Chapter 5: Alfred’s in trouble

Again I could feel June’s irate presence above me, her small feet on either side of my head. And then she squatted and her black stiff pubes tickled my lips.

“You better be better at this,” she said. “Lick me.”

I darted my tongue out and found her slit was still open from my short penetration. It was hard for me to get my bearings in that unfamiliar furrow just by touch, and just by the touch of my tongue and lips at that. I wish I could have seen what I was doing, but she was June, and she was angry, so I knew better than to speak.

I passed my tongue up and down through her gash, and though her lips were small, at their joining I found the bud of her clitoris, and flicked my tongue at it, slowly, trying to lick it out of its hood like a dog gets at something. Even when I pushed my tongue lower, in the salty, lumpy expanse of her vulva, I kept my upper lip twitching on the little bud. She liked it, or so it seemed, and pushed her hairy mound almost painfully against my nose. Further down still my tongue found her vaginal opening, so narrow it seemed unlikely even my risible organ could enter it, and so I just licked the opening gently. Her clitoris had grown out of proportion with the rest of her small genitals, or maybe it was just the way it felt in mouth; I tried to visualize it, pink and swollen, at I lapped it again and again, with more application than I thought possible. suddenly she stopped moving altogether. She did not make a noise, but almost immediately she rose and I felt confusedly her feet hammering the mattress around my head.