Chapter 54: Moe's Tavern – The Dabuchary
Moe Szyslak's tavern had always been a place where men went to forget.
Beer, bad jokes, the occasional bar fight, and the comforting smell of stale peanuts and regret.
But on the night the heat wave finally broke through Springfield's last line of defense — twenty-five years after it first scorched the Long family — Moe's stopped being a bar.
It became a temple.
The sign outside still read "Moe's Tavern," but someone (probably Barney) had spray-painted "Dabuchary" underneath in dripping red letters.
No one corrected it.
The door stayed unlocked after 8 p.m.
Word had spread through Springfield's underground grapevine: if you were burning, if you needed release, if you just wanted to sin without judgment — Moe's was open.
Moe stood behind the bar — same green apron, same dead-eyed stare — but his pants were unzipped, cock already out and half-hard, resting on the counter like it belonged there.
The first wave arrived at 8:15.
Marge Simpson walked in first — green dress hiked up to mid-thigh, no panties, pearls still on.
She didn't speak.
She just climbed onto the bar, spread her legs wide, and pulled Moe's head between them.
Moe ate her like a man who'd been starving for decades — tongue plunging deep, sucking her clit, fingers curling inside her while she moaned loud enough to rattle the bottles.
The regulars watched — then joined.
Barney Gumble — surprisingly sober for once — stumbled forward, dropped his pants, and let Marge suck him while Moe kept eating her out.
Lenny and Carl took turns behind Marge — one fucking her ass while the other filled her pussy — double-penetrating her on the bar top while she moaned around Barney's cock.
Duffman burst through the door in full costume — cape flapping — and immediately started posing while jerking his massive, beer-can-thick cock.
Apu — apron still on — knelt beside the bar and ate Marge's clit alongside Moe, their tongues meeting in wet, sloppy harmony.
The bar filled fast.
Patty and Selma arrived next — cigarettes already lit — and bent over the pool table.
Lenny and Carl moved from Marge to the twins — fucking them in perfect sync while the sisters made out and shared smoke.
Helen Lovejoy — Bible left at home — climbed onto a table and spread for anyone who wanted her.
Three regulars took turns — one in her pussy, one in her ass, one in her mouth — until she was leaking from every hole.
Edna Krabappel (retired but still teaching night classes) sat on the jukebox — legs wide — and let Moe fuck her while she graded papers and smoked.
Mindy Simmons — still working at the plant — bent over the bar beside Marge and let Barney take her from behind while she sucked off Duffman.
Agnes Skinner — surprisingly limber — rode Principal Skinner (now retired) on a bar stool while yelling at him to "go harder, you spineless worm."
Laura Powers — now a cop — cuffed two volunteers to the dartboard and rode them one after another while barking orders.
Jessica Lovejoy — still the bad girl — took the stage (the pool table) and let every man in line creampie her while the women watched and fingered themselves.
Sherri and Terri — kindergarten teachers by day — took turns riding Moe on the bar while Patty and Selma ate them out from below.
The jukebox played "Sweet Home Alabama" on loop — ironic soundtrack to the chaos.
Homer wandered in around 10 p.m. — already drunk — saw Marge getting double-teamed by Lenny and Carl, grinned, and joined the line for Mindy.
Bart arrived late — 28, smirking — and immediately claimed Jessica on the pool table — fucking her hard while she screamed his name for old times' sake.
Lisa — 26, elegant — sat at the bar in a sheer black dress, legs spread, letting Apu eat her out while she sipped a martini and graded someone's thesis.
Maggie — 24, silent — moved through the crowd like a ghost — letting men and women take turns filling her while she watched everything with cool, detached eyes.
By midnight the tavern was a sea of bodies.
Every surface was used:
Bar top: Marge and Mindy double-teamed
Pool table: Bart and Jessica
Dartboard: Laura cuffing volunteers
Jukebox: Edna riding a volunteer
Tables: Helen, Agnes, Patty & Selma in rotating groups
Floor: everyone else — writhing, moaning, leaking
Cum dripped from every pussy, ass, and mouth.
Bellies swelled.
Thighs glistened.
The air smelled like beer, sweat, and sex.
Moe — still behind the bar — fucked every woman who bent over the counter — creampieing them one after another while serving drinks with his free hand.
At 2 a.m. the jukebox finally died — overwhelmed by moans.
Moe raised a glass — voice hoarse.
"To Springfield… the horniest town in America."
Everyone cheered — sticky, sated, glowing.
Homer — covered in cum, grinning — lifted Marge onto his shoulders.
"Best… tavern… ever!"
Marge laughed — cum dripping down her thighs — and kissed him.
The doors stayed open.
The heat wave had won.
And Moe's Tavern — once a place to forget — had become the place where Springfield remembered exactly how good it felt to sin.
Last call never came.
The orgy continued until sunrise.
And no one went home alone.