Simpsons Porn Story: The pictures

Simpsons Porn Story: The pictures

The pictures

Marge finished the pots, she dried her hands and sat down at the dinning table an sighed. Tough day. She looked around the kitchen, finally it was tidy, the small lights made the room look warm, a soft glow emitting gently around the work surfaces and shiny kitchen accessories making it look almost new. Everyone was in the front room, watching the tv as usual, her choice was to sit with them and watch and put up with the trash they watched, read or bed, some choices. First she would finish her coffee then decide. The day had started well, she had got up with the joys of spring ready for the day ahead, now she would be glad when it was over.

The bomb shell had been dropped at about noon, Lisa had asked her mother if she could invite her boyfriend around for tea, it had been a shock that Lisa had a boyfriend, let alone admit it and then invite him around to meet them, Marge thought that maybe she was a little young for dating, when she had agreed and when lisa informed her it was Nelson marge nearly had a heart attack. She really didn’t care for that boy, rumours were he was a bully, she didn’t like it when bart hung around with him, he was too big for bart, but lisa…..dating him….she didn’t know if she should say something. She sipped her coffee, in a way she was glad she hadn’t, she knew lisa, she would argue her point until she was blue in the face and probably get her own way, she was very young….it would wither out….it was what Nelson had in mind for her that worried her…..she would have to keep a close eye on him and a short lead on the pair of them.

She looked up over the rim of her mug, she could partially see the tv in the living room, the lights in there were low too, they all could see and appreciate the tv more, she could see homers feet, crossed as usual, doing nothing or as little as possible, barts feet and back as he lay on the floor facing and watching the screen, just the right shoulder of lisa as she lay beside him, Nelson couldn’t be seen from where she sat……..probably beside lisa. So much she thought for keeping an eye on him and a short leash on them both, well….after she finished her coffee. She placed the mug down, it was then she felt the arms wrap around her, she had barely swallowed her drink, the sharp surprised intake of breath caused her to cough. I’m sorry nelson said as he hugged her, I didn’t mean to alarm you.

As her brain made sense of the immediate events, nelson out flanked her and caught her off balance again. I want to thank you he said, for having me over for tea. It was a lovely meal, I don’t know if I said, and I want to assure you the stories you have heard of me are probably exaggerated and I am not as bad as you are probably thinking I am. Truly I am changing as I mature and I want to make sure you see me as I intend to be, honest and polite. This was certainly NOT the nelson she had heard of or seen in fact, it was the complete opposite, this very fact made her suspicious. She felt his arms still around her, she could feel the strength within them, easily enough to overpower her and he was still so young, he was a big lad, he was going to grow up to be a very big lad and irrespective of what he was saying now, she suspected as an adult he would be getting in to trouble with the law on too many occasions.

I’m….er glad you enjoyed your meal she said stuttering….there really is no need to hug me though, before she had time to add to her sentence nelson jumped in, of course there is, to show my appreciation, it was a fantastic meal and again, I thank you, marge wished she had sat on the chair as opposed to the stool now, she could feel him directly behind her, his arms were powerfully wrapped around her, not too tight but enough for her to feel the strength….was it intentional? She tried to politely shift her weight as if she was going to stand, the grip tightened, she actually felt the muscles go taught, he felt like steel already and she doubted he was trying, whoo she said to him, that’s a good grip, wouldn’t you rather be watching tv, she stopped her vain attempt to move, it would be pointless, she was feeling a little nervous, part of her brain was saying “Go…go know” and part was saying, “well it is unusual but he is only hugging”…Marge chose the wrong part of the brain to listen to.

She felt his breath on her neck as he hugged more, no, I don’t like the programmes they are watching I prefer more……adult viewing, Marge’s eyes tried to look behind her without moving her head, she knew he was there obviously but she wanted to see him, but she didn’t want him to see the fear which clearly showed in her eyes and on her face……adult she replied….how do you mean. oh you know he said, more grown up programmes….she had a good idea what he was referring to yet not actually saying, leaving the thought dangling in her head. There was a silence for a few seconds……then he said what are you reading, Marge’s eyes looked down to the book which lay beside her coffee, one of the choices she had to do tonight, she was wishing she had chosen earlier as she was beginning to feel somewhat uncomfortable at the moment.

