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Lisa's Story (mf, mast, teen)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1993
My real name is Lisa, sometimes called Monalisa by my father and
a few other friends. Not because I look like her, but more because
I have a sweet innocent look, so I'm told......If they only
knew.........
I'm 24 years old, very black hair to my shoulders with long,
loose curls, which I sometimes wear up or tied back. I'm 5'6" tall
and weight 126 lbs. I am, I've been told, very attractive. I have
done some modeling for cosmetics and swim suits. I measure
34D-21-34. My breasts are very firm and nicely shaped and appear
very large on my small frame, and I rarely wear a bra. My nipples
are almost always hard and protrude way out when I get excited. I
have nicely shaped, long, thin legs, that I love to show off, a
nice flat tummy, and a tight round bum.
Although it may not sound it, I am really quit shy. This
anonymity thing allows exposing and saying things that would
normally be only in my thoughts....and its fun and very
exciting...SEXUALLY exciting!!! And now just thinking about who
may read this, I can feel my nipples starting to get hard. I'm in
school today so I am wearing a bra, a pink, lacy, demi-bra which
doesn't do much except look good and feel good but it doesn't hold
my nipples back they seem to pop right over the low cut of the bra
and rub on my blouse. I'm wearing a pink silk blouse that just
seems to cling to my nipples, a black pleated skirt just above my
knees, nude stockings and black heels. Oh ya, and tiny, little,
pink, lacy panties. Well I can't continue right now, I'm getting
too excited.
I'm home now, or I should say, in my apartment. It's a rainy
dismal Friday in Boston and I have no plans. Frankly, now that I've
started this I can't wait to get back to it. But, first off with my
clothes, bra, and panties.....Back in a minute!
Oh that feels much better. I'm wearing a gray cut off sweatshirt
that just hangs from my tits and exposes my tummy and silky men's
boxer shorts, kind of blue paisley. I love these boxer shorts.
They're very comfortable and loose so I can get at everything. OK.
I've tied my hair up, and put on my glasses and I'm ready to get
on.
I grew up in a small well to do community south of Boston. A
mother, father and two brothers, me in the middle, and I still live
there when I'm not at school. My older brother is 5 years older
than me and the other 5 years younger. It was with my older
brother that I had my first sexual experience... sort of.
I was 8 years old, it was a summer day around the pool and my
parents had some friends over, which include a couple of teenage
girls. The girls had gone into the cabana to change and I was
looking for some water toy or something and went behind the cabana.
There, standing on a lawn chair was my brother Rob. At first I
wasn't sure what I was seeing, so I hid behind a shrub and watched.
Rob was standing on the chair looking in the little window of
the dressing room. I could hear the girls inside and it only took
a minute to figure out what he was doing. As I continued to watch
I could see more going on than just peeking in the window. Rob had
his bathing suit on, he had pulled the leg aside and was playing
with his little prick. I say little now, but I was 8 and he was 13
and at that time it didn't look little to me. As I continued to
watch I felt a kind of tingling all over. I could see his prick was
kind of stiff and sticking out. He was holding it with his thumb
and fingers and pumping away. Well, I had never seen a prick
before, and certainly never one doing this. I couldn't move, or
didn't want to. The tingling felt so good I didn't want to move for
fear it would stop. That was the first time my nipples got hard and
they haven't gone down since. Though I didn't know what was
happening, I did know that I liked the feeling very much. I could
hear the girls coming out of the cabana now and I ran back to the
pool.
All day long , as we played around the pool I kept watching my
brother. I began seeing things I never noticed before. Sometimes
when he would come out of the pool his bathing suit would be
sticking out in the front. Probably playing with it under water I
thought, and when he sat on the edge of the pool I made sure I was
in the water positioned just right so I could see up the leg of his
suit....and there it was, his little prick. Well, I just kept doing
this all day, because, when ever I saw it I got that tingling
feeling, and I liked that a lot.
Later that day I told Rob that I saw him behind the cabana and
I was going to tell mom. He said, "If you don't tell I'll let you
touch it," and ran off. Now, I meant that I was going to tell mom
about spying on the girls. It took me a while but when I figured
out what he meant, it sounded pretty good.
That night, around nine, I went to Robs room, flung the door
open, walked right in and said, "Here I am." His reaction, of
course, was....what do YOU want?, get out of here!, beat it you
little creep!!, etc., etc. After I reminded him of his promise and
with the help of a few threats, we got down to business.
