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School Memories, Chapter 4

  • Posted on December 16, 2016 at 3:17 pm

By Passing Cloud

I stared at Maria’s lovely face as she played with me. I was gently swaying to this sensual rhythm, floating in pleasure, loving her more and more with each caress, when she leaned forward and whispered the question, “Have you ever been tongued?”

Her meaning didn’t register at first. I was in a half-dream state with the edge of ecstasy creeping towards me.

As her words sank in, a picture formed in my mind. It was a picture that thrilled but horrified me. Did my lovely Maria actually want to lick me… there? My childish awareness of bodily functions and sexuality hadn’t yet made any sort of erotic link. Surely it was ‘dirty’? All this flashed through my immature mind and I, discomfited, shook my head silently.

Smiling, and still gently rubbing, Maria whispered, “Well, we’d better try it then…”

She motioned to the others to come and help her and then, together, they lifted me bodily off the low table, carried me over to a chest of drawers and sat me atop it. I was totally passive and compliant in their hands. It just seemed so natural for me at that moment.

They carefully pushed me backwards so that I was lying down, then, guided by Maria, they lifted my legs high and wide and held me, gently but firmly, in place. Kathy had one leg, Nancy the other. Jude, crouching, stretched my little lips apart. It hurt a little. Maria dragged her chair over and sat facing me. Her head was level with my sex.

Lying on my back, held in position, I stared vacantly upwards. I can’t remember what I looked at. My mind was turned inwards. My awareness was all about what I was feeling. I felt helpless; I felt vulnerable, I felt that I was giving of myself — a kind of loving generosity to my darling Maria, and then to her acolytes. I felt strangely humbled by the attention. I felt Maria’s breath between my legs as she spoke.

“That’s right, Jude. Hold her open.”

I felt the others shift their position as they bent to look at me, exposed like that.

Kathy spoke. Gleefully she said, “I can see everything you’ve got, Sis. Everything!”

Somehow that simple statement really aroused me. I began to feel wanton — insofar as I interpreted the feeling. I tried to expose myself even more. I pushed my legs further apart so Nancy and my sister had to adjust their positions. I lifted my hips, tried to push my cunt out. I wanted to be touched, felt, penetrated, violated, anything! Suddenly trembling with urgency, I hissed, “Do it then. Do it!”

I heard Maria softly sigh, then felt her breath getting warmer and warmer, and then, as she whispered “Ohh… lovely,” I felt her lips brush against my clitoris.

I gasped. I groaned. I felt a sense of shock, of surprise. That briefest of touches: so soft, so gentle, so, so wonderful.

And then, and then — my God.

She started to lick me.

Her hot, wet tongue slipped into my slit and caressed those sensitive membranes with concentrated, deliberate purpose.

It felt utterly, utterly incredible.

Within seconds, it seems, I began to cry out, to moan.

“Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!” On and on.

I remember hearing myself, but I could do nothing about it.

Maria herself moaned and murmured as she did me.

With each long, slow, lascivious lick she whispered her pleasure. “Mmmm… beautiful… ooooh… gorgeous… mmmm…”

I floated away to where everything was pleasure, was ecstasy.

I felt her breath, her lips, and her tongue — especially her tongue. Licking me, probing me, penetrating me.

So dirty, so filthy in my mind. So, so sexy.

Her lips pursed around my clitoris, the tip of her tongue now tickling that desperate little point with tiny rapid movements.

Fast she licked it, then faster and faster.

I felt it coming. That feeling. Like before, it rushed upon me and swept me away. Stronger than the first.

I screamed. I cried out loud. I cried. I screamed her name. I screamed that I loved her. I screamed that I loved it! That feeling.

That strange, powerful, wonderful feeling.

My body arched strongly. I thrashed, I struggled, I writhed desperately as I came. The orgasm surged through me. Somehow the others held me in place. At one point I opened my eyes, wildly staring. I saw Nancy staring back at me. She was flushed, panting, she was gripping my leg. Stretching me wide.

And she was smiling.

I had to close my eyes again as another surge of orgasmic ecstasy shuddered through me, then another and another.

Maria was still licking me. She kept on doing it, but more gently… then gentler still.

Then Jude released her grip on my stretched labia and Maria instantly enveloped them — enveloped my whole vulva with her lips. She tenderly sucked it into her mouth. I heard her sucking and swallowing my juices, mingled with her saliva. She moaned again. “Mmmm.”

She moaned, I moaned.

Slowly the feelings subsided into that beautiful warm glow and Maria (I believe) reluctantly withdrew. The others helped me up and off the chest. They helped me dress. We didn’t say a word until we were about to leave the building.

Maria put her arm around my shoulders. She stroked my hair. I looked up at her. As she smiled down at me, I felt complete adoration. I felt so warm and so grateful, I knew that I would do anything for her. Anything she told me. I wanted her to take me. Make me hers. Make me her pet. Do anything she liked to me. I gazed at her beautiful face with love and longing.

All she said was, “How was it?”

It was enough. I had recovered enough composure to reply, smiling.

“Fantastic. It was fantastic.”

Then, as the others slipped out through the door into the sunlight, and Maria and I paused on the threshold, she leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially into my ear, her lips brushing my hair, “Good. We’ll do it more then. A lot more if you want. And you can do it to me, too.”

*****

As I stepped, blinking, into the bright light of the day I felt joyous.

I skipped to my lessons but didn’t learn a thing. I skipped home but didn’t speak to my sister. My mind was very much elsewhere — in a constant flight of fancy as I dreamed and dreamed of Maria. Fantasies overwhelmed me. I pictured a never-ending variety of scenes, vignettes where Maria and I indulged our desires.