She looked at the book, er its not a novel as such she said its great K9 rescues, its about dogs saving people all over the world, really, how interesting and…..apt. Marge heard the sarcastic tone when he said interesting……meaning entirely the opposite, she couldn’t gather what he was doing if the conversation was going anywhere or in any direction, I like dogs too he said, though and she heard a suppressed snigger…..not, apparently, as much as you, marge frowned, confused, what on earth could he mean, the hands which were tightly wrapped around her shifted suddenly, not to release her but to toss something, toss it onto the table. The object fell onto the table before her, face up…..it was a photo…..marge’s eyes opened wide and she gasped in terror. Yes….said nelson….a little more darkly….a little more like himself….I was surprised too.

There before her was a picture of her, semi naked with the dog, Santa’s little helper, and she was in a very compromising position too, well basically, she had its hardened cock in her hand as she was simulating felatio on it…w..w.where did you…… GET IT he finished……. That I can not say…….what I can say is this….and the others are now in my possession. The word OTHERS floated round and round her head, she felt tears welling up, she bit her lower lip….this was homers idea, to take pictures….she had been dead against it, but the thrill had got the better of her and she had agreed, only if the piccies were either destroyed or kept very very safe……obviously both had failed. In a low voice and tinged with as much anger as she could muster though she knew he had her beat, she said I have no money……I cant give you what we don’t have, there was a soft laugh behind her.

Marge felt his breath as his mouth became very near her ear……I don’t want money he said in a whisper, as the words rolled from his tongue marge felt the grip on her release, she then felt the hands slid up, onto her breasts and gently squeeze them. She gasped, and her hands darted up to removed them, she wriggled too trying to get away, the grip was suddenly back, his hands closed tightly on her breasts and he pulled his arms back, pulling her back towards him, her fingers felt his fingers, felt how tight he had her, she knew she couldn’t fight this strength,……please she said, NO was the definite answer from behind her,, please nothing…….you will do as you are told or…..all the pics I have will become public and Springfield knowledge….very very soon. Marge gritted her teeth, she had lost…she knew she had, she felt her lips quiver….felt the tears well again……….she couldn’t win.

She sat back on the stool and nelson felt the struggle she had begun, cease. He smiled, that’s better. Marge felt the arms relax, she found it easier to breath….he was very very strong, then she felt the grip on her breasts, which was a little painful also relax, his hands didn’t move though, instead they resumed there initial caressing and squeezing, she closed her eyes….she resigned herself to the fact he was going to grope her breasts, she would have to put up with it….get over it and get on with her life, she opened her eyes and looked towards the front room, they were still all watching the tv, oblivious to what was going on in the kitchen, I want you to promise she said, I’ll get the pics back when you’ve had a good perverted little grope, another snigger….you’ll get the pics back he said…….but its not a grope im after……marge’s eyes once more opened wide with shock.

What….what do you….want she said, she felt the breath again, for a start he whispered you can just do as your told….now pick up the book and pretend your reading it, marge shaking a little reached over and took the book as she was told and opened it randomly at any page, all the time the hands remained fixed to her breasts…..not fondling just holding, as she sat back he whispered that’s better, no one will see anything if they happen to glance around, she gauged from the angle and the angle of her book he was correct, she felt the fondling and squeezing resume. Then she felt him move closer, you have he whispered got lovely breasts, quite large and very firm, she didn’t reply she looked down and saw the small hands over each orb, the fingers closing and opening as he caressed and squeezed, what did he want…..she had a good idea….but she dearly hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Ohh yes she heard him say, she felt the hands slide upwards, then felt them twist and all of a sudden not only had his hands slipped down the front of her dress, he had lowered her dress so her breasts were now fully exposed, fully naked. She gasped, she felt herself redden, she felt vulnerable. No she whispered back at him, don’t, don’t do that…..she simply heard a soft snigger, they’re soft and warm, she felt the hands more firmly fondle her, don’t she said, this is not right, I…I…I don’t like it. Oh! He said, don’t you….look down, she did she saw his hands flicking over her nipples, it seems to me he said that you are enjoying it, enjoying it more than you would like me believe, her nipples were hard, very hard, they were like two rubber bullets pointing out from her bust, his fingers, the slight chill in the air had brought them to their full attention…….that’s not you she weakly said……another snigger, she watched as his thumbs flicked back and forth over her nipples……I think it is she heard him say…….I think it is me.

