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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 8: Bart Simpson, Titty Inspector
Bart generally didn’t take the bus to school anymore—although he made occasional exceptions, like when he was in the mood to fuck Lisa during the ride and make Milhouse watch. “Don’t worry,” Bart would say to the boy even as he pumped his sister’s blonde-tufted pussy. “You can still marry her if you want. I’ll give her lots of kids for you to raise.”
More often, Bart preferred to go to school on his motorcycle, which he’d demanded from the owner of a dealership on the edge of town. In exchange, Bart had only raped the dealership’s attractive receptionist once instead of all afternoon.
But today, Bart was anxious to start the school day in his own special way. So rather than riding his hog, parking it in some teacher’s reserved space, and meandering into the building some time around the end of first period, he simply teleported himself to school.
Bart was amused to find that there in the hallway, dimwitted tenth-grader Ralph Wiggum was talking with Allison Taylor, the girl he had an obvious crush on. Maybe Bart would fuck her in front of Ralph later, just for fun. Opportunities for that sort of fun were the main reason why Bart hadn’t dropped Ralph in a volcano years ago.
One way in which Springfield High differed from other public high schools was that dating was far from commonplace. Having a girlfriend was a privilege that Bart extended only to a certain set of boys—those who showed him proper deference and who had never bullied or otherwise bothered him in the years before he got his powers. Of course, even for the boys in this select group, having a girlfriend did not mean having exclusive sexual access to her, as Bart could take her aside and fuck her whenever he chose, just as he could any other girl. Also, none of these boys would ever have the chance to be a girl’s first, as Bart had long ago deflowered every girl in his class and most of those in the other classes, too. In fact, each fall for the past three years, Bart had made it his business to bang every incoming freshman girl at Springfield High—even the ones he’d already nailed during his occasional visits to the middle and elementary schools. Bart fondly remembered a particularly glorious afternoon when he had transported himself to Springfield Middle, walked into a random classroom, told the teacher to get lost, and started fucking girls one by one in front of their classmates, leaving the other girls in suspense as to who would be next. Not that it really mattered, as Bart fucked every single girl in the room that day.
As Bart headed down the hall, he saw Seymour Skinner coming toward him from the other direction. Over the years, Bart had promoted Skinner from principal of Springfield Elementary to Springfield Middle School to Springfield High, just because Bart liked having him around. The man was so much fun to mess with.
“Hey, Skinny,” Bart said. “How’s it hangin’?”
“Oh, good morning, Bart,” Skinner replied, clearly unnerved at having caught Bart’s attention. He had good reason; a while back, just for giggles, Bart had shrunk Skinner’s penis to a tiny size and gave him an overwhelming urge to fuck infant boys. Once Skinner had firmly established a reputation as a baby-rapist, Bart took his compulsion away, although he’d never gotten around to re-enlarging the man’s dick.
This morning, Bart was feeling charitable, so he didn’t make Skinner do anything humiliating. In fact, Bart decided he’d do something nice for him and for the boys at the school. So rather than just grabbing some girl and fucking the hell out of her as he often did upon his arrival, Bart called for an impromptu assembly in the hallway.
“All girls, line up for titty inspection,” he said. His voice came from every speaker in the school’s PA system even though Bart was nowhere near a microphone. “All girls, line up for titty inspection.”
Every girl at Springfield High knew it was a bad idea to be late for a titty inspection, let alone to miss one. So within two minutes, every girl in grades nine through twelve was in the hallway, standing along one of the two locker-lined walls and taking off her top. During his freshman year, Bart had instituted a new dress code for girls that restricted them to crop tops, tube tops, skin-tight t-shirts, and other revealing garments. Blouses were allowed only if they were partly unbuttoned and if the girl had enough cleavage to look good in them. Under the tops, girls had to wear push-up bras, nipple-exposing demi-bras, or no bra at all.
The boys were not allowed in the hallway during titty inspections, but they could crowd around the half-windows of the classroom doors to watch. It amused Bart to see their horny, envious faces. For some of them—like Nelson Muntz, whose desperately eager face Bart saw in one of the windows—this was as close to having sex as they would ever get.
“Well,” Bart said, nodding approvingly as he started down the hall and cast his gaze across the line of bare-breasted girls on his left, “looks like we’re growing a nice crop of titties, here.”
Bart had himself to thank for this. As he had with Lisa, over the years Bart had improved the tits of many of his female classmates when puberty had failed to do the job right. So these inspections were largely an opportunity for Bart to congratulate himself on a job well done. And, of course, to look at titties.
