From: kykar@holli.com (Kara)
Subject: Re: Lisa's Story 2 (mf,pedo,teen)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest
Lisa,
I have had several similar experiences with my brother, and even a
couple with my father. If you would care to hear about them, I am just
an Email away !!
Kara
In article <4scviq$kcf@webmaster.vbe.com>, Beatin@My.Meat says... > >One of your chapters got mixed up with another Lisa's Story >how about a repost....??? > >"Col. Brewster" <macvsog@mercury.gaianet.net> wrote: > >>I did not write this story! > > >> Lisa's Story - Chapter 2 >> ------------------------ > >> 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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