Lisa the Game Player (Part #2)

In this sequel, Lisa invites Andrea, an eighth-grade friend, to play a game and watch her have sex with her tutor. Andrea surprises him by wanting a romp, too!

Introduction

This is a continuation of an earlier story titled “Lisa the Game Player”. In it, the title character is Lisa Cashman. She is 14years old. A rather nondescript little girl, Lisa often visits her tutor on his off nights to play his large collection of old-style board games with him. One night Lisa confesses to him that she enjoys watching porn movies from a website she accesses by using her father’s password. Lisa convinces her tutor to teach her things about sex she doesn’t understand from the videos she’s recently watched. For an added level of fun, their game-playing determines who gets to select the evening’s sexual activity.

Part One

After our first sexual encounter (which consisted of my sucking on, fondling, and fucking Lisa’s perky 14-year-old breasts until I strongly climaxed), Lisa continued to make visits as often as possible to my house, a mere two-minute walk away from hers. Games followed by passionate sex became the norm. In fact, Lisa affectionately began to call me her “sex buddy”. We always played at least one board game before getting down to carnal pleasures, but it was a useful ruse just so Lisa could honestly say game-playing was the reason for her being at my house for hours at a time if anyone ever asked. No one did.

Lisa, her hormones raging, always insisted on full vaginal intercourse as part of the fun each time she won whatever game we played. Her lovely pussy was wonderfully snug—and I was always extra cautious not to deposit any cum inside her. (For some reason, I assumed Lisa was the fertile type, so I didn’t want to tempt fate with a nubile 14-year-old.) However, on the occasions when I won whatever game we had just played, I was a little more adventurous and imaginative than Lisa was. I liked to give her ancient history and social studies lessons with a sexual twist. Once, when I got to call the shots, we pretended that I was a polygamous Middle Eastern sheik and Lisa was part of my 20-wife harem. Another time Lisa acted as a recently captured slave girl while I was a Roman general who had my way with her. To her credit, Lisa got right into the role-playing fantasies. It truly enhanced our coitus—which was already terrific.

Of course, Lisa still visited once a week for help with her schoolwork. This caused confusion once when, in a moment of lust, I greeted her with a long, passionate kiss. I picked her up, a little bit roughly I must admit, plopped her down on the couch where I used my tremendous size advantage to pin her against a stack of pillows. I had just begun to lift her t-shirt from her torso when she gently reminded me, “Hey, this is our tutoring night—not one of our fucking sessions! I have a geography assignment I need to complete!” I checked the wall calendar and realized Lisa was absolutely correct. I then slapped my forehead and apologized profusely for my aggressive and boorish behavior. Completely understanding my error, Lisa sweetly said, “You know I can’t be angry with you!” Realizing I was very much aroused, Lisa pointed at the bulge in my trousers and said, “I’m here a few minutes early; let me take care of that for you.” She proceeded to lower my pants and briefs to my ankles. “I’ll give you a quick hand job before we start my homework.” Quick it was. Lisa was all business. I don’t think I lasted two minutes before I launched a messy rope of jism into some paper towels Lisa had found nearby. “Okay,” she said, “that’s done. Now I need to plot this list of major rivers onto this map of Canada.” What a girl!

One night after Lisa beat me at Othello, her love-making instructions to me were very basic. “Nothing fancy tonight, sex buddy,” she ordered. “Just give me the fuck of my life doggy-style.” I did my best to comply. Lisa had a noisy orgasm and she seemed wholly satisfied with the sizable cum shot I deposited on her back. Her impromptu sex lessons for purely educational purposes were certainly coming along splendidly! As she was cleaning herself up with one of the towels and damp washcloths I had prepared for the inevitable outcomes of our lovemaking, Lisa bluntly asked me, “Hey, sex buddy, how long has it been since we began screwing?”

I replied, “Lisa, if memory serves me correctly, our first romp was three weeks ago tonight. Boy did I give you a great cum shot that night! Remember? In total, I think you’ve been here about 10 times for sex. Hey, it beats dividing fractions and parsing sentences, doesn’t it?” I joked. “Why did you ask?”

