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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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It was after six in the morning when Lisa’s eyes slowly flickered open. The faint light of morning was seeping through the thin crack in her curtains. Lisa sat up as a yawn escaped her lips. She pulled the covers off her body before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Lisa spied the sleeping boy on her bedroom floor. She quickly lifted her legs back onto her mattress. Had she not seen Milhouse, Lisa would have stepped on him as she climbed out of bed. Her eyes traveled over his sleeping form as the memories from last night flooded back to her. Last night was exactly what she yearned for, but her craving for intimate attention quickly returned. For a split second, she pondered masturbating, touching, and rubbing herself like she did in the bathtub. But a guest sleeping on her bedroom floor provided Lisa with a rare opportunity. It was one that she wasn’t going to let slip by.
“Milhouse?” Lisa whispered. She sat on the side of her bed and reached out with her leg to gently poke his cheek with her toe. Milhouse grumbled in his sleep, refusing to wake up. He rolled onto his side away from Lisa.
“Honestly, you’re almost a bad as Bart,” Lisa rolled her eyes. She made no attempt to hush her voice. She slipped out of bed and lightly pressed the sole of her foot against his face.
“Come on, Milhouse. Wakey-wakey,” she cooed at him. Milhouse swatted her ankle away in his sleep before his eyes slowly opened. He groggily sat up, smacking his lips, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He reached out beside him for his glasses, his hand trying to feel for his own bedside table after almost a decade of practice. Lisa picked them and pushed them into his grasp. As the room came into focus, a tired smile crossed his lips.
“Good morning,” he yawned. Lisa dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed her lips to his ear.
“You’re going to take off your clothes, and you’re going to follow me,” Lisa.
With his pillows and blanket bundled up under his arms, a naked Milhouse followed a nude Lisa through her house. She led him down the stairs, pointing out the creaky spots to avoid, and through the living room.
“Lisa,” Milhouse hissed as she opened the back door. “What are you doing?” Lisa winked at him before she boldly stepped out into the backyard. The remnants of the sex-toy bonfire smoldered in the early morning sun, and Lisa shivered as the sharp chill of dawn touched her skin. Undeterred, Lisa led Milhouse over to the tree in the backyard. She and Milhouse carried the pillows and blanket up into the treehouse. They laid everything out on the wooden floor.
“It’s been a while since you brought a girl up here to make out,” Lisa smirked at him.
“Is that what you want to do up here, Lisa?” Milhouse asked. “Make out?” Lisa shook her head. She shuffled towards Milhouse on her knees. She straightened a few stray hairs, wiped a bug from his face, and playfully slapped both his cheeks. Lisa held Milhouse’s face in her hands.
“No,” she said as she lowered her voice for her own impersonation. “I want you to make me an offer I can’t refuse.”
“Hey!” Milhouse said. “Only I get to be Brando. You’re stealing my lines.”
“Fine,” Lisa chuckled. “Milhouse, I want you to make love to me. Not just with your lips, not just with your fingers, but with your cock. I want you to fuck me, Milhouse. I need you to fuck me. Right now, right here, in my brother’s treehouse.”
Lisa let herself fall backward. Her head landed softly on the pillow. She spread her legs, bent her knees, and planted her feet firmly on the floor. She curled her finger and beckoned Milhouse over to her while her other hand busied itself by giving playful rubs to her love button. The sight was enough to get Milhouse’s cock stirring between his legs. He shuffled forward on his knees. Milhouse slipped his hand underneath Lisa’s head and guided his shaft to her mouth. The girl greedily took it between her lips and used her tongue to lather it in her saliva. She began sucking it almost immediately. Milhouse gently started to fuck her mouth. He moved his waist, back and forth, to meet her lips at the base of his shaft.
