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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1
By : Firewalk
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Episode 7 – The Good, The Bad and The Horny Part 1
The two Futurama cops pushed Bart Simpson into Principle Lois griffins office without knocking.
“Well shit,” the Robot Cop said taking in the scene, “If it ain't just one of those days.”
A naked Gwen Tennyson, the teenaged version from the later series, was on all fours in the middle of the office floor. Lois griffin knelt behind the unfortunate girl fucking her with a strap-on dildo.
Bart couldn't see what hole the fake penis was in, but looking at the tears streaming down Gwen's cheeks he was willing to guess. His principal was only wearing a suit jacket, it hung open showing off her large breasts. Chris Griffin and Nelson were standing on either side of Lois's desk watching the scene with blank expressions.
“One last time,” Lois shouted, grabbing a hand full of Gwen's red hair, “What the hell is it they're all looking for?”
“I told you, I don't know” the girl sobbed.
“God you're useless,” Lois cursed and leaned down, dragging her face across the naked teenager's back. Bart realized she'd laid out several long lines of cocaine down Gwen's back.
“What the fuck do you two want?” Lois demanded, noticing the two cops. Then she spotted Bart and gave him a smile that chilled his blood. “Bart Simpson, perfect. Chris pay off the pigs.”
Chris picked up a large wad of cash from the desk and gave it to the Robot Cop with a bright smile. “Here you go tin man,” he said pleasantly.
“Racist mother fucker,” the robot replied snatching the money.
The two left quickly not looking back.
Lois looked Bart right in the eye as she continued to fuck Gwen's ass.
“So Bart,” she said with malevolent glee. “I seem to recall telling you that if I saw you in here again I would do bad things to your tight little ass hole.”
She slapped Gwen's ass hard and drove the strap on deep inside her to emphasize her point.
“Please miss, I was just late,” Bart said desperately, he really didn't want to swap places with Gwen. “I missed the bus, I was going to get a taxi but my Mum didn't have any money.”
Lois took another long line of Gwen's back shouting, “Bullshit,” when she was done.
“But Mrs. Griffin,” Bart tried again.
“Listen you little worm shit,” Lois fixed Bart with a crazed glare. “This little bitch is getting off lightly compared to what I'm going to do to you. I'm gonna make you sequel like a little piggy.”
Looking utterly insane as she grabbed a hold of Gwen's ass cheeks digging her nails into them as hard as she could.
Gwen cried out in pain then pulled forward trying to escape her grasp. She pulled herself clean off of the dildo, falling to the ground spilling the coke off her back.
“Stupid slut,” Lois swore at her, looking angrily at the spilled white powder. Controlling herself, she shrugged and fixed Bart with another cold look. “It doesn't matter, I've got a new piggy to play with. How about it Bart, ready to have your ass split in two?”
Bart swallowed hard, genuinely terrified. “Please, we can work something out. What do you want? I'll do anything.”
Lois considered this for a moment, “Boy's, have a bit of fun with Miss Tennyson, “Bart and I are going to have a little chat.”

Nelson walked over to Gwen and unceremoniously grabbed her by the ankle. She didn't resist as he dragged her over to the corner of the room where Chris was waiting, his cock already out. In a matter of seconds, she was on all fours again, this time being spit-roasted by the two hall monitors.
“So,” Lois said malevolently, dragging Barts's attention back to her. “You want to make a deal to save that tight little sphincter of yours? I may have a job for you.”
Sparing a quick glance at the rough treatment Gwen was receiving, Bart quickly said, “I'll do it, whatever it is.”
“Good little piggy,” Lois purred. “I need a little stoolie bitch working for me. Two of the most dangerous gangs in this hell hole have been tearing the place apart recently looking for,” she paused, “Something.”
“What?” Bart asked instinctively.
“If I knew that I'd just say, wouldn't I,” Lois shouted, instantly furious. “All I know is it's big, I can always feel it when something big is going down. If the real heavy hitters are looking for this thing, then I need to find it first.”
Bart's attention slid away from his principal to the scene in the corner of the office. Nelson was plowing into Gwen's arse hole with a cold, business-like frenzy. She would probably have been protesting, but Chris had her face pressed down into his cock.
“Are you listening?” Lois shouted and Bart's eye's snapped back to her, “Unless you want to be in that little slut's position you're going to find me whatever they're looking for by the end of the day.”
Bart felt as if he'd missed something. “But,” he asked desperately, “I don't even know who it is you're talking about. I don't know any of the gangs around here, it's just my second day.”
“I ain't your nursemaid kid,” Lois said dismissively. “Either you figure it out for yourself, or you'll be gagging on a cock by the end of the day. Boy's finish up over there, Bart here needs to be escorted back to class.”
Both hall monitors had incredible control over their own bodily functions. On cue, both pulled out of Gwen and instantly sprayed spunk all over her. Nelson plastered her ass and back and Chris painted her face in cum. They let her fall limply to the floor when they were done and pulled their shorts back up.

