Marge Simpson adjusted the short form fitting green dress she had on. It was really more of a towel then a piece of fabric. It hugged her generous sides and thighs. Her large GG cup tits were constantly spilling out of it. Her bare shoulders were swept clean by the bright summer wind and sunshine. She knew that the dress was a little ridiculous, but she loved it! She had worn something similiar to it for years and years. Along with the pearls around her neck. Which were a family heirloom after all.
She shifted the laundry basket in her arms and props it against one of her generous motherly hips. Three kids had cartwheeled out of those things! (And according to the doctors she was still fertile! In fact they were certain that if Homer wasn't infertile she probably would have had at least six more kids) and ducked underneath the doorframe. She really had to deal with the amount of hair that she had piled on top of her head. Sometimes it would really just get in the way. But she knew that it looked cute. So she kept the haircut. Marge wiped her forehead as she entered her bedroom. It was just so hot for a February day.
Lisa would probably blame it on Climate Change. All Marge knew was that it was now possible to grow oranges in Alaska now so that was pretty neat. Marge blamed the nuclear power plant. It released a ton of excess radiation into the atmosphere and probably contributed to some sort of secondary mutations in the weather and surrounding environment.
Marge placed the large basket full of laundry on the bed and stretched luxuriously.
"Whoops!" She shouted. Her massive maternal melons had popped right out of her top. She sighed and readjusted the dress. She looked over her shoulder and let out her signature 'hrrrrmmmm.' She must have put on a bit of weight or something. Her butt was practically falling out of the poor dress! It was actually forcing the fabric to ride up her sides and expose most of her thong and lower legs. Marge readjusted the dress and sighed. She went to spin class and watched what she ate and still this happened. At least it was firm and full and didn't even have a hint of sag. She was just...curvier compared to the average woman.
Marge blinked. There was a small present seated on an end table on the wall.
"Oh Homer." She sighed with her honeyed gravel voice. It was always so sweet of him to remember something as important as Valentines Day! She walked over with a hum, kicking off her house slippers. She grabbed the box with both hands and tried to lift it up. It wouldn't budge.
"What the hell?" Marge grumbled. SHe gripped it with both hands and pulled up and out a little. She growled. It was attached to the table? She grabbed the end table and yanked it away from the wall. The box floated in midair, still attached to the wall.
"Oh Homie." Marge sighed and shook her head in exasperation. Probably too much glue to hold down the wrapping paper. She could still at least open up the box. She grabbed the bow and undid it. The entire box quickly came apart, as if the bow was the only thing keeping the brightly wrapped pink and purple package closed. Marge didn't know what she was looking at for a moment.
And then the cock twitched. Marge let out a yelp and fell backwards. She scowled, blinked, fumed, and then groaned.
"Really Homer?!" She shouted out, shocked, amazed, vaguely disgusted. After all this was beyond juvenile! This was something that a twenty year old newlywed would think was hot! She shook her head in amazed disgust. "All you did was ruin a perfectly good wall mister! I hope that you have your tool belt on! Because the only thing that you are going to be getting is a stern talking to! As soon as you patch up that wall!"
Marge slapped the wall again for good measure. The cock twitched again. Almost as if it was taunting her. She glowered down at it. Crossing her arms and tapping her bare foot. Waiting for it to retreat so that he could actually talk to her. She waited. And waited. And waited.
'That certainly is a big cock though.' Marge thought to herself. One of her thumbs went to her mouth and she bit it. She looked it up and down 'Hefty too. I wonder how much it weighs.'
He must have washed and put on some cologne too. Because it actually smelled rather enticing. Marge gulped. It had to be Homer! No one else in the house would think to do something as lewd and obscene and just harebrained as this! But that cock...
Homer Simpson's dick was a respectable seven inches. The average size for full grown men in their earlier forties in his shape. But this dick...It was well over that. In fact...
Marge went to her vanity and took out a measuring spool. She used it on dresses and whenever she was mending things. She reached out and pinched the tip of the cock by the foreskin. She lifted upwards and with a practiced flick of her wrist measured it. She blinked.
"No way." She mumbled. She looked. Yep it was right. Fourteen and three quarters inches! She wrapped the measuring tape around the shaft and felt her breath hitch in her chest. It was well over three inches. "Homer?! You tell me right now if you've engaged in some sort of crazy experiment to make this thing larger!"
