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My Wish Is Your Command	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 60460 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons or its characters. I made no money from writing this story.

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PART I
Chapter 1: Right from the Beginning
Bart Simpson, age ten, smiled as he yawned and stretched in the morning light coming through his bedroom window. Today was going to be another good day; he could feel it. And he knew how to start it off right.
He got up, wearing only his underwear—he’d lost interest in wearing pajamas—and went down the hall to Lisa’s room. He didn’t bother to knock before opening the door.
Lisa gasped and threw her arm across her bare chest; Bart had caught her in the middle of dressing for school. Her usual red dress still lay on the bed, and the girl herself was wearing nothing but a pair of red thong panties which left most of her cute ass-globes visible. Like all of Lisa’s underwear these days, Bart had chosen the petite thong for her himself.
“Morning, Leese,” Bart said, leering.
“Um, good morning, Bart,” Lisa replied.
Leaning sideways with his arm across the doorway—subtly letting Lisa know that she wasn’t to leave the room—Bart said, “Let’s get right down to business. I’ve got a big load of cum that needs dumping, and your eight-year-old pussy is the only place I wanna dump it.”
Taking a half-step backwards, Lisa pled, “I- I don’t want to be late for school.”
“I’m the one who decides what ‘late’ is, and you know it,” Bart replied. “Now bend over and show me that little yellow cunt.”
When the girl again hesitated, he added, “C’mon, Leese. Taking my loads is the main reason you exist.”
It was a subtle threat. In the first few weeks after Bart’s change, some of the people who challenged Bart’s newfound authority over them had vanished, never to be seen again. Homer Simpson having been the first.
Defeated, Lisa bent forward and put her forearms on the bed. Bart walked over behind her and laid his hands on her ass, his fingers tracing the path that her thong followed: down between her cheeks, over her asshole, and along the split of her prepubescent pussy. Then he cupped her mound in his hand.
“Whose pussy is this, Lisa?”
“Y- Yours, Bart.”
“That’s right,” Bart said. Then he pulled the strip of her thong to one side, baring her puffy slit.
“Now reach back and spread it open for me. Both hands.”
It was humiliating, but Lisa laid her head and shoulders on the bed, then reached back, put her hands on her ass, and spread her vagina open. Bart smiled at the sight.
“Yeahhhh, that’s the pussy I wanna fill up.”
Bart pushed down his tighty-whities and smiled as he remembered the first time he’d done that in front of his sister. She’d been shocked by the size of his cock, which thanks to his wish was much larger than a boy his age had a right to have. Of course, that shock was nothing compared to her reaction when he’d told her he was going to put it inside her.
“Remember our first time?” Bart asked, as though Lisa could possibly forget. “I came in here and fucked you for hours. God, did you scream. And that was before my cock was this big.”
It didn’t matter that Lisa wasn’t wet; Bart’s precociously large member always produced a substantial amount of precum. So when he put the head between his little sister’s pussylips and pushed, his cock slid into her with little difficulty. True, she was only eight years old and had once had a tight prepubescent pussy, but daily fuckings from Bart had conditioned his sister’s cooch to take his member all the way.
He started pushing in and out slowly. At the same time, he squeezed and fondled Lisa’s ass.
“Mmm, yeah,” he breathed happily. “This ass is all mine, Leese. Mine to touch, mine to squeeze, and mine to fuck, forever and ever, amen. Hey, that reminds me—I wanna take you and Mom to church one of these Sundays and fuck you both during the sermon. Just to see if Old Man Lovejoy can keep talking while a ten-year-old is plowing his mom and his little sister in the front row. That’d be good for a laugh. Plus, everybody at church would get to see that you’re my personal fucktoy.”
He heard Lisa choke back a sob. He pumped her a little harder.
“C’mon, Lisa, don’t be a baby,” Bart said, even though his sister’s reaction was exactly the one he’d been attempting to elicit. “This is the easiest thing I ever make you do—lie there and get fucked.”
Turned on by his sister’s distress, Bart fucked her faster and harder until his hips were slapping against her little yellow ass with every thrust. Lisa whimpered as his cockhead repeatedly slammed into her sensitive, immature cervix, and as usual, her sounds of pain helped Bart get even closer to orgasm.
“Here…it… comes…Leese…” he grunted, fucking her at maximum speed. “Here…comes…my…LOAD!”
