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Love Is In The Air	By : LordKuyohashi Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 18605 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“What about this one, sweetie?” Marge pulled a plastic hanger from the clothes rack, a tiny golden bikini top hanging from it by a gossamer spaghetti strap.
Lisa wrinkled her nose at the sight of it. “It’s…a little gaudy, don’t you think?”
“Lisa, you came shopping with me wearing nothing but a thong and candlewax on your nipples.”
Lisa huffed, and reflexively covered her wax-encrusted tits with her arms. “Well Bart likes how I dress now, Mom.”
Marge held up the bikini top a bit higher, as if to give Lisa a more clear view of it. “And he won’t like this?”
“Well…” Lisa had to admit that the reason she wasn’t keen on the bikini was because she thought it covered too much. “It’s just…not sexy enough, you know?”
Marge smiled sweetly, and placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Lisa, honey, I know your whole new thing is electrical tape pasties and dog collars, but trust me, Bart is a male. And any male with a functioning cock will find this sexy. And that is the point, isn’t it?”
Lisa hated when her mother made sense, especially when she wanted to be stubborn. “Yeah, I suppose it is. Alright, it’s not so bad, I guess.”
Marge draped the hanger on the bottom of the shopping cart, and began searching the rack for more. “Great, honey, now help me find something your father will like.”
Lisa squirmed on the spot, anxious to get away from the clothing section and back to the food court, where her dearly beloved brother and his hard, throbbing cock were waiting for her.
“Mom, you know what Dad likes. He likes beer, he likes to eat, he likes sleep, and lately he really likes to pour beer on your pussy, eat you out, then fall asleep in your lap. You don’t really need me for this, do you?”
Marge looked at Lisa with hooded eyes, giving her daughter a motherly death glare that made Lisa freeze in her tracks.
“Lisa, I know you’re craving a good fuck right now. So am I. Hell, look around the store, I’d say about one in three people in this mall is itching out of their skin waiting to get laid. But right now, we need new clothes, both for ourselves and for the boys, so put a cork in that cunny of yours, pour some ice water down your hot pants and let’s go. Trust me, sweetie, it’ll be all that much more intense when you finally do get your cunt wrapped around Bart’s pipe, okay?”
Lisa opened her mouth to protest, but her mother flashed her one of those patented “not today, child” looks she had perfected over years of being a mother to three rambunctious kids and wife to man who had somehow made it into his fifties despite his intellectual failings and tendency for misadventure. So, she slumped her shoulders in defeat, and took to perusing the clothing racks. This wouldn’t take too long, she thought; just tell her what she wants to hear, go find Bart, and fuck yourself dumb on his gigglestick.
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Bart’s gigglestick was currently sitting under a table in the food court, along with his legs, his feet, and a bag of stuff he picked up from a sex shop he was pretty sure hadn’t been in the mall the last time he had been there.
Lisa had intimated that she wanted to try anal soon, so he thought he’d pick up some things to help her other cunt get ready - a plug, some beads, enough lube to drown a whale, and a few vibrating eggs. And now, he was sitting around like an idiot, waiting for his sister to show up, and for his order of chilli fries to be called. He looked around, bored, taking in the shops and the shoppers. He noticed that more and more people were going out in less and less clothing, with mixed results. Some people, he thought, should be legally barred from ever wearing a t-back thong, and Groundskeeper Willie was absolutely one of them. Bart hummed softly to himself, resting his head on the table, patting out a rough rhythm on his thighs, when a high-pitched and familiar voice pulled at his attention.
“Hi, Bart!”
Bart looked up, and saw Ralph Wiggum, in all his apple-shaped, wispy-haired glory. Ralph was flanked by a girl on each arm, and it didn’t take a genius to recognize the Mackleberry twins, Sherri and Terri, with their tell-tale purple hair, upturned noses and pale skin.
“Hiya, Ralph. You doing some shopping?”
“Yep.” Ralph pulled out a chair at Bart’s table, sat down, and plopped one of the twins into his lap. Bart never could tell which sister was which, but this one was squirming and grinding against Ralph like a bitch in heat. The other sister stood behind Ralph, her eyes cast down to the floor.
“I got two girlfriends!” Ralph said that as if it weren’t obvious from the way the one sister bounced on his lap, as if trying to fuck him through his clothes.
“I can see that, yeah. You’re a lucky guy.”
“Do you have two girlfriends?” The question was sincere, and in no way bragging. Ralph was too pure a person for something as petty as that.
“Uh…nope, I can’t say I do.”
“Do you have one girlfriend?”
Bart scratched the back of his neck, coughed into his hand, and tried to avoid the question.
“Sure he does, Daddy.” The twin on Ralph’s lap chimed in. “He has his sister, don’t you Bart?”
Bart arched an eyebrow. He wasn’t ashamed of fucking Lisa, nor was he embarrassed that they had screwed in public a week ago. He just didn’t like how this girl, whichever one she was, was using his new relationship with Lisa as a dig on him.
“Yeah, that’s right…I’m gonna guess, Sherri, right? You always did act like you were better than everyone else. I mean, you both did, but you were worse than your sister by a mile.”
“So what, at least I’m not fucking my own family.”
“Good on your family for having standards, then.”
Sherri pouted, and slumped into Ralph’s chest. Terri covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a chuckle.
“Daddy, I don’t like Bart, can we sit somewhere else?”
Ralph looked up at Sherri with the most sincere smile, eyes wide in a child-like manner; “But Bart’s my friend. I like sitting with friends.”
Then he did something that Bart very much noticed. Ralph dug his fingers into Sherri’s side, not in a cruel way, but more in a way meant to assert his control over the young woman. Sherri nodded slowly, and leaned back against Ralph, pouting.
“Um…so…how did this happen? You three, I guess? That’s an odd pairing. Tripling, I dunno the word for it.”
Terri was the one who answered; Sherri was still pouting, and Ralph didn’t understand the question and was simply enjoying the feel of Sherri’s ass on his crotch.
“Well…it’s kind of embarrassing, but…”
“Hey, Terri, I fuck my sister, I am not going to judge any one for their antics, okay?”
“Oh, it’s not embarrassing like that, it’s just…Sherri and I were in the back of the police car, Ralph was in the front seat, and Commissioner Wiggum went in to grab some donuts and…”
“Let me guess - it was hot, the windows were open, and suddenly something flipped your horny-switch to overdrive?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, except, police car windows don’t open.”
“They do in Springfield. Our police force just buys old beaters and paints them black and white.”
“Commissioner Daddy says they don’t have the budget to rent a gumball! What’s a budget?”
Bart chuckled at this. Nobody really thought things would change when Chief Wiggum made Commissioner, but to hear that things had actually gotten more ridiculous was just too much.
“So what were the perfect little Mackleberry girls doing in the backseat of a police car? Did you finally snap and murder that long-rumoured third sister?”
Sherri glowered at Bart, and snorted indignantly. “No, Carrie’s fine, she’s in Europe following some band around.”
This made Bart sit up. “Oh?”
“I dunno which band, though, probably some Eurotrash house pop shit. And we didn’t do anything. Wiggum just wanted to hassle us.”
Ralph had become more fascinated by something up his nose in the past ten seconds, and had pulled it out to get a good look at it. “They stoleded some things.”
Sherri shot her angry look to Ralph, then backed down, as if she remembered something. Ralp, for his part, never faltered from the almost Stepfordian grin on his face, ever cheerful, ever innocent, even as Bart could see the tent forming under Sherri’s ass.
