The Simpsons: Bart

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- Haaaa... Haaah!

Holding Gina's weighty arse while she tried to rip off probably the most important part of my body with her saber-toothed tiger...

- Aah! Haa!...

Gina was making wild, more animal noises. Her breathing was aggressive and ragged, getting deeper with each new thrust.

- Come on! Bart! A little more!

It's hard to hold back, for no matter what angle you look at it from, Gina is a hot girl. Even the scars on her strong but still feminine body were not ugly.

I think it's called 'fit.' Like a gap between teeth that can make certain people cute, the scars on Gina's body added a certain danger, a bad girl feeling to her.

- Aaah!...

- Kggh!...

- Haa haaaa...

That's probably why there's a certain separate layer of pleasure in giving up control to a girl like this, letting all that scary and dangerous spill out her lustful desires like some bitch in heat.

- Hoooo. Do you want some? - after her orgasm, Gina slid off me on shaky legs, immediately smoking the joint I'd brought.

- Hoo. - and as has become customary, I take a puff after her.

From the first puff, I no longer mistake it as a conch, nor do I take too deep, strong puffs. Inhaling the amount of poison that takes me to heaven not through trying to spit out my lungs.

In what, in what, but in that puffing after sex is one of the best things on the planet - Gina was right. In addition to the stress relief after orgasm, weed makes your whole body go limp, increasing the dose of relaxation by a factor of ten.

- Hey, mate, don't smoke it all... Ha-ha, I literally worked my arse off these bad boys this time....

The only 'problem' is, it takes more and more puffs for me to really relax when my mind goes into some weird, anxiety-free state.

- Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're right. - After returning the joint to Gina, I took a roll out of my bag and smoked it myself. After all, in case of a shortage of product, I take a couple of doses more with me, so it won't be a problem if one or two joints get lost in transit....

.....

Having fucked Gina and relaxed a bit, I went back to delivery. Usually I deliver to Gina at the end of the day, but sometimes she has work or other commitments, so it's back to the proverbial reality.

- Bart, Bartik, here's the thing. - where I'm still visiting the homes of shaky-handed draftsmen. - Grandma's pension's been delayed, and I can't get my debts paid. Fucking bitches, huh?

It's funny to think that such pathetic people once made me afraid. I never thought I'd be working with people I despise, and here I am, delivering substances to losers.

- Ha!

- Huh? What's so funny, Bart?

'That there are people who are losers even in my eyes,' - naturally, having some professional ethics, I didn't say my thoughts out loud. Although under the influence of the weed, I really wanted to.

- Anyway, Bart, you know what? Could you help me out, like a brother? Just one time. Gahhhh! Ghaa! Khaaah!

After one punch to the kidneys, the shirik immediately lost his grip on my shoulders and his eyes brightened up.

- Bar-Ghaa! Khaaah!

*Clap.

Apparently even his brains fell into place for a moment, and instead of continuing his pleas through coughing, he slammed the door shut, ending his waste of my time.

.....

- So, Bart, did you deliver everything? - Instead of Gina, my day ended at the brothel, where I returned the bag of leftovers.

- No, the guy with the third one didn't have it, so I sent him away. - sitting in my chair, I pulled out a porno magazine and flipped through it. Finally being able to finish reading an article about replacing tiles... In magazines of dubious content there are quite strange articles, but due to the naked women in the background - to read even them interesting.

- God, you're so heartless. - with a smile, my bag was taken from me and checked. - You're going to the club tonight.

- Thanks, no mood. Plus, I've already done one stretch today, so.

- Bart-Bart, that wasn't a question. I'm telling you you're going to the club tonight.

- Haa. Okay. - and I'm just getting to the point of dealing with the problem of too large tiles and corners....

.....

Today, instead of shooting an affordable chic for a small dose of buzz, I was handed some pretty serious merchandise and told to barter.

- Okay - for the second time today, regretting that the day didn't end at Gina's, I realised that tomorrow I'm going to want to sleep all day.

- Really? What, no objections at all? - my reaction surprised the caterer. - You've changed, Bart. You look more like a real man.

