Perhaps it was the rainy weather or maybe the fact that Marge's husband went to Moe's Tavern. While the kids were on a road trip with Grandpa and were not expected home for quite some time, that had in a
slightly depressed mood, whatever the reason for her melancholy the last thing
Marge wanted to do was to leave the comfort and security of her own home. In
any event, the blue haired beauty knew she had to venture
out this evening. Marge promised Bart’s teacher, who had to leave town for the weekend,
that she would stop in at the school for the parent teacher-conference to discuss Bart’s behavior with Ms. Krabappel (also plan by Mr. Skinner). Edna is a 4th grade teacher who has it out for Bart.
Mr. Skinner is the principal of Springfield Elementary.
It was his responsibility to make sure everything runs smoothly at the school
whenever things got out of control. Unfortunately, Mr. Skinner wasn't there that day because of food poisoning.
Reluctantly Marge
headed toward the bathroom to make herself presentable for her friends at the meeting.
After a quick shower , she felt somewhat refreshed , ready to face the
evening. The hint of a smile even traced her luscious lips as she stood naked in
front of the full length mirror examining her incredible figure. Marge Simpson
cupped her impressive breasts, 36DD to be exact, expertly her hands massaged,
caressed and fondled her massive melons. Balancing her ample bosom in the palms
of her hands, the thumb and forefinger of each hand worked their way over her
fleshy orbs and latched on to perpetually erect nipples. A soft sigh escaped
Marge lips as she twisted, tugged and stretched her firm nipples. She watched
in admiration as her rigid nibs grew even larger rising up like bullets from
her silver dollar sized areola.
Panting audibly now, Marge released her right breast from her grasp. Working
her left tit with increased frenzy she let her right hand begin a slow descent
down her soft belly. Her palm patted and stroked silky smooth flesh, lingering
near her belly button, her index finger toyed with her deep navel. Soon Marge's
hand slid lower feeling the small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. A warm
sensation started to radiate from between her legs, suddenly two fingers were
pressing hard against her sensitive slit. Running her fingers up and down the
length of her pussy, Marge gasped out loud , her moist folds of sensitive,
pink flesh began to unfurl as her finger buried itself deep inside the hot hole.
A second finger joined the first, she worked her two fingers in and out of her
wet pussy , like a concert pianist her fingers played inside her pussy, hitting
all the right keys. The tempo picked up speed, faster and faster she plunged her
fingers into her responsive hole. Marge started to tap the top of her slit very
heavily and quickly with her thumb, soon her clit began to emerge from it's
protective folds of skin. Her tiny pink bud of pleasure began to rise and grow
with every thump of her thumb. Nearly an inch in length, she easily trapped it
between her thumb and index finger, squeezing and pulling on it until. Marge
tossed her head back relishing the currents of pleasure that ran through her
like electricity. Marge moaned out loud while her entire body shook with the
spasms of an incredible orgasm.
Marge's trembling legs were no longer able to support her weight, slowly she
slid down to her knees, her legs spread far apart, she leaned forward and rested
her elbows and arms on the floor, her well rounded ass jutting upward,
"Oooooooooooh....ahhhhhhhhhhhh", the buxom Marge was consumed in lust. Marge's
voluptuous ass was pressed between her hot body and the plush carpeted floor in her
bed room, she swayed her body from side to side, letting her sensitive nipples
rub against the carpet , her ass waving seductively in the air. The stimulation
to her breasts alone, was enough to cause her body to tingle in response to
the early stirring of yet another orgasm.
Sweating profusely and breathing hard, she was simply out of control, she had
to touch her self again to complete her journey toward sexual gratification. The
sex crazed woman shifted her weight to her left arm , causing her immense bosom
to grind into the carpet, she cried out from the pain as her tender tit was
flattened between her body and the floor. Pain soon turned to pleasure as her
breasts plunged deeper into the thick pile of the carpeting, the fiber
surrounded her eraser like nipples, caressing them like a thousand tiny fingers.
