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My Wish Is Your Command	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 60460 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter 2: School, but Cool
Sherri and Terri Mackleberry had just arrived at Springfield Elementary, and now they looked around nervously as they started to walk down the hall toward Mrs. Krabappel’s classroom. Maybe this would be a good day, and Bart wouldn’t spot them before they got there.
“Hey, girls,” Bart said, stepping out from behind an open classroom door.
The twins stopped in their tracks. For whatever reason, Bart often singled them out for the worst of his predations. And judging by the vicious leer on his face, this was going to be a bad one.
“Let’s see,” Bart said, grabbing both girls by their collars and pulling them into a nearby girls’ bathroom, “who gets what job today? Hmm, I think Sherri on cock, Terri on balls.”
Bart had done this enough times that both twins knew what he would demand of them next, so they pulled off their purple dresses. Thus, they were wearing only their yellow floral panties, purple sandals, and white socks when Bart pushed the two girls down onto their knees on the tile floor. Then Bart stepped between them and let his red shorts and briefs drop to the floor. Now his erect, outsized cock bobbed in front of Sherri’s face while his disproportionately large balls hung in front of Terri’s.
“Get to it, sluts,” Bart commanded. “You’re gonna be at it ‘til I blow my load. Which means you’d better do a good job, or you’ll be on your knees all morning.”
A month or so earlier, Bart had given the girls a flash drive with a few hundred gigabytes of porn videos and instructed them to watch every minute of it, because he expected them to know what they were doing when they blew him. So even though the twins were only ten years old, they both could suck cock, if not like seasoned porn stars, then at least like promising neophyte porn stars.
Sherri opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around Bart’s cockhead, and started bobbing her head. Terri, meanwhile, used just the tip of her tongue to trace pleasing patterns across one and then the other of Bart’s walnut-sized balls.
“Attagirls,” Bart said. “Looks like you’ve been studying. Keep it up, now.”
He wound the stubby fingers of one hand in Sherri’s hair, then reached back with the other hand and did the same with Terri’s. Then he closed his eyes and just enjoyed himself.
Sherri had been sucking and Terri licking for about ten minutes when Bart opened his eyes and spoke.
“All right, time to take it up a notch. Sherri, swallow that cock. Terri, lick my asshole.”
He wasn’t looking at her, but Bart could feel Terri wincing—even though she had to have known this was coming, having been assigned this same task on multiple previous occasions. Much as Bart loved sexually bullying both twins, he always picked on Terri just a little harder than Sheri.
Although it was possible for Bart to recall the reason for this inclination, he found the idea of trying to “remember” the future disconcerting. It seemed like nerdy scifi-type stuff, anyway. Besides, Bart wasn’t much for introspection; he was perfectly satisfied to know simply that Terri had committed some kind of sex-related offense against him at some point, and that he was therefore entitled to a lifetime of cruel, deeply gratifying payback.
As Sherri gulped loudly and Bart’s cock slid down her throat, the tip of Terri’s tongue touched his asshole. The combined sensations were meltingly delightful.
“Yeah, that’s it, girls,” Bart moaned. “You cunts really know what you’re doing…”
Sherri began bobbing her head again, this time making Bart’s cock slide up and down inside her throat.
“Terri,” Bart warned, “you need to step it up like your sister.”
For good measure, he tightened his grip on Terri’s purple hair. The implied threat was all he needed with Terri; she’d been the victim of his full wrath once, and that had been all the lesson she needed. He supposed being raped in every hole for six straight hours in her own bedroom while her sister was forced to watch would have that effect on a girl.
Bart heard Terri swallow. Then she pushed the tip of her tongue into his asshole and began to bob her head like her sister was doing, tongue-fucking his hole.
“That’s more like it,” Bart said.
After a few minutes of this, he could feel his orgasm starting to rise. It was time to kick things up another notch.
“Deeper, now, Terri,” Bart commanded. “Really get up in there. I wanna feel your lips on my hole.”
She buried her face between his asscheeks and shoved her tongue as far up Bart’s ass as it would go. Then she resumed her tongue-fucking, moving in the same rhythm as Sherri.
“Yeah,” Bart grunted, now gripping a handful of both girls’ hair. “That’s… fuckin’…good…I’m…gonna…SHOOT!”
