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walked by the Simpsons' residence and saw Lisa working in the garden. He
had a crush on this girl since she was eight and he was ten, and now his
love was stronger than ever. She still had that cute blonde spiky hair,
but her body wasn't that of a little girl anymore. Milhouse realized
that the more beautiful she became, the more the two of them were
drifting apart. He had still the same nerdy appearance he had eight
years ago, the only difference was that his face was full of pimples
now. Why would a great looking girl like Lisa choose a geek like him?
When he watched her that day, bending over to a flower bed, dressed in
tight denim shorts, he couldn't stop looking at her long beautiful legs
and nice butt. He felt sad. When he approached her, she turned around.
"Hey there, Milhouse!"
"Hi, L-Lisa!" he stuttered.
Damn fool, he thought. Can't you for once act COOL?
She was wearing her favorite red top. It had the same color and shape as
her trademark red dress which she wore when she was eight, but it now
contained no longer the frail figure of a child, but the curves of a
young woman's body. Her breasts were small but firm, and Millhouse had
to force himself to stop staring at them when talking to her.
"You know, it's my birthday today," he said, trying to think about
something else. "You wanna come to my party tonight?"
Lisa smiled. "You're having a party? Good for you, Milhouse. Who else is
gonna be there?"
He was totally taken aback by her sarcasm. "Well, you know," he said
hesitatingly, "the usual people."
"Bart and Ralph," sneered Lisa. "I thought maybe this year some new
losers would put in an appearance. You're eighteen now, aren't you?"
"Y-yes?" This isn't going well, he thought.
"Isn't it time to find yourself some ugly girl to give you a birthday
present? If you get my point."
Milhouse started to blush. This wasn't going well at all. "So you don't
wanna come?" he started, pathetically. "Please do! I've got all kinds of
snacks and sweets and stuff..."
Lisa thought for a moment. "Allright then," she said. "I think if I said
no, you'd start crying, and I can't stand watching a grown man cry."
Milhouse felt like he was five inches tall. Why did she have to be so
goddamn mean? What did he do to her that he deserved such a... But on
the other hand, she just promised she'd come! Hurray!
"So," Lisa said, "what kind of present do you want, birthday boy?"
"P-Present?"
"Yes, Milhouse. People usually get presents at their birthday. But you
wouldn't now."
Why didn't he just run away? Instead, he stood there, staring at her
arrogant, perfect face, and he couldn't move or even avert his eyes.
"Come on," Lisa said. "There must be something you want more than
anything else in the world." She smiled evilly.
Milhouse heard himself say: "You?"
His heart stopped. Worst slip of the tongue ever. He was a dead man. But
Lisa just laughed. Then she shrugged and turned around.
"Yeah, right," she said when she walked away. "See ya soon, birthday
boy!"
Milhouse saw her opening the front door and getting inside. He didn't
move for five more minutes, unable to figure out whether this was the
best birthday in his life, or the worst.
When Lisa entered Bart's room the next morning, the first thing she
noticed was the thick blue smoke which completely filled the room. She
had trouble discerning the figure of her brother, who was lying on the
bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Aww, Bart, you're smoking pot again!" she called.
Bart didn't bother to look down at her. "Man, I was completely wasted
after that party at Milhouse's last night," he explained. "There were no
chicks, so we watched some porn videos, and drank two sixpacks each. I
need some grass to feel alive again. Why the hell weren't you there?"
Lisa ignored him. "Dad's gonna kill you when he finds out about this
dope," she said. "Where did you get it this time?"
"Fat Tony", Bart responded. "I'm doing some small gigs for him and I get
a part of his stash. His pot is better than Otto's."
"Bart, when will you learn that crime doesn't pay? Fat Tony is a thief
and a murderer!"
"And you're a saint." Bart smiled wryly. "Nice work, sis, promising
Milhouse you'd come to his party and not showing up. I've never seen the
poor guy so depressed."
"I can't help that he has a crush on me," Lisa said. "And I wouldn't
mind that if he wasn't such an ugly geek. He follows me everywhere like
a slobbering puppy! The stupid jerk..."
