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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1
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Episode 8 – The Good, The Bad and the Horny Part 2
Bart Simpson opened his eyes sleepily in bed. His Mum sat next to him gently rocking his shoulder.

“Bart,” she whispered sweetly, “You need to wake up now.”

“Geez,” Bart replied feeling dazed, “I had the weirdest dream. I was in this really weird school, my principal was threatening me and there were these bad girls.”
“Yes,” Marge smiled, pulling down her top and letting her huge yellow tits flop out. “All that really happened.”
“Wait what?” Bart asked, as his Mum slid a hand under the bedsheet, finding his cock.
“Does baby want to suck on Mommy's tit's,” she asked pushing her large breasts into his face.
That reminded Bart of something but he couldn't quite remember what, he just latched onto his Mothers tit, sucking eagerly.
“The thing is, this isn't real,” Marge continued still jerking Bart off as she talked. “This is a dream. Principle Griffin did threaten you into finding something for her. You did meet the Bad Girls. In fact, right now Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Roberta, and Raven from The Teen Titans, are all beating you half to death.”
This all sounded very familiar to Bart, but it was hard to care as Marge pulled the bed sheets off and lay her face right next to his cock.
She ran her tongue from his shaft all the way to the tip, before looking him in the eyes saying, “Wake up.”
“But, I don't want to,” Bart protested as she opened her mouth ready to start sucking.
But rather than taking his cock she said, “Wake the fuck up, now bitch.”
“Can't I just stay here a little longer,” Bart pleaded, but the world around him was already falling away into darkness.
The last thing he saw was his cock exploding with cum, showering Marge's face and mouth.
“You'd better wake the fuck up,” his Mum said again in someone else's voice.
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“I said, Wake the fuck up,” Roberta shouted slapping Bart hard in the face.
He opened his eyes again, this time to be greeted by a world of pain. He was hanging in mid-air, held up by a giant black spectral hand. Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy leaning nonchalantly on the lockers at the edge of the corridor, while Roberta rained down punches and slaps on him.

“I'm going to ask you one more time,” Roberta shouted, hitting him yet again, “Where's my money bitch?”
“Oh, hi Roberta,” Bart groaned and flashed her a weak smile, “I was just looking for you. Do I still owe you some money or something?”
The black girl lunged at him again, but a blast of Raven's magic caught her and threw her back.

“Easy Roberta, let's not beat him to death just yet.” Raven gave Bart a thin smile, “Where are our manners? We haven't even introduced ourselves. Bart, we're the Bad Girls.”
“Yeah I figured that bit out,” Bart replied, “I guess the name, Slut Girls, had already been taken.”
“You're funny,” Raven told him dryly, adding, “I don't like funny.”
“I could try charming,” Bart offered. This earned a genuine smirk from Raven before the giant hand smashed him off the floor, then the ceiling.
“I'll stick to funny then,” Bart gasped when the world stopped spinning.
“Boy, I could just beat you all day long,” Raven mused and the hand squeezed the breath out of Bart. “But, sadly, I have a use for you,” the hand loosened its grip.
“Bart Simpson, gigolo extortionary, at your service,” Bart wheezed attempting to smile. This time the hand smashed him off the lockers at either side, sending the other Bad Girls running for cover.
“Listen to me very carefully, Bart,” Raven said in a threatening whisper, “You owe us money. You don't want to owe us money. So either you do a little job for us, or I'll beat you to death and leave your body for the rats.”
Bart's ribs were begging him not to be cheeky anymore so he said, “Don't tell me, you need me to find something for you.”
“Wow,” Raven looked a little impressed. “I'd heard you were a real ignoramus, but maybe I was wrong.”
“Look I ain't no lizard,” Bart scowled. “Can you at least tell me what I'm looking for?”
“Yeah, you'll do nicely, “Raven nodded with a thin smile. “In fact, I can tell you, you'll be looking for my spellbook.”
Bart stared at her blankly for a moment, before erupting, “All this for a damned book.”

Raven' changed in a heartbeat, her eye glowed red with hellfire and her mouth became a gaping fanged maw.
“It is not just a book,” she roared in a dark daemonic voice.
Quickly the Teen Titan regained control of herself and the fires in her eyes extinguished. The other Bad girls had their backs pressed against the lockers, terrified expressions on their faces.
“It is not just a book” she repeated in a far calmer voice. “Without it, I can only operate at a fraction of my true power. It's loss, vexes me”

“No problem sweat heart,” Bart assured her, “A simple fetch and carry job, just tell me where it is?”
“If I knew that, don't you think I'd simply get it myself,” Raven roared her eyes burning again, but only for a moment. “The person who stole it hid it very well,” she continued calmer.
“Great, no help from you either then,” Bart tried to shrug, but the hand held him too tight.
“I'll give you a little concoction of Poison Ivy's,” Ravens said, a red vial floated out of her hand and into Barts's pocket. “It will make anyone who sniffs it, very eager to help you, or do anything you want.” She gave him another thin smile, “I'm sure you'll find a use for it.”
“Great,” Bart gave a half-smile, “Any other tips or should I just go around asking everyone I meet if they've seen a magical book.”
“You could try asking your sister,” Raven suggested, turning her back on him.
“Lisa?” Bart started to ask, but the hand smashed him of both lockers again, then off the ceiling and the floor, before throwing him like a baseball straight down the corridor.
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“Wake up,” someone whispered gently in Bart's ear, gently rocking his shoulder.
He kept his eye's closed tight. Regaining consciousness hadn't worked out well last time. Every one of his bones still ached.
“It's OK,” the voice insisted, “You're in the school medical room.”