“Oh, so the Bobsey Twins were shoplifting, were they?” Lisa snarked as she approached the table. She had managed to serve her time helping her mother, and had arrived just in time to see the Mackleberrys on Ralph’s lap. “So, what did you steal? Cigarettes? Beer? Tell me it wasn’t those awful bows you two used to wear in your hair.”
It was Lisa’s turn to get the Mackleberry death glare from Sherri this time. “If you must know, it was nail polish. The expensive kind. You could never afford it.”
“And seeing as you got busted shoplifting it, I’m gonna guess that you couldn’t either.”
Sherri’s eyes went wide with rage, held back only by Ralph’s iron grip on her thigh. Terri had taken a step back, as if fearful that her sister would explode if she weren’t permitted to vent her anger. Instead, Sherri just narrowed her eyes to slits, and hissed a single, venomous phrase:
“Brother-fucker.”
Lisa grinned, planted herself on Bart’s lap, lifted a leg onto the table, and pulled her thong aside, exposing her bare pussy.
“Yes I am. I fuck my brother anywhere I want. Why, just this morning he shot five massive loads into my cunt. Can you see them, Sherri? Can you see my brother’s cum dripping from my well-fucked pussy?”
Sherri stood up, almost as if to attack, but turned away in disgust. “You’re gross, Lisa.”
Lisa only cackled, “Ha! What’s wrong, Sherri, you want to suck his load from my quim? Ask me nicely, and maybe I’ll let you do it!”
Sherri’s face turned hot red, her hands clenched into fists. Bart could tell that she wanted to explode at Lisa, but her eyes kept darting to Ralph, looking for permission and finding only his usual, dopey grin.
“D-Daddy, I think the toy store opened now. Can we go?”
Ralph looked at Sherri and nodded excitedly.
“Toy store toy store toy store!” He hopped from his seat, ignoring the raging tent in his pants, and grabbed Sherri by the hand, leading her away. “Bye Bart, bye Lisa, we’re gonna look at toys!”
And as the three of them walked off, Sherri took the time to flip the bird to Lisa, not bothering to look back at her.
Lisa clearly relished the sight of Sherri turning tail and running, biting her lip as she traced a finger along the outer lips of her cunt. She flipped her thong back into place, pressed her pussy-tinged finger to Bart’s lips, and whispered hotly in his ear.
“Come on, big brother, there’s a restroom waiting for us.”
Bart licked at his lips, savouring Lisa’s tang, and smiled. “You don’t think maybe you went a bit too far with Sherri?”
“Oh fuck that bitch. She tried to turn what we have into a sickness. Ralph could do so much better than her, but I guess the cock wants what the cock wants. Now, I’m thinking we find a men’s room stall, something nice and snug that we can just fuck like minks inside.”
She kissed his nose, pulling him up from the seat by the hand. “Come on, I want to straddle you while you plunge my cunt like a fucking piledriver.”
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The men’s room was absolutely out of the question. Mall men’s rooms tend to be somewhere between a post-apocalyptic hellscape, and an active disaster site, and the men’s room at the Heavenly Hills Mall went above and beyond to put all other men’s room catastrophe’s to shame.
Without going into too much detail, it would suffice to say that janitorial services considered the men’s room to be part of some sovereign foreign nation, and therefore outside their jurisdiction; hence why they seldom, if ever, bothered to clean it.
Luckily, the women’s room was in far better condition, possibly because the janitors took the time to not only clean it, but to place hidden cameras in the air vents to feed their sick, sick perversions. At any rate, it was in the ladies’ room that Lisa had pulled Bart, after entering into a fugue state upon seeing the men’s room and blacking out for six whole minutes, so that her brother might fuck the horrors she had just seen out of her mind.
She pushed Bart into the stall furthest from the door, slid the lock into place, and planted a foot on the toilet seat, pressing her hot pussy against her brother’s face.
“Fucking hell, I’ve been waiting for this since we left the house, Bart. I want to feel your tongue all the way up inside me. Make me hot and wet for your monster cock, big brother! Make me fucking beg for it!”
Bart grinned, sliding his tongue along the strip of cloth barely covering his sister’s slit. He slipped his fingers under the straps, and pulled the thong off her, lifting her feet out of it, and stuffing the soaked panties into his pocket, before brushing his cheek against her swollen, moist mound. He pulled back, looking closely at the blonde stubble speckling Lisa’s pubis.
“What’s this, Lees? You forget to shave? I thought that hairy pussy grossed you out?”
Lisa moaned at her delayed gratification, her fingers gripping Bart’s hair.
“I thought about it, and I want you to floss your teeth with my pubes, baby. Now get in there and suck your sister’s cunt!”
Bart smiled, made a small salute, and dove into Lisa’s weeping muff like a starving man at a buffet. Slurping, sucking, his tongue invading her depths like a serpent dancing inside of her; Lisa squirmed and writhed on Bart’s face, mashing her clit against his nose as he probed into her. Lisa gasped at the wriggling intruder plumbing her depths, rocking her hips back and forth, fucking Bart’s mouth. Steadying herself with her right hand, she pinched at her left nipple, picking away at the red wax covering the pink nibben until it crumbled away. She twisted her tit hard, letting out a sharp squeal that served to cover the sound of the restroom door opening and closing, and the tapping footsteps approaching the sink.
“Hello? Is there someone in here?”
Lisa slapped her hand over her mouth with a sudden gasp.
“Hello? I know I heard someone. Are you hurt?”
Lisa knew that voice…it couldn’t be…
“Miss Hoover?”
“Yes, I’m Eliza…beth…Lisa Simpson, is that you?”
Lisa grinned, wrapping a leg around Bart’s head to pull him closer into her quim, and reached back to work the lock and open the stall door. Miss Hoover saw the stall swing open, revealing Lisa arched backwards as Bart lapped at her cunt.
“Yeah, it’s me. Hi.”
Elizabeth Hoover was wearing a see-through halter top and black tights with the crotch torn out, and nothing underneath either. She stared, stunned as Bart noisily fed from Lisa’s pussy, but her shock quickly gave way to arousal; leaning against the sink, a smile on her lips, Mis Hoover, slipped her hand along her pussylips.
“Oh…I see. Hello, Bart.”
“Mmlo, Mmff Oovmmr.”
Lisa quivered as Bart’s voice sent vibrations through her body. Elizabeth inhaled sharply, hopping up onto the counter and spreading her legs to give herself better access to her own cunt.
“You two don’t mind if I watch, do you? I promise to keep my hands to myself.”
“You might change your mind once we get started. Sure, you can watch, but you might want to scoot over a few inches.”
Miss Hoover slid along the counter clumsily, and Lisa released Bart from her leghold on his head, bending down to lick his face clean of her juices.
“Alright, Bart, time for the real fun. I want you to slam-fuck me right next to our second-grade teacher. Let her watch you take your whore sister.”
Bart smiled up at Lisa, and in one motion, grabbed her by the neck and pushed her hard against the counter. Miss Hoover winced, but Lisa only moaned as her body hit the formica, her body shuddering in pleasure.
“Yes! Fuck, I love when you play rough, Bart! Fuck my cunt, claim it, breed it!”
With a guttural growl, Bart unleashed his cock, buried his face in his sister’s neck, and slammed into her cunt, juices splattering on the tile floor as he rutted into her. Miss Hoover shoved four fingers into her own cunt, frigging herself as her former students bred like animals before her.