“Fuck me, Milhouse,” Lisa pulled her mouth from his cock. She didn’t want to suck him anymore; she wanted the real thing. But Milhouse wasn’t ready for it just yet. His Marlin Brando persona took over, and he pushed his dick back into her mouth. He allowed himself several more seconds of fucking her face. Milhouse pulled free with a pop as a combined strand of Lisa’s drool and his pre-cum stretched before falling atop her chin. Milhouse shuffled his way over between her spread legs, deliberately nuzzling Lisa’s bared slit with the head of his freshly moistened cock. Lisa stared unceasingly at her desired prize. She licked her lips in anticipation.
“I dunno,” Milhouse mused as he continued to trace along her moist slit with his cock-tip, “you had the same expression in your eyes the other day when you wanted my cupcake at school and, as I recall, you respected me more for saying no.”
“Milhouse,” Lisa lightly chided, “I know I told you that I found your assertive side sexy, but this isn’t the kind of thing you tease holding back from a girl. Here, let me help you-” Lisa used her hand to spread open her pussy and reached out with the other to help guide Milhouse’s cock to her hole, only for him to surprise her by grabbing both her ankles and lifting Lisa’s legs back towards her head, her bum lifting slightly off the blanket. Lisa was effectively prone on her back as her feet dangled in the air beside Milhouse’s head. His cock continued to press against Lisa’s slit as she was pinned to the ground.
“Nah, I think this is precisely the kind of thing I should tease you with.” Milhouse proceeded to place light kisses across both of Lisa’s soles. “Have I ever told you how adorable your tootsies are?”
“I don’t need you to worship my feet, ” Lisa said sternly. She was starting to lose her patience as Milhouse gave each of her big toes a playful lick. “I – need – you – to – fuck – me.”
“There’s that word again.”
“What? Fuck?”
“You really like saying it, don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah! I’m a naughty girl. I’m your fucking naughty girl. And do you want to know what I’d enjoy more than saying the word ‘fuck’? It’s the actual act of fucking. So fuck me already!” Milhouse backed away onto his haunches to observe how Lisa would react at the sudden absence of contact.
“Oh god, don’t make me beg for it.” Lisa frantically pleaded in desperate exasperation, the soles of her dainty feet lightly kicking the air in Milhouse’s direction as she reached between them with both hands and spread open the petals of her entrance with her fingers. “Milhouse, please!”
“You want me to put my penis inside where again?” Milhouse continued to tease. “You know that my eyesight isn’t the greatest. You’ll have to show me.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake! I need you to shove your cock inside my pussy! My vagina! My fuckhole! My cunt!” Lisa punctuated each exclamation point by recklessly thrusting her hips upwards and impaling two fingers deep inside herself. “Fuck… me… hard… right… in… this… spot… and… don’t… stop… un… til… I… cum!”
Milhouse leaned forward and grabbed the frantic girl’s wrist as she stopped dead in her tracks. As he looked into Lisa’s eyes, he eased Lisa’s soaked fingers from her hole, licking them to collect stray juices before easing himself forward and resuming his earlier position between her legs. He found her entrance and eased himself inside. He allowed the tip to penetrate her before forcing the rest of his length inside with one swift push.
“FUCK!” Lisa shrieked, biting her lip as her hands gripped the blanket below her.
“Are you okay? Are you bleeding? Should we stop?” Fearing for her after seeing her discomfort, Milhouse began to pull himself out. But Lisa lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her ankles locked together, Lisa held Milhouse tightly inside her as her body slowly adjusted to having him within her.
“Don’t you fucking dare! You’re not going anywhere, Milhouse van Houten.” Lisa blinked away a couple of tears before giving Milhouse a reassuring smile. “Look, I’m fine. You didn’t break anything. I lost my cherry a while ago.” Milhouse raised an eyebrow perplexedly before Lisa hastily continued. “Ummm… I think it was from riding my pony, Princess. Or from when I was doing gymnastics with those college girls. Or maybe it was during ballet. I don’t really remember how it happened. But, trust me, I’m okay.” Lisa gave his wrist a reassuring squeeze. “Now fuck me, Milly. Fuck me as hard and as deep and as fast as you can.”
