The train was far from full. I sat by the window, a blanket over my knees to keep the chill off, and my bags were stacked up on the seat beside me. That was to keep strangers at bay. I had to get things straight in my mind. Going home for the first time in a year was hard enough, but to go back for the first time since The Incident, that was something else again! I'd just turned fifteen when Dad had found me in bed with my brother Bob. The next day Dad had made the arrangements and Bob and I had been separated without further ado. How would he feel about me now? And would Dad still hold it against me? I hoped not. If he did I'd have to go back to that rotten boarding school to spend another year away from my beautiful brother.
The mesmerizing, regular sound of the train wheels clacking along the track established a peculiar rhythm in my mind, one that caused me to relive that fateful night in vivid detail. It felt as though it was happening all over again… perhaps I was dozing a little or perhaps I'd thought about it so often that the incident had turned into a well-known play, one with which I titillated myself in spare moments. And, as usual, while the story ran through my head, my hand crept down between my legs to give my pussy the moral support it needed.
Bob and I had always been close; ever since I can remember he took care of me, helped me with my schoolwork, taught me how to ride a bike and a horse and all the other skills that big brothers know so well. He would be eighteen soon. Had he changed? No matter what had happened to him he'd always be the same to me. I could trust Bob, and he understood me as well as I did. For years our love had been pure, innocent, as brotherly and sisterly love is supposed to be. But as my breasts budded and his voice broke and deepened numerous other changes began to take place. Of course I wasn't aware of them at first. Bob's sudden interest in my body was just another game to me.
My fifteenth birthday was the watershed between innocence and bliss. For some weeks prior to that event my body had been reacting quite strongly to Bob. He'd taken to touching me now and then, very off-hand but always accurate. His hand would slide along the pert slope of my breasts or he would rest his hand on the full curve of my buttocks, touch my inner thigh, each time making it look as though it was accidental because he was afraid of consequences. That's what he told me later. He thought I might tell mother or something. Those brief caresses of his had an increasing impact on me. I suppose my body was developing very rapidly at that time, with all the sensory equipment going into action. Whatever the reason, I loved his touches and began to wonder if there wasn't a way to get more of them.
The party thrown for my birthday was small, family only. My father, that pillar of righteousness and industry, tried to unbend a little by putting on a party hat. My mother, sensual of body but barren of mind, sat next to him and had one drink too many in honor of my birthday. Elaine, the youngest, sat on one side of me and Nora, the oldest, on the other. Bob faced us, drinking his beer with a manly flourish. He was now allowed to drink and I'm afraid he overdid it a little.
Much later in the evening when our folks had retired into the wonderful world of television, and Nora and Elaine had gone up to their respective rooms, Bob and I sat on the porch and gazed into the dark night. He was very loose-tongued for once, talking about all sorts of things, none of which interested me. But then he said something that made me prick my ears up.
“I've got to tell you, Kathy, that you're my favorite sister. In fact I think I love you more than a brother should. Did you know I have dreams about you? It's true… yes sir, it sure is true.” He lapsed into a moody silence suddenly, nodding to himself and staring straight ahead. I didn't know what he was talking about, at least not with my mind. But my heart took an abrupt leap as if my instincts knew only too well what he meant.
“Yeah, I dream about you all the time,” he went on, still avoiding my eyes. “They're beautiful dreams, Kathy. When I wake up I just want to crawl right back into them. Because they can never come true.”
“Why not?” I asked in a voice that was just a little too high.
“Because,” he said.
“Because what? I don't understand you, Bob, there's nothing that's impossible between us two. I love you, you know that. So how could you say they'll never come true.”
“You're too young to understand, that's the trouble.” Now he looked at me and there was a flash of anger in his eyes. “Young and silly, that's you, Kathy.” With that he stood up and stormed off. I followed him to try and cheer him up, but he locked his bedroom door and refused to answer my pleas.
Several days went by without him saying so much as a word to me. Then, just as I thought our love was over for good, he came to me. It was after midnight. My windows were wide open and only a sheet covered my naked body. It was so hot out. A creaking sound outside my bedroom door woke me out of a shallow doze. Before I could say anything Bob was inside. He closed the door behind him and padded towards me on his bare feet. In the weak light of the street lamp I could make out his strong torso. He was naked to the waist and the light threw his abdominal muscles into dark relief. I'd seen him before so often and his shape was as familiar to me as my own. But now his broad shoulders and slender hips thrilled me in a most unusual way.
