...e that pair of teenage tits and pump his shaft into that tight ass. She was just so doable. He loved her voice, and had heard every inflection of it, except the moans and cries associated with foreplay, fondling, and sex. Bath nights were particularly intense; he wished he could just rush into that shower and start playing with her body; she was so close, and absolutely vulnerable.
Masturbation was perhaps more intense for Bart than some of the Springfield boys; the main object of his thought was in the room right next to him. He’d had enough experience that he didn’t need quite the explicit visual aids that Lisa used; his traditional fist over cock routine worked just fine as he hip trusted upwards into an illusionary pussy. Despite his frequency, he would drag on the jerking long enough to ensure a pretty full orgasm. In fact, the cum that jetted from his cock could almost reach the girl he wanted to spray all over.
Of course, Lisa didn’t become a total obsession; he’d allow visions of Sherri, Terri, Allison, etc, into his mind, sometimes at the same time, with fingers and pussies grinding each other in a hot orgy. But more often than not, when he reached that final point, he could only see Lisa’s inviting mouth and erect nipples begging for cum, and could almost hear his little sister cry out in pleasure as he spilled loads of white fluid onto her lips and chin, watc...