Though she would never admit it to Nelson, t was he would had brought them fully to attention, his flicking and caressing was very good. Homer was rough and his hands were rough, though nelson was blackmailing her and assaulting her, he was softer and more caring….she tried to get those thoughts from her mind, this little bastard was assaulting her and he knew he was going to try and fuck her….at the moment it was attempted rape as far as she was concerned…she knew however, it would in actual fact…BE rape, she knew his aim was to fuck her. Her eyes raised and she looked away from his hands caressing her, she thought it may help not to see, it didn’t, she could obviously still feel him touching her, she looked at the book, it was covering and view as it was intended, she saw the photo, he eyes closed, she gritted her teeth, she felt a trickle of a tear escape, how could she have got herself in this situation, homer…why hadn’t he destroyed the pics. She opened her eyes again, she looked into the other room and saw her family watching the tv while she had to endure this…..why didn’t anyone miss her, why didn’t they look for her….more interested in that fucking tv.

Marge felt her anger levels begin to rise, just as they did though the anger was shattered and strewn as shock then fear replaced it. She felt nelsons hand slid from her breast and slide down her side and onto her thigh, she felt the hand take the hem of her dress and pull it up so his hand could touch bare skin, she inhaled as she felt it begin to rise. If she had been in a chair, she would have been sat on enough of her dress to make this movement very difficult, he would have met resistance from the dress with her weight, being on a stool, and feeling his small yet firm frame press against her back she had slowly and cleverly been sliding forward trying to move away from him, now that manoeuvre had had an undesirable effect, there was no weight on her dress and it was sliding up easily as his hand rose.

Marge knew his intentions, it was clear, she had also resigned to the fact that he was going to eventually get his own way, she even began to accept at some point the was going to try and probably succeed in fucking her, he was in the strong position, he had the pics, she was just hoping that before it got to that something….anything would happen which may stop him. She was damn well sure she wasn’t going to make it easy for him, she closed her legs lightly as she felt his hand rise higher and higher. It reached her panties, the dress offered no resistance, she felt his body press in closer behind her, she felt his hand then pass over the front of her panties to the elastic, she felt his fingers and hand twist, felt them slip under the elastic then she felt his hand slowly slide inside, her legs clamped tight. She felt his fingers slide through her pubic hair, he continued to fondle her bare breast, flicking and tweaking her nipple, he seemed content to simply rustle her hairs with his fingers……she knew though, this wouldn’t be enough at some point…….then it happened, she felt his fingers slide down, trying to slip between her thighs.

She was expecting pain, she was readying herself for it, she was prepared. She expected him to try and force his fingers down, force his hand down, prize her legs open….but nothing, was he thinking, planning his next move. He had managed to merely get a finger so far down, he didn’t try to force, his finger simply circled, rubbed the area it was resting on. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, just unexpected. The silence was almost deafening, she could feel her heart beat in her chest, then she felt his breath close to her ear again….open your legs Marge he whispered, she glowered ahead and adamantly said no, I could hurt you if I wanted he said, but im not going to, I could but im not, look at the piccie he said…….look….marge did, though she knew he couldn’t see her looking. Your legs will tire shortly he said, I’ll tell soon enough when the muscles start to tremble……or….I could as you wish stop.

Marge felt his hand or rather finger stop its rubbing. I could simply take the pics, be content with what I have done…..felt….and seen and distribute them through out the town, maybe the papers….the internet…….marge’s glare softened as she listened to his words, let them sink in…….she was losing this battle…she had already lost she knew but she didn’t want to simply succumb, she wanted to at least feel like she had put up a fight……..she closed her eyes as she resigned herself…..as she knew she would.

Her legs relaxed, she felt his hand slide down between them…..come on she heard him whisper, a little more…..that’s it, marge felt tears welling as she felt his small finger slide down her lips, down her slit, parting it, allowing the tip inside her lips. His voice again, whispering…..marge Simpson…..you are quite moist down here, she was repulsed at the words, not just because they were being said by some one abusing her, not because it was a mere child with his hand between her legs, but because he was right, her body was betraying her….her mind was angry and full of hate, but her body was reacting as if by itself…….separate from her feelings, it was responding to the touches. Again, there was no pain, no roughness, he simply did it as if…..as if they were lovers.

