Homer dropped his pants, revealing his erected maleness to his relieved wife. "Ok honey, he said. But it'll have to be a quickie." Marge didn't have time to thank him: Homer sprang forward and lifted her by the waist. She landed on the kitchen table, sending plates and glasses crashing on the ground. In the motion, Homer had lifted her dress to expose her sex and she had been on her back for less than a second before his cock plunged deep into her eager pussy. She gasped. her legs rested on Homer's shoulders, his arms wrapped around her thighs and as he fucked her hard, making the table squeak and crack, he bent over and grasped his wife's tits. Marge was moaning and crying in pleasure. "I haven't come thrice in an hour for ages!" said Homer. Marge was surprised and wanted to ask what he had done, but a 4th orgasm caused her to scream louder than usual and wiped all her doubts away (fortunately, in time, she had learned to cum quickly with Homer).
He had not pinned her for more than a minute when he felt his next climax incoming. "Now I'm gonna fuck your tits till I explode!" said Homer, retreating from Marge's pussy and swiftly (for a man his size) jumping on the table. She held her boobs in place as he stuck his moist cock between them and started moving back and forth. "Hurry Homie, she said, I can't breathe very well when you're sitting on my stomach."
But Homer had other things on his mind. He felt very close to cumming. Very close. But he couldn't seem to bring himself over the edge. "Stupid Lisa, he thought. That's all her fault..." Very close... It wouldn't have been a problem if he hadn't stupidly decided to tit-fuck Marge. He could always feign to cum deep down her pussy, but it was hard to feign a nice, big facial! "Oh, what am I gonna do? thought Homer. I need to cum. Must think sexy thoughts... must think sexy thoughts..." He pressed Marge's melons together a little harder and closed his eyes. "Go, Homer! I'm ready! Make it sticky!" said Marge, opening her mouth.
"Stupid Lisa, thought Homer. I should not have fucked her... I mean, she should not have taunted me to fuck her! Yes, she's a whore. A whore!" A small pulsation made his cock wager. "Yes. And she better be in for more action tonight. And tomorrow, I'm showing Marge what a whore she has grown up to be..." He squeezed her tits harder. Marge let go a small cry of pain. "Yes, I'll ass-fuck her on the kitchen table. In front of the whole family. And I'll have Marge blow Bart while I teach Lisa a lesson!" Homer's hands were crushing his wife's huge juggs. His cock could barely move under the pressure. Marge yelled: "Ouch! Homer! Let go! You're hurting me! Homer!" But he was so close to cum! "Yes, he kept thinking. And then, I'll have Bart ass-fuck his sister too! While I ass-fuck their mother! And we'll tie them down and stuff them in every hole! When we want! How hard we want! That'll teach them! The little whores! Whores!" "WHORE!" he yelled in Marge's face as a strong jet of sperm came splashing her face from between the crushed mountains of flesh.
As soon as he was done cumming, Homer got off the table, wiped his cock on Marge's shredded dress and grabbed his pants. "I'll put them on on the way" he thought and wandered out the door, half naked. Marge wheezed in relief, massaging her dolorous boobs, cum covering her neck and face. "Homer! she called. Don't forget your appointment this afternoon!" |