Simpsons Porn Story: Under Willie’s Kilt

Eight year old Martin Prince was quite beside himself with lust.
His classmates ran around the schoolyard playing games while he had trouble walking.
Everyone was making merry at the annual Springfield
Elementary
School Picnic. Bart Simpson brought his dog, Santa’s Little Helper and was trying to impress everyone with his tricks. Millhouse was desperately trying to impress Bart’s sister Lisa. Groundskeeper Willie discarded
his usual work clothes for his best plaid kilt. He had no shame in his
efforts to win the heart of Edna Krabbapple. And, lastly, Principal Skinner
was just trying to keep the peace.
It was love at first sight when Martin feasted his eyes on
the hairy, muscular legs that protruded from Willie’s kilt. He clasped
his hands together while red hearts floated out of his head and into the
blue sky above.
Willie manned the grill. “And how do you like your weenie,
Edna?”
he shouted across the basketball court. “I got one for ya that’s big,
long and bursting with flavor!” He made the mistake of turning his back on
her after he received no response. He was fanning the flames under the
burgers when Edna’s spiked heel made a dent in his skull. It knocked him on
his ass. It also afforded Martin an unobstructed view of Willie’s cock
and balls. Martin’s heart skipped a beat and his saliva glands kicked in.
He stared and whimpered.
“Keep it up, Willie,” Edna said. “I’ll grill your weenie and
roast your buns.”
“You ungrateful hag!” screamed Willie rubbing his head. “You
get no attention from any other man but me!”
Skinner stepped in. “That’s enough, Willie. This is your
last warning.”
“I’m sorry, sir. It’ll nay happen agin.” He got to his feet
and resumed his cooking duties.
Martin, by this time, was masturbating behind a bush, hoping
no one would see him. His eyes were locked on Willie’s legs as he pumped
his little dick faster and faster. “Oooooo, so strong, so hairy. Oh,
Willie, purge my desires.” He squinted his eyes as a powerful orgasm shook
his small frame. A few drops of his semen splashed the leaves. He calmed down, but his face was still red. He pulled up his shorts and joined
his classmates, always keeping the object of his affection within
eyesight.
“Who wants a weenie?!”
Martin watched as a swarm of children ran to Willie for meat
products. He decided to wait until they all left to be alone with
him.
When they finally scattered, he bolstered his courage and walked over
to the grill, but the grill was bare.
“I’m ready for my weenie,” he said timidly.
“Ach, they’re all gone, laddie. Why the hill did ye wait so
long?”
Martin felt lost. He began staring at Willie’s legs. His
little
dick started to rise again.
“Don’t feel bad, laddie. How’s ’bout a big, juicy burger on
a
toasted bun?”
He gave Willie a pleading gaze and said, “I had my heart set
on a
weenie.” Then, he walked away.
“Ach, the poor little laddie. No friends, no weenie, and
overweight to boot.”

Martin was a crafty little sort. He set a plan into motion
that
couldn’t fail. He used Willie’s Krabapple crush to his advantage.
So,
during lunch period, he wrote the following letter: “My dearest
Willie, no
one must know of our love. I enjoyed the way you taunted me during
the
school picnic. However, for appearance sake I had to retaliate. I
hope
the hole in your head has healed. I’m burning with desire, my
darling. It
was all I could do to keep my hands from groping under your dazzling
plaid
kilt. I must see you this afternoon, but under my conditions. At
3:00, I
will come to your boiler room. I want you to turn all the lights off.
I
want you to lay on your cot wearing your kilt and nothing else. I
will
discreetly slip in and give you the blowjob of your life. Yes, my
darling,
this is true love. Until then, my dearest. Signed, Edna Krabapple.”

Willie found Edna’s letter in his locker and started to
sweat. “At
last, the bitch is in heat! I knew she’d come around. She’s finally
going
to get what she needs. A taste of my shillelagh.” He walked into
his
boiler room and up to the framed, signed photo of Sean Connery he had
on
his wall. “Connery, you jolly dog. You’ll have a bird’s eye view of
this
afternoon’s spectacle. Make sure ya no get too jealous o’ Willie.”

Martin turned the boiler room doorknob with trembling hand.
He
walked in quickly and shut the door. He peered into the gloom and
saw
Willie lying on his bed as instructed. It was dark, but a basement
window
provided a small shaft of late afternoon sunlight that fell across
Willie’s
face.
“Is that you, ma love?”
Martin shushed him as he made his way to the bed.
“Veddy well. I won’t speak.”
Martin ran his sweaty palms along Willie’s hairy legs. His
little
dick was as hard as a nail. He flipped the kilt up and grasped
Willie’s
huge erect cock with both hands. His mouth was filled with saliva as
he
took Willie in.
“Ach!”
Martin starting sucking and even he was surprised at the
amount of
drool. The slurping sounds were driving them both crazy. He tried to
get
as much of Willie’s cock in his mouth. The length that remained
outside
was covered by both of his jerking fists. His sucking became
stronger.
His head bobbed faster. His fists jerked harder.
“Do me balls!” screamed Willie.
Martin whipped his mouth off his cock and sucked his balls
in,
still yanking his cock. His tongue slid across Willie’s balls as he
sucked.
“I’m gonna shoot, Edna! Get back on the cock and suck it,
you
fucking whore!”
Martin complied. He released the balls, took a deep breath,
and
dove. He desperately wanted to swallow Willie’s come. In his
madness, he
was able to take more of Willie’s cock. He bounced his head up and
down in
a sucking frenzy, the saliva flowing. One hand jerked cock, while
the
other tickled balls. He had to drink come soon, or go mad. Willie
did not
disappoint.
“Suck harder! Here it comes!!!” He shot blast after blast
into
Martin’s still sucking mouth. He felt his scrotum deflate. The
spurts
continued for quite some time until he gradually calmed down. He
tried to
catch his breath as his dick was released.
Martin enjoyed the come that remained in his mouth. His
tongue
played with it, savoring the taste. After he swallowed, he leaned
over and
licked Willie’s cock.
“The world with know of our love, Edna dear. I’ll shout it
from
the rooftops.” said Willie. His eyes came back into focus. Through
the
single basement window he could see the school parking lot. With a
silly
grin on his face, he watched Edna walk to her car and get in.
He bulged his eyes and he let out a yell. He fell out of
bed,
screaming in terror. Who or what had just sucked his cock? He ran to
the
light switch and turned it on.
Martin sat on the floor, leaning against the foot of the bed.
His
chin was soaked and his eyelids fluttered.
“You!!! What the hill??” He turned to the photo on the
wall.
“Sean, don’t look!”
Martin looked at Willie and he said with a grin as he wiped
off his
chin, “I told you I had my heart set on a weenie.