"O.K. Lisa, but if you say anything to anyone you've had it."
He still had on his bathing suit and was lying down, after some
coaxing he stood up, slipped it off and sat down beside me on the
bed.
" O.K. Lisa there it is. Go ahead and touch it if you dare."
Well, I wasn't about to tell anyone. I mean, look what I was
about to do, and it was my idea.
Yes in deed there it was. It didn't look quite the same as it
did behind the cabana, but it was a lot closer now and it was
mine.....sort of. And there we were, the two of us, just there
sitting on the edge of Robs bed in silence staring a Robs little
prick. I reached out and touched the end with my finger, nothing.
So I picked it up between my thumb and finger and started, ever so
slowly, moving up and down. It only took a few strokes and things
started to change fast.
The little prick was now a big prick. ( all things taken into
consideration) This was incredible. I don't think Rob even knew it
could get this big. Well, I kept going at it, now with my whole
hand wrapped around it and a little faster. It felt soooo good, my
tingling was back and my tiny little nipples were hard as pencil
erasers. I had one hand at Rob's right thigh, my right hand pumping
away at this incredible toy that Rob gave me to play with, and still
staring at it in disbelieve.......it felt soooooooo good.
I could feel Robs hips start to move and I looked up and Rob had
laid back on the bed and was making moaning noises. Well, I thought
I had hurt him or something was really wrong, and I stopped. " Oh
my god, are you alright ?" I asked Rob. In a very moany voice he
replied "Yes, yes please keep going. It never felt like this
before. It feels good, I like it." Well I liked it too, and he
didn't have to ask twice.
Now I was getting into it. But, something had changed. Now I
was in control. What I was doing to Rob gave me, not only this
great tingling, but a sense of power that I never new existed. I
began to experiment. I would go slower and then faster. Each motion
would get a reaction from Rob. I could get him to make different
sounds, and twitch, and move his hips just by squeezing or pumping
his prick a different way. Up and down, faster, slower, squeeze and
pump, over the top, just on the end, full strokes, up, down, up
,down, up, down. I was bouncing up and down on the bed with the
rhythm, and I felt incredible. How long could this last ? All of a
sudden the thing squirted a stream about a foot in the air, Rob
let out a loud AHHHHHHHHH, and I jumped off the bed and just stood
there looking at Rob with my mouth open in total amazement. Rob was
still OOOOing, and his prick was still squirting. I didn't know
what happened. I knew it wasn't pee, because I had it on my hand
and it was white and sticky. However, I did feel that what ever
just happened, I made it happen and it made Rob feel real good, and
I felt GREAT. As soon as I could move I ran to my room.
Well, I thought about this a lot, and I liked it!
The next day Rob explained to me what happened, I guess as good
as a 13 year old could. " Cum ? " I said. He said that he had never
done that before and he was very surprised, but it felt
sensational.
It didn't take long, and I not sure who talked who into it, and
we were doing it again. We continued to do it for a long time. It
gave me an incredible feeling all over my little body that I loved
and I was in control and needless to say, Rob loved it. It was our
little secret......so I thought.
I would give Rob a hand job when ever he,(I), wanted, and I was
getting real good at it. After almost a year, Rob asked me to do it
to one of his friends.
It didn't take much coaxing and the excitement of holding
another boys prick was overwhelming. It became an exclusive little
club. Me, Rob, and three of his friends. I would jerk them off
anytime they wanted, and I would get rides to the mall, to school,
or just about anything a 10, 11, or 12 year old girl could wanted
they were always nice to me. Even small amounts of money,
sometimes. I would have played with them for nothing, I guess they
must have felt guilty or they just didn't realize how much I loved
it. It was always handjobs. No fucking, sucking, or titty touching.
I never even thought about those things. All I wanted was to take
their pricks out, make them big and stiff, and watch them cum off.
That was all I needed.....I thought.
There was one boy that I liked better than the others. He was
the youngest, 15, and had a much larger and thicker cock than the
others and I liked playing with his the best. I used two hands on
him and it took a long time to make him cum and I liked that a lot.
