The Cunning Linguist – part-06

“Is that right?” he asked, pleased at the turn of events. He’d formed a suspicion of what motive she might have for this private performance that had apparently come from nowhere, but he hadn’t been willing to bank on it.

“Yeah, I heard you had some sort of magic tongue?”

“Is that why you decided to pretzel yourself?”

“Pretty much. Do you want to see what this looks like when I’m naked?”

“Um, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be human if I refused an offer like that,” Greg laughed.

Emma moved her arms and released her legs, then stood up from the floor. She pulled her top off and removed a padded white t-shirt bra. Her breasts were tiny, with eraser-like nipples, but she didn’t pause for Greg to admire her. She bent and removed her panties, revealing a pussy completely bare of hair. Naked, she stood nervously for a moment while Greg surveyed her narrow hips and tiny waist along with everything else on display.

“Damn you’re sexy,” he complimented her.

“Thanks,” she replied. “I hope I’m not too small,” she added, her hands going to her breasts self-consciously.

“No such thing,” Greg replied. He was rewarded with a grin, and Emma returned to the bed and pulled her legs back into the same position they’d been in before, presenting him with the most incredible view of her pussy and asshole he could possibly have asked for. “That is amazing,” he said in admiration and moved to kneel on the floor where he could get in really close to her. He ran his fingers gently over her pussy, taking some time to admire it before he dove in. He traced his fingers over the soft skin of her labia, and teased the labia minora that peeked from between them, spreading them out over the labia majora, the pink interior of her pussy glistening in the dim light of the room.

He glanced up to find Emma watching and smiling, then ran his tongue up the slit of her pussy, flicked it delicately around the nub of her clit and then back down again. Emma gave a sigh of pure pleasure.

Greg plunged his tongue into the delicious depths of her pussy and swirled it around. He sucked on her pussy lips and slid his tongue down to the bottom of her slit then lower, fluttering the tip against her anus, drawing a small squeal of shocked delight from Emma. He teased the tight little puckered hole and then returned to her pussy, focussing on her clit. He wanted her to cum quickly because he didn’t want the first orgasm to be her only orgasm. He worked her clitoris this way and that, flicking it with his tongue before swirling it around and then lapping at it. As Lily had taught him, he again listened for the cues that told him when he was getting things just right for her.

Within a few minutes he had her shuddering on the bed and she released her legs from under her elbows, wrapping them around his neck instead, holding his face against her orgasmic pussy. He gave her little relief, continuing to lick her, gently caressing her clit, his tongue swirling around and around without applying too much pressure. Emma was mewling pleasurably under his attentions. When he sensed she was ready, he renewed his attentions, applying more pressure, keeping contact with the little swollen nub.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming again,” Emma moaned, and her thighs clamped to the side of Greg’s head as she shook her way through a second orgasm. When her thighs relaxed, he lapped at her pussy, tasting the juices and enjoying the fruits of his labour.

“You’re still going?” Emma gasped when she realised he wasn’t about to stop.

“As long as you still want me to,” he replied briefly.

“Oh God yes,” Emma hissed. “At least, I think I want you to, I’m pretty fucking sensitive right now.”

“I’ll go easy on you for a while,” Greg assured her, returning his tongue to her lips and down to her asshole again, her juices having slicked it up.

“I need dick Greg,” she urged him when he’d given her a third orgasm. “Please fuck me.”

“Maybe,” he grinned.

“Maybe? You can’t say maybe, just fuck me already, please!”

“Well, when you beg like that,” he laughed. He stood up, ignoring the protests of his knees. He stripped his pants down, his cock springing free.

“I um, hope it’s not too small,” he said, suddenly self-conscious.

“No such thing,” she replied with a generous smile. She repositioned herself on the bed and spread her legs welcomingly as Greg moved between them. He paused to suck on her nipples, enjoying their stiffness in his mouth, grazing them with his teeth, pulling on them with his lips and flicking them with his tongue. He moved back and forth between them, feasting.

“Give me your cock, Greg,” Emma begged, pulling his face from her breast. He reached down between his legs and held his cock as the head pressed against the wet warmth of her pussy. He pushed inside, groaning as he slid inside her tight tunnel.

“God, that feels good,” Emma purred in his ear as he began sliding in and out. He was horny as fuck from having brought her to orgasm, and he wasn’t going to last long. He let Emma know.