Lisa locked eyes with her former teacher, a satisfied smile stretching across her lips as Bart pummelled her pussy. Lisa let out a low, moaning howl, raking her fingers down Bart’s back, digging into his ass-flesh, and pulling him in deeper, holding him there as she flexed her cunt muscles, milking his pistoning cock. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, curling against her teeth, her hips rising up to meet Bart’s thrusts. Wiggling her tongue at Miss Hoover, Lisa wordlessly beckoned her old teacher to let her taste the older woman’s pussy-stained fingers. Elizabeth, her breathing a ragged labouring nodded stiltingly, pulled her hand from her twat, and raised it to Lisa’s mouth, moaning as the young woman’s wriggling pink muscle squirmed and slid over her wet digits. Lisa moaned at the flavour, swallowing Miss Hoover’s pussy juice with a smile. “Fuck you taste good, Miss Hoover. If I had known how sweet your cunt was, I would have crawled under your desk back in school and really worked for my A+.”
Miss Hoover was panting, her legs running with moisture. She fumbled for her purse, some gaudy pink plastic thing that wouldn’t have been out of place in the 1980’s, and pulled out her phone. She selected a number, and held it to her ear, her breath coming in short gasps as her heat overwhelmed her.
“It’s me. I need you. No, right now. Where are you? I’m in the ladies’ room on the first floor, by the food court. I’m hot, and I’m wet, and I need you to come fuck me, Martin. Jesus…Jesus fucking Christ, I need your cock, baby. Come get me, I’m going crazy without your dick in me! Yes, I am…okay, I’ll stop. Just…just hurry, baby. Momma needs her man’s hard cock inside her. I’m melting without you.”
She lay the phone on the counter, and squeezed her thighs together, trying to get her breathing under control. “He’s coming. He’s going to come and fuck me brainless again, so I have to be a good girl and not touch myself. He doesn’t like when I touch myself. My orgasms belong to him.”
LIsa, panting and thrusting back at her brother, reached out for Miss Hoover. “It’s alright, we’ll make sure your hand doesn’t go anywhere near your cunt. We’ll help you be a good girl for him.”
Miss Hoover smiled, and entwined her fingers with Lisa’s, nodding to her. She bit her lip hard, almost drawing blood, and turned away, eyes clenched shut to avoid seeing Bart fill his sister with his seed, The restroom was filled with the sounds of Bart gasping, his balls slapping against Lisa’s ass, the moisture dripping from her cunt onto the floor, and Lisa’s hiccuping moans, and Elizabeth Hoover tried to shut them all out.
“Fuck! Fucking hell, Bart, deeper! Drive that fat brother-cock into me deeper, I want it to come up my fucking throat!”
Bart’s voice was a rasping growl rising into a scream as he finally broke down and unleashed a hot flood into Lisa’s womb, sending his sister into a shivering fit as she clamped down hard on his cock, her eyes rolling back into her head. Shuddering, Bart collapsed onto her tits, wheezing grunts escaping from his lips as he shot into her over and over, his load backwashing out around his root and collecting in puddles on the floor. Miss Hoover watched his body heave as he caught his breath, minutes passing before the siblings had the strength to push themselves apart. Bart’s cock slipped from Lisa’s cunt with a wet plop, a gush of cum running down her legs, and he turned on the water to freshen himself up. Lisa pushed herself off the counter, swept her hand through her hair, and smiled at her teacher, dipping a finger into her foamy twat and tasting it.
“That…that should hold me for a few minutes, I think.”
Miss Hoover was quaking, trying to control her own urges, her eyes wide at the spectacle she had just bore witness to. “M-minutes? He nutted you like a two-dollar porn star and that’ll only hold you for minutes?”
Lisa only smiled, grabbing Bart’s arm and waving to Miss Hoover, pushing the restroom door open to leave. Passing by them was Martin Prince, not nearly as chubby as he was in his youth, a steely-hard cock jutting out of his pants as he pushed past them into the ladie’s room. As the door closed behind them, they heard Miss Hoover gasp out in a shrill, child-like voice, “Baby!”
Followed by the sound of bodies hitting the tile and wailing screams of ecstasy. Lisa smirked, clinging to Bart’s arm as she reached into his pocket to retrieve her thong, wiping her creamy cunt with it, and tossing it into a nearby trash can.
“Sounds like she was a very good girl. Was I a good girl, Bart?”
Bart was still trying to catch his breath, but managed a weak smile as he staggered back to his table. “No, Lees, you were a filthy brother-fucking slut, and I loved every second of it.”
“Mmm, then I was a good girl, big brother. So what now, do we go find Mom and head home?”
“Nah, I want to grab my bag. I bought you some treats from the sex shop, I think you’ll like them.”
Bart found his table, his bag still under his chair, and picked it up. Lisa tried to peek inside, but Bart kept it just out of sight.
“Sex shop? There’s a sex shop in this mall? Where’s this sex shop? I didn’t see a sex shop!”
“There is a sex shop, I think it’s right across from the ear-piercing place, and I think it’s new.”
Lisa stared at Bart, blinking, for a few seconds, when an lewd and impish grin stretched her lips. She grabbed Bart by the hand, and pulled him away from the food court like a child eager to see the toy store.
“Show me. Oh god, I need to see this!”
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The store’s name was Lady Slutterly’s Lover, and it was everything Lisa could have ever hoped for. From the dark and warm mood lighting, to the shelves full of dildos and toys, to the racks of fetish clothes, she spun around like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide with glee and arms open to accept the glory that was this emporium of perversity.
“Oh. My. Titty. Fucking. Christ! Bart, we have to register here for our wedding! Fuck, we’ll have the wedding here! Fuck, we’ll raise the children here! This will be our Shangri-La!”
Bart couldn’t summon the strength to stifle his laughter, as Lisa hugged a black and red corset to her face.
“Slow down there, Charlie Fucket, or Willie Wanka will kick us out of his cunt-candy factory.”
Lisa looked at Bart in confusion. “Bart, honey, I love you, I love that beautiful monster you assaulted me with not five minutes ago, you both are my everything, but please leave the literary puns to people who read books, okay?”
Bart chuckled again, and nodded. “So, you like this place, then?”
“I suggested marrying my brother and birthing his babies here. The only thing that could make this more perfect is if it also had a stable in the back for ponies.”
Realising what she had just said, and where she had said it, Lisa quickly stammered out, “For non-sexual, regular pony-related purposes. I’m not into fucking horses, that would be incredibly stupid and most likely fatal.”
Nodding along, Bart looked over the shelves of toys and movies, while Lisa stuck to the clothing racks, pulling out panties and leather thigh-high boots. She stopped and squealed when she saw what looked like a shirt made of long metal chains draped from a leather collar. She picked up the tag, and read it. “Leather Drape Chain Harness with Collar, $175. Oh…oh, Bart, can I get this? Please? I’ll do anything you want!.”
“You already do, Lees. $175? For this? Lisa, you could make a…what is this, a shirt? Whatever, you could make one at home for about $30.”
“But it wouldn’t be as high-quality as this. Look, people who actually make this shit for a living made this, I could never make one as good as this one! Please!”
Bart clucked his tongue, stroked his chin, and watched with hidden joy as Lisa stewed and squirmed waiting for his answer. After a few seconds, he pulled the pin and stopped pretending to think about it.
“Well…okay. But only because you’re so cute when you beg.”
