Chapter 16: Trial

The big day had finally arrived. It was the day that Bart would find out if he would get expelled. The boy had been doing everything in his power to rig the hearing by bribing witnesses, so he wasn't particularly worried. Marge and Lisa looked much more concerned. The blue-haired mother held her son's hand tightly as they walked through the entrance.

After getting through the main doors with some other arriving families, the Simpsons were surprised to find a security checkpoint. The attendees were waiting in line to hand their purses and bags to bored-looking employees who perused their contents. It was almost like the security checks at an airport.

"What's the meaning of this?" Marge asked the employee when she handed her purse to him.

"Just a new precaution due to recent events," the guy replied. "The school received some complaints at the latest PTA meeting, so we've been pressured to increase our security measures."

Bart bit his lip. If him bringing the taser to school had caused this much of an uproar with the parents he was no longer so sure if they would take his side at the hearing.

"Maam, may I ask what this is?" the security guy asked, pulling something out of Marge's purse. The mother and her two children all gulped at the same time. It was the remote control to Marge's vibrating buttplug.

"Umm, it's just the remote for our garage door," Marge replied hoarsely.

"I see. Well, maam, unfortunately I'm going to have to confiscate this for the time being. No electronic devices of any type are allowed other than cell phones. You can come pick it up on your way out."

The man threw the remote to the bottom of a transparent bin that had miscellaneous other devices.

Marge looked at it uneasily, looking like she wanted to say something, but Bart and Lisa yanked her arms to tell her to keep moving. They followed the other families to the gymnasium where a bunch of chairs had been set up in front of a podium. Behind the podium was a projector screen, presumably for slide shows.

"Geez, they're really making a big production out of this," Lisa said as the trio got on their seats. After about ten minutes they closed the doors to the gym and Principal Skinner walked to the podium.

"Thank you for gathering here today. I want to start off by reassuring you that Springfield Elementary takes the safety of its students extremely seriously. We have a zero tolerance for violence of any kind. Furthermore…"

Bart began to slump back on his seat. He resisted the urge to yell out "boooring". Fortunately he didn't have to do it as some impatient parents started to voice their opinions.

"Get on with it! Give us the details of the incident."

"Ahem, right," Skinner said, loosening his collar. "I would like to remind you to remain impartial until all sides of the debate have been heard. Without further ado, I think the best place to start would be to hear from the victim himself. Jimbo, would you come up here and tell everyone what happened?"

The beanie-wearing delinquent who hadn't even bothered to dress up for the occasion walked lazily up to the podium.

"Umm, so yeah, I got tased. But…"

Jimbo paused and looked at someone in the audience. Bart followed his gaze and saw that Jimbo was looking at Tommy, one of Fat Tony's associated. Tommy was obviously there to intimidate Jimbo and get him to revise his story in Bart's favor.

"I've been thinking for the past few days," Jimbo said, scratching the back of his head uneasily. "And it really wasn't Bart's fault. Yeah, me and Bart had a little disagreement… and it might have looked serious to someone who saw it go down… but I didn't really give him a choice, you know? I pushed the little dude into a corner, man. I… I had it coming."

"Jimbo, did Bart use a taser on you or not?" Skinner asked.

"He…" Jimbo said. He was clearly anxious about giving the wrong answer. "He… did not. I… I faked the whole thing. I was trying to frame him."

The whole audience gasped. That included Lisa and Marge.

"Why would he lie?" Lisa whispered in confusion.

"Shut up, slut," Bart hushed her. "I promise to fuck your mouth later today if you just stay quiet."

"Hmpf, that's a promise," Lisa grumbled. She had already drank Bart's semen that morning, but she couldn't get enough of it. "But you'll have to explain what the hell is going on."

"Don't worry, I'll tell you the whole story back home when I'm going balls deep in your throat."

Marge, who was sitting between the two siblings fidgeted on her seat, but she didn't say anything.

"Jimbo, this is a big revelation," Skinner said. "But it seems to contradict some earlier testimonies. I was told in no uncertain terms that Bart is the one who brought the taser to school."

"He may have brought it, but I'm the one who used it… on myself."

"Well, this is certainly a strange twist in the narrative. Now let's hear from the other side. Bart, could you get up here and tell your version of the events."

Bart sheepishly got off his seat and walked to the podium. He tried to make his best innocent puppy-dog expression while he spoke.

