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My Wish Is Your Command	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 60460 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter 6: Happy Birthday, Maggie
When Bart got home from school, he heard the mixer running in the kitchen. If it weren’t for that sound, he might have gone in there and made his mother spend the next forty-five minutes or so on her knees sucking his cock, or getting ass-fucked on the kitchen floor. But knowing that Marge was preparing for tonight’s big event disinclined Bart to disturb her. Besides, he was going to get plenty of action tonight. Not to mention Aunt Selma’s delicious meatballs and some cake.
Being so powerful gave Bart very little to fear, so he had few secrets. And he really had only one big one: that there was a limit to his powers. Bart could teleport things and alter things at his whim, but he could not actually create something from nothing, or make something simply vanish from existence. If Bart wanted a pizza, he had to summon it from somewhere—often from a box that was on its way to Principal Skinner’s house. If he wanted a new video game console, he would have to teleport it from a store or a warehouse. Even Girth, the demon pony that Bart had made Addy’s forever-rapist, had come from a petting zoo in Idaho; Bart had simply transported him to Springfield and made some changes to his appearance and personality.
Bart supposed he could create something from almost nothing, if he took the time to learn how to manipulate, say, air at the subatomic level and turn it into other things. But that was too much like homework.
All of this meant that while Bart could have Swedish meatballs anytime he wanted—swiped from the local IKEA, or from the finest restaurant in Stockholm—they wouldn’t be Aunt Selma’s meatballs, which she alone could make. Which was why he was so looking forward to them.
Bart played videogames on the big-screen TV in his room until the doorbell rang. His aunts had arrived, bearing gifts for Bart’s youngest sister, who was holding Marge’s hand when the woman answered the door.
Over the past three years, Maggie had grown from a merely cute toddler into an adorable little girl. Her cheeks had retained enough baby fat to make her face round, and her nose had developed just a little bit of upturn. Her blonde hair was no longer short and spiky but long and shiny, and her mother kept it in pigtails, tied at the ends with bands decorated with glassy blue beads. Per Bart’s instructions, tonight she was wearing a baby-blue dress with a frilly skirt short enough to show off a little of the girl’s slightly chubby thighs.
Bart came downstairs and joined his mother and sister in greeting Patty and Selma. The three Bouvier sisters had already had big breasts thanks to Bart, but now that Marge, Patty, and Selma were all six months pregnant, their tits had grown from large to huge. Unlike Marge—whom Bart made wear maternity clothes every day now so that everyone who saw her would know she was pregnant (and not by her long-gone husband)—neither of his aunts was dressed remotely modestly. Instead, both wore miniskirts and knotted flannel tops that exposed some deep cleavage and bared their rounded bellies.
“Hey, ladies,” Bart said. “How are my two favorite sluts tonight?”
“Ready to party, big man,” Patty replied, leaning down a little so that Bart could kiss her and briefly feel her up. These days, Bart felt up his mother and aunts on a regular basis.
“That’s right, baby papa,” Selma added, handing her tray of meatballs to Patty so she could take her turn being kissed and felt up.
Once he was finished with Selma, Bart turned and shouted up the stairs, “Lisa! Get your tight little ass down here!” Then, to his aunts, he murmured, “Tighter than Terri’s, that’s for sure.” The two women snickered.
“Gave it to that kid in the backdoor, huh, stud?” Selma asked.
“Hope she was grateful,” Patty added.
“You know, she never is,” Bart replied.
Lisa came down the stairs, wearing—again per Bart’s orders—a very short red dress that actually left a peek of her red panties exposed where they covered her pussy-mound.
“Now, don’t forget to give the birthday girl a kiss, too,” Bart said to the group.
Patti bent down and kissed the surprised Maggie open-mouthed, putting her hands on the little girl’s ass and giving it a squeeze before she straightened up again. Selma, not to be outdone, pushed her tongue into Maggie’s mouth and used her fingertips to toy with the little girl’s nipples through the thin fabric of her blue dress.
“You’re next, Leese,” Bart said. Then, with just a hint of threat, he added, “Like you mean it.”
Lisa gave Maggie an apologetic look, then bent down and kissed her, frenching her little sister as obviously as possible.
