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My Wish Is Your Command	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 60459 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter 12: Getting Around to It
Half an hour later, Bart was lying on his back on his bed. At his feet, the pregnant Sherri and Terri were sixty-nining, each one’s face buried in the other’s purple muff. Maggie sat on Bart’s bedroom chair, still wearing that see-thru mesh top, slowly diddling her clit through the opening of the baby-blue crotchless panties she had on beneath her black micro-miniskirt.
But these were just sideshows, something to give Bart some inspiration. In the center ring was Lisa, naked and with eyes screwed shut, slowly lowering herself onto Bart’s inhumanly thick cock and forcing her entrance open against the tennis-ball-sized head.
“C’mon, sis,” Bart said, “get it up inside you. You know you like it deep.”
“Bart,” she said through gritted teeth, “it’s too big now…”
“I’m getting tired of hearing you say that. You’ve been getting fucked since you were eight; you should be able to take a blue whale’s dick by now. Besides, if you don’t like it, I could send you back to Cletus’. You were sucking off, what, your fifth goat when I brought you back here? You hadn’t even started on the horses yet.”
“Nnnnggghhhh…” Lisa grunted, and then Bart’s cockhead opened her pussy to the fullest, and she slowly sank down onto it.
“I don’t know what you’re groaning about,” Bart said. “I’m letting you do this at your own pace.”
Panting with effort and internal discomfort, Lisa eased down and down, until at last her smooth yellow thighs came to rest on Bart’s hips.
“There we go,” Bart said. “I told you you could do it. Now, start fucking yourself on my cock.”
Slowly, Lisa began moving up and down, making Bart’s thick shaft slide in and out of her. Bart smiled.
“That’s it,” he said. “Does it feel good?”
“It- It hurts.”
“But it also feels good, right?” Bart pressed, already knowing the answer.
Lisa closed her eyes and turned her head away as she answered—truthfully—“Yes.”
“Good,” Bart replied. “I want you to enjoy getting yourself pregnant.”
Lisa’s opened wide in shock.
“Oh, come on, Lisa, you had to know this was coming. I think I’ve knocked up every single one of your friends at this point—hell, Janey’s spent most of the past five years preggers—plus Mom three times, and Patty and Selma-” he stopped a moment to count them up in his head “-five times a piece. Not to mention a few thousand other chicks. After all, I own every pussy and every womb in this town. Now keep moving so I can shoot inside you and finally make you a member of the club.”
Lisa knew there was no point in begging Bart not to impregnate her. She’d avoided it longer than she ever could have hoped, and he clearly knew that as well as she did. Her number was up.
So she worked her body up and down on that huge, invading cock, trying to focus on the pleasure and block out the pain—and the consequences.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Bart said. “Finally, Leese, you’ve learned how to get fucked. And get pregged.”
He reached up and fondled her tits, enjoying their size and firmness. Excellent work, if he did say so himself.
“Take all the time you need, sis,” Bart said. “I’m not gonna cum ‘til you do. And the longer you take, the bigger the load I’ll shoot in you.”
He had already made her ovulate. Now, he looked inside at her egg and smiled at the thought that soon the lone, helpless cell would be ravaged by his great slashing horde of sperm. And unlike with Cindy, nothing was going to change his mind about impregnating Lisa this very day.
Lisa was starting to sweat with effort—not because she was moving fast, but because fucking herself on Bart’s huge cock meant overcoming the tight fit of it inside her channel over and over again. Also, to make it feel good, she couldn’t let his cockhead go all the way up to her perpetually bruised cervix; instead, she had to stop herself short on each descent before rising up by several inches and then repeating the movement. And throughout this, she had to keep her mind focused on the most erotic thought she could—at least, the most erotic one that involved Bart, who still forbade her from fantasizing about anyone else.
Bart, pleased that Lisa was mentally focused solely on the image of his thick cock moving inside her, decided to have some mercy. He slid his hands down from her tits to her hips and helped her move as she impaled herself on his huge cock again and again.
With Bart’s help, Lisa bounced faster and faster on his cock. Her eyes were closed, and she focused only on the sensation of being fucked. Now, she panted with arousal as well as exertion, and Bart smile breathlessly up at her as he watched her mind finally embrace the truth that it had denied for so many years: that deep down, she wanted to be impregnated by Bart, that she wanted to bear the child of the most powerful man in the world, brother or no.
