Parent-Teacher Conference

Note: This story was written with assistance by an AI. I provided prompts and edited the results to make sense, creating something resembling a full story.

 

Marge Simpson sat in the classroom of her son, Bart. She’d been invited there by his teacher, Mrs. Edna Krabappel. Bart had really done it this time, and Edna was threatening to have him expelled.

“Please, Mrs. Krabappel, don’t expel Bart,” Marge pleaded. “I can’t have him around the house all the time! And he needs schooling!”

“Not my problem,” Edna replied dryly, propping her feet up on her desk. 

Marge’s mind was racing with concern. There had to be some way to convince her to go easy on Bart. But how? The only thing she could think of is that maybe he needed a little more discipline than what his regular school offered.

“Isn’t there anything he can do to get back in your good graces?” Marge asked.

“Him? No, I don’t think so,” Edna said flatly. “But… maybe there’s something you can do.”

“Me?” Marge asked, confused.

“Yes, you,” Edna said, kicking her shoes off. She flexed her feet and sighed, enjoying the fresh air on them after a long day of teaching.

Marge’s eyes glanced at the teacher’s bare feet, but tried to remain focused. “What would I have to do?” she asked.

“You could try giving Bart a spanking.”

Before Marge could protest, Edna had already stood up and shut the door to the classroom.

“I know you won’t do that, though,” she said, locking the door. “So, instead, I want you to beg me to keep him in school.”

Marge’s facial expression quickly changed from confusion to that of a deer in the headlights.

“Beg me,” Edna said again.

“I… I can’t!” Marge stuttered.

Edna sat back down at her desk and put her feet back up on it.

“Massage my feet,” she said. “Do it, or I expel your son.”

Marge looked down at her feet in complete awe. It wouldn’t be the first time she had rubbed a teacher’s feet before asking for something.

“Oh, you’re disgusting!”

Despite her protests, Marge took one of Edna’s feet in her hands and began massaging it. Edna sighed and relaxed in her chair.

“Don’t you think my little boy deserves a second chance?” she asked.

“Yes, I do. But… no. It wouldn’t work. I’d feel guilty.”

Marge grumbled, but continued to rub the teacher’s foot.

“Now this one,” Edna said, sticking her other foot in Marge’s face. “And beg.”

Marge at this point was beyond refusing. She lifted her hands up and rubbed Edna’s feet. “P-please, Edna.” 

“Mrs. Krabappel,” the teacher corrected her.

“Mrs. Krabappel, please don’t expel Bart,” Marge said. “Please, I’ll do anything…”

Edna’s eyes lit up. That’s what she’d been waiting to hear.

“Anything?” Edna asked softly.

“Y-yes,” Marge said haltingly. “Anything for my baby boy.”

“Oh, good,” Edna said, smiling. “Anything at all. Then you won’t mind using your tongue instead of your hands.”

Marge’s eyes widened as she looked down at the foot she’d been rubbing. Without saying a word, she lowered her head and stuck out her tongue. Slowly, tentatively, she licked along the top of Edna’s foot.

“Hah! You actually did it!” Edna laughed. Marge looked at her questioningly. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

Marge stuck out her tongue again and continued to lick Edna’s foot.

“Tell me how good my foot tastes, you whore,” Edna said, sneering. Marge’s eyes widened. “Come on, try to say it.”

“Mrs. Krabappel, your foot tastes so good.”

“Good. You love it, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Marge said softly.

“And you don’t mind doing this for me, do you?”

“N-no,” Marge said.

“Good.”

Marge looked up into Edna’s face as she licked along the length of her foot, switching to the other for good measure. She licked both her feet, while the teacher watched with a satisfied look on her face.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Edna said, as Marge took her feet in her hands and pulled them away from her body.

“He can stay,” Edna announced. “But only after I’ve had my fun with you, Marge.”

“Is that… OK?” Marge asked cautiously.

“It is if you do exactly what I say without arguing.”

Marge rolled her eyes, but nodded. “What do I have to do?”

“First, take off that ugly green dress. I’m going to need you naked,” Edna said as she began to undress.

Marge obeyed, quickly taking off her dress and letting it fall to the ground. Edna, on the other hand, kept on undressing, her eyes fixated on Marge’s body. Soon, both women were naked. Edna circled around her desk and took Marge in her arms. “You’re going to be my next sub,” she said as she pushed Marge down to her knees and slightly bit her lips.

Marge’s face was level with Edna’s crotch, her pussy inches from her nose. There was a certain smell that catered towards Edna’s scent. The combination of her sweat, pussy and the apple juice soap she used made the air around her very thick and heavy with a sweet, sour smell.

“Lick it, Marge,” Edna said, eager to see the mother of three eat her out.

Marge’s face glowed a bright red, her eyes wide as she stuck out her tongue and gently licked the area around Edna’s legs.

Edna groaned and pushed Marge’s face between her legs, forcing her to grind against Edna’s cunt. “You lick it good,” she said as she grinded Marge’s face. “Give it your all.”

Marge obeyed, licking Edna’s pussy like her life depended on it. Edna’s breathing became faster as she began to thrust her hips, wanting her to eat her out more and more.