“Are you asleep, Kathy?” he whispered.
“No-do you want to talk awhile?”
“Yeah, move over.” I made room for him, glad to have him with me. He lay close up against me in spite of the heat of the night. I smelled his manly odor with special relish. The tartness of his armpits and his sweat, the hardness of his body, and his nearness blended together into an intoxicating brew. I felt myself beginning to sweat between my legs. At least, I assumed it was sweat.
“I'm sorry about the way I snapped at you the other night,” he began. “You confuse me sometimes. I want to love you and I end up yelling at you. That's not right. That's why I'm here, Kathy, I have to confess everything to you… I don't know how to say it but I'll try, okay?”
“Okay, Bob.” I could make out his face clearly now. His dark eyes were concealed by shadows but I could tell by the way he was biting his bottom lip that he was very nervous. I longed to reach out, to caress his face and reassure him. He could do anything with me! He had no need to worry.
“I… well…” He hesitated for a moment, shrugged, and resolutely placed his hands on my breasts. “That's what I want to do, Kathy, I want to touch you all over and make love to you. You've been driving me crazy for weeks now and I can't take it any longer. I love you and I have to show it.”
I didn't know what to say. The sheet was caught up between his hand and my tits so that it didn't feel like anything in particular. What was the big deal, I wondered. He could touch my body if that's what he wanted. “Go ahead, Bob,” I said with a shrug. “H that's all you want I don't see any problem.”
“You don't understand!” He sounded frustrated but he didn't say any more about it. Instead he reefed the sheet off the bed and began to kiss me furiously. His wet tips slithered along my face, mouth, neck and breasts, a weird sensation that left me quite cold. Now his hands crawled all over me, touching and squeezing; and the more frantic he became, the colder I turned.
“How can I make you see!” he groaned under his breath without pausing for a moment. “I want to give you pleasure, to love you and to make you love me! Don't you like what I'm doing to you?”
By now I was so confused that I didn't know what to do. It felt as though my emotions were going one way and my mind another. I wanted to please him too. His happiness had always been important to me. But this situation stymied me. In the end I took refuge in complete inaction. I just lay there as he continued to caress my body and kiss me all over.
Apparently I'd done the right thing, unwittingly. Now that I had relieved myself of all responsibility, his lovemaking began to get through to me. A soft moan escaped my lips. Bob paused for a moment to look me in the eyes. And when he saw the expression there he smiled faintly and returned to his work. This time he was gentler, more specific. Instead of racing around my body like a tourist who's only got three days to see the whole of Europe, he now began to visit each part of my anatomy at his leisure, exploring it thoroughly.
My tits seemed to fascinate him. Even though they were quite small he devoted a great deal of love to each of them. His lips closed around the hardening nipples, tugging at them, licking them, while his hands softly squeezed the springy flesh. My nipples had always been quite sensitive. Wearing a woollen sweater without anything underneath was devastating for me. But Bob opened up a new dimension of sensitivity up there. The more he sucked and caressed, the more my nipples, and then my tits, began to burn with passion. It felt as though there was a direct tine between my tits and my pussy, each impulse of pleasure being telegraphed down to it to add to the sensation of sweatiness. Now it was no problem for me to respond to him. My arms encircled his strong torso and hugged him close to me. Bob continued to suck at my breasts but one hand moved down to my cunt. My legs parted reflexively, greedy for more pleasure.
It worried me not a little that it was so quiet in the house. Every noise would surely be magnified by the still night air, and sooner or later our parents would be awoken by our expressions of appreciation. But when Bob's finger slipped up my cunt I couldn't help but let out a long, plaintive wail of ecstasy. His finger was so big and thick compared to the tentative fingertip I'd inserted in the past. And it filled me with a double sensation, one of physical pleasure, one of anticipation for something even bigger… the thick erection that was at that moment pushing hard against my thigh!
“Oh Bob,” whispered, hugging him frantically, “this is so nice, so very nice. Are you going to go all the way with me?”
“Do you think we should?” He sounded kind of strangled, as if he couldn't control any part of himself anymore.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I sighed, my loins undulating under pressure of his reaming finger. “Do you think it would hurt-oh, it doesn't matter, just do it, Bob, I love you so much!”
