Ribald Writer - Tales of Lustville Book One

“W… will you do something for me?” he said softly, his lips brushing her ear.

“What’s that, hon?” she asked, not taking her eyes of the screen.

“Put your clothes back?”

She turned and looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. Then she grinned.

“You liked my little outfit? Or did you like me playing hard to get?”

“Yes.” he grinned. “Will you d… ”

She was on her feet before he got the words out of his mouth. She was picking up her skirt when she saw Tracy and Phil watching, and she giggled when she saw that they both had cameras pointing at her.

“Stop and start it over,” she said to them. “Kyle, I’ll be back in two minutes. I’m gonna come in and catch you jerking off to porno’s, and we’ll improvise from there. Okay?”

He nodded as she picked up her tank top, and dashed into the hall toward the bathroom.

“I want one camera on me as I enter the room, the other on Kyle jerking off on the couch!” She called from the hallway a moment later. “Got it? Let’s make this look real, people! Okay, on three! One… two… ”

Phil pointed his camera at the hallway, and Tracy was shooting Kyle on the couch. He was getting into it, flogging his log like there was no tomorrow. She glanced at the TV, and saw why. He was watching himself fuck the shit out of Lois, and she was writhing and squirming wildly under him, screaming out her delight. Even if he wasn’t watching himself in action, the scene was still hot.

Lois strolled into the room a moment later, and Phil followed her as she sashayed across the room. He zoomed in for a close-up as she stopped, her eyes going wide, her hand coming up to her mouth as she pretended to notice Kyle naked with his dick in his hand on the couch.

“Oh my god, Kyle! What are you doing?” She screeched in her best little girl’s voice.

Kyle sat up, looking shocked, his hands flying down to cover the rigid stalk of his cock. He made a show of trying to cover it, never actually managing it.

“Oh shit, Lois! What are you doing here? You not supposed… ” He looked away, like he was looking at a clock. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I lost track of time and… ”

“Is that why you asked me to come over?” she said, her face flushed with both anger and excitement as she fell headlong into her part. “You just want to try to get into my… Oh my god, Kyle! Is that thing real?”

Kyle looked up at her, following her lead. He leaned back on the couch, appearing more confident now that her character was showing some interest instead of anger, his hands still half heartedly cover his enormous, stone hard cock.

“Oh, it’s real all right. You wanna see it?

“I don’t know, Kyle! I don’t want to get in trouble… ” She had her hands playing with the hem of her skirt, and her arms were squeezing her small tits together, making them jut out proudly from her chest. Her nipples were poking out like bullets under her thin tank top.

Phil had gone back to a wide shot after her initial outburst. Now he panned over her body, catching every seemingly unconscious seductive move she made. Her hips moved idly from side to side, and she tilted her head, almost like she was trying to look under his hands to see his cock.

“Do Kyle’s girlfriends act like that? he asked, leaning down so he could whisper in Tracy’s ear.

“Some of them,” she whispered back. “She’s got in nailed. Now let’s watch her get nailed.”

“We won’t get in trouble,” Kyle was saying. “My parent’s won’t be home till Sunday, and my sister is staying over at a friend’s tonight. We have the whole house to ourselves!”

He reached down and grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor, pulling them up into his lap.

“Here, I’ll put my shorts on if it’ll make you more comfortable.”

“No! You don’t have to do that!” she said, moving slowly toward the couch like a moth drawn to a flame. “I mean, you can if you want to!”

Kyle patted the shorts and felt a bulge in the pocket. Realizing that they were Phil’s, he reached into the pocket and pulled out the baggie and lighter he had put there. Patting the cushion, he smiled up at Lois.

“Come sit beside me Lois. Don’t be so shy.” He opened the baggie and pulled out a joint, remembering her earlier reaction. He held it up so she could see it. “Come on, you’re not gonna make me smoke this all by myself, are you?”

Her eyes lit up, and Phil caught the gleam in her eyes in another perfectly timed close-up, then panned back to a wide shot as she sauntered over to the couch. He grinned when he saw the flash of her bare ass as she spun in front of the couch, then sat down daintily next to Kyle.

Kyle saw it too, and swallowed hard as his cock throbbed under the shorts, making them jump in his lap.

“What was that?” Lois asked, her eyes on his crotch as she nestled in next to him.

“Nothing,” Kyle said casually, then put the joint in his mouth and lit it. He took a big hit, then held it out to Lois.

She shook her head and leaned closer.

“I can’t do it that way.” she said, “Gimme a shotgun. But do it slow. I like it better slow and easy.”

Yeah, right! Kyle thought as he flipped the joint over and put it in his mouth, holding it between his teeth, and closing his lips so just the end stuck out. Cupping his hands over her cheeks, he blew on it, sending a stream of smoke into her face. She inhaled slowly, turning her face away when she couldn’t take in anymore. She rested her hand on his thigh as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back, still holding the smoke in her lungs.

Kyle choked as her hand slid up his thigh, almost swallowing the joint. He pulled it out of his mouth and took another hit off of it, glancing back and forth between her face, and her tiny hand resting on his thigh.

It was all Phil and Tracy could do to stay quiet. Tracy didn’t help when she ran her tongue up the side of Phil’s cock, then tilted it back toward her so she could get the swollen purple knob in her mouth. Phil let out a strangled gasp as she bobbed her head on his cock, then sat back grinning, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head. He looked back at the viewfinder on the camera, zooming in a little more when he noticed that she was doing a wider shot.

Lois was having fun playing the innocent schoolgirl, but she was looking forward to the wanton nymphette part of her role to. She wasn’t in any hurry to get to it. She knew she was directing this scene, and was glad Kyle was following her so well.

Kyle looked her up and down. He wanted to paw at her tight little body, or stand up and shove his raging hard-on down her throat. He doubted if she’d mind, but he was getting into the scene too. It was almost like he was replaying one of his many recent dates. He was going to have to use this shotgun trick in the future, it was a great way to get things heated up fast.

Lois exhaled, smiling as she felt the pot start to hit her. Kyle could see that her eyes were already glassy, and she was breathing heavily. He held the joint up, and she nodded, leaning close again. Kyle took a hit off the joint, and blew the smoke into her face again, watching as she inhaled it through her nose. When she turned away again, he inhaled the rest of the smoke himself, then took another hit.

She let the smoke out faster this time, and leaned in again, her eyes glittering, her hand starting to slide higher up on his thigh. He felt her fingers slipping under the shorts covering his lap, and slid down a little lower on the couch, letting his legs fall open wider.

“Let’s try something different this time, okay?” he said, taking a big hit off the joint.

She smiled, nodding, and he pressed his lips to hers, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head. He blew the smoke into her mouth, slipping his tongue inside at the same time. His other hand came up, sliding lightly over one of her tits, squeezing it softly. She gasped, inhaling sharply, and almost coughed, but she fought it back. She held the smoke in her lungs as long as she could, her tongue still dueling with his, then started to squirm in panic when he didn’t pull away.