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Homer's Revenge	By : Soc7Abend Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 19248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Homer's Revenge
- 2-Saturday Night
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The days had past slowly. Homer and Marge would lay awake in their bed at night, talking excitedly about the upcoming weekend. As they made their plans, they would gently touch and fondle each other, but that was all. Both wanted to save up for the weekend.
Saturday morning finally came around. Marge, wearing her bath robe busied herself at the stove fixing breakfast. Bart and Lisa came shuffling in, still in their pajamas and took their seats.
“Bart?”, said Marge, not even turning around to look at him, “You’re going to spend the night with Milhouse. I already talked to LuAnn. Lisa your spending the night with Janie.”
“Err.. ok Mom. “ Said Lisa, sitting down at the table. “I like sleeping over at Janie’s, but why?”
“Your father and I have plans tonight and I really don’t want to spend the money for a baby sitter.”
“Oh, where’re you going?”
“Lenny is throwing a party. We expect to be out late. We’re going to take a cab so I can drink too, and if we have too much, we might spend the night at a hotel.”
Later that afternoon, Lisa came into the kitchen to grab a sandwich for lunch. Marge was sitting at the table, holding a cup of coffee close to her lips, but not drinking, a faraway look in her eyes.
“Mom, you ok?”
“Hummm?” responded Marge, placing the cup back down on the table. Sitting opposite Marge, Lisa began making her lunch. “It’s just that I noticed the dishes from breakfast are still in the sink. You usually do them right after we’re finished eating.”
“Oh…ummm the dish washers making funny noises. I didn’t want to use it until your father has had a chance to look at it. If he can’t fix it, I’ll wait until after dinner and do them all at once.”
Satisfied with the explanation, Lisa ate her lunch, making small talk with her mother. After eating, Lisa placed her dirty plate and glass on the counter and went outside into the back yard.
That evening after dinner, Bart ran out the door with his backpack heading to Millhouse’s. Lisa helped her mom clear the table, placing the dishes on the counter along with the rest of the dirty dishes that had accumulated throughout the day.
“Boy Mom, I hope Dad can fix the washer. This is quite a mess.”
Marge stood smiling at her daughter, “Don’t worry honey. Even if your father can’t fix it, these will all be cleaned by tonight. Now you run off and have fun, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Giving Lisa a kiss on her forehead, she scooted her out the door. Smiling, Marge settled down on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand, and waited with anticipation for eight o’clock to arrive.
Five minutes after eight Marge opened the door. Stepping back, crossing her arms she said “Your late. Hommie’s not going to like this.”
“Fuck Homer”, muttered Patty under her breath.
“I heard that Patty. And Homer’s going to hear about it too.” Smirked Marge.
The girls, both dressed in overcoats, buttoned all the way to their necks walked through the door. Selma, nervously twisted the rolled up top of a paper bag she had clutched in her hands.
“Where’s Homer?” she asked, looking around the room.
“Right here” said Homer walking into the room. “I see you’re late. That’s going to cost you.”
Homer walked across the room and sat down in an arm chair. “Now, let’s see if you followed your instructions. Take off your coats.”
The girls, blushing a bright red, slowly unbuttoned their coats. Marge smiled as each coat dropped onto the floor. “My my, don’t you both look sooo sweet.”
“It was embarrassing going into that Adult store and buying these. The jerk at the counter kept saying nasty things to us.” Said Selma, her right arm across her midriff, clutching her left elbow. Both girls kept their eyes cast down, refusing to look at Homer or Marge.
Each girl was dressed in identical French maid uniforms. The tops were cut in a “W” shape so each girl’s set of boobs were hanging out, fully exposed. The skirts were ruffled and poufy, but so short the front barely covered their crotch, the bottom of each girls ass fully exposed. Fishnet thigh high stockings covered their legs, ending with four inch stiletto high heel black shiny shoes.
“Well Marge, Got any chores for these two?” asked Homer.
“Oh I sure do dear. There’s a whole kitchen full of dirty dishes that need to be washed, dried and put away.” Said Marge, a happy smile across her face.
“But Hommie, they were late getting here, and Patty said something nasty at the door.”
“Really?” said Homer in mock surprise. “Well…we can’t have the ‘help’ getting ideas above their station, now can we. Selma, hand me the bag please.”
