Marj's Sex Life
It's midnight outside, the musty bar is empty except for Marge and Moe.
"No, Moe, don't even think about it, it's not happening! I'm disgusted..." Marge snorted, hating everything about Moe: his crooked face, his body, the stench of rotten fish that always emanated from his entire being. "Come on, Marge, it's not that bad, what did you expect?" said the bartender, approaching the slender figure of the woman who had been completely inaccessible to him until now.
Your husband, my friend, is sitting in jail right now, under lock and key, he's lonely and miserable, so why don't you want to help him? Moe said, moving right up close to Marge.
"Don't you dare come near me!" Marge cried out, recoiling from the man she
hated. How can you call my Homer your friend when you're the one suing him!"How beautiful she is," thought Moe. In her tight green dress, her chest carefully hidden somewhere deep inside. Oh Marge, how long I've dreamed of this moment, finally it's approaching, closer and closer. How you frown, how fierce your gaze is... but it's okay, today you will be mine, your delicious ass will be impaled on my penis, which has long been starved for this... Moe sighed sadly, realizing how long it had been since he'd had a woman, and here, suddenly, what a great chance to fuck this strict, faithful-to-a-fat-idiot woman... how did he manage it? Maybe this immaculate beauty actually likes sucking the cocks of fat, sweaty men...
"What are you thinking about, Moe?" Marge became wary, seeing how greedily Moe was studying her body.
"Oh, nothing like that," Moe flinched, caught in his thoughts. But what do you want from me, baby? Moe mumbled, gathering his courage. "I'm forced to take this step, Homer, in his stupidity, drank my antique wine, worth a fortune, how do you think he can pay me back?" Moe said, discreetly scratching his dick, swelling in sweet anticipation. Which did not escape Marge's attentive gaze.
"Oh God," thought Marge, looking at Moe with contempt, on whom her future, Homer's future, the future of her three children depended. "Poor Bart, Lisa, and Maggie," Marge thought bitterly of her beloved children... After all, if Homer isn't there, how will she feed them...
What should I do, give myself to this worm who's been harassing me for years, who disgusted me just by his appearance, not to mention... — Marge felt sick at the thought of giving herself to Moe.
"I'm starting to lose patience, Marge," Moe suddenly barked, looking at Marge brazenly and lustfully. Either you give me what I've been waiting for all these years, or Homer gets locked up for a long time, you hear?!... (Moe licked his lips sweetly, mentally already fucking the resisting Marge)
The moon illuminated the dark bar.
"I'll have to do it, for Homer, for myself, for the children," thought Marge. Out loud, she said with pride, contempt, and desperation in her voice — well, I'm waiting!
Moe mentally rejoiced. "Of course, baby, it'll be over quickly," he said, thinking to himself. I've waited so long for this that I won't fuck you quickly at all now, but in a way you never dreamed of. Moe led Marge into a narrow back room.
"Hmmmm, what a dump," Marge said loudly, with her whole demeanor demonstrating her independence, pretending she hadn't yet fallen into the clutches of the so-hated Moe.
"Shut up," said Moe, sitting on a box. "Well, and?" said Moe, snickering maliciously, looking up harshly at the standing, inaccessible Marge.
"What, and?" Marge said, casting a contemptuous glance at Moe's stained pants, where dried droplets of urine from a broken fly were visible.
"Get to it," Moe commanded, leaning back, spreading his knees. Moe imagined how this wonder-woman, immaculate and proud, would now deepthroat.
"Oh damn," Moe remembered he hadn't washed in a long time, that his dick probably smelled of fish and sweat right now. "Oh well," Moe said to himself — Marge will like it.
"What am I doing, what am I doing?" Marge panicked to herself. How could I have agreed to this. "You have to, Marge, the main thing is for it to be over as soon as possible," she thought, getting on her knees, placing her hands on Moe's dirty pants.
Marge slowly took off his sweaty pants, pulled off his long-unwashed, stained underwear and saw it. Right in front of her face, very close, lay a flaccid penis, not protruding from the foreskin, all tangled in pubic hair. A musty smell of rotten fish hit her nostrils as she took Moe's dick in her hand and began slowly masturbating it. There was a peephole in the ceiling of the back room, and through it, the bar's regulars, in a crowd, watched wide-eyed as the inaccessible-to-any-of-them, the old drunks' Marge, the immaculate flower, after not masturbating for long, unexpectedly took the penis of the vilest of them all — Moe — into her mouth.
"The dick is swollen enough for me to take it in my mouth and get this over with as soon as possible," thought Marge, carefully placing the cock inside herself, pursing her lips, sucking, licking the poorly smelling, red head, running her tongue around it, encountering and licking off the white coating.