He treated me different too. He would talk to me while I was
playing with his big very hard prick, tell me how good it felt and
how good I made him feel. He would tell me when it was going to cum
and I would pump it a little faster and aim it away from my face,
which seemed to be a favorite target of the other boys, and he
would give me a little kiss on my cheek when he left. So the day
Brian showed up all alone and said lets go to the tree house I
didn't hesitate.
It was an early Fall day and the other boys had stayed at school
for football practice. They had built a tree house in the woods
behind our house a few years ago, and this is where most of our fun
took place, but I had never been there with just one boy before. I
knew what going to the tree house meant, I had been going there for
almost 4 years, and going there alone with Brian was very exciting,
I could already feel my body tingling. I was now thirteen and
developing fast. I had long grown out of training bras and had
worked my way up to a whopping 32B, and on my small 86lb. body,
those little suckers looked good. I was still in my school uniform;
a grey pleated skirt very short, navy blue sweater,(no blouse
today), white knee sox, and black flats, and just like now, I
rarely wore a bra. My tits have always been very firm and perfectly
shaped and it always felt good when my nipples rubbed against my
clothes, they are very sensitive. I never wore a skirt except to
school and this was the first time I had to climb the tree house
ladder in one. " Go ahead up." Brian said. " I'm right behind you."
Half way up I stopped and looked down just in time to catch Brian,
who was still on the ground, looking right up my skirt. Well, this
was a first. I'm not sure what I thought but I felt a shiver go
through me, but I didn't do anything to keep him from looking. When
we got inside we sat cross legged on the floor facing each other
and I could see that Brian's prick was already hard and thought it
must have happened when he looked up my skirt, and I got another
little shiver. Other times it wouldn't get stiff until I started
playing with it. Pricks were one of my favorite things and I had
learned a lot about them in the last 4 years. I knew when a boy had
a hard on, and Brian's was all ready to go...I thought to myself.
After some conversation Brian told me that he wanted to see my
tits. Well, this was a new twist, and it was O K, but I always got
what I wanted when the boys wanted something, and I wanted Brian's
prick. I wanted to see it pop out of his pants already stiff and
thick and hard. We were sitting on the floor across from each
other, my skirt covered my crotch and my little white nylon panties
but exposed almost all of my thighs and legs. " O K " I said,
taking a deep breath and sticking out my chest, I pulled my sweater
up over my proud, perky tits exposing my hard, erect nipples. Your
turn I said, but Brian just sat there staring at my tits, and my
little shivers turned into uncontrollable tingling. " Take it out
Brian!" I insisted. He jumped up, quickly unzipped his pants, and
his prick popped out like a jumping jack, then he sat back down and
never once took his eyes off my tits. Well, he wasn't down for more
than 3 seconds when I reached out and grabbed his huge, stiff,
dripping cock with both hands. At the same time Brian slid both
hands under my sweater and lifted it up, again exposing my tits.
Which was fine with me, I had what I wanted, and it was bigger and
thicker than ever before and I wasn't about to let go. Brian leaned
forward and kissed my cheek, let go of my sweater, and cupped one
hand around each of my tits. My hands stopped moving, but I never
let go of his cock. An incredible sensation came all over my body.
I never felt anything like this before. Brian had his hands on my
bare tits....OH GOD......OOOOOOOOOoooooooo Brian firmly squeezed
one tit and rub his thumb over the hard, erect nipple of the other
one, and gave a little moan. I shivered all over, I felt like I was
going to explode and I started wiggling in place, and tightening my
thighs and my little ass, and flapping my knees up and down, but
never letting go of his prick. I started pumping on Robs, now
throbbing cock to the same rhythm of my legs going up and down and
Brian's hands were all over my tits. Squeezing, rubbing, and
pinching my nipples OH.....GOD I was going crazy and moaning loudly
......... then Brian let out a screaming
AAAAAHHH.....AAAAHHHHHHH......AHHHHHHHH...and his cock fired a
steady stream of CUM all the way up into my face, but I never
flinched and kept jerking his cock and Rob kept squeezing my
nipples and moaning, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, which is what I would
have said if I could have talked. I just couldn't get out a word.