Deciding it was probably safe Bart opened his eyes. “Jinkies,” he said recognizing the Nurse instantly.
“Good, you're awake,” Velma from Scooby-Doo asked with a smile.
The geeky detective had changed her yellow turtle-neck for a nurse's uniform, a very slutty nurse's uniform. It showed off a lot of her surprisingly large breasts and was so short Bart could almost see her pussy lips poking out. The slut nurse look was naturally completed with a pair of white fishnet stockings.
“So you're the school Nurse?” Bart asked taken aback, “I thought you were more of a bookworm.”
“Trainee nurse,” she corrected him. “The sleuthing game was getting old. I was getting tired of being the geeky girl, so” she looked down at her uniform a little nervously, “I wanted to try something a little, sexier.”

“Mission accomplished,” Bart told her, painfully sitting up on the medical room's thin bed.
“Thank you,” Velma beamed, seeming instantly more confident. “Now that you're awake the head Nurse really should look you over.”
“Who's?” Bart started, but the door to the room opened and the head Nurse entered.
Francine Smith, from American Dad, strode in confidently. She wore the same uniform as Velma, but she pulled it off better, every inch of her oozed sexuality.
“How is our patient doing?” she asked, moving straight over to stand next to Barts's bed.
“All the better for seeing you,” Bart beamed back at her.
She leaned forward to check Bart's injuries and he took a good look down the top of her skimpy uniform, her tits looked as if they were ready to burst out of it.
“You're hurt,” she said running her hands over his torso, “I think we have something for that.” She turned to Velma, “Go get the special cream.”

“It's nothing,” Bart lied, trying to ignore the dull throbbing pain.
Velma scurried over to a medical cabinet to retrieve something from the bottom drawer. When she bent over double rummaging, her ass up poked up in the air and Bart got a good look at her pink clamshell pussy. Her ass swayed from side to side hypnotically as she searched.
“Found it,” she announced eventually.
“You're going to love this,” Francine promised opening up a jar of cream. She took a large handful and put her hands under Bart's t-shirt, rubbing it over his chest. The second the cream touched Barts skin he could feel the pain ebbing away.
“Wow,” he tilted his head back in relief, “That is amazing.”
“It really is,” Velma agreed, pulling the T-shirt up and off. “We don't know what dimension it came from, but it heals cuts, bruises, broken bones, you name it.”
“What's that?” Francine asked, spotting something next to Bart. Looking down, he saw the vial Raven had given him lying on the bed.
“Wait I need that,” Bart started, but Velma had already scooped it up and removed the cap. A green vapor rose from the vial, drifting straight into Velma and Francine's noses.
“Oh Man,” Bart moaned, “I needed that.”
“Oh,” Velma moaned, running her hands down her body. “That smelt amazing. I feel amazing.”
“I'm sorry if you needed that,” Francine bit down on her lower lip. “We'll just have to make it up to you.”
The two started quickly pulling the rest of his clothes off.
“We need to make sure we get this, everywhere.” Francine put her emphasis on the last word.
“Um, okay,” Bart said his mood brightening, “I'm pretty sore down there.” He nodded to his crotch just as Velma pulled his shorts down.
“Jinkies,” she said when his large yellow erection popped out. “We'll have to give this extra attention then.” She took the erection in her hand and started gently started to massage some of the cream into it.
“Good work nurse,” Francine complimented her geeky co-worker. “But there is a better way to apply it.” She slowly started to unbutton the front of her uniform.
“Huba huba,” Bart said admiringly, as she pulled the uniform open flashing him her big, spherical, impossibly firm, white breasts.
“You're the boss,” Velma told Francine, she ripped her uniform open sending buttons bouncing across the room. Velma's freckled breasts were roughly the same size as Francine's but were teardrop-shaped and hung far lower.

