The Cunning Linguist – part-05

Within a couple of minutes, he once again had her in the throes of orgasm, her thighs clamped about his head, her hands in his hair. She finally pushed him away, too sensitive to allow him to continue.

Selena stopped teasing him and moved quickly to the couch to sit beside her friend. She flipped up her skirt and revealed the absence of any underwear.

“My turn,” she said without ceremony.

Greg smiled at her and moved from between Miranda’s legs to between Selena’s, which were of a paler, creamier complexion and thinner than her friend’s. Being already familiar with her pussy, he didn’t bother taking any time to study it, but rather dove straight in to the already wet slice of heaven. It wasn’t that he was hasty, one of the key things his sister had taught him was that a patient and slow build was almost always appreciated, and if a girl wanted something quicker, she’d be sure to let him know. And so that was the way he applied himself, remembering that although Selena’s pussy was already dripping with pleasure, she hadn’t yet had any foreplay. He did have the advantage of having pleasured her at his house, and so knew exactly which buttons to push to elevate her pleasure.

He didn’t let her off easy. Even with his tongue tiring, he made sure to give her a long, drawn-out build-up, waiting until she was begging him to give her release. When she did cum, he kept on licking without contacting her clit, just as he’d done for Miranda. He savoured her juices, teased her anus and flickered and fluttered his tongue over every inch of her pussy save for the little nub that would drive her to orgasm. Once he deemed her ready, he re-engaged with that pleasure button and focussed on working her to a second orgasm

When she’d cum for the second time, he climbed up off his knees and took a seat on the single chair that faced the lounge the girls were on.

“Well damn, you really do have a magic tongue,” Miranda said with a smile.

“Thanks,” Greg replied.

“And am I allowed to suck your dick?” Miranda asked.

“Yeah, I mean, sure, if you want to,” Greg replied. “But don’t feel you have to, I’m okay.”

“Is he for real?” Miranda asked Selena.

“I told you he was generous,” Selena assured her friend.

“That’s not generous, its saintly,” Miranda said in awe. “But I really want to suck you, Greg.” She stood up and stepped across the space between them, her nipples prominent against her tight shirt and drawing his eyes.

“Want to see them?” she asked, pulling her t-shirt off before he could even answer. Greg was stunned by the revelation of a pair of breasts almost as large as his sister’s, with large round, brown areolae. He instinctively reached for them, and Miranda did nothing to stop him. His cock lurched in his pants at the feel of the beautifully firm orbs in his hands. He squeezed them, playing as she moved to sit astride his legs. She played with his hair and pulled his face toward them. He happily took a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. He moved back and forth for a bit, teasing first one, then the other, before Miranda was sliding back off his legs and attacking his belt and jeans fastenings. He lifted his butt to facilitate the removal of his pants. His cock sprang free as his boxers followed his jeans to his ankles. He worked a shoe off, and Miranda pulled one leg off so she could push his knees wide and kneel between them.

If she was disappointed by his size, she didn’t say anything. She simply placed a hand against his abdomen, his cock held in the wedge between her thumb and forefinger to hold him vertical. She leaned in and he watched as her tongue wetted her lips before they parted to slide down over the head of his dick. He moaned as he was engulfed. Miranda sucked up and down his cock, her tongue working along the underside and flickering around each time it reached the tip.

She was enthusiastic and Greg felt his orgasm building quickly. He saw no reason to hold back, so he gave a quick warning when he felt he was going to explode. Miranda took his entire cock in her mouth and held him as he spurted his load down her throat.

“You look hot sucking dick,” Selena told her friend. Miranda swallowed everything Greg had fed her, and then replied with a simple thanks.

They all restored their clothes, which meant a simple flip of the skirt for Selena.

Greg thanked Selena for the help with his Chemistry and grabbed his things so that he could head for home.

— +++ —

Within moments of getting inside his house Lily came and found him, grinning like an idiot.

“How was the tutoring?” she asked,

“Good, Selena’s really smart and really knows how to explain Chemistry,” he replied, not taking the bait.

“I’m sure she does, but I’m also pretty sure that she wanted to do more than help you with that,” Lily pressed.

“Well given Miranda was there as well, it was really about the Chemistry,” Greg answered, hoping to shut her down.

“Oh, well, I guess that could make things interesting then.”