His virginity now belonging to Lisa, Milhouse gently began to fuck her under her locked ankles. Lisa’s heels dug into his lower back as he eased himself up and his cock from within her depths. Slowly he would push back inside her, pumping and thrusting his hips a little harder and a little faster each time. Lisa reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled Milhouse’s head down beside hers. Together they heard each other’s lustful moans and pants during their first time, the proof of the other’s pleasure echoing within their ears.
“Fuck… me… don’t stop… Mil… house…” Lisa would gasp as Milhouse plowed into her depths over and over. Each inch he could offer was hugged and squeezed by Lisa’s wet tunnel. His dick was hot and wet from her insides, and he was so close as that same feeling from the night before began to boil within him. But Lisa came first. Her toes curled as her body spasmed underneath him, and she grabbed Milhouse’s head to lock a kiss on his lips. As she came around his cock, their tongues quickly found each other between their lips. But their kiss broke as quickly as it started. Lisa’s eyes flew wide open.
“Oh shit…” she gasped.
“Trying out a new swear, are we?” Milhouse mused.
“No, you idiot. I mean, I’ve gotta-”
Lisa bolted upright, unhooked her ankles, and shoved Milhouse off her. His dick came free as she scrambled to the opening of the treehouse and started to climb down the ladder. Milhouse watched her vanish from his view. His dick was soaked in her juices, and he was so close to cumming. He moved to climb down after her, despite his erection. Lisa, in her flash of urgency, took the ladder steps two at a time. She skipped the last ones and jumped onto the ground before making a mad dash for the house. However, the pressing twinge in her bladder refused to wait. After being fucked to orgasm and the mad rush, Lisa just couldn’t hold it. Her legs trembled as her bladder erupted like a geyser. She heard the splattering on the salmon-colored pavement tiles of the house’s back patio. Washed over with relief, she leaned forward and rested her hands on her knees while a puddle of urine pooled at her feet.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped while continuing to pee as Milhouse caught up to her. “I didn’t want to go on you; I thought I could make it to the bathroom in time. I guess I couldn’t hold it.” Milhouse waited in silence, feeling a little awkward as Lisa openly emptied her bladder in the morning sun. Yet Lisa showed no embarrassment at all. Once her stream died down, she grabbed Milhouse by his hand and pulled him back onto the grass.
“Don’t think I’m going to let you get away without caking my insides with your own personal brand of frosting,” she grinned at him. Lisa bent forward onto her left elbow, sticking her ass out at Milhouse invitingly and glanced behind towards him as she presented herself, and spread open her pussy with the fingers of her right hand. “Get back inside me and finish yourself off.”
Inside the house, unseen by Milhouse and Lisa, two figures peeked out through the curtains from the living room window. Bart and Marge watched as Milhouse entered Lisa in the middle of the backyard, thrusting into her doggie-style, the force from his hips driving them both forward as they fucked.
“I’m not sure I like the idea of Lisa doing ‘that’ in the backyard. I mean, they’re both naked, and what if the neighbors see… Bart, you’re not having that for breakfast!” The blue-haired woman immediately became more concerned about the blue cupcake in her son’s grasp than her daughter being fucked on the back lawn. But her hand remained firmly inside her panties, soaked from the show.
“No, I wasn’t going to eat it,” Bart lied. “It’s just that this is the last one, and with Lisa busy, I thought I’d try and sneak it into my lunchbox before she gets to it.” Marge grumbled under her breath. “Besides,” Bart smirked, “if you had let me eat you out instead, I might not have grabbed it.” Marge decided not to press the issue. She turned back to peek out the window.
“What are we going to do about those two? Aren’t you worried?” she asked him. Bart waved his free hand through the air, dismissing his mother’s concerns.
“Oh, please. Milhouse doesn’t count. But I’ll tell you what; I’ll go out there and tell them to move it back inside before school.” As Bart opened the back door and stepped outside, Marge lifted her hand to her mouth as she snickered at her son’s comment.