I was panting, moaning, cum dripping from my face I was licking it
from my lips, bouncing up and down and pumping away on Brian's
still hard, still cumming, big, wonderful cock. It was the most
unbelievable feeling I ever had. Nothing that I had done over the
past four years had even come close. I was in another world, I had
no idea what was going on around me or where I was. I just couldn't
stop flapping my legs and jerking off Brian's cock. I felt like I
was being fucked up my ass, in my cunt, in my mouth, and between my
tits all at the same time, but I wouldn't know what that felt like
for 5 more years. Cum on my face and lips was nothing new, but it
was never Brian's cum and it never tasted like this. Brian let out
a big sigh and fell over backwards, his prick still hard and
sticking straight up and I held on with both hands pumping slowly.
I was on my knees between Brian's legs, licking cum off my lips and
watching Brian's cock oooz cum on every up stroke. I leaned forward
and put my mouth on the head of his prick and sucked it like a
straw in a too thick shake. It felt like a big rubber lolly pop and
tasted sweet syrup. I started moving my head with the motion of my
hands, taking more and more of Brian's thick shaft in my mouth.
Brian was near silent, breathing very heavy, and raising his hips
on every down stroke. I was rocking back and forth, my head bobbing
up and down and hands pumping, and except for the slurping and
heavy breathing it was dead quiet.
Then out of the silence, voices, it was Rob and the boys and
they were coming to the tree house. We both heard them at the same
time. Brian jumped to his knees and looked out the window. "It's
John and David and they're coming over here!" He whispered, as he put
my toy away and fixed his shirt and pants. I was still on my knees
with my skirt lifted like a towel wiping my face and trying to
catch my breath. Then we heard Rob's voice. "Hey you guys, she's
not home, come wait in here." He shouted to them from our back
door.
As soon as they were gone we climbed down. Brian kissed me on
the cheek and ran off and I ran home. When I walked in Rob, John,
and David were sitting there waiting for me. "Lisa, do you want to
go to the tree house?" They harmonized. "No. I cant right now, I
don't feel good." I moaned, and went up to my room. The truth was
that I felt sooooo good I wanted to be alone and enjoy it. Any
other time I would have led the way to the tree house and been very
excited by their oooing and ahhhing while I played with little
pricks. But I had just had the most wonderful experience of my life
and I wanted to savor it for as long as possible.
With my eyes closed, laying on the bed in my little, white,
silk panties I recalled every detail of my escapade with Brian. My
breathing had not yet returned to normal and my body was still
trembling. I could still taste the cum in my mouth and my lips and
hands were kind of stiff and sticky. As I dreamed on I began to
explore my own body. Feeling my tits like Brian did...pinching my
nipples and rubbing the firm little mounds that totally filled my
hands. I was making myself feel the same way. I had no idea I could
this to myself and it felt wonderful. I kept rubbing and squeezing
and pinching. I started sliding one hand down over my body to my
tummy, I could feel the edge of my panties. I kept caressing my
tits with my left hand, slowly slid the other one under my panties
and over the soft little mound new hair. I could feel wetness on
the back of my hand. My panties were all wet. I felt my pussy, It
too was all wet. It felt like Brian's cum. I started to rub up and
down on it like I did on Brian's prick. I was breathing very heavy
now and my hips were moving with the motion of my hand. "OH
Brian's prick, Brian's prick!!!!" I cried out and arched my back
and pushed a finger inside my soaking wet cunt and SCREAMED OH GOD,
OH GOD, OH GOD, and a feeling came over me like a tidal wave as if
my body was being tickled by thousands of feathers, from the top of
my head to the tips of my toes, and I came and came and came, and
came, and came............
Subject: Lisa's Story 2 (mf,pedo,teen)
From: "Col. Brewster" <macvsog@mercury.gaianet.net>
Date: 1996/07/05
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest
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I did not write this story!
Lisa's Story - Chapter 2
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After that wonderfully, inlighting afternoon I only saw Brian in
school a couple of times, we only said Hi as we passed in the halls
and nothing more. Brian would give me a wink and a smile and just
keep walking. I never tried for anything more. After that day in
the tree house both Brian and I were different. We had changed some
how, I wasn't quite sure how, but nothing would ever be the same.
Not for me, for Brian, or the rest of our little sex club. There
would be no more fun in the tree house, no more hand jobs for Rob,
John, or David, and no more sucking on Brian's big, thick,
marvelous cock.
That Winter Brian's family moved away and Rob was dating the
younger sister of one of the girls he was peeping on in the cabana
5 years ago. She was beautiful and they seemed to hit it off very
well..... probably gave great handjobs, I thought, but I'm sure
that Rob, just like me, had moved up to bigger and better things.
