Archive-name: Family/lisa.txt
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Archive-title: Lisa's Story


     My real name is Lisa, sometimes called Monalisa by my father and a
  few other friends. Not because I look like her, but more because
  I have a sweet innocent look, so I'm told......If they only
  knew.........

  I'm 24 years old, very black hair to my shoulders with long,
  loose curls, which I sometimes wear up or tied back. I'm 5'6"
  tall and weight 126 lbs. I am, I've been told, very attractive.
  I have done some modeling for cosmetics and swim suits. I
  measure 34D-21-34. My breasts are very firm and nicely shaped
  and appear very large on my small frame, and I rarely wear a bra.
  My nipples are almost always hard and protrude way out when I get
  excited. I have nicely shaped, long, thin legs, that I love to
  show off, a nice flat tummy, and a tight round bum.

  Although  it may not sound it, I am really quit shy. This
  anonymity thing allows exposing and saying things that would
  normally be only in my thoughts....and its fun and very
  exciting...SEXUALLY exciting!!!  And now just thinking about who
  may read this, I can feel my nipples starting to get hard. I'm
  in school today so I am wearing a bra, a pink, lacy, demi-bra
  which doesn't do much except look good and feel good but it
  doesn't hold my nipples back they seem to pop right over the low
  cut of the bra and rub on my blouse. I'm wearing a pink silk
  blouse that just seems to cling to my nipples, a black pleated
  skirt just above my knees, nude stockings and black heels. Oh
  ya, and tiny, little, pink, lacy panties.  Well I can't continue
  right now, I'm getting too excited.

  I'm home now, or I should say, in my apartment. It's a rainy
  dismal Friday in Boston and I have no plans. Frankly, now that
  I've started this I can't wait to get back to it. But, first off
  with my clothes, bra, and panties.....Back in a minute!

  Oh that feels much better. I'm wearing a gray cut off sweatshirt
  that just hangs from my tits and exposes my tummy and silky men's
  boxer shorts, kind of blue paisley. I love these boxer shorts.
  They're very comfortable and loose so I can get at everything. 
     OK. I've tied my hair up, and put on my glasses and I'm ready to
  get on.

  I grew up in a small well to do community south of Boston. A
  mother, father and two brothers, me in the middle, and I still
  live there when I'm not at school. My older brother is 5 years
  older than me and the other 10 years younger. It was with my
  older brother that I had my first sexual experience...sort of.

  I was 8 years old, it was a summer day around the pool and my
  parents had some friends over, which include a couple of teenage
  girls. The girls had gone into the cabana to change
  and I was looking for some water toy or something and went behind
  the cabana. There, standing on a lawn chair was my brother Rob.
  At first I wasn't sure what I was seeing, so I hid behind a shrub
  and watched.

  Rob was standing on the chair looking in the little window of the
  dressing room. I could hear the girls inside and it only took a
  minute to figure out what he was doing. As I continued to watch
  I could see more going on than just peeking in the window. Rob
  had his bathing suit on, he had pulled the leg aside and was
  playing with his little prick.
  I say little now, but I was 8 and he was 13 and at that time it
  didn't look little to me. As I continued to watch I felt a kind
  of tingling all over. I could see his prick was kind of stiff
  and sticking out. He was holding it with his thumb and fingers
  and pumping away. Well, I  had never seen a prick before, and
  certainly never one doing this. I couldn't move, or didn't want
  to. The tingling felt so good I didn't want to move for fear it
  would stop. That was the first time my nipples got hard and they
  haven't gone down since. Though I didn't know what was
  happening,  I did know that I liked the feeling very much. I
  could hear the girls coming out of the cabana now and I ran back
  to the pool.

  All day long , as we played around the pool I kept watching my
  brother. I began seeing things I never noticed before.
  Sometimes when he would come out of the pool his bathing suit
  would be sticking out in the front. Probably playing with it
  under water I thought,  and when he sat on the edge of the pool I
  made sure I was in the water positioned just right so I could see
  up the leg of his suit....and there it was, his little prick.
  Well, I just kept doing this all day, because, when ever I saw it
  I got that tingling feeling, and I  liked that a lot.

  Later that day I told Rob that I saw him behind the cabana and I
  was going to tell mom. He said, " If you don't tell I'll let you
  touch it," and ran off. Now, I meant that I was going to tell
  mom about spying on the girls. It took me a while but when I
  figured out what he meant, it sounded pretty good.

  That night, around nine, I went to Robs room, flung the door
  open, walked right in and said, " Here I am."
  His reaction, of course, was....what do YOU want?, get out of
  here!, beat it you little creep!!, etc., etc. After I reminded
  him of his promise and with the help of a few threats, we got
  down to business.

