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Halloween Camp Out	By : Lennox Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 22578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons. The characters are the property of 20th Century Fox 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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Jessica's Story
"Mom, can Santa's Little Helper sleep in my room tonight?" Lisa asked Marge, and that's how it all began. Lisa found comfort in sharing her bed with the family dog. The Greyhound would curl up at the foot of her bed, sleeping peacefully and ready to protect her from whatever dangers the night might bring. But before long, Lisa and Santa's Little Helper were doing more than just sleeping.

Lisa had trained the family dog in her own way. It had taken a couple of months, but all it would take is a light tap on her ass. She would stand on her knees with her head on her pillow. Her nightgown would be hoisted up onto her back and her panties pulled aside. She would lightly slap her ass, and Santa's Little Helper would mount the young girl. Lisa had grown to love the feel of her dog's cock pounding away at her depths, and each week she push the limits of their relationship further and further. Rarely would she do this naked, but she quickly found it more exciting to leave her clothes on the floor. She used to wait until after midnight when her parents were asleep, but now she would signal the canine as soon as her bedroom door was closed. Once, and only once, had she bent over for him outside of her room. After a hard fuck in the backyard, Lisa decided that it was too risky and had to force herself to control her urges. But after that one moment of outdoor bestiality, the world seemed to remain blissfully unaware of her actions.

One night, Lisa woke up to the cracking sound of thunder. Rain was pelting down upon her window, and the tree's branches in the backyard were swaying violently in the wind. Lisa had awoken from a nightmare of something chasing her, some monster that she couldn't quite see. Acting in a moment of panic, she flung her covers off her bed and pressed her chair against the door. Lisa wiped her forehead in relief, only to find that she was covered in a fine layer of sweat. The room was filled with a bright flash as lightning flew through the sky. She turned around just in time to see the blankets gently swaying over the edge of her mattress. Lisa figured that the lightning strike had scared Santa's Little Helper and he dashed for the safety of beneath her bed.
"It's okay, it's okay," Lisa reassured herself. "It's just an electrostatic discharge between the clouds and the ground. I had a bad dream, and what's going on outside is just nature. It's perfectly normal." She closed her eyes and told herself the same thing over and over, breathing steadily and finding comfort in the sound of the storm outside. But at the same time, she couldn't get the monster from her dream out of her head. She tried to think back, and all she could remember was the black furry beast chasing her through a garden. She couldn't remember its shape, size, or even what animal it really was.

Lisa flicked the light switch on her wall, but the power was out due to the storm. Stuck in the darkness of her room, she pulled her nightgown over her head and her panties down her legs. She found a small towel in her closet to wipe the sweat from her body. She knelt down and lifted her blankets to peer into the darkness beneath her bed.
"It's okay boy, it's just a storm. There's nothing to be afraid of." Lisa could hear her pet's frightened panting from the dark, but she couldn't see him. She slowly moved her hand into the dark space, feeling his fur through her fingers. But Santa's Little Helper didn't seem keen on leaving. Lisa smiled into the darkness.
"I know what will get you out of there," she whispered. On her hands and knees, she turned around and faced her bedroom door. She reached behind and placed her hand on her bare ass. She gave herself a few gentle slaps. She had decided not to bend over for her dog before bed as she was feeling very tired. But now wide awake during the storm, she figured that she might as well enjoy herself. A puzzled look swept across her face, Santa's Little Helper never took this long. She reached to her ass again and gave herself a couple more slaps.
"Maybe he's just scared of the sto....." Lisa's spoken thought was cut short with the feel of a moist muscle sliding over her slit. "Oh yeah, there you are boy." On her hands and knees, she pushed her ass back as she felt the canine's tongue lap over her pussy again. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter with each lick. But as much as she liked the sensation of her pet's tongue, she wanted the sensation of something else a lot more. She reached behind her to tap her ass once more. Straight away, she felt the weight of her pet on her back. With a single thrust, Lisa felt him enter her body. Her pussy took his every inch of his shaft with one swift thrust. She arched her back and bit her lip to silence her discomfort. As mush as she loved bending over for Santa's Little Helper, the first few minutes were always the worst. Her fingers clenched into fists as her pussy was forced to accommodate the girth inside of her. It never occurred to her that this was the first time that Santa's Little Helper had found her hole. Usually, Lisa would have to reach between her legs to help guide him in.

Lisa's discomfort quickly vanished as Santa's Little Helper picked up his pace. She could feel his hips bump against her ass as his prick was driven in and out of her depths. Her body hugged and squeezed every inch with her warm, moist walls. Lisa found herself biting her lip again. Not from discomfort, but from how good it felt. Santa's Little Helper was hitting just the right spot every time, and just the right speed. She slowly lowered her head onto the floor and shifted her hand to her stomach. Without disturbing the dog, Lisa began to rub her clit. She started off slowly, running her fingers over the erect nubbin in a circular motion. But the longer Santa's Little Helper fucked her, the harder she rubbed herself. The circular motions turned into quick jabs with her fingers sliding over her clit and brushing up against the canine cock.
"Ohhh.... fuck....." Lisa was in heaven, and she never wanted this to end. But she knew that she'd feel his climax inside her before long. She had often fantasized about taking his knot, but she knew that she wasn't quite ready for it. The bulge on his dick was almost the size of her fist, and Lisa knew that she'd have an awkward time explaining the situation to her parents or a doctor if it caused her serious pain. She placed her index and middle fingers around her pussy, creating a V shape at her entrance. Lisa had used this method every time to keep Santa's Little Helper from tying with her. And as she held her fingers in position, she would use her thumb to work her clit, flicking it and rubbing it into a frenzy of her orgasmic juices.

