The Cunning Linguist – part-03

“So, how’re you holding up post game and party?” Lily asked him.

“Pretty wiped, but you know, nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix.”

“Well I don’t think you should go to bed just yet. Now’s the perfect time for you to work on your stamina.”

“Stamina?” Greg asked.

“Yep, what if you’d picked someone up tonight? What if Selena had dragged you off somewhere and wanted to have her way with you? You would have had to perform, so I think you should practice performing when you’re tired. Come to my room and tongue fuck me.”

“Tongue fuck you? Just who are you?” Greg laughed. “A dirty-mouthed skank?”

“Not quite, I’m a horny dirty-mouthed skank who needs her brother’s tongue in her pussy,” she replied, spreading her coat and sliding her dress up to expose her panties to him again. She lifted the coat higher, gathering it about her waist and turned to leave the kitchen, her butt exposed to him. It showed him that she was wearing a thong rather than the bikini style he’d expected to see. She didn’t even look back, and Greg hustled to follow her.

His view of her pert ass on the way up the stairs behind her had him rock hard by the time he reached the top. Lily walked into her room, draped her coat over the back of her chair, and lay back on her bed, dress up around her waist and her legs spread. “Now, let’s get down to what we’re here for,” she said with a grin.

Greg went to his knees between her legs and ran his fingers over the lace at the front of her thong, teasing his finger down until it was stroking her panties against her pussy. He played with her for a while until he realised he could feel the moisture seeping from her pussy and soaking through the cotton gusset of her underwear.

“Lick me, Greg,” Lily moaned. “I need your magic tongue.”

“Magic, hey?”

“It’s getting there,” Lily smiled.

Greg took hold of his sister’s thong and pulled it down over her hips. She lifted her legs, bringing her knees together, and raised her feet high in the air. Greg slid the thong up, along her long, slender legs until she dipped her feet to allow him to remove the thong completely. Lily lifted her legs again and straightened them before spreading them wide in a split. Greg stared down at the familiar yet still wonderous sight of his sister’s naked pussy, his cock even harder in response. He didn’t wait for further invitation or instruction, but he dipped his head to run his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. He probed and teased, using his recently gained knowledge of what turned his sister on to build her pleasure. The suggestion that he needed to build his stamina had him thinking that he might just test hers, taking her to the brink of orgasm before deliberately backing off. Lily groaned in frustration.

“Tease,” she moaned.

Greg didn’t bother replying, he simply flicked his tongue slowly back and forth across her engorged clitoris. Again, he took her to the brink without letting her cum. The third time he gave her release, though didn’t relent. Even as she came, legs shaking and shuddering, he continued pleasuring her. He wasn’t mean about it, leaving her clit momentarily, but he kept his tongue and lips busy, sucking and licking at her lips, and then sliding his tongue down to tease her anus. As soon as he thought she could take it, he returned his attentions to her clit, gently circling it with his tongue before pressing more firmly. Lily’s thighs closed against his head, holding him tight rather than squeezing him out.

“Fuck Greg, fuck yes,” she moaned as quietly as she could. He rubbed his tongue harder and felt small shudders shake her body. He continued his assault on her clit and was rewarded when Lily came a second time. He knew she expected him to stop then, but he kept going, thinking back to her remarks about stamina. Her pussy was almost liquid, the juices of her pleasure flowing freely down between her butt cheeks to soak her bedding. She was gasping and panting, her hands clenching the covers of her bed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said simply, over and over again, as Greg went to town on her pussy. When he felt her fingers grabbing his head, he knew he had her close again. His tongue was almost raw, and his jaw ached, but he was determined to give her a third orgasm. When it came, it was almost violent in its intensity. Her whole body shook with her pleasure and Greg finally sat back, staring at his sister’s soaked, pleasured pussy, satisfied with his achievements.

“That was fucking amazing, Greg,” Lily complimented him. Her hair was a mess and her dress dishevelled, but she was grinning like a lunatic.

“Glad you enjoyed it. Time for me to go take care of things.”

“You mean sleep,” Lily laughed.

“After I relieve myself, yeah,” Greg commented. His sister gave him a look that gave him pause as he stood up.

“Why don’t you let me do that for you?” she asked.

“What?”