Though I was still a virgin, (well lets say I hadn't been fucked
yet), I'm sure that Rob had found Heather's cunt to be far more
satisfying than my hand...."How could he?" And tits, at 18,
Heather was the envy of every girl in school, and she knew it and
used it,(them), she was HUGE. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits, on
a tall, slender body, and what else, a cheerleader. I hated
her,(not really), not so much for her beauty, but more because she
occupied all of Rob. Rob was maturing very fast I thought. He was
tall, dark hair, he had my mothers blue eyes, (that I always
wanted), and he was handsome like my father. He played football all
through Jr. High and High School and was very good. Not a super
star, but he was admired by all of his team mates, coaches, and of
course, the cheerleaders. He was strong and muscular and very
popular with everyone. He had earned a scholarship and was very
excited about going to college.
Both Rob and Heather were seniors and were getting ready to go
away to college after graduation. They were going to different
schools and would probably only see each other during breaks. You
would think that their world was coming to an end the way they
acted. They were always hanging on each other. Or was it just the
sex that made them that way? I didn't know for sure, I just
assumed she had taken over where I left off.
My father was an investment banker and both he and my mother did
a lot of traveling. When I was old enough to take care of Eric, (my
younger brother, now eight), it seemed they were hardly ever home.
It was a very hot afternoon in late June, I was just coming in
from school and our parents were away. Rob, being a senior, had
graduated a couple of weeks before and Eric wouldn't be home for
two more hours. As I passed Rob's room I could hear voices, behind
the closed door. Not words, but sounds. I stopped for a second
and listened. It was Rob and Heather, it didn't take long to figure
that out and the sounds were not unfamiliar either. They made me
think of Brian and that day in the tree house and a pleasurable
vibration went through my body and I felt those tingling
sensations in my cunt. I swung my book bag in front of me and
squeezed it between my legs, pulling up on the strap the bag came
up under my skirt and the corner of the canvas pushed hard against
the crotch of my panties, I squeezed my legs tighter and echoed the
soft moan that came through the door, I quivered all over and ran
to my room.
I flung the book bag, fell across my bed, pulled up my skirt and
began rubbing the wet spot on my panties, but it wasn't enough. I
wanted to see what Rob and Heather were doing. I wanted to see what
it was that took him away from me. I tip toed past Rob's door to
Eric's room. Rob and Eric shared a bathroom, with a door going into
it from each room. If Eric's side was unlocked and Rob's door was
closed I might be able to see what they were doing. I tried Eric's
bathroom door. It was unlocked and I opened it slowly hoping that
Rob's door would be closed. As the door opened the sounds from
Rob's room became clearer and closer. It was as if I was right in
the room with them. When it was open enough I looked in. "Oh Shit!"
I thought, and pulled my head quickly back. Rob's door was open,
not all the way but too far to make an undetected entrance to the
bathroom and I started very, very slowly to close Eric's door.
When the door was almost closed I looked up and there, through the
tiny remaining crack, reflecting in the mirror over the vanity,
framed like I picture, was Heather's naked, glistening body. She was
kneeling on Rob's bed, straddling his hips, and dripping with
sweat. They were both stark naked. OH MY GOD! Heather! Naked!
She was leaning forward, her hands on either side of Rob's head,
her huge tits inches from Rob's mouth, her long, blonde hair
covering her face, and her round, firm ass was moving up and down
on Robs hard cock.
She was beautiful. She would toss her head back, shake her long
blonde hair down her back and over her shoulders and give a low
moan, then fling her head forward, her hair covering her face and
Rob's, lean down, arch her back, throw her head back again and push
her huge breasts in Rob's face, and never miss a beat as she
continued raising her body to the very tip of his shaft and then
engulfing every inch of it with each downward thrust. I opened the
door a little more in order to see the whole scene without moving
my head back and fourth. The angle was perfect, the view was kind
of to her back and to the side. I could see Rob's cock sliding in
and out of Heather's very hairy, dripping wet, blonde cunt as she
continued to glide up and down on what appeared to be a much larger
cock than what I used to play with. With every down stroke Rob
would let out a muffled AHH, AHH, AHH. He had his mouth and
hands full of Heather's tits. One hand was wrapped around her left
tit holding it up feeding his mouth as he sucked on her big,
protruding nipple. The other hand was squeezing, pinching, and
pulling at Heather's other big, dark brown nipple. I never ever
thought I would get to see Heather's breasts. I had heard girls
talk about them at school, but Heather was 4 years ahead of me and
in another gym class. Hearing the talk at school, and the way the
boys would tease Rob, had me, and a lot of others, very curious.