As Lisa came, Santa's Little Helper gave her one final thrust. She could feel his warm cum pouring inside of her he came to rest. She sighed in bliss as she struggled to push herself back up on her arms. Santa's Little Helper was always somehow able to wear Lisa out and leave her body completely drained of energy, yet in a state of pure happiness at the same time. Her bedroom illuminated with another flash of lightning, and she felt the cock slowly withdraw from her body. Once it was free from her depths, Lisa looked behind her, just in time to see the blankets swaying off her bed. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she struggled to her feet. Even after mounting and claiming her as his bitch, Santa's Little Helper was still hiding from the lightning. Slowly, Lisa went to her closet. She slipped a clean pair of panties up her legs and pulled a clean nightgown over her head. She crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over her shoulders.
"Goodnight boy," she yawned as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Lisa awoke with that familiar ache in her pelvic bone. She winced as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and planted her feet into the carpet. She moved her chair from her bedroom door and swung it open. She took one step out into the hall, and froze at the sight that greeted her. Bart waved at her as he walked through the hall, with Santa's Little Helper at his side. The dog barked as he ran to lick her face to wish her a good morning.
"But... but... he was in my room last night," Lisa stammered. She had her chair up against her door, there was no way that Santa's Little Helper got out before she woke up. "Bart, how'd he get out here?"
"I let him out of your room sis."
"What?" Lisa asked, the feeling of dread and uncertainty filling her mind.
"When I was going to bed last night, I heard him scratching at your door. So I opened it up and he ran straight into my room. I thought he just needed to go outside, but I think something spooked him. Maybe it was the storm." Lisa stood frozen to her spot.
"Santa's Little Helper... wasn't in my room last night?" She muttered as she placed her hand on her belly. If her pet wasn't in the room, then what did she fuck during the night? Bart waved his hand in front of her face.
"Yo, Earth to Lisa. You okay?" He snapped his fingers, but Lisa didn't respond. All she did was look back into her bedroom, just in time to see the blankets gently sway over the edge of her bed.
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"Whoa." Bart whispered.
"So Bart kills me, and you have me fuck some sort of monster thinking it's my dog?" Lisa asked, watching Jessica's face fall. The reverend's daughter felt as if she had suddenly screwed up those long months of repairing her friendship.
"It... it was just a story?" Jessica managed to speak.
"Yeah Lis, it's nothing." Bart said. "I mean, I was ripped apart from a demon inside me and Allison was possessed by a girl who never died." But Lisa wasn't listening to Bart. Instead, she was just staring at Jessica, fuming at her.
"So you tell that story after talking about how any kids that Bart and I may have would be weirder than Milhouse?" Jessica didn't say anything. She couldn't even bring herself to look at Lisa. She felt the feelings of guilt in the pit of her stomach. It had taken so long to earn Lisa's trust and respect, and she'd thrown it away with a few careless thoughts.
"But at least my kids are going to have a father," Lisa smirked. Jessica lifted her head to face Lisa, confused at the smirk on her lips.
"You're probably going to get knocked up by some random guy in an alley behind a bar or something. And if you have a son, then he's going to be the father or his own brother or sister." Jessica looked over at Bart, who just smirked and winked at her. Slowly, Jessica turned back to Lisa. The spiky haired girl had her arms crossed above the bell on her saxophone costume, smirking as her act finally dawned on Jessica.
"You little bitch," Jessica grinned. Lisa just nodded. "You smug little devil. You had me thinking that I'd actually offended you. So you're really not mad with me?" Lisa just shook her head, still smiling.
"No Jess, I'm not. Don't worry, we're still good." It felt like a huge wave of relief washed over the young Lovejoy girl. She sighed with a smile and as Allison started to poke the dying embers of their fire with a stick.
"You know, it's getting late," she yawned. "We've all told our stories, maybe we should turn in for the night."
"Oh Allison, you're not getting tired already?" Bart covered his mouth as he acted surprised. "You really think you're getting to sleep so early with Jessica here? Allison, I am shocked. You should know better than that."
"Damn right she should," Jessica grinned as she got to her feet. "But Alli is right, it is getting late... and cold. Maybe we should take this party inside." Jessica stood up and bent over to reach her tent's zipper, but he paused and looked back at everyone.
"Oh, and it's my tent. So the number one rule should be obvious." She grinned at her friends as she opened it up and stepped inside. Straight away, Bart started to unbutton his shirt.
"Bart?" Lisa asked as her brother used his clothing to wipe away the makeup around his eye.
"It's Jessica, Lis. No clothes in her tent, duh?" He sat down on the log as he started to undo his shoelaces. Meanwhile, Lisa approached Allison and turned around.
"A little help, please?" She asked. Allison nodded and found her zipper at the back of her costume. She pulled it all the way down and Lisa was able to slide out of her costume. She had to lift her legs one at a time and slip them out, before pulling the saxophone up and off her body. Meanwhile, Allison and Bart simply stripped off the rest of their clothes.

Jessica stepped back out into the clearing, holding the flap open to reveal the inside of the tent. All their bags had been lined up against the far wall, and the sleeping bags opened up and spread out along the floor.
"After you," she smiled and held the tent flap open. Bart and Allison stepped inside, their clothes under their arms. But Jessica grabbed Lisa's hand as she walked passed.
"I honestly never meant to offend you earlier, about anything. Are you sure we're okay?"
"Yes, Jessica. We're good," Lisa smiled as she placed a kiss on the girl's cheek. "Just get that tongue of yours ready."
Lisa stepped into the tent as Jessica held her hand to her cheek, just relishing the surprising kiss from Lisa. She giggled silently to herself as she stepped inside, grinning in eager anticipation as she lowered the zipper to the ground.
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