Slowly Selma shuffled over to the chair, without looking up she handed the paper bag to Homer. Reaching into the bag, Homer pulled out a rather large ping pong paddle. Rising up from his chair he walked over to them,
“Ok ‘ladies’, both of you, bend over and grab your knees.”
Homer walked up behind the bent over girls.
“Well…no panties, it’s good to see you dumb bitche’s can at least follow a simple instruction. Now, you were five minutes late. That means five hard swats apiece.”
Homer brought the paddle down hard on Patty’s upturned ass. It made a loud SPLAT as the wooden paddle made contact with her meaty ass.
“YOUCH” she yelled. Rising up on her toes.
Another loud SPAT was heard as Selma’s ass received the same treatment
“AAGGGG”
Switching back to Patty, Homer raised the paddle again, this time the blow knocked her forward a bit.
“AAAA, you BASTARD. Stop hitting me!”
Looking at Patty, Homer growled, “Bitch, we haven’t even started yet”.
Lifting the paddle,Homer quickly applied two additional hard slaps to Patty on her already tender ass.
After another five swats to their their asses, Homer said “I think we’re about ready here…Marge?”
“Coming Hommie.” Marge walked over to her sisters and stood in front of the two girls.
“Your outfits are so cute, but yet there is something missing.” Pulling her hands out from behind her back she held two head bands. Each covered in black velvet with two large pink triangle pieces resembling pig ears perched on top.
She placed the ‘ears’ on their heads, “Oh, and let’s not forget these.” She said smiling. She produced two large round Pig Noses. She placed a nose on the face of each girl, an elastic strap around their heads held the snouts in place.
Marge looked up at her husband. “Your turn dear” She smiled and took a step back.
Homer stepped up behind the twins, still bent over holding their knees. In his hands were two butt plugs. Each four inches long and three inches round at the widest end. Sticking out of the flat end of each plug was a hard plastic curly pig tail. Grabbing Patty’s left butt cheek, he spread her ass exposing her tight brown hole.
“AAAHHHHH…..SHIIIIT” screamed Patty as Homer forcibly rammed the plug into her ass dry.
Smiling, Homer turned to Selma. “Your turn.”
Selma saw the look of anguish on her sister’s face. She immediately clenched her butt cheeks together. Homer quickly gave her a hard slap across her ass.
“Loosen up Bitch, or it’ll hurt even more.”
Relaxing her butt, Selma screamed as Homer rammed the plug up her dry rectum.
“Well now.” Said Homer. “I think your fully dressed , what do you think dear?”
“Oohhh yes, Hommie. I think our little piggy maids are ready to do their chores.”
Marge and Homer walked over and sat on the couch.
“Ok piggies, both of you, get to the kitchen. There’s a whole days worth of dirty dishes that need to be cleaned.”
Sobbing softly, the twins slowly and awkwardly shuffled off to towards the kitchen, their curly tails wiggling.
“Selma, while you’re in there, bring me a beer and refill Marge’s wine glass.”
Selma shuffled back into the living room with a beer in one hand and an opened bottle of wine in the other. Marge held up her glass as Selma poured the wine. Looking down, Marge noticed a glint of light reflected off a bit of moisture on the top Selma’s thigh.
Turning to Homer she reached out with the beer in her hand, in a quiet voice she said, “Your drink…..sir.”
Homer and Marge watched Selma as she slowly walked back into the kitchen, her little curly piggy tail swaying back and forth.
“Hummm. You know Marge, I think Selma just might be getting off on this.”
“I know what you mean. Did you notice she was wet? It might be an involuntary reaction to the butt plug, but I don’t think so. When we were kids, Patty was always the dominate one. Sure, Selma joined in, but usually as just an accomplice. I wonder if Patty did things to Selma… when she wasn’t doing them to me? “
Homer and Marge sat on the couch, looking into each other’s eyes, exchanging short sweet kisses.
“Enjoying yourself sweetheart?” Asked Homer.
“Ohhh Hommie. I could do this every weekend.” She purred taking another sip of her wine.
The twins walked back into the living room.
“We’re done with the dish’s, can we go now” said Patty in her gruff, gravelly voice.
“Oh no,” replied Marge. “The fun part is yet to come.”
Standing up, Marge lifted her dress. “Patty, since you like women you must be really good at eating pussy. Pull down my panties and show me what you’ve learned.”