“Here it comes…sis…” Bart grunted. “It’s gonna…be a…big one…”
As much as Lisa might have wished otherwise, the thought of being completely filled with Bart’s sperm was pushing her arousal to its peak. She closed her eyes tightly and cried out “AAAAAAAAAHHHH!” as she came as hard as she ever had, her cunt-muscles spasming around her brother’s cock.
“YEAH!” Bart cried, and then he came too. His cum surged up into his sister’s womb like a geyser, filling Lisa’s uterus with well over a gallon of seed and making her stomach bulge. Lisa screamed even louder in orgasmic ecstasy, and the watching Maggie smiled.
When their climaxes were over, Bart looked Lisa in the eye and said, “Well, you did it, Leese. You’re finally knocked up. Don’t worry, this won’t be the last time—not even close. In a few years, you’ll be raising a whole bunch of my kids.
“Now that we’ve got you gestating,” Bart went on, “I’m sending you on your usual errand. So get lost.” He indicated Maggie and added, “I’m gonna give our little sister a preg-belly to match yours.”
Lisa slowly rose up. Bart hadn’t shot as big a load into her as he had with Cindy, but her belly still bulged with it, and cum would have flooded out of her if Bart hadn’t made her gaping cunthole cinch closed as she dismounted his cock. He even let Lisa make it all the way to the bathroom before he allowed the bulk of his load to gush out of her. It wouldn’t matter if she lost most of it; there would still be trillions of his sperm cells inside her, and soon they would be gangbanging that precious egg until one of them penetrated and started Bart’s newest daughter growing in her womb.
Bart sat up on the edge of the bed, his wet, half-hard cock hanging heavily down to his knees. Then he turned to Maggie.
“Before we fuck, you need to suck me hard again.”
“Yes, Bart,” Maggie said, coming down to her knees in front of him.
There was no trace of reservation or defeat in her voice—just pure obedience. Bart felt deeply gratified. Although Lisa had been a bad influence on Maggie for years, making the younger girl question her older brother’s complete authority and sexual mastery over her, Bart had finally broken Maggie of foolish notions about having rights or owning her own body. Making an example of Lisa through repeated punishment had helped a lot. It also didn’t hurt that every girl in Springfield who was Maggie’s age or younger couldn’t remember a time when Bart was not the undisputed master of all things, so Maggie’s peers all considered being Bart’s on-call sex slaves to be a normal part of life. As a result, Maggie accepted Bart as, if not her god, then at least her master and owner.
This all pleased Bart greatly—not only because he had succeeded in breaking Maggie without resorting to mind control, but also because Maggie was one of the few girls in Springfield who could swallow the entirety of Bart’s cock without Bart helping or altering her in any way. As he had always said, she was a natural born cocksucker.
Looking up at Bart’s face, Maggie took hold of his cock with both hands, opened wide, and put his first four inches in her mouth. Slowly and skillfully, she ran the tip of her tongue around the circumference of his glans three times before she sucked on the head, making that same rhythmic sucking sound she had used to make with her pacifier.
Maggie then moved her hands to the base of Bart’s cock. Slowly but steadily, she pushed her head forward, swallowing hard several times as his cockhead made its way down her throat. She swallowed more and more of Bart’s shaft until finally, her bottom lip was snug against the base of his ballsack. Bart reached down and rubbed the length of her throat, which bulged with his girth.
“That’s my Maggie,” Bart said. “You were born to suck cock. Our daughter will be, too.”
Still looking up at him, tears streaming from her eyes, Maggie moved her head forward and back so that her lips, tongue, and throat together were massaging the entire length of Bart’s cock. He moaned and put both hands on her head, his fingers twining in her blonde hair. He began to move his hips in time with her head-bobs, fucking her mouth gently and deeply.
“Oh, Maggie,” he breathed. “You do that so good, little sister…One of these days, I want to spend a whole day with my cock down your throat…”
She couldn’t reply in words, of course, but Bart could see in Maggie’s mind that she would be perfectly willing to spend an entire day kneeling before him with her lips wrapped around the base of his cock and his balls against her chin.
“Good girl…” he breathed.
Bart let her continue sucking him for a few more minutes, watching his cock expand her throat even more as it engorged to full tumescence. He was tempted to fuck her face hard and dump a load down into her tummy, but he resisted, preferring to stick to the plan.