She felt his finger slide down, then deeper into her lips, she felt it slide on the moistness of er insides, she felt her juices rebelling against her wishes, she knew they would start to flow, start to lubricate her pussy, encourage him more…..make him think he was pleasing her…..arousing her………..deep down, deep down somewhere a voice was admitting he was, she forced the voice away….no she was saying to herself, this bastard is touching me up, I don’t want it….I don’t like it…….but her body was sending out a completely different signal. She felt a quick movement from his hand and suddenly her pussy was opened, a finger slipped into her, she had been trying to think of other things…mundane things…the finger sliding in though through her thoughts and she sucked inwards…….ohh were hot in here he said…..tight…..and a little wet. He had caught her completely off guard, she hated the sound of his voice, hated the words…..because they were ringing true,,,, she was feeling a little wetness and she hated herself for it too.

She tried to close her legs again, it was pointless as his finger was inside her, still she tried. Nothing was said from him, no warnings or threats that she was doing that….he was inside and she could do nothing about it. His finger began to circle her insides, wiggle around, faster and faster, she could feel him on her vaginal walls. She gritted her teeth, she tried to concentrate on others things….it was difficult but she tried. His voice again, ohh yeah ohh yeah, she felt his hand fondle her breast a little firmer, his finger danced inside her, she felt her legs slackening, she couldn’t keep it up, he had been right, her muscles were tiring…..but it wasn’t just that…the sensations were…..pleasing……no she was saying to herself…..no, but it was no good, the more he fingered her, the more she felt herself succumbing.

His finger continued the onslaught, it wriggled and slithered inside her, faster and faster, her legs were weakening, she stared dead ahead at the wall, she felt her breathing becoming heavier, she felt her nostrils flaring, her teeth were no gritting and biting down no more, he took advantage of her weakening legs, she felt his hand getting a better position, she felt each finger beside his forefinger which was still inside her press onto her lips, she felt them part slightly, as her legs weakened, the more he spread her, then suddenly she felt his finger slipping out of her slightly, she could hear the wet squelches from below as he continued to finger her but not as deeply, then it slid out, she felt it slide up, she bit her lip then gasped as she felt it slide onto her clitoris, this couldn’t be happening….she was responding….she was enjoying….she was getting aroused more and more and as his finger expertly began to rub back and forth over her hardening clitoris she felt her legs opening more, accepting it, welcoming it, she closed her eyes as the pleasures crept around her body, she felt the tingling, the goose pimples rise on her skin, her breathing quickened………no….oh god no she whispered……….marge her eye brows furrowing, put her clenched hand in her mouth and bit down, she looked over to the front room where her family was, she saw her husbands legs….then darkness as her eyes closed…she felt her body tremble….no she whispered as she felt herself orgasm.

She was lost, her mind was in a turmoil, when she opened her eyes she saw the book limply resting to the side still in her hand, she felt the table pressed against her chest as she had slumped forward, the sensations from below were intense, she realised that not only had she cum, she was close to another, his finger had upped the ante as it was and was concentrating its attention purely on her clitoris, she felt her legs, no longer fighting him, no longer tensed and aching but open….and open wide, her face was close to the table top, she felt her warm breath bounce back into her face as she panted……her eyes rolled, god this was good, where did he learn how to…….such a young age….how…..she gritted her teeth, she suppressed a grunt as she felt her second orgasm hit her, her buttocks were bucking and jerking on the seat….she was gone….she was his now.

Again she heard his voice whisper in her ear, this time there was no hesitation, no fight, she simply obeyed, she was biting her lower lip, the pleasure she was feeling was unlike anything she had had for…….well ever. As instructed, she moved her hand behind hr, he had told her to touch him, to rub him, to release him and hold him…..she obeyed. Her hand touched the front of his pants, she felt the prominent bulge below, big, it seemed so big for one so young, her hands rubbed up and down the bulge, unconsciously she gauged him…..he was big, her fingers fumbled with but eventually managed to hold, then lower the zipper, then she slipped her hand eagerly inside, she wanted to not just obey but know she wanted to feel more of what was beneath the trousers, her fingers slipped into his briefs, it was big, it was thick….her hand took hold of it as best it could with the angle of her arm, she managed to release it…..hard….Jesus it was hard….she could feel the throbbing…the blood coursing through it, consciously now, she encircled her fingers around it and pulled the skin back…then up slowly beginning to jerk off this youngster.