Patty got down on her knees. Reaching up she pulled down her panties. Marge the sat back down on the couch, her butt resting on the edge. She spread her legs showing the world, and Patty, a beautiful shaved pussy with just a small tuft of blue fur on top.
Patty leaned forward and began slowly licking up and down each lip of Marge’s snach. Then she stuck her tongue into the crack and began to flick her clit.
“ooohhh…. That’s nice. Just like when we were kids, eh Patty? Only this time you’re the one doing the licking….. not me.”
Marge looked up at Selma, “Well pig? What are you waiting for? Take my husband’s cock out and start sucking.”
Homer stood up and unfastened his pants. Selma got down on her knees. Reaching up, she grabbed Homer’s pants and underwear,pulled them down to his ankles. Sitting back down, he lifted his feet as Selma removed and set aside his pants. She gently wrapped her hand around his semi erect cock. Slowly she stroked him, feeling him getting harder in her hand. She leaned forward with her mouth open, taking in just the head, running her tongue up and down on the underside of his pink helmet.
Homer thought he saw a slight smile at the edge of her thin lips as she started to bob her head up and down, taking in a little more and more of his dick.
Marge started bucking her hips as she moaned louder and louder. Suddenly she reached out and grabbed Patty’s hair, forcing her face against her snatch, spraying Patty’s face with her girl cum.
“Ohhhhh….that was nice. Hommie? Is Selma sucking your cock good? You about there?”
“Oh yeah Baby. A little more of this and Selma’s going to get her teeth whitened, He He He.”
“Oh Hommie. I think we should switch. I want to see Patty get her first taste of Man cum.”
“What?” exclaimed Patty, her face dripping with Marge’s juices. “You know I like girls, NOT MEN!”
“I know that sister dear, that’s exactly why you’re going to suck my hubby’s dick. Unless you want your butt beaten,... beaten until you beg Homer to let you suck him off.” Said Marge smiling sweetly.
Grumbling and cursing under her breath, Patty still on her knees, slowly moved over to Homer. Selma slowly crawled on her hands and knees over to Marge, her tail sticking up into the air. Without saying a word, Selma began to slowly lap up Marge’s spent juices off of her thighs and nibbling on her pussy.
Taking Homer’s cock in her hand, Patty looked at it like it was going to bite her.
“Go on cunt, stick it in your mouth and start sucking. You ain’t got all night ya know.” Homer grabbed Patty’s hair in his fist and forced her face down onto his dick.
“Guess you really DON’T know how to suck dick. Well, you just keep your mouth tight around that cock and I’ll do the rest.”
With that, Homer stood up, grabbed Patty by the sides of her head and began thrusting his hips, forcing his cock in and out of her mouth.
“Ohh Hommie, Selma is doing me sooo nice…. Oh yeah. That looks so hot...Face fuck that bitch.”
Homer, egged on by his wife, started pumping harder and faster.
“D’HOOOOOhhh”.
Homer rammed his fat prick down Patty’s throat , forcing her nose into his pubic hair as he shot load after load into her. Gagging, tears streaming down her cheeks, Patty could do nothing but kneel there allowing herself to be abused. Hoping Homer would finish quickly before she ran out of air.
“Ohhh… I cum..I cum.. I cummmm” screamed Marge, thrashing her whole body as a second orgasm washed over her.
Later that night, standing at the door, “Patty, Selma your cab is here. Enjoy your ride home.” Said Marge smiling sweetly.
“You can’t be serious. Give us a break Marge, at least let us put our coats on.” Pleaded Patty.
Patty and Selma stood before the open door, still dressed in their maid uniforms, pig snout covering their noses, tits out on full display and the little piggy tail butt plugs still firmly in place.
“Nope. You’re going to go out there just like that, walk down to the end of the driveway and get into that cab. After that, I don’t care. You can pick up your coats the next time we call you over.”
Again, grumbling under her breath Patty stepped out the door.
Waiting for her sister to get a few feet away, Selma turned toward Marge and threw her arms around her neck . Hugging Marge tightly Selma whispered in her ear, “oh thank you…thank you…. Say we’ll do this again… soon….please.”, and began nibbling on her ear lobe.
“Hmmm well… umm.. we’ll call you.” Whispered a startled Marge.
“Come ON Selma, get your fat ass out here, I’m not going to stand here on display forever, get a move on.”
Homer and Marge stood in the door way, watching the sisters walk down the driveway towards the awaiting cab, their piggy tails swishing as they walked.
End.
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