Lisa squealed again, jumping onto Bart and sucking him into a deep kiss. She held up her new top, and looked it over again. “Look, the collar is detachable so I don’t have to wear Santa’s Little Helper’s old one!”
Bart smiled at his sister’s glee, right up until she spotted a mannequin wearing sequined pasties on its breasts.
“Oh fuck, Bart, these, too! Dad’s been complaining that we’re running out of electrical tape to hold the rain gutters in place, with these I wouldn’t need to use so much on my tits!”
“I thought you liked using electrical tape?”
“I do, especially when you peel it off slowly and it hurts so good. But…well, Dad isn’t made of electrical tape, right? I should think about him in all this, cut him some slack, too, I guess.”
Bart sighed. “How much?”
“Only thirty dollars.”
She held up a pair of red leather X’s with steel studs and a large metal ring positioned over the nipple. “These ones are only twenty-five dollars. Can we?”
“Yeah, okay. Grab some panties, too, you don’t want to drip all over the mall floor.”
“Alright,” her voice was a defeated pout. Apparently, she had very much wanted to drip her brother’s cum all over the mall floor, her whole body tingling at the thought of someone slipping in her leavings as she passed by. “Can I get some boots, too?”
“Lisa, I’m burning through the money Grampa left me as it is.”
“He’ll win more at the casino, he’s managed to turn his senility into a savant skill at blackjack.”
“Okay, boots. Anything else.”
He regretted asking, because no sooner had Lisa grabbed a pair of black leather ballet ankle thigh-high boots, she had turned her eyes to some black vinyl gloves.
“Oh hell, you‘ve been reading that dominatrix book by the vampire lady again, haven’t you?”
She looked at Bart from the corner of her eye, biting her lip coyly, and gave a slight nod.
“Exit to Eden, yeah. Is it okay?”
“As long as that’s it, Lees. No whips or paddles or anything else, okay?”
“No paddles. I like it when you spank me with your hand, anyway. That way, you can slip a finger into my ass by ‘accident’. “
Bart led the way to the register, shaking his head in disbelief. “My sister is a fucking nympho. I don’t know why that surprises me, it really shouldn’t.”
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The bill came up to just over $500, which Bart grumbled about as he waited for Lisa outside the store. She insisted on wearing her new purchases out, and seemed to enjoy making him wait on her. When she came awkwardly staggering out on the tips of her toes, Bart decided it was worth it. Lisa looked breathtaking, silver chains draped over her breasts, nipples covered in red leather, black leather panties hiding her sodden sex behind a zipper. She tried to keep her balance in her new boots, windmilling her arms about to keep from falling over.
“Having some trouble, Lees?”
“Nah, I got it. It’s like wearing toe shoes, right? I’ll figure it out, how hard could it be?”
“Do you want to take them back and exchange them for something a bit simpler?”
“No!” Lisa pouted defensively. “I like them, I just need practice to wear them. I’ll get the hang of it, Bart.”
Bart wrapped Lisa’s arm over his shoulder, placing a hand on her ass to steady her. She was a good three inches taller than he was now, and he found the feel of the vinyl panties on his hand stirring his cock back to life.
“Alright, let’s go find Mom, then, and show off your new outfit.”
“Do you think she’ll like it?”
“She’ll be speechless, babe.”
Lisa motioned to the bag in Bart’s hand. “What did you get?”
“Good stuff. You’ll like it. I got plugs, some beads, some vibrators, some lube…and a bottle of Scotchgard.”
“Why Scotchgard?”
Bart squeezed Lisa close to him, patting her ass. “Because, little sister, you are going to be paying me back for that outfit the entire ride home, and Homer won’t be able to bitch about his precious car upholstery.”
Lisa giggled, her movement twisting her out of Bart’s stabilising grasp, and as she stumbled forward on her new boots, she felt something soft but solid bowl into her, sending her crashing to the ground onto her ass.
Bart helped Lisa back to her feet, her hand rubbing her bruised ass. She looked down at what had run into her, and saw a cascade of familiar purple hair splayed out on the floor.
“Sherri?”
The purple drapery parted, and a pair of reddened eyes looked up at her. The girl pulled herself into a seated position, sniffling sadly.
“S--sorry.”
While Lisa collected the scattered contents of Bart’s shopping bag, Bart lifted Sherri to her feet, sitting her down at a bench in the middle of the floor.
“It’s alright. Lees, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. But spanking me is going to be a bit unpleasant, I think my butt’s bruised a bit.”
“Hmm… Sherri, are you hurt?”
She shook her head, purple hair dancing about her shoulders. She pulled out a tissue from her pocket and wiped at her eyes and nose, tossing the used tissue in a nearby bin.
“You sure? You look like you’ve been crying?”
Sherri was quiet for a while, then in a small voice, said, “Ralph said I was bad for being mean to you and Lisa, so he had to punish me.”
“Ralph said that? Sweet, smart-as-a-shoe Ralph?”
“It took him a while to realise I had been a bitch to you. He doesn’t like when people are mean. So he said that I couldn't go back home with them until I made it up to you.”
Lisa sat on the bench, resting her aching feet. “That doesn’t sound like Ralph. He’s normally…well, certainly not vindictive.”
Sherri looked up at Lisa with wide doe-eyes, looking pathetic and forlorn.
“If me or Terri do something he doesn’t like, he spanks us, or won’t let us have dessert.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad. So he doesn’t like, lock you in the basement or anything, right?”
“No…he punishes us the way you’d punish a kid. And the spankings don’t even hurt. He does them as softly as possible, he’s really very gentle. But because it’s a ‘spanking,’ he figures it must be a punishment.”
“And he just left you here?”
Sherri nodded. “He really doesn’t like mean people. He said I could come home if I…” Quiet again, then she sighed, and started again. “If I do that thing Lisa said.”
Bart raised an eyebrow, looking at Lisa.
“Oh wait…you can’t go home until you eat my pussy?”
Sherri nodded again, biting her lip. She seemed more excited about the prospect than she should have been, but if she was, it was a nuance lost on Bart.
Lisa stood up on her uneasy feet, forcing herself upright. “Well, what do you want to do, Sherri? We can drive you home, if you want.”
Sherri’s lip began to quiver, and again she shook her head.
“No! He won’t let me in unless I do it! And he’ll know…I just can’t lie to him, he’s too sweet!”
Bart turned to Lisa, trying to hide a smug grin. “Well shit, Lees, looks like you’ve gotta take one for the team and let Sherri munch your carpet.”
Lisa scowled at her brother. “First of all, some growth-stubble aside, I’m rocking a full Parquet floor. Second, something about all this smells, and I don’t mean just like my fresh-fucked cunt.”
Bart stood up, taking Lisa aside just out of earshot, and whispered to her in hushed tones.
“Lisa, you’re the smart one, so why haven’t you figured out that this isn’t Sherri yet?”
Lisa looked at the miserable girl, wiping her eyes with her hands.
“What? Are you sure? How can you tell?”
“Because Sherri can’t be quiet. When we were kids, yeah, the twins were pretty much interchangeable. But once puberty took a sledgehammer to all our brains, Terri went all quiet-kid. She’s apologising to us, she’s crying in public. I’m telling you, that isn’t Sherri. And she doesn’t want to go back to Ralph’s.”
“So what do we do?”
Bart approached the crying girl on the bench, and offered her his hand.
“Hey, if you want, you can come stay with us for a little bit. We’re used to bringing home strays and our folks won’t say anything about it.”