“Interesting?” Greg asked with a laugh. Lily had followed him to his room as they’d talked. He dropped his bag of books just inside the door and was about to go to his desk when Lily took his hand. Surprised, he turned back to see why. Before he had a chance to react, she kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

“I knew it! You taste like pussy!” she declared triumphantly.

“You’re imagining things!” Greg accused her, stepping back away.

“Nuh uh, tell me what went down, Greg. I need to know.”

“Need?”

“Want, then. Please tell me? I’ll make you cum….”

Well, okay then,” Greg agreed, “But I want to see your tits as well.”

“Sure,” Lily answered. She closed his door behind her and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Greg’s cock started to rise at the sight of her large breasts, clad in a peach coloured lace bra. As Lily reached around behind herself to undo the clasp, they were thrust even further from her chest. Greg swallowed as she let the bra fall away and her magnificence was fully revealed to him. Her nipples were pale pink, with large round areolae. He imagined sucking one into his mouth and teasing it.

“Come on then, pants off and tell me all about your adventures while I make you cum,” Lily instructed him. Greg stripped off his pants and sat on his bed while Lily knelt between his legs. She started gently stroking his cock as he related what had transpired at Selena’s house. The whole time he spoke Lily stroked him, occasionally dribbling saliva over him to lubricate his cock. He couldn’t believe how erotic it was, and he found himself taking his time and going into detail about exactly what he’d done, how it had felt, what each girl had looked and tasted like.

“Sounds so hot,” Lily moaned when he finally told her about exploding in Miranda’s mouth. “You really like that, don’t you? Cumming in a girl’s mouth.”

“It’s definitely awesome,” he laughed. Lily leaned forward and took his entire cock in her mouth.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned in appreciation. He let her continue for a couple minutes, but really wanted to see his sister laid out on his bed again, so he pulled her away from him. She looked at him quizzically, but she went with him as he guided her to his bed.

“Time for me to give you an orgasm,” he explained. He undid and removed her daisy-dukes before peeling her cotton bikini from her damp pussy. She watched his every movement, and he grinned when he met her gaze. Before he attacked her pussy, he leant over her and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking it joyfully while his hand seized her other breast. He sucked one and played with the other before swapping nipples. He could feel his sister squirming beneath him, grinding her pussy up at him. Her fingers wove through his hair and pushed at his head and he took the hint, kissing his way down her body to her pussy. He feasted on her and treated her to the benefits of the education she’d provided him, licking and teasing until she came for him. After a second orgasm, he stopped, crawling up the bed to lay beside her and play with her breasts while she lay next to him, recovering and commenting on how talented his tongue was.

“We really just need to teach you that one last thing,” she suggested.

“What thing?” he asked.

“You’ve forgotten already?” she asked him, somewhat incredulous. The blank look he gave her clearly indicated he had. She got up off the bed and straddled him, her pussy coming down on his cock, trapping it between them. She wiggled back and forth as his eyes went wide.

“Lily, no,” he said.

“Why not?”

“Because… we can’t, it’s like illegal,” he replied. Lily simply reached between her legs, adjusted her position and took him within her pussy.

“But it feels good,” she moaned as he slid inside her. Greg went to grab her hips and move her, but she slapped his hands away. The motion caused her to move on him, and a groan escaped his lips as the pleasure coursed through him.

“Lily,” he protested, though only half-heartedly

“Shh, it’s for educational purposes only,” she replied.

“Oh fuck,” was the only response he could muster as she leaned forward and ground her clit against him while his cock was buried within her. Lily rode him, working her pussy around on him, bumping and grinding and having fun.

Greg gave himself over to the pleasure of the experience, taking advantage of her swaying, swinging tits, playing with them and occasionally sucking on them

“Fuck me from behind Greg, stick that perfectly formed cock of yours as deep in me as you can,” Lily demanded after she’d ridden him for ten minutes. She climbed off him and allowed him to move before getting in position, ready to take him. Greg moved in behind his sister and admired her puffy wet pussy lips. He slid his tongue between them, driving it as deep as he could before sliding it up to her anus and rimming her. He spent a few moments working his tongue around her star-fished hole, enjoying the pleasured sounds she uttered at the contact.