“I don’t care! God, just fill my pussy with cum,” she urged him.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m on the pill, pump me full, Greg!” He pushed himself up on his hands and fucked her hard and fast and shortly after, exploded inside her.

“Wow, that was so good,” Emma purred as he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.

“You’re not done yet,” he whispered. He slid down the bed, kissing his way down her body. Emma barely moved and Greg surmised she was probably unsure of what was happening. He gently pushed her legs further apart and set to licking her pussy again, the taste of his cum mingled with hers.

“Oh fuck!” Emma exclaimed. Her hands tangled in his hair and he once again pleasured her through an orgasm with his tongue.

“Now you’re done,” he laughed as she lay in a post-orgasmic near coma.

“That was fucking incredible,” she sighed eventually.

“Glad you enjoyed it,’ he laughed. They composed themselves and returned to the party. Greg wasn’t quite sure what Emma’s expectations would be following their dalliance. Did she want to date, or would it be more like it had been with Selena?”

They went and obtained drinks together, and then he followed her back outside to where they’d first seen each other, reuniting with her friends. He sat with her and she turned to him.

“It’s okay you know; you don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. I mean, I’m not sure what I expected, probably just to have you laugh me off, I guess.”

“Well, I should probably catch up with my friends too, but you know, if you want to catch up another time, I’d be more than happy to.”

“Thanks, Greg. Go see your mates and celebrate the win. Maybe I’ll give you a call?”

“I’d like that,” he replied with a smile before setting off to find out where his mates had gone. He saw Emma turn and begin whispering furiously to her friend.

“Where have you been?” he was asked when he re-joined his friends.

“I heard a rumour he’s been upstairs with Emma Whelan,” Jake told the group with a grin.

“Wait, that skinny chick with no tits?” Andy asked in shock. “What is with you and society’s outcasts, dude?”

“Shut up Andy,” Greg responded.

“Hey, I’m just trying to understand why you’d be going there, man. I mean shit, you can have your pick of hot chicks.”

“Whatever, Andy; we can’t all be superficial.”

Jake stepped in between them and distracted them, settling things down. Greg ignored Andy and set about enjoying the rest of the night.

Over the course of the rest of the evening, he noticed a number of girls smiling at him or whispering to friends after they’d seen him, and he couldn’t help but think that his sister’s plan may have had more merit than he’d given her credit for. Just thinking of it reminded him he’d fucked her. He shook his head at the memory, just as he felt someone pinch his ass.

He turned to see who it was, surprised when Jessica Smalt was the one smiling at him. She was on the cheer team with his sister, and while not quite part of Lizzie and Chloe’s clique, she was considered part of the popular group, and oh yes… hadn’t spoken to him since Lizzie had spread word of his Ikea pencil.

“Jessica!” he said in surprise. She made no move to hide the fact that she’d been the one to pinch his butt.

“Hey there Greg, been awhile,” she said, drinking from a red plastic cup. He glanced down and couldn’t help but notice the cleavage she had on display. Her black top was tight and low-necked, and given how much shorter she was, he was practically staring straight down the front of it. She stepped in close to him as someone moved through the room behind her, and he felt her breast push against his side.

“It has, what have you been up to?” he asked the blonde girl.

“Oh you know, just school and partying and stuff. I’ve been hearing some stories about what you’ve been up to, though.”

“What, winning football games and shit?” he asked with a laugh.

“Oh no, much more interesting stories than that.”

“Maybe I don’t want to know, then.”

“I want to though, can we go somewhere you know, quiet?” Jessica asked him.

“Not right now, but maybe we could catch up tomorrow?”

“I don’t want to wait,” Jessica pouted. She stumbled as someone bumped into her and caught herself on him, tits crushed against his body. She’d clearly had more than enough to drink.

“Well, we can go and just talk for now,” he suggested.

“Perfect,” Jessica grinned and dragged him away from his laughing friends.

“See, told you,” Andy called out as Greg departed.

Jessica pulled him along behind her, and Greg couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of her tight little butt as it wiggled along in a skin-tight, extremely short red skirt. The view as she took him upstairs was particularly enjoyable. He suspected if he’d been a couple of steps lower, he’d have managed to see what she was wearing underneath it. He was pulled into a bedroom, and Jessica closed the door behind him.

“Um, we don’t need the door closed to talk,” Greg suggested.

“Well from what I hear, talking is the least of your tongue’s talents, and I for one want to find out if you live up to the rumours I’ve been hearing.”