“That’s enough, Maggie,” he said, releasing his hold on her head. “Now it’s time to fuck.”
Slowly, the fourteen-year-old pulled her head back, releasing inch after inch after inch of Bart’s cock from her mouth until it was hanging in front of her face, shiny-wet and fully hard. Bart smiled at the sight, as well as the thought that he wouldn’t even have to strip Maggie naked for the main event; her micro-mini and crotchless panties would give him plenty of access to her pussy.
“Now,” Bart said, “unlike Lisa, you’re not ready to ride a magnum-dick like mine, so I’m gonna ride you instead. So lie down and spread like a good girl.”
“Yes, Bart,” Maggie replied, getting on the bed and opening her legs wide. “I want to be your breeding bitch.”
“Oh, yes you do,” Bart said, putting a hand on her face. “Now get ready to open that womb for me.”
He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She received it eagerly even as she wrapped her legs around his hips, helping him force his cock into her body. Bart broke off the kiss and put his lips to Maggie’s ear.
“I meant that literally, you know,” he murmured. “I don’t have to stop with your fuck-tunnel. I can get my cock all the way up into your womb. Shoot my cum right where it can start our baby growing.”
“Ohhhhhhh,” Maggie moaned in reply, opening her thighs wider. “Yes, please, Bart.”
“I knew you’d like that,” Bart said. Pumping her slow and deep, he went on, “I’m gonna make so many babies in you, Maggie…You’re gonna spend your whole life pregnant…And when you look back at all the time you spent getting pregnant…I mean all the time you spent on your back, with my cock moving in your cunt, in your womb…it’ll add up to weeks…months, even…I’ll spend more time knocking you up than almost any other girl…Getting fucked and having babies will be your whole life…”
“Yes, Bart,” the girl moaned. “Please put babies in me, all the babies you want, please fuck them into me…”
At that moment, Bart’s daughter Pussy came in, attracted by the sounds of sex. Bart smiled; when he’d said he would spend more time knocking up Maggie than almost any other girl, Pussy had been the main exception. The girl was still wearing only the see-through white negligee she’d had on that morning, which showed off every inch of her small but lush body.
Pussy watched with interest as Bart, who had just made Maggie’s cervix open for him, pushed his full cocklength into the teenager. Maggie moaned and squirmed as Bart’s cock penetrated a place deep inside her that nothing had ever entered before.
“There’s nothing like it, is there?” Bart said as he started pumping Maggie again, this time reveling in the sensation of her tight cervix around his shaft. “Every girl I’ve ever womb-fucked had that same look on her face the first time. I can’t believe I took this long to fuck you this way; I guess I’ve been pretty preoccupied with your throat.”
“Oh God…” Maggie moaned. “Oh God…so deep…oh God…”
Bart smiled. A lot of girls weren’t even capable of speech when Bart was deflowering their womb, so he was surprised that Maggie was speaking actual words. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Pussy was smiling too, proud to have lost her womb-virginity at a much earlier age than Maggie.
He pumped Maggie faster now. Much as he wanted to savor this, he was too excited by both having just taken his little sister’s last virginity and the prospect of knocking her up. He was particularly aroused by the mental image of Lisa and Maggie standing side-by-side before him, fully nude, with swollen tits and bellies, his daughters growing inside them.
Soon, Bart was pounding Maggie’s pussy and cervix. The girl panted and gasped and moaned as the violent motion caused her perky tits to jiggle wildly under her mesh top. Maggie’s panting grew into rapidly repeated cries of excitement: “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
“Yeah…Maggie…” Bart grunted. “You…hot…little…cunt…I’m…gonna…knock you…UUUUUUP!”
This load wasn’t as big as the one he’d shot into Lisa, but Maggie shrieked with ecstasy at the novel sensation of hot cum splashing against the walls of her uterus and then filling it until she looked five months pregnant. Maggie’s legs gripped his waist, forcing Bart’s cock all the way to the back of her womb.
When Bart finished cumming, he said, “You’re going to get preggo for sure, Maggie. Want me to make it twins?”
Maggie nodded, and Bart caused her to release a second egg. His little soldiers were going to have a good time in there, fucking the hell out of those two little spherical sluts.
“Good girl, Mags,” Bart said. “Now, go downstairs and see how Mom’s gangbang is going. I’ve got one more girl to preg.”
As the cum-filled Maggie waddled down the hall to the bathroom, Bart looked to his daughter, who had watched Maggie’s impregnation with great interest.