Marge snaked her right arm toward the apex between her spread open legs,
once again she started to manipulate her distended clit and saturated pussy.
Her fingers moved rapidly up and down the length of her slit, spreading her
labia far apart, exposing her gaping hole. "Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh,
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh....pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, Nooooooooooooooooooooo",
the women screamed out loud, as forged two fingers into her drenched opening.
Marge's entire arm was moving like a machine while she finger fucked herself with
such force and frenzy that her entire body shook out of control.
The incredibly sexy Marge moved her left hand toward her mouth and began
sucking on her index finger as if she were giving the best blow job of her life.
Then she extended her left arm behind her back, her wet finger finding the deep
crevice of her voluptuous ass. She began to explore that forbidden area,
stroking the sensitive stretch of skin between her two holes. Her finger drew
tiny circles around her tight puckered aperture, then she slipped the very tip
of it into the opening. Slowly she began inserting her finger until it was
completely buried inside her ass. Her digit explored the confines of her butt,
stabbing in and out of her dark canal, massaging the coarse interior, driving
herself to new peaks of pleasure.
Marge was almost unrecognizable at this point. Her hair matted to her head
with sweat, tears filled her exotic eyes, her mouth hung open, saliva trickled
down one corner of her lip, a continuous flow of unintelligible moans and groans
emanated from deep inside. Her extraordinary body was covered with a fine sheen
of perspiration that caused it to glisten under the light. She was convulsing,
shaking, trembling and gyrating vigorously. Her heart was beating so hard she
could feel it pounding against her chest, she was gasping for precious air to
fill her lungs.....and then....without any warning all her animations stopped,
her mind and body froze....an ear shattering scream filled the room....and a
river of juice flowed from between her legs. Like a Niagra , Marge’s cum
drained from deep inside her pussy, the clear fluid cascaded down her hand ,
drenching her fingers and saturating her thighs.
Marge could not even recall the last time she ever experienced such a
thunderous, explosive orgasm. Not even Homer can pleasure her in such a way. The woman was completely spent and exhausted. She
rolled over on her back, arms sprawled out to either side, knees bent, her feet
flat on the floor, her round ass rising and falling with each deep breath of
air she gulped down. The unmistakable aroma of sex filled the air. With her
eyes shut tight and a smile on her lips she drifted off into a state of quiet
reverie.
The persistent ringing of her telephone interrupted Marge’s brief erotic
interlude. Lazily she opened her eyes and headed toward the phone. Although
annoyed that her pleasurable solace was cut short by the caller, she answered
the phone in a pleasant manner. "Hello", her voice dripping with sensuality.
"Really, well I should be there soon,... that's not a problem,...relax sweetie,
I'll be there as soon as I can". Marge replaced the handset into the cradle, it
was the Luann she was obviously upset,
perhaps she was just overreacting to a minor problem because it was
involving something about the meeting. Seems she was have something about him failing the class
or something like that. Well So she
figured now was as good a time as
any to head on out there.
Still naked and sticky, Marge went to her bed room to get dressed and touch up
her make-up. She couldn't help but glance at her nude body in the mirror,
subconsciously she moved her hand toward her massive bosom, she quickly stopped,
" don't even think about it," she admonished herself, "you have to get dressed
And down to the school. Marge smile at how good and sexy she
felt by her almost uncontrollable desire for her own curvaceous body.
She didn't have time for another shower but really wasn't concerned, she
rather enjoyed the musky smell of sex that emanated from between her thighs.
Slipping on a pair of black silk panties, she couldn't help but notice that her
pussy was still coated with the sticky evidence of her cum earlier, self induced,
orgasms. Marge smiled as she guided the smooth material up her legs, over her
ample ass and around her thin waist. The tiny panties nearly disappeared into
her crotch, the front barely covered her slit, let alone her fleshy labia and in
the back she might as well have not worn anything at all. The minuscule thong
was completely engulfed by her derriere, her well rounded ass was totally
exposed. Marge panties all but vanished between the crack of her ass ,
when she adjusted them around her waist.
