Field Trip

BY : Lennox
Category: +S through Z > Simpsons
Dragon prints: 1141
Disclaimer: I don't own The Simpsons. The characters are property of Disney/Fox and I'm not associated with the creators or owners of the show. This story is a work of fan-fiction. It was written for entertainment purposes and not intended for profit.

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Lisa squirmed on the bus seat, her idle hands doing whatever they could to keep themselves from darting between her legs. She tapped on the window sill, she fiddling with her thumbs, she even poked and scratched and gripped on the edge of her seat. But no matter what she did, Lisa could not escape the burning feeling inside her loins.

Lisa had awoken that morning to the soft and gentle touch of her father's fingertips brushing against her bare slit. As she opened her eyes, she could feel the thick digits slipping inside her.

      "Good morning, sweetie," Homer whispered. Lisa yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She made no attempt to push her father away. Since discovering sex with Homer and Bart, she had started sleeping naked every night. More often than not, one (or both) of them would slip into her bed for a quickie. Lisa learned quickly to always keep a pair of panties under her pillow for just such visits. Cum-stained underpants were much easier to hide in the wash than cum-stained sheets.

      "You feel like a quickie before school?" Homer asked. His two fingers slid easily in and out of her slit. Lisa nodded, noticing the bulge in his pajama pants.

      "Sure, Dad," she yawned again. Homer pulled off his pants and climbed on top of his daughter. Lisa spread her legs as wide as she could, and her father eased his cock inside her slit.

      "We'll have to be quick," Homer grunted as he pushed himself inside. “Your mother thinks I'm in the shower.               

      "Fffff.....fuck, dad," Lisa whispered. Homer started to pound his daughter. He usually wouldn't stand for that kind of language from his children. But there was something extra special about hearing Lisa swear during their lovemaking. Both Homer and Lisa only wanted a quick cum to start the day, and they were both willing to help each other out to get it. But after only a few minutes of Homer humping at his daughter, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door. Both Homer and Lisa froze. Their heads nervously turned toward the source of the sound.

      "Lisa? Are you awake? It's time to get up,” Marge called through the door. “Breakfast's ready, and it's time to get up for school."

      'Fuck,' Lisa mouthed. She sighed as she looked up at her father. Homer couldn’t say anything. With his daughter’s pussy hugging his cock, he anxiously awaited Lisa’s reply.       

      "Alright, Mom. I'm coming," Lisa finally called back. She found it oddly satisfying to talk to her mother while she had her father buried inside her.

      "Sorry, sweetie," Homer whispered as he pulled himself out. He stepped off the bed and picked up his pants. In case Marge was still outside, he quickly got dressed in the corner beside the door. Lisa slipped on her nightgown and slippers before she opened the door. Marge had moved on; and the hallway was now clear. Sadly, she gave the all-clear to Homer. Lisa began to make her way downstairs while Homer snuck back into his bedroom. She was already feeling the need for sex with her father. Her pussy had been teased with it, and that desire was rapidly growing within her. It was a need that would stay with her for most of the day.

Luckily for Lisa, she wasn't on the bus to school. She and the rest of her class were on their way to the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant. Her teacher, Miss Hoover, had planned this field trip a while ago. And while Lisa wasn't looking forward to skipping her lessons, she was now looking forward to sneaking away from her class to try and finish herself off.

Lisa found her chance shortly into the tour. Her class was led past a door marked 'Storage,' and Lisa was able to sneak inside. Lisa pressed her ear to the door as soon as she closed it. She held her breath and waited to hear if her absence had been noticed. Lisa let out a sigh when she decided it was safe. She turned around to find that she was inside a large supply room. Rows of metal shelves spread out along the room. Each one was littered with stationery, equipment, numerous boxes, and protective clothing. Lisa sat down behind one of the shelves. She toyed with the idea of removing her dress but decided it was better to keep it on. As much as she loved the feel of the cool air on her bare skin and the idea of being naked outside of home, she didn't want to take the risk. Lisa kicked off her shoes and pulled her dress from underneath her ass. She felt the cold floor through the thin fabric of her underpants and wasted no time slipping her hand inside them. Lisa almost shoved her fingers into her slit, quickly reaching her moist and warm depths. She used her other hand to lift her skirt and held the hem between her teeth. But Lisa soon realized that her fingers weren't going to be enough to satisfy her. She needed something bigger, something thicker and longer than her fingers. Her father was the first that came to mind, but she had no idea where he was in the Plant. She needed something now. Lisa licked her fingers clean and got to her feet. She began to browse the supply room, desperately searching for anything she could use. Pens? Not a chance; too thin and pointy. A stapler? Too thick and bulky. There had to be something else she could use.