“You’ve been giving me all these orgasms, why don’t you let me give you one for a change?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep,” she replied simply, sitting up on the edge of her bed. She reached for him and pulled him close enough to grab his jeans, making quick work of the fastenings. She pulled his jeans and boxers down in one motion, his small but erect penis bouncing free.

Greg watched as his sister took his cock in her hand, encircling it with her thumb and forefinger as she started stroking him. He found himself unable to say anything. He was so horny from having given her three orgasms, and from the fact she was holding him, that he didn’t think he was going to last long, but he wasn’t about to announce the probability.

Lily pumped and stroked him, reaching beneath his cock with her other hand to cup his sac to gently roll his balls around. Greg groaned quietly and she looked up to meet his gaze, smiling. Greg noted how erect her nipples were against her dress and wished he was able to see them. He wasn’t about to ask though; things were already weird enough between them.

“Cum for me Greg, let me see you explode,” Lily hissed. Pre-cum was seeping from the slit at the top of his cock, and his sister brushed her hand over it to spread it over the head. It was quickly absorbed though, and didn’t provide the lubrication she clearly desired, so she leaned her head in toward him and drooled saliva over his erection, her hand continuing to pleasure him.

“Oh fuck, Lily,” he groaned as he felt his balls tensing with the impending ejaculation of his seed.

“Do it. Cum on me,” she moaned. That was enough to tip him over the edge. He came hard, his hot white load blasting out over her black dress as she kept stroking him until he had no more cum to give. “So hot,” she whispered as she looked down at the mess he’d made on her dress. “Guess I’d better do my own washing this time.”

“Um, yeah, probably,” Greg laughed. “And um, thanks.”

“No problem; now you’d better get your ass into your own bedroom.”

Greg lay awake for some time, adrenalin keeping him awake as he relived in his mind the sight of his sister’s hand on his cock, of her saliva running from her glistening tongue to fall over his manhood, and of his cum splattering against her dress.

— +++ —

Greg’s phone pinged to alert him to an incoming message, and he glanced at it. It was a message from Selena asking what time he wanted her to come over to help him with his Chemistry. He groaned. He’d barely awakened after the activities of the day and night before, and he hadn’t even begun to process what to expect for the day. The idea of Selena coming over was a pleasant one, but not so much the fact that he’d have to concentrate on Chemistry. He messaged her back, suggesting that she give him an hour so he could take his time waking, and so he could have his head sorted by the time she arrived.

After showering and dressing, he sat down to eat and had just finished some cereal as the doorbell rang.

“I’ve got it,” he called out to the family, and headed for the front door. He opened it and swallowed when he saw Selena standing there. She was wearing a cropped, tight white t-shirt with a scooped neckline that bared more chest than he’d have expected in addition to leaving her taut belly visible. It was tight enough to make it patently clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Matched with a pair of tight, short little black Lycra athletic shorts, it was enough to make meeting her gaze a struggle. He dragged his eyes up from her pert little B cups to meet her brown, almond-shaped eyes and invited her inside.

“So, all ready for a chemical burn?” Selena joked after saying hello and following him inside.

“Um, yeah, you make it sound so appealing,” he laughed. By the time he’d led Selena through to the kitchen where he’d intended for them to study, both his mother and sister had appeared, curious as to who’d rung the doorbell.

“Oh, hey Selena,” Lily greeted her.

“Mum, this is Selena. Selena, my mother Olivia,” Greg said, making the introductions. If his mother noticed or disapproved of the way the girl was dressed, she didn’t say anything. It certainly wasn’t the first time a girl had come around dressed to impress her fit footballing son.

“A pleasure to meet you Selena. What brings you around?”

“Greg was looking for some help with our Chemistry course, and I offered to help him out.” Olivia looked impressed that Greg had asked for help, but she didn’t say anything about it. Nor did either of the women comment on Selena’s provocative outfit.

“Maybe we should study in your room, so there’ll be no distractions,” Selena suggested when they had a moment without anyone listening in.

“If you want to. You’ll have to give me a moment to clean it up a bit, though.”