  "O.K.Lisa, but if you say anything to anyone you've had it."

  He still had on his bathing suit and was lying down, after some
  coaxing he stood up, slipped it off and sat down beside me on the
  bed.

  " O.K.Lisa there it is. Go a head and touch it if you dare."

  Well, I wasn't about to tell anyone. I mean, look what I was
  about to do, and it was my idea.

  Yes in deed there it was. It didn't look quite the same as it
  did behind the cabana, but it was a lot closer now and it was
  mine.....sort of. And there we were, the two of us, just there
  sitting on the edge of Robs bed in silence  starring a Robs
  little prick. I reached out and touched the end with my finger,
  nothing. So I picked it up between my thumb and finger and
  started, ever so slowly, moving up and down. It only took a few
  strokes and things started to change fast.

  The little prick was now a big prick. ( all things taken into
  consideration)  This was incredible. I don't think Rob even knew
  it could get this big. Well, I kept going at it, now with my
  whole hand wrapped around it and a little faster. It felt soooo
  good, my tingling was back and my tiny little nipples were hard
  as pencil erasers. I had one hand a Rob's right thigh, my right
  hand pumping away at this incredible toy that Rob gave me play
  with, and still starring at it in disbelieve.......it felt
  soooooooo good.

  I could feel Robs hips start to move and I looked up and Rob had
  laid back on the bed and was making moaning noises.
  Well, I thought I had hurt him or something was really wrong, and
  I stopped.
  " Oh my god, are you alright ?" I asked Rob.
  In a very moany voice he replied "Yes, yes please keep going. It
  never felt like this before. It feels good, I like it."
  Well I liked it too, and he didn't have to ask twice.

  Now I was getting into it. But, something had changed. Now  I
  was in control. What I was doing to Rob gave me, not only this
  great tingling, but a sense of power that I never new existed. I
  began to experiment. I would go slower and then faster. Each
  motion would get a reaction from Rob. I could  get him to make
  different sounds, and twitch, and move his hips just by squeezing
  or pumping his prick a different way. Up and down, faster,
  slower, squeeze and pump, over the top, just on the end, full
  strokes, up, down, up ,down, up, down. I was bouncing up and
  down on the bed with the rhythm, and I felt incredible. How long
  could this last ?
  All of a sudden the thing squirted a stream about a foot in the
  air,  Rob let out a loud AHHHHHHHHH, and I jumped off the bed and
  just stood there looking at Rob with my mouth open in total
  amazement. Rob was still OOOOing, and his prick was still
  squirting. I didn't know what happened. I knew it wasn't pee,
  because  I had it on my hand and it was white and sticky.
  However, I did feel that what ever just happened, I made it
  happen and it made Rob feel real good, and I felt GREAT. As soon
  as I could move I ran to my room.

  Well, I thought about this a lot, and I liked it!

  The next day Rob explained to me what happened, I guess as good
  as a 13 year old could. " Cum ? " I said. He said that he had
  never done that  before and he was very surprised, but it felt
  sensational.

  It didn't take long, and I not sure who talked who into it, and
  we were doing it again. We continued to do it for a long time.
  It gave me an incredible feeling all over my little body that I
  loved and I was in control and needless to say, Rob loved it. It
  was our little secret......so I thought.

  I would give Rob a hand job when ever he,(I), wanted, and I was
  getting real good at it. After almost a year, Rob asked me to do
  it to one of his friends.

  It didn't take much coaxing and the excitement of holding another
  boys prick was overwhelming. It became an exclusive little club.
  Me, Rob, and three of his friends. I would jerk them off anytime
  they wanted, and I would get rides to the mall, to school, or
  just about anything a 10, 11, or 12 year old girl could wanted
  they were always nice to me. Even small amounts of money,
  sometimes. I would have played with them for nothing, I guess
  they must have felt guilty or they just didn't realize how much I
  loved it. It was always handjobs. No fucking, sucking, or titty
  touching. I never even thought about those things. All I wanted
  was to take their pricks out, make them big and stiff, and watch
  them cum off.
  That was all I needed.....I thought.

  There was one boy that I liked better than the others. He    was
  the youngest, 15, and had a much larger and thicker cock than the
  others and I liked playing with his the best. I used two hands
  on him and it took a long time to make him cum and I liked that a
  lot. He treated me different too. He would talk to me while I
  was playing with his big very hard prick, tell me how good it
  felt and how good I made him feel. He would tell me when it was
  going to cum and I would pump it a little faster and aim it away
  from my face, which seemed to ba a favorite target of the other
  boys, and he would give me a little kiss on my check when he
  left. So the day Brian showed up all alone and said lets go to
  the tree house I didn't hesitate.

