Gothamjack's Naughty Stories

[67hawk]

Very nice. A great job finishing Jimmy's story. Thank you, GJ!

[rogermaris9]

That was pretty good. I'll see if I can get my brain working for some suggestions for the other stories. Thank you for this one.

[gothamjack]

Thanks for the comments, guys.I should be posting Hill-Billies soon.

[67hawk]

Looking forward to it!

[rogermaris9]

Oh yeah !! Me, also. Hill- Billies....hmmm. Sounds like the Clintons

[Lennox]

Hillbillies has perked my interest.

[gothamjack]

Okay, Here's "The Hill-Billies." I think I went beyond anything Jimmy may have imagined with this one. I know I broke a few of my own rules toward the end. Anyway, this is a long one so I'll post it is several parts over the next week. Hope you like it.) GJ

The Hill-Billies of Springfield
An unauthorized continuation of a story by Jimmy
By Gothamjack

What – and who – has come before

In an alternate Simpsonverse, Springfield County is in the middle of Hill-Billy country. Homer and Marge Simpson decide that it’s time for their children Bart and Lisa to get married – to each other. The wedding is set for the next day.

Homer and Marge go to bed early – but not to sleep. As they’re humping inside their single bedroom trailer, Lisa gives Bart a quick look at her goods, exciting him. That night Bart masturbates to thoughts of Lisa while she does the same thinking of him. This leads to him fondling her cunny and humping her butt crack until they both come and fall asleep. They awaken to a shaking bed – Homer giving Marge a good morning fuck. The kids, including baby Maggie, join in, masturbating to the sight and sound of their parents getting it on. It isn’t long before the sounds of five Simpsons coming fill the trailer.

And now – what happened next.

Part 2 – The Wedding
Bart and Lisa’s wedding was held close to noon on the lake dock. The Simpsons dressed for the occasion. Marge put on her church-going green dress. Lisa wore her red dress with a white veil. Homer and Bart wore pants instead of overall and everyone had on shoes and underwear.

Preacher Tim Lovejoy conducted the ceremony, assisted by his wife Helen and daughter/wife Jessica. Milhouse van Houten stood with Bart and Janey Powell with Lisa.

“I always hoped I’d married Lisa,” Milhouse confessed as Homer walked his daughter toward the lake dock. “Or at least get a chance to…well, you know.”

“I getcha, Milhouse. And I’ll be ‘you knowing’ Lisa all day and into the night. But don’t give up hope. If you ever get hitched, maybe we all can have a sharing night.”

Milhouse smiled, his hopes of getting with Lisa somewhat restored. “You’d do that for me, Bart?”

“If your wife is pretty and Lisa is willing. Now shut up. It’s time.”

The ceremony was brief. “Lisa,” Preacher Tim said, “Do you take your brother Bart as your husband, and will you do right by him?”

“I do?”

“And, Bart, do you take your sister Lisa as your wife, and will you do right by her?”

“I do,” Bart said, thinking, I’ll do her right after we’re alone.

“Then you two are married. Go ahead and kiss.”

In front of all those gathered, Bart and Lisa grabbed hold of each other and locked lips. Their mouths opened and their tongues dueled. There was grinding and groping more than suitable for the occasion. When Preacher Tim finally separated them Lisa’s yellow skin was flushed red and Bart’s pants were sporting a tent that proclaimed his love and lust for his new bride. Everyone there agreed it was the best first kiss since over in Quahog County when Chris Griffin married his sister Meg and they consummated right in front of everybody.

The reception was brief, Apu’s General Store providing the food and Moonshiner Moe the liquor. In honor of the occasion Marge and Homer decided on his XXX jugs rather than the normal XX ones.

After everyone had eaten and drank the newlyweds were escorted to the honeymoon shack at the far end of the lake. There they’d spend their first nights. Everyone else went back to the dock for more eating and drinking, especially drinking.

There being a plentiful supply of liquor, people to drink it, and a nearby lake, it wasn’t long before people began to strip off and dive in. This being a special occasion nobody paid much attention to who was diving in with whom. Marge had a pleasant session with Ned Flanders, each of them playing with the other under water until they both sighed in satisfaction. Ned’s wives Edna and Maude snuck off into the woods with Carl Carlson and Lenny Leonard while Homer messed with Helen Lovejoy.

“You have fun?” Homer asked Marge as they walked back to their trailer.

“Sure did,” she said. “Ned’s got a nice touch. He fingered my pussy and I jerked him off. You and Helen?”

