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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1
By : Firewalk
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Episode 6 – Man of The House
Rick Sanchez, from Rick and Morty, sat eating popcorn on a couch in the middle of his driveway. A large holographic screen ten times the size of his house hung in the air above him.
“You watching your show again?” Morty asked coming out of the open garage.
“Shut it, Morty,” Rick snapped by way of a greeting, “The next episode is starting now.”
“Has he banged his Mum and sister yet?” Morty asked conversationally.
“Oh, it's coming,” Rick chuckled, “He broke his Mum in good in the last episode, the sister will be next, I guarantee it.”

“Um, Rick?” Morty asked nervously, “Why did we do this again?”
“Why?” Rick rounded on him, instantly furious, “Why did I stitch together a bunch of garbage realities and create an awesome masterpiece? You're asking me why? You stupid little fuck. Why? Why did Michelangelo paint the Sistine chapel? Why did Leonardo da Vinci Pain the Mona Lisa? Why did David Hasselhoff star in night rider? Because they're artists Morty, that's why.”
Rick was standing, pointing as he shouted, “I've got half a mind to throw this reality in there too. See how long take for that other little fuck to ride your Mum and your sister. Is that what you want? To see his yellow pecker inside summer? Inside your Mum? Because I'll do it.”
“Um, um,” Morty babbled cowering from Rick's rage, then pointed at the screen, “It's starting.”
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Bart Simpson jumped bolt upright in bed as his bedroom door was thrown open.
“I want a word with you,” Lisa shouted barging straight in. She wore one of her drab grey pantsuits and a furious expression.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Last night when I got home, I found Mum passed out on the floor, drenched in,” she hesitated “God knows what. All she could say was that she'd done it all for you.”

Bart stretched over dramatically and swung his legs off the bed “Oh I think you know what it was she was soaked in,” he told her “Hell, you've been splattered by it enough times.”
Lisa hesitated at that, “What do you mean?” she demanded, looking a little worried.
“I mean you and Mum are a pair of whores” he told her offhandedly, “And stupid whore's too. I made more from Mum last night that you'd earn in a month.”
“Jesus,” Lisa said spotting the jar of money next to Barts's bed. “How much is that?”
“More than enough to buy your ass,” he said looking her up and down.
“Eww,” she looked discussed, then put an innocent face on, “And I have no idea what you're talking about.”
Bart thought for a second, money had been enough to motivate his mum but Lisa was a different story.
“I'll tell you what I'm talking about,” he said retrieving his phone from his bedside cabinet. “I'm talking about you sucking off a clown, then licking his cum off our mothers face”
“What?” the color fled from Lisa's face, “How do you?”
The video Bart was playing on his phone answered her question. Lisa gulped as she watched again in miniature as she and Marge sucked Krusty the clown's dick.
“Yeah, so what,” she said still defiant. “Mum and I did what we had to do to survive. I'm not stupid, sure we could have made more money, but we kept it a secret. I've got plans, I'm going to make something of myself, get us out of this rut. Well, that is if you don't fuck it up” by the end Lisa was shouting pointing an accusatory finger.