His cock slipped out of his pajamas and rubbed along my thigh. The knob felt hot and smooth as it ran along my skin, but so big; far too big for my tiny opening. In the faint light I stole a glimpse of it and almost lost my courage. It rose out of a thick bush of dark hair, this swollen rod of flesh, and now it didn't look like a toy anymore, the way it had when we were kids bathing together. It looked fierce, purposeful, and I just knew it would tear me apart.
Luckily Bob seemed to know about such difficulties. Instead of plowing into me he slid down along my body till his face made contact with my cunt. His tongue flicked out at me, moistening the entrance thoroughly and bringing more juice down the tunnel. It felt so incredibly nice to me! His tongue was deft and a little abrasive, warm and wet, and whenever it stroked a certain part of my cunt I felt long, rippling thrills run to all parts of my body. I wanted him to stay down on me for the rest of the night but he didn't.
As soon as I'd been lubricated he came back up and lodged his thick knob up against my slit. This was the moment of truth for us both. His cock missed the hole and he butted me in that sensitive area. He cursed under his breath and tried to poke it in. I had to guide it or he would never have found it. It was hard to keep control of my faculties but this was too important. His hard knob parted my flesh and tried to barge all the way in. A flame of pain rose from my cunt all the way up to my throat and I had to hold both hands in front of my mouth to stop from screaming!
“What's the matter?” Bob asked, stopping for a moment.
“Nothing,” I said. A sob rose up but I suppressed it as best I could. “Go ahead, only be gentle with me.”
“Okay, I'll try.” He pushed again and again, and each time he did the pain nearly pushed my eyeballs out of my head. Just as I thought sex was a physical impossibility the pain began a gradual transformation into a wholly different sensation. It was as though my system had absorbed the brunt of the pain and was now learning to love it! Yes, the pain was good, it was sharp and vibrant and excruciating! Bob was still pounding his knob into my reluctant orifice, making less headway than expected. But even that problem solved itself. Juices began to flow when I'd learned to love the pain. And those juices seeped down around his knob and helped him past the awkward stage.
Now he had his knob right inside me and the path seemed clear for a complete entry. We were both wrapped in each other's arms, panting and groaning, straining to accommodate the other. Just as his cock seemed on the brink of plumbing my depths, another obstacle arose. Neither of us knew what was going on. “Goddammit!” Bob said suddenly, drawing back and plunging his cock into me. That did it. The pain I'd learned to understand was displaced by one of much greater sharpness. It seared up through my belly and almost made me pass out. A red cloud exploded in my mind and a scream welled up out of my throat. This time there was nothing I could do about it.
“Shut up!” Bob hissed. His cock was all the way inside me now and he was pushing it back and forth with all of his might. It was starting to feel good, very good. I left the pain behind with little or no effort. All I could really feel was his thick, hard cock thrusting in and out, in and out, opening up new areas of pleasure throughout my body.
It was at this point that the light went on. Bob and I turned to stone. We knew who'd be there but we couldn't make ourselves look.
“I heard a scream,” said a feeble voice. It was Dad, and when I found the strength to look him in the eye I saw that he was ashen. “So I came.”
“It was nothing, Dad,” I said. Bob still had his cock inside me. At that moment I wanted nothing else but for Dad to go up in a puff of smoke so that we could finish this fuck. That was too much to ask for. Dad seemed to find his tongue all of a sudden, and at that moment his face went from ashen to bright red. He began to yell at us, at the same time striding over to the bed and dragging Bob off me. I can't remember what he said to us but none of it was complimentary.
The next day, then, arrangements were made for me to attend boarding school. Bob had to stay at home because of some academic wrinkle. I was glad to get out of there. The atmosphere in the house, to put it mildly, was pungent.
I'd been terribly unhappy at boarding school for the first few days. There were only girls there and the more I thought about Bob the more I wanted to finish that fuck-with him or with someone else. It was the frustration that stayed with me. Had he finished I might have settled into school life with little difficulty. But the memory of that throbbing flesh inside my pussy drove me up the wall. The girls could not help me. And there were no men within miles of the school. Those first few nights, then, were desperate ones. In the privacy of my own bed I tried to stick things up my cunt that I thought would take care of my problem. Fingers, a long pen, a stolen carrot, nothing worked.