“We tickled each other’s fancies. I gave her a good finger bang then she sucked me off. After I came in her mouth she invited us over for some serious sharing later tonight.”

“Well, that sounds like fun. I hear the preacher has a nice pecker. And I’m sure you’d like to put yours in that young girl’s snatch. But Selma and Patty are coming over.”

“D’oh! But Marge…” a disappointed Homer complained.

“Now, Homer, they’re blood and neither has a man. It’s up to you to do your family duty. They’re getting on in years and they want young’uns. Don’t worry, while you’re taking care of Selma I’ll warm Patty up. All you’ll have to do is stick it in and shoot it out.”

Part 3 – Sisters-in-Law, Sisters in bed
Manjula, Edna, Maude, Helen, Luann, Francine over in Langley County, Loose Lois from Quahog County, even her daughter Meg – no, not Meg… Homer thought of all the gals in Springfield and the other counties he’d rather be doing than the two he’d be doing that night. Selma and Patty, his wife’s sisters, were waiting for him inside the trailer. Waiting for him to … he shuddered at the thought.

But it’s pussy, his mind told him, different pussy, two of them. He felt himself twitch at the thought. At least there’s that. Maybe if I close my eyes and think of …

“Homie, you coming in? We’re waiting for you.”

Marge in the doorway of the trailer. Marge in her nightgown, against the lights. He could mostly see through it. He twitched some more. I’ll think of Marge, he decided and went inside to do his duty, and his sisters-in-law.

The trailer’s single bed was barely big enough for the three women in it, with Selma and Patty taking up most of the room. All three were wearing nightgowns. Good, I won’t have to see those two naked, Homer thought. He did that once and his pecker retreated and tried to crawl inside him.

Marge and Patty were cuddling. Selma was waiting for him. Resigning himself to the inevitable, Homer began to undress. As he did so, Marge pulled Patty’s nightgown up to reveal her sister’s large, lavender bush.

Despite himself, Homer began to grow. “Got another one right here,” Marge said, reaching over to expose Selma’s snatch. It looked the same as Patty’s except it was parted in the middle. Homer got harder.

“One more to go,” Marge said, lifting her own gown and showing Homer one of his most favorite things in life.

With three pussies on display Homer’s reluctance quickly faded. When he took off his pants he was fully hard.

“My god!” Selma explained. “Look at the size of him!”

“I’ve seen bigger,” Patty said, trying not to sound impressed.

“Yeah,” Selma replied, ‘but this is real live manflesh and not those rubber and plastic things you got from the interweb.” To Homer she said, “Come here, fat boy, and put that anaconda to good use.”

Homer got into bed next to Selma and ran a hand along the inside of her spread legs to her waiting snatch. Finding her not wet enough to his liking, Homer rubbed her folds until she opened up. Then he slipped a pudgy finger inside. Meanwhile, Patty was doing the same thing to Marge.

“Ooohhhh!” the two sisters sighed in unison.

When Homer’s finger began to move freely inside Selma, he forced in another one, spreading her open and getting her ready. When she began to moan he knew it was time. Removing his finger, he covered his sister-in-law. When his cock tip touched her wetness, he rammed it in, burying himself deep, causing Selma to shout with pleasure.

“OHGODYESSSS!” she yelled then said the words she never thought she’d say. “Fuck me, Homer. Fuck me hard!”

He did, and she fucked back, the two of them rutting like animals, thrusting and grunting. Some biting went on as well, each giving as good as they got. Finally Selma shook all over, Homer shooting inside her as they both climaxed.

Meanwhile, Patty’s head was between Marge’s legs, giving her baby sister an orgasm with her tongue and fingers. Watching her husband put it to Selma only added to Marge’s pleasure as she gushed on Patty’s face.

Homer was still partly hard when pulled out of Selma. “Legs up, Sis,” Marge advised. “We don’t want any of Homer’s baby juice to leak out of you.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want to have to go through this again. Would we, Selma?” Homer said, smiling down at his well-plowed sister-in-law.

“No way, fat boy. Once was enough with you.” But Selma’s own smile and the look in her eyes told everyone she was lying.

Now for Patty, Homer thought. The other sister was on her hands and knees; Marge was behind her thrusting two fingers in and out of her pussy and ramming another in her back door. From her moans Patty had just come.

“She’s ready when you are, Homie,” Marge said.

Homer looked down at his reviving penis. “Almost there, Marge.”

“Let me help,” Selma said. Reaching out, she grabbed hold of him and stroked him fully hard.

