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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1
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Episode 5 – Breaking in Marge
The school bus was late, possibly held up by another giant caterpillar in the road. Bart wasn't too bothered, it gave him a chance to speak to Steve Smith.
“Hi budaroony,” Steve greeted him warmly as soon as they made eye contact.
“Hey,” Bart said with a shudder. He couldn't stand the kid, but needs must, “I've been meaning to ask you for a favor.”
“Anything for you my main man,” Steve beamed back.
“Look,” Bart dug deep, determined to get through the conversation without punching the dweeb. “Back when I met you creeping about the hospital, you told me there was money to be made selling porn online.”
“Yeah moolah galore,” Steve cut in.
“Well, I've got a few videos now, could you help me turn them into cash?”
Steve's chest puffed out with self-importance, “I can help you out there. I posted that video of the doctor and the nurse yesterday. I've made nearly thirty sense off it already. By the end of the week I'll probably have five dollars,” he waggled his eyebrows and grinned like an idiot.
“Thirty sense,” Bart clenched his fists despite himself, “You call that Money Galore?”
“Well it's armature footage, and the angles were all wrong,” Steve babbled, “I mean if I could get some proper equipment, my own website, and some willing models. Well then I'd be in business. But as it stands,” he trailed off looking at his feet to avoid Bart's furious glare.
“So if you had all that stuff you could actually make some real money?” Bart demanded.
“Don't you doubt it,” Steve insisted, “The infrastructure is all there. I just lack investment, if you can find me that, then oh boy.”
Barts mind raced, rethinking his plans, “How much money have you got on you right now?” he asked.
“Five dollars,” Steve replied looking confused.
“Who else has five dollars?” Bart shouted loudly to the waiting crowd. Mostly every one raised an uncertain hand. Nodding to himself, a new plan fell into place in Bart's mind.
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“Welcome home honey,” Marge shouted as soon as Bart entered the door “How was your first day back?”
“It was... eventful,” Bart said looking his Mum up and down.
She wore her traditional green dress, but filled it out far better, with a pair of ginormous teardrop breasts. It was also cut lower to show off a bit of cleavage and her always bare shoulders, were testament to the fact she wasn't wearing a bra.
He resisted the urge to tell her he'd got a lap dance, been forced to eat out his new principal then blackmailed his teacher into fucking him. Instead, he asked, “Where's Lisa, she wasn't on the bus?”
“Oh, Lisa does a lot of after-school activities these days,” his Mum explained.
“Shame,” Bart sighed “You'll have to do then.”
“Do what?” Marge asked, but the doorbell went before she could press the point.
She opened it to find Milhouse, bent over double completely out of breath.
“I came as soon as I heard the plan,” Milhouse managed to say in-between wheezes.
“Lisa's not here,” Bart told him flatly, “It's just Mum.”
“Oh,” he only looked crestfallen for a moment. “I guess she'll do.”
“Do what?” Marge asked again as Bart lead his friend through to the living room. She trotted after them looking flustered.
When she got to the living room Milhouse was sitting on the couch. A large glass jar sat on the ground next to him with a single bill in it.
“Where did that come from?” Marge asked yet more confused.
“It's the tip jar,” Bart explained, “I know how short we are on cash, so I invited some friends round. I thought we could hang out and have some fun. Everyone is going to tip five dollars as an attendance fee.”
“But,” Marge looked panicked now, “The fridge is empty, there aren't any drinks, heck the TV doesn't even work. They disconnected it months ago.”
“Oh dear,” Bart put on a show of being shocked, “And we desperately need the money as well.” He drummed his fingers against his jaw in mock thought. “Well, I guess you'll have to look after them extra well to compensate.”
“OK,” Marge agreed but still looked worried, “What exactly am I meant to do?”
“Is there anything you'd like my Mum to do Milhouse?” Bart asked innocently.
“Um,” Milhouse wrung his hands together looking nervous. “Um,” he was breathing heavily, close to hyperventilating when he shouted, “Show me your boobs.”
“Young man,” Marge reprimanded him and he threw his hands over his mouth in shock.
“Milhouse,” Bart pretended to be shocked, but inwardly thanked the geek, he couldn't have played his part better if they'd scripted it. “Although, five dollars is five dollars.”