“Sure thing,” Selena said with a smile. He ran upstairs and threw dirty clothes into his hamper and quickly scanned for anything untoward. He gave it a quick spray of aftershave, hoping to mask any smells, and then went back down to let Selena know it was safe for her to follow him upstairs. Given how the shorts she wore clung to her tight little buttocks, he wished he could find an excuse for her to go first, but he settled for any other glimpses he could manage.

They set up side by side at his desk. Greg pulled out his Chemistry textbook, and Selena asked him which parts of it he was struggling with.

“Just the bits between the front and back covers,” he laughed, only mostly joking.

“Then maybe for today we should just focus on the current stuff we’re doing, the organics,” Selena suggested.

“Sounds good, it would be nice to get a grade that keeps me on the field,” he replied. For a full fifteen minutes Greg managed to concentrate on the Chemistry, but the way Selena’s t-shirt clung to her pert breasts became too hard to ignore. He kept stealing glances, the darker shade of her nipple like a beacon demanding attention.

“See something you like?” Selena asked him with a smile after busting him looking.

“Um, I’m so sorry,” he stammered out, mortified.

“Why?”

“Well, for um… you know, looking,” he said lamely, surprised by the question.

“It’s okay, I mean it’s not like I didn’t expect it, after dressing like this for you.”

“What?”

Selena just laughed. “Did you think I offered to help you with your Chemistry just to help your grades?” she asked him. Greg was thrown completely off balance.

“Well to be honest, yeah, that’s exactly what I thought.”

“You’re hilarious. Just because I’m a smart little Chinese girl doesn’t mean I’m immune to being horny, you know.”

“Horny?”

“Hell yeah. Do you know how often we smart girls get completely ignored by you jocks? You don’t even see us. You’re all so caught up in the cheerleaders and athletes that we don’t even register on your radar. But then there you were at the party, suddenly talking to me. And I heard something that made me curious enough that getting to come over here was too good an opportunity to pass up.”

“Um, dare I ask what it was?”

Selena leaned in close to him and said quietly, “I heard you had a magic tongue.”

“Who told you that?” he asked in amazement. After all, the only person he was aware of that might have said such a thing was Lily.

“I’m not going to reveal my sources, but I was hoping maybe I could find out if it was true,” Selena suggested. “What do you say Greg, will you treat me to a magic tongue lashing?”

“Just like that?” he asked, amazed.

“Well, you could perhaps kiss me first,” she giggled and leaned in close to him. He glanced down at her flat lips, glistening with gloss. He wasn’t silly enough to miss the cue, and he turned to her enough that he could press his lips to hers. He found her tongue quickly worming its way between his lips and met it with his own, his cock hardening at the sudden turn of events. They kissed for several minutes before breaking, both breathing heavily, their faces flushed from their shared passion.

Greg decided to take the lead. Selena had stated clearly exactly what she wanted, and he wasn’t about to deny her, given it presented him the opportunity to test the skills he’d developed with his sister’s help. He stood and offered Selena his hand. She grinned and took it, standing up and allowing him to lead her to his bed, detouring only slightly to close and lock his door. It was unlikely they’d be interrupted by anyone, but that was no reason to take a chance!

Greg was surprised by the intensity of the desire in Selena’s eyes as he moved to join her on his bed. They kissed again, this time lying beside each other. Greg slid his hand along the smooth expanse of her thigh until his fingertips reached the hemline of her shorts. He teased at her shorts for a few moments while his tongue duelled with hers, then he cupped her buttock, squeezing it. Selena gave a satisfied moan in response. Greg grasped her bum for a few moments, then slid his hand up over her t-shirt toward her breast. When she made no move to stop him, he took it in hand, her hard nipple pressed against his palm through the stretched cotton. Selena rolled onto her back and Greg slid his hand back down to her shorts. He pulled at them, eager to see the treasure within, anticipating what delight it would bring him and what pleasure he could impart.

Selena seemed equally keen, wiggling her bum to assist him in removing the tiny shorts to reveal an even tinier black thong beneath. Greg moved down the bed and took up position between Selena’s legs. He reached for her thong and pulled it slowly from her, dragging it down her pale, skinny legs. He was surprised to find Selena’s pussy shaved bare. He’d had no reason to expect it one way or the other, but he was surprised regardless.