“Your turn now, Pussy,” Bart said. “You’ve always been my special girl, and today I’m going to make you even more special. Because you’ll be the first of my daughters to give me a granddaughter.”
“Wow, Daddy,” Pussy said. “I wanna do that.”
“I knew you would. Now take out your titties for me.”
In the new social order Bart had established in Springfield, his ten-year-old daughter was second only to Bart himself. This was partly because Pussy (no one was even allowed to call her Priscilla) was both Bart’s daughter and his sister, which made her the person most closely related to him and, thus, practically royalty. On top of that, sexiness was essential to a girl’s status, particularly with regard to breast size. And Pussy, despite her young age, was better endowed than most adult women—even in Springfield, where the average cup size was a generous DDD.
Thus, Pussy was very proud of her breasts. So she gladly pulled off her barely-there negligee and tossed it away, then thrust her tits out proudly for her father to see and feel.
“That’s my girl,” Bart said, fondling his daughter. “Hey, how about we make tomorrow Topless Day? Every girl will have to go tits-out the whole day. Then everyone will see that you’ve got the best knockers in town.”
“That would be cool!” Pussy replied.
“Good,” Bart said. “Now, let’s get on the bed and watch Sherri and Terri for a few minutes. I need to get my boner back so I can give you the nice deep fuck you deserve.”
Pussy hopped up next to her father, then leaned her head against his shoulder. As they watched the twins eat each other out, Pussy asked, “Can I have slaves too, Daddy?”
Bart smiled. “Who would you want to be your slave, Punkin?”
Pussy thought about it for a moment. “Lacy Hargrove. She’s such a bitch; I wanna sit on her face and make her eat my pussy and asshole all day. And then I’d want a couple more slaves to suck my titties at the same time.”
“Hmm, I don’t see why not,” Bart replied. “We’ll talk about the details after I preg you.” Pussy nodded excitedly.
A moment later, Sherri and Terri stopped eating each other and looked to Bart.
“Please, Master,” Sherri begged—she usually did the talking, in the belief that Bart would be more inclined to grant her wish than Terri’s. “We’re getting so tired. Can we stop for just a little while?”
Bart turned to his daughter. “What do you think, Pussy?”
The girl looked up at her father and said, “I think you should let them stop, Daddy.” Then she leaned up and whispered in his ear. “And then make them do something worse.”
Bart’s face lit up with a smile. Bart might have sired hundreds of children, but this one was special. Pussy was truly his daughter in every way.
“I’ll tell you what,” Bart said to the twins. “As a compromise, I’ll let one of you rest. Sort of.”
Bart winked at them, and suddenly, Sherri was looking down with astonishment at the enormous cock and balls that now hung between her pale legs. They were equal to Bart’s in size but matched Sherri’s skin tone perfectly, looking like she’d always had them.
“Now, Sherri,” Bart said, “you’re going to fuck your sister in her mouth, pussy, and ass. The order is up to you, but you have to shoot a load into all three holes.”
Sherri looked at Bart, and her anxiety was plain on her face.
“Don’t worry,” Bart said in answer to her unspoken question. “I’ll change you back when you’re finished. You’re going to need a pussy to deliver my kid, after all. And all the ones I’m going to put in you after that.
“Now, get fucking. You can use any position you want as long as Pussy and I can see everything.”
Bart wasn’t surprised when Terri got up on all fours in front of Sherri. All things being equal, doggystyle was the easiest way—or maybe just the least painful way—for a girl to take a big cock.
Terri’s pussy was plenty wet from all of Sherri’s licking, so Sherri didn’t bother with lube. She just lined up her brand-new cock with Terri’s opening and pushed, sinking slowly into her sister. The look on Sherri’s face was one of astonished delight.
“Ohhhhh, that feels… yessssss…wowwww….” Sherri sighed.
This was the most insidious part of what Bart had done to Sherri. He hadn’t merely given her the necessary anatomy to fuck her sister; he had made her new cock so sensitive to pleasure that Sherri couldn’t help but enjoy it.
Sherri eased farther and farther into Terri, clearly deriving stimulation from every inch of cock she pushed through Terri’s tight pussyhole. Then, the moment Sherri hit bottom inside her sister, she began to pump her.