Heather never tried to hide her figure, in fact quite the opposite.
She would always wear tight sweaters, low cut jerseys, and blouses
unbuttoned just far enough. Both boys and girls alike, would have
given anything to be seeing what I was seeing right now. Heather's
tits! They were even bigger than the appeared in her sweaters, and
YES, they were real. The image before me was incredible. I had only
heard about fucking but never in my wildest dreams thought the girl
was supposed to be on top.
Heather's moans became louder and faster and her pumping was
harder and harder. Just then she sat straight up with her hands
behind her head. She arched her body, her head tilted way back, and
her hips lunging forward on Rob's cock, and my god those tits were
reaching for the sky. She moved her hands down to her knees, then
slowly slid them up her thighs, over her tummy, and cupped both
breasts at the same time. Stopping to circle her big, hard nipples
with the just the palms of her hands, she continued over the top
wrapping her hands around her huge mounds, then smoothly down the
sides. (There was a lot of area to cover). With her hands flat
open and fingers extended up she pushed her enormous breasts up and
together at the same time and in one continuous motion her hands
shot straight up over her head and she SCREAMMMMMMMMMMED. She
screamed and screamed and screamed, her hips surging harder and
faster. It was the best cheer she had ever done. I knew she was
cumming off and it brought me back to a hazy reality. The shock of
seeing all of this had frozen me in place but when Heather screamed
with delight it sent chills up and down my spine and ignited the
desires that had brought me here in the first place.
Heather had collapsed full length on top of Rob, her beautiful
hair covering their faces like a silk scarf. Their bodies were in
slow motion, still pressing together in a slow throbbing kind of
way, their breathing was very heavy and erratic as if they had just
finished a ten mile run. I too had lost my breath and my body was
shaking all over. I dropped to my knees still keeping watch in the
mirror. I released the door knob and my hands slid slowly down over
my tummy pushing hard against my pelvis. My fingers were gathering
up my skirt and rubbing my cunt at the same time. I pulled my
skirt all the way up and pressed my fingers against my soft little
mound and began rubbing my panties. My GOD, I was soaked right
through, they were so wet it was as if I had no panties on at all.
My little cunt lips had sucked my panties right in and were
molded to the shape of my cunt. I started sliding the length of my
index finger up and down in the folds of my vulva, my other fingers
rubbing along the outsides of the little wet sack and squeezing
together around my middle finger. OH GOD it was so good. I had
never been this wet before, and it felt soooo different and soooo
good. My panties were so wet they were transparent. I was holding
my skirt out of the way with one hand, staring down at my pussy
watching my finger slide up and down between my wet panties covered
cunt. I could see the outline of my swollen, pink labia and the wet
matted hair sticking to my panties. I rolled my finger back and
forth in the crevice of soft, wet, fleshly tissue and kept sliding
it up and down at the same time. My juices were still flowing and
I was getting wetter and wetter. As I pressed on my slit and rolled
my finger my cunt lips wrapped it up like a little hotdog in a
soggy, white bun.......
BANG!!! A gust of air hit me in the face, the door moved
and closed my peep crack, but it didn't latch. I froze. It was
Rob's door that slammed, someone was in the bathroom. I dropped my
skirt and started to back up, on my knees. I could hear the water
running and then the toilet flush, the door moved again and my view
was restored. It was Heather, she was walking back to the bed where
Rob was waiting on his knees with his very wet, very hard, very red
cock sticking straight out in front of him. As she got on the bed
she reached out and grabbed a hold of Rob's prick and pulled him
down on top of her. She then reached back above her head and
wrapped her hands around the headboard, she pulled her knees up and
wrapped her legs around Rob's back. He was up on his knees holding
his stiff prick in one hand while the other was opening up
Heather's beautiful pink cunt. Was there anything about this girl
that wasn't perfect, I wondered??? Rob was rubbing just the end of
his cock up and down over Heather's pink, puffy, beautiful cunt. It
was driving her and me crazy. She gave a little moan, arched her
back and Rob's cock disappeared inside her soft, fleshy cavern.
