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What Lisa Wants, Lisa Gets.	By : Lennox Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 18491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons. The characters are the property of Fox/Disney and I am not associated with the owners of the show. This story is a work of fan-fiction, was written for entertainment purposes, and is not intended for profit.

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Lisa and Milhouse returned to the tub to properly wash their mess from their bodies. They could barely keep themselves apart and shared several passionate kisses as they rinsed each other off. Once cleaned, they then substituted their make-out session for drying each other off as a more tasteful act of close intimacy. Lisa’s eyes followed Milhouse’s every move as he rubbed the towel over her chest and stomach and down her legs. But their lips met again as soon as the towel was dropped. Lisa grabbed Milhouse’s dick and shifted it between her legs. The boy’s firmness kept the top of his member pressed against her slit. It felt slightly uncomfortable for Milhouse, but there was no way he was going to complain. His hips found a gentle rocking rhythm as they kissed against the bathroom door, his sliding shaft collecting Lisa’s lustful moisture with each pass.
“Come with me,” Lisa whispered. “I want to try something.”
Leading him by his cock, Lisa pulled Milhouse out of the bathroom and out into the hall. They barely made it two steps out of the bathroom before they were making out against the wall. It took another minute before Lisa had to force herself to break the kiss. She held her finger to her lips and urged him to be quiet. Lisa took hold of Milhouse’s cock and led him through a closed door. It was dark inside, and it took Milhouse’s eyes several seconds to adjust. He slowly made out the outline of a bed against the wall, a poster hanging above it, and a familiar clock on the nightstand.
“Lisa, this is Bart’s…” Milhouse began to protest.
“Shhh,” Lisa quickly placed her hand over his mouth. “Bart’s room faces the backyard. Mom and Dad might hear us. And don’t turn on the light.” Lisa let her hand drop from his mouth and slipped her arm around his waist. “We wouldn’t want them to know we’re in here, would we?” With her other hand still on Milhouse’s cock, Lisa gently pulled him down as she sunk to her knees. She started to stroke him when he sat on the floor, her hand gliding smoothly up and down the length of his shaft.
“It feels like it’s growing larger when I do this,” she whispered in his ear. Milhouse said nothing. He just enjoyed the feeling of a hand that wasn’t his. While this was all new territory for him, the mere fact that it was Lisa’s hand had made it feel so much better. He felt Lisa’s fingers around his wrist, and she guided his hand between her legs.
“I can’t be the only one doing all the work,” she said softly. Milhouse tried to imitate Lisa and the way she performed in the bathtub. He repeatedly curved his middle finger to slide his fingertip up the length of her slit. Her folds felt warm and moist, and he couldn’t help but feel pride in hearing Lisa’s soft and subtle moans.
“Use… use your thumb,” Lisa hushed. Her fingers were still holding onto his wrist. Milhouse’s thumb quickly found the tiny bump above her slit. Slowly and carefully, he began to circle it around the nubbin. Moving both fingers at once was a challenge that proved more difficult than he imagined. He had to pause and hold his middle finger to focus on the movements of his thumb. He wanted to get the pattern of moving each extremity in his mind before attempting both at once. Lisa was no longer stroking Milhouse’s shaft. Her hand moved from his cock to his arm. Her soft cute moans filled Milhouse’s ear as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Feeling a little bolder, Milhouse attempted both fingers. It was a pattern that he couldn’t hold. Focusing too much on his circling thumb, his middle finger slipped effortlessly inside Lisa’s slit, and a soft squeal escaped Lisa’s lips. Milhouse immediately raised his other hand to cover Lisa’s mouth. His finger remained inside her as both their eyes fell onto the window. The dim light of the backyard fire was almost all but extinguished. Lisa pulled Milhouse’s hand off her face.
“Follow me,” she said. “And keep low.”