"I, uhh, was given the taser by some older high school kid. I guess he didn't want to get caught with it, so he gave it to me. I didn't even know what it was, so I just put it in my pocket and figured I'd ask a teacher. That's when Jimbo confronted me in the hallway. You know how us boys are. We fight over stupid crap all the time. Anyway, he found the taser in my pocket and accidentally used it on himself. And that's the whole story."

Bart returned to his seat without taking questions.

"Alright then, let's move on," Skinner said. "We've gotten some contradicting stories previously, so I think we should hear from other witnesses to get some clarity about this incident. I call Martin Prince to give his testimony."

Bart gave a sigh of relief. The audience had seemed to buy his innocent act. It seemed like things were going to work out for him after all.

"Greetings everyone. I am Martin Prince, a three-time winner of the statewide spelling bee contest. My classmate Bart Simpson may seem like a tough kid at a first glance, but lest you all forget, appearances can be deceiving. Bart is a great friend who…"

"Nnngh."

Bart turned his head left in reaction to the erotic moan that had escaped from Marge's lips. The woman was sweating and shaking on her seat with a fevered expression.

"Uhh, mom, are you okay?" Bart asked. He heard a wet sound and saw liquid dripping down Marge's chair and forming a puddle on the ground. "Oh my god! Are you…?"

"The buttplug. It started vibrating," she panted under her breath.

"They probably threw some stuff on top of the remote," Lisa concluded.

"I can't believe you, mom. Why would you wear a vibrating buttplug to my expulsion hearing?"

"You're the one who told me to wear it everywhere. This is your fault." Marge pouted. Or at least she tried. But the anal pleasure made her expression look more like a demented half-smile.

"Oh no… I'm being forced to cum in front of all these parents and their children," Marge said. She instinctively put her hand under her skirt and started rubbing her pussy over her soaked panties.

"Oh, mom. This is so hot," Lisa whispered. She also started rubbing her pussy. "Let's both cum together secretly. If we stay quiet, nobody will notice."

"Stop it, you two!" Bart said sternly, almost raising his voice above a whisper. "Mom, just go to the bathroom and take out the buttplug."

"I can't," Marge said. "The buttplug is making me cum too frequently. If I get up and start walking, I'll just squirt all over the… ahh, here it comes again!"

She crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue as her pussy juices flowed through her panties onto the seat.

"Ahh! It feels too good. I'm being forced to cum with my ass over and over again. This is torture! My asshole is still sensitive, but it's not allowed to get a break. I'm gonna die from this pleasure!"

"I knew you would like that toy, but I didn't think your sluttiness would get us into this much trouble."

"Well, what do you expect? It's modeled after your cock, after all. Ahh! There's no way I can go anywhere without wearing it now. It feels like you're fucking me non-stop. I don't think I can hold back my voice much longer."

"Calm down, mom. You'll just have to endure it until the hearing is over," Bart said. "Same goes for you, Lisa. If you two can refrain from touching yourselves, I'll make it all worth it when we get home."

"I'm sorry sweetie. I can feel it. This next orgasm is going to make me scream," Marge said with tears of suppressed pleasure in her eyes. She helplessly tried to cover her mouth, but the increasing volume of her moans could not be stopped.

"Don't worry, bro. I've got this," Lisa said. She sneakily pulled down her panties, crumbled them up and shoved them in her mother's drooling mouth. "That should muzzle her for the time being."

"Good thinking, Lis. But you better not flash your pretty pussy to any lucky bastard while you're going commando."

Being gagged by her daughter's panties made Marge unable to moan aloud. But that didn't mean that she could stop cumming. She breathed heavily through her nose, her enormous butt twitching and the puddle under her chair growing bigger and bigger.

Amid all this confusion Bart hadn't even paid attention to the witness testimonies given by Martin, Milhouse and his other classmates. But he felt pretty confident that they only had good things to say about him.

"Next we will hear a few words from Bart's homeroom teacher, Mrs. Krabappel."

The brunette teacher walked up to the podium. Her huge boobs seemed bouncier than usual and one could even make out the shape of her nipples poking through her blouse.

"Is she not wearing a bra?" Lisa asked. Bart was wondering the same thing.

"Good evening, everyone," Edna said, speaking in an unusually seductive tone reminiscent of Jessica Rabbit. She leaned slightly forward, giving the audience a good view of her shameless cleavage. "I know many of you… particularly the fathers, have expressed concern about Bart Simpson's behavior in and outside the school. Some of you have pointed to his past encounters with law enforcement or the time he tricked the entire town to believe he was an innocent kid trapped in a well."