“Well,” Lisa began, “my best friend at school, Andrea Watson, doesn’t believe I have a 40-year-old man as my sex partner. She thinks I’m making it all up to sound like a sex maniac! I want to tell her the exact date we began fucking.”

I became alarmed at the news that Lisa wasn’t keeping our trysts a secret. “Whoa! Lisa, honey, what we do to conclude our game-playing should not be discussed so freely. Honestly, you shouldn’t be saying anything about it to anybody. If word gets out to the wrong people, I can get into big trouble for having sex with a minor.”
“Yeah, I know,” Lisa admitted. “It doesn’t seem fair to me, though. I enjoy what we do. I mean I really like what we do, sex buddy! It’s great! Why should you get in trouble for something I want you to do with me? It’s not like you’re forcing yourself on me. I bet if I let Rodney Sims from my class put his big dick inside me, the police wouldn’t care. Nobody would care!”

“You’re probably right, Lisa,” I agreed. “But the law is the law. Please just keep our private lovemaking as quiet as possible, okay?”

“Only Andrea knows—and she doesn’t believe me,” Lisa stated angrily. “It bothers me! She thinks I’m a liar!” After a pause of a few seconds, Lisa asked, “Hey, sex buddy, can I bring Andrea here next Saturday to show her what we like to do together after playing games?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “What would we do? Play a round of Parcheesi and then put on a sex show for her?”

“Well, yeah,” Lisa said in her typical straightforward manner. “It can be any of your board games. It doesn’t have to be Parcheesi.”

That was one of Lisa’s endearing traits that made me start to love this girl. She would make some goofy, off-the-cuff comment that was comedic gold and not realize it at all. “Lisa, Andrea’s right, you know: You are a sex maniac,” I noted, “a thoroughly wild, 14-year-old sex maniac.”

“By the way, my brother's birthday is a week from Thursday,” Lisa interjected, as if that had any real relevance to the discussion. “You are invited to come over for birthday cake that night. We can’t fuck at my house, though.”

I was about to say something, but then I just started to laugh at Lisa’s last comment. “Aw, really,” I quipped, “I had planned on singing ‘Happy Birthday to You to your brother’ and then fucking your brains out on the kitchen floor right in front of him and your parents.”

“My grandparents will probably be there, too,” Lisa added. “They always come to visit me and my brother when we have our birthdays to bring a gift.”

Our serious talk was starting to sound like the dialogue from an episode of Three’s Company, so I tried to retake control of the conversation. This was always a challenge in any discussion with this 14-year-old chatterbox. “I think we’re getting way off topic, Lisa. Where were we again?”

“Next Saturday I want Andrea Watson to be here so she can see us fucking,” Lisa reminded me, “just to prove to her that I’m not a liar.”

I tired of arguing with her. “Okay, Lisa, since you so desperately want to put on a show for your classmate, I'll consent to it. You’re free to bring Andrea Watson here next Saturday, if you really want to do that. I’ll dig out a board game that three people can play. When the game ends, Andrea can pull up a chair and watch our fabulous, live sex show.”

“Yay!” declared Lisa excitedly.

Then something Lisa had said a few minutes before came back to me. “By the way, how do you know your classmate, Rodney Sims, has a big dick?
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Lisa shrugged her shoulders and gave me one of her straightforward but funny replies: “He told me so. He's constantly telling all the girls in our school that he has a big dick. He’s proud of it, I guess.”

Part Two

On Saturday night, Lisa indeed showed up at my door with a girl I had never seen before. “Andrea Watson, I presume?” I said politely.

