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Little Lisa, Part Three
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
LITTLE LISA
Part Three
Two days left before I had to go to college. It was a little less than a
week since Lisa had told me the incredible tale about having sex with
her parents. That was so hard to imagine! Lisa's parents, Linda and
Joe, were great friends of my parents. I just couldn't believe that my
conservative parents could have friends that would have sex with their
daughter. Their *twelve-year old* daughter, no less.
After Lisa finished her account, she and I had wild sex by the side of
my parent's pool. Although she was only twelve years old, and we had
now had sex only twice, I was beginning to think that my liaisons with
Lisa were the most fantastic sex imaginable. The combination of her
innocent adolescence and unbridled lust was irresistible, and I don't
think anyone could get my pussy as hot as she could. I was looking
forward to seeing her again. I just didn't know when. Probably not
until Christmas break.
My folks were away at work, and I was sorting out the clothes that I
was going to take with me to college, when the phone rang. I picked up
the receiver, and was surprised to find out that the caller was Linda,
Lisa's mom.
My heart skipped a beat. I still wasn't sure what they thought of me
after seeing me have sex with their daughter. At first, when Lisa told
me what they said about us - something like having sex with another
girl was okay - I thought that they were talking about Lisa and me
specifically. But I had been thinking they didn't necessarily say that.
For all I knew, they might still be thinking of me as a child rapist.
It seemed like I shouldn't worry though. Our conversation consisted of
small talk. She was asked how I was doing, how my parents were, etc.
Frankly, I had trouble concentrating on the conversation. The Linda
that I was accustomed to was simply a good friend of my parents, who
would come over once in awhile to share a cup of coffee with my
mother out on our patio. Now, though, I kept envisioning images of
Linda licking her daughter's pussy.
After we had chatted for a few minutes, Linda paused, and asked, "So,
are you heading off for college soon?"
"Yeah, Sunday. Day after tomorrow."
"Well before you go, Joe and I would love to have you over for dinner
and give you a good send off. It just seems that we don't get a chance
to see you much anymore. You don't have any plans tomorrow, do
you?"
Good grief. Maybe they *weren't* mad at me. "Uh, no. Umm, do you
want me to bring my folks along?"
"No." She answered kind of quickly. "I mean, we thought that just the
four of us would be nice. You, Lisa, Joe and I."
This was odd - I couldn't remember them ever excluding my parents
from anything. "Um, okay, Linda. It sounds great." I felt my face
flushing as I agreed to the invitation. The thought of sitting at the
dinner table, with them, after they saw their twelve-year old daughter
giving me a delightful orgasm, after me hearing that they had sex with
her that same evening...
"Okay, then. See you tomorrow night at about 6:00 o'clock." We
exchanged goodbyes, and I hung up the phone. This was getting
curiouser and curiouser, I thought.
***
Well, Saturday night rolled around, and I showed up at Linda and Joe's
home at 6:00 p.m. sharp. I fidgeted on the doorstep for awhile,
wondering what in the world we were going to find to talk about.
Hopefully, I could keep the conversation diverted from the events of
the last week. I had dressed conservatively, in an effort to keep my
mind (and theirs) off sex, hopefully. I was wearing tan cotton casual
slacks, and a loose-fitting white blouse. Often times, I don't wear a bra
with that shirt, but that night I did. My long blond hair was pulled back
in a bun.
I finally screwed up my courage, pressed the doorbell, and Linda and
Joe both opened the door. "Jill! So glad you could make it! Come in,
come in."
"Hi Linda. Hi Joe." I walked in, trying to keep my eyes off Linda.
Although I had dressed conservatively, Linda had made no attempt to
do so. I had never seen this side of her, nor had I really even thought
of the sexual side of her. She was wearing a short white miniskirt that
clung to the curves of her hips. Her hips were widening ever so slightly
at the approach of middle age, but the skirt flattered them nicely. Her
blouse was a tight-fitting blue and white-striped crop top, with buttons
in the front. The top three buttons were undone, and I could see the
upper portion of her ample breasts. I admired her body - it would be
the envy of any girl, much less a woman of nearly forty. So *that's*
where Lisa gets it from, I thought. Joe was no less sexy. He was
wearing tight slacks and an oxford shirt. For being in his late thirties,
he was very much in shape, and I could detect the muscles rippling
beneath his tight shirt.
I averted my gaze. "So where's Lisa?" I asked.
"She'll be along in a little while. In the meantime, would you care for a
glass of wine?"
"Sure." Joe went off for the wine and Linda and I went over to sit on
the couch in their living room. She sat down before I did, and I was
shocked to see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her skirt. I
could clearly see her trimmed pubic hair nestled in the vee between her
thighs. Barely visible within her bush was the vertical slit defining her
pussy. I think she caught me looking (hell, how *couldn't* I), because
I noticed a kind of amused smile on her face. I found myself thinking
back to Lisa's story, and I could feel, ever so slightly, an ache beginning
to rise in my pussy. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch.