“Not bad, not bad at all,” Bart said as he continued down the line. Some of the freshman girls were shame-faced as Bart looked at their naked breasts, while many of the older girls had gotten used to it. Some even thrust their chests out proudly, silently hoping that Bart would like their tits the best.
When he reached the end of the hallway, Bart turned around and began inspecting the line of girls on the other side. He continued nodding as he passed the first twenty or so girls; then he stopped short.
“Minnie,” he said, looking at a ninth-grade girl with glasses and a yellow ribbon in her frizzy auburn hair. He put his hands on her small breasts and gave them a squeeze. “These tits aren’t doing anything for you.”
“I’m- I’m sorry,” the girl replied, clearly having no idea what else to say.
“You don’t need to be sorry,” Bart said generously. “Mother Nature does. That lazy bitch can’t make a good pair of tits to save her life. Let’s get you fixed up.”
His hands still on Minnie’s tits, Bart wished them bigger. He smiled as they grew beneath his palms.
The other girls were watching—some with envy, some with horror—as Minnie’s breasts expanded beyond a handful, her nipples growing proportionately until they were thick little cylinders beneath Bart’s hands. Only when each tit was the size of a soccer ball did Bart finally take his hands away and stop their growth.
“Ah, much better,” he declared. “Minnie, from now on, make sure you really show these off. I’m talking tops with lots of cleavage, or else serious underboob.
“Of course, you don’t have any clothes like that yet, and these things don’t fit you anymore…”
He took Minnie’s fitted T-shirt and bra from the open locker behind her and held them up to her eyes. They incinerated to ash in his hands.
“…so today, you’ll just go topless.”
“O- Okay,” the stunned Minnie stammered. Then she seemed to remember what else she was expected to say. “Th- Thank you, Bart.”
“Any time,” Bart replied. “Maybe soon, I’ll do an ass inspection; you’ve probably got room for improvement there, too.” Then he continued down the line.
***
The titty inspection had made Bart horny. So as the girls were putting their bras and tops back on—all except Minnie, who was red-faced as she headed to her first class of the morning with her large, bare breasts bobbing—he looked around, trying to decide which of them he most wanted to fuck.
“Hi, Bart,” a seductive voice said from behind him.
In the years since Bart had become effectively omnipotent, several of the girls at his school had come to believe that it was in their best long-term interest to gain his favor. In addition, there were other girls who had not made such a decision consciously but who were instinctively drawn to a boy of such great power. As a result, Bart could barely walk down the hall at school these days without one girl or another throwing herself at him.
He turned around to find Jessica Lovejoy standing there. She had, it seemed, not yet gotten around to putting her bra back on; instead, she had simply redonned her flannel belly shirt, which she normally knotted above the navel but which was currently hanging open, leaving exposed the inner curves of her large, buoyant tits—which she possessed courtesy of Bart, of course.
“Hey, Jess,” Bart replied.
“So, did I pass titty inspection?” Jessica asked, thrusting her big breasts toward Bart.
“Hmm, I guess so,” he said. “But I’m gonna need to inspect more of you than that.”
He leaned over and kissed her, putting his tongue in her mouth. She received it eagerly, massaging its length with her own as Bart slid a hand up her micro-miniskirt and squeezed her pussy through her undies, making her squeal delightedly into his mouth. Jess was one of just a few girls whom Bart considered to be his actual girlfriend, at least at the moment, and he liked giving her these little reminders of who her pussy belonged to.
When Bart disengaged from the kiss, Jessica put her lips to his ear and murmured, “Wanna go fuck?”
He smiled at her and pulled his hand out of her panties as he replied, “Sure. As a matter of fact, I know how to make it extra fun.”
Bart had just spied Terri Mackleberry walking alone down the hall. Over the past five years, Sherri and Terri had grown apart, and it was almost entirely because of Bart’s differential treatment of them. Sherri, whom he’d always gone a bit easier on, had taken the tack of playing nice with Bart and even trying to curry favor with him sometimes, whereas the more abused Terri had stuck with her strategy of avoiding Bart whenever possible. As a result, the once-inseparable twins now spent most of their time apart. What was more, they had come to resent each other: Terri felt betrayed by Sherri’s efforts to get on Bart’s good side, while Sherri resented Terri for not playing along and thereby keeping her out of Bart’s good graces by association. Bart was pleased with himself for having pulled off this complex bit of social engineering, all without using any kind of mind control.
“Hey, Terri!” Bart called. “Get your ass over here.”
He liked using that particular phrase with her, because it always put the fear in her mind that he was going to fuck her in the ass. While he had made his cock bigger over the past five years, he’d never made Terri’s asshole any less tight, even though it meant that it took a lot of grunting, sweating effort every time he forced his thick cockhead through the screaming girl’s tiny hole.