“Well, as much as I’d be happy to oblige you, you’ve been drinking Jessica, and I think you’d be better off waiting until you’re sober.”

“What? Why?” she asked, clearly confused.

“Because it would be better for you that way,” Greg said.

“But I’m horny now, Greg,” she moaned, a hand going to her right breast and squeezing it. Greg watched the way her fingers dimpled the visible skin of her boob and had to fight hard not to cave in and give her what she wanted. She was asking for it, after all.

“No, not tonight Jessica, call me tomorrow.”

“You’re saying no to these?” she asked, pulling her top down. Her large breasts spilled free, drawing his eyes to her erect nipples.

“I’m not saying no, I’m saying later,” he corrected her. She tried for a couple more minutes to convince him, even going so far as to offer him a blow job, but he stayed firm. He wanted to be sure Jessica’s desire wasn’t alcohol fuelled, and he was prepared to forego this opportunity to be sure. He swapped phone numbers with her, and they returned to the party.

“So little bro, you ready to head home?” his sister asked him later that night. She was swaying slightly on her feet and had clearly been having a good time.

“Absolutely,” Greg replied, offering his arm for her to slip through so that he could guide her out to the car.

“So I heard you got up to some fun tonight,” Lily opened with as they drove home.

“Shit, really?” Greg asked, surprised. “What did you hear?”

“Something about turning Emma Whelan into an orgasmic pretzel?”

“There could be some truth to that,” Greg laughed.

“How do you turn someone into an orgasmic pretzel?”

“Well I’m only responsible for the orgasmic part, the pretzel was all her own doing. That girl is all kinds of flexible.”

“Glad to hear that you’re putting your talents to use.”

“I actually could have done it twice tonight if I’d wanted to. Jessica Smalt was pretty keen to find out whether the recent rumours were true, but I told her I wouldn’t do anything for her until she was sober.”

“Jessica hit on you?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit, so my plan might actually be working then? Like once you turn her all orgasmic, it’s guaranteed she’ll blab to the rest of the team. She’s not the sort to try and pin you as a boyfriend, either. She’s way too slutty for that.”

“Yeah, well I have wondered how all this is going to affect my broader reputation. Like it’s all well and good to have this amazing talent, and I have you to thank for that, but like, it’s like I’m just being used for it. What if I want an actual girlfriend, and all she hears about is how many girls I’ve gone down on?”

“Worry about it when it happens, I say,” Lily replied. “Get those bitches Lizzie and Chloe back and then worry about the longer term.”

“But you know, now that this is all happening, I don’t really find myself worried about what those cows think. I mean, Emma was quite happy to have my cock, and there was zero judgement on my size. Maybe it’s like you said about not aiming for the popular girls. Maybe I just needed to focus more on personality.”

“Nuh uh, see it through, Greg. They need to be taken down a peg.”

“But is denying them something as simple as an orgasm really going to do that?”

“It’s not the orgasm that will get in their heads Greg, it’s the fact that you’ve been prepared to do it for girls that they consider totally beneath them and that they don’t get to experience it. That’s what will get to them, the fact that you don’t think they’re worth your time, when all their lives everyone has gone out of their way to try and be them or to make them happy.”

“Right, well okay then, I’ll be sure to bring to orgasm as many of the other girls on the cheer team as I can, then.”

“That’s my little brother! The ultimate cunning linguist!”

Lily leant on her brother as they made their way inside, and he helped her up the stairs. He didn’t think she really needed it, because she wasn’t that drunk, but she seemed to want to hang onto him, so he let her. They stopped outside Greg’s room and he made to free himself.

“Walk me to my room, Greg?” she asked. Her breast was pressed against him and the look on her face suggested that it wasn’t really about the walk to her room.

“I will, but you need to get some sleep, Lil’s. I do too,” he told her as they walked to her bedroom.

“But I want you to come and tuck me in,” she insisted, tugging on his arm as she went in. Greg succumbed, intending to slip out when she climbed into bed. Lily stood and faced him and started taking her clothes off, shedding them quickly. Greg had no intention of doing anything, but he couldn’t resist the sight of his sister removing her clothes. She was quickly naked, and laid back on her bed. She spread her legs and ran her fingers between them, teasing her pussy.

“Eat me Greg, eat me like you ate Emma.”

“Not tonight, Lily,” Greg said quietly.