Shoving his cock into Sherri’s face until his ballsack covered her chin and her nose was mashed against his pubis, he fired a huge load of cum down the girl’s throat. At the same time, he yanked Terri’s hair to force her face as hard against his ass as possible. The girl, knowing what was good for her, pushed her tongue as far up Bart’s hole as it could possibly go as she made an open-mouthed groan of effort against his ass-flesh.
When his climax was finished, Bart pulled his cock from Sherri’s mouth.
“Terri,” he said, his hand keeping her head in place, “you know how this works: Your tongue stays up my ass until your sister swallows every drop.”
Most of his cum had already gone down Sherri’s throat, but Bart watched expectantly until the girl swallowed. Then her lips and tongue worked the length of his shaft as Sherri took every last trace of Bart’s semen into her mouth and then audibly swallowed again.
“There we go,” Bart said. “Now, Terri, do I let you take your tongue out, or do I just keep your face right there all day long?”
When the girl didn’t speak, Bart said, “Go on, answer me. In words.”
“Nnnggghh nnnnnhhhh hnn,” the girl said helplessly.
Bart didn’t know or care what she was trying to say. What mattered was that she had humiliated herself just a little more by trying.
“All right, you can go,” he said, releasing her hair. Terri pulled her face out from between his asscheeks, gasping for air.
“Next time,” Bart said, pulling his shorts and underwear back into place, “I’ll be using those tight pussies and assholes of yours. Better stay limber.” Then he left.
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Half an hour later, Bart was sitting in Mrs. Krabappel’s class. In the few months since the school year began, Bart had made some improvements to his teacher’s body: He’d smoothed out the age lines on her face, lengthened her hair and given it a bit of wave, toned up her legs, stomach, and ass, and of course enhanced her bust.
Naturally, he required her to show off the improvements he’d made through her choice of clothing. Today, Edna Krabappel was wearing a pink blouse and a matching pink bra that worked in concert to give her some very deep cleavage. Below that were a black miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and pink stripper heels. The fun part was, Bart hadn’t actually had to make Edna buy most of these clothes; she’d already owned them, even though she hadn’t had the body to pull them off. But now she did, and she looked better in them now than ever before, even when she was lecturing the class on the Magna Carta. And it amused Bart to see her dressed this way in front of all those fourth-grade eyes. In fact, he decided, it would be even more amusing if today she were wearing less.
“Edna,” he said—he’d been using her first name ever since he’d got his powers—“this Magna Carta stuff is pretty dry. How ‘bout you give the rest of the lecture with your tits out?”
Another source of amusement for Bart—who could read minds when he chose to—was how Edna tended to react to suggestions like this one. A part of her was always appalled at being ordered to strip in front of a room full of preadolescent children. But another, bigger part secretly loved it. Bart had given her an amazing body, and it excited her to show it off. Even to a bunch of little kids she was supposed to be educating.
“Yes, Bart,” she replied. It was half a resigned sigh, and half a gasp of excitement.
Edna went to the front of the classroom and slowly—one might even say artfully—undid the buttons of her blouse. The lacy pink bra beneath was just lovely, and it lifted and separated Edna’s tits in a most pleasing fashion. Bart almost changed his mind and told her to leave it on. Almost.
The bra was the kind that unfastened in the front, so when Edna undid the clasp and pulled the two cups of the bra apart, her round, firm tits were immediately revealed.
“Niiiice,” Bart said. “You can leave the blouse on; just make sure those tits are out there for us all to see.”
Edna pulled the bra out from beneath the blouse and laid it on her desk. Then, her cheeks pink, she continued her lecture.
Bart let her go on for another ten minutes or so. He wasn’t really paying attention to the content of the lecture; he mostly was just looking at either Edna’s exposed tits or the faces of the other kids in the class. The eyes of many of the boys and a few of the girls seemed to be locked on Edna’s melons. In contrast, some of the girls—and Martin Prince—seemed to be trying to look at anything but their teacher’s tits. Clearly, it was time to make them pay more attention.
“Okay,” Bart said, holding up his hand and stopping Mrs. Krabappel’s lecture in mid-sentence, “that’s enough history for now. Time for some sex education. Edna, lose your panties and bend over your desk.”