"Why's she bringing that up? What's she doing?" Bart bit his fingernails.

"As his homeroom teacher I know better than anyone that Bart has never been a perfect student. But in the recent weeks he has made a genuine effort improve. His test scores have risen dramatically, proving that he has the potential to achieve greatness when given the right amount of encouragement and motivation. He has shown greater interest in… extracurricular tutoring sessions. Furthermore, while Bart has been known as a prankster in the past, he has never been a violent person. And I believe that the testimonies of his classmates have proved that beyond a doubt."

"Thank you, Edna," Principal Skinner said, grabbing the microphone. "The jury will now retire to a classroom to deliberate their final decision. The rest of you can help yourselves to some cranberry juice and cookies in the meantime."

"Alright, mom," Bart said. "People are getting up. This is good chance to use the crowd as a cover and take out the buttplug."

Of course the blue-haired mother could not answer with the panties in her mouth. And even if she heard him, Bart wasn't sure if she heard him. Marge had been forced to orgasm so many times in a row that she was basically unconscious by now. Bart gave her support and helped her stand up on her wobbly feet. Lisa rolled up her mother's dress quickly and pulled out the sex toy. She took out the batteries, causing the buttplug to stop vibrating.

"Okay, put it back in quickly," Bart said.

"Not so fast," Lisa said. She wrapped her small lips around the toy and sucked on it. "Mmmmh. The taste is so strong. Mom must've been wearing this daily ever since she got it."

"You'll have time to taste the real thing once we get home. Just hurry up and hide that thing before someone sees."

Lisa obeyed. She put the deactivated buttplug back where she got it and pulled down Marge's dress. Next it was time to remove the gag.

"Open wide, mom."

"Ahh…"

Lisa pulled the slimy panties from Marge's mouth. She held the soaked underwear over her open mouth and squeezed them like a cleaning rag. Marge's saliva absorbed by the cloth rained down on the little girl's tongue.

"Ahh, mom! Your saliva is so sweet. And it still has the lingering aftertaste of Bart's cum. I can tell he's done a good job marking every corner your mouth with his seed."

"Thanks, sweeties," Marge said, still catching her breath. "You two really saved our butts from getting caught."

"For a butt like yours we'd do anything," Bart smirked and gave his MILF's posterior a loving squeeze.

The trio went to get some refreshments now that their little dilemma had been resolved. After about fifteen minutes, Principal Skinner showed up back on the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the jury has reached a verdict. Based on all available evidence and witness testimonies we have decided that neither Bart Simpson nor Jimbo Jones will be expelled from Springfield Elementary. It seems that this incident has been blown out of proportion and can be shrugged off as just a misunderstanding and boys being boys. Bart and Jimbo, if you could just come up here and shake hands we can all go home."

There were some murmurs, but overall the crowd didn't seem displeased. They hadn't seen any convincing proof that convinced that an assault with a taser had occurred. After Bart and Jimbo apologized to each other, the gatherers started to disperse. But Bart wasn't ready to go home just yet.

"You two go ahead. I'll catch up," he said to his family.

"Bart! You promised I'd get to blow you," Lisa whined under her breath.

"Don't worry, it'll just take a moment. I just want to go thank Mrs. Krabappel for sticking her neck out for me."

"That's not the only thing she stuck out," Lisa grumbled. "She was really flaunting those melons. I have a feeling I know how exactly you're planning to thank her."

"Oh, get your mind out of the gutter," Bart played innocent. "Just fool around with mom till I get home. It won't be long."

"Fine. But you better fuck our brains our when you come back."

"See you later, sweetie," Marge said, kissing her son on both cheeks. "I'm so happy that you didn't get expelled".

Bart dashed toward his classroom. He had won the bet. And now it was time to claim his prize. As soon as he entered the classroom, Edna pulled him in, slammed door and locked it. She hugged Bart tightly and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"You did it! I can't believe it. I don't know how, but you managed to avoid expulsion. This is fantastic."

"Yeah, that reminds me," Bart said, pulling down his shorts. "I seem to recall us having a certain wager."

Edna released the boy from her embrace and stuck up her nose. "I can't believe you. Here I was worried that I might never get to see you again and you were just thinking about blowing your load on my tits like I'm just some cheap whore."