“Milhouse doesn’t count,” she chuckled as she walked into the kitchen. “I’ll have to remember that one.”
Supporting herself on her left hand, Lisa used her right to stroke her clit. Her fingers began to furiously rub the tiny bump as sharp moans escaped her mouth. Gently she lowered her head onto the damp grass, her fingers almost flying in circles as she brought herself to the second climax of the morning. Her hand flew from her crotch and she gripped the blades of grass on the ground. Her pussy trembled as she came around Milhouse once again. Milhouse gave himself one last thrust and buried his shaft inside her as deep as he could. With a loud grunt, his cock twitched and shot jet after jet of his thick seed within her. He held a firm grip on her hips, keeping his cock in her depths as he came. And when the final spurt erupted from his shaft, Milhouse allowed himself to fall backward. The two lay on the ground, panting in the afterglow of their finished fuck. The morning sun shone down upon them as they felt the first comforting warmth of the day. His eyes closed, Milhouse focused on how he felt now and how he felt during. He wanted to hold onto the heavenly memory of Lisa’s pussy as long as he could, just in case Lisa decided that would be their only time. He dreaded the thought, but it sat in the back of his mind as a possibility. Milhouse opened his eyeswide and froze. He saw Bart standing above him, his arms folded and smirking down at his naked form.
“Morning,” he calmly said. Milhouse quickly rolled over and scrambled to his feet, covering himself with his hands.
“Bart? When… when did you get home?” he asked. Lisa lazily rolled her head towards the sound of her brother’s voice, considerably calmer than Milhouse was.
“About the time you two were in my room. I could even hear you through the door. Lisa, I thought you’d be quieter than that.” He took a bite out of his cupcake as Lisa sat up and shrugged her shoulders.
“I guess I was a bit preoccupied at the time,” she said.
Milhouse found Bart and Lisa’s surprising calmness quite unnerving. There he was, naked in the backyard just after fucking his best friend’s sister, and yet Bart was acting so casual about it. “What’s going on here?” he cautiously asked.
“You enjoy yourself last night?” Bart asked with a grin. “How was it in the bathtub? And in my bedroom. That had to be awkward.”
“How do you…” Milhouse began. Bart placed his arm around his friend’s shoulder as he took another bite of his cupcake.
“Let’s just say that me going over to your place was part of the plan.”
“The plan?” Milhouse asked. “What plan?” His head darted between the two siblings. “Lisa, what’s he talking about?”
“You’re not the first guy to have had such a ‘sleepover’ with my sister,” Bart grinned, his fingers gesturing his choice of word. Milhouse quickly turned to Lisa, his narrowing gaze fixing upon her. He felt used, angry, and like he was just the next fling.
“So, what?” he asked her, almost lashing out. “I’m the fourth? Fifth? What number am I to you?”
“What?” Lisa asked, abruptly standing up to plead her case. “No, Milhouse. I know I’ve done some questionable stuff, but I’m not like that. You’re… you’re the second.”
“Then who’s the first?” Milhouse demanded.
“The first… has his arm around your shoulders.”
Milhouse quickly turned his head to face his friend, and Bart pressed a dollop of blue frosting against his forehead. He pulled himself from Bart’s friendly gesture and stood between them. Mixed emotions were running through his head. The girl he loved wasn’t who she thought she was. He felt played, tricked into thinking that Lisa harbored some feelings for him. But one burning question remained.
“Why?” Milhouse asked, his fists clenching at his sides. “Why play me like that?”
“Now, before you get angry, hear me out,” Bart stepped forward. “See, I’ve known about you and Lisa’s make-out sessions for a while, and Lisa’s been wanting to… I guess recreate her sexual awakening she had with me. Everything you guys did last night, it’s all familiar territory for the both of us because that’s what we’ve done. In short, Lisa wants you in her life. but only if you’re willing to share her with me. ‘Cause there is no way in hell that I’m giving up my little sister.” Milhouse turned back towards Lisa.