Her reddened, wet eyes looked up at Bart. “Really?”
“Yeah. But first, you gotta tell us the truth - you’re Terri, aren’t you?”
It was as if Bart had slapped her.The girl’s eyes went wide, darting between the two siblings. She hastily rose to leave, only for Bart to catch her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.
“Hey, it’s alright, we’re not mad. But…you are Terri, aren’t you?”
The girl slumped in defeat, and threw herself into Bart, wrapping her arms around him
“Okay, Lisa, now she’s crying. What do I do, I can’t handle crying?”
Lisa gently pulled Terri off of Bart, sweeping the girl into a hug of her own.
“Bart, can I borrow your credit card?”.
“Seriously? How much more are you going to-”
“Not much. She just needs some chocolate to cheer up a bit. You go find Mom, soften her up for our houseguest, we’ll meet you at the car, okay?”
Bart eyed his sister suspiciously, before giving in and handing over his credit card. “Nothing too expensive, Lees, okay?”
Lisa took the card, tucked it into her purse, and darted in to give Bart a kiss on the cheek.
“Trust me, lover, I’ll be a good girl.”
Bart shook his head as Lisa led Terri back into the bowels of the mall, still uneasy on her feet.
“If my sister didn’t have the sweetest set of holes, I swear…”
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Lisa set the two drinks down at the table, then Terri’s slice of chocolate-cream pie. She awkwardly manoeuvred herself into her seat, and took a sip of her iced coffee. Terri stared out the window onto the mall promenade, trying to evade Lisa’s penetrating gaze.
“So, do you want to tell me why you-”
“You look very pretty.” Terri blurted it out, then turned beet red. Lisa drew her hair behind her ear with a finger, and cleared her throat. “Thank you. I was going for ‘cock-achingly hot,’ but I’ll also accept ‘pretty.’”
Terri shyly sipped at her drink. Lisa sighed, and placed her hand over the other girl’s.
“So why don’t you want to go back to Ralph’s?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to, really it isn’t. Ralph…Ralph is so sweet. I mean, he’s…you know?”
Lisa nodded. “A big fluffy puppy dog of a guy, all sweetness and gentleness and a surprising amount of arsonist, hiding inside a mind like a blank wall? Yeah, I know Ralph. We used to date, a million years ago. What he may lack in booksmarts, street smarts or even basic common sense, he makes up for by being the squishiest bean of a human in this town.
Terri scooped a bite of pie into her mouth, murmuring her pleasure at the taste.
“So if it's not Ralph, then the problem must be Sherri. Am I right?”
Terri’s eyes turned downcast. “Want to talk about it?” Lisa’s voice was calm and gentle. And Terri was silent for too many long, empty seconds before she spoke again.
“When…when it happened - in the police car, right? - we were so hot. Like, we needed sex. It felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin if I didn’t get a cock in me. So when Sherri remembered that Ralph was in the car with us - because nobody was thinking straight that day - she invited him into the backseat. And…and I could only watch him fuck her. It looked so good, seeing his cock going in and out of her, watching my own sister become an animal. And I wasn’t any better. I was so fucking horny I would have sucked Ralph Wiggum’s cum right out of my own sister’s asshole if it would end my suffering.”
Lisa squeezed her thighs together, trying to slyly undo the zipper on her panties and reach for her steaming cunt.
“As it was, all I could do was pull my panties to the side, stuff my fist into my cunt and fuck myself goofy while Sherri got to take a rocket ride to happy land. And when Ralph filled her up, he had this dopey look on his face, like he just discovered the most amazing candy in the world. He wanted more, but in between his confusion about what had just happened, and his own natural Ralph-ness, Sherri was able to convince him that she was me, and she…”
“Fucked you out of your turn on Ralph’s gloryrod.”
“Yeah. Fucking bitch. Now, she never leaves Ralph’s side. Whenever he gets the urge, which isn’t really often because he’s still like a kid in a lot of ways, she’s the one who gets to relieve him. And he has no idea he’s been fucking only one twin this whole time.”
Terri pulled the lid off her drink and took a big gulp, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.
“It’s been two weeks since the car, Lisa. Two weeks of a burning itch in my pussy that needs to be put out. Two weeks of frigging myself to sleep while my whore sister gets to have the real thing. God…at the festival in the park? I thought I could finally break my streak by blowing Ralph, but nope, that bitch hogged him all to herself!”
“Have you talked to Ralph about this?”
“Lisa, it’s Ralph. We used to make jokes about him, but really, we weren’t far off. Ralph is a super-sweet guy. He’s also as dumb as a bag of hair. He doesn’t even understand there’s a problem. I’ve tried explaining to him that he’s only screwing one twin, but he can’t comprehend that we’re two different people.”
She finished off her pie, then pulled a wad of napkins from the dispenser, daubing at her eyes.
“So, when we ran into Bart today, I thought, they wouldn’t even notice if I wasn’t home with them; Sherri wouldn’t care, because now she wouldn’t have to work nearly as hard to hog Ralph all to herself, and if I could just…”
“Worm your way into what Bart and I have, you could finally get your rocks off the proper way and give your wrist a break.”
“Yeah. Pretty fucking pathetic, isn’t it?”
“Would you really have sucked me off, Terri?”
“If that’s what it would have taken, yeah. You don’t know how desperate for a nut I am, Lisa.”
Lisa stood up, steadied herself against her seat, and killed her drink in one gulp.
“Finish up and let’s go.”
Terri polished off her own drink, and stood up uneasily. “Go? Go where?”
Lisa took Terri by the hand, pulled her in close, and planted a kiss on her forehead, squeezing her ass tightly.
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The bright pink family sedan was sweltering hot despite sitting in the shade of a stand of poplar trees outside the mall parking lot, and the potent chemical smell of Scotchgard filling the ancient car didn’t help make the air any less stifling. Marge had rolled down every window, and was still sticking her head outside to catch some fresh air.
“Bart, sweetie, I’m sure your father will appreciate you keeping his car clean, but this couldn’t have waited until we got home?”
“Dad was bitching that we couldn’t get the upholstery dirty. Since Lisa’s gonna be paying me back for her new outfit with her cunt, I had to take appropriate steps.”
“Well it’s nice you treated your sister to something, at least.”
Bart dropped the bottle of Scotchgard back into the bag, climbed into the back of the car, and pulled his pants down to his ankles, stroking his cock in anticipation of his sister’s arrival.
“Five fucking hundred dollars, Mom. Five big ones, she cost me. I love Lisa, I do, but fucking hell that one hurt.”
Marge checked the rearview, scanning the parking lot behind her for any sign of Lisa.
“Where is your sister? She’s taking her dear, sweet time.”
Bart craned his head out of the car’s open hatch, his hand still stroking his meat slowly, and spied her leading Terri by the hand, a bag from the sex shop in her hand.
“There she is…oh fuck, she went back to the sex shop? What the hell did she buy this time?”
Lisa opened the door for Terri, letting her slide in first, then set her bag down before sitting next to her. Bart looked annoyed, tapping Lisa on the arm to get her attention.
“Hey, you’re sitting up there? What about–you know? Restitution? And while we’re on that subject, just–”
Lisa interrupted Bart by reaching into the back and grabbing his cock, stroking it gently, running her thumb under his glans and sending a shiver up his spine.