Joe returned with a bottle of chilled white wine and three crystal
goblets. The conversation started out awkwardly - after all, they had
caught me having passionate sex with their daughter. And with what
Lisa had told me had happened later that night... Eventually, though,
we settled down and found plenty to chat about. I drank several
glasses of the wine, and a warm, comfortable glow settled over my
body. I kept stealing glances at Linda as she sat next to me on the
couch. I noticed that her skirt was riding higher and higher up her
thighs, and every so often I could glimpse a wisp of dark pubic hair
peeking out from beneath her hem line. Her nipples were protruding
noticeably against her blouse. I wasn't sure, in my wine-induced haze,
but every so often I thought I caught Joe checking me out too. Of
course, there wasn't much to see, given how I was dressed, but even so
his eyes wandered up and down my body. I then realized that he was
pretty much able to imagine what he couldn't see - after all, he had seen
me in a pretty revealing position only a week earlier. I flushed at the
thought. Once again, I felt the familiar throbbing in my cunt, intensified
by the fact that the wine was going right through me, and I had to pee.
Soon, I began to wonder why I couldn't smell any dinner cooking, or
for that matter, why they weren't preparing anything in the kitchen. I
thought of saying something, but figured that might be in poor taste. I
assumed that they were waiting for Lisa to get home.
I was on my fourth glass of wine, and was just about to excuse myself
to go to the bathroom, when I noticed Linda look over at Joe with a
questioning look in her eyes. Joe nodded, as if in response to some
silent signal. Linda took the half-full glass of wine from my hand, and
said, "Jill, we thought that maybe we should talk about what happened
last week."
I gulped. Oh shit, here it comes. I could feel my heart pounding in my
chest. "Okay," I squeaked.
Joe was looking at me with a stern expression on his face. "We think
that you're a very nice girl, Jill. We've always had a very nice
relationship with you any your parents. But do you think that what you
did with Lisa is proper?"
I had a big lump in my throat, and I hung my head. I couldn't say
anything. He continued. "We think that Lisa is growing up, and is
probably old enough to handle it. We've talked to her all about sex."
I'll say, I thought. And showed her a lot too. He went on. "But
nevertheless, we think that some sort of punishment on your part would
be appropriate."
With that, I looked up. "Punishment?" Oh my god, what were they
going to do to me!?
He nodded and stood. "You need to come with us." Linda stood up as
well, and beckoned for me to get up off the couch. I did so, a bit
unsteadily. I was scared, and I really wasn't used to the wine. I steeled
my nerves and followed them up the stairs and down the hallway,
toward....my god, the bedroom! My heart was pounding like thunder
in my chest.
Joe took my wrist firmly in his strong hand, and led me into the
bedroom. I was trembling with fright, but nevertheless, my mind
flashed back to Lisa's story as I passed through the doorway. It was in
this very spot that she had watched, fascinated, as her father licked her
mother's ass, while he stroked his cock....
I was jolted from my reverie by Linda's commanding voice. "Take your
clothes off and get on the bed, Jill. Face down," she ordered. I
swallowed hard. What *did* they have in mind? I slid my slacks down
my legs, and stepped out of them. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse with
trembling fingers, and let it fall to the floor. Joe was watching me
intently, licking his lips. I unhooked my bra, and my breasts sprang
free. They were heaving in sync to my breathing, the pink nipples hard
and erect. My white cotton panties were the last to go. I was
surprised to find that they were virtually glued to my pussy from the
heat and moisture down there. I watched Joe with a mixture of fear
and excitement as I pushed them slowly down my tanned legs. I
couldn't help but notice the bulge in his slacks, and he too, was
breathing heavily with excitement. I crawled on to the bed.
"Spread your legs, and put your arms above your head." I nervously
complied. Before I knew it, they were binding by wrists and ankles to
the bedframe with pantyhose, not tightly, but enough to prevent me
from moving freely. "What are you doing?!" I asked, my voice
quivering with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Please don't hurt
me!"
"We can't punish you properly without tieing you down. Don't worry,
it won't hurt...much."
I felt the mattress depress under their weight as they knelt on the bed,
one on either side of me. I looked over my left shoulder, and saw that
Joe had taken his clothes off. His hard cock was bobbing with
excitement. It was huge! Lisa hadn't been exaggerating very much
when she had measured out the length with her hands, there by the
pool. The swollen glans was purplish with his lust.
