Simpsons Porn Story: The Estate (Pt2)

Simpsons Porn Story: The Estate (Pt2)

The Estate (Pt2)

The meal had gone well, as far as burns was concerned it had gone as planned, he was still in awe at his vision as at the moment he had seen it. They had had dessert and were chatting away, they had struck up quite a conversation, it was as if they had been friends for years, any nerves or unease felt especially on marges part were gone, probably the champagne. She must have had three possibly four glasses already. Champagne was notoriously strong to begin with, and with her not being much of a drinker she could feel the buzz in her head already but this stuff was really really nice and light to the taste, she was calm and relaxed again probably down to the drink but also because her children, little bart and lisa and she smiled as she looked at them were being very well behaved.

She looked over at homer, he looked very smart in the tux, he was still eating his dessert, his second serving if she wasn’t mistaken, he was enjoying himself. Burns chatted on, he was more interesting than she had given him credit, if she had noted his topic of conversation was aimed more at her so she could respond more than homer or the kids, she hadn’t noticed, she hadn’t noticed either she was interacting more with him than the rest of her family. Burns was pleased at his subtlety, everything he was doing was carefully choreographed, the kids fully eaten and satisfied asked to leave the table, burns with a laugh waved them on stating the library had a very well stocked section on the equine species, he smiled at lisa, she smiled back, he then looked at bart, maybe he winked, it could be a good place for you to start.

Burns knew at some point to children would tire of the conversation, it had happened quicker than expected but he wasn’t bothered, he had other ideas. He could tell marge was very relaxed, the champagne having its desired effects, he just had to ensure she carried on drinking it, not to quickly he didn’t want her to become drunk…yet….more persuasive as the evening went by. Homer was still eating the dessert, burns knew the man could eat but he was impressed at how much, he seemed to be a simple walking bin. The conversation carried on, as he saw homer finishing up, he beckoned to the maid, a young slip of a lass named Joanne he believed, the youngest and newest of his staff to offer more, which she did, homer seemed to think about it before accepting.

He smiled, then looked at marge and carried on talking, awaiting for and getting responses, then he tried for the next step, he offered his hand out to the seat closest to him as he talked, his heart skipped as she smiled and accepted, standing and walking over and sitting beside him. He had carefully placed this seat here as one of the tables large legs was directly in front of the chair, he hope marge wouldn’t move the chair to accommodate this, but rather sit and reposition herself or rather her legs to accommodate. He noticed her as she looked down at the leg and offered an apology as he looked also and acted surprised, but mainly looking as he saw as she sat she had placed a leg either side of the thick table leg, he smiled and said where was I, he had to get the conversation going again quickly to take her mind off her seating position.

Unbeknownst to marge, two small cameras were placed either side of the table leg pointing directly at the sitter, burns knew they would be getting perfect footage, of which was being recorded of up the dress, and if the design was working correctly, it would be good footage too. He asked a question which marge took up a reply, her voice was like an angel to him, he loved to hear it, loved to watch her talk, her mouth, her lips, he preferred her wearing lipstick though he knew she rarely did, tonight though she was.

It was at this point burns knew that homer would have to come into the equation, he couldn’t be seen to hogging his wife, it would complicate things, homer finished his dessert and burns offered him to the chair closest to his opposite his wife, he dutifully obliged, sitting with them burns let the conversation take its course.

It hadn’t taken the kids long to find the library, it literally filled a huge room, there must have been thousands upon thousands of books here, nor did it take lisa long to find the section she was looking for. She smiled as she scanned the hundreds of books on horses, more specifically the pony, she took out several, bart looked then smiled, sorry sis he said but I have my own thing to do now, and with that was gone. Lisa barely noticed, such was her excitement at the find and her desire to read. Bart left, he recalled the smile and wink from burns, he was acting strangely for him, nice, the words nice and burns didn’t go together, well he wouldn’t of thought so before today, he was almost…..normal. The library might be good place for you too, that’s what he had said, or something like that, was it a clue, was there, could there be a hidden room, passage or compartment here, bart looked around, if there was it could be anywhere, where would he begin.

His eyes scanned around, not really knowing what to look for, he knew it would be hard to find, it would be concealed otherwise it wouldn’t remain secret for too long, in the movies he liked, there were several ways to open such hidden rooms, moving a book, he hoped it wouldn’t be that or he could be here forever, a candlestick, he didn’t see one of those…a button….he sniggered, yeah right, it might as well be a book, a button couldn’t get found here. He wandered around up and down the rows and rows of books. Aisles full of shelves full of books all to no avail, no button no trick book to open a hidden door, he even retraced some of the paths he had already taken, down a small aisle he was beginning to get disheartened when he spotted something.

