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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1
By : Firewalk
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Episode 3 – Back to School Part 1

“What the hell,” Bart shouted as Marge pushed him out of the door, “I'm eighteen, why do I still have to go to school?”

“Just because,” Lisa said walking ahead of him, “Deal with it.”

It was strange seeing his now-adult sister, dressed in a red summer dress, getting on the old school bus. Not as strange as still having to go to school aged eighteen.

“Fine,” Bart gave up, following Lisa. “But I swear I'm not going to learn a damned thing.”

“Oh,” Marge swooned, “It's so good to have everything back to normal.”

Bart stopped suddenly when he reached the bus, Otto wasn't driving.

“Hurry up kid” Layla from Futurama snapped at him impatiently. He paused for a long moment to stair, first at her one eye, then her rack.

“Where the hell is Otto man?” he demanded.

“A space wasp laid eggs in his brain,” Layla explained as if it was nothing. “He's taking time off until they hatch.”

This world was absolutely nuts, Bart decided as he walked down the aisle. At least it could be a new beginning, a chance to start over again, maybe break some of his old bad habits.
“Hey Bart, Hey Bart” Milhouse shouted excitedly “Over here”

Bart steeled himself preparing to walk past, but spotted Steve Smith, also trying to get his attention. Change was overrated. He quickly sat down next to Milhouse, better the geek you knew.

Looking Milhouse up and down Bart couldn't see any difference in him, he was the same blue-haired geek he'd always known.

“If I was in a coma for eighteen years, why the hell do you look the same age?” he asked bluntly.

“I am eighteen,” his friend assured him, “Everyone at school is. But when I heard you had come out of your coma, I had plastic surgery to make me look young again. You know, so we could still be pals.”

“That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard,” Bart sighed shaking his head. “Also how can everyone in school be eighteen. Surely there must be different classes.”

“There are,” Milhouse explained, clearly not understanding Bart's confusion, “Lot's of them, and everyone in them is eighteen.”

“This is all just retarded.” Bart's patience was wearing thin.

Just then the Bus screeched to a halt, Bart leaned out into the aisle to see what was going on. A giant caterpillar, the size of an Elephant blocked the road.

“Not again,” Layla shouted beeping the horn.

There was an ear-piercing screech and a huge shadow engulfed the bus. A taloned claw, belonging to something truly enormous snatched up the caterpillar pulling it up into the sky.

“Just try to roll with it,” Milhouse advised, seeing Bart's shocked expression.

“Yeah sure,” Bart nodded, “I take it schools going to be pretty messed up too.”

“Oh yeah,” Milhouse nodded, “It's like a maze man. You'll recognize some of it, but the rest is weird. There are bits from all sorts of schools, all mixed up together. Just stick to the corridor's you know, don't go wandering off. Oh and watch out for the gang's.”

“Gangs?” Bart asked.

“There's a few. The worst one is the Bad Girls. Whatever you do, don't get mixed up with them.” He sat back in his seat, “Yeah things are pretty weird now, you're Dad really did a number on the town.”

“Wait,” Bart stared at his friend, “My Dad did what now?”

“Oh, I thought you knew,” Milhouse looked around, not meeting Bats eyes. “The big smoosh, it was, well, it was your dad's fault.”

“What? How the hell could that buffoon possibly do,” he waved his hands around, “All of this?”

“Well,” Millhouse started, but the bus slammed on the breaks and came to a screeching halt. “Oh we're here,” he said jumping up and joining the crowd piling off the bus.

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Still reeling from the news his father had caused an apocalypse, Bart was the last person off the bus.
His jaw dropped when he got his first look at Springfield elementary. It looked as if it had been in a car crash with a dozen other schools. Extensions, tower blocks, and mid evil turrets were mashed into the building, often at odd angles. Just looking at it made his head hurt.

The sign at the front had at least a dozen different school names all painted over each other. 'James wood high', 'Lakewood Elementary' and 'Orbit High School' could all be made out. Over the top of them all, someone had spray-painted 'Bad Girls Rule ' in large green letters.

Looking around Bart realized he'd been separated from Milhouse. He was suddenly unsure of what to do next, he pushed the nervousness down hard. He was Bart Damned Simpson, he made schools nervous.

“You alright there snowflake?” Roberta from the Cleveland show asked him. She leaned casually against the school's sign, wearing a dark green boob tube and skimpy denim shorts. Regarding Bart critically she took a long drag on her cigarette, “You new here?”

“Nah, I've just been away for a bit,” Bart told her puffing out his chest a bit, putting on the bravado of confidence.

“Fresh meat,” she mused, giving him a long, slow look up and down. “You got any money kid?”

“Hell yeah,” Bart lied. “I just got eighteen years of backlogged pocket money.”

“Wow,” Roberta chuckled, “A real big man. I'm going to take you around the world.” she gave Bart a flash of her tongue piercing.