Marge blinked a couple times at this, obviously torn. Bart knew she had been whoring herself out for twenty dollars a pop, so flashing her tit's for a five would seem like a bargain. She just didn't want her son to know what she'd been up to.
Bart pressed a bit harder, “I did hear rumors in school,” he stated, “About the things, you and Lisa have been up to.”
Marge spun to face him shocked. The color drained from her face, “Oh no, I'm so sorry baby, we just did what we had to do to survive.” Once the flood gates were open she started to babble uncontrollably, “It's just when you're father destroyed everything we were shunned, no one would speak to us, let alone help us. We had to do what we had to do, I'm so, so sorry.”
“It's OK,” Bart said soothingly, moving close to her and rubbing her side, “It's not your fault like you said, you were just doing what you had to do. You needed the money.” he paused for a moment, bunching a handful of Marge's dress into his hand, “You still need the money, don't you?”
“Yes,” Marge whispered, “We really do.” She swallowed tearing up a little, “We're going to lose the house.”
“Oh no,” Bart gasped. In truth, he'd already guessed that must be the case, given just how desperate they were for money. “Well, I guess you still have to do, what you have to do then don't you?”
Marge nodded and Bart tightened his grip on her dress slowly pulling it down.
“You're just showing them to someone, nothing new,” he encouraged her, inch by inch tugging the dress down over her enormous cleavage.
“Oh boy,” Milhouse called out excitedly when the dress slipped past the point of no return, pinging tight again round her waist. Her giant yellow melons flopped out, and they were incredible. Each one was larger than Bart's head and topped with a large orange nipple.
“They're out,” Bart said with a shrug to his friend, “Is there something you want to do?”
Milhouse fumbled desperately with his shorts, eventually managing to pull them down and start beating at his short stubby erection.
“Really, you should at least be putting on a bit of a show for him,” Bart prompted his Mum. He pulled out his phone and, remembering Roberta's dance, started playing Britney Spears Toxic.
Marge trying her hardest not to look at either Milhouse or her son, Marge started her best attempt at a sexy dance. She swayed her hips around sexily and squeezed her oversized hooters.
“Honey, I really don't think you should be watching this,” she said.
Before Bart could answer doorbell rang again. He darted off to answer it, leaving his Mum to entertain Milhouse.
“Way hey my man,” Steve greeted him excitedly as soon as the door opened. Bart clenched his jaw, god he hated this guy. Behind Steve were Snot, Barry, and Toshi. “I take it we're in the right place,” Steve said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“This way,” Bart replied with a blank face, leading them through to the living room. “Just remember to put your money in the jar.”
To his annoyance, his Mum had hoisted up her dress hiding her tits. She stared surprised at the new arrivals.
“Bart,” she whispered, “Who are all these boys?”
“I told you I'd invited friends,” Bart reminded her, keeping up the innocent act, “Grab a seat boys.”
Each boy dropped five dollars into the jar on their way to their seats. Steve and Snot took up position on either side of Milhouse and Barry and Toshi jumped on the single-seater couches on either side of the room.
“Oh my,” Marge said looking at the jar, then looking uncertainly around at the boys. “Um, I take it you are here to see these?” she said lowering her top and beginning her dance again, a little more confidently.
“Oh boy,” Steve smiled happily and Toshi said something in Japanese.
“Your bouncy bits are making downstairs Barry happy,” Barry announced.
Soon all of the boys had their cocks out and were jerking off to Marge's topples show.
“There's twenty-five dollars in that jar,” Bart reminded his Mother, “I think they should get to see a bit more than that.”
“OK sweetie,” Marge agreed, “It just feels strange doing this in front of you,”
Bart didn't tell her that he was just getting started. He just watched as she worked slowly raising her dress into her dance. Slowly she worked it up until her neat blue bush and yellow ass cheeks were on show for the masturbating boys.
It was Snot who was bold enough to ask, “Can we touch them?”
“I don't think so,” Marge started uncertainly.
“Mum,” Bart cut her off, “They're paying customers.” he folded his arms and put on a stern look.
“I suppose,” Marge agreed reluctantly. She moved over to stand in front of the couch.
“Best kneel down,” Bart suggested, and she lowered herself to her knees just in front of Milhouse.
All the boys moved at once grabbing for her, swarming all over her with their hands. Toshi and Barry rushed in from their seats, so she was completely surrounded. Hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, her ass, her thighs, some of the braver ones even reached down for her pussy.