  It was an early Fall day and the other boys had stayed at school
  for football practice. They had built a tree house in the woods
  behind our house a few years ago, and this is where most of our
  fun took place, but I had never been there with just one boy
  before. I knew what going to the tree house meant, I had been
  going there for almost 4 years, and going there alone with Brian
  was very exciting, I could already feel my body tingling. I was
  now thirteen and developing fast. I had long grown out of
  training bras and had worked my way up to a whopping 32B, and on
  my small 86lb. body, those little suckers looked good. I was
  still in my school uniform; a grey pleated skirt very short, navy
  blue sweater,(no blouse today), white knee sox, and black flats,
  and just like now, I rarely wore a bra. My tits have always been
  very firm and perfectly shaped and it always felt good when my
  nipples rubbed against my clothes, they're are very sensitive. I
  never wore a skirt except to school and this is the first time I
  had to climb the tree house ladder in one.
  " Go ahead up." Brian said. " I'm right behind you."
  Half way up I stopped and looked down just in time to catch
  Brian, who was still on the ground, looking right up my skirt.
  Well, this was a first. I'm not sure what I thought but I felt a
  shiver go through me, but I didn't do anything to keep him from
  looking.
  When we got inside we sat cross legged on the floor facing each
  other and I could see that Brian's prick was already hard and
  thought it must have happened when he looked up my skirt,and I
  got another little shiver. Other times it wouldn't get stiff
  until I started playing with it. Pricks were one of my favorite
  things and I had learned a lot about them in the last 4 years. I
  knew when a boy had a hard on, and Brians was already to go...I
  thought to myself.

  After some conversation Brian told me that he wanted to see my
  tits. Well, this was a new twist, and it was O K, but I always
  got what I wanted when the boys wanted something, and I wanted
  Brian's prick. I wanted to see it pop out of his pants already
  stiff and thick and hard. We were sitting on the floor across
  from each other, my skirt covered my crouch and my little white
  nylon panties but exposed almost all of my thighs and legs. " O
  K " I said, taking a deep breath and sticking out my chest, I
  pulled my sweater up over my proud, perky tits exposing my hard,
  erect nipples. Your turn I said, but Brian just sat there
  staring at my tits, and my little shivers turned into
  uncontrolable tingling.
  " Take it out Brian!" I insisted.
  He jumped up, quickly unzipped his pants, and  his prick popped
  out like a jumping jack, then he sat back down and never once
  took his eyes off my tits.
  Well, he wasn't down for more than 3 seconds when I reached out
  and grab his huge, stiff, dripping cock with both hands. At the
  same time Brian slid both hands under my sweater and lifted it
  up, again exposing my tits. Which was fine with me, I had what I
  wanted, and it was bigger and thicker than ever before and I
  wasn't about to let go. Brian leaned forward and kissed  my
  cheek, let go of my sweater, and cupped one hand around each of
  my tits. My hands stopped moving, but I never let go of his
  cock. An incredible sensation came all over my body. I never
  felt anything like this before. Brian had his hands on my bare
  tits....OH GOD......OOOOOOOOOoooooooo Brian firmly squeezed one
  tit and rub his thumb over the hard, erect nipple of the other
  one, and gave a little moan. I shivered all over, I felt like I
  was going to explode and I started wiggling in place, and
  tightening my thighs and my little ass, and flapping my knees up
  and down, but never letting go of his prick. I started pumping
  on Robs, now throbbing cock to the same rhythm of my legs going
  up and down and Brian's hands were all over my tits. Squeezing,
  rubbing, and pinching my nipples OH.....GOD I was going crazy and
  moaning loudly ......... then Brian let out a screaming
  AAAAAHHH.....AAAAHHHHHHH......AHHHHHHHH...and his cock fired a
  steady stream of CUM all the way up into my face, but I never
  flinched and kept jerking his cock and Rob kept squeezing my
  nipples and moaning, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, which is what I
  would have said if I could have talked. I just couldn't get out
  a word. I was panting, moaning, cum dripping from my face I was
  licking it from my lips, bouncing up and down and pumping away on
  Brian's still hard, still cumming, big, wonderful cock. It was
  the most unbelievable feeling I ever had. Nothing that I had
  done over the past four years had even come close. I was in
  another world, I had no idea what was going on around me or where
  I was. I just couldn't stop flapping my legs and jerking off
  Brian's cock. I felt like I was being fucked up my ass, in my
  cunt, in my mouth, and between my tits all at the same time, but
  I wouldn't know what that felt like for 5 more years. Cum on my
  face and lips was nothing new, but it was never Brian's cum and
  it never tasted like this. Brian let out a big sigh and fell
  over backwards, his prick still hard and sticking straight up and
  I held on with both hands pumping slowly. I was on my knees
  between Brian's legs, licking cum off my lips and watching
  Brian's cock oooz cum on every up stroke. I leaned forward and
  put my mouth on the head of his prick and sucked it like a straw
  in a too thick shake. It felt like a big rubber lolly pop and
  tasted sweet syrup. I started moving my head with the motion of
  my hands, taking more and more of Brian's thick shaft in my
  mouth. Brian was near silent, breathing very heavy, and raising
  his hips on every down stroke. I was rocking back and forth, my
  head bobbing up and down and hands pumping, and except for the
  slurping and heavy breathing it was dead quiet.

