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My Wish Is Your Command	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 60459 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
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Part III
Chapter 7: The Best Way to Start the Day
Bart Simpson, age eighteen, was having a great year. He’d just become a high school senior despite not having done a lick of homework or passed an exam since the fourth grade. For Bart, school was mainly a place to humiliate teachers and fuck girls in the bathroom, the girls’ locker room, or pretty much anyplace he wanted.
Life at home was going nicely, too. Bart had ultimately been disappointed with how Lisa’s puberty had turned out, because although the girl had retained the nice ass she’d had at age eleven, her tits hadn’t grown to even a handful. Fortunately, Mother Nature no longer had the final say in such things, so Bart had wished his sister’s breasts into a more pleasing form. Now, they were bigger than grapefruits, and no less round. He’d also made them impossibly firm and buoyant, which added to their apparent size. Her nipples were prominent enough to be readily visible through the thin fabric of the immodest tops Bart required Lisa to wear daily—braless, of course, as her better-than-natural breasts needed no external support.
This morning, Bart was standing in the front hallway and admiring his handiwork as Lisa came down the stairs. The sixteen-year-old was wearing a crop top in the same shade of red as the dresses she’d used to wear as a child, and the thin fabric showed off her round breasts and perky nipples in delightful detail. Below that, Lisa had on a pair of cutoff jeans shorts that clung tightly to her butt. Bart had also modified this part of his sister to his exact taste, making her ass a bit wider and curvier than it would have been otherwise. Thus, Lisa’s torso now had a perfect hourglass shape.
“Morning, Leese,” Bart said. “You’re looking fuckable today.”
“Thank you, Bart,” the girl replied by rote. Even after years of subjugation and taking her brother’s cock literally thousands of times in every hole, she’d never fully embraced her role as Bart’s sex slave.
Following just behind Lisa, Maggie came down the stairs. Like her big sister, the nine-year-old was wearing one of several ensembles Bart had chosen for her: a tube top that was little more than a baby-blue ribbon around the girl’s flat chest, and a black micro-miniskirt that allowed any onlooker a peek at the girl’s hot-pink thong panties with every step Maggie took. Around her neck, she wore a gold chain from which a pacifier dangled.
“Morning, Maggie,” Bart said. “Hey, what’s the best way to start the day?”
Flatly, the girl replied, “With your cock in my mouth.”
“C’mon,” Bart said, “how ‘bout a little enthusiasm? You know you love sucking my dick. Besides, I just made the hall carpet more comfy for you to kneel on. So get down there and get to work.”
“Yes, Bart.”
Maggie knelt in front of Bart as he unbuttoned his shorts and took out his cock. Even half-hard, it was as thick as a firehose these days, and the prepubescent girl had to use both hands to bring its peach-sized head to her mouth.
“That’s it,” Bart said. Then, repeating words he’d said to Maggie regularly since she was a toddler, he added, “Now open wide, here comes the choo-choo.”
Maggie certainly opened wide—as wide as she possibly could, which was necessary if she was to take her brother’s huge cock into her mouth without her teeth making contact with it. She knew what kind of penalty awaited her if she ever made that mistake again.
With skill born of years of very regular practice, Maggie wrapped her lips tightly around Bart’s cock, then began to move her head forward and back. And over the next few minutes, she gradually took more and more of his shaft into her mouth on each stroke.
“Damn, Maggie,” Bart breathed. “Nobody sucks cock like you, not even most grown women. Now, swallow it down; I wanna fuck your throat.”
As skilled a cocksucker as Maggie had become, deepthroating her brother’s thick member still frightened her. It always made her feel like she was on the verge of asphyxiation, and that Bart’s extremely unpredictable sense of mercy was all that stood between her and ending up a blue-faced corpse on the rug.
So Maggie didn’t swallow Bart’s cock. She just looked up at her brother with big, pleading eyes as she kept bobbing her head, hoping he would change his mind and let her get him off this way.
She should have known better, of course. As Bart looked down at Maggie, the only effect her beseeching look had on him was to cause his patience to evaporate.
“Goddammit, I said swallow!” Bart shouted.
He grabbed hold of Maggie’s head and shoved his hips forward, forcing his thick cock down the girl’s throat. Maggie gagged and flailed her arms, but that didn’t stop Bart from shoving his full twelve inches down her and then brutally raping her face until he came, shooting so much cum into her mouth and throat that it went up into her sinuses and leaked copiously from her nose.