“Now you, Mom,” Bart said. “And help her feel you up.”
With a half-suppressed sigh, Marge lowered herself to her knees in front of Maggie and kissed her while taking the little girl’s hands and putting them on her big breasts. Knowing that Bart wouldn’t be satisfied with half measures, Marge then put her hands on top of Maggie’s and made the little girl squeeze her mother’s tits before finishing the kiss.
“Not bad,” Bart said. “My turn.”
Like his mom had done, Bart sank to his knees to put himself closer to eye level with Maggie. Then he kissed her hard and deep, his tongue fucking her little mouth, while he reached under the skirt of her blue party dress and squeezed the mound of her pussy through her panties.
During the past couple of years, Bart had been engaging in increasingly frequent makeout sessions with Maggie. These usually happened on the living room sofa, where Bart would pull the little girl onto her lap and kiss her. Sometimes, he would pull down the loose neck of her dress to expose and play with her tiny pink nipples; other times, his hand would go up her skirt as it was doing now, either to feel Maggie’s little pussy through her panties or to pull the crotch of her panties aside, or slide them down her slim hips, so that his finger could probe her little baby-hole.
“All right, let’s eat!” Bart said.
They sat down at the dining room table and enjoyed, among other things, Aunt Selma’s Swedish meatballs and a rather good chocolate birthday cake with vanilla ice cream. Then Bart led everyone into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa and lifted Maggie onto his lap.
“Happy birthday, baby sis,” Bart said. “This is going to be a very special birthday for you. Do you know why?”
Maggie shook her head. Even at age four, she wasn’t much of a talker. She’d seen how much trouble a girl could get into by talking.
“It’s because,” Bart explained, “my birthday present for you is to teach you how to fuck. Or at least, how to get fucked.”
The newly four-year-old girl looked up at Bart with big eyes. Her surprise finally stirred her to speak.
“Wh- What?”
“Come on, Maggie,” Bart said. “You know what fucking is. I’ve banged Mom and Lisa in front of you lots of times. Heck, a couple times I even bent Mom over your crib while you were in it. You were looking up at her big, swinging tits the whole time I was pounding her pussy.”
Bart looked around at the rest of his family. Lisa was staring at him in silent horror. Looking into her mind, he saw that she’d honestly thought fucking a four-year-old was a line Bart wouldn’t cross. Bart almost burst out laughing at that; the only reason why he hadn’t already taken Maggie’s cherry was that he knew how much more fun it would be if he saved it for an occasion like this.
Unlike Lisa, Marge had seen this coming. And since there was nothing she could do to stop it, she tried to make it as easy on the girl as possible.
“Maggie,” Marge said, “every girl in this house has to do her share. I know you’re little, but Bart wants you, and…well, he gets what he wants.”
“Don’t worry, Maggie,” Bart said. “I know your four-year-old pussy is too small for me, so I’m gonna fuck you in the ass this first time.”
Before Maggie or anyone else could react, Bart lifted the girl up out of her chair and placed her on all fours on the rug. And then, because this was a special occasion, he decided to get a bit jiggy with his powers; rather than stripping his baby sister naked, he simply wished her cute little party dress and boring underwear away. Now, Maggie was wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black panties with a “keyhole” in the back that exposed the little girl’s tiny pink asshole.
“Niiice, if I do say so myself,” Bart said. Coming down on his knees next to Maggie and taking out his erect cock, Bart went on, “Now you look like you were born to take it in the ass. Which you were, of course.”
Maggie whimpered, looking fearfully at Bart’s thick erection.
“Maggie,” Bart said, “here’s what you need to learn tonight: that when I tell you that I’m gonna fuck you, there’s nothing you can say or do to stop me. Some of the girls around here are slow learners and still haven’t figured that out yet, but I know you’ll pick it up fast.
“Now, because I’m a nice guy, I’m gonna let Mom come over here and be your coach. Lisa, you stay where you are and play with yourself.”
Suddenly, Lisa was buck naked in her chair. Then, on their own, her knees opened wide, exposing the eleven-year-old’s hairless yellow cunt.