There behind some books, slipped down he saw the corner of yet another book, either fallen or….hidden, it was lucky he was the height he was for it was at his eye level, an adult would have missed it surely, he reached inside but the book wouldn’t move, shifting some of the books trapping it, it finally came out. There was no writing on either the face or rear and it felt weird to the touch, almost rubbery, bart sat up on a window frame to take as much light as possible and opened it, he blew the soft thin layer of dust and looked at the writing, it was almost like a diary but the writing was scrawled and like a broken English, some of the words he had to stare at before his brain finally made the word out. Never before had bart been so enthralled by a book, he was fully engrossed in it, he stood and started to walk from the library to his room, not even acknowledging lisa, he was smiling as he left, as he had decided or rather hoped that the book seemed to be a magic book, or book of magic to be more precise, as some of the sentences appeared to be incantations of some sort.

In his room, lay on his bed, the book before him, bart read the words slowly, he had made out that the incantations were to be said in the mind only, not out loud, it never said why but that’s the way it read to him. Full concentration was required, that could be a problem, his attention level was low, this however was interesting so perhaps it wouldn’t be the problem he thought. He read the next paragraph several times to make sure he had it right in his head, then with a deep breath he lay down the book and looked around the room until his eyes fell on the alarm clock, why not he thought, he slowed his breathing, cleared his mind and stared at the clock, when he felt ready he slowly said the relevant incantation to himself, still staring, after the third time of repeating it to him self the thing shifted slightly, WOAH bart said in startled surprise, the clock remained still, his concentration gone at his startled reaction.

Several more attempts revealed the same results until bart merely wished it to move and it did so, he returned to the book to find out what other secrets it held for him to discover. Bart had been reading hard for ages before he noticed it was darkening outside, he had seen several tricks as he now referred to them which he wanted to try, he had a little headache though from the reading and concentrating he had been doing, the writing was really bad, it made his look legible. A little nap he thought before he tried….he was going to have fun with this book.

Back down in the dinning room, the conversation was still strong, to a point. Burns had ensured the champagne had flowed and had been pleased as marge and homer had accepted it, making sure homers glass was filled quite high and he received more glasses than marge the next part of his plan was almost complete, he could see in marges eyes she was very tipsy, she had giggled at some of his stories like a little girl, he talked and glanced occasionally at homer, noticing the mans eyes becoming heavy, he inwardly smiled, not long now. In fact it was almost immediate, he heard a soft snore from the over weight over fed oaf and changed the subject deftly to his houses latest instalment, marge head heavy was leaning on her hand, the elbow on the table, wobbling slightly as she looked at him as he spoke.

He would occasionally look, now it had become accessible to do so down her dress as her slouched frame allowed. He didn’t get the full view he had earlier, but it was magnificent just the same, it took all his power not to reach out and slip a hand down and take the prize down there, the instalment he said, is a bit selfish for me really but ive always wanted one, it’s a small movie room, a movie room marge said, yes replied burns, I like movies so what better way to watch them than on the large screen, and no heads bobbing up and down spoiling your view, she laughed, you have your own mini theatre here in this house, yes replied burns he stood and offered his hand, follow me my dear, you can be the first to witness it.

Marge smiled and took his hand, her skin was warm and smooth, he was tingling between his thighs, if everything went as well as it had done so far, he would be sampling more of that warm flesh, bring your drink he said, marge was stood, she was a little teetery but she remained upright, she looked over at homer, burns saw this, oh let him be he said, he looks peaceful why spoil his dream, marge smiled then looked back at burns, come on then he said, he offered his arm in a link to which she slid her hand through, burns could smell her scent, her aroma, her body heat next to his, already his cock was throbbing in his trousers, this way he said, and guided her out of the dinning room.