Marge's head began to rhythmically bob on Moe's dick, who was moaning sweetly at the time. Moe's hands dropped onto Marge's high hairdo, he tightly gripped her hair and, lifting himself up a bit, began moving his pelvis in time with Marge's head, trying to shove his slippery, foul-smelling cock as deep as possible into the immaculate mouth of another man's wife, who not long ago kissed her children goodnight, now sucking off a stale, all-day dick of a poorly smelling bartender in a back room. Meanwhile, the crowd watched from above as blue-haired Marge, speeding up the pace, swallowed Moe's head.
"How disgusting, how disgusting," Marge thinks to herself, plunging the dick into her mouth again and again. Her proud nature was filled with indignation. She had to lick with her tongue, suck Moe's cock. Without interrupting the movements of her head, Marge wondered — Maybe bite it off?.
Meanwhile, Moe, as if sensing danger, pulled his now somewhat sticky dick out of Marge's mouth.
"Now turn around, baby," the bartender mumbled, snickering maliciously.
"What is he doing to me?" she thought with horror, suddenly remembering her children for some reason. Moe bent Marge's slender figure, put her on all fours on the floor, and began tearing her panties...
"Don't you dare, Moe," Marge flared up. I never let Homer there, and you I...
"So, I'll be the first," Moe snapped. Such a firm ass, and without an owner, how can that be! With a sharp movement, Moe ripped off Marge's panties and before him opened two wonderful buttocks that more than one man in Springfield had dreamed of. Two slender, perfect buttocks. Moe's dick was abundantly lubricated with Marge's saliva, he directed it into the narrow hole right above the vagina. The dick began to enter the small opening with difficulty. Marge, who had never allowed Homer to enter her ass before, was furious at such pressure, but she could do nothing. Moe's dick tightly entered her ass. Making smooth movements, Moe periodically drove his dick all the way into Marge Simpson's narrow hole.
"Where are you, my Marge?" thought Homer at that time, not suspecting that his hitherto faithful wife, emitting loud moans, with her hair pulled, was being taken in the ass by his friend Moe.
"Oh yes baby, like that," Moe muttered, sweetly revering, having shoved his cock into Marge's narrow buttocks. Meanwhile, exhausted Marge, having already lost all her anger, moaned languidly.
"Oh Marge, baby, something tasty is about to flow now," Moe shouted, fidgeting a bit, pulling his dick out of Marge's tight ass. "Get on your knees," Moe cried out furiously.
"No, I don't want to, I can't," Marge uttered, desperately trying to resist.
"You will, now you'll do everything," said Moe, slapping Marge on the cheek and putting her on her knees right in front of his protruding, blood-engorged head. "Open your mouth," Moe growled maliciously.
This time Marge did not resist, opening her sweet mouth. Moe, taking Marge by the head, smoothly but firmly driving in his dick, which had just barely emerged from the tight ass of his friend's wife, began with slow movements to work her mouth, which had refused him affection so many times.
"Oh yes Marge, take this," Moe roared throughout the bar, pressing the head of the mother of three right up close, besides the smell of stale fish, now feeling a new taste. (Porno stories) "Enjoy my juice," he said, releasing streams of hot semen into Marge's mouth, covering her teeth, tongue, lips with sperm. Marge felt the semen, tasting like sea sludge, slowly filling her mouth. She opened her eyes, saw how bartender Moe's dick was sticking in her mouth, how it twitched nervously, releasing the last streams that landed on the unfinished corner of her mouth, stiffening from orgasm, not releasing her head, driving it all inside, watching as his terrible hairy balls hung right at her long neck.
Finally, Moe pulled his dick out of her mouth, but noticing droplets of semen on the tip of the red head, he made the exhausted Marge open her mouth slightly to plunge his already limp penis into her again, so she could lick the remnants with her lips.,.
At this fateful moment, Marge looked up and saw the crowd of drunks gawking at them. While Moe rotated his penis in her mouth, trying to wipe it properly, Marge, shifting her gaze full of hatred from the drunks to the hated Moe, without removing his now completely spent penis, she, baring her teeth, pressing her head closer to Moe's crotch, before he could understand anything, bit down on the bartender's soft sausage with all her might, sharply jerking her head, tearing the dick out with a whistle.
Later it became clear that the wine Homer drank was not antique at all, but the most ordinary. Moe, however, secretly filmed porn with a hidden camera, and for extra money allowed local drunks to watch the process live. The story of Marge biting off the penis became widely known, for which she was eventually imprisoned, later assigned to community service. After Marge returned home, Homer no longer trusted his wife to suck his dick, from which the inaccessible Marge secretly suffered.