Lisa crawled off Milhouse and around Bart’s bed. She looked back at him, smirking as she showed off her ass. Milhouse quickly rolled onto his hands and knees and began crawling after her. His eyes took in the soft round rump before him, and followed her almost immediately across the room. They crawled to the window and Lisa poked her head over the ledge to peer into the backyard. Homer and Marge still sat by the fire’s smoldering remains. Lisa and Milhouse watched them, while Lisa wrapped her fingers around Milhouse’s cock. Milhouse quickly looked down and back up at her. Lisa turned and grinned at him.
“Well, I guess we’ve got an unwitting audience now,” Lisa muttered. “Now, where were we?”
“Lisa, you can’t be serious,” Milhouse said. “Your parents are down there. What if they see us?” Lisa slid as close to Milhouse as she could. She placed one leg in between Milhouse’s, the inside of her foot rubbing against his calf muscle. Lisa grabbed Milhouse’s hand and moved it between her legs. His finger immediately found her slit again.
“Stop me if you’re too uncomfortable,” she whispered. Lisa wasn’t fussed about her parents outside. She locked lips with Milhouse and pushed him down to the floor. She swung her leg over his torso and rolled on top of him while she forced her tongue into his mouth. Lisa reached down between their naked, panting bodies to grab his dick once again. She broke their kiss and quickly turned around. With her pussy over Milhouse’s face, Lisa plunged her lips down around the boy’s shaft. Milhouse gasped. Lisa had taken his entire length inside her mouth. He could feel her lips squeezing around the base of his cock, and her tongue aggressively licking and rubbing against his stiff member.
“Lick me,” Lisa lifted her mouth off his crotch to say those two words. Milhouse looked at the smooth and moist slit directly over his face. Lisa reached down between their bodies and spread her lips apart with her fingers. She showed him her pussy just like she did in the tub.
“Lick me!” Lisa said again, louder. She was no longer bothered or concerned about humoring Milhouse’s assertiveness. She plunged her mouth back down onto his cock, just waiting for the boy to return her treatment.
Back in Lisa’s room, when he asked if they were really doing this, it was all he wanted in the world. But now, in the moment, this was going a lot faster than he expected. Milhouse gulped. His Marlon Brando persona was failing him. He couldn’t summon it like he did in the school cafeteria or by Springfield Falls. He felt suddenly out of his depth.
‘Come on, Milhouse,’ he thought to himself. ‘Why is this so hard? This is what you wanted. Just do it. Just dive in. If you screw this up, you’ll never get another chance and you know it!’ Milhouse took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Just as he felt Lisa’s lips break contact with his skin, he placed his hands firmly on Lisa’s back and pulled her crotch down onto his face. The blue-haired boy tasted pussy for the first time in his life, his tongue diving straight between the sweet petals of the girl atop him. Content, Lisa resumed her blowjob. She dragged them up and down his length. She squeezed her mouth against his shaft, sucking on his firmness as she moved. Milhouse felt that Lisa had it easier. She only had to go up and down. What could he possibly do? He felt Lisa press her tongue against him, so he decided to do the same. He felt Lisa flick and circle over the tip of his shaft, so he did the same. Neither spoke, but Lisa knew that Milhouse would follow her lead.
Milhouse soon got the hang of what he was doing. He moved his hands down Lisa’s back and to the top of her ass. He held and squeezed her cheeks in his hands. Milhouse felt that he was growing bolder with almost every second spent with Lisa like this. Only an hour ago he was hurling cupcakes at her window to talk to her. Now, he was using his mouth on her. As Milhouse moved his tongue inside her, it caused Lisa to wriggle over his face and moan around his cock. He no longer cared if Homer or Marge heard them. He struggled to start at first, but now he couldn’t stop. He reached and stretched his tongue as far deep inside of Lisa’s body as he could reach. It began to ache, but he didn’t care. Milhouse tried not to focus on the discomfort and pushed it from his mind. So focused he was on eating out the girl of his dreams that he didn’t notice Lisa had lifted her mouth from his shaft.
“Nnnggghhh… fuck…” Lisa grunted. She humped against Milhouse’s mouth and rode his tongue to climax. Her legs shook around his head, her hands firmly on the floor, and her arms struggling to support her.