“Yep,” Lisa said. “This is Andrea.” The newcomer said hello and shook my hand, an overly formal greeting which I wasn’t expecting from a girl her age. She wore glasses with pink frames. Andrea had straight, jet-black hair that she wore in a ponytail. She was about four inches taller than Lisa and did not seem to have an ounce of fat on her slender body, unlike my slightly plump, lovely fuck buddy. Andrea was a little bit on the nerdy side, but she was undeniably pretty. Lisa had Andrea clearly beaten in the chest department, though. (No matter their age, I am always drawn to girls’ breasts. In other words, I’m a normal male.) I couldn’t help but notice that underneath her loose-fitting dark blue top, Andrea had almost no tits at all—only slight evidence of very small breast buds.

I made some small talk to get to know this visitor to my home. “So, Andrea, you are in Lisa’s class at school, I understand. That must make you 13 or 14 years old, right?”

“I turned 14 a month ago,” she informed me.

I thought to myself, “Late developer, poor thing. But, hey, some guys are turned on by flat-chested girls.”

Lisa asked me, “What game did you select for us to play tonight?”

I replied, “Well, a lot of these games aren’t designed for three people. After due consideration, I figure Trouble is our best choice. Do you know this game, Andrea?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve played it often when I've visited my cousins. They have it, too,” Andrea confirmed.

Not a bit shy about the nature of our relationship, Lisa explained to her friend that she visits me at my house at least a couple of times a week to play games and afterwards “we fuck till we drop.” I laughed at her choice of words, but I understood Lisa wanted to prove to Andrea that she was no liar about our ongoing sexual arrangement. Lisa further explained to Andrea that whoever won the game got to be “the boss about sex for the night.” She added, “My sex buddy here is a lot of fun. When we fuck, he often likes to pretend he’s a general, an emperor, a sheik, or a millionaire playboy. However, when I get to choose what we do, I just prefer getting straight to business.”

I gave Lisa a look of disapproval that she knew was insincere. “Thanks for sharing the intimate details of our sex life, Lisa. I’m sure Andrea found it all very enlightening.” Both girls giggled at my remark.

Then something occurred to Lisa that she hadn’t thought of before. “Hey, what happens if Andrea wins the Trouble game tonight?”

Without missing a beat, I helpfully suggested a possible outcome. “Well, I can always fuck her until we drop.” My comment put a bit of a scowl on Lisa’s face. I expected Andrea to have a similar one. Instead, she had a bit of a grin that showcased a smile that had a sexy and mischievous aspect to it. It was a reaction that I absolutely was not expecting from a girl I had only met a few minutes previously.

“Well, we can’t have that!” Lisa joked. “I’ve never wanted to win a game more than I do right now!” At least I think it was a joke. Fortune was on Lisa’s side. She indeed won the game rather handily.

Lisa said, “Yay! I’m the winner!” Without wasting a moment, she pointed to Andrea and gave her an order to follow. “You can just sit in that chair and watch while I have fun on the couch with my lovable sex buddy.” Andrea then made a point of showing off her encyclopedic knowledge of sexual terms. “Let’s do a reverse cowgirl. That way Andrea gets a good look at everything.”

Normally I like to prolong sex with lots of foreplay, but I correctly sensed Lisa wanted to get straight to intercourse by skipping the preliminaries. We both disrobed in record time for us. I found having a 14-year-old female spectator watching me ravage her friend’s pussy to be extremely erotic! Lisa noticed it, too. “Ooh, your dick got very hard very quickly tonight, sex buddy. Let’s get at it!” I sat on the couch with my hard penis throbbing and pointing skyward. Lisa put her back towards me, climbed aboard my shaft, and started gleefully bouncing on my dick.

“See, Andrea!” she shouted at her friend. “I told you so! You didn’t believe me, did you? Seeing is believing, so you have to believe me now! We do this all the time! Two or three times a week! It’s really great! He’s 40 years old and he has a really nice dick…and I’m just 14! Watch me make him come.”

If Andrea made any sort of reply, I didn’t hear it. I was too caught up in the hot sex with Lisa to be aware of anyone or anything else in the room. Lisa mentioning our notable age difference was somehow an added turn-on for me. It was something akin to a forbidden fruit. We hadn’t been at it for more than two or three minutes when I felt I was soon approaching the point of no return.