“In due time, big brother. I was a good girl. Kept it under fifty dollars this time, you’d have been proud of me. As for paying you back for this beautiful outfit you bought me, wait until we get home, and I’ll give you a surprise that will melt this wonderful monster of yours.”
Terri flashed Marge a shy smile when she caught the Simpson matriarch looking in the rear view. “Hi, Missus Simpson. Did Bart tell you-”
“He mentioned that you might need a place to stay while you sort some things out. He was nice enough to give me veto power, this time, but I’ve never been able to say no to anyone in need before, and I’m not going to start now, so…I guess all that’s left to say is, welcome home, Terri.”
Terri smiled, her eyes watering up. She daubed at them, sniffled and opened up Lisa’s bag, biting her lip in eager excitement at what lay inside.
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The entire fucking car trip, Lisa had a velvet iron grip on Bart’s dick, stroking and teasing him but never letting him finish. Bart was starting to suspect that perhaps his sister wasn’t nearly as submissive as she seemed at times. Thankfully, paradise could be seen as the car finally, and at long fucking last, pulled into the driveway of Casa de Simpson. Lisa and Terri got out first, racing inside with a few bags, both their own and some of Marge’s, and Marge was left to let Bart out of the back of the car, as the hatch didn’t open from the inside. When she opened the hatch, she made sure to get a good look at Bart’s hard,glistening cock, resisting the urge to plant her lips on it and suck her own son to completion. She had no qualms about sucking Bart, or offering up the womb that birthed him, and only held herself back because Bart was still a novice to sex and Marge demanded experienced lovers only. Perhaps in time, once he had trained himself up a bit more with Lisa - and with Terri, Marge knew she would be Bart’s new toy as well - then she would give herself to him.
Bart stepped out of the car, slammed the hatch shut, and didn’t even bother pulling his pants back up, instead opting to pull them off completely and sling them into his bag of sex shop goodies. No sooner had he slammed the car shut, then he turned to see the three Flanders’ passing by, out for a light jog. Rod and Todd were both utterly nude and their father Ned forgoing a shirt in this heat.
“Howdilly-ho, young Simpson! Letting your doodle get a bit of air?”
“Uh…yeah, Mr. Flanders, that’s what I’m doing.”
“Well it’s a lovely day for it. My boys are going for one of those European all-over tans themselves.”
Todd glued his eyes to Bart’s cock, drool running down his lips and his own exposed pecker slowly curving upwards. Rod had his hand on his brother’s ass, and was clearly fingering him, whispering something to Todd that only seemed to deepen his brother’s lust. Suddenly, Todd turned to his father anxiously.
“Daddy, I think I forgot to put sunscreen on. I should go back and do that before I get a nasty burn.”
Ned nodded, “Okay son. I’ll be over by the stop sign, then.”
Todd sprinted back to their house, Rod slowly starting after him. “I should help him, make sure he gets complete coverage.” Then, with lust-fogged eyes, Rod waved to Bart. “See you later, Bart.”
The boys vanished into the Flanders house, and Bart shifted awkwardly on the balls of his feet.
“You do know that they’re going to have sex right now, right?”

“Oh fuck yes, Bart, I’m not a complete moron. My boys have been screwing each other for weeks now.”
“How long have they been gay?”
“Since birth, Bart, that’s how it happens. But openly? That’s a recent development.”
“And…you’re not bothered by that?”
“Of course I’m not, they’re my boys. I love them and I’m glad they at least found each other.”
Bart nodded, when the relative silence of the street was broken by faint grunts and moans coming from the Flanders house. Bart could see figures moving in the upstairs window, and took that as his cue to head inside.
“Well, I think it’s super-cool that you’re so accepting of them, Mr. Flanders. I should probably head in and help with the shopping.”
“Uh-huh. And I’ve got a few steps to get in. You take care now, Bart.”
Bart headed inside, as Ned jogged down the street. As Bart closed the front door, he could have sworn he heard someone next door moan his name. Closing the door, Bart looked around. Marge was in the kitchen, showing Homer what she had bought - she had stripped off her dress to showcase her new tops, causing Homer to drool and ogle at the sight of her swollen tits, his hand absently massaging the bulge in his pants - and Lisa and Terri were nowhere to be seen. Bart climbed the stairs, his bag slapping into his leg with every step. “Lisa? You up here?”
Muffled giggling and shuffling wafted from Lisa’s closed door, followed by her voice.
“In here, Bart. Wait a sec, we’re almost done.”
Bart approached her room, placed his hand on the doorknob, and tried it, only to learn that Lisa and locked the door or placed a chair in front of it.
“Bart,” Lisa’s annoyed voice scolded, “I said wait. Don’t spoil this.”
“Lees, I’m at full mast and eager to bust, if you don’t open the door I’ll go to the Flanderses and fuck Rod and Todd. I saw them eyeing up my dick earlier, I’m sure they’d love to have a ride.”
Twenty seconds passed before more shuffling, the muffled scraping of a chair on the carpeted floor, and Lisa opened the door, grinning lustfully at her brother. She was still in her leather-bitch outfit, and seemed to have better command of her walking now.
“Oh no, Bart, you can’t fuck Rod and Todd unless I get to watch. Those are the rules.”
Lisa stepped aside, letting Bart in. He entered, and stopped, his breath catching in his throat as he got sight of Terri, standing before him in a soft pink chiffon babydoll, her nipples fully visible through the sheer material. His eyes followed down her belly, to the pink low-cut panties, the white garter belts holding up her lace stockings, then back up to the small cropping of purple bush above her slit. His eyes continued upwards, stopping briefly on her double-D tits. Bart could now see that Terri had pierced nipples, the barbell piercings poking through her nightgown.
Lisa stood next to Terri, like a proud mom showing off their beauty queen daughter. Terri licked her lips, hoping Bart approved. Bart’s bare cock showed that he did.
“Well, what do you think? Is she munchable, or what?”
“T-Terri…holy shit… you’re-”
“A totally pokable piece of ass, isn’t she? I had to resist the urge to part her pretty little knees and taste the goods myself, but then I remembered to never get high on my own supply.”
“I-I don’t understand. What about Ralph?”
Terri shook her head. “Ralph and I haven’t ever fucked. Sherri wouldn’t share.”
She giggled when she realised that she had accidentally made a rhyme, then settled onto Lisa’s bed, leaning back onto the large pillow at the headboard. Lisa sat by her feet, moving a hand gently up her leg, resting it just below the hem of the nightgown.
“Which means she hasn’t been claimed like I have. That weird all-consuming love and devotion I have for you ever since you power-fucked me in the treehouse two weeks ago, she doesn’t have that for Ralph. What she does have is a bad case of blue balls, since she’s been just as horny as everyone else in town lately, and hasn’t had an outlet to burn off that steam.”
The slow train of thought that had plagued Bart Simpson since early childhood had finally pulled into the station of his mind, and Lisa’s plan became all too clear to him now.
“So you want me to claim her.”
“Yep. Your very own harem starter pack.”
Terri was panting now, the thought of finally getting her cunt filled driving her anxiety into overload. “I’m not a virgin, Bart. I just haven’t had sex ever since…well, it’s been a few months. Wendell, remember him? He was the last one, in November, I think. But nobody since then. And certainly not Ralph, thanks to that clam-jamming whore sister of mine. So if you’re worried about hurting me, or about me not knowing what to do, don’t. I’ve been breached, I’ve sucked, I’ve fucked, I’ve been gaped and I swallow. If you want me, I’m here, and I’m waiting for that fffffucking beautiful cock to break me.” She hissed the word ‘fucking,’ drawing it out as if it were a labour of supreme effort to say it without popping her own cork.