  Then out of the silence, voices, it was Rob and the boys and they
  were coming to the tree house. We both heard them at the same
  time. Brian jumped to his knees and looked out the window.
  "It's John and David and there coming over here!" He whispered,
  as he put my toy away and fixed his shirt and pants. I was still
  on my knees with my skirt lifted like a towel wiping my face and
  trying to catch my breath. Then we heard Rob's voice. "Hey you
  guys, she's not home, come wait in here." He shouted to them from
  our back door.

  As soon as they were gone we climbed down. Brian kissed me on
  the check and ran off and I ran home. When I walked in Rob,
  John, and David were sitting there waiting for me. "Lisa, do you
  want to go to the tree house?" They harmonized.
  "No. I cant right now, I don't feel good." I moaned, and went up
  to my room. The truth was that I felt sooooo good I wanted to be
  alone and enjoy it. Any other time I would have led the way to
  the tree house and been very excited by thier oooing and ahhhing
  while I played with little pricks. But I had just had the most
  wonderful experience of my life and I wanted to savor it for as
  long as possible.

  With my eyes closed, laying on the bed in my little,  white, silk
  panties I recalled every detail of my escapade with Brian. My
  breathing had not yet returned to normal and my body was still
  trembling. I could still taste the cum in my mouth and my lips
  and hands were kind of stiff and sticky. As I dreamed on I began
  to explore my own body. Feeling my tits like Brian did...pinching
  my nipples and rubbing the firm little mounds that totally filled
  my hands. I was making myself feel the same way. I had no idea
  I could this to myself and it felt wonderful. I kept rubbing and
  squeezing and pinching. I started sliding one hand down over my
  body to my tummy, I could feel the edge of my panties. I kept
  caressing my tits with  my left hand slowly slid the other one
  under my panties and over the soft little mound new hair. I could
  feel wetness on the back of my hand. My panties were all wet. I
  felt my pussy, It too was all wet. It felt like Brian's cum. I
  started to rub up and down on it like I did on Brian's prick. I
  was breathing very heavy now and my my hips were moving with the
  motion of my hand. "OH Brians prick, Brian's prick!!!!" I cried out 
     and arched my back and pushed a finger inside my soaking wet cunt and
  SCREAMED OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, and a feeling came over me like
  a tidal wave as if my body was being tickled by thousands of
  feathers, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and I
  came and came and came, and came, and came............


     After that wonderfully, inlighting afternoon I only saw Brian in 
     school a couple of times, we only said Hi as we passed in the halls 
     and nothing more. Brian would give me a wink and a smile and just 
     keep walking. I never tried for anything more. After that day in 
     the tree house both Brian and I were different. We had changed some 
     how,  I wasn't quite sure how, but nothing would ever be the same. 
     Not for me, for Brian, or the rest of our little sex club. There 
     would be no more fun in the tree house, no more hand jobs for Rob, 
     John, or David, and no more sucking on Brian's big, thick, marvelous 
     cock. 

     That Winter Brian's family moved away and Rob was dating the younger 
     sister of one of the girls he was peeping on in the cabana 5 years 
     ago. She was beautiful and they seemed to hit it off very well.....
     probably gave great handjobs, I thought, but I'm sure that Rob, just 
     like me, had moved up to bigger and better things. Though I was 
     still a virgin, (well lets say I hadn't been fucked yet), I'm sure 
     that Rob had found Heather's cunt to be far more satisfying than my 
     hand...."How could he?"  And tits, at 18, Heather was the envy of 
     every girl in school, and she knew it and used it,(them), she was 
     HUGE. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits, on a tall, slender body, and 
     what else, a cheerleader. I hated her,(not really), not so much for 
     her beauty, but more because she occupied all of Rob. Rob was 
     maturing very fast I thought. He was tall, dark hair, he had my 
     mothers blue eyes, (that I always wanted), and he was handsome like 
     my father. He played football all through Jr. High and High School 
     and was very good. Not a super star, but he was admired by all of 
     his team mates, coaches, and of course, the cheerleaders. He was 
     strong and muscular and very popular with everyone. He had earned 
     a scholarship and was very excited about going to college.