“And make sure you watch this whole thing. No looking away; you’re just gonna watch and diddle your clit, maybe finger-fuck yourself. No, definitely finger-fuck yourself—pussy and asshole. This is a special occasion, right?”
Smiling sleazily at Bart, Selma asked, “Whaddaya want me and Patty to do, hot stuff?”
“Well,” Bart replied, returning his aunt’s salacious smile, “since Mom’s going to be helping out Maggie, you two can help out Mom. With these.”
He snapped his fingers, and two very large, white, hard-plastic vibrators appeared in his hands, each device glistening with lube. He handed one to each of his aunts, who accepted them with a snicker as they looked predatorily at Marge—who was suddenly as naked as Lisa was, and was on all fours on the floor next to Maggie.
“Ha ha, now it’s a party!” Bart declared. “All right, Maggie, time for big brother to take your ass-cherry.”
Maggie looked very nervous as Bart knelt down behind her on the rug. And she looked even more nervous when he put the head of his cock—which he lubed with a mere thought—against her little virgin hole.
“It’s all right, sweetie,” Marge said, taking the four-year-old’s hand. “It’ll be all ri- AHHH!”
Simultaneously, Patty and Selma had shoved their two big vibrators into Marge’s pussy and asshole. Now, the two big-haired sisters turned the vibes on and began pumping them roughly in and out of Marge’s defenseless holes.
“Yeah, time to fuck!” Bart shouted. Then he began pushing his cock against Maggie’s tiny hole, forcing it farther and farther open.
“Nnnnnnngggghh!” Maggie whimpered.
“It’s- it’s all right- sweetheart-” Marge gasped. “Just h- hold Mommy’s h- hand…”
“Aaaaaaaah!” Maggie cried as Bart’s cockhead stretched her open farther than nature ever intended, and then sank into her.
“It huuuuuuurrrrts!” the little girl cried.
“Losing your virginity is supposed to hurt,” Bart said sternly. “Now pipe down and take it. I’m not stopping ‘til I’m balls-deep in your sweet little ass.” He looked at Patty and Selma as he added, “Of course, I’m not stopping then, either.” Both women sniggered and continued raping Marge’s pussy and asshole with their vibrators.
By the time Bart managed to force his entire length into Maggie’s ass, the girl had started crying. And soon after he began pumping her, she was outright bawling. Bart didn’t mind; he’d expected it, and the pleasure of fucking Maggie’s tight, virgin asshole outweighed any annoyance he might have felt over Maggie’s sounds of pain. What was more, it was a turn-on to see his mother’s obvious distress over being powerless to help Maggie while she herself was being brutally fucked in both bores. This had definitely been worth saving for a special occasion.
With all of these arousing stimuli, Bart couldn’t help but start fucking Maggie harder and faster. The little girl’s weeping sounds took on a vibrato tone as her big brother pounded her ass. This seemed to inspire Patty and Selma, who now fucked Marge’s pussy and asshole as deep, hard, and fast as they could with their vibrators.
“Oh…fuck…Maggie…” Bart grunted. “Gonna…fuck…your tight…little…ass…all…the time…NNNGGHHHAAAAAAAHH!”
He’d been building up this load for a few hours now, and although it wasn’t as big as the one he’d filled Terri’s ass with earlier, it was still huge for a girl of Maggie’s size to take. His cum filled and filled her bowels until her little tummy bulged beneath her. The girl sobbed weakly at this strange and intense discomfort.
“There we go,” Bart panted, looking at his little sister’s distended, hanging stomach. “Now you’re a big girl, Maggie.”
The girl was still sobbing, albeit more softly now that Bart simply had his cock buried in her ass and wasn’t pounding her insides with it. Marge, on the other hand, couldn’t help but let periodic cries and whimpers escape from her lips as Patty and Selma continued vigorously abusing her holes.
Bart looked over at Lisa. The girl’s eyes were shiny with unshed tears over her sister’s and mother’s suffering, but she was dutifully rubbing her clit and finger-fucking her pussy-hole and anus.
