He walked across the stage and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I’m Bobby,” he said.
Tracy couldn’t help but bend her head and touch her lips to the head of bis beautiful cock. She looked back info his face and saw his eyes go wide with alarm.
“You’re frightened,” Louise said. “How old are you, Bobby?”
“Eighteen,” he said.
“Eighteen,” Tracy repeated. She had known he was young but she hadn’t realized he was that young.
“Why are you frightened, Bobby?” Tracy asked.
“Because I’ve never been with a woman.”
There was another loud gasp from the women in the audience, and Tracy realized they’d been hearing everything that was said, no matter how softly. There had to be concealed mikes around there somewhere.
She knew that Bobby was Joe Douglas’ treat to the women in the audience. She wondered how he’d managed to get Bobby into this. Then she realized that she didn’t care. Bobby’s youthful shyness and his beauty turned her on.
He was also turning Louise on.
“Don’t you be nervous,” Louise said. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you.”
They pulled on him until they had him stretched out on the bed between them. Then Louise and Tracy began running their hot fingertips all over his body.
“You’re beautiful, Bobby,” Tracy whispered into his ear. “Do you know you’re beautiful?”
“No, ma’am,” he said.
She almost giggled at his obvious fear. Louise had run her finger down to his crotch and now her fingers touched his cook. Tracy wasted no time putting her fingers on his cock alongside Louise’s. His cock stiffened almost immediately.
Tracy took the top of his cock and worked it between her fingers, while Louise lifted his balls and gently ran her fingernails over them.
Bobby groaned as his cock rose to hardness. The cock-head was the largest Tracy had ever seen, and she could already feel him going into her cunt.
“Oh that’s sweet, Bobby,” Tracy said. “That’s a really sweet cock.”
There were women in the audience who were groaning loudly. Tracy knew that she’d be just as jealous if she’d been sitting out there.
She lazed over and gave Bobby a kiss. Her lips pressed against his and she probed with her sharp tongue. He wouldn’t open his lips and she drew back.
“Don’t you like me, Bobby?” she asked.
“Oh yes,” he said. “I like you. I like you very much.”
“Then relax,” she said. “Let me make you feel good. Kiss me easy.”
She put her mouth back on his and this time his mouth opened to the probing of her tongue. She fondled his thick tongue with her own and she felt the juices start to flow in her pussy.
“Oh, Bobby,” she said. “You’re so beautiful you’re making me hot. Don’t you want to feel how hot you’re making me?”
She took his hand and placed it between her legs. She pressed her thighs together tightly on his hand. His face had turned white.
“Feel me, Bobby,” she begged. “Feel how nice and juicy you’re making my pussy.”
“Don’t talk like that,” he said.
“Why, Bobby?” she asked. “Does it make you blush?”
Louise went down on him. Her red tongue flicked at his balls. Bobby looked down as if he couldn’t believe what was happening.
“What’s she doing?” he asked.
Tracy wondered at a eighteen-year-old boy who could be so stupid about sex. But then, Joe would have gone out of his way to find a really innocent boy.
Tracy licked at his nipples and they became hard under the caress of her tongue. She licked down his stomach and stopped at the cock-head. She touched her tongue to the end and licked off some of his lubricating fluid.
“Ummmm, Bobby,” she moaned. “You taste so nice.”
Her head was next to Louise as they kept kissing and playing with his hard cock. Louise was sucking his heavy balls into her mouth and rolling them with her tongue.
“Oh God!” Bobby said.
“He’s a sweet one,” Tracy told Louise.
“Let’s see who can make him come first,” Louise said. “The one who takes his cum into her mouth wins.”
Immediately Tracy drew the gigantic cock into her mouth. She drew his cock into her throat and released him. Louise then drew the cock into her mouth.
There were groans from the audience as Tracy repeated the process. Tracy knew there were a lot of women who wanted a taste of his cock. She didn’t care about them. She was enjoying the sweet taste of his cock too much herself.
“Oh you’re got to stop,” Bobby said. “Something’s happening. Oh, you’ve got to stop!”
His groans only made Tracy and Louise go faster. Tracy closed her eyes as she went down on his cock farther than she’d gone before. Then she used her tongue in the special way she’d learned and she tasted the first of his jism.
“Ummmmm,” Tracy said.
“Oh God!” he groaned. “Oh Jesus, I’m comingggggg!”
She tasted his cum as he spurted gob after gob down her hungry throat. Louise pushed her head away and went down on him herself. Tracy placed her fingertips against Louise’s throat and felt her swallowing.
“He tastes sweet,” Tracy said. “Really sweet.”
Louise agreed with a muffled sound as she continued to suck down his sweet cum.
Tracy felt bruised and sore when she awakened but she also felt happy. She stretched as she looked up at the morning sun coming through her window.
The night before she had really learned to be a woman. She had been a willing slave passed around from man to man, even a few women, from the audience. She had come more times than she could remember and she had enjoyed it more than anything she could remember.
Maggie had been right. Sex was fun if one took the right attitude about it.
Someone knocked on her door and she called for them to come in.
This showed bow much she’d changed for she didn’t bother to cover up her full titties as she would have done earlier. Instead she hoped it was someone who could appreciate them. It was.
It was the eighteen-year-old boy from the night before. Except that he didn’t look so young and innocent any more. He even looked wiser.
“Hello,” be said.
His voice was more mature than it had been the night before, there was none of the strained, frightened quality. She told herself that there was something very odd about this Bobby.
She remembered that after their little performance the women had been standing in line to get at Bobby. She wouldn’t have believed that he could have moved for a month after last night.
“Good morning,” she said. “Somehow you look different then you did last night.”
He laughed. The way his eyes swept her naked breasts left no doubt that there was nothing innocent left in him. If there ever had been.
“It was an act, wasn’t it?” she asked him. “You were just acting last night.”
“Of course,” he said. “I thought you knew.”
“No,” she admitted.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand against her thigh. He caressed her with knowing fingers while he talked.
“I’m an actor,” he admitted. “I’ve been playing shy little boys on stage since I was sixteen.”
“How old are you really?” she asked.
“Thirty,” he said. “But somehow it seems to make the girls hot and bothered when I tell them I’m eighteen and act shy about sex. They can’t wait to pull off their panties.”
“So you’re not really shy about sex?” she asked.
“Not at all,” he said.
She studied his face. He still looked eighteen and he was still beautiful. He had brushed his blond hair differently but there was little else that was altered about him except the knowing, experienced eyes.
“But the hair,” she said. “You have no hair on your body.”
“Not on my chest,” he admitted.
“What do you do?” she asked.
“I pluck most of my body hair out.”