“Well,” Bart rubbed his chin over dramatically. “Reading between the lines, you really don't want people to know what you and Mum get up to, do you?”
“No I don't” Lisa replied through gritted teeth.
“Well, what is my silence worth then?” he asked with a sinister grin.
“You are just revolting.” She pinched the bridge of her nose between two fingers, “What do you want?”
“You know what I want,” Bart grinned looking her up and down in an exaggerated manner, “To find out what all these guys have been paying good money for.”
“I'm not remotely surprised you twisted little fuck,” she glared at him hatefully, then sighed again, “I guess it doesn't make much difference, blowing one more pathetic loser.”
“Great,” Bart ignored the jibe, “Now go slip into something sexy and meet me downstairs in ten minutes.”
“You just remember,” Lisa grumbled as she stomped out of the room, “It'll take more than a little blackmail to keep me down. I'll flip the tables on you Bart, sooner or later.”
“Yeah, no underwear, whore.” Bart added before the door closed, he always liked to get the last word in.
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Bart waited till he heard Lisa's bedroom door slam closed and went out into the hall. Hearing the shower running he opened the bathroom door a few inches. The silhouette behind the shower curtain was definitely his Mum so he slipped inside.
He kept up the shower and pulled open the curtain, revealing a naked Marge.
“Hey, I'm in here” she cried and instinctively covering her private parts.
“What's up Mum?” Bart asked casually.
“Oh Bart,” Marge looked instantly embarrassed, “Last night,” she started.
“Don't worry about it,” Bart cut in “We discussed this last night, I'm going to look after you and Lisa from now on. You agreed to do is whatever I tell you, remember?”
“Em, Yes,” was all his Mum could think to say, turning bright red, clearly remembering last night.
“Good,” Bart beamed “Now put your hands behind your back so I can get a better look at you.”
“But,” Marge started to argue again.
“Look,” Bart's voice was harsh now, “I've taken responsibility for this whole family. It's like you said last night, you owe me, so when I tell you to do something you do it.”
Marge gave with one of her trademark groans, but replied, “I suppose so honey, It's just going to take some getting used to you being in charge.”
She moved her hands behind her back and Bart marveled at the shower's hot water running down her huge floppy breasts to her blue minge.
“Now that's a good little slut” Bart complimented her.
That got a sharp reaction but she kept her mouth shut, “Now I want you downstairs in ten minutes. You're going to show some appreciation for all the money I made for us last night, so wear something slutty.”
“You made?” Marge asked confused, but Bart was gone.
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Bart set a few things up downstairs in preparation for his Mum and sister, then sat on the sofa to wait impatiently.

“But it's not right,” he eventually heard Lisa say. She and Marge were coming down the stairs together.
“Well we haven't been doing very well on our own,” Marge countered, “And he really does seem to have a plan.”
“I'm working on something,” Lisa insisted, “I've been very busy. It's been hard enough without having to keep this dumb-dumb in check at the same time.”
“Finally,” Bart said when his Mum and Sister walked into the living room, both had his instructions well.
Lisa was wearing a short red mini skirt and a tight red boob tune. The thin Boob tube struggled to contain her large, nearly spherical breasts and the skirt was so short her bald pussy was nearly peaking out.
“Is this sexy enough for you, you little perv?” she asked him. She gave a mock curtsey and Bart did catch a gimps of her clam lips.
“They're both classics,” he complimented them, “But with a twist.”
Marge like her daughter wore a take on her normal green dress. It was in two parts, with a short green skirt and a matching green top with an enormous hole down the middle. The hole stretched the full length of her impressive cleavage, showing off plenty of yellow skin.
“Wow,” Bart marveled. “You really do look like the pair whores that you are. So what's the going rate again, twenty bucks?”
“Bart,” Marge answered weakly, “It was wrong enough what I let you do last night, but Lisa is your sister.”
“Yeah, twenty bucks” Lisa shot in bluntly. “We'll both do you, for twenty. Any hole, anything you want” she smiled slyly at her brother's shocked expression. “For twenty bucks, plus the deletion of that video on your phone.”
Bart had to hand it to his sister she was a smart one, even in a situation like this, she found a way to play it to her advantage. Sadly, she had no idea about last night's gang bang. Nearly every boy in the school had fucked their mother, any hopes she had of keeping their whoredom a secret were futile.
“Deal,” he said with a bright smile, “I get to fuck the both of you, then you get to destroy the video.”
“Lisa,” Marge said still looking uncomfortable, “I didn't think you'd be so willing to do this.”

“Come on, we both know the drill,” Lisa replied her face all business. She pulled down her tube top letting her big tit's pop out. “We've done it a hundred times before. Just treat him like any other john.”

“I suppose so” Marge agreed. She pulled apart the hole in her top and her giant breasts flopped out of the gap. “We're all yours Bart, use us as you like.” She gave him the same empty-eyed smile she'd given so many men before.
“How about you put on a little show for me?” Bart asked hopping down from the sofa. “Take a seat,” he moved around behind them, giving each a slap on the ass on his way past.
Marge and Lisa sat themselves down on either end of the couch. Bart suspected they'd had similar requests before, both instinctively sat with their feet up on the cushions giving Bart a great view up their skirts. Naturally, neither was wearing any underwear and their pussies spread out before him.
“Where did you find these?” Marge asked, spotting the two dildos sitting in the grooves of the sofa.