“First we smother this all over ourselves,” Francine explained to Velma, taking a huge handful of the cream and rubbing it all over her breasts.
When her tits were thoroughly coated, she leaned over Bart and started rubbing them over his chest.
The combination of the healing effects of the cream, and Francine's warm soft Mellons rubbing against Bart's chest was incredible.
“Don't stop lady,” he begged.
“Stop?” Francine grinned, “I think I can do even better.” She rubbed her way down his body till her breasts were at his crotch, then carefully placed one on either side of his cock. “Want to fuck my big creamy tit's?” she asked, already massaging them up and down.
“God yes” Bart agreed to thrust himself up and in-between them.
Velma spread the cream liberally over her own breasts as she watched Bart tit fuck Francine. Leaning over Bart she started rubbing her breasts on his chest, but rather than moving down, she worked her way up.
“Go on,” she encouraged when she reached his face, “Lick it off, it tastes delicious.”
Barts first lick was tentative, but when it tasted like strawberries he pushed his whole face into her cleavage, motorboating her wildly. He stuck his tongue out, lapping up as much of the cream as he could while shaking his head in her cleaving.
“Aye caramba,” Bart gasped in surprise when Francine wrapped her red lips around his cock. She bucked her head up and down sucking energetically.
“Hmm” Velma licked her lips, “That looks tasty.” She moved down Bart dragging her tits across him until she was cheek to cheek with Francine.
“Today's lesson can be how to suck a cock,” Francine said, letting Velma take a turn.
“Isn't that every day's lesson,” Velma giggled before sinking Bart into her mouth.
The two took turns sucking him few a few minutes, Francine definitely had more experience than Velma. She took Bart's whole cock in her throat in long deep bobs. Velma tended to focus on his tip fluttering her tongue over the tip and covering it in sloppy kisses.
“No,” Francine corrected her eventually, “You have to go as deep as you can.” She took a hold of Velma's head and started pushing her up and down, gradually working Bart's cock deep down her throat.
Velma nearly managed to get her lips down to the very bottom of his shaft but pulled back panting.
“You're learning,” Francine complimented her. “But I can't wait another minute to get that fat cock inside me.”
She pulled the skimpy nurse's outfit off, leaving her in nothing but a pair of white fishnet stalking and Velma followed suit.
Bart was a bit surprised to see a blonde pubic triangle on Francine but Velma clean-shaven, he'd thought it would be the other way around.
Francine quickly mounted Bart on the bed, guiding his cock into her already soaking wet pussy.
“That's it,” Bart encouraged her as she started pulsing up and down, her tits bouncing up and down wildly.
Her breasts were quickly obscured though as Velma moved back up the bed, pushing her big freckly tits into Bart's face. He didn't complain, he just started greedily sucking at her nipples.
Francine quickly built up momentum riding Bart for all she was worth.
“Oh my fucking god, yeah,” she shouted working her pelvis up and down.
“Wow,” Velma said, watching in awe. “Can I have a turn?”
“Just a second,” Francine panted, rubbing herself as she fucked. Quickly she managed to bring herself to a gasping shuddering climax. She slumped forwards and slid off of Bart, “He's all yours.”
“Wait,” Bart said before Velma could climb onto the bed. “I want to do you doggy style."
After a quick bit of reorganizing Velma was on her hands and knee's on the bed with Bart behind her. Francine lay further down the bed, her legs spread, pussy inches from Velma's face.
“Yes, give it to me,” Velma moaned as Bart slowly started to work his cock inside her.
“Les talking, more licking,” Francine prompted, pulling the geeky girl's face down towards her waiting cunt. Velma delved in, munching the pussy with enthusiasm. Soon both nurses were moaning and groaning in pleasure as they were fucked and licked out.
Bart gave Velma's pale ass a few slaps as he started to fuck her faster, their bodies making loud smacking noises every time they connected. He watched Francine, holding Velma's face down on her pussy, rolling her hips against her tongue.
The blonde nurse squeezed her tits and looked Bart straight in the eyes. “Do you want me to lick your ball while you fuck her?” she asked seductively.
“Damn it,” Bart swore, nearly blowing his load at her filthiness. “Yes, get that slut mouth over here.”
Francine nimbly turned herself around and clambered underneath Velma. Somehow the two ended in sixty-nine position without Bart ever having to pull out of Velma.
Francine stretched her tongue out as far as she could to tickle Bart's balls as they slapped off of Velma's pussy.
At one point Bart pulled out of Velma's pussy and slapped his cock on Francine's face a few times. Taking the hint she opened her mouth and he slipped inside it in for a few pumps, before going back to fucking Velma.
He switched between Velma's pussy and Francine's mouth quickly, feeling the mounting tension in his balls.
“Are you ready to cum?” Francine asked, sensing the change in him. Without waiting for a reply she wrapped her arms around Velma's legs and grabbed a hold of his cock. Opening her mouth she beat him off until he exploded all over her face.
Bart erupted like a volcano showering droplets of cum over Velma's ass and Francine's open mouth. When he was done Francine sucked the last few drops out of him, before starting lap as much as she could off of Velma's ass.
“Mmmm” Francine smiled as she licked, “I take it you're feeling better?”
“Damn right lady,” Bart told her honestly, hopping down from the bed and searching for his clothes. “But I've gotta go now, I need to see about some book.”
“We'll just finish ourselves off here,” she grinned going back to licking out Velma.
“Jinkies,” Velma gasped again as she was tongued.
“Whatever,” Bart shrugged pulling on his T-shirt, "Have fun."
He had a job to do, but not the faintest idea where to start.
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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