Bart was still slack jawed and clueless. Good things did not historically happen to him, not for long and not without extorting a painful price from him. And yet, here was his sister, whom he had somehow fallen ass-backwards into an intense incestuous sexual relationship with, which nobody else seemed to mind whatsoever, offering to let him fuck one of his boyhood crushes, and the other girl was not only on-board, but dressed up like a porn star, practically begging for his cock. It was all a little much for him to take in.
“Alright, well, the representative from my pants votes in favour of definitely fucking your pussy, Terri. But the Senator from my brain would like to ask Lisa why she’s pimping her brother to another girl?”
“First of all, baby, pimps make money off their meat. This is pro bono work for me. Second, as I explained to Mom a while back, your eternally-horny sister is one kinky fucking bitch. More than the pain and the public sex and the breeding kinks, I’m also a cuckquean. I like watching my man fuck other women, and my man is you, my sweet, simple brother.”
Lisa dug her teeth into her lip to contain herself, but both Bart and Terri could tell from her quaking hands as she slid them up the other girl’s body, that she was struggling not to drench her panties.
“The very…mmmfthought of you peeling Terri’s panties down her beautiful, pale legs, parting these pretty little knees, and driving that glorious fucking cock of yours into her quivering, steaming twat over and over and over again until you both explode into a screaming, creaming mess of sweat and reproductive fluids just….mmmf…” She twisted one of her nipples through their leather coverings, squeezing her legs together and humping her ass against her mattress. “It's almost enough to make my own dam burst.”
She turned back to Bart, barely containing the drool running down her chin, her eyes dark and predatory. “And then there’s the clean-up. Sucking her cunt off your cock, licking your seed from her pussy…god, Bart, it’s going to be ffffffucking amazing.”
Bart looked back to Terri, walking towards the bed as if in a trance, or as if being led around by his engorged penis.
“Fuck, Lisa, you could sell an anchor to a drowning man with a sales pitch like that.”
Lisa giggled airily, moving aside to allow Bart to sit on the bed. He placed himself between Terri’s legs, and ran his hand up her down her thigh to her ass. She shivered at his touch, her eyes fluttering. Already the room was filling with the thick, heady smell of her arousal. Bart leaned in, and kissed Terri’s lips, his hands moving down to her pussy, rubbing her panties into her soaken slit. Arms wrapped around Bart’s head, and Terri seemed to pull him deeper into herself. Bart’s fingers found the sides of her panties, and slowly peeled them over her ass cheeks, sliding them across her sticky cunt. Sitting upright, he pulled the panties off her legs, and tossed them carelessly to the floor.
“I don’t think you’ll need those ever again, Terri. Not around here, anyways.”
“But I will, I think they’re pretty. They make me feel sexy.”
Bart parted her knees, eyes locked with hers. “You ready? “
Terri nodded slowly. “Fuck yes. Fuck me, Bart. Make me yours.”
Terri spread her legs wide on her own, lifting her nightgown to show off a throbbing, puffy mound topped by a respectable mat of purple hair crowning her leaking gash. Bart exhaled in a ragged stutter upon seeing Terri’s bush; “Shit, Lisa, look at how fucking beautiful it is.”He ran his fingers through her pubes, making her shudder at the contact. Lisa stuck her head in closer to get a good look. “Wow, that’s much nicer than I thought it would be.”
“What, haven’t you ever seen a girl with a hairy cunt before?”
“Only in old movies.” Bart was rubbing his engorged cock along her greasy slit, slathering it in Terri’s natural lubricants.
Lisa peeled down the zipper on her panties, and splayed open her own hole. “I’ve only started growing mine in. You’ll have to show me how to take care of it.” Before she pulled her head back, Lisa swiped her tongue up Terris’pussy, making the other girl yelp and shiver. Sitting up, Lisa swallowed the tangy juices. “Oh god, I think I like the taste of pussy, Bart. Between Terri and Miss Hoover today, I think I might become just as much a pussy-hound as you are.”
“Stop talking, please! I…It’s right there, I can smell it. I can smell his cock, please stop teasing me and just fucking fuck me already! I’ll be your bitch, both of you, you can both fuck me, just give me that fucking cock now!”
To punctuate her demand, Terri wrapped her legs around Bart’s hips, and drew him closer. He quickly positioned his cock and gasped as he sank into her devouring depths, right down to the root.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed loudly. Terri let out a sharp squeal as finally, she had managed to get a hard cock inside her. Lisa stared at Bart’s ass as he flexed and pushed deeper into Terri, dipping her head down and raking her teeth along her brother’s muscular globes, parting his cheeks and sliding her tongue along his puckered hole. She backed off when Bart began pumping into Terri with vigour, the other girl whining and yelping with every downward push, the bed shaking and squeaking as the rhythm picked up tempo. “Holy fuck! Fuck, Bart, why is it…holy shit, you’re so fucking big! Take it out! Take your cock out, it’s stretching me too much!”
Terri pushed Bart away, his cock popping from her cunt wetly. As she caught her breath, Lisa stared in awe at the gaping tunnel her brother had created with his cock.
“Fucking hell, Terri, I can see right into you!”
Terri sat up, looking past her tits at her open pussy. “Shit…shit, look at me. Holy shit, Bart…”
She looked at Bart’s cock, hard and thick and practically covered with a sheen of iridescent pussy oil. Without warning, Terri dove for that cock, devouring it down her throat in one go. Bart placed his hands on Terri’s head, pumping into her face to match her head-bobs as she worked his shaft into her gullet, gulping sounds and the odd moan coming up from her as she sucked him off. Bart looked over to Lisa, who had taken one of the toys from his shopping bag, slathered on a thin layer of lube, and was twisting it into her hungry cunt as she watched Terri swallow her brother’s meat. Bart watched as Lisa fucked herself on a warty purple dildo, screwing it into her cunt as she twisted at her nipples, gasping like a bitch in heat.
“You like watching this, Lisa?”
Before she could answer him, Terri stood up like a shot, gripping Bart’s hot, hard cock, her eyes wide with fear and pain.
“No, Bart, look at me. Only look at me, please. Just for now, think of me, look at me, please.”
She laid back against the pillow, lifting the nightgown over her head and tossing it into a crumple on the floor. She held her pussy lips apart, inviting Bart back into her.
“Make love to me, Bart. Fuck me, own me, drive me crazy, please, I beg you.”
Bart’s cock throbbed, spittle dripping off the tip. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Terri glared at Bart, her voice raspy and ragged. “Fucking hurt me, I want it badly.”
Bart covered her body with his own, lining his dick with her tunnel, and shoving in down to the root. He glanced over to Lisa briefly.
“You’re starting to rub off on her, Lees.”
Lisa shook her head, pulling the dildo from her soaked cunt and sucking her cream off of it.
“Not yet I’m not. But I get next round.”
Terri pulled Bart down to her, caressing his face as he rutted against her, her juices spilling out and drenching the bed sheets.
“No, Bart, focus on me. You can have her anytime, but now I want to be your slut.”
