Simpsons Porn Story: Blue Tongues Chapter 1

Geez, Bart! You’re really breaking
out the good stuff! After-prank licorice for a week straight? It must
cost you a fortune!

It was amazing that Bart kept sharing
his fancy, exotic candy with me. I had only met him two weeks before,
and he was treating me like his brother! But…do I really deserve
such treatment? I mean, I’m a sneak for Skinner! I have to keep
hiding things from Bart, like why it takes so long for me to go to
the bathroom (actually a conversing place with Skinner and
Chalmers), or why I always watch spy movies and read spy books. It’s
simply to pick up a few tricks of the sneaking trade.

Hey, man, you all right? You’ve been
quiet and you didn’t even bite off the top of your licorice.
Bart’s voice stirred me out of my thoughts. He had a concerned look
on his face, although the care level dropped due to his blue tongue
sticking out of his mouth. The two of us sat side by side, him on my
left, I on his right.

Yeah, I’m alright. Just thinking
about other ways to stick it to Chalmers and his lackey, Skinner!
I tried to fake a cool attitude, but he could see right through my
facade. You can’t really hide anything from the one you love.

That’s right. I love Bart Simpson. The
one I was supposed to spy on, then spill the beans to his mortal
enemy, authority. He was the only one who actually care about me.
Unlike Skinner, he was just using me for his dirty work. The
Shelbyville Orphanarium never cared about any of their orphans.
Buying children gets you a lot of dough. I should know; Chalmers
shelled out three thousand dollars for me.

You’re not alright, dude. I know
we’re not girls who, you know, talk
about everything, but, if you need to, you know, vent your feelings,
I’m here for you. Bart laid his hand on my shoulder to comfort me.
It didn’t do that. No, it did not. It made me want to kiss him, right
there, right now.

And that’s exactly
what I did.

It was sort of like
a movie kiss. You know, when time slows down and the music swells and
all that? Well, here there wasn’t any music; that was the difference.
I cupped his chin and slowly pressed my lips to his. After the
contact, I quickly shut my eyes. I didn’t want to see the horror and
shock on his face.

Oh, how the spark!

It was simply
magical. His lips were feather-soft and tasted just like the licorice
he just ate. Bart stiffened at my touch. I wasn’t really sure whether
he liked it or was too shocked to do anything. But, I let my urges
control me and licked his bottom lip for entrance.

What surprised me
was that he actually opened his mouth. I slid my tongue inside and
marveled at the warmth inside. I licked basically everything and
anything in that sweet licorice-flavored cavern of a mouth.

What
surprised me even more
was that he began to respond.
His tongue started to stroke mine in a way that made me weak to my
knees. Such passion from someone who probably didn’t love me
back…is that even possible?

Although I didn’t
want to, I separated from Bart. His face was flushed and his eyes
half-lidded, filled with something unrecognizable.

Why did you
stop? Was I a bad ki-

Do you love me
too?

He didn’t answer.
He simply kissed me again. And again. And again. And again. And the
whole time, the spark remained.

After ten minutes
of pleasant shocking, Bart pulled away.

Donny, your
tongue’s blue like mine.

I stuck out my
tongue.

And so it was.