After receiving a friendly pat on the back, I went snooping around the standard nightclub, looking for a certain contingent of people....

The funny thing is, I'm not looking for people who, shall we say, want the goods. No, they can find me. I'm looking for people who don't mind trying it. People who are either bored and want to get high in some way. Or, alternatively, having too much fun, trying to catch every second of the high.

- Hey, miss me? - and the cardinal rule is.

- Oh! Ha-ha-ha-ha! You jumped out like that, you scared me! Ha-ha-ha-ha! - in the right alcoholic condition.

.....

- Mnhmmm!

It's selling like hotcakes.

- Mnghhhhmmm!

- Teeth!

I've even decided to let myself relax a little.

- Kggh!

- Mrgghhhhhh!

- There, I've got it.

Throwing the bag to the girl, right on top of her short red evening dress, the girl who was throwing up my cum on the gents floor, I decided to call it a day.

*♪ Falling ♪

- ...If anyone takes it, it's your own fault. - Commented on the passing out of a mediocre blow job that, let's be honest, didn't work.

- Having fun? - they were waiting for me on the way out.

- I'll wrap it up soon. - I handed over the bag of leftovers.

- Wow, you're out of white? I hope you didn't give it away for blowjobs in the loo.

- Then I wouldn't have come out of it. Shall we settle up here? Or here?

- Let's do it on the spot, you go ahead, I'll do a bit of barking myself. Maybe someone will fall on my fangs too.

- Good luck, then.

I clapped you on the shoulder this time. Then I headed first to my house, and then turned towards the brothel. Where I ended up spending the night.

.....

All in all, the old saying about time being a healer turned out to be true. In fact, since I was a rising sports star, my life has slowly started to get back on track.

Every now and then, I even get a blow job without active dental involvement, lol.

On a more serious note, I have a girlfriend that I fuck all the time, a job that has already brought me enough money to rent a flat and more. I even have a place to crash. And it's not so shitty, especially when some junkie isn't shitting himself.

So what else do you need for a happy life?

- Hoooo. Haaah.

Though even if that's not enough, I have pretty easy access to happiness stimulants.....

.....

- Where have you been all week?!

The only problem is getting home so my parents don't file a missing persons report and I don't end up in jail.

- Bart, you've become completely out of control.

Although I guess with the constant scandals when I come home, I'm used to a less than friendly routine.... Thanks, Mum, I think thanks to you, I can survive prison.

- Either live in my house according to my rules, or if you're so mature at eighteen, you can go wherever your heart desires!

Mum, you're such a--

- I'm so fucked up.

- What?! How are you talking to me, Bart?! What is wrong with you?! I just don't n-

- I'm out of here, I'm out of here!

I pushed Marge out the door and started packing my things. Marge yelled something from behind the door, but I didn't care.

- Son, Mum asked me to give you a lift.

When I got out, I was met by Homer at the wheel of the car. Once again with the face of an abandoned puppy. That's annoying.

Without answering him, I threw my bag on my bike and rode towards town, where I stopped at a well-known place.

.....

So, at last, the picture of my happy life was finally complete. I was free, and I was free of empty connections.

- What are you doing? - Gina came to me while I was looking through my phone.

- I'm just realising I don't understand people at all. - being a bit stoned, I answered her somewhat incoherently.

The thing is, even though our relationship had come to an end. Chick flies the nest, the whole thing. Marge keeps texting me.

- Oh, screw it.

Not even wanting to read them, I deleted them all. I blocked the numbers of Marge, Homer and Lisa.

- Finally, the Simpson family was rid of the bald sheep... - feeling genuinely happy for my former family, I smiled involuntarily.

- Bart, what are you doing?

- Hey, how about one more time?

- Okay. - with a look of doubt on her face, Gina turned to the dresser. - Fuck, we're out of condoms.

- Come on, I'll be on time, I promise.

- Bart.

- One time won't do anything, Gina.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I promise. It's gonna be okay. - as I climbed on top of Gina, I said in a whisper that made it clear I wouldn't take no for an answer before I...