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.