the simpsons_(1)

This story is not mine just thought it was good

Don’t read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like
you’ll listen. This should appear only on Pal’s archive site, through Pal’s
yahoo group, on Pal’s Forum… well, it basically should be wherever Pal’s
stuff is. Also in the “Wacky Ned” Simpson’s zip collections spread randomly
throughout the Internet.

This story contains mast, f/f, oral, incest, and toys. If you don’t swing
that way, stop reading. This is a PARODY, PARODY, PARODY; I don’t own any of
the characters, just “borrowing” them for the sake of the story. I AM USING
WITHOUT PERMISSION OF 20th CENTURY FOX. So don’t sue me. Please, I only have
a computer and one of those toy dogs that bounce their heads up and down, it
isn’t worth it.

Part 1 “Best of what’s around”

Edna Krabopple was through with her sex life. She was sick of a new loser
every night, and she couldn’t stand using her vibrators, she needed a real
lover. *Fuck, I have to go to parent’s night* She thought, as she finished
cumming using her trusty six-inch vibrator. She put her clothes back on, and
walked out of her single apartment with a sigh.

Parent’s nights were always the worst, with parent after parent
complaining that their son or daughter is an idiot, and trying to pass the
blame onto her. Like it’s her fault they screw this kids up and aren’t there
because they are too busy fucking the houseboy or smoking pot. Not that she
objected, but she didn’t like getting called a “lousy fucking teacher” when
the kid was half-retarded.

When she got in, she saw that there was practically twenty parents she had
to meet with. *Shit*

“Ok people, I’m going to start with last names. Abrams, come up” was all
Edna could come up with, as she had to sit through several mind numbing hours
of parent complaints.

“Ok, and last call, the Simpson’s?” She said, and then sighed. Bart was
the worst kid in her class, the local fuck-up and class clown. She saw Mrs.
Simpson come in to her room.

“Take a seat please. Is Mr. Simpson here?” She asked, trying to be polite,
but it was already 11 at night.

“Nooo, Homey went out for a drink.” Marge said in her voice that could cut
glass.

“Ok Mrs. Simpson, your son Bart” Edna started, but accidentally knocked
over a cup of coffee that held various pencils and pens the janitor Willie
left there for the children that didn’t bring something to write with. She
went to get it, and Mrs. Simpson said “Don’t worry Mrs. Krabopple, I got it”
Marge said as she went to the task of cleaning up the scattered mess. When
she bent over, Edna took a chance to notice Marge’s beautiful ass. It was
perfectly rounded, not huge but it was well pronounced, with a visible crack
in the middle. She then got a wicked thought.

“Oh, look at the time, Mrs. Simpson, I’m afraid I have to go, you see
there’s a state law that says a teacher can’t stay after eleven in school,
or else they can be fined. Would you like to discuss your son over my house
sometime?” Edna said, trying to be as innocuous as possible.

“Well, I don’t have anything planned for tonight, can we discuss it now?”
Marge said with her concerned voice as she returned the coffee cup. She
desperately didn’t want her son being a fuck-up his entire life, and she
hoped that the woman who stood here teaching her all day might have some
unique insight, and the sooner the better Marge believed.

“Sure, just follow my car to my apartment.” Edna said as she began to get
up. They walked out of the parking lot, and as Edna was driving back to her
house, she formed a plan in her mind. Get her drunk, then slowly seduce her,
it had worked with her all those years ago. *Mmmm…Lurleene* she thought as
she saw her turnoff. She turned, making sure Marge was following her, and
drove to her apartment.

“Right in here Mrs. Simpson” Edna said as Marge pulled up. Edna went to
her room, opened the door and waited as Marge made her way up. Standing at
the top of the stairs, Edna was able to see the top of Marge’s breasts as
she made her way up. *God I’d love to suck on those*

“Ok, let’s go” Marge said with a huff, she didn’t like having to be here,
she and Homer were supposed to have sex tonight, and she knew that Homer
would be asleep already. A shame, because she was really horny. *At least a
long boring conversation with Mrs. Krabopple would at least keep me from
going nuts in front of her*

Edna opened the door, and brought Marge into her house. “I’ll be right
back. Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure, I’ll have a…” Marge trailed as Edna walked away. She returned a
minute later with two glasses of wine.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you Mrs. Krabopple”

“Call me Edna

“Call me Marge then.

“Mrs. Simpson, I have to be honest, your son is distracted during my
class. Have you ever talked to him about sex before?”

“No, nonononono, it’s simply never come up before” Marge said.

“Well Mrs. Simpson, I think you should have a frank discussion of sex with
your son.” Edna said as she topped Marge’s glass. Marge had drank three
quarters of her glass, and she wanted some more. To hell with it, why should
she have to put up with this without a couple drinks.

