Lisafest 2014 Dedications

BY : Lennox
Category: +S through Z > Simpsons
Dragon prints: 995
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons. The characters are the property of Disney/Fox and I am not associated with the creators or owners of the show. This story is a work of fan-fiction and was written for entertainment purposes only.

Fairy Cosmo

      For as long as Lisa could remember, she had always worn the same red dress, pearl necklace, and red shoes. She didn’t know why she never mixed up her wardrobe, but she always thought the look suited her. It was by no means her Sunday best but it was a casual and comfortable outfit, yet still offered a slightly formal look. Lisa pulled open her closet and looked herself over in the mirror that hung on the inside of the door. Her new outfit was… different. She didn’t know what to think yet. But she knew this would be one outfit she would never let her mother see her wearing. Lisa wore a short orange t-shirt with a matching skirt, an outfit that failed to cover and hide her stomach. A thin gap in her clothes showed off her yellow skin and placed her navel neatly between the two pieces of clothing. Her skirt was far too short to wear nothing underneath, even though Lisa knew it would drive her brother crazy if she did go bare. Instead of just her panties, she also wore a short pair of black shorts. They clung and hugged around her legs and thighs, showing off every curve. Lisa spun around and looked over her shoulder to admire her reflection. Her eyes darted down to her ass as she lifted her skirt. The shorts hugged her body, almost as if they were molded specifically for her figure. She slid her hand along the curve, watching in the mirror as she caressed herself. She spread her legs apart and bent forward, still keeping an eye on her reflection. As she leaned forward, the soft mound that was her pussy became visible in the thin fabric. It wasn’t too obvious, but it would not escape a casual glance. Her fingers ran over the crotch of her shorts, feeling her soft lips underneath.

      “Yeah, Bart is definitely going to love this.” Lisa looked at the clock on her desk. Bart wouldn’t be home for another hour at the earliest. But this new outfit seemed to demand something now. Originally she decided she was just going to try it on. But now, she wanted to do something… else. She wanted to show it off properly for Bart, and yet surprise him with it at the same time. She glanced up when she saw the answer to her desire. It sat on the top shelf of her closet; a video camera.

      “Perfect,” she grinned as she pulled her chair over. She stood on the padded cushion and pulled the camera from the top shelf. She looked it over in her hands before she opened the screen and pressed the power button. 

      “Damn, the battery’s dead.” Lisa climbed back up on the chair and reached up to the shelf. Her hand tapped over the dusty surface until her fingers gripped something long and thin.

      “Ah, here we are.” Lisa pulled the charging cable down from the ledge. She plugged one end into the camera and the other into the socket on her wall. 

      “While that’s going, no harm in a little practice.” Lisa moved back to her spot in front of the mirror. “I’ve never filmed myself for Bart before, it could be exciting. I could call my video Pre-Teen Spirit… or something like that.”

      Lisa looked herself over in the mirror. Her hands went to her waist and her fingers dragged over the waistband of the skirt. They found the buttons on the side and as she slipped them through the holes, she pulled the skirt apart. Held between both hands, the fabric wrapped against her rear cheeks. Ever so slightly, she spread apart the fingers in her left hand, just enough for the skirt to slip from her grasp. Her right hand made no effort to hold on either, and the orange piece of clothing fell to the floor behind her. Lisa smirked in the mirror. Wearing her shirt and her shorts, she couldn’t deny that she liked the orange and black look. The pearl necklace acted as a border around her neck, separating orange fabric from yellow skin with a string of small white spheres. She sat down on the floor and tried a few different poses for her film. First, she sat down with both legs leaning out to her left while she propped herself up on her right arm. Her left hand idly rested on her shoe. She took a moment to stay in the position, deciding if she should try out a number of them on camera or not.

      Lisa shifted her legs out from under her and rolled over. She lifted herself onto her hands and knees, pushing her butt out towards the reflective glass. She pushed back on her knees ever so slightly and lowered her elbows to the floor. The black fabric molded perfectly to her ass. It was almost as if it were her skin. She could see the curve of each cheek in the mirror, and she couldn’t resist running her hand over the smooth fabric. Lisa felt the warmth of her ass through the shorts and her finger traced down the thin valley between her cheeks. She remembered the first time Bart went back there. It felt weird, and there was a lot of pressure inside. But eventually, she had found it enjoyable. 

      “Yeah, Bart’s going in there tonight.”

      She pressed the toe of one shoe against the heel of the other and pushed it from her foot. Once it was out of the way, she kicked the other shoe off and stood up. Feeling the soft carpet under her bare feet, Lisa crossed her arms and gripped the hem of her shirt. She watched herself in the mirror, watching as more and more of her stomach and chest became exposed to the open air as she lifted the hem towards her chin. The orange shirt was pulled over her head and tossed aside. She fingered her necklace, eventually deciding to keep it on. A soft shiver when through her body as her hands touched and slid over her bare chest. She moved her thumbs into the waistband of her skin-tight shorts. Slowly, she pulled them down her legs. One foot at a time, she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She admired her nude body in the mirror and enjoyed the feeling of her soft touch. She closed her eyes and imagined that they were Bart’s fingers roaming over her skin. She let out a soft groan as she sat on the floor.

      Lisa spread her legs out in front of her and looked over herself in the mirror. She returned to her earlier positions to get a feel for them without the constriction of her clothing.

      “Nah, I think I might skip the posing and just give him a show.” Lisa got to her feet and sat down on the edge of her bed. With her legs spread, her hands moved to her pussy. She softly dragged her fingers over her slit before pushing her index finger inside. She let out a soft groan as she arched her back. She licked her lips and moved her other index finger to her slit. Slowly and carefully, she spread her lower lips apart. In the mirror, she could see her dark pink insides and she caught a whiff of her arousal.

      Since discovering sex with Bart, Lisa had studied and practiced various techniques on herself. Her whole body twitched as she pushed her finger back inside her, and pressed her thumb down on her clit. A shiver was sent up her spine and she moaned at the wonderful feeling it brought. Lisa remembered her brother last night with his tongue, and she slowly moved her thumb trying to imitate him.

      “Oh… Bart…” she muttered. But Lisa suddenly pulled her hands away. “No, if I’m going to get carried away like that, I’ll film it for him.” She hadn’t cum yet, but the excitement was making her body feel the early need for release. Lisa stood back up and checked the camera. The battery indicator showed two full bars on the screen. She quickly dressed herself again while doing her best to ignore the need burning in her loins. She found the camera’s tripod in the back of her closet and set it up. She attached the camera and switched it on. At first, her hand covered the screen, and then she came into the frame to adjust the camera. When she was satisfied that she had it set up and was ready to go, Lisa took a step back and sat upon the foot of her bed.

      “Well Bart,” she smiled at the camera. “Enjoy the show.”



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