Hugh Flungit - Gay-Girl Games

"Well, sure, but that was before… uh… "

"Darling!"

"See you at Troy High next fall, okay?"

"Okay. Hey, we've got something to celebrate now."

"So why all this talk? Let's start celebrating. Uh, if you'll just move your hand out of the way… "

I was still gloating over the good news. By her own choice, no private school; wasn't it wonderful? The girl was mine, more so than even my elated mind could cope with at the moment. Suddenly impatient, I ended the obstruction to seize a handful of hair and force her back down into my hot flesh. Her mouth was already open, buried between my thighs, burrowing into all that sexy softness with a kind of special softness of its own. Soft but firm of purpose! Devouring me. Devouring my cunt. Setting everything afire down there with the licking flame of her tongue. Flashes of sensation kept the rest of my body aroused streaking inward from every extremity to converge and be gulped by the all encompassing vacuum of that gloriously greedy mouth. Churning in compulsive lust I scissored my legs wider apart to expose more of myself to, the suction. And soon I was arching upward at the source of my ecstasy, assisted by the scooping hands that cupped me from below and welcomed by that exquisitely stabbing tongue above…

"Sue? Do you like that?"

"Love it!"

"Tell me, tell me."

"Hmm?"

“Talk to me. Tell me what you like most."

It s all good. Everything. You're doing fine."

"I'll do even better if… uh… " She peered up out of imploring eyes, still kissing, her words garbled but intelligible, a sound of beseechment. "If you kind of take charge, you know? Darling? Won't you talk to me, tell me what turns you on, what pleases you? It's my pleasure to give you pleasure… "

"Suck! Don't make so much noise."

“Mmm… "

"Like that. Yeah. Suck my cunt!"

Her response was almost frantic, apparently provoked by the sharpness of my lewd command. And once again I recognized something more significant than the moment called for, too big and important to cope with in my present state of sensuality. I had to pigeonhole it for future reference, already too immersed in my own immediate involvement, drunk on the wine of erotic intoxication. I could sense my coming climax, the thrill of thrills, coming…

"Do it, darling, do it, do it!" Evidently so could Alix, sensing it in the depths of my flesh, my feverishly lurching body. "Do it to me, drown me, come in my mouth!'

In the same way perhaps Alix's house was grander than mine, so did sex in her room seem more perfect. At my place it was a once in-a-while thing, a novelty really, possible only when I was sure nobody else would be home. Privacy-safety-was of prime consideration in such aventure. And even aside from all that monied luxury, freedom from fear of discovery made the Moreau mansion an infinitely more practical locale for our secret fun. Her room was at the end of an upstairs corridor, a snug sanctuary with the door bolted. Safe almost any time of day or night…

"There now, it's locked. Let's get comfy, hmm? Sue? Aren't you going to undress? Want me to help you?"

I lay angled across her bed, lazily asprawl but still in my clothes-except for the sandals already on the floor, discarded in deference to the clean bedspread. "I'm in no hurry. You first. Go ahead, get naked, give me some inspiration."

"Naked. Glad to." Alix complied readily, shedding her garments in helter-skelter haste. "But if you're just going to lie there and tease me… "

"Is that what I'm doing? Teasing you? I had no idea. It's your own fault, you greedy girl, must you be so impatient? After all, we just got here." Then, as if the issue were too trivial to pursue, I lifted one bare foot and peered at it critically. "Hey, you haven't even noticed my nails, the job I did on them last night. I'm really getting the hang of it. See how shiny? I'm not too sure about this wild shade of red, though. What do you think?"

"Mmm, nice. Real sexy."

"Sexy? My toenails?"

"Well… "

I swung my raised leg toward her, toes pointed and wriggling for attention. She bent slightly, taking a closer look. It was all quite casual-just something to giggle about-until I spotted the familiar expression on her face, a fascinated gaze usually reserved for my nude body. Kind of sluttish, the lip-licking if somewhat wistful leer of a dirty-minded little tomboy, hot enough to arouse me every time. Only it was more of a puzzle now; what could she be leering at? A free show maybe, a sneaky peek up my leg? But there wasn't that much leeway as yet, not inside the knee-length skirt I had on, a bit droopy but still almost demurely in place. No, she couldn't have been ogling my legs. So what was that horny look all about?

My feet?

A sudden surge of emotion went through me, flooding my mind with weird possibilities. I felt a sense of power. This lover of mine, this sex-crazy kid-so worshipful!-it was as though she wanted to put herself under my control. As though I could make her do anything that struck my fancy. Crawl or grovel or-well, anything. I could tell. The gleam in those transfixed eyes, rapturous, aflare with the urgency of lust. Hungry eyes, hungry but humble. As if they were begging me to command her. Or daring me? Umm, no, the horny gaze still glistened with apparent adoration. And yet I rather fancied the idea of taking it as a challenge…

"Sue. I-I love you."

"Do you, darling?"

"Let me show you how much. Let me suck your-"

"Soon. But is that all you can think of?"

"Huh? Oh. You know… whatever… " Her voice faded.

"Whatever?"

But she refused to be drawn out on the subject, languishing in mute despair, an almost stubborn silence-except for a small moan of comprehension as I moved to answer my own query, pressing the upraised foot to her lips. I pressed hard, forcing, terribly aware of the risky audacity of my impetuous act. But force wasn't necessary, it appeared-not after that first meaningful nudge, anyway-her pliant lips were already obeying my unspoken but unmistakable command, hot upon my foot, kissing the sole, the arch, seemingly grateful for whatever I might deign to offer.

My skin twitched to the unfamiliar touch- was that her tongue now?-prickling with newly discovered sensitivity. So ticklish! Only it sure didn’t make me laugh. Delightful as the moist caress might be, its deeper significance was like some fantastic new breakthrough, still too profound to grasp. I could only luxuriate in the lush splendor of each fleeting moment, astonished by the ease of my conquest and all but overwhelmed by its unprecedented excitement. Except for my now somewhat tiring position, I would have remained happily entranced there, under the spell of that devoted mouth of hers. Oooh, such a mouth! But I was getting a bit stiff by then. Couldn’t all that concentrated devotion be spread around a little and perhaps shared by my other foot, the one that was beginning to feel so neglected?

Our minds must have been tuned in on the same channel. Alix was already reaching out, making a change of some sort. A slow-motion scramble. Looking for a way to get comfortable herself, no doubt, but with a minimum of intrusive confusion-or without a major upheaval, at any rate. Or so I figured. Anyhow, it was her maneuver, not mine, and I just played along and waited until she got ready to come to bed and do her thing. Which might take ages, considering all the clothes I still had on; oh shit, she hadn’t even unzipped a zipper or unbuttoned a button for me-what kind of help was that? Why didn’t she just grab hold and get it over with? What was she fussing around with my bare legs for? Wasn’t it about time she started panting for her mouthful of cunt? Where was she going, what was she doing down there? What now?