Slowly he walked her to the quiet, secluded cinema room, everything was already prepared there for him, she was completely unaware, he could feel her balance shifting precariously as she walked but as she shifted to compensate she used him as support he body occasionally pressing more onto his, he loved every minute of it. Eventually there, he opened the door to the darkened room and switched on the lights, sure enough there at the front of the room was the large white screen as one saw at the cinemas though somewhat smaller. Before it sat a single leather seat for combatable viewing and a table beside that with an array of controls and a small tv screen, why a tv screen in a cinema she didn’t know, sit down my dear he said, and he guided her to the chair, he watched as she reached out and unsteadily bent and slipped into the chair, it was then he had a full view down her dress, it had sagged twice the amount he had seen earlier and he saw the full view of her breast as it sagged slightly also, with a full view of the nipples too. Burns choked but regained himself, his heart raced and he was trembling, with anticipation and a good dose of fear too. Marge sat and got comfy.

Right he said, firstly lets get the cinema mood, he pulled the table which was on wheels around the back of the chair where marge sat, he turned a switch to which the lights lowered, not so it was dark but dim, then he pressed several buttons and the screen lit up as light was beamed from behind them, from a small square in the wall which housed the film equipment. He leaned over the chair slightly and spoke softly in her ear, his eyes readily taking in the two orbs once more, as I said he began, this is a time for marge to relax and forget her worries and stresses, hmmm what kind of movie, his hands slid onto her shoulders and began to massage them, right first relax and enjoy, I don’t think a horror movie, tonight has been the wrong atmosphere for it, a comedy…..no I don’t think so the mood doesn’t fit that either……….I know…. Think of homer, think of your husband, how good you feel now, how in love you are, lets put on a love movie….no…more than that, not only are you in love, but your feeling and looking incredibly sexy……you are lusted after, you want to feel lusted after, here, watch this movie and ready yourself, ready yourself for homer…..for a night of love and passion.

Up to know marge had relaxed, was calm and at ease, she had looked at homer as he had drifted off in there conversation, but as Monty had said let him be, she had seen no harm in it, no harm in walking off with another man. She had listened as they had walked, he had talked about the house, it other owners and she was completely fine about everything, she had been impressed with the room, the large screen and secluded ness about it, she liked films and saw no better way than to watch them on the big screen, and to have your own personal one, well that was something she would never feel, Even as she sat in the chair, she felt ok, then she had felt his breath close to her neck as he spoke, he was much closer than before, it seemed as if he was being…..intimate with her, she could smell his aftershave or cologne, it was very nice, and even then she hadn’t felt threatened, until she felt his hands on her shoulders, then she felt….odd.

The champagne dulled the fear, but to a certain degree she was still aware what was happening, though not sinister was wrong, but she was relaxed, his voice almost hypnotic, his scent pleasing and calming, she should have stopped him but that also felt nice, he leaned back into the chair and accepted the massage, it did feel good, very good, the trepidation subsided and she waited, waited for the movie. The screen lit to life, soft music was playing, a women’s face was close up, slowly the camera panned back, she was before a mirror combing her long blonde hair, marge watched, the music was somehow erotic, burns breath beside her face again, his hands still gently massaging her, look at her marge, look at that woman, she is preparing herself, preparing herself for her partner, as you will be doing. The camera panned back again, she was wearing a gown, a night gown, the first few buttons were open showing a firm full cleavage.

Look, burns voice continued, see how sexy she looks, showing her womanly charms, yet hiding them at the same time, teasing the viewer, teasing her partner, marge had a feeling the movie would be more than a love film, she watched and listened to the music and his voice, she was relaxed, she is readying herself for him, she opened another button, more flesh was shown, she caressed her breasts making the nipples press against the material of her gown, she is aroused, very aroused, she wants her partner, she is going to show her partner her love. Marge had seen erotic movies and a couple of porn movies before, it wasn’t new to her, but with homer, never like this, in a way it was exciting, thrilling, the alcohol had lowered her inhibitions, she new this was wrong, alone, in a quiet room with another man, about to watch probably a mucky movie and yet instead of guilt she felt excited because of it.

his breath was still on her neck, his fingers caressed and massaged her shoulders, he was narrating the movie before her, she watched as the woman squeezed her breast, rubbed the nipple, she felt her breathing become heavier as her excitement grew, she was trembling slightly, then the camera panned back a little more, the reflection in the mirror showed another person, a man, yet he could not be seen fully, he was thin and semi naked, in fact apart from his underwear he was naked from hat she could see. He moved, he was making his way over to the woman, you could see her eyes following him in the mirror, then he was behind her. Her partner, Burns’s voice said, he’s there, watching her, watching her caress herself, burns wasn’t watching the movie, he glanced at it occasionally to make sure his narration was in sync. He concentrated more on marges breasts.