To be sure, Marge panties left exceptionally little to the imagination
but the brassiere she decided to wear required a vivid imagination just to
visualize one being worn in the first place. A modest, properly fitted and
sized, well constructed Maiden form bra would be challenged to support Marge
heavy hanging, humongous hooters, but for the sexy and flimsy
provocative bra's that Marge preferred, the task was all but impossible. Marge
was very proud of her great breast and had no qualms about exposing it to the
world, she certainly would never confine it to one of those bras designed to
support as well as conceal the beauty of a ladies bosom. She had a large
assortment of bras, none of which were intended to hide or support her bust. In
all actuality she really didn't need the support, Marge's tits though extremely
capacious, were quite firm and jutted out proudly from her chest. As a mother with three kids,
they showed only a hint of sagging and on her that looked incredibly
seductive. Marge wore a bra only to decorate her mammoth bust and tonight was no
exception. The lacy black number she choose could best be described as a thin
strip of cloth that went under her tits and fastened behind her back with a
single hook, the shoulder straps, about the width of a strand of spaghetti ,
came down around the back of her neck over the tops of her tits , joined a
quarter inch piece of fabric and finally fastened to the cross strap. Certainly
not much there to obstruct anyone's view of her fleshy globes Modestly the
straps did cover her nipples, which always seemed to be in a constant state of
arousal, but that's where the coverage ended, Marge, dark three inch
round areolae were in plain sight.
Finally, Marge wiggled into her comfortable green dress, not to tight and not too short,
not too short according to Marge's definition of short anyway.
Once again Marge checked herself in the mirror and was exceptionally pleased
at how great she looked and at what a slutty appearance she presented of
herself. "Oh yeah,....MMMMmmmm " she murmured, I cannot wait for Homer to come back home because he is
definitely in for a treat tonight. Just the thought of that horny old drunk
man, gawking at her half naked body created a stirring in her loins. With
a broad smile on her face, a wiggle in her walk and a bounce to her step, Marge
headed for her car to drive over to the school.
Marge eased her car into the parking lot, a little disappointed that it was
not more crowded, the school is usually full for a meetings but today the lot
wasn't even half full.
"Oh well." Marge shrugged her
shoulders, "not always the quantity but the quality that counts".
The sound of her sandals sliding on the tiled
floor drew the immediate attention of the Ms. Krabappel sitting inside the printing room.
Before entering Ms.Krabappel’s classroom, the provocatively dressed woman was quickly greeted with stare downs and murmuring
remarks. Marge acknowledged the harsh reception
and immediately sat down next to Luann, who then move over to the other side of the room. As soon Marge sat down,
her dress hiked up to her hips giving the woman a bird's-eye view of her tiny
panties. When Marge's bare ass hit the cold leather seat she got goose bumps all
over and her nipples grew hard and erect, this did not go unnoticed by the woman
on the other side of the class
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Sitting on the side of the class, Marge had a hard time concentrating on the group of women was saying and it wasn't the that was diverting the buxom woman's
attention. Her thighs were nearly glued together from, the still very sticky
coating of her own juices that poured so easily from her pussy in the shower
. The unmistakable aroma of her own sex filled the classroom,
she inhaled deeply aware of that musky fragrance. Feared with embarrassment and
nerves on edge, Marge race for the bathroom in an effort to calm herself down after that embarrassing display.
As much as she hated the idea of staying for the meeting after, she really wanted to stay for the meeting.
As soon as she exit the bathroom, Marge regretted her decision to do
so.