“I want to role-play, Mrs. Simpson, I am going to ask you some common sex
questions, and you just answer them like you would to your son. Ok?”

“Shure” Marge said with an audible slur in her speech, and another drink
of wine.

“How often do you have sex?”

“Once a week”

“When was the first time you had sex?

“Seventeen.

“Are you satisfied with your husband?” She asked as she put her hand on
Marge’s thigh.

“Not nearly as much as I should.” She said. Edna took the bottle and
refilled her glass.

“Marge, have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“No”

“Have you ever wanted to?

“yes

“Then kiss me” Edna said leaning closer. Marge kissed her without
thinking, then the realization of what she had done washed away the beer, and
she realized she was kissing her child’s female teacher. And she LIKED it.

When they finished kissing, Edna said “Let’s move this to the bedroom”
and Marge just nodded, her heart racing. She was horny, and very interested,
but it was also taboo, which just made it hotter for her. When they went into
the room, Edna jumped on it, and said “Kiss me”

Marge began kissing Edna, when Edna slowly began to fit her hand down
Marge’s conservative dress, and take one of her breasts out. As she began to
play with it, Marge moaned in ecstasy, and began to get wet. Edna took off
her shirt, and her bra, releasing her large bouncing breasts. They were 38C,
and she had silver dollar nipples, which were already erect. Marge nervously
touched another woman’s breasts for the first time, feeling their mass and
their sensitivity. Edna slowly moved her mouth down to Marge’s breast, where
she slowly licked on Marge’s nipple, exciting it even further, and making
Marge moan even louder. Edna went from breast to breast, stimulating each
nipple until Marge was so wet you could screw her with an elephant.

“Enough of the foreplay” Edna said, as she slowly took her skirt off, and
saw Marge quickly drop off her dress. “Lie down on your back, and open your
legs” Edna said. Marge did so, and she was rewarded with Edna’s loving touch
down there. First she slowly began to rub one finger up and down her clit. It
was already well lubricated from before, and Marge shivered at the feeling of
someone else fondling her pussy, Homer wasn’t into foreplay, unless it was
for him, and because of which, Marge hadn’t been eaten out for years. Edna
slowly began to add a second finger, then a third. This was driving Marge
crazy, and she was getting incredibly wet and hornier. Suddenly Edna took her
hands away, and when Marge looked down, she saw Edna lowering her mouth to
her soaking hole.

Edna was licking all the juices out of Marge’s sweet pussy, occasionally
pushing away a hair or two of long blue pubic hair. She could tell this was
killing Marge, and began to insert a finger into her pussy. Marge was shocked
at the intrusion, but in the heat of lust, she welcomed it. Edna slowly began
to place in another finger, slowly finger fucking Marge into ecstasy, each
motion drawing her closer. When Edna added a third finger, it drove Marge
over the edge, and she had one of the strongest orgasms ever as she convulsed
for two minutes. While she was cumming, Edna kept pumping away, and as soon
as she finished her first, she had another strong orgasm. After those two,
she was panting.

“That…huff….was….amazing” Marge eventually let out.

“Oh, we’re not done Marge, come here and service me.” Edna said as she lay
down on the bed. Marge slowly began to lift her sweaty body, and place
herself at the foot of the bed, to begin to please Edna. She had no clue on
how to munch carpet, but she did know how to masturbate, so she slowly began
to stroke Edna’s pussy, the same way she had. Edna was getting wetter by the
moment, and she was moaning loudly. “Oh Marge, eat me out” She cried in
betwen moans. Marge didn’t know why, maybe it was a mixture of the alcohol,
her lust, or the fact her mind wasn’t in the mind it should have been, but
she lowered her tongue onto Edna’s pussy, and tasted another woman for the
first time. She was amazed at the taste, and she began to collect more and
more of Edna’s cunny honey. Marge loved the taste, and she began to lap it
up like a dog. This was killing Edna, as she hadn’t had anyone service her
in the longest time, and when Marge began to put her tongue inside her pussy,
it drove her over the edge, and as she came hard she could only say.

“Oh….Marge….fuck…you’re the best…uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh…lover I
have….oooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhh had!” She said as she nearly passed
out from the pleasure. It took her a couple minutes to catch her breath and
regain some composure, but as she did, she told Marge to come over.

“Marge, I want you to place your pussy at my mouth, and your mouth at my
pussy. We are gonna 69.” Marge did as she was told, and she moaned as Edna’s
lips were once again at her incredibly soaking pussy. She was going nuts as
she was eating a pussy and having hers eaten at the same time. Edna was
already riding the high she just had, and was getting closer and closer to
cumming again. She didn’t want to yet, and slowly she inserted three fingers
into Marge again. This time though, she put in a fourth, which was making
Marge go insane.