The two hall monitors advanced on Bart and grabbed a shoulder each.
“Relax guys,” Bart tried to protest as they dragged him out of the office.
Principle Griffin pulled the strap-on cock off throwing it aside, “Right Miss Tennyson, you've got a pussy to munch before your getting out of here.”
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“Come on,” Bart said when they were four or five corridors away from the Principles office. “It's me, you banged my damned Mum last night.”
“Sorry Bart,” Nelson said still holding his arm tight, “Boss's orders.”
“I liked your Mum's mouth,” Chris said conversationally, not loosening his grip either, “But my mum's scary.”
“Why the hell do you two even work for her?” Bart asked, giving up struggling.
“She pays,” Nelson shrugged, “And I get my hole.”

“Plenty of people pay,” Bart countered, “And I can get you laid too man.”
Nelson was clearly considering this when the trio turned a corner and stopped suddenly.
“Hello, boys,” a brightly clothed figure said from the middle of the corridor.
The teenaged Harley Quinn was dressed in her more modern Suicide Squid outfit. A pair of tinny red and blue shorts, a red and blue leather jacket, and a tight white T-shirt. The outfit showed off a lot of pale white skin, and the T-shirt was so tight Bart could see the nipples crowning her big double D breasts.

“We don't want any trouble,” Nelson said quickly.
Harley Quinn just played with her Blue and Red tipped bunches and blew a large pink gum bubble.
“Oh you won't get any trouble for me,” she said sweetly. She gave them a wink and lifted up her T-shirt, flashing her big round tits. “I'm just the diversion.”
“Oh fu,” Nelson Started to turn, but it was too late. Green vines twisted around Chris and his ankles, pulling them into the air.
In seconds both hall monitors hung from the ceiling, bound and gagged by long thin vines. Poison Ivy stepped out from behind a locker and tossed Harley Quinn her baseball bat.

Poison Ivy wore a simple green leotard with a few vines around her wrists and ankles as jewelry. Despite the simple outfit the hazel-eyed brunette was gorgeous and oozed sex appeal.
“Is this the one?” she asked walking up to Bart and running a hand down his back.
“Oh yeah,” Harley replied, her tit's still out, “It's him.”

“What's me?” Bart asked suspiciously.
“A friend of ours would like a chat with you,” Poison Ivy told him, still rubbing a hand sensually over his back.
“What if I don't want to go,” Bart asked. His encounter with Principle Griffin had left him feeling defiant.

Harley Quinn moved closer so her bare breasts were inches from his face, “I'll do you a deal,” she said brightly, jiggling her breasts in his face. “If you're good and come with us, I'll let you play with these.”
Her expression darkened, “But if you're bad, I'll let you play with this,” she smacked the baseball bat into her hand a few times.
Bart made a show of thinking about it, before saying “I'll take the tit's doll face, feel free to keep them out.”
Harley laughed loudly at that and took his hand leading him away, her T-shirt still up over her breasts.
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Once again Bart was amazed by how much the school really had changed since the big smoosh. The maze of corridors seemed to go on forever, but Bart was realizing there were distinct differences between them. Mostly it was little things, like the styles and colors of the lockers changed from time to time.
Occasionally the differences were larger, corridors with traditional stone cobbles and wrought iron lockers or shinning white floors with strange futuristic digital signs. The area the two villainesses eventually stopped in was what he would have called, post-apocalyptic sheek.
“We're here,” Harley said, spinning round in circled, her arms spread wide, big tits still out.
“They're not here yet,” Poison Ivy noted dryly, looking up and down the corridor.
“Where the hell are we?” Bart asked, looking around “This place is even shittier than the rest of the school.”
“The corridors go on for miles and miles and miles,” Harley told him brightly. “We like it down here because it's nice and quiet. We can do whatever we want and no one will hear.”
Bart chooses to overlook the sinister undertones of her statement and change the subject.