Bart interrupted her. "Sit down for a mo, sis. I gotta tell you
something." Lisa sat down besides him on the edge of the bed. She
coughed when her brother blowed a blue cloud in her face.
"Milhouse is a smart guy, but he's terribly shy," Bart said. "When
you're around, he acts like an idiot, but when he's with me and Ralphie,
he's a really cool dude. He's just a bit too sensitive, and yesterday
you've really hurt his feelings."
"Bart, you know what he said when I asked him what he wanted for his
birthday? He..."
"I know, he told me. So, what's wrong with that?"
Lisa gasped. "You're asking me to... Not in a million years!"
"Why can't you be for once nice to that guy? If you let him kiss you,
he'd be the happiest dude in the world."
"I don't care if he's happy or sad."
"Is that really too much to ask? Lis', I'm sure that if you let him
touch your cunt, he'll buy you a diamond necklace. You can hit the
jackpot with this guy. If you'd offer to give him a blowjob..."
"Enough!" Lisa was outraged. "I'm not gonna let that four eyed weasel
touch my..."
"Well, you kinda promised," Bart said calmly. "Here, have a smoke,
that'll cool you down."
"I don't want your dirty pot," Lisa yelled, but in her rage she had
grasped the cigarette and sucked it till her lungs were full of smoke.
She coughed violently.
"There, there," Bart said soothingly. "Calm down, you'll feel better
now."
"Better?" Lisa shouted, still coughing. "I'm gonna be sick, you moron!
You and your damn dope..."
"Take it easy, sis. Here, have another pull. That'll smoothen things
out."
Lisa started to feel a bit funny. She had always been opposed to taking
drugs, but now she couldn't resist taking another whiff. The stuff was
kicking in.
"What are you trying to do?" she asked, much more mild-tempered now,
"Get me high?"
"Hey, what's wrong with being high?" Bart said. "Sometimes you can see
things more clear when you're high."
"What kinda things?" The pot had taken the edge off her somewhat shrill
voice. Her voice sounded lower and smoother now, and, as Bart thought, a
lot sexier.
"You know, like what promises to keep and stuff."
Lisa giggled. "You devil! I get your drift. You want me to feel guilty
about Milhouse. And you know what? You were right. I've been a real
bitch! I feel so sorry for that poor creature..." She giggled again.
"So you know what to do." Bart seemed serious now.
"What?" Lisa laughed.
"Get over to his house, say you're sorry and give him the best birthday
present he ever had."
Lisa tried to think, but her thoughts weren't clear. "Yeah, I could do
that," she said. "You mean, right now?"
"Right now. And change clothes before you go. You can't give him his
present looking like you're just came home from Sunday school." He
looked at Lisa's flowery dress. "Wear something sexy."
"Okay! Can do, big bro!"
Lisa got up and ran out of the room, humming happily. After ten minutes
she returned. When Bart saw her standing in the doorway, he couldn't
believe this was the same girl.
"Ay caramba!" he exclaimed. "If you weren't my little sister..."
Lisa was wearing the bright red tank top she bought last year without
Marge's permission, and the tight faded low-cut jeans she recently
borrowed from Janey. The top made her breasts look big and the jeans
accentuated the curves of her hips and ass. She looked hot.
"You think Milhouse'll like it?" she asked.
"He'll eat you alive. Now, come here and have another pull, before the
magic wears out."
Lisa obeyed, giggling. Bart padded her on the butt. "Attagirl," he said.
"Now go and get `em!"
When Milhouse opened the front door he couldn't believe his eyes. "L-
Lisa?" he stuttered. "What are you doing here?"
"I've got a present for you, birthday boy," she said in a sexy voice.
"I promised, remember?"
"A p-present? But I don't see a packet?"
Lisa hugged the doorpost. She rubbed the front of her jeans against the
post and her butt slowly moved up and down. Milhouse saw the fabric of
the jeans tighten around her ass.
