...ngly. Pump with all your might.”
Encouraged by his friend’s words, Milhouse picked up the pace. He grabbed Bart’s legs and pumped in and out faster and stronger each time. The blue haired boy had forgotten about Lisa who had taken a step back from Bart’s cock. He bent to meet his best friend’s lips with his own.
Bart willingly opened his mouth, letting their lips join in a tender kiss. They both knew this was how it was supposed to be done, but had to improvise from there, moving their lips, rubbing them together in a clumsy manner. Daring, Bart extended his tongue and gave his friend’s own a taste. It felt right, and Milhouse let his own out as well, dancing with his friend’s. He still had one hand lifting one of Bart’s legs, the other stabilizing him, but he still lost balance and their chests collided.
The kiss broke, and for a moment, the air was still. Then, Bart was chuckled softly, grabbed his friend’s head and replaced his lips on his own. Their tongues touched one another for a fleeting moment before Bat broke the kiss again, moving his head to whisper in Milhouse’s ear: “Now you better get those hips in motion before I lose interest.”
The blue haired boy didn’t need more encouragement. He lifted his body once more, passing his young hand on Bart’s yellow stomach, and thrust once more into him, making Ba...