Marge took in a deep breath of air and strolled back to the classroom, the silent stares she received from just the other side of classroom there made her
painfully aware of the way she was dressed and how she looked. This was
definitely not the kind of place she could call home and certainly not a crowd
she would feel at ease showing off her body in front of. As she moved toward the
seat she could sense her dress riding up with each step she took, exposing
her ample cheeks, her boobs bouncing up and down, jiggling freely, barely hidden
at the top and whether she liked it or not her body was being candidly
displayed to the parents.
Marge ignored the few lewd remarks which she knew were made for her
benefit and headed towards her seat.
Marge sat down
At the front of the class as gingerly as possible, praying that her dress would not inch
up over her ass exposing her full butt.
Marge was fairly successful in sitting down without
putting on a free show so she relaxed a bit
but noticed that the
conversation from the other side of the classroom where LuAnn was sitting had grown a little louder, four women ,
who had obviously been staring at her for a while began discussing juvenile children and why
some of them insisted on coming to this school. Marge could feel her face turn red
from anger, she knew damn well the women were talking about Bart and hearing
these bitches use a word like juvenile to describe her child infuriated Marge. In an
effort to avoid any kind of confrontation here Marge held her anger in check, she
tried to ignore the women and looked the other way, she just wanted to get out of
there as soon as possible. But the cheap talk continued. "Look at that old
sitting at the front, her fat ass showing", one girl said, Luann chimed in,
"yeah look at that sluts dress, doesn't even come close to covering her big
sagging tits." Marge knew she could kick all there asses but not at the
same time and not in a hostile environment, so as much as she wanted to confront
the filthy mouthed mothers. She didn't, instead Marge gathered up her stuff
and race for the door, more than ready to leave.
Much to Marge's dismay the talk continued, Luann, who seemed like
the leader of this small party asked a rhetorical question in a rather loud
voice. "I’m guessing the dumb whore came in here looking to hear some good news about her son ?" Then she laughed out loud and answered her own question, "Who in their right mind would hire that worthless loser, he's just a fucking disgrace just like her mother.”
That last remark sent a wave of laughter flowing from the table all
four mothers had an uproarious laugh and all at Marge's expense. The crude comment
also sent a wave of anger through Marge , she slammed her purse down and
sauntered over to the table, taking her toughest looking stance, one hand on her
hip the other arm pointing angrily at the young ladies and feet slightly spread
apart, Marge laid into the bitches for all she was worth.
"You rotten mothers , I heard about all I care to hear from
the bunch of you, your supposed to be educated mature women well I don't know
what the fuck they are informing you, Luann, over there but you
all need a good lesson in manners. I have a good mind to punch the shit out of
each and every one of you but I doubt that would do any good, your just a bunch
of self centered, poor excuses for human beings. " Marge continued with her
uncontrollable tirade, "YOU and all the rest of your friends can KISS my
ASS". The Luan and the other mothers sitting at the table looked at the outraged women with mock
indignation as if to say they had absolutely no idea what the older woman was
yammering about. "Yeah, yeah, don't look at me like that you know god damn well
what I'm talking about and you better just pray that I never meet any of you on
the street or you'll have hell to pay".
Satisfied that she got her message across, Marge spun on her heels and headed
toward the door. Not more than three steps did Marge take when she felt a hand
grab the back of her collar, the loosely fastened dress was torn away in a
second. Marge turned just in time to be greeted with a hard punch to her face ,
that landed on the left cheek
of Marge’s face, leaving a very livid down on the ground on her pretty face. Marge was staggered, she crawled back a step or two, through teary eyes she
managed to focus on a Luann standing in front of her, holding Marge's torn
dress in one hand and clenching the fist of her other hand. Luann’s beautiful face now a mask of ugly anger. Luann’s body was possibly 10 pounds slimmer and
not an ounce more. Marge rubbed her sore cheek, eyed Luann cautiously, shaking
her head from side to side she thought, "damn my son’s best friend mom, a pretty woman like that and she is such a ill tempered woman, well guess I'll have to teach
this bitch a lesson after all."