It all made Bart horny enough that his cock stayed hard. So instead of pulling out of Maggie’s asshole, he lifted the girl up and turned her over—carefully, so as to keep his cock buried in her ass. Now, her legs were in the air, her heels against Bart’s shoulders. Bart smiled down at his little sister’s tear-stained face; her lips were a grimace of discomfort at being so full of her brother’s seed, as well as his cock, which obscenely stretched her newly deflowered anus to its absolute limit.
“Here we go again, Maggie,” Bart said, and started pumping her slowly.
“Heh heh, that’s our stud-boy,” Selma said, even as she kept reaming Marge’s asshole with her vibrator. “He’s got stamina for days.”
“And loads of loads,” Patty added with a snicker.
Bart fucked Maggie slow, steady, and deep, watching delightedly as her over-full stomach sloshed and wobbled with his thrusts. Maggie’s whimpers combined with Marge’s grunts and groans were like beautiful music, punctuated by periodic snickering from Patty and Selma.
It was all wonderful. There was only one thing that could make it better. So he turned his head to look at his other sister.
“Lisa,” he said, “I’m putting on a hell of a show for you here. So I expect you to cum.”
Lisa looked at him with surprise. Bart had never given a damn about Lisa having an orgasm; he’d only ever cared about his own. Could she even do that, while her brother and aunts were watching, and while her little sister and mother were being raped right in front of her?
“I’m gonna keep fucking our little sister until you do,” Bart continued. “However long that takes. I mean, if I want to, I can bone Maggie’s sweet ass all night long. Literally.”
He heard Marge gasp in fear for her child, and he chuckled.
“So how long she suffers is up to you,” Bart said to Lisa. “And don’t try to fake it; you know I’ll know.”
Yes, this was just perfect. As Lisa closed her eyes and rubbed her clit more earnestly, Bart, still slow-fucking Maggie, looked into her mind.
“Wow, you still fantasize about Mr. Bergstrom? Is that new, or did you think about him like that even when you were eight? I mean, you’ve always been advanced for your age, so maybe even back then, you wished he would keep you after class and lock the door and shove his tongue-”
“Bart, please!” Lisa cried. “I’m trying to do what you want!”
“Okay, I won’t interrupt you anymore,” Bart said. Then, with a knife-edge smile he added, “As long as you fantasize about me.”
Lisa sighed and looked down. “Yes, Bart.”
Continuing to slowly pump the whining Maggie’s ass, Bart watched Lisa search through her memories. She landed on one from a month or two ago, when Bart had come into her room one morning and fucked her doggystyle in her bed. Bart didn’t remember that particular fuck—in the past three years, he’d banged Lisa more times than he could count—but apparently it was a special one for her. And looking at the memory, Bart immediately knew why: While he’d been plowing his sister’s eleven-year-old pussy hard and fast, Lisa had quietly had an orgasm.
God, this night was everything Bart had hoped for. It was a festival of violation: raping Maggie’s virgin asshole while his aunts raped both his mom’s fuckholes and while he reminded Lisa that she didn’t even have the privacy of her own mind.
The thought made him start to fuck Maggie a little faster. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she whimpered in time with his thrusts as Bart’s cum sloshed inside her.
“Good girl, Maggie,” Bart grunted. “Take that cock…”
Even as he continued to enjoy fucking Maggie, Bart kept a mental eye on Lisa. She had closed her eyes and was rubbing her clit to the memory of that doggy-style fuck. It was fascinating to know how much pleasure she had derived from being plowed with his thick pole that day, and how ashamed she’d felt about it afterward—especially because, apparently, today was not the first time she’d masturbated to that memory.
Maybe there’s hope for her yet, Bart thought.
He increased his fuck-pace a hair more, but he kept himself in check. He’d promised Lisa he was going to fuck Maggie until Lisa came, and he wasn’t about to ruin the game. Plus, the longer he plowed his baby sister’s ass, the bigger the cumload he could shoot into her at the end.
“Mmm, Maggie,” he murmured, looking down at the helpless little girl as he pumped her, “this feels really good. I’m gonna fuck you all the time from now on…”
“Lucky kid,” Patty remarked, shoving her vibrator extra-hard into Marge’s cunt and making her yelp.
“Yeah,” Selma agreed, forcing the entire length of her vibrator into Marge’s ass and then pushing the base in as far as her fingers could reach. “Kid wants to fill my ass up with cum, he doesn’t even have to call first.”
