(A note : I've been trying to recall which model most put me in mind of Lisa's face, and I remembered. It was a young Gemma Massey)
Slight recap : Lisa is a girl whom I studied with, who I considered way out of my league. This is my piece of fantasy about her. In the first part, I let her copy my coursework then after class she took me to a secluded spot at the top of the field, amongst the trees, and teased me with a flash of her thighs and taking off her blouse - enough to suitably arouse me - then permitted me to jerk off in her presence. In the second part a few days later, I simply did a piece of work for her, no questions asked. My reward was that we took a walk in the woods where she sat me on a stile, where she proceeded to strip down to her bra and a thong, rubbed her ass into my face and gave me what amounted to a lap dance, before again allowing me to jerk off before heading home. I have been fairly submissive to this point, and the little contact we have had has been her touching me. I am infatuated with her and while thrilled at what has happened so far, am dying to kiss her and see her bare boobs, neither of which has happened.
Part 3
Several more days passed, and it still seemed like a dream that Lisa had treated me to the image of her in her underwear, flaunting her cleavage, putting her ass into my face and even allowing me to jerk off in her presence, for nothing more than a couple of pieces of coursework. The clandestine nature of our little walks aside, it was my dream come true. I wasn't sure what she took from it, perhaps my naive, nerdy innocence appealed to her, for I had far less experience with girls than she had with men. Whatever the case, my heart skipped again when she approached me one morning. She leaned over my desk as I was rummaging in my bag for a book and asked "Will you come round mine after class? I still need help." She smelled like strawberries again, I just hoped I didn't smell of the coffee I'd just drank before class. "Sure," I said, I had no reason to hurry back. I was learning to speak to her without stammering, but still my heart pounded like a jackhammer whenever she came near, and my blood pumped harder at the thought her or even hearing her name.
We walked straight down the length of the school field, for once not crossing for a hidden detour through the woods. She didn't hold my hand this time, but I was pleased that she at least didn't mind other students seeing us together. We walked down the side of the suburban streets, it was I'd say ten minutes, no more. We walked slowly in the baking summer sun. When we got to Lisa's house, nobody else was home. I took in very little of the details as I was so in awe of being allowed into her home for the sake of study. She pointed down the hall and said "go on through, I'm just going to put some of my stuff away." I went through the door and went into Lisa's bedroom. In a way, it was fairly simple. Plain white walls, a simple wooden set of cupboards, a notice board hanging with her study timetable and bordered with photos of friends and holidays. She had a desk which I thought may have been her workspace, but it had a small television set and assorted personal effects on it. "No wonder she never studies," I thought. The TV faced towards her bed, a double with an ornate wooden headboard, also painted white. Her bedspread was also white, with two white and two red pillows. I tried not to linger on the bed and wonder if anything naughty had taken place there, although I was sure it had, even if it was only Lisa giving herself pleasure. The whole room smelled faintly of the same strawberry scent.
I tried to get my mind back on the work, and shouted without turning back around "Lise? What coursework did you say it was we were doing?" As if by magic she walked through the open door, and staring intensely at me she said "There isn't any coursework." At first I mistook this for anger, but then she shoved me hard so that I fell backwards onto her bed. She clambered on too and somehow in the same movement managed to leave her skirt on the floor. I backed up slightly, a little nervous and confused, and Lisa suddenly had her knees either side of my waist. She leaned forward and put both her hands in my hair, and pulled me into her. The strawberry smell intensified in my nose, her hair tumbled over my face and she forcibly kissed me. I didn't know what was happening, but Lisa's tongue was in my mouth, exploring greedily. I started to stiffen immediately. As if in response, Lisa turned around and pulled my trousers down, discarding them on the floor next to her skirt. She turned back around to face me, and I was greeted with the increasingly familiar, welcome sight of her slowly unbuttoning her striped blouse. I braced myself for an eyeful of her epic cleavage, but was wholly unprepared. She wore not a simple bra like other days, but a silky, lacy black one with much less fabric than the others, and what material was there had more than a hint of see-through about it.