"Silly boy," she said. "If you see anything you like, all you have to do
is unwrap it. You know how to unwrap a package, do you?"
"Lisa... is this some kind of practical joke?"
She stopped moving. "Listen, you wanna invite me in or not?" she said,
impatiently.
"Uh... sure!"
Lisa entered and Milhouse quickly closed the door behind her. With his
back to the door, he looked at the girl he loved so much. He was
confused. In his dreams he had gone through this scene a thousand times
and those dreams invariably ended with wet blankets, but now he was too
nervous to even get a hard-on.
"Can I get you something to d-drink?" he stuttered.
"I can think of something", Lisa said. She catched Milhouse's belt and
started unzipping his pants. Milhouse flinched.
"Lisa, what's wrong with you?" he asked. "I've never seen you so... so
horney! Are you on drugs?"
"Yes, Milhouse," Lisa said dryly. "I am on drugs. So why not take
advantage of me before the effect runs out and I change my mind?"
Now Milhouse at last knew what to do. He grasped Lisa's waist and
pressed her body against his. Her soft but firm tits touched his chest.
"O god," he whispered, "I waited so long for this..."
"Shut up and kiss me, stupid," Lisa said.
Milhouse kissed her. His tongue entered Lisa's mouth. At the same time,
his hands slided downwards at her back till they found her ass. Lisa
quivered when he squeezed her buttocks. She pressed her hips tighter
against his crotch and felt the hardness of his dick.
"Do me," she panted. "Fuck me now."
They both started to undress. Milhouse quickly dropped his pants and
took off his shirt. After he pulled down his underpants, he felt a bit
ashamed of his scrawny, white body. But at least his erect penis was
decent-sized, that was the only thing he felt secure about. Lisa slowly
removed her tank top. Her bare breasts looked cute, young and fresh.
Milhouse's dick got even harder. He wished she'd hurry up, before he'd
blow his load prematurely.
One-by-one, Lisa opened the buttons of her skin-tight jeans. "Jesus
Christ," Milhouse thought, "She doesn't wear underpants!"
When Lisa had opened the last button, Milhouse could no longer contain
himself. He saw Lisa's cunt, with the small trimmed patch of blonde
pussy hair, and he got mad with desire. Like a wild animal, he seized
hold of her and pushed her against the wall.
"Wait, let me pull down..." Lisa said, but Milhouse couldn't wait any
longer. With a mighty thrust he entered her body. Lisa gasped. Wide-
eyed, she looked at him, with a horrified expression on her face.
"Please be gentle, Milhouse," she whispered, out of breath, "It's my
first..."
Milhouse didn't listen. He pulled his dick out, and entered her tight
pussy again, even more violently this time. He drilled her cunt with his
dick, fast and hard.
"Not so hard!" Lisa yelled. "Are you nuts? You're hurting me!"
She pushed Milhouse away and slapped his red face.
"I... I'm sorry", he said, "I didn't know..."
"You were going so fast you'd cum inside me in five seconds!"
Milhouse felt even more ashamed. "But I..."
"Lie down!" Lisa commanded.
"What?"
"On the floor. Lie down!"
"What, why?"
Lisa pushed him so hard that he fell over backwards. He wanted to get up
again, but Lisa put her foot on his chest.
"Stay there," she said sternly. "From now on, we're doing it MY way."
Milhouse obeyed. He saw her taking off her jeans, throwing the pants
away. She was completely naked now, and Milhouse saw her breathtakingly
beautiful body for the first time in all its glory. With her legs wide
apart, she stood before him. Then she started rubbing her pussy, moaning
softly.
"What are you doing?" Milhouse asked bewildered.
"Shut up!" Lisa shouted. She rubbed faster and her moaning intensified.
"Ohhh... I'm getting all wet...."
Milhouse feared she was going to have an orgasm on her own, and then
leave him, as a punishment for his stupid behaviour. But his fears were
unfounded. Suddenly Lisa stopped rubbing her clit and squatted down on
his dick. A shiver went through her body when she felt his flesh enter
her cunt again. But now she could set the pace all by herself. That gave
her a feeling of power and security.