It wasn’t usual for Bart to fly into a rage; being all-powerful generally meant that you could remove anything in your environment that was likely to upset you. But it frustrated Bart to no end that Maggie, whom he’d been training for years, still hesitated to do as he told her. By all rights, she more than any girl in the world should be his unquestioning, leg-spreading, cock-swallowing sex slave. And while Bart could easily make her that, doing so would defeat the whole purpose of the exercise, because the one challenge that Bart had set for himself was shaping the minds of the women and girls who were central to his life without resorting to using his powers.
Of course, this unacceptable behavior was not all Maggie’s fault, so she wouldn’t be the only one punished this morning. But first things first.
“Now,” Bart panted, his cockhead still in Maggie’s mouth, “let’s try this again. Remember your technique, and don’t forget to maintain eye contact.”
Dutifully, Maggie began bobbing her head again, this time looking up at Bart.
“That’s it,” Bart said. “That’s my girl…”
She sucked him until he was fully hard again. Then, as Bart looked down at her expectantly, she made a loud gulp and took his cock down her throat, pushing her head forward until she had swallowed him to the balls.
Tears began streaming from Maggie’s eyes—Bart had learned long ago that girls did this reflexively when you shoved a dick down their throat—but she didn’t break eye contact with him. Instead, she continued bobbing her head, massaging Bart’s entire cocklength with her lips, tongue, and throat.
“Yeah, now you’re doing it,” Bart breathed. “Good little cocksucker…”
She really was good at this when she applied herself. One day, Bart thought, he would start a cocksucking school for young girls and make Maggie the chief instructor.
As Maggie continued pleasuring him, Bart caught a glimpse of Lisa through the kitchen doorway. She was probably talking to Marge.
“Lisa,” he commanded, “get out here and watch me fuck Maggie’s throat.”
With a barely audible sigh, Lisa came into the front hallway and stood sideways to Bart and Maggie. Lisa knew Bart would be aware if she didn’t watch every moment of the action.
Bart again took hold of Maggie’s head, but he was gentler this time as he fucked her face, only gradually speeding up until he fired another big load into her young body. This time, he made sure that his cock was at full depth when he came, with his balls on Maggie’s chin and her nose in his pubes, such that his cum all went straight down into her stomach instead of escaping into her airway. This was Bart’s version of mercy, even if it made his youngest sister’s tummy swell up like she was six months pregnant.
When Bart finished, he pulled his thick cock from Maggie’s throat and let the gasping girl fall on her side. She was clearly struggling to keep from puking, knowing how upset Bart would be if she wasted his seed by spewing it on the floor. Plus, if she did that, she would have to clean it up—probably naked on her hands and knees while being fucked by Santa’s Little Helper II, a horny mastiff to whom Bart had given an outsized cock with a pussy-destroying knot.
Bart now turned to Lisa.
“It took two tries before she swallowed my cock right,” he said. “That’s your fault. Every other girl Maggie’s age knows that when Bart Simpson tells you to swallow his dick, you swallow his dick. But you’ve been a bad role model.”
He walked around behind Lisa. “It’s time you got serious about teaching Maggie how to be an obedient little cum-dump. So I’m gonna give you a chance to set a good example for her.”
Bart led his sisters into the living room, then turned to Lisa.
“Drop the shorts and bend over the coffee table. I’m sending you to school with a nice, big load in your ass.”
“Bart…please…” Lisa said, taking a step back. “You’re too big now…it really hurts when you do that…”
“Did you think I was asking you?” Bart replied curtly. “Now, shorts down, ass up, unless you want to lose another Snowball. What Roman numeral are we on now, nine?”
Defeated, Lisa pulled down her tight red shorts and the lacy red panties beneath. Then she sank to her knees and bent forward until her forearms and her ample chest rested on the coffee table.
“Maggie,” Bart said, “watch and learn.”
Bart didn’t waste any time; even after cumming twice, he’d already gotten hard again thinking about ass-fucking Lisa in front of Maggie. So he put his fist-sized cockhead at her tiny pink opening and pushed, forcing his sister’s asshole open wider than nature had ever intended. Then his shaft began to sink into Lisa’s ass.
“Please, Bart, it hurts so much,” the girl begged tearfully.
“‘Course it does,” Bart replied. “That’s why it’s so fun.” Then he looked at Maggie. “If my cock hurts Lisa’s teenage asshole, imagine how much it would hurt yours.”
He pushed until he’d buried all twelve inches of his monstrous member in her ass. Then, as he started to fuck his sister’s asshole slowly, he reached into the pocket of his discarded shorts and pulled out his phone.
“Now turn your head and look at me,” he said. “I wanna send Milhouse a pic, and your face and your ass both need to be in it.”
