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My Wish Is Your Command	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 60459 -:- 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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Chapter 5: Terri-fied
Bart rode his new dirt bike up the front steps of Springfield Middle School, then put one foot on the concrete and did a couple of donuts, leaving a circular black skidmark on the light-colored pavement in the process. After accepting the applause of the other boys, he turned the bike off and left it there as he went inside. No Springfieldian in their right mind would so much as move Bart Simpson’s bike out of the way, let alone steal it.
As Bart strode down the hallway, word of his arrival raced ahead of him down the hall and spread rapidly around the school. The single most important factor in determining what kind of school day everyone was going to have was whether Bart had decided to show up.
“Hey, Nina,” he said to a passing girl. “Your ass looks good in those jeans.”
“Thanks, Bart!” the girl replied, making him smile. Bart liked a girl who could take a compliment.
“Hey, Belinda,” he said to another girl—a shy, mousy type who wore glasses. “Those overalls aren’t doing anything for you. Get some that show off your tits better.”
“Y- Yes, Bart,” the girl replied.
Continuing down the hall, Bart shouted, “Milhouse, buddy! You get those pics I sent you?”
“Uh, yeah,” the boy replied. Milhouse had been an awkward little nerd to begin with, and so far, puberty had done nothing to change that. “Um, they’re, they’re really good.”
Bart chuckled and patted the boy on the back. “I knew you’d like ‘em. And don’t worry: You may not be much of a man, but you’re still more of one than Uter—I mean, Uta.”
Uta was just coming down the hall, her tightly laced dirndl squeezing her tits together to form a depth of cleavage not otherwise readily found at Springfield Middle. Bart couldn’t even remember what Uter had done to piss him off the year before, but whatever it, it had caused Bart to turn the boy into a girl. Bart had considered this a great improvement and therefore left things as they were since then. He’d even fucked Uta a few times, watching the chubby girl’s titties swing beneath her as he nailed her from behind. Maybe one of these days he’d even knock her up, just to prove to her that she was female through and through.
The funny thing was that the day after Uter’s transformation, Martin Prince had thrown a handful of mashed potatoes at Bart in the cafeteria, making every kid there gasp. Bart had been about to turn the nerdy boy into a girl, too, but a quick glance into Martin’s geeky little mind had revealed that this was exactly what Martin was trying to get Bart to do. So Martin was still a boy—one who now sported a prominent Adam’s apple and a hairy back.
Pleased as he was with Uta’s transformation, at this moment, Bart was more interested in those girls who had been born girls. One in particular, really. And then he spied her—and her twin sister—trying to slip into her homeroom unnoticed.
“Hey, Terri!” he called, freezing the purple-haired girl in her tracks. “Girls’ bathroom. Now.”
Reluctantly, Terri left Sherri’s side and preceded Bart into the nearby bathroom. There were a couple of other girls in there, but they scurried out when Bart told them to get lost.
“How are you today, Terri?” Bart asked.
“I- I’m fine,” the girl managed.
“And how’s that nice, tight asshole of yours?”
“I…It…It’s…” the girl stammered.
“Forget it,” Bart said, “I’ll find out for myself.” He pointed to the windowsill and said, “Get your panties off and bend over.”
Terri knew she was trapped—not just right now, but forever. There was no way to escape from Bart’s control. Like most people in Springfield, Terri couldn’t leave town, and Bart could find her any time he wanted. Her only solace was that Bart’s abuse of her was usually spontaneous, occurring only when he happened to see her at school or on the street. Although Terri still had to live with the possibility that at any time, she could be suddenly transported to Bart’s bedroom—usually without her clothes—to be used for hours and returned only when his semen was leaking from her every gaping hole.
Knowing that any delay could make things even worse for her, Terri pulled off her panties from beneath her dress and bent over with her elbows on the windowsill. Bart grinned, then came up behind her and pulled up the skirt of her purple dress to expose her ass.
“Bare-assed is a good look for you, Terri,” Bart said as he dropped his shorts and took out his hard cock. “Maybe you should go around bottomless. I mean, I could make all your skirts and panties just disappear from your room right now.”
Terri didn’t reply. During the past three years, she had learned that trying to talk Bart out of things tended to make the situation worse, not better.
