Hugh Flungit - Gay-Girl Games

Ask a foolish question…

Stupid me! I felt like a smart-ass moron. The know-it-all kid. I should have foreseen everything, of course. Better yet, the idea should have been mine to begin with. Of course! After all, I was already pretty well oriented to this kinky twist in our relationship, at least to the degree that orientation was possible without a guidebook. Now it was simply a matter of exercising my powers and privileges-and remaining alert to these strange new responsibilities that kept cropping up. I had sure missed out on this last one.

But that was the advantage of being boss; moron or not, I sure wasn’t missing out on the fun. I had to give Alix credit, the way she had planned and executed that leisurely maneuver. Talk about being well-oriented!-indeed, solidly oriented at the moment, down there on her knees beside the bed, a girl who knew her place, kissing my feet. Both feet now. And how smoothly she had accomplished the switch, bringing one foot to the other, kind of gathering them together and gradually sinking to the floor. I didn't realize what was happening until it was over. Some know-it-all, lying there all that time and waiting for her to undress me and start doing her thing. She was doing her thing! I was just too darn dumb to understand. But then again, well, maybe it was because I hadn't seen her true nature demonstrated before, at least not with such complete candor.

I was sure seeing it now. How that kid worshiped me! She had both my feet in her hands and was covering them with kisses, a thousand moist-mouthed caresses. At times she almost swallowed a few toes, sexy red nail polish and all, while that squirmy little tongue of hers took some in-between licks that were hotter and wetter than any tub of bathwater. Probably more sanitary, too, judging from the effect on the soles of my feet. I had never felt so clean on the outside and so deliciously dirty inside, that was how her spit-swab tongue affected me.

After a while the feverish kisses began traveling up over my ankles. I rested upon my elbows, lifting my head to get a better view" She was moving faster now, reaching ahead with her hands to get a grip on my panties, making funny little noises in her throat, little whimpers of desire. The garment was slipped down and off with only token assistance from me. I felt my own desire mounting steadily.

I felt something else though, a kind of omnipotent power that had become too prevalent to ignore. Alix was breathing heavily, aroused, panting for that first mouthful of cunt but still paying homage on the way up. My thighs were quivering, seared by the heat of her lips, the hot breath from her lungs. And still I had that other feeling, the power thing, and it was becoming a special need all by itself, a need to demonstrate my control over this longtime friend who was now my slavish lover.

Another minute and it might be too late. She was nearly at the end of her journey. I could have rasped out an order, of course, just to take the initiative. Suck my cunt! Something like that, anyway. But it wouldn't have been enough, it wouldn't have satisfied this weird craving of mine. And it would have sounded raspy, all right, maybe even unintelligible; my tongue felt thick and unwieldy, the inside of my mouth dry with excitement. What if I tried to speak and just croaked like a frog? No, it was a possible embarrassment that I didn't care to risk. Wasn't there some other way, something that could be done in silence?

Some other way. Hmm. That way?

My mind pulled back, unable to cope with the notion. I was swept by a wave of emotion, part shock, part curiosity, all in a surging dizziness. It was something we had never tried. And yet, vaguely, I recalled how close she had come, close enough to make the bizarre idea seem less daring somehow. My body began the movement almost of its own accord, twisting in a slow spiral that rolled me over onto my stomach. As if it had already seized upon the impulse and was rushing ahead before my stupefied mind could say no…

"Sue? You want me to kiss your ass?"

I shuddered, more stunned than ever, absolutely tongue-tied as her bold words echoed inside my skull. But my hand bestirred itself and managed to answer the question, moving around behind my back in a pointed gesture. And then, an instant later, her open mouth was trailing its damp and steamy caress up the backs of my thighs with apparently eager compliance.

Sound was welling up within me, about to break loose in a cry that might easily penetrate the locked door and strike some curious ear. I reached for a pillow and brought it under my face in time, muffling the noise. Just as the pillows of my flesh all but muffled Alix's moan back there, a moan that I felt as an inflamed breath and heard only as faint hum. My body reacted by itself, wriggling around to welcome and adjust to the smooth skinned wedge of pressure that was broadening the crevice between my buttocks. And then at last the tip of her tongue touched me intimately, warm and wet and slimy, probing for the ultimate intimacy back there-and when the final thrust came I was just alert enough to stave off a scream and bury the resultant sob in the pillow.

The sensation was as sexy as anything I'd ever known. Better yet, I was fulfilling that special need of mine, the power thing. It made me feel almost regal. And in some crazy way, it ended my fear of embarrassment and gave me the courage to speak up and say what had to be said.

"Darling? Alix?"

"Hmm?"

"I love that. Do you?"

"Mmm… "

"Your tongue. You like what you're doing with your tongue, you sexy girl? You'd better. Because you're going to be doing it often from now on."

"Umm… anytime… "

"Anytime is right, anytime I tell you to. You'll kiss my ass, you'll rub your face in it, you'll lick my asshole. And you'll love it more each time. Uh-huh. You love it now. Because you're my slave, that's why, my sexy little slave-girl who loves my ass and my cunt and my feet, isn't that right?"

"Nnngg!" Her head bobbed frantically.

She was replying in her own way, obviously in complete accord with everything I said. Only I didn't have to say much any more. Still, even in the ensuing silence, punctuated only by a sigh or a moan once in a while, I went on demonstrating my power in an indolent fashion, jutting up and squirming around every now and then to emphasize the ever increasing depth of her slavery. Along with the ever-increasing urgency of my demand for her slavish tongue.

It was one of our favorite places, especially when the weather turned warm. The woodland glade-our glade-was only a short stroll out of town and yet almost like an uncharted wilderness that we had discovered. Kind of a little world all our own. So pretty! The thick foliage softened the rays of the sun, allowing only shadow-dappled light to filter through. The grass with its mossy patches spread like a luxurious green carpet under our bare bodies. Was there ever a spot more conducive to love?

We were in a giggly mood though, telling jokes and tussling around playfully, all in good fun, laughing it up before getting down to serious business. But then, as so often happened in such circumstances, Alix got impatient and couldn't wait any longer; she ducked her head between my thighs and ended the hilarity. Except for one last prolonged giggle that oozed from her lips and made direct contact with my flesh, muffled but still audible. Tangible too, actually, a tickling titillation that inspired me to further humor.

"Hey, wipe that smile off your face."

It was meant to be funny-humor of a sort, at least-but her immediate obedience was total and to the point, banishing laughter in favor of love. I started writhing responsively, arching upward in a pelvic thrust to offer easy access to that tongue of hers, the purveyor of my personal pleasure. And pretty soon I was going up and down like that, rubbing the length of my cunt against her face and getting all slippery there, both of us. Only it wasn't exactly necessary, I realized; my eager admirer had energy to spare, energy enough for two; why waste the effort? I slowed my share of the activity to an eventual halt and succumbed passively to my sex-drugged senses, concentrating on that one vital contact but drifting gradually into a state of infinite sensuality. There was a completeness now, a oneness with the environment.