     Both Rob and Heather were seniors and were getting ready to go away 
     to college after graduation. They were going to different schools 
     and would probably only see each other during breaks. You would 
     think that their world was coming to an end the way they acted. 
     They were always hanging on each other. Or was it just the sex that 
     made them that way?  I didn't know for sure, I just assumed she had 
     taken over where I left off.

     My father was an investment banker and both he and my mother did a 
     lot of traveling. When I was old enough to take care of Eric, (my 
     younger brother, now eight), it seemed they were hardly ever home. 

     (correction: ERROR in chpt. 1. Rob is 
                  5 years older, Eric is 5 years younger)

     It was a very hot afternoon in late June, I was just coming in from 
     school and our parents were away. Rob, being a senior, had graduated 
     a couple of weeks before and Eric wouldn't be home for two more hours. 
     As I passed Rob's room I could hear voices, behind the closed door.  
     Not words, but sounds. I stopped  for a second and listened. It was 
     Rob and Heather, it didn't take long to figure that out and the sounds 
     were not unfamiliar either. They made me think of Brian and that day 
     in the tree house and a pleasurable vibration went through my body and 
     I felt those tingling  sensations in my cunt. I swung my book bag in 
     front of me and squeezed it between my legs, pulling up on the strap 
     the bag came up under my skirt and the corner of the canvas pushed 
     hard against the crotch of my panties, I squeezed my legs tighter and 
     echoed the soft moan that came through the door, I quivered all over 
     and ran to my room. 

     I flung the book bag, fell across my bed, pulled up my skirt and began 
     rubbing the wet spot on my panties, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to 
     see what Rob and Heather were doing. I wanted to see what it was that 
     took him away from me. I tip toed past Rob's door to Eric's room. Rob 
     and Eric shared a bathroom, with a door going into it from each room. 
     If Eric's side was unlocked and Rob's door was closed I might be able 
     to see what they were doing. I tried Eric's bathroom door. It was 
     unlocked and I opened it slowly hoping that Rob's door would be closed. 
     As the door opened the sounds from Rob's room became clearer and closer.
     It was as if I was right in the room with them. When it was open enough
     I looked in. "Oh Shit!" I thought, and pulled my head quickly back. 
     Rob's door was open, not all the way but to far to make an undetected 
     entrance to the bathroom and I started very, very slowly to close Eric's
     door.  When the door was almost closed I looked up and there, through 
     the tiny remaining crack, reflecting in the mirror over the vanity, 
     framed like I picture, was Heathers naked, glistening body. She was 
     kneeling on Rob's bed, straddling his hips, and dripping with sweat. 
     They were both stark naked. OH MY GOD!  Heather!  Naked!   She was 
     leaning forward, her hands on either side of Rob's head, her huge tits 
     inches from Rob's mouth, her long, blonde hair covering her face, and 
     her round, firm ass was moving up and down on Robs hard cock. 

     She was beautiful. She would toss her head back, shake her long blonde
     hair down her back and over her shoulders and give a low moan, then 
     fling her head forward, her hair covering her face and Rob's, lean down,
     arch her back, throw her head back again and push her huge breasts in 
     Rob's face, and never miss a beat as she continued raising her body to 
     the very tip of his shaft and then engulf every inch of it with each 
     downward thrust.  I opened the door a little more in order to see the 
     whole scene without moving my head back and fourth. The angle was 
     perfect, the view was kind of to her back and to the side. I could see 
     Rob's cock sliding in and out of Heathers very hairy, dripping wet, 
     blonde cunt as she continued to glide up and down on what appeared to 
     be a much large cock than what I used to play with. With every down 
     stroke Rob would let out a muffled AHH,    AHH,    AHH. He had his 
     mouth and hands full of Heather's tits. One hand was wrapped around 
     her left tit holding it up feeding his mouth as he sucked on her big, 
     protruding nipple. The other hand was squeezing, pinching, and pulling
     at Heather's other big, dark brown nipple. I never ever thought I 
     would get to see Heather's breasts. I had heard girls talk about 
     them at school, but Heather was 4 years ahead of me and in another gym 
     class. Hearing the talk at school, and the way the boys would tease 
     Rob, had me, and a lot of others, very curious. Heather never tried to 
     hide her figure, in fact quite the opposite. She would always wear 
     tight sweaters, low cut jerseys, and blouses unbuttoned just far 
     enough. Both boys and girls alike, would have given anything to be 
     seeing what I was seeing right now. Heathers tits!  They were even 
     bigger than the appeared in her sweaters, and YES, they were real. 
     The image before me was incredible. I had only heard about fucking 
     but never in my wildest dreams thought the girl was supposed to be on 
     top. 

