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