“Let me pull out, Lisa,” I warned her. “I’m going to blow my load any second!” It was the closest call we’d had in our love-making history to an accidental cream pie. My dick was freed from the confines of Lisa’s pussy only a second or two before I had a massive orgasm. Gobs of my hot goo shot straight into the air. Some of it landed between Lisa’s firm, perky tits. One drop had struck her on her left cheek.

When I regained my thoughts, I said, “Geez, Lisa that was a close call! What a geyser! I haven’t come this hard since my first time with you. Maybe this time I came harder than I did when we fucked the first time!”

Lisa was playing with a few strands of jism that had come to rest beside her navel. “Ah, yes,” she recalled, “That was the night of the titty-fuck!”

I just laughed and said, “Yeah, it was very historic. Just look up ‘Night of the Titty-Fuck’ in the index of any decent history book. You’ll see it listed there.”

Lisa turned her attention back to Andrea for a moment. “My sex buddy has a weird sense of humor—but I love him.” She gave me a tender kiss on the lips. The drop of cum that was once resting on her cheek was now on mine. Lisa saw it, wiped it away with her finger. She swallowed it with absolute delight, making sure Andrea had seen exactly what she had done. It was the perfect denouement to our sexual climax that night.

Lisa remained on my lap. I gently caressed her body, planting affectionate kisses here, there and everywhere. I had almost forgotten about Andrea being in the room until I heard her ask, “Is it my turn soon?”

“What was that?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah…” Lisa said somewhat embarrassingly. “When Andrea told me she didn’t believe I had a grown-up sex buddy, I doubled down and told her that if she came to watch us tonight, she could have a fuck with you once we were done. I’m sorry, sex buddy. I really should have mentioned it earlier. What do you say? Are you okay with that?”

“Lisa, you never cease to amaze me,” was the first sentence that came out of my mouth. I then thought about it—but not for too long.

I said to Andrea, “As you saw, I just had a huge orgasm. When you get to be the ripe old age of 40, it typically takes a while for a male to—how should I put it?—reload his pistol. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, though. We can do all sorts of foreplay in the meantime. Is that alright with you, Andrea?”

Lisa had to act as an interpreter for her sexually inexperienced classmate. “He means you can kiss, hug, fondle each other, lick each other’s body parts, or whatever, before actually fucking for real because his dick needs to recuperate. You'll like it. It’s romantic and fun.”

“Well said, Lisa,” I told her with a smile. “I think you know absolutely everything about sex now—and after just one month of fucking with me!”

While Lisa girlishly giggled at what I had said, Andrea nodded her head rapidly to answer my question. “Yeah, I’ll do that. I’ve never done sex before, but it sure looks like fun to me.”

“Let me take a quick shower to clean up a bit from Lisa’s charms,” I told Andrea. “Then it will be your turn.” Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. “Hey…why don’t we have a shower together?”

“Is that part of foreplay too?” Andrea asked me eagerly.

“It certainly can be,” I confirmed. “It will be tonight. I need a long time to reload my pistol.”

Lisa reentered the conversation. “How come we’ve never showered together, sex buddy?”

“Good question!” I responded. “I wish I had a good answer. I guess I never thought of It. Next time I win a game, that will be my sex choice: The Roman general takes his young slave girl into the shower.”

“Did the Romans have showers?” Lisa kiddingly asked me.

“Well, ancient Rome had an elaborate series of aqueducts and water pipes,” I said, clearly reverting to tutor mode. “They had bathing and washing areas that were open to the public. I suspect sometime, somewhere a Roman general took a sexy little slave girl to one of them and had a good time.”

Lisa saw that her friend had completely disrobed without me noticing. She said, “The rest of the history lesson can wait. Andrea is standing behind you completely naked.”

I turned and saw this beautiful, slender, flat-chested sweetheart standing a few feet away from me with a wonderful, naughty grin on her face. She had removed her glasses and taken the elastic from her ponytail, allowing her shiny black tresses to fall freely beneath her shoulders in a highly sexual way. I was on my way to being swiftly rejuvenated for my second sexual romp of the night. I took Andrea by the hand and led her where we needed to be. “Let’s go to the bathroom and have our shower! You are welcome to watch us, Lisa!”

