Ribald Writer - Tales of Lustville Book Two

“Are you sure? If you’re wro… ”

“I’m not.” She said, walking over and picking up the pitcher out of the drain board. She brought it over to the table, and looked at Lois. “Make your punch. I think this might be an interesting afternoon. Either that, or we get drunk, and she kicks our asses.”

Lois peeked around the corner into the living room. Susan was sitting quietly on the couch, flipping through a magazine.

“She looks like she could do it too.” Lois said, then opened a cabinet and started pulling out bottles, handing them to Tracy. “I sure hope you’re right.”

“Relax, we don’t know anything. Let’s see what she wants, then go from there.”

“Okay… ”

She made the margaritas quickly, tasting it several times as she added ingredients. Tracy took a taste, then picked up the tequila bottle, and emptied it into the pitcher. She gave it stir, then tasted it again, nodding.

“Good, you can really taste the tequila. Get some chips or something, and let’s get back in there.”

“There’s crackers, top shelf in that cabinet. Get them while I get some cheese or something.” Lois said as she went over to the fridge.

The girls walked back into the living room a few minutes later, Lois carrying the pitcher, Tracy following, with a tray of crackers and cheeses, and three glasses.

“Here we are, Susan.” Lois said lightly. “I’m sorry it took so long. I decided to bring some snacks too.” She poured Susan a glass of punch, then poured one for herself and Tracy before she sat the pitcher down. “Do you mind if Tracy stays, Susan? Or did you want to speak to me privately.”

“Oh no. May I call you Tracy, dear?” she asked, glancing over at her, then continued when Tracy smiled and nodded. “It would be lovely if Tracy stayed with us.” She paused, looking back at Lois. “No dear, this is purely a social call. Is there something I should be concerned about?”

Susan took a sip of her punch, surprising Tracy when she didn’t react at all to the strong taste of the tequila. She took another big drink, then another. Emptying her glass, she smiled at Lois.

“No, not that I can think of.” Lois said casually. “It’s just that you’ve never visited me before, and… ”

“May, I?” Susan interrupted, reaching for the pitcher. “It’s been so long since I’ve had tequila. And I have to admit, I have missed it.”

Lois looked at Tracy, then back at Susan.

“Excuse me?”

“The tequila. Is that the secret ingredient in your special punch?” she smiled comfortably as she filled her glass, and sat back on the couch. “Tell me, did you make them this strong for Timmy and Tommy? And please girls, drink up! You’re not going to make me sit here and get drunk by myself are you?”

“What do you want, Susan?” Lois asked, looking at her closely.

“Want? I want you to take a drink of your margarita, Lois. I’d like us to have a nice buzz on before you tell me what’s been happening over here with my boys.” She paused, leaning forward. “But one thing I’d like to know now if you’ll tell me. How were they? Were they any good?”

“H… how did you know?”

Susan laughed and took a long sip of her drink. “You sent them home drunk the first time they visited you. And Tommy was positively glowing yesterday when he said they were coming back here again for more bible study. It was pretty obvious.”

Lois started to say something, but Susan cut her off.

“I’ve been waiting for one of the local housewives to break them in. It was only a matter of time, the way the women are around here.” she paused, giving Lois an admiring glance. “I never expected anyone to take them on together. Bravo, dear. Bravo!”

“Why didn’t you do it yourself?” Tracy asked quietly.

“Oh, I couldn’t do… ”

“Why not? We did.” Tracy told her, standing up and going over to sit on the other side of her. “Lois’s son Phil is the best fuck I’ve had. My Kyle has a nice big dick, but he… Well, what do you think Lois?”

“I love my Phil, and he’s got that big beautiful dick,” she giggled, “I seem to just, I don’t know, click with Kyle! We seem to bring something out in each other!”

Tracy took Susan’s glass from her, smiling at the stunned woman. Reaching up, she ran the back of her fingers across her cheek. Susan closed her eyes, sighing softly.

“You came over here to get fucked, didn’t you Susan? Don’t deny it, I saw it as soon as I saw you scoping out Lois at the door.”

“B… but I thought… ” Lois sputtered.

“It’s all just an act. She’s been playing some kind of game, or role, all this time.” she said to Lois. She looked back at Susan, cupping her fingers under her chin and drawing her closer. “I don’t believe you wanted to live like that all that time. Maybe you’ve been punishing yourself for something? Something in your past?”

Susan nodded. Her face was less then an inch from Tracy’s. She licked her lips as she stared unflinchingly into her eyes.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me, Susan? Or are you waiting for me to kiss you?” Tracy asked softly. “That’s it isn’t it? You need me to initiate it, or you need permission. Ask me, Susan. Ask me to kiss you.”

“Please!” Susan gasped, then sighed happily as Tracy lips pressed to hers. Opening her mouth, she slithered her tongue into Tracy’s mouth, kissing her hungrily. The kiss only lasted a moment, then Susan pulled away.

“Thank you,” she said, looking at Tracy, then glancing at Lois. She picked up her glass and took a sip, then another, and sat it back on the table.

“But, why all the pretense and show?” Lois asked. “I’m sorry for being slow, but I don’t understand.”

Susan nodded. “I can see how you’d be confused. And I’ll tell you all about it later.” She looked at back and forth between them. “I will tell you, I made a promise to the boy’s father, just before he died. That was when the boys were still very young, not quite seven.”

“What was the promise, Susan?” Tracy asked. “Can you tell us?”

“That I would be chaste and pure until the boys were grown. And that I’d raise them to be good, honest men. I’ve fulfilled that promise. It was easier to do that with the mask of religion. Men rarely approach me like they used too.” She looked at Tracy with a pleading look in her eyes. “But now it’s time to live for me again. Oh please, it’s been so long since… ”

“Stand up Susan,” Tracy said.

Susan stood up quickly, turning to face Tracy, knowing what was coming.

“Lift your skirt. Slowly… take your time.” Tracy said, leaning back on the couch. “Wait. Lois, help me move the coffee table out. Let’s give Susan some room.”

They got up, and pulled the coffee table out several feet. Susan waited quietly, her hands folded in front of her.

Lois and Tracy got settled again, and Tracy nodded at Susan. “Continue, Susan. Lift up your skirt.”

Susan took two steps back, then grasped the material of her skirt in her fingers, and started pulling it up slowly, showing her dimpled knees, then a smooth expanse of white skin as her thighs came into view. She gathered the material in her hands as the hem of her skirt crept higher and higher.

Tracy leaned over and whispered in Lois’s ear, her eyes never leaving Susan as she drew her skirt up over her legs. Lois gave Tracy a questioning look, but Tracy didn’t see it. Her attention was riveted on Susan.

“You asked what I thought of your boys, Susan.” Lois said as she watch her raise her skirt. “They were both cherry when I fucked them. They got drunk pretty fast, so I pretended to spill my drink on myself, and went and changed into my slutty librarian outfit. It was easy after that. I made them eat my pussy, then I sucked Tim’s cock while Tom ate me till I came. I fucked Tom first because he was handy, and sucked Tim off while I rode Tom’s cock.”