I took a good look at her and there were klaxon warning sirens going off in my head. She had worn her naughty Catholic schoolgirl uniform, the one with the white button-up blouse that was so sheer you could see her dark nipples sticking up through it. Her plaid skirt barely covered her hidden treasures. She had on white stockings that came up to mid-thigh. This was the X-rated version of the Catholic schoolgirl fantasy.
She went to my stereo and looked at my playlists on my phone. She picked my ‘sexy’ playlist. I heard her choke, trying not to laugh at me as she turned it on. I guess she liked it because she began to sway to the track that began to play. When she turned around, I noticed she’d unbuttoned her blouse to her navel.
Over the years I had fantasized about this very moment: Lisa Felton, as she seduced me and had her way with me. Lisa was the bad girl you could do things with you would never dream of doing with the girl you were dating. She was a small girl who probably didn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds. You just knew the sex with her would be life-changing. She would ruin you for other women. Every fantasy, every desire, would be fulfilled during a night of raunchy, no-holds-barred sex.
Of course, there’s always that question about girls like this is: can they even hold a candle to the fantasy? Let’s face it, you imagine mind-blowing sex that most women would have no idea about, let alone a teenage girl. You imagine a girl who would get ahold of you and drain you of all your bodily fluids. The funny thing was, Lisa Felton exceeded my fantasies.
The little vixen crooked her finger at me.
“Come dance with me,” she almost whispered.
I leaped out of my chair. She pulled me into her arms and she tilted her head back so I could kiss, lick and suck her neck. While I kissed her, she worked on getting me naked. I stood there in just my socks. I know, not the sexiest image. Then she grabbed Mr. Happy and used him to lead the body to the bed. He was now firmly in control. The big brain had shut down when he saw what she wore for me. Lisa had me sit on the edge of the bed as she took off her shirt. She hiked up her skirt a half-inch, allowing me to confirm she hadn’t worn any panties.
She climbed up on my lap and looked me in the eyes. I drowned in the deep waters of her soul as she tilted her head and kissed me. I had always said Tracy was the best kisser of any of the girls I had ever been with. Lisa was just as good. I would have to probably kiss them both at the same time for several hours to decide who was better. Oh God! I would never get that fantasy out of my head.
I just let it happen. I found my hands had found their way to her backside. I gave her small butt a massage while Lisa ground herself against my quivering rod. She seemed content to slide up and down my shaft as I kneaded her butt-cheeks. Her hands caressed the back of my head to hold me in place. My peter rapidly became slick with her juices.
She finally broke our kiss as I felt her shudder in my hands, and my groin got soaked as she went over the edge. She was breathing hard and had a gleam in her eyes that told me she was ready to rock my world. She pushed me back and slid down between my spread legs. She grasped my member and examined it.
I don’t know how to describe it. It was as if she worshiped Mr. Happy. I was sure he would want to start his own religion sometime soon. She took her time and got to know every inch of my manhood. I was a quivering mess by the time she took the crown into her mouth. I reached for the back of her neck to help feed her my length, but she swatted my hand away. She made it clear this was her show as she started to take me into her mouth.
How I didn’t climax right then and there, I have no idea. I think I was still in shock that I was in bed with Lisa Frickin’ Felton. Every guy at Lincoln High would give his left nut to change places with me right then. The best part was she sucked me with a vengeance. She no longer played around and toyed with me. She was full-on head-bob, tickle, stroke, and tongue tricks, all geared to make me explode. There was no thought of slowing things down. She demanded my first offering of the night and she worked hard to get it. Mr. Happy was a satisfied boy, and he felt she deserved her reward.
“Ggghhhaaaa!” I bellowed.
I pumped into her mouth. When I shook my head back and forth, and tried not to pass out, Lisa did the sexiest (and also one of the grossest) thing I had ever seen. She showed me my load on her tongue. Then she leaned over me and drooled it all down over my sex, making me a slick, slimy mess. I wasn’t sure if I would barf or not, but damn!
I just lay there as she crawled up over me and then tried to stuff Mr. Happy into herself. She was so tight I didn’t think I’d get in, but suddenly she had me buried in her depths. She bounced up and down like she was on a pogo stick. I got a little light-headed from the pleasure. Her box felt like someone had wrapped Mr. Happy in a giant rubber band. She went at it until her legs started to shake.
Now it was my turn. I jerked out of her and put her on her stomach. She raised her butt and I straddled her thighs. I slid home and found I was able to get all of me into her. She squealed and squirmed under me as she had another big orgasm. I just continued to pound her from behind.
When I got close, I turned her over into the missionary position. I wanted to be able to look her in the eyes as I finished. I felt myself go over the edge and found my release. Lisa grabbed my butt-cheeks and used her fingernails to pull me as deep as I could go.
“Holy cow!” she muttered as I collapsed on her.
We laid there in a daze as we tried to get our bearings back. I needed some water, so I went to the living room and got a couple of bottles out of the fridge. I sucked down half a bottle. Lisa kept up with me, and when we finished our water she gave me a searing look.
“I need you to do one more thing. I need you to take my backside,” she commanded me.
Mr. Happy had thought about calling it a night. When he heard what she wanted, he caught his second—or was it his third?—wind.
“There’s some lube in the nightstand,” I said.
“I thought I was going to have to talk you into this.”
“Tonight’s your night,” I told her.
“How do you want me?” she asked.
“On all fours,” I suggested.
I opened the lube and covered myself. I then got behind her. Her sex was red and swollen, and juices were leaking out of her and running down her thigh. I almost stopped right then. I had just had wild unprotected sex with Lisa Felton.
“I hate to be ‘that guy,’ but are you protected?”
“Yes, I’m protected,” she assured me.
Now she wanted me to put my member into her tiny bottom. I lubed her up and then manned up. I put a condom on. Bad things can lurk in a colon. I then pressed into her rosebud. When I took her, she screamed, which caused me to stop and start to pull out.
“Don’t you dare! You finish it!” she ordered.
I let her get used to my rod and waited until she started to move. I tried to be as gentle as possible. If I thought her velvet tunnel was tight, her backside was unbelievable. What I couldn’t believe was she was getting off on it. I basically held still as she rocked back and forth to get me all the way in. When she had finally taken it all, she stopped.
“Do me,” she demanded.
I grabbed her hips and did just that. Normally I can go for a long time after I’ve climaxed twice. Not tonight. The visual was enough to put me into erotic overload. I was gentleman enough to wait until she finally found her release, but it was a close thing, I can tell you.
I lay there and tried to make sense out of what just happened. Lisa had taken me around the sexual world tonight, and it was even better than I could have ever imagined. Lisa got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When she came out, it looked like she’d been crying. I sat up.