“That true?” he coldly asked her. Lisa, who had shuffled back and forth nervously on her bare feet as Milhouse’s recently spent jizz began to seep down her legs, proceeded to take a step forward.
“Yes, it is, Milhouse. Every word. I’m sorry if you felt like you were played, but I can make it up to you right now if you want.”
“And how are you going to do that?” he asked her, a smile crossing his lips. Lisa grinned and pushed him straight to the ground. She climbed on top of him and reached for his cock. She stroked him as his erection rapidly returned before easing herself back down upon him.
“By riding you like a pony,” Lisa smirked. Milhouse smiled upwards in delight at his friend.
“I’m… fucking your little sister, Bart. Jealous?” Bart smirked, “Actually, good buddy, when she’s on top like that, my ‘little sister’ is fucking you.”
“So, we good?” Bart asked his friend, holding out his hand as his sister pushed herself up and down Milhouse’s penis. Milhouse grabbed Bart’s hand to give it a firm shake before pressing it against Lisa’s waist. He lay on the cool ground, feeling the girl bounce atop him and swallow his shaft over and over again.
“Yeah, Bart,” he groaned. “We’re good.”
“You don’t mind that Bart and I…?” Lisa started to ask, but Bart quickly interrupted her.
“Lis, there’s a sure-fire way to find out,” he said. Bart grabbed the back of his sister’s head and pulled her into a deep kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth as their lips connected. Bart knelt on the grass and wrapped his arms around her. It didn’t bother him at all that she was mid-fuck with another boy, with his closest friend. Bart dropped his hand between his sister’s legs. His fingers quickly found her clit above Milhouse’s cock, and he began rubbing against the tiny bump as he kissed his sister.
“Oh, god…” Milhouse groaned. He held Lisa’s waist as tightly as he could. He pressed his heels and his shoulders into the ground as he lifted his hips and ass off the grass, driving his cock up inside the girl of his dreams. His cum from his earlier climax was already leaking out of Lisa. Each thrust smeared it against their crotches. Bart smiled against Lisa’s lips and broke their kiss.
“See? He likes it,” he smiled at her. Lisa grabbed Bart’s arm and yanked him down to her level, his knee bending and catching him in the grass. She pressed her lips to her brother’s ear and cupped her hand between them. A grin crossed Bart’s lips as Lisa whispered to him, and he nodded his head.
“Hey Milhouse,” Bart turned to his friend. “If you thought that was hot, get a load of this.” Milhouse watched as Bart dragged his hand from Lisa’s clit down to her thighs. He collected a thick glob of leaked semen onto his fingers. Milhouse let his body rest on the ground, pausing his thrusts to watch Bart lift his hand towards Lisa’s open and expecting mouth. But, at the last moment, Bart yanked his hand away and slipped his fingers between his own lips. He dragged his tongue across them and licked his friend’s cum off his skin. He smacked his lips together as he savored Milhouse’s taste, took one last suck of each finger, one at a time.
“Not bad, buddy,” Bart said. Milhouse’s jaw dropped. “Trust me, Milhouse. You’d be surprised what Lisa and I get up to.”
“Like what?” the boy gulped.
“Remember when Lisa said you were the second guy? Well, that’s not the first time I’ve eaten cum out of my sister. “
Milhouse couldn’t take it anymore. His time with Lisa had shown she was far kinkier than he thought. The blue-haired-boy pushed Lisa off his dick and onto the grass below. He climbed to his knees and pulled her legs apart. He lunged back inside of her, his cock sinking back into her soaked pussy. He lifted Lisa’s legs over his shoulders as he started to fuck her again. He wanted to plow this horny young girl with all the energy he could muster.
“Oh… fuck… yes…” Lisa groaned with each thrust. Her pussy hugged his dick, squeezed, and pulled him inside her. Milhouse’s hand traveled up Lisa’s right leg until he grasped at her trembling foot. He pulled it towards her, forcing her knee to bend, and he pressed his tongue against her sole. He plunged into the girl over and over, dragging his tongue up to her toes and closing his lips around them. Bart knelt beside his friend and moved Lisa’s other leg from between them. He slipped his hand around his shoulder.
