Gothamjack here. Hopefully fellow refugees from the WWOEC Forum will remember me. I've been writing naughty stories for quite a few years now. I started out doing DC and TTBS stories, then shifted into ones featuring the Simpsons, American Dad, and Family Guy. I've written a lot of those. But don't worry, unless there's an overwhelming demand I'll only be posting a few of my most recent. Then, depending on the response, maybe some new stuff. Here's the first. It's a Simpson story. (For you Lisa fans, sorry, she's not in this one. Neither is Bart. Just some grown-ups.
Hope you enjoy it. - GJ
Marge Simpson here. I’m just an ordinary housewife. I love my kids (most of the time) and my husband Homer (most of the time). So what was I doing on my neighbors’ couch with Ned Flanders’s hand on my pussy and his tongue in my mouth?
Here’s what. Homer and I were at Kirk and Luann Van Houten’ house, having dinner with them and Ned and his new wife Edna. After dinner, we all started reminiscing about our high school days.
Music, TV, classwork, and sports were all mentioned. Then Kirk said, “Anyone remember petting parties?”
We all did, thinking back to when we were just discovering how much fun the opposite sex could be.
“We called them make-out sessions,” Edna said. “Parents not home, music on the radio turned down low, the lights dimmed. Just kissing and feeling but it was fun.”
“Sometimes we’d swap,” Luann offered. “Someone would set a timer and when it went off we’d change partners. Sometimes we went off too, at least I would.”
I caught her and Homer trying not to look at each other. I knew why. One night at one of those parties …
They were making out on a couch in someone’s basement. Homer had his hand on Luann’s boob. She dropped her hand into his lap and on to a very big dick. She had to have it. “Fuck me, Homer,” she whispered in his ear.
“But the others,” he protested.
“Aren’t paying attention.”
Slowly and quietly she unzipped him. With some difficulty she got his meat from out of his pants. She was wearing a skirt.
“Push my panties aside and stick it in,” she said, lying back.
He did. She gasped as his big cock parted her folds.
It was over quickly. Luann came almost as soon as Homer entered her. After a few strokes he shot his load inside her. As far as they could tell, no one noticed.
How do I know this? I was at the same party, making out with Lenny Leonard. We were sitting close enough that I could see and hear everything. Lenny? He was too busy feeling me up to pay attention to anything else.
(By the way, feeling my boobs through my dress was as far as he ever got.)
I glanced over at Ned. From the look on his face he was lost in his own memories. His first wife Maude once told me why he was the way he was. He was the child of liberal parents, very liberal parents, who thought nothing of including their teenage son in their gatherings, letting him watch, having him join in.
The first time Ned came at the hands of another he had been pulled into a beanbag chair by a friend of his mother. She kissed him hard, shoving her tongue in his mouth. Then she unzipped him and jerked him off, licking his cum from her hand like it was icing. The brief encounter made Ned feel cheap and dirty and it wasn’t until he met Maude that he started enjoying sex again.
And from what Maude and later Edna told me in our “girl talk” sessions, Ned really enjoys sex and is quite good at it.
Feeling naughty, I surprised everyone, including myself, by asking,
“Luann, do you think you could lower the lights?”
There was a pause. No one objected so Luann walked over to the dimmer switch on the wall. On her way back she found a soft music channel on the radio.
“Should I set a timer,” Edna asked.
There it was. Should we? we all asked ourselves. I thought about kissing a strange man in front of Homer while he made out in front of me. Each of us feeling and getting felt. How far would we go?
It was Luann who said, “High school rules. Clothes stay on, nothing gets unzipped.” No one objected.
I was sitting on one end of the couch with Homer. Luann and Kirk on the other end. Ned and Edna (Nedna we sometimes called them. They hated that) were each in a chair. She got up and sat on his lap.
Okay, I thought as Homer took me in his arms, spouses first. Homer’s a great kisser. Closed mouths first, his lips against mine. Then a little more as I slipped him some tongue. He responded, his tongue in my mouth. I sucked on it just a little as his hand went under my dress. I moved a bit to let him feel my ass.
We made out like teenagers for ten minutes, Homer rubbing my ass and sometimes my boobs. Me rubbing his legs and sometimes his big cock through his pants. I was wondering whether to shift to let him feel how wet I was when …
Bing! Edna’s cell phone alarm went off.
What now, I wondered then Edna left Ned’s side. I took her place.
As Luann sat next to Homer I heard her whisper, “Remember the last time?”
I didn’t catch Homer’s reply because by then Ned had taken me in his arms.
Whatever he and Edna had done had him in a state. He kissed me hard, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I sucked on it. He liked that. I could tell because he held me tighter.
We parted and his hand found my boob. As he squeezed it gently I felt my nipples perk up. My bra and dress were thin enough that I’m sure Ned felt that too.
That’s all we did for a few minutes – kiss while Ned felt me up. Then I decided to get bolder. My hand dropped into Ned’s lap. His dick was hard and a nice size. As I rubbed it through his pants it got harder. Ned broke our kiss long enough to say “Feels good.”