When he was ready, he knelt behind her and slid his cock into her velvet insides, pushing deep until the root of his cock was within her, his body pressed against hers. Lily groaned, pushing herself backward and Greg started to slide in and out, his hand holding her waist. As he fucked her, he leaned to the side so he could see a sideview of her breast as it hung beneath her chest, swaying delightfully with the motion of their fucking.

“That’s it, fuck my pussy Greg,” his sister demanded. “Fuck me, and then fill my pussy with your cum.”

“You want me to cum inside you?” he grunted with surprise.

“Yeah, I’m on the pill, it’s safe,” she assured him. “Now pump my cunt full of cum!”

Greg gave a few final thrusts before exploding into his sister’s womb, holding himself still as his cock pulsed until he was empty and had nothing more to give. He sat back on his heels, his cock slipping from her. He saw Lily’s hand appear between her legs and she flipped onto her back before spreading her legs wide.

“Now make me cum again. Lick me Greg.” As he moved between her legs and prepared to eat her pussy again, her hand slipped away, and he saw his cum slip from within her to run down over her anus. He braced himself for the taste, then licked her clit, holding her lips wide with his fingers. He was determined not to let his reluctance to taste his seed on her show and bluffed his way through, using his tongue as thoroughly as he had before he’d fucked her. She squirmed and wiggled as he worked her pussy and within a couple of minutes she came again, body convulsing, breasts shaking delightfully on her chest.

“Damn Greg, that was amazing,” she muttered.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” he said, meaning every word. “But maybe you should take off before Mum or Dad come looking?”

“Probably a good idea. I’m not sure they realise you’re home yet. You might want to clean your face, though. Don’t want Mum smelling pussy on your face when she goes to kiss you.”

“Yeah, well at least she only kisses me on the cheek, not like my kinky-assed sister.”

“You love it,” Lily laughed.

“I love your tits even more,” Greg teased. Lily cupped the aforementioned melons within the t-shirt that she’d pulled back on and jiggled them at her brother before dragging her daisy-dukes back on without bothering with her underwear. She slipped from Greg’s room and he sorted himself out, still barely believing how the day had turned out.

— +++ —

“Hey Greg,” both Selena and Miranda called out as he passed in the hall.

“Hey Selena, Miranda,” he replied as he walked past with his friends.

“What’s with you and the Asian geeks?” Jake asked him once they were out of earshot.

“What do you mean?’

“You know what I mean,” Jake insisted. “Why is it that you’re suddenly all friendly with them? A couple of weeks ago you wouldn’t have acknowledged their existence, and there’s no way they would have said hello to you.”

“Selena’s been helping me with my Chemistry,” Greg replied.

“Well that’s probably good then, can’t have you missing football,” Jake replied.

“She’s actually really nice,” Greg replied, feeling the need to say something more than just having Selena thought of as a means to his continuing to play ball.

“Careful, next you’ll be slumming it with them,” Andy joined in.

“Hey, there’s no call for that,” Greg replied.

“Dude, they’re not exactly hot, are they? I mean, shit, they’re like four out of ten at best.”

“You might be surprised, if you saw them outside of school,” Greg replied.

“Huh, I’ll stick to hot cheerleaders and athletic chicks, thanks,” Andy said.

Greg let the matter drop. He wasn’t about to change his friend’s outdated opinions, and certainly wasn’t going to reveal how he’d come to change his own. He gave it a lot of thought throughout the day, and he found himself looking more closely at many of the girls he’d never paid any attention to, trying to guess what they’d look like without their clothes on. He was surprised when he looked objectively and without prejudice, just how many were more attractive than he’d ever realised. They just didn’t all put themselves on display like most of the popular girls.

Late in the day, alone at his locker, he was approached by Emma Whelan.

“Hey Greg, are you going to the party after the game this weekend?” she asked him.

“Oh, hi Emma, probably. I hadn’t really given it any thought yet,” he replied while assessing her through his new perspective. She wore a baggy t-shirt and jeans that almost appeared too big, hiding her figure. She was taller than he’d realised too, about five foot ten.

“Cool, well I hope you come, it would be good to see you there,” she said before wandering off down the hall. He watched her go, surprised that she’d even stopped to ask. Just as she was about to disappear through the door, Miranda and Selena came out of a side-corridor, greeted and left with her. The cogs in his mind started turning, and his cock started hardening. Could they have told Emma about his new-found talents? It had already been likely he’d go to the party after the game, but he decided then and there that he’d definitely be going just on the off chance it presented him with another opportunity to show off his skills.