This wasn’t exactly what Bart had in mind for today, though. Bart led both girls—Jessica on his arm, Terri following behind them—to the nearest room: a classroom where a math class was underway. The teacher was a hot, young-looking blonde whose knotted white blouse showed off her big tits; these days, Bart only allowed female teachers at Springfield High, and he’d made them all knockouts. It was one more favor he did for his male classmates, giving them something to look at during the boring lessons they had to endure.
“Everyone get lost,” Bart said.
The students all quickly gathered their things and left, following their teacher down the hall and into the stairwell. These days, the faculty at Springfield High always knew where to find a spare classroom when this situation arose.
“Hey,” Bart said, turning to the two girls, “I know just what we need for maximum fun.”
He snapped his fingers. Several of the desk-chairs in the center of the room vanished and were instantly replaced by Terri’s twin bed—purple coverlet and all. Bart had found that when it came to making a girl feel violated, defiling her bed at the same time as he defiled her body added a little extra something.
“Terri,” he said, “get naked and lie down.”
Terri quickly stripped off her clothes and lay on her back on the bed. She had long ago stopped trying to resist or stall when Bart gave her a command; these days, she just got it over with as fast as she could.
“Good,” Bart said. “Now play with yourself while you watch Jessica and me.”
As Terri raised her head to watch and started to rub her clit, Bart pulled Jessica to him and kissed her, mouths wide open, tongues sliding over each other. Then Jessica dropped to her knees and undid Bart’s shorts.
“Watch this, Terri,” the dark-haired girl said.
She took out Bart’s half-hard cock and licked it all over, massaging every square inch of its surface with her tongue and then briefly sucking on each of his big balls as she rubbed his cock with her hand. Once he was fully hard, she took his wide cockhead in her mouth and sucked. As she bobbed her head, she shrugged off her flannel top, fully exposing her round, firm tits.
Yeah, I did a good job with those, Bart thought.
Once Bart’s cock was fully hard, Jessica stood up and stroked it with her hand as she asked, “Ready to bury this sweet log inside me?”
“Yeah,” Bart replied. “Good and deep, too.”
Jessica let her micro-mini skirt drop to the floor, revealing her high-cut, hotrod-red panties. Then she turned around and bent forward as she slowly slid the panties down her legs, giving Bart a full view of her bare, shapely ass before she straightened up and, now fully nude, turned around to face him.
“How do you want me?” she said seductively.
“Oh, I know exactly how I want you,” Bart replied. Then he gestured at the purple-haired girl on the bed. “See, Terri here is gonna eat out your asshole while we fuck. Sound good?”
“Sounds great,” Jessica replied eagerly. “You’re so good to me, Bart.”
“Yeah I am,” Bart replied. “Just sit your pretty ass down on Terri’s face.”
Jessica got on the bed and straddled Terri’s face, then lowered her ass until her pink hole was pressed against Terri’s lips. Bart snapped his fingers, and a large triangle pillow appeared at the head of the bed for Jessica to lean back against.
“Terri,” Bart said, “I’m putting Jess in charge of you for right now. Jess, tell her what you want her to do.”
Jessica smiled evilly. “Lick, Terri. And do a good job, too, or I’ll smother you with my ass.”
It was interesting to Bart that Terri considered the threat of death to be a threat at all. Despite having endured more torment and abuse than any other girl in Springfield except Lisa, and despite having no way to escape the lifetime of further torment ahead of her, Terri had never attempted suicide or even seriously considered it. Bart found this a bit impressive, because other girls in Springfield had tried it, albeit to no avail. Addy, the cute redhead whom Bart had made the sex slave of Girth the Pony, had tried throwing herself off a bridge—only for Girth, under Bart’s remote direction, to seize her collar in his teeth before Addy began to fall. Addy remained alive today, and now, instead of a pony, Girth was a mighty stallion who regularly shoved his twenty-inch horsecock deep into Addy’s every hole, sometimes fucking all three in one afternoon.
Terri started licking, and Jessica moaned softly. Then the black-haired girl put her hands on her own tits and massaged them as she looked at Bart.
“Come fuck me, lover.”
Bart smiled as he came over and straddled Terri’s stomach. Jessica leaned back against the big triangle pillow and opened her knees wider, presenting her wet, open, black-tufted pussy to Bart while simultaneously putting a little more weight on Terri’s face. Bart slid his thick cock into Jessica, his eyes on her face as she closed her eyes and moaned again, louder this time.
Starting to pump Jessica slowly, Bart said, “Yeah, you love my cock in your hot little snatch, don’t you?”