Patty wasn’t that into men. Not that many men had been in her and not for some time. On feeling Homer’s throbbing pole slip into her she gasped then thrilled at the unfamiliar warmth. With his hands on her hips, Homer began a steady thrusting into Patty’s still sensitive pussy. It was enough to give her a mild orgasm. As for Homer, the tight snatch he was ramming felt good around his cock. He took his time enjoying it. Finally though, he thrust hard, went deep, and shot his baby-makers into his sister-in-law.

As Homer softened and pulled out, Patty flopped on her back and, like her twin, put her legs in the air. “Not bad for a man,” she said grudgingly. It was the nicest thing she’d ever said to him.

Later, after her sisters had left and all was dark, Marge turned to Homer and asked,

“Got anything left?”

Homer had come three times that day. Once in Helen Lovejoy’s mouth and twice in his sisters-in-law’s pussies. But he was a Simpson. So of course he had something left. And he spent the night giving it to Marge.

To Be Continued

[67hawk]

LOVE IT! Thanks, GJ. Looking forward to the next installment !

[rogermaris9]

I LOVE this, and it's definitely going to get better. Thanks, GJ.

[gothamjack]

Thanks for the comments guys. Here's the next part. GJ

Part 4 – The Honeymoon: The First Day
Alone in the honeymoon cabin, brother and sister, now husband and wife, kissed. Gently at first, then passionately – their tongues meeting, their bodies pressed against each other, their hands clutching each other’s rears, trying to pull themselves closer. Finally they broke apart. They looked at the bed.

“I’m a little nervous,” Lisa said.

“Me, too,” Bart confessed.

“Bart.”

Bart turned to look at his sister. She had already removed her veil and shoes. She unfastened her dress and let it slide off her. Standing before him in just her panties, her youthful breasts showing, her nipples already hard, she let him look for a minute. Rubbing the front of her panties, she said, “You get to take these off.” She got into bed.

Fighting the urge to jump in after Lisa, Bart slowly took off his shirt, then his pants. He had put on underwear for the occasion of their wedding and his new jockeys were bulging. He slipped these off, freeing his erection, the tip of which was dripping in readiness.

Bart got into bed. Kneeling beside Lisa, he slowly pulled down her panties, revealing her most secret spot. Lisa’s adolescent cunny was smooth and Bart could clearly make out its slit, already partly open and glistening with anticipation. Bart lay down beside her. He gently put his hand on her and began to probe her opening with his finger.

“Do it now, Bart. Put it in me.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve been wet since I said ‘I do’.” Then she added, “Come, husband. Take what’s yours.”

Lisa spread her legs. Bart covered her. Reaching down, Lisa grabbed hold of his throbbing pole and guided him to her. On feeling his tip at her opening, she whispered, “Do it.”

Bart pushed forward. Lisa’s folds parted to accept him. Soon he met with resistance. He pulled back, pushed again, harder this time, tearing away her virginity.

For Lisa there was brief pain, followed by a pleasant fullness. Her brother, now her husband and lover, was inside her and it was great. She felt him filling her up, moving in and out of her, slowly at first then faster. She started moving with him, arching her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Lisa, I …”

“Let it go, Bart. Fill me up.”

Bart came with a pleased sigh. “Oh, Bart!” Lisa moaned as his warmth spurting inside her triggered her climax.

“That was nice,” he said as afterwards he lay beside her, holding her tight.

“Yes, it was,” she agreed. “And we get to do it again and again, all night and for the rest of lives.”

They held each other for a while then Bart put his hand between Lisa’s legs. Slipping a finger inside her, he moved it slowly back and forth, getting an “Mmmm” from Lisa. He kept this up for a minute or two, then slipped in a second finger. Curling both, he found her special spot and rubbed it.

“Ahhhh!” Lisa sighed as a shiver of delight ran through her. As Bart‘s fingers worked their magic she spread her legs, sighing again as he sped up, his palm flat against her so as to rub against her clit. Soon …

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Ohyesohyesohyes! OH YES!”

Once Lisa calmed down she said, “That felt wonderful. Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Jessica, ‘bout a month ago.”

“Bart Simpson, you mean to say you’ve been fooling with the preacher’s kin?”

“Nothing serious. Just some squeezing, teasing, and pleasing. Now why don’t you show me what you did with that Smith boy when his family visited from Langley County?”

“You heard about that, did you?”

“I heard about it. Now pleasure your husband, woman.”

“Tee hee. Okay, since you asked so nice.”