“So, I do believe we had a deal,” he rubbed his hand together eagerly eyeing Harley's large breasts.
“Or we could just tie you up,” Ivy suggested dryly.
“Come on,” Harley pleaded, “We might as well use him while he still works.”
“Wait,” Bart couldn't ignore that one. “What do you mean while I wo,”
Before he could finish his sentence two vines whipped out from either side, wrapping wound his wrists and stretching him taught.
“Come on ladies,” he winced, his arms felt like they were being pulled from their sockets, “I'm sure we can be civil about this.”
“Relax kid,” Poison said tugging his shorts down to his ankles, her eyebrow raised slightly. “Well you are a big boy, you might be worth having a little fun with after all.”
“Don't worry sweetie,” Harley Quinn hugged Bart's face onto her pale breast. “We've been told to take care of you till the other arrive.”
“Well, I guess you'd better take care of me,” Bart motor boating Harley lightly. He knew he should be worried, the two clearly had something sinister planned for him. But as Poison Ivy took his cock in her hand and started massaging it, he found it hard to give a damn.
Harleys kept her large soft breast pressed against Bart as she sunk slowly to her knees. She opened her mouth and taking in the tip of Barts's cock. Poison Ivy continued to rub it as Harley sucked, more of her vines slowly wrapped around Bart massaging his entire body.
Harley Quinn sucked with enthusiasm, moving Ivy's hands so she could take him deeper. Soon she was taking his entire manhood deep in her throat, making throaty glugging sounds as she moved up and down. Long strings of saliva trailed down from her mouth, coating her pale breasts.
“He's got a nice cock” she commented, pausing her sucking “I hope it's still there when they're done with him.”