“Milhouse, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he said. Bart grabbed his sister’s ankle and pressed her left foot to his face. He gave Lisa’s sole a slow and tender lick until his tongue flicked off her big toe. Milhouse looked at him, one of his eyebrows raised. How many more surprises did Bart and Lisa have for him? Lisa giggly cackled between her moans, loving having both of her feet licked and sucked by the two boys. Bart turned back to his friend.
“I wasn’t the only one watching you fuck my sister,” he whispered to him. Milhouse froze. “There’s someone else, and it’s making her so hot and wet with excitement, you have no idea.” Bart’s words did the trick. Milhouse thrust his dick inside Lisa one last time. His cock twitched inside of her and began spraying thick ropes of cum as he came again. He pulled his hips back, and his cock came free with a pop. He shot the last of his cum across Lisa’s stomach and chest before he let himself fall back onto the grass. Lisa’s hands flew between her legs as soon as he fell. She pushed two fingers inside her soaked pussy and used another to rub her engorged clit. Her hands were almost a blur, her fingers working fast. It took only a few mere seconds before she was humping her hands. Lisa shrieked and let her limbs fall to the grass, except for the leg still in Bart’s grasp. The horny girl came again. Three impressive squirts of lust sprayed from her cunt and splashed against Milhouse’s legs. Bart smiled; he took another lick of his sister’s foot while she came before he gently lowered her leg to the ground. Lisa sighed. She had a tremendous grin on her lips. She lifted her hands to her stomach, just enough to lazily drag her fingers through the cum on her torso. She giggled at her brother as she slipped them into her mouth to lick them clean.
“So, did you get everything you wanted, sis?” Bart asked as he stood. He held out his hand for her. Lisa grabbed hold, and Bart pulled her to her feet. But Lisa lunged at Bart and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips against his and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Bart felt her pass a glob of Milhouse’s cum into his mouth through their kiss, and the boy gulped it down.
“Fuck yeah,” Lisa broke their kiss and grinned at him. Bart turned his head to Milhouse to offer him a hand. Milhouse took it and pulled himself up.
“You sure we’re good?” Bart asked him.
“This isn’t too weird for you, my Italian stallion?” Lisa smirked.
“I could get used to it,” Milhouse breathed. “But we’re good, Bart.” He dropped Bart’s hand but quickly took it in his other and gave his friend a firm handshake. Bart smiled.
“Welcome to the family, Milhouse. Now Lisa, climb on,” he pointed at her bare feet on the grass. “I’ll give you a piggy-back inside the house.”
The back door opened as the kids approached the house, and Marge stood in the doorway to welcome them inside. Milhouse stopped dead in his tracks. He suddenly realized who Bart was talking about.
“Hurry upstairs and wash up, kids,” Marge smiled at them. Bart wiped his shoes on the doormat and stepped inside. “I’ll have breakfast ready when you’re done.” Marge turned back to Milhouse, still outside and still seemingly frozen to his spot. The boy was almost trembling in fear of the potential trouble he’d landed himself into. “What did you tell him?” Marge asked.
“Nothing that wasn’t true,” Bart said. He pushed Lisa up on his back as he reinforced his gasp around her bare thighs, and he turned to walk towards the stairs. Marge smiled at their guest and beckoned him into the house. Milhouse found the strength to move his feet again and cautiously stepped inside. Marge dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around the boy.
“Milhouse, it’s okay. Really.” He sighed with instant relief at the hug. “But there is one thing,” Milhouse felt his heart jump into his throat. He was suddenly stricken with the same fear. The boy gulped.
“Yeah… Mrs. Simpson?” he asked dryly. Marge smiled at him.
“Just make sure you clean up the mess you made outside Lisa’s window.”

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