Then it happened. He put his hand on my thigh, moved it up under my dress and cupped my pussy, squeezing it though my panties.
I flashbacked to another teenaged party.
Another dark basement. This time I’m on a couch in a dark corner with Carl Carlson. Our jeans are unsnapped and our hands in each other’s pants. He’s fingering my clit while I jerk him off. We come at almost the same time, me shaking and him spurting cum into my hand.
Ned’s hand moved slightly, to the bottom edge of my panties. “Nothing to unzip,” he said.
I got his meaning. “Go for it.”
His hand slid into my panties. His fingers slid into my wet hole. I sighed and started to rub his cock harder, right then wishing I could unzip him and stroke his bare dick.
Ned’s fingers in and out of me. I felt the tingle I get just before the big moment. I was getting closer and closer when …
Bing! That damn cell phone alarm went off before I did.
Ned and I part. We smiled at each other. “Close.”
“Very close,” he replied.
I went to Kirk as Luann took my place with Ned.
I was horny. We all were. I needed to come. We all did. I think if someone had shouted “Let’s fuck!” there would have been three dicks in three pussies and it wouldn’t have mattered who was married to who.
I’d never been all that attracted to Kirk but right then he had what I needed. I hiked up my dress, straddled his lap and put the wet part of panties down on the bulge in his pants.
“Make me come, Kirk,” I whispered in his ear. “I need to come.”
So did Kirk. Grabbing my ass cheeks he rocked me back and forth on his dick, thrusting up even as I pressed down
Kirk and I dry humped like desperate teens. Behind me I heard moans and sighs and then an “Oh Diddly!” Ned exploding in his pants. I hope those moans were Luann getting off.
My tingling was back and getting stronger. This was going to be a good one.
One of Kirk’s hands was still on my ass. The other was squeezing a boob. He was rough but it felt good. Through my dress and bra he pinched my nipple and that did it. I shook on Kirk’s lap as sex pleasure raced through my body. He must have liked my shaking because he whispered “God, Marge” then his hardness broke. When I sensed he was almost done I whispered back, “Almost as good as a real fuck.” I think that stiffened him enough for an extra squirt or two.
I was shifting position when I heard a “Ha!” followed by a “D’ooooh!” I turned in time to see Edna still rubbing the front of Homer’s pants while he pulled his hand from under her dress.
Then … Bing! The alarm went off again.
There was a pause then someone started laughing. We all joined in and us gals went back to our own husbands. Edna put her phone away saying “Guess I won’t need this anymore tonight.” Then with a collective sigh of enjoyment we stopped being teenagers and went back to being sort of respectable adults.
That is … until the next time, the time the lights went out. But that’s another story.
Hope you enjoy it. - GJ
Petting Party
A Simpsons Story
by Gothamjack
A Simpsons Story
by Gothamjack
Marge Simpson here. I’m just an ordinary housewife. I love my kids (most of the time) and my husband Homer (most of the time). So what was I doing on my neighbors’ couch with Ned Flanders’s hand on my pussy and his tongue in my mouth?
Here’s what. Homer and I were at Kirk and Luann Van Houten’ house, having dinner with them and Ned and his new wife Edna. After dinner, we all started reminiscing about our high school days.
Music, TV, classwork, and sports were all mentioned. Then Kirk said, “Anyone remember petting parties?”
We all did, thinking back to when we were just discovering how much fun the opposite sex could be.
“We called them make-out sessions,” Edna said. “Parents not home, music on the radio turned down low, the lights dimmed. Just kissing and feeling but it was fun.”
“Sometimes we’d swap,” Luann offered. “Someone would set a timer and when it went off we’d change partners. Sometimes we went off too, at least I would.”
I caught her and Homer trying not to look at each other. I knew why. One night at one of those parties …
They were making out on a couch in someone’s basement. Homer had his hand on Luann’s boob. She dropped her hand into his lap and on to a very big dick. She had to have it. “Fuck me, Homer,” she whispered in his ear.
“But the others,” he protested.
“Aren’t paying attention.”
Slowly and quietly she unzipped him. With some difficulty she got his meat from out of his pants. She was wearing a skirt.
“Push my panties aside and stick it in,” she said, lying back.
He did. She gasped as his big cock parted her folds.
It was over quickly. Luann came almost as soon as Homer entered her. After a few strokes he shot his load inside her. As far as they could tell, no one noticed.
How do I know this? I was at the same party, making out with Lenny Leonard. We were sitting close enough that I could see and hear everything. Lenny? He was too busy feeling me up to pay attention to anything else.
(By the way, feeling my boobs through my dress was as far as he ever got.)
I glanced over at Ned. From the look on his face he was lost in his own memories. His first wife Maude once told me why he was the way he was. He was the child of liberal parents, very liberal parents, who thought nothing of including their teenage son in their gatherings, letting him watch, having him join in.