She sealed her plea with a kiss, sucking Bart’s tongue into her mouth as he drove into her over and over. Bart melted into her embrace, returning the heated passion of her kiss, and with a grunt of effort, he pulled himself into a seated position, dragging Terri up with him, never once breaking their entanglement. Terri settled into Bart’s lap, wriggling her ass to push herself further down onto his cock. She lifted herself up a few inches, then dropped down again, letting out a shrill whining yelp as she impaled herself onto Bart’s member. Up she went again, and then down again, each drop making her squeal in pain and pleasure, the bed thumping against the wall with every drop. Terri pressed Bart’s face into her chest, his lips parting against her nipples, tongue running along the pierced flesh. His teeth sank into the erect nibben, pulling it hard and making Terri’s eyes water. Her voice was now an alto hiccup of yelps and moans, set against the pounding percussive beat of the bed frame rocking and thumping.
Bart’s mouth found Terri’s throat, teeth marking her pale skin as she held him like a spider entrapping its prey, arms and legs wrapped around him in an iron vice while she bounced on his cock like a piledriver. The voices of the three of them mingled into a tuneless choir of grunts, moans, yelps and bellowing roars as in one final, crashing crescendo, Terri mashed her battered, foamy cunt against Bart’s pubis, grinding her pussy on him, while Lisa stabbed into her own womb with her vibrating toy, her legs rigid as she exploded all over her own hand. With a throaty bellow, Bart poured his seed into Terri’s sucking womb, firing rope after rope of thick, scalding cum into her, until they both collapsed into a heaving, swearing heap of slick muscle and entangled limbs.
They lay there, the three of them, for only a few seconds, trying hard to lower their heart rates through sheer force of will alone, when the bed frame creaked and groaned and finally buckled, sending the mattress crashing to the ground.
“Ffffucking hell!” Bart spat out, lifting his head from the mattress, Terri pressed against his chest, breathing in shallow sighs.
“Nicely done, Bart. I’ve had this bed since I was six, and you powerfuck it into debris. I wouldn’t have minded, except if you were going to fuck my bed to death, I would have preferred it be me you were fucking.”
Marge called from downstairs, “Kids? Are you alright? What was that noise?”
“It’s alright, Mom! Bart killed my bed with his dick!”
Bart flipped his sister the bird, only for Lisa to lean forward and suck the extended digit into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it lewdly. Percussive footsteps beat up the stairs, and the door opened a few inches, Marge’s head poking in.
“Is anyone hurt?”
“No, Mom, we’re alright. Terri?”
Terri mumbled something incoherent, lifting her head from Bart’s chest. Her sweat-matted hair covered her eyes, and her words were slurred and rushed, but she managed to get her point across when she weakly threw up a limp arm and flashed Marge a pathetic thumbs-up, her arm limply dropping to her side. Marge shook her head, closing the door as she slipped back out into the hallway.
Lisa was the first to overcome her torpor, crawling from her spot in the corner of the collapsed bed, over to where the two harried lovers remained entwined and stupefied. Her skin still buzzed with the electric glow of her own self-administered orgasm, tingling hotly as her lust-addled brain drove her to mash her face into Terri’s bare ass, inhaling the musky mixture of sex wafting from their conjoined nethers. She parted Terri’s ass cheeks, eliciting a groan from the exhausted girl, andlicked down her crack, to where she and Bart were still connected, lapping their frothy melange of pussy grease and cum.
“Mmmoh ffffuck, Bart, you have to try her cunt. It’s the sweetest fucking candy I’ve ever had!”
Bart could only respond with a half-hearted wave of his hand, which came down to rest on Terri’s ass. Between Bart’s fatigued spanking and Lisa’s pussy-licking, Terri stirred, humping back into Bart weakly. As her rhythm quickened, Terri pushed herself up against Bart’s chest, threw her leg over him, and awkwardly turned around until she was facing away from him, riding him reverse cowgirl, her stuffed cunt bouncing away just inches from Lisa’s intruding tongue. She placed a hand on Bart to steady herself, his own hands working up to her hips as his eyes fluttered open, shaking off the fatigue fogging his head, and with ehr other hand, grabbed Lisa by the back of the head, mashing Lisa’s face into her glistening pussylips.
“Fucking hell, Lisa, fucking eat us! Lick me out while your brother fills me up and stretches me! Fuck!”
Terri seemed to regain some energy and vigour from Lisa’s tongue, slamming herself down onto Bart’s throbbing, reddened shaft over and over. Cum ran in thick rivulets down Bart’s meat as Terri pulled her cunt up, and then pushed it back down, spraying Lisa’s face in a spritz of pussy juice. Terri began gyrating her hips against Bart, drawing a low, sustained moan from his lips as she milked his member into her undulating cunt tunnel, grinding Lisa’s face into the overflow as it trickled down Bart’s cock and soaked into the bedsheets.
Hammering away at Bart’s body, Terri finally went rigid, before letting out a series of hiccuping yelps, shaking and quivering as she came. She drenched Lisa in a stream of girlcum before collapsing back against Bart, still grinding on him, squeezing his cock until with a long grunt, he pressed up into her body and flooded her insides again. Lisa pulled her brother’s cock from Terri’s cunt before it could completely drain into her, and took the load of hot, thick jizz on her tongue, letting it shoot all across her face until she was a sticky, fucked out mess.
Once Bart had fired his last shot into Lisa’s hair, she crawled up Terri’s sweat-slickened body, rubbing her own cunt against Terri’s, and kissed the other girl, swapping her brother’s load with his newest conquest. Terri pulled Lisa in closer, grabbing her ass tightly and drawing her in, and began licking the thick cum off her face, lapping it off her nose and cheeks and chin, before slipping her loaded cum into Lisa’s mouth and mixing it with their saliva. Moaning in lustful gratitude, Lisa swallowed the mixture of her own spit, Terri’s cream and Bart’s seed down, and tried to pull away from the kiss, slowed only by Terri biting on her lip. Finally released, Lisa sighed at the state of her room and bed, and stood up, surveying the damage.
“Well shit, I guess we can't fix this until tomorrow.”
Bart held Terri close to his chest, running his hand down her belly to her full and well-fucked cunt, teasing her engorged clit absently. “Nope, guess we can’t. We’ll just have to sleep like this for tonight, I guess.”
Lisa ran her tongue along her lips, savouring the remains of her brother’s cum. “Who said anything about sleep, big brother?”
Bart chuckled, forcing himself up onto one elbow, Terri clinging to him like a child. “I’d love to fill your pussy up again, Lees, if just to even things out; Terri got two loads out of me, and you only got one. But I think I speak for everyone when I say, I could use a shower and something to eat.”
Terri looked up at Bart, eyes unfocused from the rogering she had just received. “Yeah, I’m starving, too.”
Lisa sighed, removing her new harness and pulling the pasties off her nipples with a grunt of satisfying agony. “Very well. Shower and food, then more fun. Maybe we can fuck in the treehouse again? Have the cool night air run over our naked bodies while we breed like savages, let the Flanders boys know how good my big brother can truly be with that cock of his?”
“Sure, Lees.” Bart said with a weary smile, as he and Terri rose up from the bed. “Think the shower can hold all three of us? To save on water, of course.”
Lisa had stripped off her new clothes, leaving them folded on the floor, and stood there, utterly naked, already opening the door. “I don’t know, baby, but we’re sure as shit going to find out.”
As she padded down the hall to the bathroom, swaying her bare ass with every step, Bart sighed resignedly, before lifting Terri off his chest, and helping his new paramour to her feet. A gush of cum flowed from her bruised twat, stopped only by the hasty application of her hand to her cunt, and together, they staggered almost drunkenly to clean each other up.
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