I imagined that she loved me, adored me as much as I adored her. She held me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth, kissed me passionately like an actress on television being kissed by the hero. I pictured her whispering loving words in my ear as she undressed me, and then I would display myself to her — naked, exposed, supplicant in every way. “Maria, Maria, I’m yours. Do what you want to me.”

This prolonged sexual reverie had distracted me for hours, and now I lay awake in my bed idly stroking myself, my tiny fingers tracing delicately along the line of my labia. My sister was in the neighbouring bathroom. I was listening intently to her, counting through the stages of her toilet. Waiting eagerly for her to come into the room. To get into bed.

I heard Kathy on the toilet, heard the trickle of her urine and tried to visualise it. I imagined my face very close to her vagina — as if I was kneeling in front of the toilet bowl, watching her pee. Just inches away.

The thought aroused me. I thought of what Maria had done to me. I imagined doing the same thing to my elder sister. I suddenly realised that I wanted to do that. That I wanted to get my big sister naked, stripped bare. Then get her to open her legs so I could lick her. I wondered if Kathy would smell, even taste of pee. I wanted to find out.

I heard the toilet flush. A few seconds later, the door opened and Kathy came into the room. I watched her close the door and tiptoe across to her bed. In the half-light I saw she was wearing a nightdress. The same one as last night. I hoped that, like last night, that same nightdress would soon be up around her neck with her naked body laid out for my pleasure.

I waited silently as she got into bed. I saw as she lifted the covers then raised and swivelled her legs into place that she wasn’t wearing anything under her nightdress. My heart began to race in anticipation.

“Are you awake, Sis?” she whispered.

“Yes.”

A long pause. “You know today… with Maria…?”

“Yes…?” my heart was pounding now, my hand furtively feeling.

“Did it… did it feel — you know?”

This time I paused. I thought for a few moments about how to express how I felt. How I felt about Maria. But that wasn’t what I wanted from my sister. I loved Maria. I had a different love for Kathy, and just now I wasn’t interested in that kind of love. Just now, I wanted to be dirty. I wanted to smell my sister’s pee. I wanted to touch her where it was ‘naughty’. I wanted to find out how to do it properly with my tongue. I wanted to use my sister. I wanted to be in control.

So I didn’t reply. Instead, I pulled back the covers and padded across to Kathy’s bed and sat. I looked down at her. She was lying passively on her back, the covers were pulled up to her neck, her hands resting on the outside.

We didn’t speak for a moment, then Kathy reached across and started fiddling with the button on my pyjama trousers. “Why don’t you take these off and get in here with me?” she whispered. I could see her grinning in the faint light.

For a moment, I was unsure what to do. It would have been fun to strip off and get in with her. I would have enjoyed letting her have her way with me, but that wasn’t my plan. I had to take the risk. So I good-humouredly slapped her hand away, saying, “No. Don’t do that. I might take them off for you after. But first I want to do this!”

I abruptly pulled the bedclothes down to the bottom of the bed, revealing her fully to my inspection. Her nightdress was rumpled high above her knees, nearly at her groin, her legs slightly parted. To my delight, she didn’t move. She seemed happy to take the passive role. Like last night, I hoped.

She made as if to speak, but I quickly pressed my finger to my pursed lips and bent over so our faces were nearly touching. “Sssssh,” I insisted. “Don’t say anything.”

Then I reached down and started to pull her nightdress up. Obligingly, Kathy raised her hips.

I pulled it right up to her neck and made a point of reaching underneath, to make sure it was all the way up all the way around.

I told her to raise her arms above her head so I could pull the nightdress higher — part way along her arms.

Without a murmur she let me do it and, in so doing, I completely covered her face at the same time.

I sat back to take a long look at her. Seeing her lying there so compliantly thrilled me. Her body, faceless and completely naked, no longer seemed to be that of my sister. It seemed as if this lovely lithe, smooth young body spread before me was there purely for my indulgence. I was really, really aroused.

I placed my hands on the inside of her thighs and, with just the slightest pressure, she spread her legs wide for me.

I looked her up and down and tried to take in all the details. Her slim hips, her ribs, her belly button, her small pink nipples, her mound, her slit…

I leaned across her and switched on the side light so I could see better. The light cast a golden glow across Kathy’s body, leaving her covered face in shadow. Suddenly she appeared so much more anonymous to me… so much more exciting and enticing.

I put my hands on the inside of her thighs again, higher this time, nearly touching her vaginal lips. I spread her legs even wider and bent over that flat belly so I could see her sex clearly. “Lift a bit,” I instructed, and she duly obliged, lifting her little buttocks off the bed, bringing her cunt closer to my face. I bent closer, then closer still until my lips were touching her belly just above her pubic mound. She flinched at the contact; murmured, “Oh,” but didn’t move. I knew she would be able to feel my breath against her skin. I hoped she was as aroused as I was. I hoped she wanted the same thing as me.

I moved my hands to her buttocks and spread them apart so I could look at her anus. I was entranced again by that tight little hole. I moved my hand so I could touch it – lightly – with my fingertip.

Again she murmured, “Oh,” with an intake of breath.

I put my face even closer. Sniffed her. I wanted her to smell of pee. Of the toilet. I wanted this to be dirty, rude, forbidden.

There was just the slightest scent of urine, but it was enough. It strangely satisfied my need and somehow justified my wanton lewdness. It is difficult to explain, but I felt somehow vindicated in my desires – that what I did now would be the right thing to do.

I bent my head even lower and extended my tongue. With an almost overpowering surge of lust, I started to lick my sister’s cunt.

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