The first time Ned came at the hands of another he had been pulled into a beanbag chair by a friend of his mother. She kissed him hard, shoving her tongue in his mouth. Then she unzipped him and jerked him off, licking his cum from her hand like it was icing. The brief encounter made Ned feel cheap and dirty and it wasn’t until he met Maude that he started enjoying sex again.
And from what Maude and later Edna told me in our “girl talk” sessions, Ned really enjoys sex and is quite good at it.
Feeling naughty, I surprised everyone, including myself, by asking,
“Luann, do you think you could lower the lights?”
There was a pause. No one objected so Luann walked over to the dimmer switch on the wall. On her way back she found a soft music channel on the radio.
“Should I set a timer,” Edna asked.
There it was. Should we? we all asked ourselves. I thought about kissing a strange man in front of Homer while he made out in front of me. Each of us feeling and getting felt. How far would we go?
It was Luann who said, “High school rules. Clothes stay on, nothing gets unzipped.” No one objected.
I was sitting on one end of the couch with Homer. Luann and Kirk on the other end. Ned and Edna (Nedna we sometimes called them. They hated that) were each in a chair. She got up and sat on his lap.
Okay, I thought as Homer took me in his arms, spouses first. Homer’s a great kisser. Closed mouths first, his lips against mine. Then a little more as I slipped him some tongue. He responded, his tongue in my mouth. I sucked on it just a little as his hand went under my dress. I moved a bit to let him feel my ass.
We made out like teenagers for ten minutes, Homer rubbing my ass and sometimes my boobs. Me rubbing his legs and sometimes his big cock through his pants. I was wondering whether to shift to let him feel how wet I was when …
Bing! Edna’s cell phone alarm went off.
What now, I wondered then Edna left Ned’s side. I took her place.
As Luann sat next to Homer I heard her whisper, “Remember the last time?”
I didn’t catch Homer’s reply because by then Ned had taken me in his arms.
Whatever he and Edna had done had him in a state. He kissed me hard, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I sucked on it. He liked that. I could tell because he held me tighter.
We parted and his hand found my boob. As he squeezed it gently I felt my nipples perk up. My bra and dress were thin enough that I’m sure Ned felt that too.
That’s all we did for a few minutes – kiss while Ned felt me up. Then I decided to get bolder. My hand dropped into Ned’s lap. His dick was hard and a nice size. As I rubbed it through his pants it got harder. Ned broke our kiss long enough to say “Feels good.”
Then it happened. He put his hand on my thigh, moved it up under my dress and cupped my pussy, squeezing it though my panties.
I flashbacked to another teenaged party.
Another dark basement. This time I’m on a couch in a dark corner with Carl Carlson. Our jeans are unsnapped and our hands in each other’s pants. He’s fingering my clit while I jerk him off. We come at almost the same time, me shaking and him spurting cum into my hand.
Ned’s hand moved slightly, to the bottom edge of my panties. “Nothing to unzip,” he said.
I got his meaning. “Go for it.”
His hand slid into my panties. His fingers slid into my wet hole. I sighed and started to rub his cock harder, right then wishing I could unzip him and stroke his bare dick.
Ned’s fingers in and out of me. I felt the tingle I get just before the big moment. I was getting closer and closer when …
Bing! That damn cell phone alarm went off before I did.
Ned and I part. We smiled at each other. “Close.”
“Very close,” he replied.
I went to Kirk as Luann took my place with Ned.
I was horny. We all were. I needed to come. We all did. I think if someone had shouted “Let’s fuck!” there would have been three dicks in three pussies and it wouldn’t have mattered who was married to who.
I’d never been all that attracted to Kirk but right then he had what I needed. I hiked up my dress, straddled his lap and put the wet part of panties down on the bulge in his pants.
“Make me come, Kirk,” I whispered in his ear. “I need to come.”
So did Kirk. Grabbing my ass cheeks he rocked me back and forth on his dick, thrusting up even as I pressed down
Kirk and I dry humped like desperate teens. Behind me I heard moans and sighs and then an “Oh Diddly!” Ned exploding in his pants. I hope those moans were Luann getting off.
My tingling was back and getting stronger. This was going to be a good one.
One of Kirk’s hands was still on my ass. The other was squeezing a boob. He was rough but it felt good. Through my dress and bra he pinched my nipple and that did it. I shook on Kirk’s lap as sex pleasure raced through my body. He must have liked my shaking because he whispered “God, Marge” then his hardness broke. When I sensed he was almost done I whispered back, “Almost as good as a real fuck.” I think that stiffened him enough for an extra squirt or two.
I was shifting position when I heard a “Ha!” followed by a “D’ooooh!” I turned in time to see Edna still rubbing the front of Homer’s pants while he pulled his hand from under her dress.
Then … Bing! The alarm went off again.
There was a pause then someone started laughing. We all joined in and us gals went back to our own husbands. Edna put her phone away saying “Guess I won’t need this anymore tonight.” Then with a collective sigh of enjoyment we stopped being teenagers and went back to being sort of respectable adults.
That is … until the next time, the time the lights went out. But that’s another story.
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