Eventually I made a friend. Or rather, Ann made me a friend. I was in no mood to speak to anyone, yet she persisted beyond my ill humor and got me to laugh again. I liked the look of her and had ever since I'd first walked into the classroom. She was a tall, slender girl with no breasts to speak of but a very pert and very feminine ass that not even the drab school uniform could disguise. Her bed was in the same dormitory as mine, which made it easier for us to get together in the evenings and talk.
Some weeks after we'd first got together I confided in her about Bob. She listened until I'd told her everything, a serious expression in her big blue eyes. Then, when the last of the story had been told, she nodded and said: “You ought to think of yourself lucky for having had as much as that. I've never been to bed with a boy.
“Really?” I found that hard to believe. Ann looked so experienced, so worldly, that I'd always assumed she knew more about everything than I did.
“It's the truth. I've been stuck in this hole ever since I started school.”
“Then you know nothing about sex?”
“Oh, I wouldn't say that,” she laughed. “I know about one kind of sex, but it's got nothing to do with boys.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, wide-eyed.
“Well, sometimes a few of us girls get together and, you know, fool around a little.” Ann seemed to be looking at me more intently than usual, as if my reaction meant something to her. When I went red and white at the very idea of making love with another girl, she laughed again and put her arms around me for a moment: “Don't worry, honey, no one here's going to attack you. But if you want you can just come with me when we do it. Then you can see if you'd like it.”
“I guess that's fair,” I said, but I only said it so she wouldn't think I was chicken. The idea appalled mei How could girls do it to each other. They didn't have a cock between them! On the other hand my curiosity had been aroused, and so I was far from unhappy when Ann gave me the word some days later. The girls were going to get together in one of the disused dormitories on the top floor after lights-out, and I was to be the guest of honor.
The whole operation was cloaked in secrecy. We snuck up the emergency stairs to the top floor when the time came, and Ann showed me how to unlock the door at the top with a hairpin. Then, when she'd closed the door securely behind us, she led me along the dusty corridor till we came to a small room near the end. A faint, flickering light came through the doorway along with the sounds of whispering. Ann motioned for me to follow her inside.
Four girls sat on mattresses on the floor. This room was relatively clean, a regular hideaway. Candles burned in all four corners and several blankets had been draped over the windows. They were passing a cigarette around, sitting comfortably with their backs against the walls, their night gowns unbuttoned and draped nonchalantly over their bodies. I knew the girls by sight, all of them from my class and all of them friendly. At least they'd been friendly towards me, especially since I'd told Ann I'd accompany her to one of the meetings.
“Hi, Kathy,” they said cheerfully when I came in. “Sit down, make yourself at home. Would you like a cigarette?”
“Sure,” I said, figuring I might as well go all the way with this adventure.
We chatted for a while, talking shop of course. But then Ann stood up and said: “Who's going to be 'it' tonight, girls?” She looked at each of us, straight-faced while the others giggled. “Not me!” they chorused. But I figured it couldn't be too bad to be “it” because they all acted as though they wouldn't mind at all.
“What about you, Kathy, do you want to be 'it' or do you just want to sit and watch for the rest of the night?” Ann asked.
Puffing at the cigarette had given me a strange, reckless sense of courage. “Sure, I'll be 'it,'“ I said, standing up alongside her. “Just tell me what I have to do.”
“Yay!” yelled the girls, and Ann put a warning finger against her lips.
“It's very simple, really,” said Ann. “All you have to do is lie down on that mattress there, and promise not to move no matter what happens to you.”
“Is that all?” I felt disappointed at being assigned such an easy task. Surely they could have invented something more demanding!
“Promise not to move no matter what?” she insisted.
“I promise,” I said, holding two fingers up into the air, scout's fashion.
I lay down on the mattress and waited expectantly. The five girls squatted down all around me and spent the first minute or so staring at me. That was all. No one said a word. I began to feel kind of foolish lying there. It was as though I'd landed in hospital and I had no disease to give them. But then Ann, who sat just behind my head, began to stroke my hair ever so slowly, just running her fingers through the long tresses and massaging my scalp with the tips of her nails. It felt restful. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensation.
Then the other girls joined in, each one of them caressing a small part of my body. Two of them worked on my thighs, running their nails and fingers along the sensitive insides until strange twitches beset my loins. The other two girls caressed my neck and shoulders, slowly moving down towards my breasts, which were still concealed by the nightgown.
