Ribald Writer - Tales of Lustville Book Two

“Can I take your shirt off, Tom?”

“Yes, please.” he said softly.

“You know I’m going to seduce you, don’t you, Tom? Lois sent us in here as a present for each other. What do you think of that? Answer both questions, Tom.”

Her fingers were working their way down the front of his shirt slowly. She stopped after the third one, and looked up at his face.

“Yes, I know you’re going to seduce me,” he said, a small smile on his lips. “And I like it.”

“Good,” she nodded, going back to opening the buttons on his shirt. “Do you know why she wants you to make love with me?”

He gasped softly, and she put her hand on his hip to steady him.

“Do you, Tom?” she ask again, looking up at him.

He shook his head.

“Words, Tom. Use your mouth, and talk. And say my name.”

“Be… because she wants us to have a good time together. Tracy.”

“Not bad, but say my name again.”

“Tracy. I think, she wants us to have good time together, Tracy.”

Her hands started working on his belt.

“I’m going to open your pants now, Tom. so I can get to the rest of the buttons on your shirt. Do you see how I keep using your name, Tom? I do that to help you relax.”

He nodded, but caught himself.

“I understand, Tracy. Thank you.” He paused, than added, “Are you nervous too, Tracy?”

“Yes, a little. Thank you for asking.”

She pushed his shirt open, then went back to working on his belt, She got the hasp undone, and pulled the belt free. She paused with her fingers poised to open his pants.

“You know how, in the movies, someone always says, ‘Relax, I’m not going to bite you’?”

“Yes, I’ve see… ” he gasped as she leaned forward and sank her teeth into the rippling muscles on his stomach. “Oh god, Tracy… ”

She pulled back, and started opening the clasp on his pants.

“I guess you figured out that I’m not going to say that.”

He laughed with her, then surprised her.

“Do it again, Tracy.”

She looked up at him, her fingers on the tab of his zipper.

“Where, Tom. Pick a spot, and show me where you want me to bite you.”

He pulled his shirt aside, bending his knees slightly, and turning his body toward her.

“Here.” he said, his fingers rubbing under his nipple.

“Good choice. Put your hand on the back of my head, Tom. Pull me to you.”

He brought his hand up, slipping his fingers through her hair. He played with her silky tresses for a moment, then drew her forward, meeting her halfway.

“Are you wearing underwear, Tom?” she asked just before her lips touched his nipple.

“No, I’m not. I usually don’t at school.”

Her lips closed around his nipple, and she used them to chew on it lightly. Her tongue swirled around it, and he moaned, pulling her harder against him. Her finger had his zipper half way down, and she stopped as his pants sagged around his hips.

“Bite it, Tracy. You’re suppose to be biting it.” he groaned.

She looked up at him. his eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily through his nose. His fingers tightened in her hair as he pressed his nipple harder against her mouth.

She took the tiny nugget between her teeth, biting on it gently. He jerked against her, and his other hand came up to rest on her shoulder. She realized that he was really enjoying what she was doing to him, so she sucked more of his tit into her mouth, and bit down a little harder.

He started to shake, and was pulling her head against him, so she kept biting down on the tender flesh of his tit bud. When she was afraid to bite any harder for fear of breaking skin, she pulled back, stretching his nipple away from his body. Shaking her head like a dog, she tugged it back and forth between her teeth.

She dropped one hand between his legs, sliding it slowly up his thigh till she felt his cock under her hand. She groaned into his nipple as she felt how hard it was. She forgot herself for a moment and bit down, forcing a long, loud moan from him. His cock throbbed powerfully under her fingers. She pulled her hand away quickly, not wanting to make him cum in his pants. She loosened her grip on his nipple at the same time.

Pulling back, she inspected his nipple, making sure she hadn’t bitten into it, then she looked up at Tom’s face.

He still had his eyes closed, and he was breathing heavily. He had relaxed his grip on her head, but still had his hand clamped to her shoulder tightly. She turned her head, leaning down to kiss him softly on the back of his hand. When she looked up at his face again, his eyes were open, and he was looking back at her.

“Someone’s done that to you before.” she said.

He just looked at her.

“Will you tell me who?”

He kept looking at her, so she looked back down and started opening his pant again.

“Tim. My brother, Tim.”

She stopped working on his zipper, and pulled back it up a little bit.

She nodded and looked up at him. “Okay.”

She kissed his stomach, running her tongue into his belly button, she stopped when he took her face between his hands and turned her face up toward him.

“Aren’t you going to ask me anything else?”

“Not about that. You’ll tell me when you want me to know.” She looked at him thoughtfully. “Let’s go back to my original question. But kick your shoes off first and get up on the bed with me.”

Pushing him away, she slid up onto the bed and stretched out. She patted a spot next to her. She watched as he kicked off his shoes, and started to open his pants.

“No, I want to do that. I like unwrapping my presents myself.” she said with a smile.

He pulled his shirt out of his pant, but left it on as he climbed up next to her.

She squirmed down a little so she could lay her head on his stomach, her hands folded under her chin.

“Tell me why Lois wants us to make love together. Besides having fun.”

He thought for a minute, then shook his head. “I don’t know.” he paused, then added, “Will you tell me?

“Honest is good. Keep that up, women like it. And yeah, I’ll give you my answer if you can’t think of it.” she kissed his tummy, then looked up at him.

“While you’re thinking about that, I have some more questions. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Okay. What’s the first one?”

“Before yesterday, had you ever had sex with a woman or a girl?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. She could feel him tensing up as he anticipated the next question.

“Did you feel me touching your dick while I was biting your nipple?”

“What? When… wait, gimme a sec, here.” He looked down at her. “Can we move around a little bit? I want to sit up like you were when I came in.”

She raised up off him, letting him move up on the bed so he was resting against the pile of pillows. She shook her head when he patted the place next to him. She crawled up, stretching out beside him once he got settled, resting her hands and her head on his stomach again.

“You don’t want me to hold you? I thought women like to be held.” he said quietly, trying to change the subject.

“We like to be held, or at least I do.” she paused for a moment, letting him stew. “I just want to look at you. I like looking at you.”

“But aren’t we going to… ”

“We are, and we have been. But you haven’t answered my last question.”

“N… no, I didn’t, or at least I didn’t notice it. When did you do it?”

“When I was biting your nipple, right near the end when I was biting it really hard, and pulling it away from your body.” she stopped, letting him absorb that. “I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it a few times, but it was throbbing so hard I though you might come in your pants. So I stopped.”