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.

Then she knelt again. Her cold round buttocks hit my face. She was now facing away from my head, looking toward my feet, and more.

“Lick my ass,” she said.

I had never done it and the thought filled me with revulsion. As I rubbed my tongue through her groove, without finding the exact opening of her anus, I felt hair and sweat, although it did not really taste as bad as I had feared.

It seemed like she did not even enjoy it, she just wanted to degrade me. What pleased her much more was my penis, of which she had got hold. After its early exertions it lied on my newly-shaved belly, short and soft. But she had grabbed it with tree fingers tugged on it mercilessly. I could feel it, still flaccid, being painfully stretched to the greatest extent it could be. I could feel her amusement at what a small,. When she tired of that she started pulling back my foreskin so roughly it hurt, revealing my small wet glans.

“Leave some for the others,” May said.

“Fine.” June skidded forward and I could now feel her round buttocks on my midsection, as she kept on playing with my genitals now right in front of her.

Someone else sat on my face, but it wasn’t May’s heavy body. I felt a mat of short, hard hair on my face and I smelt again, stronger, Phryne’s spiceful odor. Her wide, moist lips spread on my cheeks and her lithe thighs pressed around my head.

“You found the spot with your little dick,” she said. “Now find it with your mouth.”

“I could do it better if I could see. I’d do it really well,” I dared to say, in a voice muffled by the intimate flesh pressed on me.

“Not a chance,” June answered. “Get to it or I’ll really hurt you.”

I started licking her small clitoris and her heavy, leathery lips till covered in secretions. Then she put her hand on my hair, pushed it lower. I obeyed, reached the opening of her vagina and slid my tongue in her, thrusting it out of my mouth so far it felt about to rip. I circled her wide pit and stopped when I felt her shiver. Was it the same spot, he wondered, when the tip of my penis had touched her, or more exactly where she had touched herself with it? It was on the front wall of her vagina, deep enough inside that I could only touch it with the extremity of my outstretched, flicking tongue.

“Don’t stop,” Phryne moaned.

“Don’t stop,” June insisted with her hand cupped around my scrotum and penis.

Now Sophie’s black friend was rubbing herself over my face, I felt her coarse-haired crotch bump unpleasantly against my nose, her small round buttocks pummel my cheeks.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she repeated. I of course kept licking, wondering about the spiceful crotch upon my face. How pink was it, how black? How did those big leathery lips look, spread like moist wings? Maybe it was these interrogations that affected my much-tormented penis, which I felt stiffen and enlarge in June’s tight grasp, just as Phryne finally froze with a shout. After the briefest of hesitations, I kept licking the sensitive spot, and she lingered there on the obliging twitches of my tongue, speechless.

When she eventually moved on my face was drenched and May wiped them roughly with some towel.

“It’s my turn,” she insisted.