“Jesus,” Bart cursed, “Saying things like that makes it really hard to enjoy this.”
“Shut it meat,” Poison Ivy whispered cruelly in his ear, sinking slowly down on her own knees and taking her turn blowing Bart.
She started sucking with far less passion than Harley, using short economic bobs of her head. Every so often she would stop to kiss and lick his yellow tip, but she let her hands do most of the work.
“It'll be OK baby,” Harley assured Bart, standing pressing her boobs into his face again, “We'll take good care of you.”
Bart latched his face onto one of her nipples, sucking on them as Poison Ivy sucked him.
“How god yeah,” Harley wailed excitedly, “Baby want to suck mommy's big boobs.”
Even in the middle of this mess of pleasure and fear, Bart could help but note that Harley Quinn was fucking insane.
“Now that the little punks good and hard,” Poison Ivy said stopping sucking, “Let's really make use of him.”
Two of her vines snaked out and wrapped around Bart's ankles. Suddenly he was pulled flat onto his back hitting his head on the floor. All four vines pulled tight, holding him spread-eagled across the floor.
“Ouch,” he complained, and Harley dropped to the ground next to him cuddling his head back into her tit's.
“Did baby have a boo-boo?” she coed to him.
“Don't get too attached,” Poison Ivy advised Harley, “God knows what's about to happen to him.”
More of her green vines appeared twisting around her body and neatly pulling her leotard off. Bellow the green fabric she had a fantastic body, with breasts only a little smaller than Harley's and a neat brown pubic triangle.
“Just make sure he stays hard while I have some fun,” Ivy smiled down at the helpless Bart, her arms folded under her breasts.
“All these sinister comments really make it hard for a guy to stay in the moment,” Bart told them but was completely ignored.
Poison Ivy straddled the boy giving his still erect cock a few more rubs before guiding it inside herself. She started pulsing herself up and down rapidly, her vines twisted around her body as she fucked, playing with her nipples and massaging her clit. One vine wrapped around her neck choking her slightly.
Asphyxiation was clearly Ivy's thing because the tighter the vine wrapped around her throat the faster she fucked.
While Poison Ivy rode Barts's cock, Harley Quinn continued to pull his face into her breasts letting him suck on her nipples.
“Do you like sucking on mommy's big tits?” she asked. “Do want to taste her pussy?”
Her kinky role play might have turned Bart on more if he hadn't actually fucked his mother only an hour ago. On the other hand, she was definitely a psychopath so he played along.
“Yes please,” he replied in a dry monotone, “Can I please lick Mommy's pussy.”
“Oh you're a bad little baby,” she stood up, working her little red and blue shorts down. She had a tinny pubic triangle, one half died blue, the other red to match her bunches. “Now make it good or I'll cut your tongue out,” she added as she squatted over Bart, her motherly routine evaporating.
She pressed her pussy down onto Bart's face and he started licking as if his life depended on it, which it probably did. Harley switched back to her mum act as fast as she'd abandoned it.
“God yeah,” she screamed, “Baby knows how to eat Mommy out.”
Squished between the two women, Bart couldn't help but feel a bit like the unfortunate Gwen Tennyson, forced into a strange reverse spit roast.
The two used Bart like this for a while before Poison Ivy whose face was now a deep dark purple started to bounce up and down much faster.
Without being able to breathe she didn't make much of a noise when she climaxed. Her back just bucked and she threw her head back, the vine unwrapping from around her neck.
Harley moaned and groaned, gripping Bart's hair and rubbing herself onto his outstretched tongue. “Mommy's going to cum, Mommy's going to cum.” she repeated over and over until she came to her own, far louder climax.
“Great,” Ivy said, her vines pulling her leotard back on, “I'm done with him, the others can do whatever the hell they like now.”
“But he didn't get to cum,” Harley noted in a sulky tone.
“Like I care if he finishes,” Ivy sighed, “But if it means that much to you.”
The vines around Bart's ankles and wrists unraveled releasing him.
“Look, are you going to tell me who these ominous, others, are?” he asked, trying to rub some life back into his wrists.
“I could,” Harley smiled, “Or you could fuck the shit out of me.” She lay down on her back opening her legs invitingly.
“Damn it,” Bart swore, there was no way he could refuse an offer like that.
“Come on, fuck your Mommy till her eyeballs pop out,” Harley said as Bart climbed on top of her.
Trying no shake that picture from his mind he quickly guided himself inside her soaking wet pussy.
“That's a good little baby,” she cooed as he thrust himself inside her “Give momma your big fat cock.”
Bart fucked her hard, letting his pent-up anger at the situation take control.
“That's it,” Harley moaned, “I've been a bad mommy punish me, slap my tit's”

“What?” Bart asked confused.
“Slap those damned titties around or I'll bite your pecker off” Harley growled, her sweet persona slipping again.
“Right you are,” Bart agreed and started slapping her big breast with hard open-palmed strikes. Her breasts bounced into each other and from side to side with every blow.

“Now pull my hair and call me slut,” Harley demanded, her voice still angry and crazed.
“You are one crazy slut,” Bart told her honestly. He grabbed a handful of her hair and fucked her even faster, eager for this madness to be over.
“Are you going to cum for Mommy?” Harley asked switching her personalities yet again. “Is baby going to paint my face with his cum?”
“If it gets me away from your crazy ass, then yeah,” Bart said pulling out of her and moving down to stand over her face.
“That's it,” she encouraged him, as he beat himself off. “Paint my face with your cum, give mommy every last drop.”
Grunting Bart blew his load over her waiting face. Harley opened her mouth, eagerly trying to catch as much as she could on her tongue as sting after sting rained down on her.
When Bart thought he was all done she leaned up and took his cock in her mouth again, sucking every last drop out.
“Yum yum,” she said licking as much as she could from around her lips, “I love a healthy nutritious meal.”
“Finally,” a new voice said from out of Barts's line of sight, “I didn't think that cracker would ever finish. I guess he owes us two hundred dollars now.”
“Oh shit,” Bart Swore recognizing Roberta's voice.
“Hi Boss,” Harley said brightly.

“Roberta?” Bart asked surprised, “She's your boss?”

“No silly,” Harley laughed, “She is.”
A huge black spectral hand picked Bart up off the ground holding him in mid-air.
“Hi, Bart,” Raven from Teen Titans said, “I see you've... met, my associates.” She smiled darkly, “We're the Bad Girls, and you owe us a whole lot of money.”

The Giant hand smashed Bart off the ceiling and everything went dark.
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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