Marge bent slightly at the waist and before Luann knew what was
happening, charged into the startled luann, Marge buried her shoulder into the
Luann’s stomach . A rush of air escaped from her lungs as Marge drove Luann
back against the wall and pressed all her weight against Luann’s stomach , Marge's
nearly naked, considerable breasts crushed into the smaller girl's puny chest.
"P...p...please Marge get off of me your crushing my ribs, please I'm sorry,
We were...just having some fun, come on Edna, pleaseeeeeeee......." Luann’s
quavering voice and tear streaked face played on Marge's compassionate side, she
moved back but still held Luann in check by placing a hand on each of her
shoulders, "well if your sure you want this to end, then I'll let you go". "Oh
please, yeah I want to end this, it was the drinks talking, OK, I'm really
sorry", the seemingly frightened Luann begged. Marge released Luann’s
shoulders, let her arms fall to her side and took a step back, "OK, I accept
your apology, but just remember who started this little tussle".
Marge looked at Luann and didn't fully understand why her face, which only
a second ago, showed humility and remorse had suddenly changed into an
expression of confidence and contempt. Marge didn't have time to figure it
out either, two of the Luann’s friends had moved up behind Marge. The
of the classroom made it impossible for her to hear them when they approached but
she had no difficulty in feeling them as they each grabbed one of Marge's arms
and pulled them painfully away from her body. Both mothers twisted and pulled
Marge's arm so fiercely, she felt as if they would be torn from her shoulders.
Luann ,standing in front of Marge, spit out her words, "YEAH, Bitch, I know
who started this little tussle, YOU did, by coming in here looking and smelling
like the dirty old whore you are," she punctuated her remark by reaching out and
tearing Marge's tiny bra right off her body. Looking at Marge's exposed mounds of
flesh, Luann continued to taunt the trapped woman, " there isn't that what
you want, everybody seeing your big ugly tits, do you want them to see more,
slut?" Not bothering to wait for a response, Luann latched onto the waistband
of Marge's panties, in one swift motion that too was torn from Marge's body.
The three women pulled Marge to the center of the classroom so the parents could
get a good look at the totally humiliated Edna. Marge 's curvaceous body was
trembling and sweating, which only added to the obscene spectacle she presented
to the crowd of on lookers. The two women continued to stretch out her arms, her
body vulnerable and naked, except for the tiny thong panties she wore. The
sadistic leader circled round and round Marge, poking her soft flesh repeatedly,
with an extended forefinger topped off with a well chiseled nail. Each jab
caused Marge to yelp like a wounded puppy, the landscape of her body was being
tattooed with tiny puncture marks, some of which formed tiny welts, some of
which bled but all of which caused tremendous pain to Marge . Eventually Luann tired of using Marge's body for a dart board with her finger being the
projectile, once again she stood right in front of the wounded woman, staring at
her body, admiring her handiwork. Even though Marge's breasts received the blunt
of the attack, her soft belly, thighs and ass also had evidence of tiny yet
torturous puncture wounds.
"Not so tough now are you bitch", Luann sneered at Marge, then with a
viciousness seldom seen in a women, Luann pulled her arm back as far as she
could, balled up her hand into a rock hard fist and drove it with all her power
into Marge's left mouth. "OOOOOOOOOO wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww NOOOOOOOOOOOO," Marge
screamed out, the blow landed with pin point accuracy and devastation, the
girl's fist was buried into Marge's fleshy orb up to her wrist. Luann’s
viciously her swung her fist harder and harder into Marge's skull , torturing her
, mounding her , and humiliating her. Marge was
consumed with pain, she cried out for Luann to stop. Only after seeing Marge's
face swell and turn an ugly shade of purple and bloody did Luann stopped the assault on Marge's seriously bruised face.