“How do you like that, baby?” asked Ann in a low, soft voice. “That's not so bad, is it?”
“It's beautiful,” I said helplessly.
“And this is only the beginning,” said one of the other girls. A shiver of fear and anticipation ran through me. If this was only the beginning, what would the end be like? Would they make me feel as good as Bob had? They were so gentle, so precise, in what they did. Bob had (and I had trouble in confessing this to myself) been a little crude in the beginning.
Now my breasts were being manipulated. The girls worked slowly, regularly, just squeezing the tips of my breasts with their delicate fingers. My nightgown seemed to slip out of the way without any of us making an effort. I could see my two pinkish-white mounds rising up before me, the hard, rosy nipples poking up into the air, with slender little fingers curling round and round them, making me feel so warm and high. Ann kept caressing my head, her fingers combing through my hair more firmly now. And the girls caressing my thighs often came awfully close to my cunt, although they took care not to go quite that far.
I began to wish they would. In fact, I wanted them all to maul and lick and suck like animals! All their gentle titillations were accumulating inside me like a stockpile of dynamite. Conflicting emotions and sensations coursed through my limbs and body, clashing and merging, causing convulsions and abrupt tremors inside me. And still they kept on with their slow, regular caresses, ever so slow, ever so regular, till I felt like screaming at them!
“Oh, please!” I moaned. “Do it harder, satisfy me!”
“Just lie still, baby,” said Ann. “Don't move. Don't think. Just take what you're getting and enjoy it.”
Soft hands came to within a millimeter of my cunt. I wanted to thrust my box at them and suck them inside but my promise bound me more surely than ropes could have. So I restrained myself and bit my bottom lip to distribute the agony of my ecstasy more evenly. Somehow they'd managed to take my nightgown off. The candlelight threw its uneasy, dim light over my body to accentuate its sensuality as well as that of the girls around me. One by one they let their garments slip to the floor, exposing their hard little tits, their slender bodies, flat bellies, and the small bushes of sparse hair that nestled between their supple thighs. Their beauty came home to me in a rush. In class they had always looked good to me but never this good. In my overwrought condition I could see their true beauty. I wanted to reach out and cradle their small breasts, to pinch one of those little pink nipples or caress the curly little bush nearest me. I wanted to savor the smoothness of their skin with my fingertips just as they were doing to me. Other, vaguer impulses came to me but all of them had to be cast aside. I had to lay still.
“Touch me harder!” I cried. None of them responded. One of the girls had taken to caressing my belly with the flat of her hand, running it round and round in small circles. And still they avoided touching my cunt! 'Touch my cunt!” I hissed, real anger seeping into my voice. “What's the matter, don't you like that part of me? Touch it, rub it hard!”
I might as well have been talking to the wall. They went on at their own pace as though it was all part of a ritual that they'd practiced many times. On and on, soft hands evoking potent feelings in my but never taking them to the top, not to mention over it. The spasms running through my body were beginning to grow so violent that it was next to impossible to lie still. And why should I, I asked myself. Promises are made to be broken. It was my body that sought stronger thrills, not the human part of me. Thus it was perfectly all right that I should help my assailants along a little.
Ann must have sensed that I had reached the breaking point. “Take it easy, Kathy,” she whispered, leaning over me and bringing her face closer to mine. “Just relax for a minute more and then you'll have everything you need. Trust me. I know what makes you feel good.”
I looked up at her and saw her big blue eyes staring deep into mine. She came even closer, moving her head around to kiss me. My mouth opened wide the moment her lips touched mine and our tongues entwined with passion. At last I could do something, I had an outlet for my urgent desires. I kissed her with all my might, sucking in her spit and her tongue as though that in itself could ease my lust. She put up with it for as long as she could and then, with a swift and unexpected motions, she pulled her face away, turned, and sat with her cunt planted squarely on my mouth.
This turn of events stunned me. I hadn't even considered touching her there, so eating her was definitely out. For a moment all of my inhibitions and fears rushed to the fore. I began to twist away from her, pushing at her and protesting as best I could. But then the soft firmness of her cunt lips penetrated my core and the fears departed as quickly as they had arisen. What pleased me as much was that the other girls had stopped their ritual caresses and began making love to me the way my body wanted it.