Heather, eyes closed began rolling her head back and forth on the
pillows and moaning softly as Rob pumped away filling her with the
full length of his shaft, drawing it out almost to the end, then
ramming it deeper and slamming his hips against her ass."OH YES, OH
YES, OH Rob FUCK ME, Fuck me, Oh yes...." Heather moaned. Now, this
was fucking was, this is how it was described to me, this was
great. I loved watching Rob fuck Heather. He was just as beautiful
as she was. His strong glistening body, muscles all tight, and his
very big cock fucking away in Heather. It was almost like I was
doing it with him.
I returned to my position, on my knees, holding my skirt up, I
slipped my hand in my panties and inserted my finger inside my
tight, wet pussy and pushed it up hard every time Rob would ram his
cock in Heather. I could hear Rob grunt with every slam and moan on
each back stroke. His breathing was getting faster and very heavy
and I knew he was ready to cum. " Rob, OOOH Rob, .....Please be
careful". Heather whispered. Please be careful? What did that
mean? "AAAAHHHHHHHH, AAAHHH.... AAAHHHHHH". Rob was cumming, I knew
that sound. When I looked up Rob had pulled out of Heather, she had
a hold of his cock, jerking him off, and watching his throbbing
cock shoot stream after stream of cum all over her gigantic mounds.
They were like a shield protecting her beautiful face from Rob's
cannon. Even lying down her tits were still full, firm and huge,
and now shining with Rob's hot, sticky cum which she massaging into
her tits with both her hands as Rob finished squeezing the last
drop of cum out of his pulsing cock. She seemed to enjoy her
breasts almost as much as Rob did. I wondered if she had ever
sucked on Rob's prick, and flashed back to that day in the tree
house with Brian.
With Rob's fucking and my dreaming, I had totally lost any
rhythm I had, and my masturbating had all but stopped. My finger
was still inside me just resting, and kind of flicking back and
fourth as deep inside me as it would reach, sending sparks through
me with each little flick. It was great watching Rob cum off like
that, especially all over Heather's tits. It had been a long time
since I had played with him and I missed it. But given a choice, I
wouldn't have missed this show for anything in the world. Well,
that's what I thought then.
I had gotten so caught up in all of this very hot action I
think I came off with out knowing it. My cunt was like a soft
little natural sponge, soaked in hand cream and dripping wet. It
felt so good cupped in my hand with one finger sticking inside I
wanted to stay there forever and play with myself while I watched
Rob and Heather. My curiosity was more than satisfied. I had seen
far more than I ever expected or could have imagined and I was
content to just sit back on my knees, with my finger flicking
inside me watching their bodies melt together and bring myself to
a climax. I thought it would be the most exciting thing to cum off
while watching Rob and Heather fuck, and I was right on the edge.
It was very quiet now and my breathing was all I could hear and
hoped that I would not be caught before I could finish. Ooo, Ooo,
Ooo, I was getting close. I was flicking my finger inside faster
and harder and with my other hand I was rubbing that little hard
thing on the top of my opening and not taking my eyes off Rob and
Heather.
SLAM...It was the front door.
"Leeessaa, Leeessaa?" It was Eric.
Oh God, not now! How could it be that late already? As I jumped
up I could see that Rob and Heather were also in a panic, running
around the room, picking up clothes, and trying to get dressed in
record time. I ran out Eric's door and down the stairs, fixing my
skirt and drying my hands at the same time. Eric was in the kitchen
with his head in the refrigerator I walked in and plopped on a
stool at the counter.
"Hi Eric." I moaned, out of breath.
"Lisa! Lisa! You should have seen what I saw! I was walking
along the path by Jeffery's house, right. And there was this dead
cat, right. and it had blood all over. . . . . "
"Oh Eric, please, not now!" He slammed the refrigerator door
and stood there staring at me.
"Lisa you look awful, are you sick? I'm hungry. That cat was
gross!. . . . ."
"Eric, please, just get a snack, and change your clothes before
you go out, I'm going to take a shower."
Just then the front door slammed again, and I heard Rob's car
screech out of the driveway. They had made their get away.
Undetected they thought.
"A shower? In the middle of the day? You must be sick."
"Eric, did you hear what I said? Eric? Did you?"