     Heathers moans became louder and faster and her pumping was harder and 
     harder. Just then she sat straight up with her hands behind her head.
     She arched her body, her head tilted way back, and her hips lunging 
     forward on Rob's cock, and my god those tits were reaching for the sky.
     She moved her hands down to her knees, then slowly slid them up her 
     thighs, over her tummy, and cupped both breasts at the same time. 
     Stopping to circle her big, hard nipples with the just the palms of 
     her hands, she continued over the top wrapping her hands around her 
     huge mounds, then smoothly down the sides. (There was a lot of area to 
     cover).  With her hands flat open and fingers extended up she pushed 
     her enormous breasts up and together at the same time and in one 
     continuous motion her hands shot straight up over her head and she 
     SCREAMMMMMMMMMMED. She screamed and screamed and screamed, her hips 
     surging harder and faster. It was the best cheer she had ever done. 
     I knew she was cumming off and it brought me back to a hazy reality. 
     The shock of seeing all of this had frozen me in place but when 
     Heather screamed with delight it sent chills up and down my spine and 
     ignited the desires that had brought me here in the first place.

     Heather had collapsed full length on top of Rob, her beautiful hair 
     covering their faces like a silk scarf. Thier bodies were in slow 
     motion, still pressing together in a slow throbbing kind of way, their 
     breathing was very heavy and erratic as if they had just finished a 
     ten mile run. I too had lost my breath and my body was shaking all 
     over. I dropped to my knees still keeping watch in the mirror. I 
     released the door knob and my hands slid slowly down over my tummy 
     pushing hard against my pelvis. My fingers were gathering up my skirt 
     and rubbing my cunt at the same time.  I pulled my skirt all the way 
     up and pressed my fingers against my soft little mound and began 
     rubbing my panties. My GOD, I was soaked right through, they were so 
     wet it was as if I had no panties on at all . My little cunt lips 
     had sucked my panties right in and were molded to the shape of my cunt. 
     I started sliding the length of my index finger up and down in the 
     folds of my vulva, my other fingers rubbing along the outsides of the 
     little wet sack and squeezing together around my middle finger. OH 
     GOD it was so good. I had never been this wet before, and it felt 
     soooo different and soooo good. My panties were so wet they were 
     transparent. I was holding my skirt out of the way with one hand, 
     staring down at my pussy watching my finger slide up and down between 
     my wet panties covered cunt. I could see the outline of my swollen, 
     pink labia and the wet mated hair sticking to my panties. I rolled my 
     finger back and forth in the crevice of soft, wet, fleshly tissue and 
     kept sliding it up and down at the same time. My juices were still 
     flowing and I was getting wetter and wetter. As I pressed on my slit 
     and rolled my finger my cunt lips wrapped it up like a little 
     hotdog in a soggy, white bun.......

     BANG!!!       A gust of air hit me in the face, the door moved and 
     closed my peep crack, but it didn't latch. I froze. It was Rob's 
     door that slammed, someone was in the bathroom. I dropped my skirt 
     and started to back up, on my knees. I could hear the 
     water running and then the toilet flush, the door moved again and my 
     view was restored. It was Heather, she was walking back to the bed 
     where Rob was waiting on his knees with his very wet, very hard, very 
     red cock sticking straight out in front of him. As she got on the 
     bed she reached out and grabbed a hold of Rob's prick and pulled 
     him down on top of her. She then reached back above her head and 
     wrapped her hands around the headboard, she pulled her knees up and  
     wrapped her legs around Rob's back. He was up on his knees holding 
     his stiff prick in one hand while the other was opening up Heather's 
     beautiful pink cunt. Was there anything about this girl that wasn't 
     perfect, I wondered???  Rob was rubbing just the end of his cock up 
     and down over Heather's pink, puffy, beautiful cunt. It was driving 
     her and me crazy. She gave a little moan arched her back and Rob's 
     cock disappeared inside her soft, fleshy cavern. Heather, eyes closed 
     began rolling her head back and forth on the pillows and moaning 
     softly as Rob pumped away filling her with the full length of his 
     shaft, drawing it out almost to the end, then ramming it deeper and 
     slamming his hips against her ass."OH YES, OH YES, OH Rob FUCK ME, 
     Fuck me, Oh yes....Heather moaned. Now, this was fucking was, this 
     is how it was described to me, this was great. I loved watching Rob 
     fuck Heather. He was just as beautiful as she was. His strong 
     glistening body, muscles all tight, and his very big cock fucking away 
     in Heather. It was almost like I was doing it with him. 