— +++ —

The night of the party rolled around after the football team had won their game, and Greg was definitely in a mood to party. He offered to drive his sister, giving her the freedom to drink if she wanted to. He met up with his friends and chatted to them, but as they drank and he didn’t, he found himself working his way through the crowded yard of the house where the party was being hosted, and took the time to say hello and chat with people he hadn’t always bothered to talk to.

Selena and Miranda chatted to him happily and gave no indication that anything other than tutoring with Selena had happened. He bumped into Emma chatting with her friends around a fire bucket.

“Hey Emma,” he greeted her.

“Greg!” she said, smiling and clearly surprised he’d stopped to talk to her. She shuffled along the bench she was sitting on to create just enough room for him to perch beside her.

“You played really well today, Greg,” she said when he took the seat and stretched out his hands to the fire.

“Thanks, you were at the game then?”

“Always,” she replied. Greg was a little embarrassed that he hadn’t even realised, but then lots of people attended the games without his knowledge. It wasn’t like he would ever be able to keep a catalogue of who did and who didn’t.

“Do you play any sport?” he asked her.

“God no,” Emma laughed. “I’m way too uncoordinated. I can’t even dance to save myself.”

“Well maybe you’d make a good partner for me then, I can run and catch and hit things, but Lord knows I can’t dance. Hell, I tried Yoga once, and that was too much for me.”

“I love Yoga, it’s really the only exercise I get. If nothing else, it keeps me nice and flexible.”

“Well flexible is good.”

“Yeah just in case I ever want to become a human pretzel.”

“Now that’s something I’d like to see,” Greg laughed.

“Maybe you should,” Emma replied with a gleam in her eye.

“Be my guest,” Greg joked, indicating the space behind them.

“Oh no, there’s no way I’d ever do it in public!”

“So… you’re offering me a private show then?” Greg teased, holding Emma’s gaze, the firelight flickering and reflecting off her brown eyes.

“Maybe I am…”

“Hmmm, that could be… fun,” Greg laughed.

Emma turned and said something to her friend Mandy that Greg didn’t catch. Then she stood up and offered him her hand. “Come with me,” she said quietly with a smile on her face. Greg took her hand and let her lead him through the party. They threaded their way through the crowd, then inside and upstairs. Greg glanced around to see if anyone was taking note of their passage, and although people turned as they passed, no one seemed to pay particular attention.

Emma led him confidently into an upstairs bedroom that clearly belonged to a teenage girl. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Emma said, blushing, her dark shoulder-length hair falling about her face as she looked at the floor.

“You don’t have to,” Greg suggested.

“I want to, though,” she replied, “I hardly ever show off, and I need to do more of it.” She pulled her pullover off over her head and revealed a simple tight white t-shirt beneath. It was clear she was wearing a bra, though even with that, she didn’t have large breasts. Greg sat on the edge of the single bed and watched, surprised at how slender she was. She kicked her shoes off and slipped her baggy jeans down to reveal a pair of black cotton panties. Greg gave her an appreciative and what he hoped was a reassuring smile, as she started working her way through a number of yoga poses, each one stretching her a little more.

“That’s pretty impressive,” Greg suggested when she moved from yoga poses into the splits.

“Oh, I can do even better,” she said with a grin. She lay on her back, and with one leg flat on the floor, pulled the other one vertical, and then down toward her chest without bending her knee. Greg licked his lips as he eyed her crotch, wondering what her pussy would look like stretched out like it was. Emma managed to get her leg next to her head. She then moved again, bending her knee and tucking her ankle behind her shoulder.

“Holy shit, that looks painful,” Greg said in wonder.

“Not at all,” Emma laughed. Then she took her other leg and tucked its ankle behind her other shoulder, her elbows holding her legs in place practically behind her on the floor.

“That’s fucking amazing.” He struggled to lift his eyes from her panty-clad crotch.

“I heard a rumour that you have a pretty amazing talent beyond football and catching and hitting things,” she said looking up at where he sat on the bed. One hand drifted down to her crotch and her fingertips ran directly over the tight fabric.