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.
Part Two
Tracy and Tommy
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.
“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.