I gawped at Lisa's huge, barely-covered tits, but only for a moment and she leaned into me again to kiss me. "Touch me" she said simply, and smiled again. Her smile was sweet, but her eyes burned with want. God, she was beautiful. Finally I let go a little of my submissive instinct and sat upright to meet her lips with my own, and as our tongues interlocked passionately my hands clasped around her tiny waist and pulled her close to me. I could feel her hair on my face, neck and shoulders, her breath entering me, her breasts pressing against my chest. She reached down and grabbed my left hand and moved it slowly up her side, until it settled on her full, firm right breast. My cock twitched again inside my boxers, and I felt my helmet sliding against the fabric, lubricated by the precum I had already started to leak, as I realized through the delicate material of her bra that her nipple was stiff. I traced a gentle slow circle around it with my thumb and then squeezed her tit gently. I had never got this far with any girl that stunned me like Lisa. A moan tried to escape her mouth but it was muffled by my own lips and tongue.
My right hand instinctively around to her rear and gave her bum a squeeze, and pulled her closer to me. The feel of her panties told me that they were a match with the bra, so delicate they were almost indistinguishable from her own smooth skin. I was so happy that she had worn them, planning to seduce me from the moment she got dressed in the morning. I moved down and started kissing her neck, locking my lips to it and running a line up and down with my tongue. Her hands were in my hair and caressing my neck and ears. "Ohh..." she gasped and inhaled sharply. Her left hand moved again, and grabbed my right wrist. She moved it back around and thrust my hand firmly down the front of her knickers. Feeling no hair against the back of my hand - oh God, she was shaven downstairs - my eager fingers probed for and found her clit with ease. I sighed in my own pleasure as I found her sopping wet. In my inexperience I started frantically rubbing as quickly as I could, but she didn't seem to need a slow build up. Her hands fell down now and gently squeezed my forearm as I fingered her. She tilted her head back, and I buried my face between her tits, covering the exposed flesh with soft, wet kisses. Still astride me, her hips now rocked gently back and forth against my fingers as she fucked herself. With every motion her ass was rubbing against my cock sticking proudly up in the air but still covered by my boxers, which were sticky with precum. Where before she had just been gasping a moaning, now Lisa moaned my name over and over as she ground her cunt against my fingers. I tried to shift forward a little to reduce the contact between my dick and her backside, for fear of cumming in my pants. Suddenly Lisa stopped rocking and kneeled in one position, gripping my forearm tightly, and looking right at me started to convulse. Her mouth opened wide and she let out sharp, short breaths, and let out a prolonged cry of "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Her eyes closed, she breathed again, and opened her eyes. I could feel her wetness down the full lengths of my fingers, and I realized she had stopped because her orgasm had hit her.
Lisa eased my hand from out of her panties and smiled dreamily. Her hair was tousled, her brow already slightly shiny from the sweat of our frenetic, passionate foreplay. She moved my hand towards my mouth, and I licked my fingers, tasting the very essence of her. I felt so adrenalized. She giggled and leaned forward, and licked a bead of sweat from my forehead. "Mmm, salty," she whispered. I couldn't believe what an animal she had transformed into. I felt so erotically charged, like an orgasm was building inside me from head to toe, just waiting to burst forth. Lisa climbed off me, and moved slowly down to the foot of the bed. "Oooh is this for me?" she giggled, looking directly at the tent in my boxers. She shifted around to between my legs and faced me directly, staring up me. "You look very happy" she teased. She bent her legs a little, and in my field of vision I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, until she tossed her panties up the bed and they landed in my face. I grabbed them and breathed her in, and before I realized what was happening she had hooked her thumbs into my boxers and pulled them down, past my knees, and off. My cock looked harder and fatter than it ever had to me. I held her panties close to my face, and for the first time she reached forward and gripped the base of my shaft gently between her thumb and index finger. As the scent of her cunt filled me up, my cock pulsed. She bore into my soul with those deep brown eyes again and whispered "sure feels like something is desperate to COME out...." putting firm emphasis on the word come. I was suddenly terrified that she would expect to fuck her, because I knew I would last no time at all.