Lisa rummaged through the shelves before she opened one of the boxes. She was disappointed to find it filled with paper. She moved to the next box; more paper. Third box; even more paper. Lisa was getting frustrated. If Homer could have only finished her off before breakfast, then she wouldn't be feeling this desperate.

      “Come on! There has to be something in here.” She moved onto the fourth box and almost ripped the lid flaps off. Inside was just what she had been looking for. The box was filled to its brim with green inanimate carbon rods. Lisa picked one up in her hand and looked it over. It was long; it was smooth; it was perfect. Lisa almost ran back to her shoes and sat down in her original spot. She desperately wanted to tear her panties from her waist, but she had to remind herself of the risk. Instead, Lisa pulled her underpants to the side and pressed the rod against her lips. It slid inside her nice and easy, far deeper than her fingers could reach. Lisa clenched her toes as she pushed it as far as she could. She tilted her head back against the wall, her jaw hanging open. With gentle panting, she started to move the rod in and out of her desperate slit.

      “Oh yeah,” she whispered. The rod was just what she needed. Lisa could already feel herself approaching her orgasm. Her body was quickly remembering the feeling it had lost earlier in the morning. She was getting close, just a little bit more...

      "Lisa! What are you doing in here?" Lisa's heart jumped in her chest. Slowly, she turned to look behind her. Miss Hoover stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, and a very stern look on her face. Lisa's mind raced. What could she say? What excuse could she give?

      "Ah, Miss Hoover? I, um...I wasn't feeling too well. I just wanted to sit down somewhere quietly and relax for a moment." Lisa didn't exactly lie. But now, she had been caught, and she would have to wait the rest of the day until she could get herself off. She swore under her breath.

      "Well, you should have come and told me instead of hiding in here. The Power Plant is dangerous, Lisa. You should know that. Now come on, the tour's almost over." Lisa was suddenly faced with the problem of the rod. Miss Hoover hadn't seen it yet, or what she was doing with it. But she couldn't exactly toss it aside either. After racking her brain for a second or two, Lisa realized that she had only one option. She pushed the rod inside her as far as her body would allow and slipped her panties over it. With slow and careful movements, she stood up and slipped her feet back into her shoes. With cautious steps, Lisa walked past Miss Hoover and back to the tour.

It felt weird to be walking around with the rod inside her cunt. Lisa could feel it rub and turn against her inner walls as she walked. It took several minutes to get used to it and walk naturally enough to avoid raising suspicion. Everywhere she looked, she felt the eyes of the employees upon her. The rod wasn’t completely inside her. Its tip protruded from her pussy and was held only by the fabric of her underpants. She could picture the circular tented panties in her mind, and she was incredibly grateful that she hadn’t taken them off in the storage room. It brought her a small sigh of relief to know that they weren't going to slip down as she moved. But with each step she took, the slight rubbing sent soft shivers up her spine. It never occurred to Lisa until now, but she felt that she might actually be able to cum in the middle of her class field trip. She bit her lip and mulled the idea over in her head. Did she really want to do that? Could she have her own little orgasm surrounded by her classmates? Lisa clenched her fists by her side and decided that she was damn well going to try. She needed to cum, and she knew that she could hide it. Lisa pushed the excursion from her mind and thought about her times with Bart and Homer. She tried to remember every single fuck session between them, every single time she'd taken their loads in her pussy, ass, or mouth. She realized that she was the family slut, but that only turned her on even more.

As the class moved on, Lisa realized that no mere amount of walking would get her off anytime soon. The rod felt great, but it just wasn't enough. If only Miss Hoover had let her have just ten more seconds. She could have squirted straight into her panties, felt so much better, and no one would be any the wiser. The rod was teasing her enough to stoke her fire. Her need was stronger than ever now. The rod inside her cunt was always reminding her body, making her worse off than she was before she found it. Lisa needed to find somewhere, and quickly. Another storage room, a bathroom, or even…

Miss Hoover’s class was lead through a set of sliding metal doors. Lisa was no longer paying attention to the tour guide. She was ignoring almost everything around her.

      “And here we have our safety inspector....” Lisa snapped back to attention at the words ‘safety inspector.’ Her father was the safety inspector! She looked up just as Homer swiveled around in his chair. It took every ounce of self-control to keep herself from jumping into his arms. Instead, Lisa offered a small but desperate wave. A few of the other kids in her class noticed this and giggled to themselves, but Lisa ignored them. To them, it was a childish joke that she saw her father while on their field trip. Something she’d probably be teased about for days. But Lisa didn’t care. The only thing that she wanted was sitting at the other end of the room. The guide explained Homer’s office to the group while Lisa’s eyes remained locked upon its worker. But they started to move again, and Lisa panicked. She wasn’t going to let this chance get away from her. She awkwardly ran to her teacher at the back of the group, the rod still buried inside her. Seeing her father had made her forget about it altogether.