She was beginning to enjoy the movie, he could tell, her breathing had become sharper, he saw her breasts rise and fall quicker as he whispered the narration in her ear, her excitement growing as she watched the movie, he smiled as he talked to her as he could clearly see the front of her dress, the breasts not quite as round as two small yet growing points appeared as her nipples became harder as she became more and more aroused, also and more importantly, he could actually see down the dress as earlier, this time he could see the nipples becoming harder, his cock throbbed and twitched, his eyes transfixed on the event, this was so much better than he had imagined, so much more exciting than he dared to believe it would be.

He knew the movements of the man would alter, knew what was about to happen, not only had he seen the movie several times, he had appeared in it, he was the man, he was the man marge would soon watching fucking this woman. This thought alone raised his arousal levels a couple of more notches. As expected the moan moved, marge watched as he slipped beside her, he saw her position her self facing him, or rather his crutch, then marge watched as her had slipped onto the front of his underwear, sliding up and down, caressing the hidden contents, the natural bulge started to grow, this was very apparent, marges eyes were fixed on the bulge as it grew and grew, she bit her lip as she felt her pussy moisten and tingle in expectation, she wanted to see it, she wanted to see it hard, a flicker of doubt entered her head, what the hell was she doing here like this, what was burns doing, what had he in mind……the thought though died as she saw the tip of the penis force out from the elastic of this mans underwear as it continued to grow.

Then she saw the hand, it was cleverly filmed, no camera could be seen in the mirror, but the filming was taking place apparently right beside them, the how’s it was done suddenly vanished as the woman’s hand suddenly pulled down the front of the pants and the hard cock bounced forward towards her, marges eyes opened wide and she suppressed a gasp as the full size was revealed, quite impressive she thought, much bigger than homers, and very very hard, something unfortunately homer hadn’t been for many a year, hard yes, to allow penetration, but this thing looked like a piece of wood. She watched the woman take it and stroke it, she felt herself a little embarrassed at this point with her company and surroundings but that like the pang of guilt a few moments ago faded fast, the sight of the woman leaning forward and taking it in her mouth aroused her more she felt her moistness turn to wetness as she watched the woman’s head glide back and forth accepting the hard member.

Burns carried on talking to marge, his breath close to her face, he could feel it himself rebounding from her face, that’s you marge, imagine that’s you, your looking sexy, you’ve touched yourself for homer, you’ve aroused him, imagine yourself stroking his cock, yes you can feel it, the hardness, you want to hold it, feel the power of it in your hand, the blood pumping through the shaft, your mouth is wet, you want it in your mouth marge want to please him, burns felt marge shift slightly as she became engrossed in the film and his talk, she shifted as the woman shifted to take the cock, his cock in her mouth , burns moved one hand quickly from her shoulder and pressed a button on the table, the small tv screen which was mounted there sprang to life, not that he needed any more arousing, he just had to see for himself something which had played on his mind for awhile now, what the hidden camera beneath the table had recorded, sure enough, as his hand replaced itself on her shoulder and rubbed he talked as he took in the picture before him. He legs had been forced open slightly, but she had kept her thighs closed, there was a good view of thigh flesh but that was all at first, he spoke gently to her watching both the tv and cinema screens, he smiled after a few moments as he saw her thighs open slightly, she was becoming more relaxed obviously as the alcohol kicked in more, a few minutes and he got a perfect view of her gusset as they opened as she had moved in her seat. Even though the view had been a good one, the detail he had hoped for was not there, he had hoped to see her lips, or outline but the definition wasn’t that good, it didn’t matter, it still heightened his arousal.

Marge he whispered that’s you, faster and faster your pleasing homer, the cinema screen showed a hand reach down and take one of the breasts as it slid between the opened blouse flaps, you could see the hand and finger movement under the soft material as the breast was caressed, it was at this point burns had decided to make his move, it was a make or break time, he hoped for make, his hands slid from her shoulders down, marge you can feel homers hand sliding onto your breast, as he did so his heart raced as they slid down, forward over her chest, he felt the warmth and rise of her flesh as his bony old hands slipped down the front of her dress and felt the hard nipples on his fingers as they enveloped over the breasts taking them into his hands, they were warm and firm, soft and silky the feeling burning itself to memory, he felt and heard her sigh as he took both breasts in his hands and gently squeezed.