She waited for a few seconds. No answer. She realized that she felt a growing heat in her hand. She looked down, almost like a magic trick the dick was getting bigger, veins were standing out, the head was peeking out like a turtle from its shell. She gulped. He was getting hard. Her hand rolled down his cock, feeling every inch, every vein, every last heartbeat. It was so rhythmic! And strong! And...
She sniffed the air before leaning down and giving that cock a mighty whiff. It smelled so clean and fresh.
"Oh...God...Homer..." She felt her core tighten and her head grow heavy and hot. She knew that this was incredibly lewd. But...Was there really anything wrong with a husband and wife making their lives a little kinkier behind their own closed windows?
"Okay mister. I admit it. I like my present. But you had better fix up this hole the moment we are done understand?" She said threateningly. She gripped and squeezed the cock and it bounced up and down in her hands. Almost as if it was nodding yes yes yes!
Marge took a deep breath. She gave the cock head a quick kiss. Then a longer one. Right on the head. Her tongue darted out for a moment. Then it lingered. She began to bob her head. Slowly sucking the massive cock that was filling up her mouth. It was so big! And it was only getting bigger and harder! It was yummy too. As if it had a strange sweetness underneath a tangy sour layer. Marge felt a moan vibrate through her chest before popping out from between her thick lips.
"I've never made that noise before in my life!" She gargled around the cock. But because her mouth was so full it was more like a muffled prolonged MMMMMM
Marge's eyes crossed. She was squatting on the floor. Her ankles pressed into her buttocks. She felt her dress slide down and let her melons pop free. She wiggled her hips and gave them a couple of little shakes and boom boom her butt cheeks were free. She did not feel the dress drip down her body like a finely spilled wine. But it slowly made its way up and down. Worming it's way across her body until she was practically nude. She reached behind her back and undid her bra strap. Her breasts were now totally free. Her long nipples were rubbing up against the wall.
She hadn't even been aware of it but she had made it all the way to the base! She had the entire cock straight in her mouth! And all she was doing was gulping, slurping, letting it tickle her tonsils. Her lips were stretched to the limit. She placed her hands up the wall. Slowly creeping them upwards. Further and further. Higher and higher, until they were flicking at the family pictures that she had up there. In her left hand was her sweet young daughter Lisa, and special little guy Bart. This was taken a few years ago, when Bart had just turned twenty and Lisa had just turned eighteen. The years went so fast! Marge wondered where they went sometimes.
In her other hand was a picture of Homer after one of the many surgeries needed to keep his heart going. On his lap was their precious little bundle Maggie, she was away for the week at a singing camp, trying to work up her vocal cords. She was getting excellent marks at the camp. Marge was hopeful that Maggie would join the church choir someday soon. And finally give up all of that Punk rock and roll nonsense that Maggie was always so interested in.
Marge kissed the wall paper and then dragged her head back. Making sure that her teeth wouldn't pull too hard on the cock. After all she wasn't trying to hurt her precious precious homie. She groaned and gasped. Her hips wiggling entirely on their own. Her eyes were wide and rolling like a wild animal caught in a trap. Her breath was hitching in her chest. Her chin felt like it was being dislocated from the amount of strain she was putting on it.
And still she couldn't stop! In fact if anything she was putting in more and more effort!
Her brain was awash with cock, and the images dancing in her head. Of her stud standing on the other side of that wall with testicles the size of baseballs. Just waiting to splurge his jizz all across her face.
On that note...
"HOLD IT IN FOR A MOMENT HONEY! I DON'T WANT TO MAKE A MESS!" Marge shouted. She hopped to her feet, wiggled entirely out of her dress, slipped off her thong and with a skip was over to the nightstand. She took out their condoms. A little old and expired from lack of use. But she was sure they would do the trick. Marge quickly pulled one free. The cock was twitching like mad. She cocked her head. Marge was sure that she could hear some whispering through the wall. It was muffled though.
"I'm back honey! Let me just slip this condom on and-" Marge was cut off. The condom was around his cock head and wouldn't go any further. It was stretched to the limit, a few holes tearing through it. Clearly the dick was just too big for the incredibly stretchy plastic sheath.