“Hey,” Marge complained, “Calm down, try to be gentle.”
The doorbell rang again.
“Have fun boys," Bart instructed his friends as he went to answer it, "She's yours to play with.”
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“What's up loser,” Nelson said when Bart answered the door. He had arrived with his usual partner Chris Griffin.
“Get bent,” Bart said the second
he saw who it was, making to slam the door.
“Woah,” Nelson said before he got the chance. “I ain't wearing the sash,” he indicated the missing hall monitor sash, “What happens in work stays in work, we're off duty now. Word is you're having a party and we have money to burn.”
“I'd have to charge you double,” Bart said shrewdly.
Nelson just shrugged and Bart ushered the two in.
By the time they got to the living room things had escalated. Steve and Snot had claimed a breast each and were greedily sucking on the nipples. Milhouse was in-between them, hot-dogging his cock up and down Marge's chest while Toshi did the same thing to her ass. Barry, for some reason, was stroking the side of her face singing a lullaby.
“Um Bart,” Marge said as soon as she saw Bart, “This seems to be getting out of hand.”
“Wow your Mum's a whore,” Chris shouted surveying the scene. “My Mum's a whore too, we should be friends.”
“Whatever,” Bart said dryly, “Just put your ten bucks in the jar, then you can do whatever you want with her.”
“Wait,” Marge said alarmed, “Not anything.”
Marge tried to protest as the two newcomers advanced on her far more assertively than any of the other boys.
“You heard the man, slut,” Nelson said shouldering his way through the throng of Boys.
He grabbed her hair and tugged her face towards his crotch. Pulling his cock out of his shorts he stuffed it into Marge's mouth.
Bart wasn't sure if it was shock or automatic pilot kicking in, but his Mum didn't resist. She passively allowed Nelson to start roughly forcing his cock in and out of her mouth.
On the other side, Chris grabbed one of Marge's free hands and pulled it towards his cock. “This is what my Mum has us do to the girls who get detention,” he said stupidly, “It's for your own good,” he assured her.
Nelson and Chris quickly took complete control of the party. They took it in quick turns, pumping their cocks into Marge's mouth in what looked like a practiced routine. Marge was only left a few seconds to catch her breath every time they swapped but seemed accustomed to such treatment.
“Hey what gives,” Steve complained loudly, “We paid our money too.”
“Yeah,” Barry agreed, “We want a turn on the bouncy lady.”
Bart instinctively wanted to tell Steve to stop whining, but he had a point. “Come on boys,” he interjected, “You all need to share her. How about you take an end each?”
Nelson just gave one of his shrugs and pulled a saliva-coated cock from deep in Marge's throat. He let her fall in a panting heap on the ground as they all quickly reorganized themselves.
“Boy's,” Marge panted, “There's no need to rush, I can take care of you one at a time.” She turned pleadingly to Bart, “Honey do we have to do it like this?”
“I'm afraid so Mum,” he sighed, “If you want to fill up that jar, you're going to need to handle more than one cock at a time.”
Marge had just enough time to make one of her trademark groans before Nelson pushed her up into doggy position.
“You don't have to be so rough,” she reprimanded him.
This got a classic Nelson, “Haha,” before he moved in behind her, pushing himself into her pussy.
As Nelson fucked one end, Steve and his friends jostled for position on the other. Steve managed to get to the front of the pack pointing his erect cock straight at Marge's face.
“Get sucking,” he commanded her imperiously.
Marge opened her mouth just as a particularly hard thrust from Nelson knocked her forward. More than half of Steve's cock disappeared into her mouth in one go and he instantly started shouting, “Oh my god, oh my god.”
His entire body arched and his cries changed to, “Oh god no, god no, not yet.” But it was too late, he stepped back from Marge, his cock already spraying out cum. Somehow he managed to miss her entirely squirting his load uselessly on the floor in front of him.
“Pathetic,” Snot laughed elbowing Steve out of the way.
Marge flinched at the smell of his clearly unwashed penis but had nowhere to flee as he pushed it into her mouth. Trying to back away from the horrible taste, all Marge managed to do was push herself back onto Nelsons cock.
“Oh, you like it don't you,” the bully declared, starting to fuck her even harder.
Marge struggled, shaking her head from side to side trying to dislodge Snot's foul-tasting cock. Nelsons constant pounding from behind made this impossible and Snot pumped himself into her mouth.