Ann squatted over my face and moved her loins back and forth slightly so that the softness of her labia opened my mouth and evoked my tongue. It was hard to give expression to my feelings for her at that moment. The bittersweetness of her juices aroused my taste buds and the silkiness of her full lips made me want to swallow all of her-but the technique was lacking. How did people make love to each other from this angle? I didn't want to bite or hurt her.
My hands reached up and gave support to her ass, just to make sure she was comfortable. Then, with her in position, I began to lick her cunt, running my tongue along the length of her slit over and over till it had sunk down into the moist, slippery valley. She was very wet, just as I was, and I drank greedily of the accumulated juices I found there. Now I was getting into the swing of things. Just like me, she had a particularly sensitive spot. It was hard and tiny, though probably bigger than mine. The tip of my tongue brushed along it repeatedly, deliberately searching it out and applying pressure. With every stroke her cool, poised facade fell away a little more. And pretty soon, when I'd learned how to vibrate my tongue inside her tunnel, she turned into as much of a victim of passion as I was.
In the course of working Ann up I'd almost forgotten about what was happening to my own body. It was as though my attention could only focus on one thing at the time. But the moment I got the upper hand on Ann, the total effect of the others' lovemaking hit me like a tidal wave. I realized that one had been down on me, with two others sucking on my tits while the fourth made do with sucking my toes. And when it hit me it became impossible to please Ann any further. I wrenched clear of her cunt to gulp in huge quantities of air to save myself from losing myself. Small, wounded-bird cries came up out of my throat, my loins moved up and down so hard that my ass bashed into the mattress, and with a sudden surge of passion I was swept away into my first orgasm.
It was a breathtaking experience. Nothing existed but the euphoric flow that carried me into unheard of realms. I felt totally relaxed and happy. My body fully coordinated for the first time in my life. And the others backed off till I'd recovered myself sufficiently to acknowledge their efforts.
“How did you like being 'it'?” asked Ann when I opened my eyes and stopped moaning.
“It was just wonderful,” I said hoarsely. “Such strange feelings… is that normal?”
“It is with us,” she smiled and the other girls nodded their agreement. “Here, have a cigarette and relax a little longer. Now that you've had your turn you're going to help us do someone else.”
I felt so good and so tired that I didn't want to participate any more. But, like a gambler who's been winning all night, I couldn't morally withdraw from the game now. I lingered over my cigarette for as long as was polite, watching the others select a new “it.” It dawned on me then that this was quite an exclusive club I'd stumbled into. For one thing, all five girls were extremely attractive. In our class there were fat girls and pimply girls and ones who wore braces, but none would ever be in this group. Ann told me later that this was the only rule they maintained.
For another, these girls were among the brightest in the class, they all played sports, and were far more mature than most girls of their age. When I realized that it flattered me greatly to have been selected. That was enough to shake me out of my torpor. I extinguished the cigarette and crawled over to where the new “it” lay. Ann and another girl had occupied “its” breasts, a third was at her head, which left me one of her thighs. Now that I knew the ritual so intimately it was easy to get involved with it. Like the other girl I began to caress the thigh assigned to me. It was a lovely thigh, soft skinned, a little muscular, long, reaching high up at the girl's down-covered cunt. It looked like a little purse from where I sat, the full labia pressed close together to preserve her booty. While I stroked her thigh my eyes were rivetted to her pussy. Somehow it beckoned me to come closer, to taste, touch, even enter. The rules of the game forbade me to give way to my impulse and so I just sat there looking at it.
I was surprised that the girl's pussy should even appeal to me. After all, I had one and it couldn't be so different. To make sure I looked down at my own cunt, the slit of it just starting up before the flesh rounded away between my thighs. Was it the same? I managed to change my position without interrupting my regular, slow caresses, bringing one knee up to enable me to peer down. Yes, it looked the same-but it still thrilled me. Perhaps seeing the cunts of other girls had given me a greater appreciation of my own. Such thoughts rambled through my mind while the four of us went through the slow, somewhat monotonous paces of the ritual. 'It' was rapidly succumbing. Her groans came rapidly, somewhat frantic and abbreviated as if she couldn't get her breath. It wouldn't be long now.