"You are a whore, but not a cheap one," Bart said cockily. "I've worked very hard to earn the right to cum on your sexy body. And speaking of whoring, what was with you trying to seduce all the men in the audience?"

"Hmph. That's called using my womanly charms. A good portion of the jury consistent of horny fathers, so it was easy for me to convince them to vote the right way. Of course I never even considered sleeping with any of them."

"Oh. So you have no problem teasing dozens of guys with your breasts, but you don't put out for any of them."

"Like I said, I'm not a whore."

"But you have no problem letting your hung student cum on your fat titties."

"Oh, shut up."

"You're right. Let's stop talking and commence with the titfucking."

Edna sighed and pulled her blouse over her breasts without taking it off completely. Bart sat back on a chair and let his raging boner stand ready. Mrs. Krabappel knelt down in front of him while cupping the underside of both of her boobs. She drooled a little on her cleavage to lubricate it, then aimed the bottom of her breasts at the tip of Bart's cock. The boy's penis was instantly swallowed between the enormous bosoms.

"Ha! Even your big meatrod looks tiny when it's sandwiched between these puppies."

Bart couldn't tell if she was mocking him or complimenting herself. Either way, he didn't really care, because he was too preoccupied with the warm pillowy softness swallowing his member. Edna used her hands to push her breasts tighter together while bouncing them up and down as if she were juggling them. She stuck her tongue out and let more of her saliva fall on the tip of Bart's penis, which peeked from the top of her cleavage every time she moved down.

"Ahh! That feels so good. I'm gonna cum soon."

"Already? There's no need to rush. We've got time," Edna said with a hint of disappointment. She slowed down her pace, thinking it might make her partner last longer. But that only made the titfuck feel more sensual. Bart's penis could feel every inch of her mommy-milkers caressing him like a silky and warm blanket.

"There's no way any man could endure this for long. Your tits feel incredible. They warp around my dick so smoothly. I can't wait to use your chest as my cumdump. Your nipples are basically just bullseyes for me to shoot my load."

"Ugh. All you men are the same. Treating women like fleshlights and finishing just when it starts to get fun. Is it really that fun to jizz all over your lonely teacher in her midlife crisis? Do you get off on humiliating me just because you have a huge cock for your age?"

"Yes," Bart replied without hesitation. "And you love being humiliated. I can tell. Otherwise you wouldn't let me fuck those huge tits of yours."

"Just hurry up and cum already then. If I'm nothing but a cumdumpster for you, just use me like one and get it out of your system."

"With pleasure," Bart said and stood up. He grabbed Mrs. Krabappel by the shoulders and started humping her breasts. Edna used her elbows to push her boobs together as tightly as she could, looking up at Bart with half-closed eyes and panting to the pace of his thrusts.

"Hah, hah. You're fucking my boobs as if my cleavage were a pussy. This is too rough for me. I might hurt my back. I'm not as nimble as I used to be."

"Oh, quit worrying. You're in great shape. You look better than most women your age!"

"Really?"

"Yes, really! Why do you think a young stud is obsessed with you instead of younger girls? It's because you're a real catch, Mrs. K."

"Oh, Bart, I…"

"No time to get sappy. I'm gonna finish."

"Do it! Cover my breasts."

"What are you?"

"I'm a big-titted whore!"

"That's what I like to hear! Catch my jizz with your gigantic tits, you filthy cumslut!"

Bart pulled his dick out of Edna's cleavage and shot his sperm all over the upper parts of her heaving boobs. The woman pushing her tits together caused the semen to gather in a puddle on the top of her cleavage. When she released her hands, the cum-river was allowed to flow down freely. The big-chested teacher leaned back with an ecstatic smile and watched the thick semen move down her tits and past her belly button. After a couple minutes of dizzy reflection she pulled out a handkerchief started wiping herself clean.

"Hey, aren't you gonna drink it?" Bart asked.

"I agreed to give you a boobjob. I never said I'd drink your cum."

"Geez, why do you have to be such a stickler for details?" Bart sighed.

"Well, I guess you were right. I am an expensive whore. Keep working hard to impress me and then we can talk about your next reward."

"Fair enough," Bart shrugged. He had expected Edna to drop her façade of authority completely by now, but it seemed that the proud woman still wanted to maintain control in their relationship. She seemed to accept being Bart's cumdumpster, but only on her own terms. Maybe that was good enough for now.