Marge's eyes swelled with pain, she could hardly hold see anything or
barely hear the Luann’s warning, " Now, slut, I never want to see your old
ugly ass in here again, understand," Luann placed her hand under Marge's chin
and tilted her head up high, "DO you understand me you whore?" Marge tried to
answer but no sound came from her lips, this infuriated Luann in front of her
, she moved in closer to Marge, and bent her leg and lifted her knee, slamming
it into Marge's bruised face. The force of the blow nearly killed Marge , her
entire body thrashed about from the intense pain that exploded in every nerve
she had, her head bobbed up and down then finally settled on her heaving chest,
eyes shut tight seeing only stars, her legs felt like rubber and only the fact
that two mothers were holding on tightly to her arms, prevented the beaten woman
from collapsing to the floor.
The three women all stared at the barely conscious woman, not knowing what
to do, should they just let her drop to the ground?, help her to her car?, they
really had no idea of how to deal with Marge at this point. Finally Luann who
sat at the table with them, who up to know had not taken any part in the vicious
assault of Marge , approached the three mothers. "This woman's had enough,
take her over there ," she said, pointing to the classroom desk, "let her
lay down for a minute or two." The two girls holding Marge's arms pulled her to
the desk and let her drop down on the brown wooden top. Marge just laid on
her back, trying to regain some sense of awareness to her surroundings. "OK,
leave her there and let's get the hell out of here", the three mothers agreed, but
Luann was still a little reluctant to stop her abuse on Marge. "Yeah, well,
okay, you want to pass up this opportunity to give this low life slut a little
education, we'll go, alright, but I'm taking these to hang up in our
sorority dorm," she reached down and snaked her finger into the tiny panties that went around Marge's waist and retrieved the minuscule panties Marge
wore. “Just a little souvenir girls hope you don't mind" , she laughed out loud
with an evil snicker, as the four girls left the classroom.
Laying naked and exposed on the desk, Marge's body had grown
increasingly numb from the abuse, pounding and atrocious assault inflicted upon
her by the dreadful mothers. Her eyes slowly closed, fading into oblivion,
trying desperately to somehow erase the pain that exploded inside every inch of
her body. On the verge of unconsciousness, the sounds of approaching footsteps
jolted her from her trance like state. Marge forced her eyes open, a new terror
filled her mind, as she noticed Edna standing above her with his massive cock and a pair of handcuffs in his hand..
She felt fear more intense than she had ever experienced before. Marge moved
her head from side to side and opened her mouth to scream for mercy but all she
could manage was a nearly inaudible sound, whispering , "No one comes to school on a Saturday Mrs. Simpsons” as she attach the handcuffs from her wrist to the ankles.
Edna leered down at her, snickering, making lewd remarks about her
unclothed, vulnerable form, verbally humiliating her. Marge's heavy breasts,
and rose up and down wildly as she nearly hyperventilated from
fear. The obscene display of her gigantic bosoms, jiggling uncontrollably
compelled to move in even closer. Edna swarmed around the woman,
splayed wide open, so unprotected, so accessible. Marge couldn't help but notice
the thickness of the cock between the legs of the woman as it ogled her curvaceous and
nude figure writhing on the wooden felt table top.
Suddenly, Edna grabbed her by her blue hair and
pulled her head over toward the massive prick. Viciously, Edna filled her mouth with the
massive shaft, Marge , felt unseen as parents pass by the classroom noticing the horrific display. Edna grabbed her most cherished possession, her pendulous tits
. The woman’s strong, vice like fingers began squeezing, pinching, pulling and
mauling her tortured tits. Marge feared her nipples would be torn completely off
her breasts as she felt the tender nibs being crushed between powerful fingers
and stretched out like rubber bands.
When the teacher grabbed hold of her arms and wrenched her legs wide apart,
Marge went into a state of shock.
