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.
CHAPTER TWO