“Oooh, more than anything,” Jessica sighed.
She started working her hips a little, moving forward and back just enough to help Bart fuck her without Terri’s tongue losing contact with Jessica’s asshole. Bart always liked how sexily Jessica moved when she fucked. One day, he swore, Lisa would move like that for him, of her own free will.
They fucked that way for a long while. Except for the sounds that occasionally filtered in from the hallway, the only noises were Jessica’s little moans of pleasure and the dual wet sounds of Bart’s cock pumping Jessica’s pussy and Terri’s tongue on Jessica’s asshole.
“That’s enough licking, Terri,” Jessica breathed, eyes still closed. “Get your tongue up inside me…”
It aroused Bart to hear Jessica use Terri this way, which was why he’d handed Jessica Terri’s reins in the first place. He started fucking Jessica faster, making her big, round tits jiggle and increasing the volume of her moans. Terri made muffled sounds of protest as Jessica, caught up in the fucking, put more of her weight on Terri’s face and thus made it harder for Terri to breathe. But it seemed that Terri could not hope for any more mercy from Jessica than she could from Bart.
“I’m not getting off your face until I get off,” Jessica grunted as she looked scornfully down at Terri.
Bart loved seeing the thought in Jessica’s mind that if Bart treated Terri like dirt, it was because Terri deserved it. Which was why Jessica then seized Bart’s shoulders so she and he could fuck each other harder on Terri’s face.
“Oh, Bart…oh fuck…” Jessica panted. “I’m getting…close…”
“Time…to go…full throttle,” Bart grunted.
They fucked hard and fast, Jessica working her ass against Terri’s face to get Bart’s cock balls-deep inside her on every stroke. She didn’t care that Bart’s foot-long cock hurt when it hit her cervix; it was a good hurt, because every blow deep inside her reminded her that she was getting fucked by the best cock in the whole goddamn world.
“Deeper, you fucking bitch!” Jessica screamed at Terri. “Get your tongue in deeper! Deeper! DEEPER!”
Jessica ground her ass against Terri’s face, forcing the girl’s tongue as far up her little pink hole as it could go and completely cutting off Terri’s access to air. Bart, turned on by this display of cruelty, pounded Jessica’s pussy as hard as he possibly could.
“Gonna…cum…” he grunted. “Gonna…cum…NOW!”
He came hard, shooting his cum straight through Jessica’s cervix and into her womb. Feeling Bart’s hot seed pumping deep inside her, Jessica shrieked with orgasmic ecstasy and thrashed on top of Terri’s face as the purple-haired girl flailed and screamed wordlessly for air.
As soon as Jessica and Bart finished cumming, Bart pulled out and backed up onto Terri’s thighs. He was expecting to see cum flood from Jessica’s pussy onto Terri’s neck and chest and then soak into the girl’s bedsheets. Instead, Jessica rose up off of Terri’s face, giving Terri a split-second to breathe before Jessica brought her pussy down on the girl’s face and let Bart’s load gush from her cunt and into the helpless Terri’s mouth. Having been completely deprived of air for more than a minute, Terri had just begin a huge, gasping inhale when Jessica unleashed the flood of cum, and now she choked and gurgled as Bart’s seed flooded her entire airway, going up into her sinuses and down into her lungs.
“Oh, yeahhhhh,” Jessica sighed, even as the drowning Terri struggled beneath her. “That’s how you fuck.”
Bart took hold of Jessica and pulled her to him, moving Jessica’s ass off of Terri’s face and on to her hips. Then he tongue-kissed Jessica deeply. With the weight of two people on her hips and legs, Terry wasn’t able to turn over to try and cough Bart’s seed from her lungs; she simply continued struggling, her face starting to turn blue as Bart’s cum leaked in two thick streams from her nose.
Bart put his arms around Jessica and said “Upsidaisy” as he lifted them both up off of Terri. The girl immediately turned over on the bed, soaking the coverlet with the quart of Bart’s cum that she was coughing up from her lungs. Bart and Jessica got up from the bed, and Bart cleaned them both off with a thought, although they remained naked.
“Sorry, Jess, I can’t actually let you kill Terri,” Bart said. “I’ve got plans for her. But you-” he smiled at Jessica “-I’m gonna have to preg you one of these days. The world needs more girls with your style.”
“Any time you want, lover,” Jessica replied, running a finger up the slit of her pussy and scooping up a dollop of Bart’s cum. Then she put her finger in her mouth, sucked it clean, and swallowed audibly.
“Oh, yeah,” Bart said. “Definitely need more girls like you.”
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