Simpsons Porno Story: Impossible Baby sitters. Chapter IV

Maggie only felt curiosity and amusement at what was happening, enjoying the warmth of Bart and Milhouse’s boyhoods against her. She tugged some more at Milhouse and he pushed it a bit further in her hand. He was too young to produce cum, but the feeling still was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Now on autopilot of sorts, Milhouse pushed his maleness forward even further, the head of his prepubescent package stroking Maggie’s cheek. Cooing, she turned her head and let his cock trace against her lips, knocking the pacifier from her. She could have been irritated to lose her pacifier, but Maggie was mesmerised by the penis in front of her. She knew enough that it was a part of Milhouse, but it wasn’t a finger. She didn’t know what it was, but as a baby would, she decided to taste it.

The moment her lips wrapped around the head, a cry of “Oh god” escaped the blue haired boy. She seemed to enjoy the taste and began suckling upon the hot flesh with enthusiasm. Bart looked on in shock as his baby sister sucked the head of his best friend’s cock and all Milhouse did was hold her delicate head and hump his hips gently. Maggie enjoyed the clean taste of the penis in her mouth, it was very much unlike her traditional pacifier, as it ‘responded’ to the attention she gave it. And having no teeth, she could bite down and nibble on it safety, only sending further shivers down Milhouse’s spine.

Bart felt his own satisfaction down along her crotch as well. His thrusts, although never brutal, had augmented in pace and he had placed his hands on her tiny legs to spread them apart, giving him better access to her forbidden fruit. But rubbing against her crack was not enough to satisfy the spiky haired boy, not when his friend in front of him had a much better position. He slipped his stiff tool between the baby’s butt cheeks and although still not penetrating her, he imagined he was as he thrusted into the soft warm flesh of his sister.

Milhouse didn’t notice this change nor did he care: his mind was in another world. Maggie’s soft tongue was exploring every inch of his phallus, causing Milhouse to moan and his body to stiffen. He could feel himself growing nearer to climax and his breathing was getting heavier for it. The scene felt unreal to him, with Bart running his own cock between Maggie’s butt cheeks, both young males having discarded their pants entirely and with a baby no less. And he wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

Bart and Milhouse both felt something building up in their chest, something they did not fully understand, although the smarter boy knew a bit about orgasms. But his mind was blank, his body overtaken by instinct and arousal. He felt the orgasm growing and thrust his hips forward ever so slightly, forcing another half inch of maleness into Maggie’s mouth. Surprised by this, she gagged slightly before adjusting herself. Now with even more to suck on, she eagerly went to work, her hands still gently tugging at the length that couldn’t fit.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the boys, the smell of musk and the gyrations of Bart against her undeveloped sex were bringing about a similar warmth to her groin. Being a baby, confronted with new feelings she did what was most comforting to her: suck. This eagerness quickly took Milhouse over the edge as he was struck by his first orgasm, a loud moan escaping his lips at the same time. His mouth made sounds the likes of which he had never expressed, his unseeing eyes turned to the ceiling, his body crisp and his mind overwhelmed by raw pleasure. He was too young to cum, but his body reacted as if, jerking slightly to Maggie’s attentions. His knees were weaker and he had to brace himself on the table not to fall down. Every further suck from Maggie was like a tickle and in the end he had to remove his penis from her mouth to recuperate. He had the mind to take the pacifier and gave it back to her and Maggie took it reluctantly, not as satisfied with it as she had been with the penis before. He fell on a chair and turned to Bart just as he too reached his peak. With one final, overwhelming thrust, his orgasm hit him hard and fast, his hips spasming against the soft tiny flesh of his sister. After a few tense moments Bart too almost collapsed, his breathing heavy and a line of sweat forming upon his brow.

“That….was….awesome!” The spikey haired youth said after he regained some of his composure. “I should have started doing this sooner,” he continued, before his gaze went back down to the baby that still lay before them nude. Pressing his lips against her stomach, he made little fart noises and Maggie laughed. Milhouse smiled too, seeing how friendly Bart was with his sister. He was still panting but his mind was gradually recovering from the orgasm, starting to analyse what had just happened. Bart had said mentioned regrets of not starting this before and the blue haired boy knew that they would be having more fun with Maggie in the future. His mind wandered off to Lisa, wondering if they could have her join in on the fun.

Bart was still having fun with the baby, sliding his fingers up and down her sides, causing Maggie to erupt with fits of pure innocent laughter. Soon afterward, Bart dressed Maggie in her pyjamas once again and brought her down to the living room to play with her toys. Twenty minutes later Marge, and a rather drunk and bruised Homer arrived back at the house, Marge so upset with her husband that she totally forgot about Bart’s room, and neither boy reminded her.

The next day at school, Milhouse was still recovering from the day before. Bart and him knew better than to talk about it in front of everyone and so his friend was just chatting about what new scheme he was coming up to annoy principal Skinner. Meanwhile, Milhouse was busy getting his books from his locker, when he noticed an unmarked envelope. Given in to curiosity, he opened it on the spot. It contained a short message which froze him in horror:

We know what you did with the baby at Bart’s, We’ll see you soon…