Bart was, of course, hard again. Taking his erection in her hand, Lisa began to stroke it. On the down stoke she went all the way to his balls, gave them a squeeze then ran her hand all the way up, palm rubbing his tip. She did this until Bart started breathing heavy, then she pumped his rod hard with one hand while cupping his sack with the other. It wasn’t long before Bart gasped as his cum geysered out of him.

“I want to do it all,” Lisa said after pumping the last bit of juice from Bart.

“All what?”

“All this.” She started to rub Bart’s penis again. After shooting off twice it was slow to respond but respond it did.

“Well, it that case …”

Bart shifted out of his sister’s grasp and moved until his head was between her legs. Extending his tongue, he began to lick her cunny.

“Oooh! And who taught you to do this? Helen Lovejoy? Or was it Maude Flanders?”

Bart lifted his head, his face already covered with Lisa’s juices. “Nah, I saw the Mackleberry Twins doing this to each other in the woods some time ago.” Lowering his head he went back to what he was doing.

Except that he didn’t know just what he was doing. He’d only seen Sherri and Terri from a distance and the local library didn’t have any books on the subject. (It didn’t have that many books at all.) Its Internet was restricted to news, comic strips and shopping sites. So Bart was figuring it out as he went along.

Guided by Lisa’s reactions, Bart did the best he could. He started by licking Lisa’s slit, then as she opened up he tongued her hole, going as deep as he could, lapping up their mixed fluids. Lisa seemed to like that and she liked it more when his thumb found and rubbed her little bud. As she “ahhhed” and “ooohed” Bart got an idea. He licked his way upwards, found her love button and mouthed it, licking and teasing it with his tongue as he slid two fingers into her wet and open cunny.

Lisa exploded. “OhBart!OhBart!OhBart!OhBart!” she cried, wrapping her legs around him and trapping his head against her pussy, bathing his face in her pleasure. As he struggled to breathe, his hot breath gave Lisa another climax and it wasn’t until she relaxed and released him until he could suck in some air.

“And who taught you to do this, Steve Smith or someone else?” Bart asked after they had switched positions. Lisa looked at him, her head very close to his hard penis. “Very funny. I’ve watched Mom do this for Dad a few times.”

She took him in her mouth, her lips around the head of his dick. Slowly she went down on him. Soon she had swallowed about three inches. Remembering what her mother hand done to her father, she cupped his balls with one hand while bobbing her head up and down his shaft, stroking what she could not fit in, sometimes pausing to lick or nibble the tip.

Bart was in heaven. He knew about blowjobs. Like Lisa, he had watched his mom do it to Homer. And once when he went to visit Milhouse, he caught his friend’s mom Luann sucking off Moonshiner Moe in exchange for a couple of jugs.

Now he was getting a bj of his own. Lisa’s mouth felt so good on his rod. Her fingernails scratching his balls, her hand rubbing his pole, her lips and teeth on his tip. She swallowed him again, sucking him and swirling her tongue around his shaft. He felt his cream rising to the top.

“Lisa …” Was all he could say before erupting in her mouth.

Lisa was a Simpson and a Bouvier. Like her mother and aunts and all the women of both families she took spurt after spurt of her man’s cum in her mouth and when it seemed he was done she swallowed his load and sucked him dry, leaving him limp and helpless.

After that, they cuddled together and drifted off, renewing their energy so they could continue the next day.

To be continued

[67hawk]

Love it! Thanks, GJ! The family fun continues!

[rogermaris9]

It just gets better and better. Thank you, GJ, that was pretty good.

[gothamjack]

Glad you're liking it. Here's Bart and Lisa's second day. GJ

Part 5 – The Honeymoon: The Next Day
The next morning Lisa and Bart woke up, ate breakfast then showered away the actives of the previous night. They showered together, washing each other’s backs, then each other’s fronts, then each other’s very special spots.

Bart wanted to make love in the shower but Lisa had other ideas.

“Maybe later, but right now let’s go back to bed.”

This time Lisa got on top, Bart lying on his back as she slowly sank down on his hardness.

“How does it feel?” Bart asked once her cunny had fully engulfed him.

“Wonderful. How is it for you?”

“Great,” Bart replied as he thrust up into her a few time.

“Stop that, Bart. Remember, you’re just supposed to lie there while I … while I fuck you this time.”

“Lisa!”

“We’re married, remember. And that’s what married people do. They fuck. Yesterday morning we watched Mom and Dad fuck. Then we got married and you fucked me and ate my pussy. I sucked your cock. Now I’m going to hold you down and fuck you. When I’m done you can fuck me anyway you want. Now relax and enjoy, husband.”