Sure enough. A minute later Ann gave us all a signal, and the girl at her head straddled “its” face and the rest of us went down on her nipples, cunt and toes, sucking and licking and savoring her completely. I'd been quick to get at her pussy. My mouth opened wide and took as much of it inside as was possible, then sucked hard. The girl twisted her whole body to get more of her flesh into my mouth, her legs parting just as mine had. And, to make her feel just as nice, I let my tongue pry deep into her cunt, flicking at secret repositories of passion, unleashing tiny bombs of emotion, at the same time working my fingers up her asshole. I didn't really know what I was doing. The guiding principle seemed to be that I should do to her what I'd tike her to do to me.
And now, sitting in the train and dozing slightly, it occurred to me that I'd hit upon the most important principle of lovemaking. At least among women. The year had gone by fairly quickly, what with school work and regular meetings of the club. Ann and I had grown very close, often stealing away to make love together. She was so sensitive to my needs, psychic almost Whatever need arose she immediately satisfied it Hours spend in the woods surrounding the school, just the two of us lying in the thick grass, either making passionate love or just embracing to hear the other's breathing.
I'd even managed to forget about Bob for a time. Ann gave me everything I needed. Of course I didn't forget Bob, not completely. Apart from the deep attachment we shared, there was also that nagging, throbbing memory of his cock inside me, moving up like a boa constrictor crawling into its home. When ever I thought of it something happened way down deep inside of me. If it hadn't been for that memory I might well have been swayed by Ann and the other club members to forget about men altogether.
Or had I been swayed unknowingly? The thought made me sit bolt upright, eyes wide open suddenly. It was possible. After all, Bob had been clumsy that night, insensitive you might say. It was alright then because I didn't know any better, but now…? Well, perhaps he'd been getting in a little practice himself. I certainly hoped so.
I noticed that the blanket had slipped off my knees and lay on the floor. The hand had reflexively strayed between my legs to apply pressure to my yearning box was still there, pressing hard. With a flush of embarrassment, I looked around to see if anyone had noticed. No one had. They were all nodding along with the motion of the train or buried in newspapers. I pulled the blanket back up… but I couldn't quite take my hand away from my crotch. My journey down memory lane had stirred me more than I'd bargained for. There was a faintly damp patch at the juncture of my jeans legs. And when I felt inside my underpants I found they were sopping wet.
It was such a nice cozy feeling to be sitting on that train, fondling my pussy in public so to speak, that I couldn't resist following through. The tip of my index finger located my clitoris and began the familiar motion, round and round, up and down, round and round again, gently at first, harder as my lust rose. My clitoris had grown somewhat in the past year, I reflected. And how could it not have? All the massaging and sucking and other forms of exercise had even made my tits grow.
It was dusk outside, dark enough for my reflection to be mirrored in the windows. I sat upright to get a profile view of myself. Yes, they had grown. They pushed out and up against my blouse, with pert little impressions where my nipples were. Two man-sized handfuls, I thought. As for the rest of me… well Ann had told me about that. She was forever telling me how beautiful she thought I was. I took all that with a grain of salt but it pleased me nonetheless. She liked to play with my long, dark brown hair and to outline my lips with her finger. She said my lips were eminently kiss-able. I thought they were just full. The darkness outside accentuated my cheekbones. They made me look kind of haughty, particularly with my hair drawn back. Ann said I looked aristocratic. Be that as it may, I certainly looked a great deal more aloof than I felt. A lot smarter, too. My eyes tend to slope a little towards my nose, which gives me a look of great cleverness. Still, that's better than looking dumb like Ann. Her big eyes seemed to indicate that she was forever in the grip of astonishment And that was far from the truth.
I sighed, not a little satisfied with my self-appraisal. Bob would surely like what he saw. One year had made a big difference in me. What about him? Eighteen years old, a second year college student already… it was quite possible that he had forgotten me! Girls liked Bob. He was a champion swimmer, an ace student and awfully good looking. Almost too good looking for a man.
At that point I felt like getting out of the train and pushing it just to get home more quickly. I hate suspense in any form. To pass the time more easily I fingered my pussy with more gusto, working my way into tiny, sharp climaxes. They popped like a string of firecrackers, particularly when I undid my jeans and stuck my hand right into my panties. Fingering and manipulating, masturbating at full pelt, and no longer caring if someone saw me, I managed to exhaust myself to the point at which I simply fell asleep.