Edna’s thrusts
were so forceful that she propelled her face forward onto the cock that was still
firmly planted in her mouth. She felt the swollen tip of that pole forcing its
way deep into her throat, choking her, making Marge feel light headed as it cut
off her oxygen. Edna was literally fucking her brains out , using his grip on her
hair to force her mouth back and forth over this long, hard prick as spit ran down from her mouth to the edge of the desk and drip on the floor.
. Pressed down on top of the pool table by Edna,
Marge could do little to stop her
attacker. Physically unable to escape this heinous assault and mentally
resigned to the fact that she was helpless against the brutes , she no longer
tried to resist her best friend’s son who was brutally raping her. Marge now laid
passively on the felt covered table while Edna abused her mouth. All Marge could do at this point was to concentrate on her breathing,
hoping desperately to survive and to push the pain, humiliation and agony to the
back of her mind.
Amazingly, Edna didn’t lasted very long inside of her mouth until she
felt a rush of hot cum fill her mouth. Seconds later the huge prick that was
buried deep inside her mouth erupted and cause an humongous load of the warm
sticky substance oozed out of her mouth. Edna let the satisfied
prick slip out of Marge's mouth and moved away. A sigh of relief escaped from
Marge's lips but her relief was only short lived. Almost immediately Edna went between her legs.
Not wasting a minutes time, she immediately filled Marge's pussy with
her pulsating prick.
Marge was reduced to being nothing more than a piece of meat used only for
fucking, her whole world was limited to her son’s teacher penetrating her. She was mounted by different positions and left the evidence of his warm, gooey discharges inside her
pussy. Marge's crotch was getting saturated in cum, so much of it that it
flowed in streams out of her pussy, around her numbed cxnt lips , down the
deep crease between the checks of her shapely ass and finally forming a large
puddle between her legs. Edna’s situated herself by cumming inside her mouth by
fucking Marge's mouth with equal brutality, bloodying her lips with Edna’s
maniacal thrusts as she deposited volumes of sperm in her mouth. All Marge
could do was to swallow the masses of sticky, white semen flooding her mouth,
it was either swallow or choke. As she forced the hot fluid down, Marge had the
sensation that their cum was coating her esophagus all the way to her stomach.
In one moment of being almost coherent , she could actually feel the cum filling
her stomach. Gallons of the thick, white spunk was pooling inside her mouth
causing her cheeks to bulge between each deep swallow she was forced to take.
Even her soft belly began to bloat as volumes of semen poured down her throat
and settled in the pit of her stomach. Marge honestly believed that she was going
to drown in the cum if this ordeal continued much longer.
Eventually Marge 's pussy became so saturated in cum that Millhouse hesitated to stick his worm erect penis into her
slushy orifice. Attention would now be directed towards the violated woman's
butt hole. The youths began chanting in a sing-song fashion, "let's do the ass,
let's do the ass", hearing that, the guys holding her legs apart pulled them
further up toward her head, causing Marge's ass to raise in the air. Her dark,
wrinkled opening was now readily susceptible to anyone who wanted to sodomize
her. The next guy to have a go at her simply positioned the head of his thick
erection against Marge's puckered opening and with little fanfare, hammered the
entire length of his dick into Marge's tight, unlubricated ass, with one mighty
thrust. The husky college youth repeatedly drove his penis into Marge's ass,
indifferent to the searing pain he inflicted upon her. Marge was in excruciating
agony as the man pumped his cock into her with relentless jackhammer like
strokes . It was nothing short of a miracle that Marge's tight ass hole wasn't
torn apart by the immense prick brutally penetrating it. Marge tried to scream
but the cock pumping into her mouth choked the sound of her cries, the only
sounds that came out of her mouth were weak moans of anguish
The teacher raping Marge's ass continued to smash into her for what must have
seemed to be an eternity. Finally, the strapon came, to Marge's relief, the cum that
gushed inside her ass would at least provided a lubricant, making it less
painful
Far too many to count, one after another would shoot
stiff erections into Marge's ass and pummel it until Edna stood back drained of
energy.