Lisa let go of my dick, and both her hands went behind her back. I gulped hard. She shrugged and the straps of her bra fell down. She unhooked her arms slowly, one by one, so her hands were the only thing keeping it on, and then she let it drop, and I stared at her gorgeous naked tits for the first time. They was the greatest thing I had ever seen, lovely perky nipples much darker and bigger than I had imagined, atop huge yet perky melons that seemed to defy gravity. She smiled and licked her lips reading my reaction, and lowered herself down so that my cock was pressed against the flat of her stomach. She slowly moved downwards, allowing her tits to brush against my quivering prick. When she came back up, I saw I had left a trail of glistening precum from her collarbone down to her navel. She shook back and forth slowly so each heavy breast rubbed against my shaft. Lisa gripped me with a fist and started to rub my bell end of each of her fabulous globes, and my never ending supply of pre turned both of her breasts into shiny, sticky orbs. She was a mess. She moved closer and squeezed her tits around my cock, and I thought I was in heaven. "Oh GODDDD....." I cried involuntarily, and she squeezed again and rubbed slowly up and down for a few strokes. My dream girl was titwanking me.
I knew there was not much holding back possible any more, and Lisa must have known it too. She leaned back up and grabbed my cock firmly in her right hand, and lowered her breast onto it so it formed a dimple around my bellend, rubbing against her erect nipple. She started tugging purposefully, not too fast, but a rhythm that she and I both knew would have predictable results, very shortly. My eyes had closed in pleasure but when I opened them, I saw she was looking right up at me, her mouth slightly open. Still breathing in her knickers, her taste still lingering in my mouth, I looked directly into her gorgeous deep brown eyes as she wanked me off. My balls started boiling, and she gasped as she felt my cock pulsate against her palm. I was welling up, and she could tell. She inhaled sharply and gritted her teeth. She looked up hungrily at me. "Go on.... fucking spunk all over me!" she growled wildly. I lost all control. I breathed in deeply and held it as I felt the cum working its way up my shaft. My pleasure peaked, and as I tumbled over the edge I exhaled and shouted "LIIIIIIIISA!....." Jets of spunk shot forcefully out as she moved upward slightly and pointed my cock at both tits in turn. Time after time I shot, many more times and with much more juice than usual. I showered those magnificent tits with what seemed like a gallon of cum, and every wave that rippled up my cock, I kept groaning, "LISA.... LISA.... LISA...."
When it finally subsided, she laughed a raucous laugh. "Holy shit, boy. I enjoyed watching you get wound up all these months and I knew you'd need to get something out of your system, but holy hell! You've made a complete mess of me!!" I laughed too, and though my lust was temporarily drained, she still enraptured me. She tugged at the duvet and started stripping it of it's now heavily spunk stained covered, laughed again, and looked over her shoulder at me. "So...... now we've done that, you won't look at me with such longing any more, will you boy....?
..... or am I wrong?"
THE END
Post-script
I never really decided how far Lisa and I would end up going beyond these three scenarios, but they were fun to imagine. I actually saw her mom at the wholesalers she works at not long ago, and we had a chat during which I think she guessed I had been besotted with Lisa at the time. Lisa herself is 31 now, her hair is much shorter and she's got a little boy, but she's still beautiful. Single too. I must invite her for a drink and catch up sometime....
That's all, folks.
A few months back, I wrote two stories and one fantasy. I've been meaning to post more, specifically this story, but as I said in my post of Parts 1 & 2, have lacked the motivation to, even though I had lots more to write. Specifically my sexual awakening and adventures & experimenting with "Lizzy" and one or two experiences since. I was pleased with how my previous writings went over, but I've realized why I lost my motivation, and it's the same reason I've now chosen not to bother writing any more. It's because I consider this subforum to be dead or at least dying, or to be more accurate, I consider it to have been murdered.