Lisa’s choice of language had excited Bart. He felt harder than he ever had and got harder still with her going up and down on his dick. She started slow, moving up until just his tip was inside her. The she slid down until he was completely buried in her pussy.

She did this a few times, enjoying the feel of him, enjoying the feel of being in charge. Then she sped up, going faster, ramming herself down on her brother, driving him deep inside her.

Thoughts of Bart faded. It didn’t matter who it was beneath her, just that a hard cock was in her pussy and it felt soooo good. And each time she rose up and dropped down it felt even better, and better, and better, and ….

“Oh yes!” Lisa screamed. “Ohyesohyesohyes! OH YES!”

She shook so hard on Bart’s pole that he had to grab her hips to hold her inside him. She came, then came again and when Bart dared to reach up and rub her clit she came a third time, collapsing on top of him when she was done.

More than a bit out of breath she asked him, “How do you want me?”

Bart raised his legs, planting his feet on the bed. “Like this is just fine.” From beneath Lisa he started thrusting his dick into her pussy, seeking his own pleasure. As he did, he grabbed her butt cheeks, one finger slipping between them to tease her back door.

“That feels good,” Lisa said, already on the verge of another orgasm. Bart’s finger moved, penetrating her rear. “I know something that might feel a little better,” he said, thrusting even harder.

“Maybe this afternoooooohhh!”

As Lisa came so did Bart, crying out “Ayyyeee” as his cum shot deep inside her.

Lisa rolled off him.

“So you want to cornhole me, huh?”

“You did say you wanted to try everything.”

“Well, it is your right as my husband to use me anyway you want, so after lunch you can drive that pecker of yours down my back road. But you better make me come a few times before that.”

“You got a deal, Lis.”

They both kept their word. After lunch Bart licked Lisa to a climax. At her insistence he rimmed her and “readied the road” as she put it. He did that by putting his tongue as deep as he could where he hoped to put his cock and swirling it around. He found it not as bad as he thought it would be and she found that she really liked it.

Then Bart put his new bride on her hands and knees and entered her pussy from behind. He plowed her deep and hard, making her rock back and forth. As he did so his thumb found her dark hole and eased in, opening her up for what was to come.

“Oh Bart! Oh Bart! Oh Bart! Ooohhh!” Lisa cried out as her brother’s cock took her into a second then a third climax. When she finished shaking in pleasure she felt him slow down, then stop, then withdrawal. She knew what was coming next.

Her cheeks were spread. Bart’s fingers, cool with the lube they found in the bathroom (Country Glide, endorsed by singing sensation Lurleen Lumpkin), slid in. They went deep and opened her up. Then then tip of his cock pressed against her butt hole.

Bart pushed forward. Lisa’s three orgasms had relaxed her and the Country Glide did its work. Bart slid easily into her ass. There was pain but not as much as Lisa feared. Mostly there was pressure, pressure that became tolerable then pleasurable. Not body-shaking “Ohmygod!” but a nice pleasant tingle as Bart pumped his dick in and out of her butt.

For Bart it was a new hole, a nice, tight hole and he took it as easy as possible so as to enjoy it longer. Finally though … “Ayeeee!” his cock pulsed and filled Lisa’s bowels with his cum.

“How was it?” Lisa asked as they rested side by side.

“Very nice. Thank you. How was it for you?”

She shrugged. “Okay, I guess. I prefer doing other things. But of course, as my husband you can use me anyway you want. Just don’t use me that way too often.”

“I’ll ask first.”

“Damn straight you will.”

They talked over dinner.

“What do you think about sharing?” Lisa asked.

“Mom always taught us to … oh, you mean that kind of sharing,” Bart replied while thinking, Better not mention my offer to Milhouse.

“Everybody does it,” Lisa said. “I guess we will too, someday. After all, let’s be honest. I love you and always will, but I do want to know what other dicks feel like. Just as I know you’ll want to stick your dick in other pussies.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Bart admitted. Then he added, “But whatever we do, we do it together. No sneaking around. And not for some time.”

“Deal,” Lisa said.

Of course, neither one realized that “some time” would be a short time coming.

That night they made love gently – Bart on top of Lisa, her legs spread wide, his cock going slowly in and out of her pussy.

“Oh, Bart, I love you.”

“I love you too, Lisa.”

She shook in climax. Bart stopped holding back and shot his pleasure into her. Still holding each other, they fell asleep.

To be continued

[67hawk]

Country Glide? Love the term. The fun is just beginning! Thanks, GJ!

[rogermaris9]

ANOTHER hot one !! You definitely have my undivided attention. Thank you VERY much, GJ.