For years, ever since the fist time he had seen her, he had had a crush, more than a crush, in a way he felt deep down he loved her, he never let anyone know of course. That was the one and only reason he had kept homer on at the plant, why he had re employed him so many times, the last thing he needed was to drive an immovable wedge between him and her, not that there was anything there, but in his mind, there had always been the possibility, he didn’t want her hating him. Now though, here he was alone with her, and yes she was drunk but not too drunk and he was holding, no caressing both her breasts and she wasn’t resisting or stopping him, he had to keep up the talking had to keep her aroused, he couldn’t fail now.

The drink, the film and the whispers she was getting in her ear, the dirty talking all coupled together aroused marge in a different way than she had felt before, sexually of course, but in a mental way too, though she was only watching the film, the talking in her ear made her feel like she was there, she was doing this for homer, to homer it was hard for her to put into words, but she didn’t need to explain it to herself it was happening and that was all that mattered. She could imagine herself, imagine homers cock before her, and as she saw the woman take it in her mouth, she felt her doing it to homer, something she admitted she rarely did. She felt her heart racing, felt her breathing quickening, her emotions, imagination and arousal running wild, she heard the voice telling her homers hand were on her, she felt homers hands on her, felt them slip into her dress felt the tingle as his fingers then hands grazed over her hard erect and excited nipples, felt them take hold of and gently squeeze her firming breasts, he was gentle, more caring than normal, or was it her imagination. She sighed to his touch, moaned as the caressing quickened, becoming more intense yet still gentle she felt herself ease back into the chair and push her chest out to the tender touch.

This was going better than he had hoped for, better than he had imagined, as he felt her arch slightly to his touch he knew he had to keep going, he would never forget this moment, this feeling ever, if it ended now he would still be happy, though he didn’t want it to end, he slid to his left, down to the side of her chair, kneeling beside her, he looked at her face, her eyes were open but barely, she was lost in her thoughts, he knew it was partly to the film but mainly to his talking, making her believe she was with homer. He looked at her bare breasts in his hands, they were perfect, in every detail, not too large or small, just perfect, as were her nipples, her areola tight and contracted, the nipples pressed out to attention, he watched his hands as they caressed and squeezed every art of them, then he looked at her face again, taking pleasure from her enjoyment, enjoyment he was giving her.

He smiled, he kept his right hand firmly placed on her left breast, then he watched as his left hand slid off, off onto her chest, downwards, down onto her belly, then stomach then down onto her thigh, he caressed up and down feeling the thigh beneath the silky dress’s material, his heart was pounding in his chest, his cock ached to be released, he was almost panting, show me…show homer he corrected what you want, what you want him to do, his mouth opened with a soundless gasp as he watched her legs slide open in his chair, oh my god, oh yes he thought, his hand slipped up under her dress, he felt her warm thigh, the soft skin, no stockings, no nylons, she had no need, her legs were magnificent, especially to him, higher and higher, the skin becoming warmer, hotter the higher his hand moved, he could feel the flesh trembling, or was it him, he neither knew nor cared at this point.

Suddenly marge felt the hand sliding up her dress, felt homers hand or rather felt the hand and saw homers hand in her head sliding up her dress, over her thighs, she had already opened her legs for him, she knew, she wanted him to do this to her, she ached for his touch, yet his touch was somehow different, more caring, less rushed, she loved homer but he could sometimes, no most times rush onwards without seeming to care for her feelings, desires or needs, but not now, or was it her, she was wet, no she was soaking, she yearned for this, she moaned as she felt the hand getting very close, she was beginning to tremble all over with anticipation, then she groaned out loud as she felt the fingers touch, not even touch her pussy but the upper part of her thigh to the side of her panties, she was very excited and wanted it to happen quickly.

Burns couldn’t believe how excited and aroused she was, he didn’t care, he wanted this woman, and he was going to take her, he just knew deep down within a short period of time he was going to be plunging his aching hard cock deep into her wet pussy, the mere thought and images of this almost had him blowing in his pants. Her groan as he touched barely the side of her panties was the sign for him, his hand stiffened and pushed under the side, feeling instantly the closely cropped pubic hair, he stood and kissed her neck, his hand turning and delving between her thighs, feeling the smooth shaven skin of her labia, his finger instantly finding the open slit, the soaking wet slit, she inhaled deeply and arched her back gasping as his finger slid deep into the wet hot hole.