     I returned to my position, on my knees, holding my skirt up, I slipped
     my hand in my panties and inserted my finger inside my tight, wet pussy 
     and pushed it up hard every time Rob would ram his cock in Heather. I 
     could hear Rob grunt with every slam and moan on each back stroke. His 
     breathing was getting faster and very heavy and I knew he was ready to 
     cum. " Rob, OOOH Rob, .....Please be careful". Heather whispered. 
     Please be careful?  What did that mean? "AAAAHHHHHHHH, AAAHHH....
     AAAHHHHHH". Rob was cumming, I knew that sound. When I looked up Rob 
     had pulled out of Heather, she had a hold of his cock, jerking him off, 
     and watching his throbbing cock shoot stream after stream of cum all 
     over her gigantic mounds. They were like a shield protecting her 
     beautiful face from Rob's cannon. Even lying down her tits were 
     still full, firm and huge, and now shining with Rob's hot, sticky cum 
     which she massaging into her tits with both her hands as Rob finished 
     squeezing the last drop of cum out of his pulsing cock. She seemed to 
     enjoy her breasts almost as much as Rob did. I wondered if she had 
     ever sucked on Rob's prick, and flashed back to that day in the tree 
     house with Brian.

     With Rob's fucking and my dreaming, I had totally lost any rhythm I 
     had, and my masturbating had all but stopped. My finger was still 
     inside me just resting, and kind of flicking back and fourth as deep 
     inside me as it would reach, sending sparks through me with each little 
     flick. It was great watching Rob cum off like that,  especially all 
     over Heather's tits. It had been a long time since I had played with 
     him and I missed it. But given a choice, I wouldn't have missed this 
     show for anything in the world. Well, that's what I thought then.

     I had gotten so caught up in all of this very hot action  I think I 
     came off with out knowing it. My cunt was like a soft little natural 
     sponge, soaked in hand cream and dripping wet. It felt so good cupped 
     in my hand with one finger sticking inside I wanted to stay there 
     forever and play with myself while I watched Rob and Heather. My 
     curiosity was more than satisfied. I had seen far more than I ever 
     excepted or could have imagined and I was content to just sit back on
     my knees, with my finger flicking inside me watching their bodies melt
     together and bring myself to a climax. I thought it would be the most 
     exciting thing to cum off while watching Rob and Heather fuck, and I 
     was right on the edge. It was very quiet now and my breathing was all 
     I could hear and hoped that I would not be caught before I could 
     finish. Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, I was getting close. I was flicking my finger 
     inside faster and harder and with my other hand I was rubbing that 
     little hard thing on the top of my opening and not taking my eyes off 
     Rob and Heather.

     SLAM...It was the front door.

     "Leeessaa, Leeessaa?" It was Eric. 

     Oh God, not now!  How could it be that late already? As I jumped up I 
     could see that Rob and Heather were also in a panic, running around 
     the room, picking up clothes, and trying to get dressed in record time. 
     I ran out Eric's door and down the stairs, fixing my skirt and drying 
     my hands at the same time. Eric was in the kitchen with his head in 
     the refrigerator I walked in and plopped on a stool at the counter.

     "Hi Eric." I moaned, out of breath.

     "Lisa! Lisa! You should have seen what I saw! I was walking along the 
     path by Jeffery's house, right. And there was this dead cat, 
     right. and it had blood all over. . . . . "

     "Oh Eric, please,  not now!"  He slammed the refrigerator door and 
     stood there staring at me.

     "Lisa you look awful, are you sick?  I'm hungry. That cat was 
     gross!. . . . ."

     "Eric, please, just get a snack, and change your clothes before you go 
     out, I'm going to take a shower."

     Just then the front door slammed again, and I heard Rob's car screech 
     out of the driveway. They had made their get away. Undetected they 
     thought.

     "A shower? In the middle of the day? You must be sick."

     "Eric, did you hear what I said?  Eric?  Did you?" 

     "Yes, Yes, I will! He griped, as I left the kitchen.