Slight recap : Lisa is a girl whom I studied with, who I considered way out of my league. This is my piece of fantasy about her. In the first part, I let her copy my coursework then after class she took me to a secluded spot at the top of the field, amongst the trees, and teased me with a flash of her thighs and taking off her blouse - enough to suitably arouse me - then permitted me to jerk off in her presence. In the second part a few days later, I simply did a piece of work for her, no questions asked. My reward was that we took a walk in the woods where she sat me on a stile, where she proceeded to strip down to her bra and a thong, rubbed her ass into my face and gave me what amounted to a lap dance, before again allowing me to jerk off before heading home. I have been fairly submissive to this point, and the little contact we have had has been her touching me. I am infatuated with her and while thrilled at what has happened so far, am dying to kiss her and see her bare boobs, neither of which has happened.
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Part 3
Several more days passed, and it still seemed like a dream that Lisa had treated me to the image of her in her underwear, flaunting her cleavage, putting her ass into my face and even allowing me to jerk off in her presence, for nothing more than a couple of pieces of coursework. The clandestine nature of our little walks aside, it was my dream come true. I wasn't sure what she took from it, perhaps my naive, nerdy innocence appealed to her, for I had far less experience with girls than she had with men. Whatever the case, my heart skipped again when she approached me one morning. She leaned over my desk as I was rummaging in my bag for a book and asked "Will you come round mine after class? I still need help." She smelled like strawberries again, I just hoped I didn't smell of the coffee I'd just drank before class. "Sure," I said, I had no reason to hurry back. I was learning to speak to her without stammering, but still my heart pounded like a jackhammer whenever she came near, and my blood pumped harder at the thought her or even hearing her name.
We walked straight down the length of the school field, for once not crossing for a hidden detour through the woods. She didn't hold my hand this time, but I was pleased that she at least didn't mind other students seeing us together. We walked down the side of the suburban streets, it was I'd say ten minutes, no more. We walked slowly in the baking summer sun. When we got to Lisa's house, nobody else was home. I took in very little of the details as I was so in awe of being allowed into her home for the sake of study. She pointed down the hall and said "go on through, I'm just going to put some of my stuff away." I went through the door and went into Lisa's bedroom. In a way, it was fairly simple. Plain white walls, a simple wooden set of cupboards, a notice board hanging with her study timetable and bordered with photos of friends and holidays. She had a desk which I thought may have been her workspace, but it had a small television set and assorted personal effects on it. "No wonder she never studies," I thought. The TV faced towards her bed, a double with an ornate wooden headboard, also painted white. Her bedspread was also white, with two white and two red pillows. I tried not to linger on the bed and wonder if anything naughty had taken place there, although I was sure it had, even if it was only Lisa giving herself pleasure. The whole room smelled faintly of the same strawberry scent.
I tried to get my mind back on the work, and shouted without turning back around "Lise? What coursework did you say it was we were doing?" As if by magic she walked through the open door, and staring intensely at me she said "There isn't any coursework." At first I mistook this for anger, but then she shoved me hard so that I fell backwards onto her bed. She clambered on too and somehow in the same movement managed to leave her skirt on the floor. I backed up slightly, a little nervous and confused, and Lisa suddenly had her knees either side of my waist. She leaned forward and put both her hands in my hair, and pulled me into her. The strawberry smell intensified in my nose, her hair tumbled over my face and she forcibly kissed me. I didn't know what was happening, but Lisa's tongue was in my mouth, exploring greedily. I started to stiffen immediately. As if in response, Lisa turned around and pulled my trousers down, discarding them on the floor next to her skirt. She turned back around to face me, and I was greeted with the increasingly familiar, welcome sight of her slowly unbuttoning her striped blouse. I braced myself for an eyeful of her epic cleavage, but was wholly unprepared. She wore not a simple bra like other days, but a silky, lacy black one with much less fabric than the others, and what material was there had more than a hint of see-through about it.