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s it. Lick it good.”

Marge’s tongue buried itself into Edna’s folds, tasting the inside of her. Edna’s hips jerked as she quickly found her G-spot, the one that made her cum whether she wanted to or not, and Marge obliged by going to town on it.

“Mwah!” Marge’s lips smacked against Edna’s pussy as she passionately ate her out. Edna was moaning in pleasure, her body wriggling and curving beneath Marge’s ministrations.

“Mmm, that’s it, Marge, lick my pussy,” she said as she humped Marge’s face. Marge’s nose buried itself in Edna’s cunt as her taste buds exploded with the sweet juices of Edna’s sex. Marge’s face was slathered in pussy juice, but she kept dutifully licking.

“Yeah… mmm, eat my fucking cunt,” Edna said, her hand gripping onto Marge’s head as she forced it into her.

She moaned more and more, soon throwing her head back as her thighs shivered and she came into Marge’s shocked face.

“Squeamish bitch,” she said, before smiling. “I suppose it’s your lucky day, Marge. You just got promoted to pussy eater.”

Marge pulled back, coughing as Edna’s juices dripped from her lips.

“You did good, Marge,” Edna said, giving her a smile. “Now, I think you deserve a reward.”

“What do you… Ohhhh…” Marge groaned as Edna knelt down beside her and began rubbing her pussy. Marge only let out a yelp before her body went limp, her face contorted in pleasure as she let out a moan of ecstasy.

“Squeamish cunt.”

Edna slipped two fingers into Marge, massaging her inner walls. Marge’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt waves of pleasure course through her body.

“That’s it, you bitch, cum on my hand,” Edna said, sneering. Marge’s face twisted once again, in a mixture between pleasure and pain, as she started to cum hard.

Her juices gushed from her as Edna finger-blasted her, rubbing her own crotch with her free hand.

“Ohhhh, fuck….” Marge groaned, lying back on the floor. Her legs sprawled out as her orgasm rippled through her body.

“Good thing I’m here to look after you, isn’t it?” Edna said, wiping her hand off on Marge’s face as she got up.

Marge looked around desperately for her clothes, before looking at Edna. Seeing her expression, she realized something.

“You’re… you’re fucking kidding me,” she said. “You had this planned from the beginning, didn’t you?” 

“Guilty as charged,” Edna replied with a flippant shrug. “I’ve got her warmed up for you, Elizabeth.”

“Forget that, let’s bend you over my desk,” Edna said, pulling Marge to her feet. Edna roughly pulled Marge along, bending her over the desk.

Reaching over the desk, she pulled out a wooden paddle from one of its drawers.

“What is that for?” Marge asked, although she could guess well enough.

“It’s for turning your yellow ass red,” Edna said, bringing the paddle down across Marge’s upturned ass.

Marge yelped as the hits landed, before Edna brought it down across her left butt cheek.

“Ohhhh!” Marge shouted. “You’re a sadistic fucking bitch, you know that?”

Eda grabbed a handful of Marge’s blue hair, yanking her head back so she could growl in her ear.

“Of course I am, why do you think I took this job? But what I need right now is to administer some real corporal punishment! Lucky for you, you’re the slut who’s going to take all of my abuse!”

Eda continued to paddle Marge’s ass, which soon went from a healthy color to a very red one. Marge yelped and cried out in pain.

“Stop!” Marge said.

Edna hesitated, listening as Marge sobbed on the desk. Taking pity on her, she began to gently rub her sore, red ass.

“It’s okay, Marge. I know it hurts, but you’re going to be alright,” she said.

Marge sniffled as Edna continued to comfort her.

“Here, let me show you a little love,” she said, kneeling behind Marge. She began planting soft, loving kisses on her burning butt cheeks.

Marge shivered as Edna’s affection towards her grew.

“I’m going to make you feel good, Marge,” she said. “You’re going to love every moment of this.”

She spread Marge’s ass, exposing her asshole. Licking her lips in anticipation, Edna leaned in and began licking around the rim of her backdoor. Marge tensed up, nervous despite being in so much pain.

Eda licked around the outside of her asshole a few times, before darting her tongue inside.

“Ahhhh!” Marge cried out as Edna’s warm, wet tongue wormed its way into her asshole.

“You like that, slut?” Edna asked, as Marge just groaned in response.

Edna began licking around inside of her asshole while gently rubbing her thumb against her clit. Marge’s body tensed as her asshole was licked by this older woman. She’d never felt anything like this before. It was intense.

Eda continued to rim her asshole as she rubbed her clit. Eventually, she grabbed hold of Marge’s hips and pushed herself slightly into her, allowing her tongue to probe even deeper.

“Fuck, my ass!” Marge cried out. “Your tongue is so deep in my ass!”

Edna groped Marge’s firm butt as she rimmed her, savoring the MILF’s erotic moans.

After several minutes of rimming, Edna pulled her tongue from inside of Marge’s ass. She looked down with a smirk as her saliva dripped from Marge’s asshole.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Marge,” she said. “But since I’m so nice, I’ll let you decide which hole.”