Suddenly, I felt, and heard a sharp WHAP! as Linda's bare palm landed
on my right buttock. I cried out with pain, as the sting of her blow
slowly subsided. "You deserve a good spanking, Jill. For what you
did, you must be punished." Before I could answer, I saw Joe bringing
his hand down onto my left buttcheek. I closed my eyes in preparation
for the sharp blow. CRACKK! I cried out again, and tears came to my
eyes as they continued to administer their punishment. Their slaps
continued to rain down on my ass. I squirmed on the bed in an attempt
to evade the spanking, but it was useless. I could move a bit in my
bindings, but Joe's strong hand was pressed into the small of my back.
I was pinned to the bed.
"Please stop!", I begged through my heaving sobs. I was crying not so
much from the pain, but from the horrible embarrassment of being
spanked like a baby. They didn't answer, but gradually, the spanking
diminished in severity. They began to alternate the slaps with a light
stroking of my stinging buttocks. Linda's hands, especially, were soft
and soothing, and her delicate strokes eased the burning sensations on
my tender skin. I moaned softly with pleasure. I realized that the
throbbing in my pussy had not diminished throughout the spanking. If
anything, it had increased, and I could feel the hot moistness burning in
my cunt. I tried to hump against the mattress, not only to enhance the
stimulation in my pussy, but also to try to alleviate the increasing urge
to pee. My bladder was beginning to ache.
Joe's fingertips were roaming along my inner thighs, brushing ever so
softly against the wisps of pubic hair, without quite touching the
sensitive skin of my pussy. "I think we've spanked her sufficiently
Linda," he said. His voice was husky with lust. "But judging from all
the juices I can see down here, I think there's something else she really
wants. I think she wants us to do what Lisa did to her."
I felt the soft caresses of Linda's hands on my left asscheek being
replaced by the silky, wet warmth of her tongue. I gasped from the
sensation. The burning feeling on my skin was replaced with the
cooling sensation of her saliva. Joe, meanwhile, was beginning to lick
the inside of my thighs with his tongue. I moaned in pleasure, and
struggled against my bonds in a futile attempt to direct my pussy
against his mouth. "Would you like me to lick your pussy, Jill?"
"God, Yes!," I gasped. "Please!"
But he only chuckled evilly. "Not just yet. This is still part of your
punishment." He continued to lick along my thigh in long wet strokes,
always approaching, but never quite reaching, my aching pussy. I
could feel his throbbing cock pressed against my ankle. Linda
meanwhile, was inserting her tongue into the cleft between my ass
cheeks, running the tip of it delicately up and down my crack,
sometimes skipping it lightly across my asshole. When she did, I
bucked my ass into the air, imploring her to insert her tongue into my
ass. I looked over my right shoulder, and I noticed that she still had her
clothes on. She had her blouse bunched up above her breasts though,
and she was stroking her tits with her hand. Her short skirt had ridden
up over her white buttocks.
The agonizing pleasure continued. Their tongues were everywhere but
where I needed them to be. They were building me to incredible
heights of pleasure, but not allowing me the release that I longed for.
And always there was the urgent desire to piss. I couldn't close my
thighs to relieve the pressure, and I was afraid that my hot pee would
spurt into Joe's face. I don't know what was greater - the desperate
urge to pee, or the need to cum.
I thought that the unbearable torture was nearing an end when Joe
loosened the bonds that held my ankles in place, and he asked me to
turn over. I did, which caused my arms to cross over my head. Almost
crying with relief, I squeezed my thighs together to hold the pee in.
"Oh no, you don't", Linda smiled wickedly. "If we let you do that,
you'll cum by yourself, and we can't have that."
I cried out in frustration, and beads of sweat broke out on my forehead.
"Please untie me, I begged. "I have to go and pee so bad." But they
just ignored my plea, and Frank forced my thighs apart again and
refastened my ankles to the bedframe. In spite of myself, a short spray
of pee escaped from between my pussy lips and splashed against my
thigh. My face turned crimson with embarrassment. I fought to regain
control of my swollen bladder, and quickly stopped the stream from
gushing out of control all over the bed.
Frank had noticed the brief spurt of urine, and said, "My *god* Linda,
she really *does* have to go. She nearly lost it there." But instead of
releasing me, he crawled back up to resume licking my thighs,
concentrating on the wet, musky area where the pee had washed
against my leg.
And so the agony continued. Linda resumed licking my breasts, her
tongue encircling my erect nipples. Her hand was now thrust into her
crotch, where it was rubbing her pussy lips vigorously. My body was
covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and the sound of my
whimpering moans, and Linda's soft groans, filled the air. I was afraid I
was going to lose my mind. I closed my eyes tightly, squirming against
the bonds.
Linda was now gasping with the pleasure of her hand against her cunt.
Finally, she said in a husky voice, "Oh Joe, I can't *stand* it anymore.
