Chapter 50: Bart Simpson – All Grown Up Creampie Orgy
Twenty years had passed since the heat wave first tore through Springfield.
The town had never been the same.
Bart Simpson was now 28 — tall, lean-muscled, cocky smirk still intact but sharpened by experience.
His hair was still spiky, his attitude still rebellious, but his body had filled out into something dangerous: broad shoulders, defined abs, and a cock that had become legendary in certain circles — long, thick, veined, with a slight upward curve and the stamina of a man who'd been riding the dragon heat since he was barely legal.
The heat had never left him.
It had only grown stronger, more focused, more insatiable.
Tonight, on his 28th birthday, the entire Simpson house had been cleared out for one purpose only: Bart's creampie orgy.
Every woman who had ever wanted him — and every woman the heat had pulled in — was here.
The living room had been transformed.
Couches pushed together into one massive bed.
Lights dimmed.
Music low and throbbing.
The air already thick with the scent of pussy and anticipation.
Bart stood naked in the center, cock rock-hard and pointing straight up, already leaking a thick bead of pre-cum.
The women circled him like wolves.
Marge — still stunning at 48, blue hair loose, body softer and fuller but still dripping wet — stepped forward first.
Her green dress hit the floor.
She was completely naked underneath, heavy breasts swaying, nipples stiff, pussy already glistening.
"Happy birthday, my special little guy," she purred, voice husky.
She dropped to her knees and swallowed his cock in one smooth motion — years of practice making her throat open effortlessly.
Lisa — now 26, elegant, intelligent, and secretly filthy — stood beside her mother.
Her pearl necklace was the only thing she wore.
She kissed Bart deeply while Marge sucked him, then whispered against his lips, "I've wanted this since I was old enough to understand what you were doing to Mom every night."
Maggie — 24, silent but deadly sexy — had grown into a quiet storm.
She simply walked behind Bart, pressed her naked body to his back, and slid two fingers into his ass while kissing his neck.
The rest arrived in a wave:
Jessica Lovejoy (still the bad girl, now 27)
Sherri and Terri (the twins, now 28, identical and insatiable)
Edna Krabappel (retired teacher, still horny as hell at 55)
Mindy Simmons (still working at the plant, still obsessed)
Laura Powers (Bart's old crush, now a cop with a filthy streak)
Gina Vendetti (the reform school girl, all grown up and meaner)
Even Patty and Selma had shown up — not for Bart, but because the heat made them want to watch and touch.
Bart didn't speak.
He just grinned.
Marge pulled off his cock with a wet pop and stood.
"Everyone gets a turn," she said, voice commanding. "But Bart finishes inside every single one of us.
Creampie only tonight."
The orgy began.
Marge went first — loyal as ever.
She bent over the couch, ass up, and looked back at her son.
"Fill Mommy first, Bart."
He slammed into her soaked pussy in one thrust.
Marge moaned loud — pushing back — taking every inch.
Bart fucked her hard and deep — the same way he'd been secretly doing for years — until she came screaming, walls milking him.
He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded — thick, heavy ropes blasting straight into her womb.
When he pulled out, a thick glob of cum immediately leaked from her well-fucked hole.
Lisa was next.
She lay on her back on the coffee table, legs spread wide, pearl necklace still on.
"I've studied every position," she said with a wicked smile. "Now fuck your genius sister properly."
Bart drove into her tight, intellectual pussy — deep, powerful strokes — while she recited filthy poetry between moans.
He came hard — pumping her full until her flat belly swelled slightly and white cum bubbled out around his shaft.
Maggie didn't need words.
She simply climbed on top — facing him — and sank down onto his cock.
Silent, intense eye contact the entire time as she rode him.
Bart filled her too — creampie number three — watching his cum drip from her tight little pussy as she stood up.
Jessica Lovejoy bent over the dining table.
"Make me your slut again, Bart," she taunted.
He railed her — hard, fast, spanking her ass red — and pumped her full while she screamed.
Sherri and Terri took him together — one riding his cock, the other sitting on his face — switching halfway through so both ended up creampied and leaking.
Edna Krabappel rode him reverse cowgirl on the couch — experienced pussy gripping him like a vice — until he flooded her.
Mindy Simmons took him standing — legs wrapped around his waist — while he bounced her on his cock and filled her.
Laura Powers — the cop — cuffed his hands behind his back for fun, then rode him until he creampied her.
Gina Vendetti — still mean — made him fuck her ass first, then her pussy, and demanded he cum inside both.
Patty and Selma took turns — one on his cock while the other sat on his face — until both sisters were dripping with his load.
Every woman got at least one deep, messy creampie.
By the end of the night, the living room floor was a puddle of cum and squirt.
Every pussy and ass in the room was leaking thick white rivers of Bart's seed.
Bellies were softly swollen.
Thighs glistened.
The air smelled like pure sex.
Bart lay on his back on the big couch — completely spent but still half-hard — surrounded by a pile of satisfied, cum-filled women.
Marge rested her head on his chest, gently stroking his cock.
Lisa curled against his side, fingers tracing the cum leaking from her own pussy.
Maggie silently kissed his cheek.
Jessica, Sherri, Terri, Edna, Mindy, Laura, Gina, Patty, and Selma formed a sticky, smiling ring around him.
Bart grinned — the same stupid, triumphant smirk he'd had since he was ten.
"Best… birthday… ever."
Marge kissed his neck softly.
"Every night can be like this now, Bart."
He looked around at all the leaking, satisfied women — his mother, his sisters, his exes, his teachers, his crushes — all full of his cum.
"D'oh… I think I'm gonna like being a grown-up."
The heat wave had found its final king in Springfield.
And Bart Simpson — once the eternal troublemaker — had finally grown up into the ultimate creampie machine.
Springfield would never recover.
And none of the women wanted it to.