"What the-" Marge was cut off by a massive load of white hot creamy cum splattering right into her face. It schlopped all across her. Dancing over her tits. Blasting into her mouth. The condom blew up like a balloon before it oozed out around the openings. Marge stared straight ahead, her eyes wide and her lips hanging open. Thick globs of cum were dripping down her lips, over her chin. Making thick wet lines through her makeup and dotting her skin with his seed. Almost as if he had marked her as his own sexy sexy property.
Marge could only gulp, and then felt her entire body quiver. Her pussy lips were wetter then a slip n slide. And her entire body was ready for a good hard nonstop fuck, the sort of fuck that would turn a woman inside out and make her pass out! She noticed that she was still holding the condom, while it was torn there was a bit of cum making a nice tasty looking balloon. It was hanging off of her pointer finger.
She flicked it away with an alluring smirk. This was starting to get fun! She didn't have to look at Homer, or smell his beer breath, or listen to his frankly absurd (And weirdly baseball specific) dirty talk. She got to fuck a massive cock and then she assumed cuddle with her Homie after!
"Okay baby. Are you ready to ride the Marge express? Because once this train leaves the station there is no going back!" Marge called through the wall with a delighted little chuckle. There was some more whispering. She strained to hear but it really was a well made wall (Until he put a massive cock hole in the center of it) She couldn't hear a word he was saying. Instead the cock seemed to nod up and down. Excited, throbbing with anticipation. Marge spat on her hand and rubbed it along the underside of the thick vein covered love stick.
Another load of cum shot out of the cock head and arched through the air. It landed with a heavenly sounding splat on the bed. Marge giggled before she bent over. She grabbed a chair and leaned her crossed arms on it. Her massive swaying tits were hanging over the side. She legs were spread and her heels were pushed against the wall. She let out her thinking hum. She was going to have to do all of the work here. He was already hanging way way out. Marge slowly eased her hips back.
She moaned and bit her lip, holding back her groans. She pushed back further, further, further. She stopped and panted for a breather, she could feel every last inch that was inside of her. It was almost like fucking a fire hose. The head was enormous, like an orange that had gotten lodged up in there! She looked over her shoulder and her eyes bugged out of their sockets. She wasn't even halfway! She let out an almost pitiful moan before grinding her teeth, curling her toes and slipping the rest of the massive schlong inside of her.
"Oh god. Oh my god. Oh God." Marge panted and huffed. Her eyes screwed tight. She sat panting, just experiencing the massive log that was inside of her. It was like something out of a dream. Or a nightmare. Or some sort of dark erotic fantasy novel.
She was panting, huffing, gasping, shivering, and sweating. Her shoulders rolled and her eyes were screwed tight. Her pants filled the bedroom. Finally she felt well enough to move. She pulled herself forwards. The chair screeching on the floor. She paused when she was halfway off the cock and then slowly reversed direction. Her eyes remained closed. Her core was tightening. Her breasts were filled with the beating of her heart.
"Oh my. Oh my goodness." Marge mumbled out over and over.
"Oh fuck. She feels good." Bart Simpson mumbled from the other side of the wall. His right hand on his hip. His left hand groping Lisa's ass. His sister grinned and cupped his balls. They were like massive baseballs. Just filled with his super virile sperm. She grinned and nuzzled his neck. Ever since puberty hit the two of them like an out of control truck they had blossomed wonderfully.
Bart was well over six feet tall. He had a lean build, his gut that had been hanging off of him all his life had more or less evaporated and been replaced with a nice strong six pack and rolling biceps. He was a lean muscular build, but his thighs and legs were strong and could go for hours. He had a wind swept skateboarding hair cut, his hair was tousled and long and filled with gels and products. His girthy masculine cock was his crowning glory. Something that belonged on a horse or a porn star. This massive dick would be able to fuck anything or anyone into submission.
Lisa Simpson was still the brainiac that she had been as a young child. But she had also developed into a sultry, sexy young woman. Her hair was longer, closer to her shoulders. Her manner was more confident and poised with an air of sophistication that came from having multiple sexual and romantic partners. (Many of them at the same time.) Her hips were not as generous as her mothers but they were shapely. Her breasts were EE cup with long quirky nipples in the most perfect spot. Her butt cheeks had a cute wiggle and bounce to them. Her pierced ear was her most rebellious feature. And her very saucy tongue.
"Yeah just like that Bart fuck mom. Nice hard long fucks. A nice even thrust. Just like that. In and out. In and out. Does she feel good?" Lisa said as she rubbed Bart's bare balls butt and back with her hand. Her other hand was wrapped in his hair. Giving it little tugs and messing it up. She knew how much that bugged him. She tittered with good nature. It was so incredibly hot.