Very slowly, she moved up and down. Every time Milhouse's dick
disappeared deep into her pussy, she closed her eyes and moaned. It felt
good, a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. Much better than the sex
games she used to play with Janey, she thought. Being fucked by a real
boy instead of a girl with a strap-on... wow! And she thought of all
those wasted hours, alone at her room with her dildo. Why bother when
she could have had the real thing?
Milhouse stretched his arms and grasped Lisa's tits. She tossed her head
and moaned loudly. "God, it feels so good..."
She stopped riding his fat dick and bent over to his face. "Kiss me,"
she whispered. "I want your tongue in my mouth when you fuck me."
When their lips and their tongues touched, Milhouse had the strange,
incredibly erotic feeling that he was fucking her in two orifices at the
same time. Lisa moved her ass in a circular motion, massaging Milhouse's
dick with her juicy cunt. Her movements became faster and her moaning
louder. Milhouse knew he was going to cum any second. He couldn't
contain his load much longer.
"Lisa..." he panted, "I'm cumming!"
"No, wait..." Lisa could hardy speak. "Not yet... O God!"
Milhouse closed his eyes and prayed he could hold on for ten more
seconds. Lisa was close to her climax too. She experienced a tingling
feeling which spreaded through her body like a virus. A sweet sensation,
like something was burning inside her, heating her up.
"Now!" she yelled. "Cum inside me! Fill me up!"
Milhouse blew his load, screaming loudly. For one second he felt like he
had died and gone to heaven. Lisa gasped for breath. Exhausted, she
dropped down on Milhouse's body. Beads of perspiration stood on her
brow.
"O God, Milhouse..." she whispered. She looked at him and kissed him on
the cheek. "It was so good... so fucking good..."
They stayed entangled for a long time, silently, just looking at each
other and smiling. Then Lisa got up, slowly. Her pussy leaked cum and
cunt juice. Some of it trickled down her long, beautiful legs. She put
on her jeans, which immediately got stained with dark patches of cum and
sweat.
At last, Milhouse got his voice back. "When... when will I see you
again?" he asked.
"Tomorrow, at school I guess" Lisa answered, covering her breasts with
her tank top. "Unless you need some days at home to recover from today's
fatigues?"
She smiled at him, and that heart-warming smile made him desire her
again.
"Hey, I'm ok!" he said recklessly. "How about a second round to prove
it?"
Lisa laughed. "Don't eat more than you can swallow," she warned. "You've
proved yourself worthy anyway, big boy."
She walked to the door. "Wait!" Milhouse called, "When can we, uh, do
this again?"
"Well," Lisa said, "A birthday present like this is something you only
get once a year, I guess."
Milhouse couldn't believe what he heard. "Once a year? You mean, I got
to wait a whole year for..."
"Don't despair, honey," Lisa said calmly, "You know, my birthday is next
week. Maybe you could give me a nice present in return?"
"You bet!" Milhouse said. "And how about public holidays?"
"I don't see why people shouldn't swap presents at holidays", Lisa said,
smiling.
"Both Christian and Jewish holidays?" Milhouse asked eagerly.
"You forget Hindu and Buddhist," Lisa said. They both laughed.
Lisa opened the door. "Bye Lisa," Milhouse said. "Thanks a lot for the
present."
"Don't mention it, birthday boy", she said, and left.
The telephone rang. Milhouse picked up the horn. "Hey Bart," he said.
"What's up? Yeah, she just left. Dude, I gotta tell you everything...
What? Yeah, I know you can't keep a secret. No, I don't mind that the
whole town will know about it. Listen..."
Adrunk
.....and the number one sign you need to get laid iiiis....
1. You write erotic fantasies involving Milhouse.
[/letterman]
Benjamin Robinson
thread, Adrunk wrote:
>1. You write erotic fantasies involving Milhouse.
Milhouse: But my Mom says I'm erotic.
Lisa: Eww ...
Milhouse: Wait, that didn't come out right.
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