Bart found all of this deeply gratifying: his baby sister’s whimpering and screwed-shut eyes, the way his aunts were torturing his mom’s holes to the limit, and, especially, the faint moan that issued from Lisa’s lips as she began rubbing her clit faster.
Keeping time with Lisa, Bart fucked Maggie harder. Maggie’s whimpers and the sloshing sounds her belly made with each thrust grew louder, and her little fists tightened against her extreme discomfort.
“Oh, yeah, Maggie,” Bart breathed. “I love your tight little asshole…My next load’s gonna be even bigger than the first one…” The promise elicited an extra-loud whimper from the little girl.
Bart glanced at his aunts just long enough to say, “You can leave my mom alone now. I want her to watch this without being distracted.” Then he went back to gleefully watching Maggie’s tortured face and sloshing belly as he fucked her faster still. But he could hear Marge grunt as she forced the deeply buried vibrator out of her ass, and he heard the heavy device land with a thud on the rug.
“Oooooh…” Lisa moaned, rubbing her clit as fast as she could. “Oh God…Oh God…OHHHHHHH!”
Bart fucked Maggie’s ass as hard, fast, and deep as possible. Tears streamed from the four-year-old’s squeezed-shut eyes, and her previously rhythmic whimpers merged into one long, loud whine.
“Here…we go…Maggie…” Bart grunted. “Gonna…give you…the biggest…load…ever…”
Now, Marge came to the realization that Bart had hoped she would.
“Bart, no!” she cried. “She’s too full already! She’ll die!”
“I…guess…we’ll…see,” Bart grunted, closing his eyes as orgasm approached.
“Bart, please, pull out before you cum!” Marge pled. “You can shoot it all over me, or down my throat, or up my ass, or whatever you want, just please don’t shoot it in Maggie!”
Bart opened his eyes just long enough to drink in the terror on his mother’s face. Then he closed them again as he shouted, “Too…fucking…LATE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Deep inside Maggie’s ass, cum burst from Bart’s cock in huge spurts, rushing into the girl’s already full bowels. Her belly swelled even more, and the girl’s whine grew louder and louder as her fullness became painful and then unbearable.
“BART, PLEASE!” Marge screamed.
And then, with a thought, Bart switched places with his mother, teleporting her in front of Maggie and himself to Maggie’s side. Cum exploded from the bloated child’s gaping asshole and splashed hard against Marge’s body, completely coating her tits and belly. At the same time, Bart fired the rest of his load at Marge’s face, and the sheer volume of it made her cough and choke as though she were near drowning.
Finally, Bart’s climax ended. He stood panting and holding his cock; even now, his seed leaked from it copiously and soaked into the rug. These dregs of his load were more than most men could produce in an entire cumshot. Patty and Selma applauded.
“What a show!” Selma shouted.
“You sure know how to throw a party, Bart,” Patty agreed.
Bart smiled and took a little bow. Then, before his gasping mother could even think to move, he grabbed her by the hair, which was so soaked with cum that it had fallen down around her face, and made her look up at him. He held up his other hand, and a set of three rubber dildos appeared in it, each of a different girth.
“Make sure Maggie’s got one of those up her cunt for at least three hours a day,” Bart instructed. “I want that pussy of hers ready for my cock in three weeks, no more.”
This wasn’t at all necessary, of course; Bart could simply have wished for Maggie’s pussy to be capable of taking his member. But it would be so much more fun to make his mom force a dildo into her own four-year-old daughter day after day, hating to do it but knowing that it would be much worse for Maggie if she didn’t.
Bart reached down and put his hand on Maggie’s now-deflated stomach, which moved up and down rapidly as the little girl panted and sobbed.
“Congrats on your first fuck, Maggie,” he said. “You and my cock are gonna have a great life together.”
Then he looked to his aunts and smiled. “Now, I see a couple horny, pregnant cows that need a good fuck from their bull.”
“Fuck yeah!” Patty shouted, shucking off her panties from beneath her miniskirt.
“Damn straight!” Selma agreed, doing the same.
Bart grinned. This was a great night.
End of Part II
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