I gawped at Lisa's huge, barely-covered tits, but only for a moment and she leaned into me again to kiss me. "Touch me" she said simply, and smiled again. Her smile was sweet, but her eyes burned with want. God, she was beautiful. Finally I let go a little of my submissive instinct and sat upright to meet her lips with my own, and as our tongues interlocked passionately my hands clasped around her tiny waist and pulled her close to me. I could feel her hair on my face, neck and shoulders, her breath entering me, her breasts pressing against my chest. She reached down and grabbed my left hand and moved it slowly up her side, until it settled on her full, firm right breast. My cock twitched again inside my boxers, and I felt my helmet sliding against the fabric, lubricated by the precum I had already started to leak, as I realized through the delicate material of her bra that her nipple was stiff. I traced a gentle slow circle around it with my thumb and then squeezed her tit gently. I had never got this far with any girl that stunned me like Lisa. A moan tried to escape her mouth but it was muffled by my own lips and tongue.
My right hand instinctively around to her rear and gave her bum a squeeze, and pulled her closer to me. The feel of her panties told me that they were a match with the bra, so delicate they were almost indistinguishable from her own smooth skin. I was so happy that she had worn them, planning to seduce me from the moment she got dressed in the morning. I moved down and started kissing her neck, locking my lips to it and running a line up and down with my tongue. Her hands were in my hair and caressing my neck and ears. "Ohh..." she gasped and inhaled sharply. Her left hand moved again, and grabbed my right wrist. She moved it back around and thrust my hand firmly down the front of her knickers. Feeling no hair against the back of my hand - oh God, she was shaven downstairs - my eager fingers probed for and found her clit with ease. I sighed in my own pleasure as I found her sopping wet. In my inexperience I started frantically rubbing as quickly as I could, but she didn't seem to need a slow build up. Her hands fell down now and gently squeezed my forearm as I fingered her. She tilted her head back, and I buried my face between her tits, covering the exposed flesh with soft, wet kisses. Still astride me, her hips now rocked gently back and forth against my fingers as she fucked herself. With every motion her ass was rubbing against my cock sticking proudly up in the air but still covered by my boxers, which were sticky with precum. Where before she had just been gasping a moaning, now Lisa moaned my name over and over as she ground her cunt against my fingers. I tried to shift forward a little to reduce the contact between my dick and her backside, for fear of cumming in my pants. Suddenly Lisa stopped rocking and kneeled in one position, gripping my forearm tightly, and looking right at me started to convulse. Her mouth opened wide and she let out sharp, short breaths, and let out a prolonged cry of "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Her eyes closed, she breathed again, and opened her eyes. I could feel her wetness down the full lengths of my fingers, and I realized she had stopped because her orgasm had hit her.
Lisa eased my hand from out of her panties and smiled dreamily. Her hair was tousled, her brow already slightly shiny from the sweat of our frenetic, passionate foreplay. She moved my hand towards my mouth, and I licked my fingers, tasting the very essence of her. I felt so adrenalized. She giggled and leaned forward, and licked a bead of sweat from my forehead. "Mmm, salty," she whispered. I couldn't believe what an animal she had transformed into. I felt so erotically charged, like an orgasm was building inside me from head to toe, just waiting to burst forth. Lisa climbed off me, and moved slowly down to the foot of the bed. "Oooh is this for me?" she giggled, looking directly at the tent in my boxers. She shifted around to between my legs and faced me directly, staring up me. "You look very happy" she teased. She bent her legs a little, and in my field of vision I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, until she tossed her panties up the bed and they landed in my face. I grabbed them and breathed her in, and before I realized what was happening she had hooked her thumbs into my boxers and pulled them down, past my knees, and off. My cock looked harder and fatter than it ever had to me. I held her panties close to my face, and for the first time she reached forward and gripped the base of my shaft gently between her thumb and index finger. As the scent of her cunt filled me up, my cock pulsed. She bore into my soul with those deep brown eyes again and whispered "sure feels like something is desperate to COME out...." putting firm emphasis on the word come. I was suddenly terrified that she would expect to fuck her, because I knew I would last no time at all.