“Do it in… do it in my ass, please,” Marge said hesitantly while Edna pulled out a strapon from her desk. “My pussy is for my husband.”

“As you wish,” Edna said calmly as she fixated the strapon to her waist. She grabbed Marge’s hips and thrust herself forward, plunging her cock into Marge’s waiting asshole.

“Oohhh!” Marge cried out in pain as the hefty member entered her. “A little warning would’ve been nice!” 

Edna laughed as she began thrusting into her. Marge yelped in pain as Edna’s dick drilled into her ass.

“Fuck! Fuck! Ow! My ass!” Marge grunted as Edna’s hips slapped against her sore ass. The rubber cock spread her wet asshole wider than she was used to.

“Fuck, your asshole is so tight,” Edna grunted. “You’re going to have to get used to this if you want me to use this on all of your holes.”

“Wait, what?” Marge asked, but soon forgot as Edna spanked her ass with her bare hand. “Yow!”

“Don’t make me stop, Marge,” Edna warned as she spanked her again. “I’m enjoying this way too much.”

Marge lowered her head on the desk, accepting her fate as Edna fucked her ass mercilessly.

Her muffled cries could be heard in the empty hallway as she was fucked. Edna spanked her ass, smacking her cheeks, and then dug her nails into her butt.

“I think I’m in love with your ass, you married whore,” Edna groaned. “I could abuse this juicy butt all night!”

After some time, Edna increased her pace, thrusting as she smacked Marge’s ass.

“Aaaiieee!” Marge screamed.

Edna bent over Marge, letting her weight drive her rubber cock deeper and harder into her ass. Marge’s muffled screams mixed with animal grunts and desperate pleas for mercy.

“F-fuck me harder! Ohhhh!” Marge screamed, no longer recognizing any of her previous values.

Edna didn’t need to be told twice, and gave Marge all she had. The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping together as Marge’s ass was decimated by Edna’s cock.

“That’s it, you slut! Cum from getting your ass fucked! Oh, that feels gooooood,” Edna groaned as she fucked her.

Marge didn’t want to admit it, but she knew she was going to cum from this rough fucking.

“F-fuck! I’m going to…” she panted heavily.

“Go ahead, bitch! Cum! I want to see it!” Edna snapped.

Marge bit her lip.

Suddenly, she cried out, “Ooohhhhhh!”

Her juices squirted onto the desk as she came underneath a grinning Edna Krabappel.

Marge panted heavily as her ass throbbed. She panted as she felt Edna’s dick pull out of her ass with a wet plop.

Edna grabbed Marge and rolled her over so she was lying on her back. Lifting her legs up onto her shoulders, Edna pointed her rubber cock at Marge’s pussy.

“You said this was just for your husband, but you want me to fuck you here, too, don’t you?” Edna said.

Marge whimpered in fear.

“Well, I’m going to fuck you here regardless,” Edna said as she slid the head of her cock along Marge’s cunt.

Marge didn’t have the strength to fight back, watching in terror as the rubber cock teased her pussy lips.

“Please… no… not that way,” she whined.

“Shut up and let me fuck you!” Edna demanded, as she slowly penetrated Marge’s pussy with her dick.

“No!” Marge cried out, but Edna ignored her.

The head of Edna’s dick penetrated Marge’s cunt, and soon, the entire thing was buried to the hilt inside her. Her whole cock was buried inside her.

“Noooo!” Marge cried out, tears streaming down her face.

“Now, you’re going to suffer,” Edna said, as she began fucking Marge’s tight pussy roughly.

Marge wailed in pain, her eyes welling up with tears as Edna relentlessly drilled her. The sound of flesh smacking together could be heard, and soon Marge’s whimpering cries.

“Shut up, you useless whore! You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Edna said.

“No… I’m just… filled with pain,” Marge wept.

“Squeamish bitch,” Edna said as she slapped her hard across the face.

Marge’s feet bounced in the air in time with Edna’s thrusts. Edna bent forward and began sucking on one of Marge’s breasts while she fucked her.

The slurping and sucking noises filled Marge’s ears, and she could do nothing but close her eyes and accept this brutal treatment.

“How does it feel to get fucked by a schoolteacher?” Edna asked, not stopping her assault on Marge’s cooch.

“It… it hurts…” Marge whimpered.

“Yeah, I bet it does,” Edna chuckled.

Then, all humor left her voice. “It’s okay, honey. I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to break you in so you can be a good little slut for me.”

Edna began rubbing Marge’s clit with her thumb, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Marge’s eyes widened, and her breathing increased.

“Uh! I’m going to cum!” she cried out.

“Sure you are,” Edna said.

Marge shook and trembled as she came down the mountain of bliss. The rubber cock was dowsed in girlcum as Marge’s body shuddered with her third orgasm.

Edna smiled as she pulled her dick out of Marge’s pussy. She wiped her cum-covered hands on Marge’s dress and stood.

“That was fun,” she grinned. “I’ll have to give you a call if Bart ever gets into any more trouble.”

Marge only mumbled in response as she was left lying, ass stinging and drenched in sweat, across Mrs. Krabappel’s desk.

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