Fortunately for her, he only lasted a couple of minutes before shouting out some incoherent gibberish and cumming deep down her throat.
Toshi now pushed the rapidly deflating Snot aside, beating an embarrassingly small erection. He let out a screeching Japanese battle cry and charged forward plunging into Marge's mouth. His paltry pecker was barely a mouth full, but he thrust in and out zealously.
At a whisper from Chris Nelson released Marge and slapped her hard on the ass.
“I take it that means you want to change position?” Marge asked freeing her mouth from Toshi.
She let the boys manoeuvrer her into a cowgirl position, with Nelson below her.
She started to ride him gently joking, “You know you should learn to share with your friend.”
Her expression changed though when Chris moved in behind her catching her ass cheeks and spreading them apart.
“Wait no,” she cried, “One at a time.”
Her arguments were cut short as Toshi grabbed a hold of her hair, pulling her down and pushing his micro dick back into her face.
Chris lined himself up behind Marge and without as much as a bit of spit for lube, he pressed his tip into her asshole. Marge bucked and tried to say something but Toshi's frantic attempts to face fuck her made speech impossible
Soon Chris and Nelson reached a rhythm with Nelson pumping up bellow Marge and Chris slowly working himself deeper into her ass.
“Kamakazi,” Toshi screamed. He stepped back from Marge his tinny cock exploding with a surprising amount of cum. The seamen struck Marge square in the face coating her left eye.
“Why always in the eyes?” she cried half-blinded. “And you boys, please be gentle,” she added to Chris and Nelson, “I don't usually take two at the same time.”
“Mine will make it four,” Barry announced, excitedly whipping out a massive elephant-like penis.
“Oh my,” Marge's jaw dropped open.
“Here you go nice lady,” Barry smiled as he took Toshi's place. He pulled Marge's face down just like his friend had, forcing his huge manhood into her mouth.
Marge's eye's widened and tears streamed down the sides of her face as he worked the Massive piece of meat down her throat.
“You're not going anywhere,” Chris muttered to himself, as Marge struggled. “Take my cock, Mum.” he went on, ignoring her flailing hands slapping at both him and Barry trying to tell them to stop. He just increased his speed pumping in and out of her ass, his large frame smacking into her ass cheeks with every thrust.
“You look like my last bunny before it went to sleep,” Barry told Marge as she turned purple, her struggling starting to weaken.
“Jesus, you boy's have got issues.” Bart shook his head, then clapped loudly. “Come on guys, let's finish this up. Before, you know, you kill my mum.”
“OK,” Barry agreed, “It's sad when they go still.”
The three boys released Marge and dis-tangled themselves from her. She lay on the ground desperately sucking in air, still half-blind from the load she'd taken in the face.
“You're not done yet Lady,” Nelson told her dragging her back up onto her knees.
All three boys surrounded her beating themselves off furiously. Marge managed to compose herself enough to tilt her head back and stick out her tongue, waiting for their loads.
Chris was the first to go, firing his spunk in a line across the side of her face, then squeezing the last few drops out onto her waiting tongue. Seconds later Nelson finished on her other side. He, probably deliberately, came right in her good eye, completely blinding her.
“You look silly,” Barry announced from right in front of her, and with a grunt his huge cock started to fire out seemingly endless volleys of cum. It splattered all over her face and down onto her tit's leaving nearly her whole upper torso glazed.
“Well done boys,” Bart congratulated his school friends. “I hope you all enjoyed yourselves. Now if you could put on you're pants and get the hell out of my house.”
The boys grumbled a bit as Bart unceremoniously badgered them towards the door, but all left feeling satisfied.
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“I can't believe I just let them do that,” Marge mumbled to herself, whipping her face clean with a T towel Bart had given her.
When she managed to de crust her eyes she looked from side to side, shocked. Bart and Milhouse stood on either side of her, stripped naked, their half-erect cocks inches from her face.
“Did you forget about us did you Mrs. S.?” Milhouse asked excitedly.
“Not you too,” Marge moaned, clearly meaning Bart.
“Hey, hey,” Bart said softly to his mother moving in to give her a cuddle. “It's going to be OK. I know things were rough while I was away, but it's all going to be better now.”
While he talked, Bart took the opportunity to have his first real play with Marge's enormous new tits. She did nothing to stop him, exhaustion from the gang bang had left her completely malleable. Bart lowered down onto her back on the floor and continued exploring with her hands.