God she was wet, he heard the soft squelches as he slid his finger in and out, then slid two in, just as easy, bringing yet another moan of pleasure from her perfect mouth, he pressed his fingers in deep, yet slowly, feeling the knuckles press against her puffy lips, she gasped again, her thighs fighting to pen wider, the arms of the chair stopping them, but still she was trying, shaking and trembling from head to toe, burns slid his fingers in and out, faster and faster, oh god she softly moaned, homer, I think im coming, burns gritted his teeth, he was overwhelmed with pleasure at what he was seeing and doing, he was glad to the core that it was he doing this to her, making her feel this way, but he was angered she believed it was homer, it had served its purpose a moment ago, but know he wanted her to know it wasn’t homer at all, it was him.

An idea entered his head, it was risky, very risky it could even end what was happening now, could end the visit all together, could even get him a good beating from homer, he was a big bloke and could easily inflict a great deal of pain and injury on such a frail body as his, but………it was or would be worth it if it came off. His two wet fingers slipped wetly from her pussy, his middle taking no time in finding the erect clitoris, it was very sensitive, hers even more so, a fresh gasp emitted from her mouth as he touch, then rubbed it, he felt her hips begin to gyrate to his finger motions, felt her breathing quicken even more, yes yes yes she whispered, she was close, marge……marge he whispered, her eyes opened then closed then re opened as if coming from a deep sleep, open your eyes marge he whispered, they did, staring before her, watching the movie, marge, look at me…..he was dreading yet wanting this…..look at me, slowly her eyes turned to look at him…….he smiled…..its me was all he said.

Marge felt the fingers slip from inside her, she then felt them on her clitoris, the rush of excitement shocked her as it coursed through her body, she gasped, it was so good, it felt so good, she was tingling all over, she felt the warmth growing in her groin, she was getting closer now, she ground her hips onto the fingers, closer closer, she then heard a voice, deep inside her head, becoming clearer, calling her, her name was being called definitely, she opened her eyes, blurred…..closed and opened them again, the large picture of the woman still taking the huge cock into her mouth filled her eyes, then she heard look at me, she turned her head, she was almost there, so very close, intense flows of excitement rushing, rushing closer, its me she heard, saw the face,……..shock……it was burns….he..he he had his fingers in her, then the shock went as the orgasm flooded from her, she closed her eyes and groaned with pleasure as she felt her panties becoming drenched with the juices which flowed. The image of burns gone, the thoughts of him gone…just ecstasy as she came.

Burns had seen the look in her face, the recognition her eyes had revealed, though her eyes were closed now, and she was back in the seat, her body trembling from the orgasm he had just given her he knew or thought it could be over, he had to carry on, fight back, not let it end this way, he stood and continued to apply pressure on her clitoris, she still moaned, her hips still gyrated, she wasn’t or couldn’t hide what she was experiencing, he unzipped his pants, undid the button and let them fall to the floor, he slipped out his cock, the cool air enveloped it, it felt good, felt good to be free, free from the tight confines of his trousers, still rubbing her clitoris, he took her free hand and brought it towards his throbbing member, it was then her eyes opened slightly to look, look why her hand was being pulled.

No she whispered, no, but her words belied her actions as burns placed her had on his cock, it twitched instantly to the touch and he moaned as he felt her fingers encircle his hard shaft, not only that he felt them tighten around it as she gripped it, he gasped in pleasure and his eyes closed, monty she said, we shouldn’t, really we shouldn’t, but again with a little coaxing from his hand he slowly encouraged hers to slid up and down, to which she did so on her own, she was still trembling in her seat, she was saying no but her hand was slowly jerking him off, her legs were still open and she was allowing him to finger her still, burns was in heaven.

Marge he whispered, oh marge, he reached out and placed his hand on her hair, ran his fingers through it as she continued to rub his cock, his fingers continued to rub the soaking pussy, he slipped his hand around her neck and pulled her gently towards him, gently towards his waiting cock, no…no she whispered still, im married, homer, what of homer, homers not here burns replied, still pulling, she wasn’t resisting though she wasn’t coming forward of her own accord, we cant, her voice was broken her breathing hard, she was close again thought burns, his rubbing increased in speed, she groaned and still he pulled, then he felt the tip touch her mouth, instead of the refusal from her opening mouth, he gasped in pleasure and delight as he felt her move forward on her own, her mouth open and he felt the warm saliva and interior of her mouth as she willingly took his cock in.