Lisa obeyed, and Bart took several pics with his phone until he got one where both Lisa’s pain-stricken face and her over-stretched asshole were in frame and in focus. Then he put the phone down and put both hands on Lisa’s ass, getting a good grip so he could fuck her faster and harder.
These days, each of Bart’s testes was the size of a pool ball, which meant that they could produce sperm in greater quantities than the balls of any other dozen men alive. Bart was going to love shooting a big load into his sister’s helpless bowels. In fact, he realized that he wanted a larger audience for that event.
“Hey, Marge!” he shouted, having stopped calling her ‘Mom’ when he was fourteen. “Bring Pussy out here!”
Marge emerged from the kitchen, holding the hand of the five-year-old Priscilla—the child Bart had fucked into Marge years earlier. Bart never called her by her actual name.
He had taken control of his daughter’s physical development while she was still in the womb, determining not only what features she would be born with but also deciding the entire course of her maturation from infant to adult. Thus, Priscilla was every bit as adorable as Maggie had been at that age, but she also was already showing signs of future sexiness: In addition to her big, pretty eyes and lustrous golden hair, she had full lips, a tight little bubble butt, and large nipples that were clearly visible through the fabric of her yellow sundress. This last feature presaged the big breasts that the girl would develop in her adolescence—which, Bart had decided, would begin at age eight.
“Come close, Pussy,” he said, “and watch me fuck your Aunt Lisa’s ass.”
The little girl ambled over, standing opposite Maggie, and watched with interest as her father’s thick pole slid in and out of Lisa’s overstressed asshole.
“Mom, you come watch, too,” Bart said, still casually pumping the whimpering Lisa’s ass. “Kneel down next to Pussy.”
Resignedly, Marge came and knelt next to the five-year-old. But she didn’t close her eyes or look away; eight years as Bart’s human sex toy had numbed her, even to the sight of her daughter being anally raped.
“Mmm, this feels good,” Bart said as he slow-fucked his sister’s ass. Looking at his daughter, he added, “Almost as good as when I fucked you into your mom. And she sure as hell liked it, didn’t you, Mom?”
Marge reddened slightly; of all the things she’d been forced to do since Bart had gotten his powers, getting pregnant by him had been the most shameful, the most deeply humiliating. Not merely because Marge had been forced to have a child by her own son, but because—as Bart liked to point out—she had been unable to hide how aroused she’d gotten the night he fucked his baby into her unprotected womb. Patty and Selma, whom Bart had also knocked up that same night, still mocked her for it occasionally.
“Daddy,” Pussy said, “are you gonna cum in Aunt Lisa’s ass?”
“Oh, you know I am,” Bart replied. “Hey, did you know that when you were a baby, I used to fill your bottles with my cum and make your mommy feed it to you?”
She grinned at him. “I know.”
“And you liked it, too,” Bart said. “Because you’re Daddy’s special little whore.”
Her face went from grinning to beaming.
“Now,” Bart said, “let’s see how much cum I can shoot in Aunt Lisa’s ass.”
He fucked Lisa harder and harder, until his heavy balls were audibly slapping against her pussy on every thrust. Lisa’s rhythmic whimpers grew loud, which made Bart fuck her faster and harder still.
“Cum in her ass, Daddy!” Pussy cheered. “Cum in her ass a lot!”
Excited by both his daughter’s enthusiasm and her apparent indifference to Lisa’s suffering, Bart fucked his sister at full force, making her curvy ass jiggle with every impact from his hips.
“Here it comes…” he growled. “Here…it…NnnnnnggggggYAAAAAAAAH!”
Gripping Lisa’s curvy yellow hips in his hands, he thrust every last millimeter of his outsized cock up her ass and shot a load deep inside her. This being his third cumshot of the day, it didn’t fill Lisa’s belly to bursting, but her tummy still hung a bit lower beneath her.
Afterward, Bart only needed a moment to get his breath back. Then, his cock still balls-deep, he put his lips to the panting, whining Lisa’s ear.
“The next time Maggie doesn’t do what she’s told,” he whispered, “I’ll punish you before I punish her. And I’ll really take my time, too. I’ll shoot a load up your ass so big that you’ll spend the rest of the day in the bathroom trying to get it all out.”
On the word “out,” he pulled his cock from Lisa’s ass. Cum dripped copiously onto the shorts and panties around Lisa’s knees. At the same time, Bart hotdogged her for several seconds, using Lisa’s ass-cheeks to get some of the cum off his shaft.
The moment Bart let Lisa up, she pulled up her shorts and panties—which were soaked through with semen—and started for the stairs.
“No,” Bart said, stopping Lisa in her tracks. “No cleanup. You go to school as is.”
Her gaze fell to the floor. “Yes, Bart.”
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