The brother and sister had heard their mom make wet slopping schlopping sounds on the other side of the wall. Bart moaned and wiggled his hips. Which brought about excited sounding yips from the other side of the wall. Bart paused and glowered at Lisa.
"You're sure it isn't the dog or something right?"
"Bart are you feeling that pussy? Are you feeling that fat ass rubbing away at your dick? The way that she is worshipping your shaft? The dog can barely get up the stairs. Let along be able to take this fat meaty cock. Nah Bart. That's all mom. Mom is just a bitch." Lisa said. Bart raised an eyebrow. Lisa sighed and rubbed her forehead.
"A bitch is a female dog. For Gods sake Bart you know this. You told me this!" Lisa complained. She squeezed Bart's balls playfully bringing out a few moans from her big brother. She fluttered her eyelids up at him and blew him a few kisses along his jaw and chin making Bart tremble with delight and anticipation.
"How long do you think you are going to fuck her for? You just orgasmed." Lisa points out. Bart shrugs in response. His cock was throbbing inside of his mom. He loved the feeling. He had fucked a good number of women in his life. Manjula, Maude Flanders, Edna Krapabble, Luanne Van Houten just to name a few. But the one that had always gotten his rocks off the most was his younger sister Lisa. She was an expert at taking his big loads and could hold at least six at once without dripping a drop.
It was pretty damn impressive.
Bart groaned and grunted. The amount of slamming that his poor dick was receiving today was wild. He grunted and pulled his cock back a little bit. Just enough to Make Marge swear and need to move a little. Plus it meant that he could then slam into the hole a little bit.
"Are you trying to tease me? Because it's working." Marge called through the wall. Bart smirked, his patented trouble maker smirk. He pulled his cock backwards. His cockhead briefly getting caught on the hole. He then shoved it back through the hole. Slapping it wetly against Marge's bare ass. He then slipped it down and with some playful careful maneuvering he managed to slip it right back inside of his mom's tight warm love tunnel.
"Man it must have been a long time since Homer last fucked her. She is tight as a vice." Bart groaned. Lisa grinned before she rested her hands on his shoulders. With a practiced lift and grunt she had her ankles crossed behind the small of his back. Her butt and pussy lips were trailing wet love juices across his cock. She shivered as the already wet and sticky shaft was playing with her pussy lips.
"Oh god...That's mom." She breathed out in delight. She felt Bart slam forwards. Her butt cheeks squished against the wall like a pair of balloons filled with tapioca. She groaned and gasped, shivering. He was teasing her in the most perfect way. Bart's hands held her in place. His thumbs working the small circles where her legs met her hips. Her crotch was singing with pleasure.
Bart grinned before he leaned his forehead against Lisa's and shoved his tongue in her mouth. The two moaned into the kiss. Bart moved his hips a little, just to tease his mom on the other side of the wall. Which from the thumping and moaning was working wonderfully.
Bart loved kissing his sister. She had a wonderful habit of exploring his mouth with her tongue. Most people did french kissing wrong. They just sort of slip and slide their tongues over one another. Lisa's tongue would explore, poke around, prod his cheeks, as if she was making more room in their for her own tongue. His drool was dripping down her chin. Their eyes were half open. The pleasure making them close them, but neither wanted to lose sight of the others face.
Bart moved his hands until he was holding two big handfuls of Lisa's booty. Giving it long hard pleasure filled gropes. With a smirk Bart pulled his dripping wet cock out of the hole and slapped it onto Lisa's butt cheeks a few times. The two were moaning. Gasping, grinding. Lisa's pussy lips were dripping with desire. She was moaning and made eager little sounds of delight.
"Please...Get it in me. I want you in me." She mumbled cock drunk and teased into his neck. Bart chuckled dryly. He bit her nose hard enough to leave a red mark. Which was going to be hard to explain to their friends and family (It was always so hard to find a way to explain away the hicksies, bite marks, spanks, red handprints, fingernail trails, and wet hot kisses that Bart constantly peppered her body with. She had been lucky so far, explaining it as a one night stand or accidentally slapping herself in her sleep...But they knew they couldn't always use that excuse)
"In just a minute. This day is for Marge." Bart responded. He wanted to switch pussies super bad. He wanted to slide inside of his sister and fuck her to orgasm over and over until she was in a perpetual state of mind aching pleasure. But Marge was first today.