Her mind was saying no, but her body was screaming yes, she felt the cock on her hand, instinctively she took it, no not instinctively, she wanted it, she had seen its hardness, she had wanted to feel it, her hand gripped it, she felt each ripple, felt the coursing of the blood pumping inside, she gripped tighter, bringing a moan from him, his fingers were really rubbing and she could feel yet another, more powerful orgasm coming, then she felt herself being pulled, pulled towards his cock, she knew what he wanted her to do, it didn’t repulse her, nor was she eager to oblige…..or was she, the closer she got, the sexual smell increased from it, it aroused her more, if that was at all possible, she pictured homers face in her head, then all of a sudden his face went, and she had a desire, a burning desire to take it in her mouth….and she did so………seconds later her mouth was full and she was trying also to moan as she felt the orgasm hit.

Burns felt the shudder of her second orgasm, he body was rapidly convulsing I the chair, the muffled moans from her sounded almost amusing as she tried not only to moan and to force is cock further into her mouth, better than he planned it to go, he looked down at her opened legs, her dress raised revealing the two shapely limbs, his hand between her thighs his fingers once more delved deep into the hot wet flesh interior of her pussy, the squelching as he thrust them faster into her, she whimpered as she bobbed her head back and forth furiously onto him, he gritted his teeth, his eyes closed tightly, he fought hard, he wanted so much to blow his load deep into her throat but his desire to shoot it into her pussy was greater, he was going to fuck this woman hard tonight.

He pulled his wet oily fingers from her pussy and rammed them into his mouth, the taste was divine, thick juices mixed with saliva as he tasted her, tasted her sexuality, he wanted more, he moved from her listening to his cock as it came from her mouth, her moan, then he was kneeling between her thighs and then his mouth was pressed onto the twin shaven lips, his tongue forcing them open as it snaked inside her, his hand, pulling her panties to the side allowing him free access, again she pressed back into the chair as waves of pleasure once again swept over her as she felt his tongue flicking in and out of her, then a sucking and licking of her still erect clitoris, then back inside, his assault was relentless, she gripped the arms of the chair and slid down onto his mouth wanting it more needing it more, again she felt the quick growing of yet another impending orgasm, she had never felt like this before, never came this much or hard before.

Homer was still downstairs in the dinning room, he was still on the chair, arms folded over his chest, softly snoring which for him was unusual, thirty feet directly above his head his boss was on his knees before the opened legs of his wife, his bosses tongue was deep inside his wife tasting her pleasures giving her those pleasures, he couldn’t see it, but for the third time that night her head fell back her mouth opened emitting a loud moan as she orgasmed for the third time, burns hands slid up and they both took hold of the side of marges panties, quickly, and for the first time forcibly unable to control his lust he pulled them down, slipping them off and casting them to the floor, he knelt forward, her hand pressed against his chest in realisation of what he intended to do, no Monty no, we’ve already done far too much we cant, we cant, her voice was merely a noise in his ears, indiscernible words, he pressed his cock to her open lips, her hand slackened and she let out a moan, her arm freely giving as she felt him slowly enter her, she then grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward, pulled him deep into her, breathing in sharply with pleasure as she felt each thick hard inch easily enter, filling her, ohh god she moaned yes……yes ……fuck me fuck me.

Burns was in heaven, he looked at the woman he had adored all these years, seeing her so far and unattainable, now, her head cast back into his chair, her eyes closed and mouth wide open, moans of pleasure filling his ears, down, her dress top pulled down and over her two full firm naked breasts, each of his hands holding and kneading them, lower, her dress ridden up, he legs open, him between them plunging his hard cock into her wet slit, back and forth in a steady quick rhythm, once unattainable, now his. His ears were filled with her moans, his moans, the wet noises from her pussy and the slapping of bare skin as he rammed his cock home into her. He could feel his orgasm growing, he slowed and pulled out, marge opened her eyes to see why all had stopped, she saw burns reach for and take her arm and guide her round so he could take her from behind, she didn’t need the guiding, she simply shifted into her seat obligingly, he smiled as he looked down at the firm peach like ass raised up offering herself to him, her two lips shaven and smooth pressed out with the open gash between, he pressed once again his cock into it, it parted and he slid in again, he took her arse in his hands and began again his pumping actions, he knew he wasn’t going to last too long so he slowed, he wanted to ejaculate so much, but he was going to make her come again, at least one more time, he didnt know why he wanted her in this position, he never really liked it like others seemed to, he preferred to see the womens faces as he fucked them, but now he just wanted to fuck her from behind and shoot his hot semen into her.

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