“You see what I've organized already,” he said indicating the jar of money, “I'm going to take care of you now, you don't have to worry about a thing.”
“But Bart,” Marge tried to use the little energy she had left to reason with her son. “I'm your Mother, all this is just wrong. I should be looking after you.”
Bart stepped over her straddling her torso, he held his erection down so his tip hovered an inch above her face. Milhouse slipped in behind him, taking his own chance to start groping Marge again.
“Yes, you're right. It is
wrong that you aren't able to take care of me,” Bart agreed, easily twisting her logic. “But since you can't I'll just have to take care of all of us. That's good of me isn't it?”
“Yes Bart,” Marge agreed confused and overwhelmed.
“All you have to do is what you're told,” Bart explained pushing his cock lower so it rested right on his mother's lips. “I exchange I'll take care of everything. Do you understand?”
“Mmhmm” his Mum mumbled back, not wanting to open her mouth with his cock resting on it.
“Come on,” Bart sighed, his voice still calm and reassuring “I'm saying that I'm going to save our family from ruin. The least you could do is thank me.”
“Thank you,” Marge mumbled barely opening her lips.
“You know how I want you to thank me,” Bart pressed, his voice becoming just a little firmer.
Marge hesitated for a long second before kissing the very tip of Bart's cock. He thought he would have to keep leading her, but she parted her lips taking him into her mouth. With her eyes tightly closed she started a gentle almost loving blowjob.
Milhouse seized the opportunity moving down in-between her legs and slipping himself inside the distracted housewife. Marge Barley reacted as he started excitedly fucking her like a horny Jack Russell.
“Yeah that's it,” Bart encouraged. “I'm in charge now, you do what I want when I want.”
“Yes dear,” Marge agreed pulling his cock out of her mouth for a second and darting her tongue across his tip.
She caught on quick Bart thought taking hold of his cock and rubbing it over her face.
“Are really are going to be my dirty little plaything?” he asked experimentally.
“If you're going to take care of us then I guess I owe you that much,” Marge reasoned, letting him slap his cock lightly on her face.
“Good little slut,” he grinned. Marge's eyes widened at his language, but he pushed his cock back into her mouth before she could say anything and she started sucking obediently.
His mother's utter submissiveness was too much for Bart and he felt himself building up to a climax. He was torn between playing with his new toy further and his desire to fill his Mum's mouth with his cum.
Marge must have sensed what was coming, removing the cock from her mouth once more she asked, “Are you going to cum for Mummy?”
That was all it took, Bart erupted less than an inch from her face. Warm cum sprayed over and into he open mouth, liberally coating her lips and running down the sides of her face.
“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” Milhouse repeated over and over a few seconds later depositing his own seed deep in Marge's pussy.
Both boys clambered off of the cum drenched and filled woman exchanging a quick high five.
“I guess we're done here then?” Marge asked reaching for the T towel she had used to clean herself off last time.
With impeccable timing, the doorbell went again.
Bart gave his mother an apologetic smile as the naked Milhouse went to answer the door, “I may have invited a few more friends.”
Another half dozen boys filed into the room, dropping their money into the jar then surrounding the hapless Marge.
This time she offered no resistance, allowing the over eager boys to position her as they pleased. She sucked, fucked, or jerked anything that was pushed in her direction. Soon enough the boys were drained and she was coated in a fresh layer of cum.
Before this lot of boys had re-dressed doorbell was ringing again and a fresh batch descended on her.
Over and over the cycle went on. The jar slowly filled higher and higher as Marge was pulled around the living room and fucked in every conceivable position and combination by a seemingly endless stream of boys.
By the time night fell the large glass jar was overflowing with five-dollar notes and Marge was a cum-drenched mess. She lay on her back in the middle of the living room floor, her dress simply gone, ripped to shreds, mumbling incoherently.
“Well I think that's us done,” Bart said brightly, standing over her with the jar of money.
“Did we do good?” she asked faintly, her throat torn to shreds by countless teenaged cocks.
“We did great” Bart grinned, inspecting the jar. He pulled one of the fives dollar notes out and let it fall down onto her naked body. “Here's your cut. I'm heading to bed, it's been a long day.”
He headed for the stairs, leaving his mother sprawled out on the living room floor.
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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1