"Hello? Honey? Where did you go? I haven't cum yet! And neither have you!" Marge was banging on the wall. One fist high, the other braced. She could sort of see something round through the hole. She expected it to be her Homer's stomach (It is Lisa's fat bouncy butt cheeks) She wiggled her hips. She had cum twice in five minutes! Which was a new record! She wanted more! She needed more! She had to fuck that cock until she was a dripping drooling orgasming mess on the shag carpet! If she didn't get a dick between her legs soon she was going to go nuts!
The cock sprang out of the hole rapidly. She saw the dick slide out as it smacked her in the eye, went upwards and lay across her face. It was bigger then her face! It was throbbing and sticky and slippery. And smelt vaguely of pussy and a strange fruity scent. Marge felt her lower lips flutter and her entire body give eager spasms of joy.
"That's more like it." She said huskily. She sure wished that she had his hands on her, large strong meat hooks grabbing and groping and making her spasm and shake. She wanted to be covered in his handprints. In his kisses, she wanted him to make her orgasm so hard that she passed out!
She stood up and got into a new position. This one put her hands on the curtain rod and the mirror. One leg on a small stool and the last holding her up. She awkwardly slipped the cock inside of her and moaned in delight. It was reaching her womb from this angle! She could actually see a small bulge in her stomach where it was pushing upwards. Insisting on taking every last inch of her body. In violating her in the most delightful way! She felt like a horny trollop! A bimbo! A tramp! A whore in heat with a massive schlong to get off on!
"This is almost sinful!" She groaned. She felt like her body was being wrapped in a fine layer of silk. The heat between her legs were being stoked by that wonderful mind altering cock! She closed her eyes. Her lips parted as her moans echoed through the house. Bouncing along the walls. Breaking every sound barrier known to man. Even getting into the neighbors houses!
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"Mommy what's that noise?" Young adult and recent religious college drop out Rod Flanders asked his mother. He was standing in the corner staring off into space. Since he was not permitted to read as words are the devils instrument, all he could do after chores was wait for night time and sleep.
Maude Flanders was standing in the middle of the kitchen. Wiggling her hips instinctively. A deep seated desire awakening inside of her. The sounds seemed to stimulate a deeper part of her brain. Deep under the layers of temperance and suppression there existed the cavewoman need to breed. The desire to be fucked by a big cock, to be bent over and taken. Violated to the deepest chambers of her body. Her pussy lips were damp. Her lipstick was running from drool. The very desire was awakening inside of her.
"That my son is a truly pleasured woman." Maude sighed in delight and jealousy.
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Edna Krabapple walked past the Simpsons residence. Her eyes darted up to the window in the top floor bedroom. She lit a cigarette and let out a low impressed whistle.
"And here I thought they had a sexless marriage." The woman shook her head and took another drag on her cigarette. "Bart had better tell me all the juicy details when I see him next." They had a fuck session appintment in three days and she was already looking forward to it. She walked back down the street with a juicy wiggle in her walk. Her hips instinctively knowing that they wanted to fuck. It was a strange phenomenon. Awakening in the women who heard the moaning screeching bellows Marge was releasing.
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Lisa giggled as she cupped Bart's balls and fingered herself.
"She sounds like a cow!" Lisa said. She loved listening in to Marge enjoying herself. Lisa's own hips were aching. Anticipating that big strong mans cock utterly ruining her insides and turning her inside out with pleasure! She gave Bart's neck a kiss. He twitched and grunted. Slamming his cock against the wall hard enough to make a hairline crack in it.
He was groaning. Eyes rolling in their sockets. The wet, tight, slimy, slippery, mind numbingly good pussy was milking his massive dick! He groaned and felt his cock throb. Ache, grow, increasing in size. His balls tightened like a vice. His cock actually grew three inches inside of Marge making her let out another gasp. It was like a balloon! Expanding inside of her with every breath she took.
Bart groaned and fucked all the way into her. Forcing another deep bellow and orgasm out of her. Marge felt tears of joy and exhaustion start to drip down her face. Bart felt his dick spasm and splash his hot white love juices deep inside of her. Filling her up and draining him. Bart groaned and grunted. Keeping himself perfectly still as his jizz found their way home. His little swimmers eagerly reclaiming the place where they had grown.