Soon, Marge's burning ass hole was as loose and as saturated with her
attacker's sperm as her abused vagina. Her stretched open ass was no longer
tight around a single prick , so she
flipped
Marge over on her belly, propped her up on her knees and grabbed a fistful of Marge’s hair
went to work on Marge's abused pussy once again. Fucking her slit from behind doggy style
regenerated her interest in relieving the stress from all those times Bart cause trouble for her.
Flooded with cum and stretched open farther than seemingly possible, Edna found it almost effortless to penetrate
her cxnt anymore. Marge
insane with pain. Inevitably blood started to mix with the rivers of cum that
flowed out of Marge's holes. The sight of blood only added to the excitement of
the teacher as she attacked Marge with new found vigor and depravity.
It was unbelievable to
Marge that this woman could take this amount of orgasms and
Not pass out. Still this sex crazed animal did not care and just wanted to do more to
humiliate and persecute the mother of the bastardly child.
Through this entire nightmare, Marge lay paralyzed on the desk table,
accepting the abuse with no longer even a thought of resistance. Physically
and emotionally she was demolished by the entire ordeal. Her only thought was to
survive this assault and cling to her life.
The buxom woman could not even respond to the pain her
impressive tits endured, pain inflicted by having her sore nipples yanked and
twisted, pain from sharp teeth sinking into her tender breasts, pain from rabid
jaws clamping down on her grotesquely swollen nipples and bosom.
The sexual torture went on for hours and hours. She was being
mutilated, humiliated and nearly bruise head to toe of her body. Blood, sweat and cum, bathed
from her blue hair to the bottoms of her feet. Yet the teacher seemed
to have an endless supply of cum and showed no signs of letting up.
Mercifully Marge was now in a state of unconsciousness, finally she had succumbed
to the atrocious assault and lay like a corpse on the table.
She no longer thought of Marge as a human being but merely a
blow up doll whose sole purpose was to indulge her kinky
desires and insane sexual depravities.
Marge 's cum covered mouth was treated as if it were detached from the
rest of her body and was nothing more than another opening to be fucked just
like her cxnt. Ms. grabbed her sperm soaked hair and guided her lethargic
head back and forth on the massive shaft, while fisting her with
her whole arm, until more loads of cum spewed forth. No area of Marge's face was left
unscathed, any place that presented even the slightest opening into Marge was
violated.
The vile white
fluid was forced down her throat through her nasal passages, causing Marge to
gag involuntarily with each load.
The sadistic teacher wanted to literally
fuck her to death. Standing between her legs, the blood thirsty animal once
again began thrusting her throbbing hard strapon into Marge's open pussy, she
slammed into it with unheard of brutality. This renewed savagery wasn't limited
to merely fucking Marge, she pummeled her belly with clenched fists and slapped
her tits with open palms until her huge swollen orbs turned crimson red.
The wet, sucking sounds of the 10 inch strapon ramming in and out of her
cum-soaked pussy and the loud creaks from the desk
echoed throughout the classroom.
Marge 's comatose body lay paralyzed on the desk. Studying the figure closer she observed that her ass hole was spread
wide open, her pussy so stretched and deformed that she could actually see
the interior linings and the pools of cum inside Marge's vagina. Her body was
covered in cum, some of it already dried in thick layers over her skin. Not one
inch of Marge's body was untouched by the massive loads of sperm, but her cxnt,
ass and face, was were the heaviest deposits of cum settled. A combination of
blood, sweat and sperm seeped from her orifices, her face a mask of white, her
mouth and nostrils stained with dried cum. With each labored breath she took, a
stream of cum bubbled from between her lips and trickled down the corners of her
mouth as she pass out.
Afterwards, Ms.Krabappel got her things and left.
Responsible for the extreme carnage perpetrated on the mature, voluptuous ,
woman left naked and hogtied in the dimly lit classroom..