Edna blushed but complied, shucking off her lacy pink panties—which matched the bra—from beneath her skirt and bending over one end of her desk to give the class a side view of the upcoming action, as she knew Bart would want. Edna hadn’t kept count of how many times Bart had made her have sex with him in front of her students, but they were surely in the double digits already. It would have been humiliating, if she didn’t secretly love having a bunch of fourth-graders watch her get fucked.
As Bart flipped up Edna’s skirt, the teacher observed the class out of the corner of her eye, eagerly noting how many students were looking at her with rapt attention. She was also trying to determine exactly where each student was looking: at her exposed ass, at her bare tits where they pressed against the surface of her desk, or at Bart’s erect cock as he moved into position behind her. It amused her to note that although many of the girls acted like they didn’t appreciate Bart’s sexual attentions, a lot of them couldn’t take their eyes off his big dick whenever he took it out of his blue shorts.
Bart pulled a chair up and stood on it to put his cock at his teacher’s pussy-height. Yes, he could have just made himself taller, but he didn’t really like altering his body to that degree. Enlarging his cock was one thing, but changing his frame made him clumsy, which created more potential for Bart to embarrass himself than standing on a chair did.
“Now, time for a pop quiz,” the boy said to the class. “Where does the cock go…Sophie?” He pointed to a girl with messy brown twin-tails.
“In- In the p- pussy,” the girl stammered.
“Martin,” Bart continued, “should you ever put a condom on the cock?”
“No,” the boy answered quickly.
“And why not?” Bart pressed.
“Because condoms are for cucks and pansies,” Martin replied.
“Right you are, Marty-boy,” Bart replied. Martin might have been the biggest wussbag in the fourth grade, but Bart had to give the kid credit for paying attention.
As Bart put his cockhead between the folds of Edna’s wet pussy (he never needed any lube with her), he mentally toyed with the idea of making his sex-ed “lessons” an official part of the curriculum. He could even assign homework; it might be fun to make all the boys go home and fuck their moms, and then have to show a video of it in class the next day. He wasn’t so sure about having the girls fuck their dads, though, as Bart kind of wanted to keep all the pussy in Mrs. Krabappel’s class to himself.
He pushed in, enjoying the sweet grip of Edna’s fuck-tunnel. In addition to the many cosmetic changes Bart had made to Edna’s body, he had also tightened up her pussy.
Bart got all the way in, then started fucking his teacher slowly. He could hear her excitement in the way she exhaled with each thrust. Good—it would be fun to make her cum in front of the class.
“As you all know,” Bart said pedantically as he slow-pumped Edna, “pussy-fucking is just one of the three main forms of fucking. What are the other two, Wendell?”
The class was silent. Then Bart remembered that he had made the perpetually queasy Wendell vanish after he puked on the bus, way too close to Bart’s sneakers.
“Oh, right,” Bart said. “Uh, buck-toothed girl, you answer.” He had never bothered learning her name.
“Um,” the girl replied shakily, “that would be, uh, ass-fucking, and, and, the thing with the mouth.”
“It’s called face-fucking,” Bart replied. “Also, cocksucking. Which you’re gonna get a personal tutoring session in tomorrow—right after I fix those chipmunk teeth of yours.”
The thought of shoving his dick down a new girl’s throat increased Bart’s arousal. He stopped talking to the class, grabbed Edna’s yellow ass with both hands, and plowed her harder and harder over the next several minutes. She panted and moaned, and although her movements were subtle, she was fucking her ass back against Bart on every thrust.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Take it…you fucking…whore…take it…take it…AAAAAAAH!”
“UuuuaaaAAAAAAAAAH!” Edna cried out, cumming even as Bart’s hot load splashed against her cervix.
Afterward, Bart needed only a moment to get his breath back and regain his composure.
“And that, boys and girls,” he said as he pulled out of Edna’s pussy and dismounted his chair, “is what women are for. Any questions?”
There weren’t, but Bart hadn’t expected any. So he turned to his teacher, who was still bent over her desk, panting for breath.
“All right, Edna, you can go back to the Magna Carta now. Just keep your blouse open and your panties off.”
Mrs. Krabappel straightened up, and cum oozed copiously from her used pussy. Bart snapped his fingers, and both he and his teacher were instantly clean.
“Yes, Bart,” Edna replied, and resumed her lecture.
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