      “Miss Hoover, I’m still not feeling too well. Could I stay here for a bit?” Miss Hoover looked up at Homer and then back down at Lisa.

      “I don’t see why not,” she said. Elizabeth looked back up at Homer. “We’ll be in the cafeteria when we’re done. The bus will pick us up at one-thirty.”

      “One-thirty, you got it!” Homer said. Lisa launched herself into her father’s arms as soon as Miss Hoover had left the room. She went to kiss him, but Homer turned his face so her lips met with his cheek instead. Lisa was a little taken back by this. Homer winked at her and put his finger to his lips. Homer had a DVD player sitting on the top of his workstation, with a cable hanging from a security camera above it. He quickly connected it to the DVD player and switched it on. In Mr. Burns’ office, the image of Homer on the security monitors flickered and changed. One moment, he had his daughter on the seat; the next, he was sitting with his feet up on the console and pretending to read a book on Nuclear Safety. Mr. Burns had failed to notice the change and none the wiser.

      “Now, where were we?” He muttered as he picked up his daughter and sat back down.

      “Right about here,” Lisa grinned. She grabbed the collar on her father’s shirt and kissed him deeply. With his mouth and tongue against Lisa’s, Homer reached out beside him and flicked a red switch on his console. The doors that surrounded his office locked shut, giving them plenty of privacy.

      “Oh, Dad,” Lisa murmured as she broke the kiss. “I’ve wanted this all day since we could finish this morning... argh! It’s been driving me crazy!”

      “I know, sweetie. Me too,” Homer muttered as he kissed her again. His hand reached under her skirt, sliding up against her legs, up to her panties, and finally...

      “What the...?” Homer felt the bulge in the fabric. He lifted Lisa’s skirt and pulled her panties to the side, revealing the dull green rod that was sticking out from her cunt.

      “D’oh, stupid inanimate carbon rod.” He could still recall how it won Worker of the Week over him and how it was hailed as a national hero for saving the space shuttle. And now it was buried inside of his daughter. Homer gripped the edge of it with his fingers and pulled it gently from Lisa’s depths. Her moan was almost like a dagger to his heart.

Homer almost slammed the rod down on the back of his console. It felt satisfying to know that he would finally beat it. This rod may have been inside her, but Homer would never allow himself to be beaten when it came to his daughter.

      “Now, shall we carry on where we left off?” Homer asked. Lisa nodded eagerly as she slid off his lap. She reached for his fly and pulled the zipper down. She felt the jolt of her father’s cock as her hands brushed over his underpants. She quickly pulled him out through his open zipper. Gazing at his shaft with her hand around its base, she wanted to lean in and kiss it. Lisa wanted to sink her lips down his length and suck him off until he came in her mouth. But that wouldn’t make her cum. Her body had been begging for that wonderful feeling all day long. She wasn’t going to deny it any longer. Homer lifted Lisa onto his lap. Lisa pulled her panties aside, and Homer pushed her down on his shaft.

Lisa almost came straight away. After all these hours, her pussy was finally stretching back around her father’s dick. He was inside her again, filling her up and scratching her itch. She was suddenly so close, pushed back to the edge of her climax. Lisa quivered as she was filled; her toes clenched inside her red shoes. She sighed and rested her head against Homer’s chest, and she looked up at him with a lustful look.

      “Fuck me, daddy,” she whispered to him. Homer lifted his daughter as he rose from his chair, and Lisa placed her hands firmly on the edge of his work station. Homer held his daughter’s hips, her legs dangling above the ground, as he started to thrust himself inside her. He moved his hips back and forth, pushing and pulling himself in and out of her soaked cunt. Neither of them knew they would last long; they’d both been pent up all day, both unable to relieve themselves. But Homer still did his best to keep it going as long as he could. Lisa, however, had finally reached her orgasm. It felt like her eyes were rolling into the back of her head. Her legs twitched, and one of her shoes slipped off her foot and fell to the floor. The girl gripped the edge of the console as her orgasm ripped through her small body.

      “Finally!” she thought to herself as her orgasmic bliss coating her father’s cock. She didn’t say anything, but she knew Homer could feel it. Each thrust into Lisa bumped her against the workstation console. Unbeknownst to either of them, the inanimate carbon rod was being nudged closer and closer to the edge each time. It shook and rolled with each thrust. It dropped off and fell amongst the levers and buttons. Homer and Lisa didn’t notice it rolling down the angled control station, knocking and flipping a red switch on its way onto the floor. The doors to Homer’s office behind them clicked quietly as they unlocked.