Seconds….or minutes….it could have been hours that passed, marge didn’t know, time meant nothing at the moment, then she heard him speak again…..I cant wait no more I cant wait, her eye lids flickered, her eyes stared aimlessly ahead, she heard him say lift up, it took a few seconds to sink in and another request from him, she felt her legs take her weight as she stood a little, they wobbled unsurely beneath her, she felt his hands move away from both her breast and her pussy, the first bit of youthful exuberance and roughness was felt by marge, she felt the stool from under her slide away, presumably with his feet, then she felt the back of her dress rise and her panties pulled down sharply, the slight pain felt with his roughness was strangle pleasing…..he was eager to…..she was eager to……..she knew what was going to happen….and she wanted it.

The tip of his cock touched her lips, the feeling was brief but fantastically pleasing, the she felt him press and rub his cock between her lips, opening her, wetting his cock with her juices, then she felt both his hands on her hips, felt the pressure being applied as he lowered her, she lowered. Marge felt him begin to enter her, wider and wider her pussy opened as he slid in, her hand once again fell over her mouth, she pressed hard suppressing the gasp and moan which partially escaped, her eyes rolled upwards as she felt herself being stretched to her limit, deeper and deeper he slid in, filling her, ohh god she thought……..simply by penetrating her she felt her third orgasm flow.

Her family, her husband sat a mere 20 feet away in the front room as she in the kitchen was bent over her kitchen table and felt the large hard cock of a child begin to slide in and out of her. She heard his pants as he steadied to a quick and powerful rhythm, so full, she felt so full, she bit her hand, she felt her teeth almost piercing her skin, but she had to do this or she would be moaning and groaning loudly. She wanted to, she wanted to express herself, but she knew she couldn’t. it felt so good, so very good, he thrust back and forth, his fingers dug into her hips, she felt the odd slap of skin as he pushed deep into her, as deep as he could, the pace and thrusts quickened, her legs were like jelly, they trembled and threatened to give.

Her weight was being supported on the table by her arms, they too though were trembling……..he could keep the fucking pictures she thought, he could burn them before her…..she wouldn’t need black mailing again…he would simply have to ask and she would allow him. She couldn’t think of the words to explain how good it was, how good it felt, quicker and quicker, she felt his hands and grip tighten….she was expecting him to blow, she wanted him to blow….she wanted his young thick creamy hot spunk inside her, she wanted to feel it explode and smash into her cervix…..she wanted it so badly.

Marge’s eyes fluttered again, her mouth dropped open, there it was, it was everything she had expected, wanted and imagined it to be, she felt the powerful spurts pump deep into her belly as he came, she heard him grunt as he thrust into her, filling her with his seed, this coupled with yet another of her orgasms. The strokes slowed, the jerks sporadic as he emptied himself completely into her, she leaned against the table, panting, sweating and exhausted. Several minutes passed, she felt nelson moved back, heard the wet squelch as his cock exited her pussy, her aching wet gaping pussy. She heard the splats on the tiles below as the excess sperm oozed out of her, like a river, like a waterfall, splat splat splat, she looked down at the wet white thick splodges.

Ten minutes later lisa followed by homer entered the kitchen. Nelson and marge were sat at the table, they had been tidied for two minutes only. Why are you two in here homer said, marge looked at her husbands questioning face and lied, I was simply reading this book and talking about animals to nelson, he apparently doesn’t like itchy and scratchy, nelson smiled at lisa who returned a smile. Marge felt her pussy throb on the stools seat as she stared at her husband, she knew also her very erect nipples would be protruding through her dress though she doubted he would notice, that cleared up, and apparently the excuse accepted homer simply said ohh, and returned to the front room. Lisa stayed a few minutes and kissed nelson on the forehead, he smiled. Inside his pants his semi hard cock still tingles, it was slimy and sticky with his and lisa mothers pussy juices, he had initially intended to try to get a bit of fun out of lisa, little had he known until he had found the pics, that it would be her mother he got the most fun out of, lisa returned to the front room, nelson looked at marge and she returned the stare, she smiled, I hope to see more of you around here as your dating my daughter, she winked and said it would be pointless coming to see her on Monday as all the family, except her would be out…….I will be completely alone…..nelson grinned, I’ll try not to forget that then.

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