He came, shooting enough semen into Lisa that she could actually feel the heat and volume of it inside her as it forced its way up into her womb. This was one of the main reasons why Bart had given himself such a substantial capacity for ejaculation; he wanted Lisa—and the other girls and women he fucked—to feel violated inside and out every time. As far as Lisa was concerned, it had worked, because she felt thoroughly used and humiliated every single time Bart fucked her.
“Ahhhh,” Bart said, pulling out and watching with satisfaction as cum flooded out of his sister’s wide-open child-pussy. “That was just what I needed. Nobody takes a load like you, Leese.”
He took out his phone and took a pic of Lisa’s gaping, cum-filled cunt. Then he walked to Lisa’s bedroom door and added, “You’d better get cleaned up. You don’t wanna be late for school.” He chuckled and walked away.
He stopped by Maggie’s room, where he picked the little girl up out of her crib and squeezed her tiny ass in his hands as he held her.
“Don’t worry, Maggie, I haven’t forgot about you,” he said. “Tomorrow, we’ll spend a couple of hours with my cock in your mouth.”
Bart put the toddler down and returned to his room, where he texted the picture of Lisa’s violated pussy to Milhouse, adding the message, “Another day, another load. Still wish she was your girlfriend?”
Milhouse wasn’t the only boy whom Bart picked on in this fashion; he was just the easiest target because of his sad, futile infatuation with Lisa. A few months ago, in the early days after Bart got his special gift, he had mainly targeted the boys who had previously bullied him. Bart had made Kearny watch as his teenage girlfriend got on her knees and swallowed Bart’s dick. Shortly thereafter, Bart had fucked Jimbo’s mom, as she was the only mother of the four who was even remotely hot, then banged Dolph’s sister. Nelson didn’t have a girlfriend or sisters, and his mom was pug-fugly, so Bart had just given Nelson an irresistible compulsion to go to the Springfield Raceway and suck the dick of every stallion in the place until it came in his mouth. Nelson had behaved himself ever since, under threat of being sent back and having each of those horse-cocks shoved into him from the other end.
In an instant, Bart was cleaned up and dressed. All he’d had to do was wish it. Then he went downstairs.
His mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. She was wearing a dress in her usual shade of green, but it was tighter than the ones she used to wear, making it obvious that her breasts were about twice the size they had been until a few months ago. The tight dress made it equally obvious that Marge wasn’t wearing a bra, as her large nipples protruded visibly through the thin fabric.
“Morning, Mom,” Bart said. “You wearing the panties I told you to put on today?”
“Yes, Bart,” Marge sighed.
“Let’s see.”
Marge lifted the skirt of her dress, revealing the lacy, black, crotchless panties Bart had made her buy. The saleswomen at Shady Ladies Lingerie were getting to know Marge pretty well.
“Niiiiice,” the boy said, smiling appreciatively at the panties, as well as his mom’s pussy and the neatly groomed patch of blue hair above it. Bart insisted that she keep it that way. “When I nail you after school today, those are all you’re gonna be wearing. Now, what’s for breakfast?”
“Blueberry pancakes,” Marge replied rotely. Bart had given her his breakfast order the previous night.
Bart, Marge, Lisa, and Maggie ate breakfast at the kitchen table as usual. Afterward, Marge followed Bart and Lisa to the front door, as she was expected to do every morning. She handed Bart his lunchbox.
“Bye, Mom,” Bart said, taking hold of Marge’s nipple where it protruded through her dress and giving it a little squeeze.
“Goodbye, Bart,” Marge replied in a monotone.
Feeling disappointed by Marge’s lack of motherly enthusiasm, Bart said, “C’mon, Mom, how ‘bout a kiss?”
Dutifully, Marge bent her knees, lowering herself down to give Bart a peck on the cheek. The boy grabbed Marge’s face and pulled her lips against his, kissing her hard and forcing his tongue into her mouth. After a few seconds of tongue-raping her, he let go.
“There, was that so hard?” he said as his mother gasped for air. “Don’t worry, we can pick this up again after school. Oh, and don’t forget to give Lisa a kiss, too. Make sure you do it right, or I won’t be happy with either of you.”
Bart watched with a smile on his face as Marge leaned down, handed Lisa her lunchbox, and then tongue-kissed her, cupping one of Lisa’s little asscheeks in her hand as she did so. Then she shut the door behind the kids.
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