      “Oh, Lisa... fuck... ” Homer cried. He gave one final thrust before filling his daughter with the same seed that made her almost nine years ago. Homer panted as he came inside her, collapsing back into his chair and pulling her with him. They were both spent, both finally reaching their orgasms that their bodies had been demanding since breakfast.

      “Wow, Dad,” Lisa panted and rested against his chest. “That was almost worth the wait.” She swung her legs and kicked her other shoe off her foot. Homer looked a little disappointed.

      “What do you mean ‘almost worth’?” he demanded. Surely Lisa didn’t think that he could have done better, that he could have held his pent up orgasm longer for her.

      “No, Dad. I loved it. I’ve just been craving this all morning. I don’t want to go for several hours on edge again. I think I would have gone crazy if I didn’t get to cum. I would have dragged Bart into the bathrooms during lunch if we didn’t do this field trip today.” Homer’s disappointed face vanished, and he smiled. He kissed the top of her head while he was still buried inside her.

      “Hey, Homer. You wanna sneak out and go to Moe’s for a bit?” Both Homer and Lisa froze as Lenny and Carl walked through the unlocked door behind them. Still buried inside his daughter, there wasn’t much he could do. Lisa quickly smoothed over her dress, and Homer spun around. Lenny and Carl were both a little taken back after seeing Lisa sitting on her father’s lap.   

      “Sorry, guys. I’ve got my little girl here. But I could sneak out a bit later, say... one-thirty?”

      “What’s she doing here, Homer?” Carl asked. “This place isn’t exactly safe for kids.” Lenny snapped his fingers, quickly putting two and two together.

      “Hang on, Carl,” Lenny asked. “Isn’t there a class trip wandering around?” Lisa nodded, and she couldn’t help secretly clenching down on her father’s shaft in front of his friends.

“Yes, there is,” she smiled at them. “I wasn’t feeling too well, so I’m staying here for a bit.”

      “Well, that settles it. One-thirty it is, Homer,” Carl said. He and Lenny turned and walked out of his office. Homer and Lisa both sighed with relief when the doors closed. Lisa realized that she had almost been caught every time she tried to get herself off today. Homer swung his chair back around and started looking for what could have unlocked the doors.

      “I know I locked those doors,” he muttered as he clasped his fingers around the switch. He even tested it a couple of times to make sure it was working fine.

      “Down there,” Lisa said. Homer followed his daughter’s pointing finger. His gaze fell on the rod, lying motionless on the floor. He held Lisa as he bent down to pick it up. Homer grasped it in his fist and glared at the green cylinder.

      “Lousy rod,” he grunted. “You’re always out to get me.”

      “You don’t need that, do you, Dad?” Lisa asked. Homer froze, only his gaze moving to look at his daughter.

      “Why?” he asked. With the history he had with the rod, Homer almost dreaded her answer.

      “I could take it home with me. I can use it when you’re not around. Because I got it from the Plant, it’ll help me think of you when I use it.” Homer was worried that the rod would replace him and his spot inside his daughter, but he felt relieved when Lisa said the rod would only remind her of him. In his mind, it was a victory over the rod. It was his first victory over the rod. Homer smiled and handed it to his daughter.

      “Of course, honey. We don’t really need it here. After all, it’s just an inanimate carbon rod.”

      “Thanks, Dad!” Lisa cheered as she slipped off him. She kept her panties to the side, and she eased the rod back inside her cunt. She didn’t care that she’d leak cum. Her panties would catch her father’s drips.

Homer held Lisa’s hand as he walked her to the cafeteria. Miss Hoover and her class were finishing up lunch and preparing to board the bus back to school. Homer bent down and hugged Lisa; she didn’t care that the whole class was probably watching her. She was the happiest girl in the world.

      “I have to ask Lisa,” Homer said. “Where’d you find that thing anyway?”

      “The rod? I found it in a supply room while I was trying to... um, finish,” Lisa muttered that last word so that only her father could hear her. “There was a box full of them. So I don’t think the Plant would notice if one was missing.” Homer’s expression fell, and Lisa turned her head just in time to see her class starting to shuffle outside.

      “I gotta go. I’ll see you at home.” Lisa kissed her father’s cheek and went to rejoin her class. Homer hadn’t moved, his mind still processing what Lisa had said.

      “A box...? Filled... filed with inanimate carbon rods?” he muttered to himself.

He would never get Worker of the Week now.



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