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Simpsons Episode VII: What To Do With The Children

	Homer quickly shuddered as he took survey of the scene he saw in
Bart’s room.  In one hand was his engorged dick. Bart grunted as he
pistoned his hand up and down his cock, sometimes stopping to spit on it
for lubrication, and sometimes stopping to squeeze his hairless balls. In
the boy’s other hand was a piece of computer paper with a picture of two
people fucking on it.  The two lovers caught on camera appeared to be an
office, the woman was young and beautiful, and the man was quite old and
weak looking.  That was all he could discern from his distance though. Then
Homer noticed that Bart wasn’t only looking at the picture, but often
turned his head to peer through a hole in the wall. (Where’d that come from?)

	Homer felt like he should do something, but couldn’t bring himself
to put an end to this twisted show. Homer noticed that his own schlong was
slowly growing. The fat man thought to himself, “I can’t be turned on by
this, it’s my own kid, and he’s a boy! This doesn’t mean that I’m gay,
does it?”

	His thoughts were interrupted by a moan. Bart’s body went rigid,
and Homer saw his cock pulsate, and then erupt in a geyser of cum. Bart had
a cup which he used to catch every drop of spunk in. Homer thought that was
to prevent a gooey mess, but was quickly proven wrong.  The boy brought the
glass up to his lips, and slowly sipped every last drop of his cum.  Homer,
forgetting himself, loudly said “Ewwww!”

	Bart jumped a foot due to the scare. “What the hell are you doing
Homer?  Are you some kind of sicko?”

	“Uhmm, no.  I came up here to have a little talk with you about
some of your... recent activities.  What are you doing with that picture?
Where’d you get it?” Homer really didn’t know what to say, so he just
questioned Bart.

	“None of your god-damn business Homer!” With that, Homer angrily
grabbed Bart’s neck and demanded an answer. In fear, Bart managed to reply,
“the internet.” Homer grabbed the picture and put it in his pocket, “I can
use this later!” he thought.  Then he pushed Bart aside to see what was so
interesting in the next room through the hole.  As he peered in, Homer saw
Marge sitting on Lisa’s bed, talking.  She was talking to Lisa, just like
he was supposed to talk to Bart.

	All in one breath, “Bart, son, we have to talk.  You should not
expect to, you know, get lucky, with every girl you meet.  You shouldn’t be
having sex with anyone yet. Good talking to you, bye!” Homer quickly left
the room for Bart to contemplate.

	While all of this was going on, Marge was talking to Lisa.  When
Marge entered her middle child’s room, she found a highly provocative
scene.  In ecstacy, Lisa was forcing a big fat ten inch plastic cock into
her little pussy.  She had no way of fitting all of it into her love
channel, but she tried anyway. Quickly, the second grader would jam the
schlong in and out, and then pause.  Lisa repeated this several times, each
ending in a short, soft moan. Then, Marge noticed something.  That sex toy
was her own!  She had bought it because Homer never finished the job. 
After three minutes of sloppy sex with Homer’s puny, unfulfilling dick, her
best friend, Mr. Ten Inch was always there to satisfy her.

	Without thinking, Marge quickly stammered, “Lisa, where’d you get
that?” Lisa froze and stared at her mother in silence.  Finally, she said,
“Don’t you knock?” This was the second time this week that Marge had heard
that phrase. This was the second time this week she had walked in on one of
her children masturbating.

	Marge sat on the bed next to her unfulfilled, lustful daughter.
They looked at each other sharply; Marge was mad because her secret had
been found, and Lisa was angry because she hadn’t cum yet.  After a few
minutes of sitting in silence, Lisa gained enough courage to utter, “Mom,
could you leave the room, I kind of need to finish this.” and she pointed
to the big yellow dick sticking out of her cunt.

	Surprising both herself and Lisa, Marge replied, “Honey if your
going to do that, you have to learn how to do it right, you’re going about
it all wrong.” Another silence came about. Neither Marge nor Lisa, in their
wildest dreams, ever expected that to come out of the forty year old
woman’s mouth. As Marge reached out to grab “The Pummeler,” that’s what the
brand was anyway, she saw a hole in the wall, and an eye slowly coming
toward the hole.  She quickly stopped and started giving a lecture she had
practiced in her mind. Homer couldn’t know that she was doing what she had
told him that he couldn’t do.

	When the eye finally left, Marge reached for the dick and slowly
started to push it in and pull it back out of Lisa’s little pussy.  Long,
deep moans emerged from the young girl’s mouth. As Lisa built up toward
orgasm, Marge felt slightly turned on as well. “What the hell?” she
thought, and began to rub her lips, in order to release the juice and
fulfill her growing need for an orgasm.  Lisa was shivering with every
thrust, and smiling with every withdrawal.  In her ecstacy, she didn’t even
realize her surroundings. She pulled at her nipple, then flicked her clit,
then humped the cock ferociously, and loved every minute of it.

	Very soon, Lisa’s body went stiff. The contractions in her love
tube were strong, and tried to squeeze cum out of the fake dick.  She
screamed in sheer pleasure, and cried for more. But, Marge promptly pulled
it out, and told Lisa never to have sex until she was married, and ran down
to the kitchen.

	Meanwhile, Homer was in the bedroom kicking things over and
punching the wall.  At a closer look, the picture he confiscated from Bart
was of two people he knew.  The man was stinky old Mr. Burns.  The young,
luscious woman was Marge! There was a date stamp in the bottom left reading
“3/22/86.” That was just after the wedding! “How could she do this to me!”
Homer cried out in fury.  “What was she thinking! Old man Burns couldn’t be
better than me!” Then Homer looked at the picture again.  Everything about
Burns was skinny, frail and weak. His neck, his arms, his stomach and his
legs. Then, Homer screamed.  Burns had the biggest cock he had ever seen!
It had to be at least 12 inches long, and 5 inches wide! Homer stuck the
picture in his pants pocket, and went to bed crying.

	The next morning, at the Leftorium, Ned Flander’s store, business
was usual, zilch.  Ned was on the phone with the Reverend. Sarcastically,
the Reverend said to Ned, “I really don’t think that there is any reason
for your wife to cheat on you,” knowing in full well that she had cheated
on him many times.

	“But Reverend, she is always asking to you know, copulate, and
last night when I was going to give in, she kept on sending signals that
she wasn’t interested. Instead, I just gave her some ice cream. What should
I do?”

	Not really caring, Reverend Lovejoy said, “You should have an
affair, and then tell her about it.  If she gets mad, then you know that
she’s been faithful to you. Okay Ned? Bye.” And the Reverend hung up.

	“Have an affair?” Ned said to himself. “But the Bible says Thou
shall not covet thy neighbors wife. I guess the Reverend knows what he’s
talking about though. Let’s see, my neighbor’s wife.  That would be Marge. 
She’ll go for the idea, I’m sure that dern Simpson feller never is very
good in bed.” With that, Ned made a mental note, and went back to
categorizing the left-handed can openers.

	Back at Flander’s homer, the two boys were spanking off while
there mother watched. Maud thought to herself “This has got to stop.  They
are too innocent to be doing this.” But Maud just continued to sick a big
fat plastic cock up her ass, and encourage her boys.


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Find out what happens next in Simpsons Episode VIII: Who’s Cheating On Who?


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