“Of course I’ll watch. It only seems fair,” she responded. "Besides, I don't want to miss anything!"

Under the caressing drops falling from the warm shower head, I happily—and lustfully--explored the virginal body of Miss Andrea Watson, age 14. I was surprised to discover that her barely-there breast buds were a major turn-on for me. I had always been a tit man, but the delights that came with caressing a flat-chested girl’s small assets were quite fun indeed. I fondled her desirable little titties and sucked on them with great gusto. Andrea showed her approval with soft sighs and moans. When I bent down below her waist to lick her almost hairless pussy, Andrea squealed, “Wow, wow, wow! That feels really good!” Since I always aim to please, I kept licking away until this sexy girl experienced an orgasm—the first of her young life, she told me.

“Are we done?’ she asked. “I hope not.”

I replied, “I think our shower is done. Now I’m going to fuck that lovely pussy of yours.”

I had forgotten that Lisa had been in the bathroom the entire time spectating. “Be prepared for a bit of heaven,” she informed Andrea. “He has a really nice dick, and he knows what to do with it.”

“Why, thank you very much, Lisa,” I said sincerely. Lisa had never complimented me on my sexual prowess before. I never thought of myself as especially skilled in the lovemaking department. I just followed my most basic male urges when it came to sexuality. I hadn’t considered my personal fucking method as much more than inserting and thrusting vigorously. Apparently, it was heaven on Earth to Lisa, though. I was pleased to learn that.

I grabbed two large, fluffy white towels from a rack and handed one to Andrea. We dried each other off. I made a point of slowly and sensually rubbing the towel across Andrea’s vaginal area. She responded by doing the same to my penis which was now at full erection. “My pistol is reloaded!” I informed both girls.

“Yeah, I can see that quite clearly,” Lisa affirmed while Adrea grinned.

I asked Andrea, a total newcomer to intercourse, how she wanted to be fucked. Having no clue about such things, she replied, “Gee, I honestly don’t know. I guess you can do to me what you did with Lisa.”

“Your wish is my command, Andrea, honey.” I sat on the couch and said, “Climb aboard, young cowgirl!”

Andrea’s virgin pussy was a treat, of course. Luckily, since this was round two for me that night, there was no way I was going to come so quickly a second time, no matter how tight her fun box was or how turned on I was getting by ramming my stiff dick into it. I gently placed my hands on both sides of Andrea’s waist and guided her up and down the hard shaft of my fully erect penis. Occasionally, I’d move my hands up her torso to play with her tiny but hard nipples. (I was becoming quite fond of them!) As the sex continued, the thrusting motions got harder and more passionate. I felt Andrea reach orgasm for a second time that night. That put me over the top, too. As with Lisa, I pulled out just seconds before my dick spurted a load of love juice. It didn’t have the firepower or the volume of cum it had about an hour earlier, but I doubt if Andrea even noticed, much less cared. She was amused when she saw a little pool of cum had formed between her navel and her pussy.

Lisa had followed us from the shower to the game area to continue her spectating. She said, “Ooh, that was really sexy, you two. Andrea, why don’t you put some of his cum into your mouth? I do it all the time. It’s fun.” Andrea followed Lisa’s suggestion, but she didn’t care for the taste—and Lisa disapproved.

“You don’t know what you are missing, Andrea, girl.” Lisa stated. Then she moved toward her classmate who was contentedly lounging sexily on my lap. With her right hand, Lisa took her middle and index finger and scooped up a large portion of cum from Andrea’s sweaty body. She quickly put it in her mouth and swallowed it. “I hate to see this marvelous stuff go to waste,” she unabashedly said.

I was dumbfounded for a moment. Andrea was speechless, too. Finally, I broke the awkward silence. “Okay, next Saturday let’s all play Trouble again. Regardless of who wins, the end result will be a shower for three!”