The black girl grabbed Barts's hand and dragged him into the school. She knew where she was going, dragging him confidently through the blur of corridors. It didn't take long for her to find the abandoned classroom she'd been looking for.

Bart took in the barely furnished classroom. It had just one seat in the middle of the room, right next to an old battered stereo. He had a feeling Roberta used this room a lot, so didn't resist as she lead him to the seat.

“Take a seat honey,” she said pushing him down onto it.

She flicked the switch on the stereo and Britney Spears Toxic blared out. Turning her back to Bart she bent over and started popping her ass to the beat. Her hand smacked down on her big black bubble but and she winked at Bart over her shoulder. Turning back to face him she leaned forward pulling her top down a little to flash her cleavage.

“Do you what you see?” she asked, squeezing her brown tits together sexily.

“I'd like to see more,” Bart told her, leaning forward in his seat.

“Slow your roll,” Roberta said. She moved her hands down to her jeans shorts and pulling them down a fraction of an inch, “If you want the whole show, it'll cost you twenty bucks.”

“Damn woman, You should have seen what I saw some girls do for twenty bucks last night. But screw it, you've got a deal.”

Roberta made a show of slowly pulling up her boob tube, then spinning round just before Bart got a glimpse of her tits. She then bent double and lowered her shorts down over her ass, showing off her bubble but. When she turned back around, kicking off the shorts, her hands were over her breasts keeping them hidden.

Bart saw she was wearing a tinny black thong. She slowly slid her hands down towards the thong, giving him a good look at her lovely round black tits with their small pert nipples.

“It's another twenty to see the snatch,” she told him gyrating on the spot, playing with the thong's string.

“You've got to be kidding me?” Bart fumed, but he really wanted to see her naked. “Deal,” he sighed, starting to guess how this was going to go.

Facing Bart this time, Roberta bent over swinging her tits tantalizingly just over his cock. She worked the thong slickly down to her ankles and kicked it off. Before standing back up, she stuck out her tongue, suggestively licking the air just above Bart's swelling manhood.

The back teen was stunning nude and Bart was now rock hard. Chancing his luck, he pulled his shorts down and started to beat off.

“Oh My,” Roberta said, eyeing his eight-inch yellow cock. “Another forty and I'll ride the hell out of it.”

“You're a damned con woman,” Bart told her, a little annoyed. He was half tempted to finish himself off, but he'd come too far now, “Climb on baby, let's see what you can do.”

“Strap in,” Roberta grinned straddling him on the chair. She swung her tits around in his face and Bart grabbed a hold of them. While he squeezed and played with them Roberta expertly guided herself down onto his waiting erection.

Roberta may have been a con artist, but at least she had work ethic. She bounced energetically up and down on Bart's lap, giving him the full-on porn star treatment. Bart just sat back and watched her wonderful black breasts slapping against each other in rhythm to her fucking.

At one point Bart leaned forward and started sucking one of her nipples. She slowed her moments down though, so he released it and slapped her on the ass to speed her up again.

“Oh yeah, that's it,” she moaned increasing the pace further. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“I'm getting there,” Bart told her honestly.

“Do you want to cum all over my face?” she offered in-between overdramatic pants.

“How much?” Bart asked not fooled for a second.

“Just another twenty,” she purred in his ear, still pulsing her hips up and down.

“My Mum could learn few things from you,” Bart thought out loud, marveling at her negotiating skills.

Roberta raised one eyebrow at this but shrugged it off. She pulled herself off Bart's cock, sliding her naked body down his until she knelt in front of him. She kissed the very tip of his cock, ticking it with the tip of her tongue before she started sucking.

Her oral technique was just as good and her fucking skills. She took him deep in her mouth in long slobbering swoops. Long strings of her saliva were soon dripping down onto her brown tits. She twisted her head from side to side as she bobbed up and down holding Bart's balls delicately in one hand.

It didn't take long for Bart to reach the point of no return under such intense ministrations. Roberta clearly felt the change in him and stopped sucking.

“Cum for me,” she begged, holding his cock over her face. “Paint my face with your spunk.”

The door to the room burst open at the same time as Bart blew his load. Roberta's mouth fell open in surprise and Bart shot his cum into and around her mouth.

“What the hell is going on in here” Lois Griffin demanded standing in the doorway in a short black skirt and suit jacket.

“Principle Griffin,” Roberta coughed, choking on Bart's cum, “This isn't what it looks like.”

“The hell it isn't,” Lois shouted pointing at Bart. “Simpson get your ass to my office, now.”

“But,” Bart started to argue, then remembered he owed Roberta a hundred bucks. “Um, fair cop. Roberta, it's been a blast, I'll see you around”

“Hey no, get back here mother fucker.” Roberta shouted as he pulled his shorts up and darted for the door.
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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1	By : Firewalk Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 16190 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1