Ribald Writer - Tales of Lustville Book Two

“What’s this, Tim?” she said, bringing her free hand up under her breast, cupping it, and squeezing it with her fingers.

“That’s you br… titty. That’s your titty ma’am.”

“Not bad, Tim. A little backsliding, but not bad.” she said. She slid her fingers around her nipple, making it stand up stiffly. “And what’s this Tim?”

“Yo… your nipple.”

“And what do you do with my nipples, Tim?” she asked him softly, her hand just barely touching the swollen head of his cock through his pants, then moving away.

“I… I k… kiss them.”

“And?”

Her thumb moved up and swished lightly across his cockhead, pressing more firmly as she moved it back and forth.

“Tim? I’m waiting. What else do you do with my nipple?”

His cockhead was throbbing under her thumb, and she moved it away, looking at him calmly.

His face was bright red, and he was breathing very hard. Lois was pretty sure he was going to cum in his pants any second, and she didn’t care. She knew she could get him hard again easily, and she needed to get him passed this resistance she felt him putting up.

Getting up on her knees, she held her nipple right in front of his face.

“I asked you a question, Tim! Are you going to answer me?”

“Ye… yes ma… yes maam!” he sputtered, looking up at her. “I su… suck on it.”

“Don’t you want to suck on my nipple now, Tim? I thought you liked it. The way you were licking and sucking on them yesterday, I didn’t think you’d ever get enough. Tell me what’s wrong Tim. What’s bothering you?”

He looked at her nipple, then his eyes flicked up to meet hers, and stayed there. He was pleading with her with his eyes, but she couldn’t show him any mercy now. Not when she was this close.

Sitting back down on her heels, she laid her hand on his cock again, squeezing it gently with her fingers. She started stroking the head of his cock with her thumb again, using soft sweeping strokes. She looked at him steadily as she worked her hand gently over his cockshaft.

He started to whimper softly, and tears started to leak from the corners of his eyes, but he never took his eyes off hers. She knew that she only had a couple more barriers to break down, and his lust would come rushing to the surface like the goo from a zit. That’s how she pictured it. She was popping an emotional pimple. It was hurting him now, but he’d feel better for it later.

Tom had been so easy! He had taken what she had offered him like she was a new prophet, handing him words of wisdom from on high. Why was Tim fighting her like this she wondered. He had been receptive when they were fucking yesterday, but now he was resisting her. She doubted that it was because they were alone, they had done her singly several times each. And she knew it wasn’t because they had double fucked her. He had taken an enthusiastic part in that.

“Didn’t you like what we did yesterday, Tim? Are you having second thoughts? That’s it, isn’t it?”

She squeezed his cock gently, feeling it jerk under her fingers. She started running her hand up and down over the length of his cock, her fingers massaging the thick vein on the underside, the palm caressing the bloated shaft. Her thumb kept up its steady sweeping motions, pressing harder, then softer, never letting him get used to one sensation.

He tried to speak, but couldn’t make the words come out. He was whimpering louder now, and his chin had quivering.

“Oh Timmy,” she said softly, giving him a little something for himself. “You know why I’m doing this to you, don’t you?”

He shook his head slowly, tears running freely from his eyes now, but he still looked her right in the eye.

“I’m trying to help you become a man, Timmy. I know it hurts! I know it feels wrong! But it’s not Timmy!”

A ragged sob burst from his throat and he buried his face in her chest, wrapping his arms around her as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Lois felt his cock pulse and throb powerfully under her hand, and suddenly, she felt a moist heat under her fingers. She looked down, and saw large wet spot growing on the front of his pants.

She squeezed his cock steadily, tightening her fingers around it, milking his load out for him. She held his head to her breast gently, whispering in his ear as she rocked him back and forth.

“That’s my good boy, Tim. That’s right, let it out. Oooooohhhh, I’m so proud of you!”

She hugged him tight to her breasts, letting him cry himself out as she rocked him back and forth slowly. She had gotten him thru a major barrier, now she just had to make she he didn’t build it back up again.

Tom stopped as he entered Lois’s bedroom, his eyes bugging out when he saw the vision of beauty stretched out on the bed.

Tracy was laying back on a pile of pillows wearing a black push-up bra that squeezed her fluffy tits together, making them look even bigger than they were. There was a narrow black garterbelt around her waist, the suspenders holding up black stockings with red piping at the top that matched the trim on her bra and garterbelt.

Her legs were spread slightly, but when she saw him come into the room, she gave him her best come hither smile and spread her legs a little wider, giving him a clear view of her hairless pussy mound, with the little landing strip perched above it.

“Hi there,” she said warmly. “Is one of those for me?”

Tom looked down at the glasses in his hands, then back up at her. He just looked at her.

“Let’s play a game. I’m going to ask you if one of those is for me, and you’re going to say yes. Okay?”

He looked down at the glasses again, then back up at her.

“A… are yo… you my sur… surprise?” he finally managed to say. He took a step forward, then stopped.

“Very good!” she said, clapping her hands. “You can walk and talk at the same time! Now kick the door shut, and do that thing with your feet again.”

Tom dropped his head and blushed, but he was smiling now. He pushed the door closed with his elbow, and walked slowly across the room, watching as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She was watching him coolly as he came closer.

She held her hand out, and he gave her one of the glasses. She took a big sip, still looking up at him.

“How many of these have you had so far today?” she asked, holding her glass up.

“T… two.” he said, his eyes roaming over her body.

Taking another drink, she sat the glass on the nightstand, and leaned back on her hands. Her tits swelled up under her bra, and she spread her legs a little more, giving him just a peek of her pussy mound.

“I’m Tracy. What’s your name?” She held up her finger as he opened his mouth. “Don’t stutter.”

“Tom, my name’s Tom.”

“Very good, Tom. Now, let me guess, you drank one real fast when you got here, because you liked the way it made you feel yesterday.” It was a statement, not a question.

She paused, and when he nodded, she continued. “Then Lois made you chug another one before she sent you in here.”

He nodded again.

“Take another sip. About this much.” she held her fingers an inch or so apart.

He sipped at the glass, and when he brought it away from his mouth, she pointed at the nightstand. He sat the glass down, and took a step toward her, then stopped.

“Come on, don’t stop there.” she sat back up on the side of the bed, holding her hand out to him.

He moved closer, taking her hand. She pulled him the rest of the way over, more as a gesture, because he was moving on his own now. When he was close enough, she reached up and started to open the top button of his shirt, then stopped.