Well where he and Lisa and Maggie had grown. It was a wonderful homecoming. And they eagerly swam back into the warm loving embrace of their mother womb.
"Whoa...You're still hard. You're still cumming. You delightful himbo." Lisa cooed before kissing Bart lovingly on the lips. She added a little extra kiss at the end. Like she was sealing an envelope to a secret admirer.
Bart grinned. Marge gulped, not knowing how or why this cock was so throbbing and hard. She had just been filled to the brim with sweet sweet hot tasty cum and he was still hard and raring to go! He was like some sort of a machine! Marge had never experienced this once in her life! She felt like her legs were jelly. She felt like her body was mush. She felt like her knees would never bend again. She wondered if she would ever even be able to move again...Or if this was just her life now. Parked right in front of this glorious lovely cock. Alternating between kissing it, licking it, deep throating it and fucking it until she was a mess.
A loud lewd banging comes from the doorway. Marge looks in amazement as Homer steps through the door. Walking with a wiggle in his hips and a twelve pack of beer in one hand.
"Heeeyyy Mar' how'veuh been? Huh?" The fat slob grumbles as he walks past her. He holds up one of the beers. He is flushed and lousy with booze. His bald head shiny with sweat. His eyes not taking anything in.
"Homer?" Marge squeaks in amazement. She glances at the cock then at her fully clothed husband. She blinks and grabs at the dick. It is slippery with her pussy juices and quickly slides out of her grip. The cock head is caught at the hole entrance for a few seconds. Like an orange trying to get pulled out of a tube sock. With a wet schlopping pop it finally goes through.
Marge jumps up, totally nude, coated in sweat and rushes out of the bedroom. Homer wanders past her. Blinking, drunk and out of his mind with booze. He collapses in the marriage bed and instantly starts snoring. Unconcerned that he is sleeping in a massive puddle of cum. He had never been able to produce even a eighth of this amount.
Marge slams around the corner. Her meaty hippo hip knocking into the wall. And leaving an ass sized crater in the dry wall and through the wallpaper. Marge grabs the door to the bathroom and slams it open. She stares in amazement. Lisa is on the floor, fingering her pussy and slurping on a massive cock. Bart's massive cock. A massive vein covered throbbing cock attached to massive man balls.
"So tasty. Wonderfully tasty. I love your cock Bart. I love how it tastes. I love how I can taste mommy's cum on your slipper cum coated cock." She is moaning in delight. Moaning in mind snapped nonsense. Lisa smiles over her shoulder. Bart is resting his hand on her head, rubbing her long spiky hair. The two smirk at their mom. Her long blue hair piled high on her head is standing in frizzy surprise.
"Get up." Bart says pulling on Lisa's hair.
"Ow! Quit it!" Lisa complains. She chuckles. Marge is opening and closing her mouth in amazement. Her lips still burn with desire. A large dollop of cum is slugging it's way down her inner thigh. It almost reaches her knees. She feels weak. Numb. Like she is flying as high as a kite. She blinks and Bart is across the room, grabbing her by the nipples and dragging her in. Marge floats over the floor on tip toes. It's only when he lets go, when she looses the pressure and pleasure on her
nipples that it gets to her. That her mind finally catches up.
"BART! LISA! WHAT HAVE YOU-" She is cut off. Lisa has wrapped her arms around Marge's head and brought her into a thick tongue fueled kiss. Marge's hands rest on her daughters slim hips and nice juicy booty. Gripping and groping and giving long thick gropes to her daughters butt. Marge's hands are doing it completely unbidden. As if she has done it a million times before. Their tongues are wrapping, exploring, playfully touching each other.
The woman's nipples are flicking, flirting with each other. Lisa shoves her leg between Marge's. Rubbing her knee to Marge's cunt. A long slimy line of cum drips over her. Marge finally pops free breathing heavily. Her legs go weak. Lisa lets out a squeak as she falls to her ass. Marge's legs finally given out. They are cupping and exploring each other. Biting their lips, biting each other's lips. Boobs squishing together. They sit on the cold tile floor. Steam leaking from their smoking hot bodies and fogging up the mirror.
Bart grips the door with a grin. He looks over at the two sexy ladies. He knows he's broken them both. They are his now. His to do as he pleases. He closes it with a slam and turns around. Cock throbbing and ready for another sexy sexy round.