We're torturing ourselves." And with that, she placed her knees
alongside my shoulders and straddled me, facing Joe. I opened my eyes
and watched in anticipation as she lowered her sopping pussy, the dark
hair slick and matted, to my mouth. Her tongue replaced Joe's, and I
immediately felt the new sensations of her softer tongue. I felt it sliding
in the moist space between my thighs and pussy, the edge of the tongue
sometimes touching, but never lingering on, my swollen cunt lips. I
cried out in ecstasy, and eagerly took her clit between my lips and
sucked the hot juices off of it.
"OHHHH JILLLLL!" she screamed. "EAT MY CUNT!"
I sensed Joe crawling up toward us. I watched as he got behind his
wife and placed the tip of his cock against her swollen slit. The juices
oozed and bubbled over the purple cockhead as he slid it around, and
just inside of, her soaking cunt. I ran my tongue simultaneously over
the juicy cock and pussy lips. I felt Linda's tongue sliding over the
crack of my ass below my pussy, and her chin pressed against my slimy
clit. "OH GOD. Linda, please SUCK MEEE," I begged. Her tongue
continued to probe against my asshole. She humped her steaming cunt
against my face, as I moaned in frustration.
My saliva combined with Linda's slippery juices as I ran my tongue
over the head of Joe's throbbing dick. Linda was grinding her clit
against my chin, while at the same time bucking against Joe's cock. I
could tell that she desperately wanted him to fuck her, but instead, he
moved his cock higher, and pressed the tip against her dark, hairy
asshole. He transferred the juices from his cockhead to the hot hole by
sliding it around in short circular motions, while his musky, hairy balls
danced across my sweat-covered forehead.
"FUCK MY ASS!" she cried. That was all the inspiration he needed.
I heard Linda moan with pleasure as Joe began to press against her. I
watched in fascination as his dick disappeared into her tight hole, not
more than three inches from my glazed eyes. "Ohhhh, fuck MEEEE,"
she moaned huskily, as Joe began to slide his cock in an out of her ass.
And with that, she plastered her mouth against my swollen, aching
cunt, and began to furiously suck my throbbing clit.
"OHHHH, GODDDDD!!!" I screamed in joy and ecstasy. The
unbearable tension of their exquisite torture left my body in one
indescribable rush. "SUCKKK MEEEEE!" I buried my face in her
hot pussy and sucked her clit as my desperately heaving body was
buffeted with orgiastic ecstasy. I sobbed with delight as Linda probed
my vibrating cunt with her delightful tongue. I completely lost control
of my body, and as I thrust my crotch into Linda's face, I realized that
my bladder had let go, intensifying the pleasure and relief of my release.
But Linda didn't pull away. Through the haze of my bliss, the sounds
of our moans, and the liquid slapping of Joe's cock thrusting into her
sucking asshole, I could hear the hot rush of pee splashing against
Linda's mouth. I grunted again and again with relief as I felt the
delightful warmth of my piss pooling beneath my ass.
I resumed the ferocious licking of Linda's cunt, as Joe's cock slid
against my nose and slammed into her hot asshole. Suddenly, her body
went rigid, and she emitted a delicious cry of agony and pleasure.
"OOHHHHH!", she screamed and she intensified her bucking against
my face, as her sweaty thighs squeezed the sides of my head. She cried
out muffled screams again and again as she buried her face into my
sopping cunt and the subsiding stream of urine. Her orgasm set Joe off
as well, and with a loud gasp, he pulled his glistening rod out of her
asshole with a popping sound. His cock spasmed, and a huge burst of
semen splashed against her distended asshole. The sticky cum rolled
downward and over her pussy, where I lapped it up greedily. I
expected Joe to begin jerking off against her ass, but instead, he
lowered his spurting cock, glistening with the juices from her ass, to my
lips. I tentatively placed the tip of my tongue against the swollen
cockhead. But Joe, desperate for his release to be complete, thrust the
cock into my mouth. I encircled the shaft tightly with my lips and
fluttered my tongue against the pulsing cockhead. Thick jets of warm
semen shot down my throat. He fucked my mouth frenetically until
gradually, as his orgasm subsided, his dick began to soften.
We collapsed in a mass of bodies, and I basked in the sensations of my
waning orgasm. Linda's body, still heaving as her ragged breathing
only slowly subsided, was slick with sweat, and my breasts poked
against the slippery warmth of her abdomen as she sprawled on top of
me. I could feel her hot breath against my cunt. My ass was soaked
with a mixture of sweat, my own cunt juices, and piss. My nose and
eyes took in the delightful sight and odor of Linda's glistening pussy
and Joe's softening dick, which was still shiny with juices as it dangled
in front of me. Even through those smells, I could catch a slight wiff of
my piss as it's musky smell drifted through the bedroom.
My joyous reverie was broken when Linda called out, "Okay Lisa. You
can come out now!" I opened my eyes, and dashing out of the clothes
closet came Lisa. I laughed with delight as she piled into the mass of
sweating bodies on the bed.
End Part Three
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