Lisa and Friend - Part 9 (Patreon)

Ten minutes later, Bobby has made his choice, opting to carry on with the redhead. The blonde, leader-of-the-clique hottie may be the go-to choice of most men, but...yeah, the self-styled surfer dude is far from being 'most men'. Ginger, on her hands and knees with what is decidedly the largest display of manhood she's ever seen (much less taken), pounding her from behind, is far from complaining about Bobby's decision. Lisa, now the fifth wheel of the initial trio, resigns herself to making a choice:

The lengthy, skinny one who is all brash attitude and smart-ass remarks -or- the girthy, rotund one with the boyish naivety?

On her hands and knees as well, fondling and kissing Ginger as she delightfully grunts and groans as Bobby's anatomical oddity pistons into her, the two onlookers make the decision for her. A pair of hands grabs her by the hips, pulling her backwards. Lisa's already sopping labia parted by an enormous head. Turning her head, a tendril of drool suspended between the two women's lips, Lisa is fully expecting to see the more dominant of the pair. But no, much to her surprise, it's PJ...his eyes squinted and body trembling as he pushes into the blonde.

Lisa bites hard into her lower lip, dimpled cheekbone raised into an almost impossible smile, her eyelids fluttering as the widest portion of PJ's girth presses her curtains flat. Pushing past, the unlikely pairing both let out a simultaneous, quivering moan when the remainder of PJ's entirety slips inside her. The blonde can't help but clinch around his girth with an audible bark of delight, the young man bottoming against her cervix.

Her eyelids still quivering, Lisa smiles up at the shivering hound as he pauses in place, his fingers gripped tightly around her hipbones. Granted, she's had him before...in what seems like forever ago, during their all-night get-together at the end of spring break...but this time something is different. She can't quite put her finger on...there's just something weirdly appealing about the husky boy's innocent persona that turns her on to no end.

His rotund belly resting atop the blonde's derriere, PJ's eyes flicker open, half expecting to see an angry-looking Lisa glaring back at him. Much to his amazement, however, here she is...eagerly smiling at him, with a decidedly come-fuck-me look in her eyes. Well, that is, until Lisa hears Max, clearing his throat to get her attention.

Whirling her head, Lisa is met with the extent of Max's virility, the skinny hound's massive head touching the tip of her nose. The blonde rolls her eyes as she lets out a sigh of annoyance, then looks up, making certain that he sees her look of aversion. Reaching up and grasping his shaft, she has no one to blame but herself...and resigns herself to hopefully only toying with Max's manhood while her man of the hour pounds her from behind.

Twirling her tongue 'round the tip of Max's column, the queen bee rolls her hips in circles. PJ, still firmly planted deep inside her, lets the beauty work him...gyrating, gripping and relaxing, grinding against the base of his staff. Slowly at first, he withdraws and plunges a few inches...again and again, softly bottoming out inside the hourglass blonde. Lisa growls with delight, seemingly oblivious to the shaft she's now vigorously stoking...and in doing so, provoking the wrong hound.

Before she's had so much as a second to protest, Max grabs two fistfuls of golden hair and thrusts himself into Lisa's mouth. Straight to her uvula, she sputters and spits, trying (and mostly failing) not to let the excited canine trigger her pharyngeal reflex. Hips pumping, driving into her, Max is soon well past Lisa's soft palate, the majority of his length well down her throat. Lisa moans and groans, reaching up to grasp the base of Max's column with both hands...a vain attempt at preventing him from shoving -all- of his massive member down her gullet.

Pumping wildly, tendrils of drool pendulum from Lisa's chin, Max is completely unaware that he's got an audience. Bobby stops, mid-thrust, both he and a flush-faced Ginger exchanging mystified glances. Even PJ pauses, scrunching his nose in bewilderment at his oblivious best friend. Red-faced and cross-eyed, Lisa can do little as Max shiver-thrusts into her, gulking down (most of) what seems like a liter of his salty leavings. Come bubbles at her nose, her face streaked with mascara runs, tentacles of pearlescent seed running down her neck and dangling from her chin...Lisa takes in a haggard, wet-sounding inhale when Max finally withdraws.

Bobby: Bro.

Ginger: Mon dieu!

Max: Dude. Really?

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Original Art by Hackman23

Commissioned by Phillipthe2