"Yes, Yes, I will!" He griped, as I left the kitchen.
Rob's door was open and I stood in the hall examining the scene.
The bed covers were pulled down and hanging on the floor, the
pillows were all bunched up, and some of Rob's clothes were on the
bed. As I looked closer, I could see something on the floor,
sticking out from under the covers near the foot of the bed. It was
a loop of a strap, a white lacy strap, a BRA STRAP! I ran in and
flipped the covers over. It was Heather's bra. She must have really
been in a hurry to have left it behind. I scooped it up, shoved it
under my sweater and ran to my room.
I pulled Heather's bra out and spread it open on my bed. It was
incredible. White lace all over, with thin lacy straps, three
hooks, underwires, and cups the size of Rob's football. GOD, three
hooks! Underwires! I had never seen a bra this big before, not
even my mothers came close to this. I just kept staring at it as I
got undressed. My little bras were very boring compared to this. I
had some with lace, but not all lace, and nothing that you could
see through. I picked it up and held it to my face. It was soft and
smelled sweet like lilly-of-the-valley. I found the tag and read it
aloud. "Lilly of France, 'Lillyete', 36 DD." I whispered aloud.
Even the name sounded like Heather.
Now completely naked, I took the bra and sat at my vanity. I put
it around me, hooked the three hooks, turned it around, and slipped
my arms through the straps. I looked in the mirror and giggled.
Heather's bra made me look like a six year old dressing up in her
mothers clothes, playing the mommy. My little tits were dwarfed by
the huge cups that hung almost to my waist. I tightened the
straps, centered the cups on my breasts, and with both hands
formed one of the lace cups tight around my firm, little tit. I
could see the dark aureole surrounding my protruding nipple through
the bra and the white lace made my breast look very sexy. I flicked
my nipple with my finger, giving myself a wonderful little tingle
inside. I hid Heather's bra way back in my bra drawer, (and believe
it or not, I still had it up till last year. That story in a future
chapter.) I put on my robe and went to take a shower.
Finished with my shower, I was standing in the bathroom drying
off. I heard a noise at the door and knew exactly what it was.
Eric. He had been chased away by my mother many times before,
telling to "get away from that door while your sister is in the
bathroom". He had hit his head on the doorknob, trying to see
through the key hole. Oh God, this peeping thing must be
heredity, and Eric must have it. I thought to myself.
Mom wasn't here to chase him away and I was in a very strange
mood and feeling very sexy, and decided to let Eric have a good
look. Even though it was Eric, and even though he was only eight,
I still felt very strange.... sexy, or dirty, or horny, or
something. I wasn't sure what it was, but knowing he was out there
watching me was very exciting. I got those same little tingles I
got when I was peeping on Rob. I pictured him staring through the
key hole at my beautiful, naked body with a little hard on,
twitching it between his fingers like Rob did behind the cabana
many years ago. . . Well, if he was going to peep on me, he was
going to see something. I was standing in front of the shower
facing the door with a big towel wrapped around me, I was
completely covered. I dried my face and my hair, let the towel drop
to the floor and turned to face the mirror. I began brushing my
long wet hair. Raising my arms up over my head I was watching my
tits rise and fall with each stroke. I turned slightly towards the
door so Eric wouldn't miss a thing. I felt like I was on stage. I
liked Eric watching me. I liked teasing him, and wondered what he
was thinking and doing. Finished brushing, I picked up the towel,
put one foot on the toilet and started drying my legs. In this
position I was facing the door, with one leg up and knees apart,
exposing everything to Eric's view. I kept drying off, opening and
closing my legs, rubbing the towel over my soft little mound of jet
black hair, leaning forward and hitting my hard little nipples
against my knees, and being very careful not to cover anything for
too long. I finished drying, slipped my arms in my robe, and held
it open facing the door. In the full length mirror I could see
what exactly what Eric was seeing. I stood there with my arms
spread, my robe wide open behind me like a dark stage curtain,
gazing at my beautiful, white, virgin body, little shivers of
pleasure shooting through me. My eyes shifted and I stared straight
at the key hole, closed my robe and headed for the door. I paused
to give Eric enough time to get away, then opened the door. As I
walked to my room, I heard Eric's door close and I knew for sure
that he had watched the show.
Well, I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did, and this was only
the beginning........WOW! What a day.