She parted her legs for him, and he took in every detail of her as he moved closer and closer to his target. Her inner lips protruded from beyond her labia majora, and he stroked a finger gently over them, laying them flat against first one side, then the other side of her pussy. Selena propped herself up on her elbows, watching as Greg gently parted her lips to reveal the wet pink interior.

“Like what you see?” Selena asked with a smile.

“It’s beautiful,” he replied earnestly. As if to confirm his belief, he dipped his head and ran his tongue along the path just taken by his fingers.

He licked gently all around her before eventually sliding his tongue between her lips, first up then down. He teased and probed gently, exploring, listening carefully for the cues that would tell him he’d found one of her triggers.

With no intention other than to provide Selena with the most pleasurable experience he could, he set to doing exactly that. He used every nuance he could to build Selena quickly toward her first orgasm. He didn’t stop when she came, but instead teased her through it, guiding and nudging, extending her pleasure without taking her beyond what she could enjoy. As she recovered, he began building her up again. She was completely slick with the pleasure she was experiencing, and Greg devoured her juice, delighting in both her flavour and in knowing he was bringing her so much joy.

“Fuck, stop, I can’t take any more,” Selena gasped, pushing his head back after she’d cum for the fourth time.

Greg sat back, Selena’s juices coating his chin, the taste of her filling his mouth, and her scent lingering in his nose. He lay beside her on the bed and cupped a breast through the t-shirt she hadn’t removed.

“That was fucking amazing,” she purred as he gently kissed her and squeezed her firm little breast. Her hand strayed toward him, caressing him, moving toward his crotch. With a gentle touch he forestalled her.

“This was just about you,” he replied. “About giving you a taste of the magic tongue, so to speak.”

“But what if I want more?”

“Then that’s what next time is for,” Greg suggested.

“Next time? What makes you think there’ll be a next time? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.”

“Um, yeah, well, perhaps it’s just my way of hoping you’ll be enticed back for a next time,” Greg laughed, surprised at how quickly she’d discarded any suggestion they’d be dating. He decided not to press the issue.

“Well if you’re going to do that to me again, I’m pretty sure I could be convinced,” Selena smiled.

“I don’t suppose you could actually help me with my Chemistry now?” he asked when she’d pulled her underwear and shorts back on.

“I think that would be an appropriate thanks for your efforts,” Selena replied with a smile. She pulled her thong and tiny shorts back on and they returned to sit at Greg’s desk.

They managed a full half hour of study before Selena turned to Greg and asked him, “Do you think you could make me cum again?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, like that was so amazing, I really want to see if I can cum again,” Selena practically purred at him.

“Well sure, I’m willing if you are.”

Selena practically leapt to her feet, but before Greg could join her, she’d slipped between him and the desk, straddling his lap and facing him. She ground against him and thrust her tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately. Greg ran his hands down her back and up her sides, then back down and behind her to cup her tight buttocks, squeezing firmly.

“Mmm, well someone’s enjoying this,” she grinned, grinding against his erect cock.

“Hard not to,” Greg replied. Selena grabbed hold of her white t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, exposing her perfectly pert breasts. Her nipples were more brownish than pink, and they stood alertly at the tips of her boobs, thrusting proudly from cone-shaped areolae, stiff enough that Greg imagined they could have cut a proverbial glass sheet. He couldn’t imagine a pair of more perfect nipples.

“Like them?”

“God yes, they’re perfect,” he said.

“You’re allowed to touch them, you know.”

Greg grinned like a kid in a candy shop as Selena leaned her elbows back on his desk to provide him room. Greg gently placed a hand on each breast, squeezing gently, loving the feel of her nipples on his palms. He played for a couple of minutes, Selena continuing to grind on him. He was secretly pleased she’d made no mention of his size while she did so, and he hoped to send her on her way without exposing himself. He bent his head to her left breast, sucking the nipple deep into his mouth and then letting it slip back far enough to tease it with his tongue and teeth. Selena allowed him to tease and stimulate her breasts as he moved back and forth between them for some time before asking Greg to move on to the main purpose. She slipped from his lap, pushing his chair back from the desk on its castors. She slipped her shorts and soaking wet thong from her legs and then, placing a foot on his chair between his legs, levered herself up off the ground to sit on the edge of his desk. She spread her knees wide and beckoned him closer.

“Eat me Greg. Use that magic tongue to make me cum again.”