“Oh God,” Sherri moaned as she thrust into Terri’s pussy again and again. “Oh God…This feels better than anything…”
Terri whimpered as Sherri fucked her. Although Terri had taken Bart’s cock a great many times over the years, her pussy simply could never completely get used to his massive size. And Sherri’s new member was every bit as big as Bart’s.
Sherri was already panting with sexual excitement. After only a minute of fucking Terri slowly, she started to speed up. Terri’s whimpering got louder.
“Sherri, please…slow down…” Terri begged.
“I’m not slowing down,” Sherri growled in reply. “This is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
“That’s it, Sherri,” Bart said, his arm around Pussy’s shoulders and his hand playing idly with one of her big tits. “Fuck her as hard as you want.”
Sherri really let loose then: She started fucking Terri hard and fast, grunting with the effort as her cockhead battered Terri’s cervix and her hands clutched her sister’s hips in a death grip.
“Sherri, stop, you’re hurting me!” Terri cried.
“SHUT UP, BITCH!” Sherri screamed. She grabbed a fistful of Terri’s hair and shoved the girl’s face hard into the pillow while fucking her punishingly hard. Terri struggled, but it seemed that her fear was not as great a source of physical strength as Sherri’s intense lust and her years of pent-up resentment toward her twin.
“Ah!” Sherri cried, climax clearly approaching. “AH! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
She shoved her cock in one last time, as deep as it would go. As Sherri screamed in ecstasy, she let go of Terri’s head, and Terri gasped for air even as Sherri flooded her sister’s insides with cum. Bart could, of course, see everything that was happening, outside and in.
“Good thing you’re already pregnant, huh, Terri?” he said. “It would be a hell of a thing if you got knocked up by your own twin sister.” Pussy giggled.
“Well,” Bart said, turning back to Pussy, “that got my dick hard. Now lie down on the edge of the bed. You’re going to get pregnant the way a good daughter should: on your back, with your legs and cunt and womb open wide for your Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” the girl replied excitedly as her father stood up from the bed.
A few years earlier, Bart had engaged the services of a couple of local lowrider enthusiasts to install a hydraulic lift under the bed. Thus, Bart could raise or lower the bed at will, in a way that he found more satisfying than simply wishing the bed to be taller or shorter. He had used this capability many times with Pussy, so as the bed rose, she lay down on her back with her precociously plush ass just at the edge of the bed.
“Perfect,” Bart said.
He continued raising the bed until Pussy’s wet cunt was at the same height as his hard cock, which bobbed eagerly in the air despite its length and mass. Then he moved between his daughter’s open thighs.
“Now,” Bart said, “put your legs up on my shoulders.” Pussy eagerly complied, and Bart squeezed each of her substantial breasts in his hands as he added, “I’m going to hold on to these nice big tits, because they make me think of what a good breeder you’re going to be for me.”
“Okay, Daddy,” Pussy panted as she looked up at her father with delight. And her smile only grew wider as Bart eased his cock into her: through her tight entrance, down her sweet love-tunnel, through the tight ring of her cervix, and into her fertile womb.
Unlike Maggie, Pussy had literally been made to be penetrated this way—and she had been, many times. So Pussy did not react with shock and awe the way Maggie had at being fucked more deeply than the female body was ever meant to be fucked. Instead, as Bart began to pump her, Pussy turned her head to look at the twins, where the action was getting interesting again. Sherri had stood up, pulled Terri up onto her knees, and shoved her cock into Terri’s mouth. Now, Sherri was fully erect again, and she was gripping Terri’s head between her hands like a coconut in a vise.
“Swallow it,” Sherri hissed. “You fucking swallow it! NOW!”
Terri gagged and flailed as Sherri forced her thick cock down her twin’s throat. Bart had always been aroused by the sound of a girl choking and gagging on cock, and so he fucked Pussy just a little faster.
In a similar vein, Pussy had always enjoyed watching her father force himself on girls, especially girls who were older than her, because it made her proud to hear them beg and scream and choke when Pussy knew that she herself could take her father’s cock in any hole with ease. But there was something extra-fun about watching a girl do it to another girl, especially her own twin sister. Pussy was certain that if she had a cock, she would enjoy forcing it into some screaming bitch—Lacy Hargrove came to mind—just as much as Sherri was. Perhaps that was another thing she could ask her daddy to do for her sometime.
