Lisa and Friend - Part 11 (Patreon)

Lisa: So, I... Fuck! So, I picked out someth... Grrrr! Something s-s-special for PJ.

Ginger watches as the blonde's shadow behind the dressing screen struggles to tug and pull at whatever she'd acquired for her newfound 'bo.

Ginger: Honestly, I don't know what you see in that dork.

Lisa sticks her head out from behind the screen, eyeing her red-haired bestie with a knowing, eyebrow-raised smirk.

Lisa: You know the reason.

Indeed, she does. Much like Bobby, her very own dork on the side, PJ too has a huge example of manhood, and he knows how to use it. That little something that all nerds seem to possess...the ability to turn any woman into a shivering, moaning pile of goo-covered Play-Doh. The ability to go all night and into the wee hours...and still have her begging for more come breakfast time.

Lisa doesn't so much step from behind the dressing screen, more of a waddle, wearing a black, latex, corset-syle body suit and matching thigh-high boots. To say that the garment is tight-fitting would be a mild understatement; her breasts literally spilling over its top. Lisa is a large-chested woman, but wearing this...the push-up effect nearly has the tops of her tan-lined jugs at collarbone level. Likewise, the tops of her thighs pooch out from the boots, giving a whole new meaning to the term 'thigh bulge'.

Lisa: Jesus! I can barely move in this thing!

Lisa attempts to walk across the room, straight-legged and stiff, looking much like one of the robots from that old Styx video from the early eighties. Ginger can't help but to try to hold back a laugh, her hand clamped against her mouth as she makes hissing noises into her palm. Eventually, the humorous sight is too much, and Ginger busts out into a full-on belly laugh at Lisa's expense.

Lisa: Ohh, har-dee-har-har. I... I can't friggin' bend my knees!

Ginger: (snickering) You... You can't bend your...

Ginger stares at her with an amused expression, then, as if on a cue, an imaginary light bulb appears overhead. Lisa watches, her eyes growing wide with alarm, as the redhead's bemused expression changes to one of pure, grinning, lecherous intent.

A short while later, PJ arrives at Lisa's dorm room and knocks on the door.

Ginger: Come... C'mon in!

PJ cocks his head with a puzzled expression. It may have been his imagination, but he could have sworn that Ginger's voice sounded muffled at first. Dismissing his puzzlement, he reached out and turned the doorknob, stepping through the threshold to find...

Lisa: H-h-hey, p-p-p... H'ohh my gawd! Hey, Pee-Jaaayy!

Standing, her back turned to him, PJ blinks at the sight before him. Without turning to look at him, she gives PJ a half-hearted and otherwise occupied wave with the tips of her fingers. Ginger, sans her clothes, is on her knees, her face buried in the blonde's crotch, her hands gripping Lisa's derriere. Ginger lets go for a second, giving him a similarly preoccupied wave...without removing her face from its sopping wet home.

Ginger: (muffled) Hey Peej.

PJ eyes the hourglass-shaded, latex-covered, and sweat-drenched goddess for a moment...and quickly comes to a conclusion.

PJ: Can... Can you actually move in that?

Lisa: N-n-not... Mmmm, right th-there. Not r-r-really.

Turning her head, she can only see the rotund hound in her peripheral vision...but she can most certainly hear the carnal-sounding change in his voice.

PJ: Oh, really?

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Original Art by Dimi Dot Furr

Commissioned and Colors by Phillipthe2