“Don’t… stop…” she pleaded. Lisa painted Milhouse’s mouth in her lust. His tongue was coated in her pussy juice and he slurped it into his mouth. Not thinking and just living in the moment, Milhouse pressed his tongue against Lisa’s squirting cunt and dragged it up towards her ass. He found the small hole as he spread her cheeks and pushed his tongue inside.
“Oh… God… fuck…” Lisa couldn’t speak. Her hand flew to her pussy as she began to furiously masturbate through her climax. Milhouse buried his tongue inside her ass as she continued to cum. She felt like she was finishing one orgasm and starting another almost straight away, biting her bottom lip and closing her eyes as Milhouse made her cum again and again.
Lisa quickly returned to Milhouse’s cock. She was on the verge of passing out, but there was no way she would let him go unsatisfied after that. She stroked and sucked him, her fist and lips traveling along his shaft in tandem. A soft groan soon escaping Milhouse’s lips was all Lisa needed to hear. She held the base of his twitching shaft firmly as thick ropes of seed splashed across Lisa’s face. One, two, three, Lisa counted as each spurt jumped from his cock, and she felt it land on her skin. She pressed her lips to the tip of his dick for the final spurts to shoot across her tongue before finally allowing herself to rest. Lisa felt her body roll off Milhouse and onto her back. Her arms were stretched to their sides, and her tongue swam in Milhouse’s load inside her mouth. She could feel his cum starting to drip down the side of her face. Lisa quickly lifted her arm to collect it on her fingers and dipped them into her mouth.
“Lisa, I had no idea that you had this side to you,” Milhouse finally spoke. Lisa had led him back to the bathroom where they wiped each other’s mess from their skin and collected their clothes.
“Me neither,” Lisa smiled as she looked over her face in the mirror. “But I think I’m beginning to like it.” She turned and hugged Milhouse as a yawn crept up on her. She quickly pulled away and covered her mouth to try and stifle it.
“It’s… um… I guess it’s getting late,” he muttered. He didn’t want this night to end, but as he watched Lisa succumb to her second yawn, he knew that he wouldn’t be too far behind. Lisa quickly pushed herself back into their hug.
“I want you to sleep in my room tonight,” she whispered in his ear. “There’s no room on my bed, but we’ve got a spare mattress.”
“You… you’re serious?” Milhouse almost stammered. Lisa rolled her eyes.
“No, I’m not. I’m kicking you out and sending you home.” She took Milhouse’s hands in her own. “Of course, I’m serious!”
“What would I wear to bed?” he asked.
“Come on,” Lisa said. With their clothes under her arms, Lisa led him from the bathroom.
Milhouse watched as Lisa laid out a make-shift bed for him on her bedroom floor… two thick pillows, a thin mattress from her closet, and a nice warm blanket. Milhouse wore Bart’s Krusty-themed pajamas. He felt a little weird wearing them, but they were a near-perfect fit. Lisa lifted her sea-green nightgown over her head and let it fall to her ankles. Milhouse found himself staring at her feet a little too long.
“See something you like?” Lisa smirked at him.
“Maybe,” Milhouse smiled. He pulled his glasses from his face and gently placed them on Lisa’s bedside table. He felt hands on his hips, and a blurred image of Lisa filled his vision. Their lips met for the final time before going to bed, their tongues wishing each other goodnight between their mouths.
“Good night, Milhouse,” she whispered. Lisa climbed into bed and switched off her lamp.
“Good night, Lisa,” Milhouse slipped under his blanket. As the light vanished, he found himself sitting in the dark. He contemplated the events of the evening and replayed everything over in his mind. He wondered where this would lead them now that they had moved far beyond their secret make-out rendezvous. Could Lisa really love him after all this? Could they have a life or a future together? Milhouse turned his head towards Lisa’s bed. He couldn’t see anything in the dark, but he wondered if Lisa was thinking the same thing. He wondered what was going through her mind about the two of them. He wondered if he was looking at him the same way he was looking at her.
Lisa had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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