fell to his knees as her jellied legs collapsed and she was on all fours, both panting and gasping for air, several seconds passed, nothing was said, the silence was broken only with their gasps and breathng.

Milhouse’s cock, rapidly becoming limp slipped from marges gaping pussy, a squelch followed and thick creamy flows of spunk oozed out and splattered on the floor beneath her, marge slowly moved and turned, beads of sweat on her brow, she finally rested, squatting allowing more and more of Milhouses spunk to drip from her pussy, my god she said, how much did you put in there, Milhouse smiled as he zipped himself back up and tidied his clothing, plenty he said, your telling me she replied, oh god…. You must never tell anyone, ever she said looking at him….I wont honestly…….a mischievous smile came on her face, otherwise we will never do it again, Milhouse beamed at the words she just spoke.

Inside homer smiling still from the tingling he was getting and the images of what he had just witnessed walked round looking for marge, he couldn’t be bothered checking the dance floor as it was still busy, nor could he check the ladies toilets for obvious reasons so he sat back at the table and took another swig from his beer, perhaps he should get another while he waited……he did. Marge returned as he sat with his newest beer, homer took a huge swig and said drink up my dear were leaving………marge sat and also took a large drink almost finishing it, why she commented, well my little love bean I want to tell you what I just saw out back, marges heart stopped and her stomach turned and she looked at him, luckily he was looking elsewhere to make sure no one over hearing his conversation otherwise he would have seen the terror in her eyes, I just say some bloke, or maybe a midgit fucking some woman doggy style, really pounding her he was and it has made me horny as hell, marge felt herself sigh and relax as she realised homer hadn’t recognised who it had been, the irony of it though almost made her laugh, here he was excited as hell obviously horny and talking about the alley scene he had just witnessed, oblivious to the fact the woman being fucked doggy style had been her….his wife.

Homer grabbed marges hand and said come on, bart was roughly woken from his slumber and protested as he was dragged from his seat, the wait for the taxi cab saw bart fall asleep again, marge was worried to death that homer in his excitement would start to fumble and discover that she was not just wet, but absolutely soaking, and that would be because her pussy was full from another persons cum, still when she walked oozed into her already sodden panties. They entered the cab, by the time they arrived homer she had already planned to get homer to put bart to bed while she washed…..washd thoroughly. Her heart raced in the bathroom, even as she wiped and cleaned as best she could she knew by the time she got to bed, with homer waiting for her, more of Milhouses cum would be slipping down…what was she going to do.

She opened the door, the bedside lamp was on, homer was on his side, the covers down exposing his naked body, she smiled……..he was asleep, she slipped quietly onto the bed, he never woke, she looked at him, his limp and lifeless cock rested below his rotund stomach…..she pulled the sheets carefully up covering them both, she rolled onto her back and closed her eyes, she recalled, the dance floor, the large cock in her hand, the same thick cock being rammed into her mouth, his snake like tongue then the fucking he had given her, the best fucking she had ever had in her entire life, marges legs opened and she slid her hand between her thighs, her finger touching her still wet slit…..Milhouse she whispered, then she slowly rubbed……………………………..