“Oh, come on, you’re only getting all this action because I taught you. Can’t you give me just one orgasm? Please? I’ll suck you off, or you can fuck me… anything. Please Greg?”

He lost all his willpower, unable to resist his naked sister begging him for an orgasm. He went quickly to her bed and feasted on her pussy while she whispered her adoration of his talents. With the fingers of one hand parting her lips and his tongue buried within her, he reached with his other hand to seize her generous breast, squeezing and playing.

He felt his sister’s hand on his, guiding him, helping him to play with her tit. He jammed his tongue against her clit and rubbed it back and forth until she was thrashing on her bed in orgasm.

“You’re the best, Greg,” she purred once she’d recovered.

“Ha, you’re probably like the only sister ever who’s said that to her brother because he stuck his tongue in her pussy,” he laughed.

“Well, if it helps, I’m also about to take your perfectly formed cock into my mouth and suck the cum from it,” she replied, sitting up on the edge of her bed. Greg let her strip his pants to his ankles, and then she followed through on exactly what she’d said she’d do, taking him into her mouth. Greg watched his sister’s lips sliding up and down his cock. He thrust at her, and she let him slide his entire cock in until it barely nudged the back of her throat. He felt her tongue somehow flutter against his scrotum while she held him inside and groaned.

Pulling back, Lily suggested, “You know, I could almost get your balls and your cock in my mouth all at once! Nearly, but not really,” she giggled. She tried to do it too, taking his cock in her mouth and then trying to get a testicle in as well. She failed, but only just. She settled for releasing his cock and sucking both balls into her mouth for a few moments before releasing them and returning her focus to his manhood.

“I want to cum on your face and tits,” Greg moaned when he felt close to exploding, remembering her offer of anything.

“Go for it,” Lily replied. She sucked him fervently until he pulled back and stroked himself a few times. He came with an explosive blast despite the load he’d pumped into Emma earlier that night. Lily closed her eyes as he aimed it at her face, cum splattering against her forehead, nose and cheek before he sent the rest arcing through the air to rain down on her right breast.

“So dirty,” Lily moaned when he was finished. Greg grabbed her tissue-box from her desk and passed it to her so she could clean up.

“Night, Lily,” he bade her as he left her room.

“Night Greg, and thanks,” she said with a smile. He returned to his room, shaking his head in disbelief. It didn’t seem to matter how often something happened; he still couldn’t believe what he was doing with his sister.

— +++ —

Greg spent Sunday morning helping his father around the house, mowing and edging lawns and doing whatever else was required. His mother brought sandwiches and iced water out to them, and the three of them sat on the back deck to enjoy them.

“Any sign of Lily?” his father asked.

“Not yet,” his mother answered.

“She had a pretty good night, I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t see her until later,” Greg laughed. “Not that she went crazy or anything, she was sober enough when we came home,” he assured his mother at the look of concern that crossed her face.

His phone beeped to indicate an incoming message, and he checked it to see a text from Jessica inviting him over for a swim.

“Did you need me this afternoon Dad?” he checked.

“Not if you’ve got other things to be doing. Thanks for all your help this morning.”

He finished his sandwich and went inside to clean up. He changed into board shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed the car keys and headed to Jessica’s.

She met him at the door wearing a tiny pair of cut off denim shorts and a white bikini top that looked at least one size too small, struggling to contain her.

“Hey Greg! I’m so glad you could come over.”

“Thanks Jessica, I’ve gotta say, given the weather, the invitation for a swim couldn’t have been timed better, given I’ve been in the yard with my Dad all morning.”

“Well let’s get out to the pool then,” she said with a grin, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. “We’ve got the place to ourselves, ” she explained as she led him through to the backyard. “My folks are out wine tasting all day with friends, and my older sister isn’t home either. And that means,” she added as they went out into the yard, “that I have no need for a bikini top.”

Greg nearly tripped over as Jessica pulled at the tie of her bikini and then discarded it on the outdoor dining table, her tits swinging free in the afternoon sun. She turned back to face Greg, grinning and he took the moment to admire the delightful perfection that was her breasts. He was surprised to see how pale they were compared to the rest of her well-tanned body. Perfectly defined tan lines traversed the smooth skin of her boobs. They weren’t as big as his sister’s, probably a cup size smaller, but they were amazing nonetheless. The tan lines made it clear being topless in the yard wasn’t an everyday occurrence for her.