At the moment, though, Pussy was quite happy to be on the receiving end of the fucking. Her father’s cock felt wonderful deep inside her, the head moving forward and back within her womb, where their baby would soon begin growing. The fact that her father was squeezing her big tits nonstop with his strong hands added further to her arousal.
Bart was pleased with himself; he’d engineered what was turning out to be one of the most enjoyable scenarios he’d created in recent years. His eyes moved back and forth between the sight of Sherri brutally face-fucking her helpless sister and the face and body of his big-titted ten-year-old, who was gazing up at him excitedly. He could see in her mind how eager she was to get pregnant by her father, how she was looking forward to showing off her big belly and what she hoped would be enormous tits to the other girls at school and seeing the envy in their eyes.
“AAAAAAAAAAAH!” Sherri cried again, and Bart could see how much cum she was shooting down Terri’s throat as the kneeling girl struggled helplessly, gurgling as she flailed her arms. Bart sped up his thrusts into Pussy a little more.
When Sherri finished, she didn’t pull her cock from Terri’s throat but instead resumed fucking it, albeit much more slowly. Most of the fight had gone out of Terri, who simply gurgled feebly and tried to breathe through her nose as her sister raped her face. Bart smiled, knowing what was coming next.
When Sherri’s cock was fully hard again, she pulled it out of Terri’s throat with a sucking, bubbling sound. Terri collapsed to the bed, gasping for air—whereupon Sherri grabbed Terri by her waist and hauled her up onto her hands and knees.
“One more hole to go,” Sherri growled.
Bart could see panic spark and then flare in Terri’s mind, and it was beautiful.
“No,” the girl gasped. “No!”
Terri tried to crawl away, but Sherri had a powerful grip on the girl’s hips.
“Hold still!” Sherri shouted as she put her thick cockhead against Terri’s asshole, which was still every bit as tight as Bart had made it back in middle school.
Terri wouldn’t hold still, instead thrashing her ass from side to side to keep her asshole away from Sherri’s hard, thick, rape-hungry cock. Sherri again grabbed Terri by the hair and shoved her face into a pillow, this time pushing so hard that Terri was completely unable to breathe. Terri forgot about protecting her ass and instead tried to raise her face far enough off the pillow to avoid asphyxiation; Sherri used the opportunity to line up her cock with Terri’s asshole and shove hard enough to force her cockhead in. Bart imagined that Terri’s scream would have been painful to the ear if the girl’s face hadn’t been buried in the pillow. Then Sherri shoved in farther, eliciting another scream, and soon Terri was bawling into her pillow as her twin sister fucked her ass deeply and violently.
Bart and Pussy were so excited by the sight and sound of this sisterly rape that they started fucking at full speed. Bart gripped his daughter’s big tits even harder as he plunged into her hard and fast, and Pussy grabbed his upper arms for leverage so she could fuck her thighs against his hips, making his cock pummel the very top of her womb.
At this point, Bart was almost too horny to think at all, but a single idea came to him that was too good to resist. And with one more bare thought, he made it reality.
Then he moved his hands from Pussy’s tits to her face, making her look in his eyes as he spoke to her in a series of impassioned grunts.
“Here…it…comes…baby…” he panted. “Here…it…COMES!”
With one final thrust into his daughter’s depths, he came, hard. His seed splashed against the walls of Pussy’s womb in one massive spurt after another. Within moments, Pussy’s tummy began to swell. This had been Bart’s idea: to generate, within seconds, a nice big load to shoot into his daughter’s fertile body.
“Oh, Daddy!” the girl cried. “You’re filling me! YOU’RE FILLING MEEEEEEEEE!”
Pussy’s arms and legs flailed with ecstasy, but her ass was pinned to the bed by Bart’s hips as he continued shooting seed into her. Her belly grew and grew, stretching until the young girl looked full-term pregnant. Only then, when his daughter’s womb was utterly full of his seed, did Bart finally finish cumming.
“Oh Daddy,” Pussy gasped. “I’m so, so full…”
“Yes you are, sweetheart,” Bart replied, keeping his cock firmly buried in his daughter’s cunt. “You’re getting pregnant right this moment. I can see it happening inside you.”
Pussy caught her breath quickly. Being her father’s eager little fuck toy, she had developed substantial sexual endurance.
“Can I keep your cum inside me for a little while, Daddy?” she asked. “I wanna know what it’s gonna feel like when I’m all big with your baby.”
“Of course, Punkin,” Bart replied. “Once I pull out, I’ll make your little cervix tighten up so my whole load stays inside you for as long as you want.