Lisa let go of my dick, and both her hands went behind her back. I gulped hard. She shrugged and the straps of her bra fell down. She unhooked her arms slowly, one by one, so her hands were the only thing keeping it on, and then she let it drop, and I stared at her gorgeous naked tits for the first time. They was the greatest thing I had ever seen, lovely perky nipples much darker and bigger than I had imagined, atop huge yet perky melons that seemed to defy gravity. She smiled and licked her lips reading my reaction, and lowered herself down so that my cock was pressed against the flat of her stomach. She slowly moved downwards, allowing her tits to brush against my quivering prick. When she came back up, I saw I had left a trail of glistening precum from her collarbone down to her navel. She shook back and forth slowly so each heavy breast rubbed against my shaft. Lisa gripped me with a fist and started to rub my bell end of each of her fabulous globes, and my never ending supply of pre turned both of her breasts into shiny, sticky orbs. She was a mess. She moved closer and squeezed her tits around my cock, and I thought I was in heaven. "Oh GODDDD....." I cried involuntarily, and she squeezed again and rubbed slowly up and down for a few strokes. My dream girl was titwanking me.
I knew there was not much holding back possible any more, and Lisa must have known it too. She leaned back up and grabbed my cock firmly in her right hand, and lowered her breast onto it so it formed a dimple around my bellend, rubbing against her erect nipple. She started tugging purposefully, not too fast, but a rhythm that she and I both knew would have predictable results, very shortly. My eyes had closed in pleasure but when I opened them, I saw she was looking right up at me, her mouth slightly open. Still breathing in her knickers, her taste still lingering in my mouth, I looked directly into her gorgeous deep brown eyes as she wanked me off. My balls started boiling, and she gasped as she felt my cock pulsate against her palm. I was welling up, and she could tell. She inhaled sharply and gritted her teeth. She looked up hungrily at me. "Go on.... fucking spunk all over me!" she growled wildly. I lost all control. I breathed in deeply and held it as I felt the cum working its way up my shaft. My pleasure peaked, and as I tumbled over the edge I exhaled and shouted "LIIIIIIIISA!....." Jets of spunk shot forcefully out as she moved upward slightly and pointed my cock at both tits in turn. Time after time I shot, many more times and with much more juice than usual. I showered those magnificent tits with what seemed like a gallon of cum, and every wave that rippled up my cock, I kept groaning, "LISA.... LISA.... LISA...."
When it finally subsided, she laughed a raucous laugh. "Holy shit, boy. I enjoyed watching you get wound up all these months and I knew you'd need to get something out of your system, but holy hell! You've made a complete mess of me!!" I laughed too, and though my lust was temporarily drained, she still enraptured me. She tugged at the duvet and started stripping it of it's now heavily spunk stained covered, laughed again, and looked over her shoulder at me. "So...... now we've done that, you won't look at me with such longing any more, will you boy....?
..... or am I wrong?"
THE END
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Post-script
I never really decided how far Lisa and I would end up going beyond these three scenarios, but they were fun to imagine. I actually saw her mom at the wholesalers she works at not long ago, and we had a chat during which I think she guessed I had been besotted with Lisa at the time. Lisa herself is 31 now, her hair is much shorter and she's got a little boy, but she's still beautiful. Single too. I must invite her for a drink and catch up sometime....
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That's all, folks.
A few months back, I wrote two stories and one fantasy. I've been meaning to post more, specifically this story, but as I said in my post of Parts 1 & 2, have lacked the motivation to, even though I had lots more to write. Specifically my sexual awakening and adventures & experimenting with "Lizzy" and one or two experiences since. I was pleased with how my previous writings went over, but I've realized why I lost my motivation, and it's the same reason I've now chosen not to bother writing any more. It's because I consider this subforum to be dead or at least dying, or to be more accurate, I consider it to have been murdered.