“You're bedside cabinet,” Bart told her casually, “Now I want you both to fuck yourselves for me.”
“Language,” Marge instinctively snapped at her son.
“Shut it whore,” he shot back easily.
“Sorry,” she apologized cowed.

Without further argument, both girls twisted the bottoms of their brightly colored sex toys. The large fake penises burst to life with a loud vibrating hum. Pressing the vibrating tips to their clits in unison, the girls started letting out surprisingly similar moans of pleasure.
Barts had to hand it to them, they really knew how to put on a show. They squeezed their tits and pinched their nipples to accompany their porn-style moaning.
Bart dropped his shorts as well, masturbating as he watched the two pleasuring themselves.
.
“Great performance girls,” Bart told them honestly, “I can tell you've done this before. Now, how about you play with each other a bit as well.”
Understanding what he wanted each woman reached over to start to rub the other pussy, at the same time as they pushed the dildos deep into themselves.
“Now a little kiss,” Bart encouraged and they exchanged a passionate kiss.
“I hope you're enjoying the show,” Lisa noted as Marge trailed a line of kisses down to her tits. “Because it's the last time you'll be seeing it.”
“Yeah, whatever Leese,” Bart said dismissively, “ Mum, how about you eat out my bitch of a little sister.”
“I do wish you two wouldn't fight,” Marge sighed as she kissed her way down Lisa's body, sliding off the couch in-between her legs.
She ended up kneeling on all fours her face buried in Lisa's pussy, licking a slurping animatedly. Like the pro she was Marge had kept a hold of the dildo and she started working it into herself from behind as she munched.
“Wow,” Lisa laughed at her brother, “Look at you, too scared to get in on the action.”
“I've just been biding my time,” Bart assured her moving in on his mother, he pulled the still vibrating dildo out of her pussy and threw it over his shoulder.
“Wait honey,” Marge tried to say, some residual doubt still remaining, but it was too late. Bart plunged his cock into her.
He started slowly, savoring the feeling of his Mum's hot warm pussy wrapped around his cock. Gradually he built up speed his hips slapping against her ass, causing her face to bounce and buck away from between Lisa's legs.
“Oh Bart,” she called out, “You're so big.”
“Damned right I am,” he agreed, speeding up, “You fucking love it.”
“Yes Bart,” she screamed, “I love your cock.”

“Eighties porn called Mum,” Lisa said dryly as she watched the spectacle, “They want their dialogue back.”
“Don't think I've forgotten about you Lees,” Bart said regarding his sister. “I've got something for that smart ass mouth of yours, I just need to get it good and ready.”

Bart pulled out of Marge's pussy and guided his cock up an inch, resting it on his Mum's ass hole. She clenched his jaw as he slowly drove his dick into her ass.
“Now we really did charge more for that,” she said through gritted teeth as her son worked his way deeper into her tight ass.
Before he'd even got halfway into his Mum's ass he pulled out, “Fancy a little ass to mouth?” he asked his sister with a cruel glint in his eye.
He thought she was going to refuse for a second as she stared at him in disgust. But she quickly put on a mask of cold indifference, answering, “I've done worse.”

