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The Simpsons

Lisa Simpson lay on her bed horny as hell. Ever since she hit puberty her body had been screaming out for her to have sex. Lisa had studied countless human biology books on the subject. So much so, that she considered herself a bit of an expert. Well, as much of an expert as someone could be without any practical experience that is.

She had come close on her eighteenth birthday but still, it was not close enough for her liking. Her father Homer had got drunk early in the night as usual and passed out causing considerable embarrassment to her mother Marge and herself. Marge had then spent the rest of evening making sure Homer didn’t choke on his own vomit or anything during the night. With her mum and dad not around Lisa had a bit too much too drink and become a little intoxicated herself. Well maybe a bit more than a little intoxicated, she admitted. She did let Millhouse finger her after all.

The way it happened was Millhouse had tried his usual pathetic attempt to come on her but due to the lack of inhibitions, she accepted his proposition instead of her just cutting him down. Lisa had led him out into the Simpson's backyard and up into her brother Bart's treehouse. Up there they had made out for a while as Millhouse fondled her pert breasts. Soon Lisa's desire had overcome her and she guided Millhouse's hand down to her waist and up her dress. Following her lead, he slipped one of his digits through the leg elastic of her white knickers and thrust rather uncoordinatedly straight into her soaking wet slit. Lisa gasped in pleasure at feeling a man's finger inside her pussy. Getting caught up in the moment she had unzipped Millhouse's fly and reached inside for his hard cock. Lisa was rather disappointed by the side of it, barely enough to fill her small palm, but she was even more disappointed as he moaned in panic after her first stroke and started shooting cum all over her hand. Before he had even finished cumming Millhouse had removed his hand from her pussy and fled the treehouse and her party in shame.

Lying on her bed thinking about what had happened had got Lisa even randier than before. So much so that she lifted up her dress to her stomach and wiggled her hips to help herself slide her panties down to her ankles. With her right hand, she started to trace the outlines of her downy pussy lips, getting then coated in her considerable moisture. Trying to recapture the feeling of Millhouse she slowly eased her finger deep inside her snatch…

…just as the door burst open.

"Bart!" Lisa yelled on seeing it was her brother.

"Woh-hoh-hoh! Lisa, never thought I would catch you masturbating!" Bart chuckled as he walked into the room and up to her bed.

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