Looking at the girl’s little asshole made Bart’s cock harden in seconds. This was chiefly from anticipation; Terri had an unusually tight anal sphincter, which made anal sex painful for her and very pleasurable for Bart. Bart had, of course, given her this condition.
Bart insta-lubed his cock and put the head against Terri’s hole. Then he grabbed hold of her hips and pushed hard.
“Aaaaaah!” Terri cried. She had tried to relax her anus, but that wasn’t enough to keep it from hurting as Bart’s girthy cockhead forced it open wide.
“Oh, yeahhhh,” Bart moaned, shoving inch after inch of his shaft into the helpless Terri’s overstretched asshole. “Take that cock, you pale-assed bitch…”
He pushed in until he hilted in her, his cock deep inside her, his hipbones against Terri’s ass, and his balls hanging against her pussy. Then he started to fuck her, making her whimper.
“C’mon, Terri,” Bart said even as he slowly pumped the whining girl’s asshole. “Don’t act like you don’t love having my nice thick cock buried in your ass. Plenty of girls would do anything to get fucked with a cock like mine, and they wouldn’t care which hole I put it in.”
Terri didn’t reply; she just kept whimpering with each of Bart’s thrusts. Annoyed, Bart seized her by her purple hair and yanked it back like he was stopping a galloping horse.
“Say it, Terri,” he growled. “Tell me what a lucky girl you are.”
Between gasps, Terri managed to say, “I’m…a very…lucky…girl…”
“Damn right you are,” Bart replied, still fucking her steadily. “The only girl who gets more of my attention is Lisa, and that’s because she lives with me.”
Thinking of Lisa reminded him of what he’d said to her that morning. His eyebrows rising by a hair, he went on, “Hmm, maybe you’ll live with me, too, someday. I’d even let you bring Sherri along. I’m gonna want to have lots of kids, so it’d be handy to have a couple of live-in breeding bitches.”
The thought made Bart fuck Terri harder. “And in between preggings,” he panted, “I’ll fuck your ass and your face every day. You’ll be like my cock’s second home.”
Terri whimpered again, louder this time, making Bart smile. There was nothing more fun than torturing a girl’s body and mind at the same time—especially Terri’s. Excited, he fucked her tight asshole full-force, his hips slapping her yellow ass like she was getting a hard spanking.
He felt his orgasm coming, and he knew this was going to be a big load. But he didn’t want big—he wanted huge. So he held his climax back and kept fucking Terri hard, letting that place inside him fill and fill and fill with seed, more than any normal boy or man could possibly produce at one time.
Only then, only when he was almost full to bursting, did he let the climax come. And it felt so good that he screamed, thrusting his cock in to the balls, as deep as it could go inside Terry’s helpless ass, and then his load exploded from him and rushed into her in bursts, like a rapid series of tidal waves, each one forcing semen higher and higher up inside her, making her stomach bulge.
When it was over, and Bart was finally empty of that huge load, an almost deliriously lovely afterglow wrapped itself around his whole body. Bart had been fucking women and girls left and right for three years now, but only so often did it feel this good.
He kept the full length of his still-hard cock up Terri’s ass and savored the pleasure of listening to her whimpers of discomfort at being so full of his cum. Which gave Bart an idea for a fun way to end this little session.
“All right, Terri,” he said. “I’m gonna pull out now. Think you can hold all that cum inside you long enough to get to the nearest toilet?”
The girl’s only reply was a whimper. Bart smiled.
He slowly pulled out, giving Terri a chance to keep her asshole closed as tightly as she could around his thick shaft. For Bart, this made the sensation of pulling out that much more pleasurable, especially as her little hole gripped his cockhead and squeezed shut around it as he finished withdrawing.
It occurred to Bart that the abnormal tightness of her asshole gave Terri an unfair advantage in this little game. So as he stepped back and pulled up his shorts, and as Terri began to waddle carefully toward the nearest stall—which was ten feet away from the windowsill—Bart returned her little pink hole to the state a girl’s asshole would normally be in after taking a hard fuck from a cock with the girth of Bart’s.
Terri let out a wailing cry as cum burst from her ass, completely coating the backs of her legs and soaking the skirt of her purple dress. Bart actually had to take another step back to avoid the expanding pool of cum on the tiled floor.
“I guess not,” Bart said with a chuckle. “Have a fun school day.”
Almost as an afterthought, he tightened Terri’s asshole again. Then he left.
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