Bart slapped one of his Mum's tits as he went past her and climbed up on the couch.
“Keep licking Mum,” he instructed Marge, clambering up onto the back of the sofa. He stopped when his crotch was in line with his sister's face, “Suck it bitch,” he ordered.
“Articulate as always” Lisa growled, but turned her head and started sucking.
Bart was a bit annoyed that his sister didn't put much effort into the blowjob, she just bobbed her head back and forward in slow shallow movements. Marge was clearly more motivated, she licked and nibbled on Lisa's clit, causing her daughter to moan and groan around his cock.
Despite her reluctance, the vibrations of Lisa's gradually mounting orgasm felt amazing on Barts's cock. But he decided since she was slacking she didn't deserve to cum.
Just before she climaxed he shouted, “That'll do Mum.”
“oou asarrd,” Lisa insulted him round his cock, her orgasm denied.
“ Articulate as always,” he chuckled, pulling his cock out of her mouth and slapping it on her furious face a couple of times.
“Fuck you,” she blurted, unable to come up with a better come back.
“No sis,” Bart smiled, “It'll be the other way around.”
Quickly Bart rearranged the girls, encouraging them with slaps to their rumps. Lisa ended up on all four on the couch, Marge stood next to her daughter resting her face on her ass.
Bart stood behind Lisa dipping his cock a few inches into her pussy then pulling it out and pushing it into his Mum's waiting mouth. He did this back and forth for a few minutes working his way deeper into Lisa's pussy every time.
“Are you going to make your sister cum?” Marge asked, going back to her cheesy pornstar routine.
Bart shrugged “Like I care if this bitch is enjoying herself,” he gave her ass a hard slap to punctuate his sentence.
“Just as well,” she criticized dryly over her shoulder.
In response, Bart started to pile into her harder and faster. He took a firm grip on her hips to drag her back against him as he thrust forward.
Lisa didn't have any more witty comebacks, she just buried her face in the couches cushions hiding her pained expression.
“We're just getting started,” Bart promised his sister, “Let's see if your ass is as tight as Mum's.”
“It can't taste any worse” Lisa replied, still stubbornly insolent.
Determined to fuck the impertinence out of her, Bart forced himself deep into Lisa's ass without warning. He thrust back and forth as hard as he could from the start, earning a sharp cry of pain from his sister.
“Jesus” she screamed in surprise, but that only encouraged him. He drove into her harder and faster. “You little,” she started, but bit it down, knowing her distress would only egg him on more.
In truth Bart didn't need any encouragement, he didn't show her tight ass hole an ounce of mercy. Lisa tried her best to take it stoically but soon broke down. A series of rhythmic grunts and curses escaped her lips, as Bart continued to slam deeper inside her.
He only slowed down when he started to run out of breath. Lisa collapsed forward in relief at the easier pace.
“Out of smart-ass comments?” Bart asked her cruelly. “Now get your whore face over here and taste your own ass hole.”
“But,” Lisa moaned, “You already made me suck it after it had been in Mum's ass.”
“Well, you shouldn't mind tasting your own then, get sucking.”
Lisa mumbled some vague complaints about how unfair it all was as she flipped herself round to face her brother.
“Mum, stay close, you're both taking this load in the face.”
“Yes dear,” his mum smiled submissively.
Bart felt like a god, standing on the couch with the two women kneeling down in front of him. He put a hand on each of their heads. Naturally, Lisa got it first sucking her ass juices off his yellow man hood. He quickly started switching rapidly between their mouths, giving each a few rabid pumps at a time.
Once more Marge and Lisa showed off their extensive experience. They worked in perfect tandem, second his cock was out of one mouth the other was all over it. Lisa was still a little hesitant but his mum swallowed and guzzled on his cock with enthusiasm.
When he was nearing his finish he had to wrestle his cock out of her greedy mouth to shoot his load over their faces.
His first spurt hit his Mum's open mouth, spraying all over her lips. He managed to turn his squirting penis quickly and point it at Lisa, emptying himself all over her. Most of it splattered messily over the side of her face, glazing her cheek and running down to her chin.
“Well I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Lisa said, the second the last drop of cum had hit her. “Now get your phone and delete that damned video.”
“No problem,” Bart said, retrieving his clothes and moving towards the TV. “It's just over here.”

“What's that?” Lisa asked, noticing the strange pile of books next to the TV.
“It was the only way I could balance my phone while it was recording,” Bart explained lightly.
“You filmed this?” Lisa shouted, both firsts clenched in rage.
“Well yeah,” Bart nodded, “I figured you'd want me to delete that last video. So I made a better one.”

“I'm going to kill you,” his sister roared, lowering her head like a bull ready to charge.
Before Lisa could attack the front door to the house burst open. Two cops charged into the house and through to the living room.
“Bart and Lisa Simpson, you are half an hour late for school,” the Robot Cop from Futurama said. He paused taking in the scene, “and up to some fucked up shit.”
“Amen to that partner,” his human partner agreed, “Um, do we mention this in the report?”
“Hell no,” the robot replied “Let's just bring them in, like the crazy bitch asked.”
“Wait,” Lisa screamed as the cops grabbed one sibling each dragging them towards the door. “I can't go to school dressed like this”
“Hands off the merchandise,” Bart making a show of struggling.
“Have fun at school” Marge called after them both, wiping a bit cum off her face with one finger.
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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1	By : Firewalk Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 16183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1