“But first,” he continued, “let’s watch the twins. This is about to get really fun.”
Sherri was still raping Terri’s asshole like mad. The sheets below Terri’s face were soaked with tears, but Sherri was clearly far past caring. Especially since her orgasm was approaching.
“Take it…you…little…cunt!” she grunted. “Take…it…AAAAAAAHHHH!”
Sherri shoved balls-deep into Terri’s ass and put her full pregnant body weight on her helpless twin’s back as she came. Bart looked inside Terri and saw that Sherri was pumping literally a gallon of semen into her sister’s bowels—and then another gallon, and another, and another.
“AAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAH!” Sherri screamed as her orgasm went on and on. “FILL YOU! FILLLLL YOUUUUUUU!”
“Please!” Terri screamed through her tears. “Please stop! It hurts! IT HURTS MY INSIDES!”
Terri’s stomach had already been bulging from her pregnancy, but now it grew enormous, spreading out beneath her.
“AAAAAAAHHHHH!” Sherri cried again, her whole being suffused with orgasmic ecstasy as she mercilessly pumped yet more seed into her sister’s bowels.
“NO! NOOOOOO!” Terri screamed.
And then her screams turned to helpless gurgles as cum came up her throat and then poured fast and thick out of her mouth.
“Wow, Daddy!” Pussy cried. “She got filled all the way up!”
“And then some, Punkin,” Bart replied smugly.
After a full minute, Sherri’s orgasm finally died away, and soon thereafter, the cum stopped flowing from Terri’s mouth. Bart reached down to put his hands under Pussy’s plush ass, then lifted her up off the bed, his cock still hilted in her.
“Now watch this, baby,” Bart said to Pussy.
He looked at the gasping Sherri, whose cock was still deep in Terri’s ass. And then, suddenly, Sherri’s cock and balls were gone, and her body was its normal, female self again.
With nothing obstructing Terri’s asshole anymore, cum shot from it in a massive gush, thickly coating Sherri’s face, big tits, bulging preg-belly, and thick thighs in the girl’s own seed. Much of it wasn’t actually her own; Bart could not have made her generate that much, so, his mind having flashed on the comment he’d made to Lisa earlier, he’d borrowed some from a blue whale.
But the look of dismay on Sherri’s face had nothing to do with the volume of filthy seed that now covered much of her body. She was looking at her crotch, where her huge member had been. Then she looked up at Bart.
“Please, Master,” she said, “can’t I have it back?”
“Be a good girl, and maybe you can,” Bart said.
“I’ll be so good,” Sherri swore.
“You can start by cleaning up all that cum,” Bart replied. “With your tongue, of course.”
With no hesitation, Sherri lifted one of her big, cum-coated tits to her mouth, and started licking.
***
Lisa walked up the dirt road, looking this way and that through the trees. At least it was a nice day to be out here in something resembling nature. This was what her life was about now: finding the little spots of joy in what was otherwise a world of fear and misery.
A small part of her wanted to hate herself for enjoying in any way what Bart had just done to her. She’d known for a long time that she was never going to go to college or otherwise have a life of her own, but getting pregnant by Bart had sealed the deal. But what was the point of hating herself for that? The end result was always the same whether she cooperated with Bart or not. So if she could do anything to make her life more bearable, she might as well do it.
Bart had sent her out with a list of the vintage parts he needed for his Harley. He’d done this several times before, and Lisa had learned that this little spot of woods was a good place to find old, abandoned vehicles.
Out of the corner of her eye, from between the trees, she caught a glint of something metallic. She went to take a look, and there, half buried in the dirt, was something that looked like Aladdin’s magic lamp.
“What the heck is this?” Lisa mused, pulling it the rest of the way out of the ground and wiping off the dirt. “Some kind of carnival prize?”
Almost every rational neuron in her brain told her that the lamp was junk—probably made from semi-toxic metal by a third-world mother of four who was paid fifty cents an hour for her efforts. But there were a few neurons, equally rational but more open to the new, that speculated that in a world where her brother had magic powers, there could well be other magic, too.
In the end, though, it wasn’t reason that drove her. It was desperation—a wish to cling to the hope, however fleeting, that there was some power in this world that could change her circumstances for the better. And so she rubbed the lamp.
“O genie of the lamp, please come forth and grant my wishes.”
End of Part IV
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