     Rob's door was open and I stood in the hall examining the scene. The 
     bed covers were pulled down and hanging on the floor, the pillows were 
     all bunched up, and some of Rob's clothes were on the bed. As I looked 
     closer, I could see something on the floor, sticking out from under the 
     covers near the foot of the bed. It was a loop of a strap, a white lacy 
     strap, a BRA STRAP!  I ran in and flipped the covers over. It was 
     Heathers bra. She must have really been in a hurry to have left it 
     behind. I scooped it up, shoved it under my sweater and ran to my 
     room.
 
     I pulled Heather's bra out and spread it open on my bed. It was 
     incredible. White lace all over, with thin lacy straps, three 
     hooks, underwires, and cups the size of Rob's football. GOD, three 
     hooks!  Underwires!  I had never seen a bra this big before, not even 
     my mothers came close to this. I just kept staring at it as I got 
     undressed. My little bras were very boring compared to this. I had 
     some with lace, but not all lace, and nothing that you could see 
     through. I picked it up and held it to my face. It was soft and 
     smelled sweet like lilly-of-the-valley. I found the tag and read it 
     aloud. "Lilly of France, 'Lillyete', 36 DD." I whispered aloud. Even 
     the name sounded like Heather.

     Now completely naked, I took the bra and sat at my vanity. I put it 
     around me, hooked the three hooks, turned it around, and slipped my 
     arms through the straps. I looked in the mirror and giggled. Heathers 
     bra made me look like a six year old dressing up in her mothers clothes,
     playing the mommy. My little tits were dwarfed by the huge cups that  
     hung almost to my waist. I tightened the straps,  centered the cups on 
     my breasts, and with both hands formed one of the lace cups tight 
     around my firm, little tit. I could see the dark aureole surrounding 
     my protruding nipple through the bra and the white lace made my breast 
     look very sexy. I flicked my nipple with my finger, giving myself a 
     wonderful little tingle inside. I hid Heather's bra way back in my bra 
     drawer, (and believe it or not, I still had it up till last year. 
     That story in a future chapter.)  I put on my robe and went to take a 
     shower. 

     Finished with my shower, I was standing in the bathroom drying off. I 
     heard a noise at the door and knew exactly what it was. Eric. He had 
     been chased away by my mother many times before, telling to "get away 
     from that door while your sister is in the bathroom". He had hit his 
     head on the doorknob, trying to see through the key hole. , Oh God, 
     this peeping thing must be heredity, and Eric must have it. I thought 
     to myself.

     Mom wasn't here to chase him away and I was in a very strange mood and 
     feeling very sexy, and decided to let Eric have a good look. Even 
     though it was Eric, and even though he was only eight, I still felt 
     very strange.... sexy, or dirty, or horny, or something. I wasn't sure 
     what it was, but knowing he was out there watching me was very exciting.
     I got those same little tingles I got when I was peeping on Rob. I 
     pictured him staring through the key hole at my beautiful, naked body 
     with a little hard on, twitching it between his fingers like Rob did 
     behind the cabana many years ago. . . Well, if he was going to peep on 
     me, he was going to see something. I was standing in front of the 
     shower facing the door with a big towel wrapped around me,  I was 
     completely covered. I dried my face and my hair, let the towel drop 
     to the floor and turned to face the mirror. I began brushing my long 
     wet hair. Raising my arms up over my head I was watching my tits 
     rise and fall with each stroke. I turned slightly towards the door so 
     Eric wouldn't miss a thing. I felt like I was on stage. I liked Eric 
     watching me. I liked teasing him, and wondered what he was thinking 
     and doing. Finished brushing, I picked up the towel, put one foot on 
     the toilet and started drying my legs. In this position I was facing 
     the door, with one leg up and knees apart, exposing everything to 
     Eric's view. I kept drying off, opening and closing my legs, rubbing 
     the towel over my soft little mound of jet black hair, leaning forward 
     and hitting my hard little nipples against my knees, and being very 
     careful not to cover anything for too long. I finished drying, 
     slipped my arms in my robe, and held it  open facing the door. In the 
     full length mirror I could see what exactly what Eric was seeing. I
     stood there with my arms spread, my robe wide open behind me like a 
     dark stage curtain, gazing at my beautiful, white, virgin body, little 
     shivers of pleasure shooting through me. My eyes shifted and I stared 
     straight at the key hole, closed my robe and headed for the door. I 
     paused to give Eric enough time to get away, then opened the door. As 
     I walked to my room, I heard Eric's door close and I knew for sure that 
     he had watched the show. 

     Well, I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did, and this was only the 
     beginning........WOW! What a day. 

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