The Towers, Part 5 – Mary and I

by Lucy

It had been ten days now since I had spent my first night at The Towers, and finally I had escaped to spend a few moments on my own reflecting on the sudden and major changes that had taken place in my short life. I sat hidden under the low hanging branches of a large willow tree down by the lake. We were supposed to tell someone if we were heading off near the lake but I had learnt from experience that if you shared your destination with one of your school friends, it was not long before you were disturbed. In my case disturbance always turned out to be followed by an earth shattering orgasm. In only ten days, I had lost count of the number times and the varied ways I had been stimulated and had given stimulation. Yet I was loving every moment of it. For those of you who may wonder, lessons were just the same as I imagine lessons to be in any other school, and the level of learning was set quite high.

It was, and always will be, the extra-curricula activities that remain so vividly etched on my mind, and the girls with whom I was to create such strong bonds of love and companionship. I had now taken time, following that bizarre and energetic first encounter, to evaluate each of my Nightingale dorm mates, and to find out what made each one tick, or more to the point helplessly lose control of their ability to function through sexual stimulation. All the while I knew I was in a safe environment with Charlie watching over, and taking part in all proceedings, and Matron over and above all of us seemingly guiding and nurturing our needs and requirements. There was nothing that the four of us either went without, but stranger still there seemed to be so little that we actually wanted.

For example, we had what I guess would be one of the first colour televisions although almost all broadcast was in black and white. I sat down with Mary after lessons one afternoon in our private sitting room to watch television, just before her ninth birthday, and within ten minutes of what ever rubbish we were watching I was knelt in front of her, her skirt hiked up, and my tongue curling in and out of her delicious little pussy trying desperately to get as much of her juices as possible. The television was forgotten, and I have not even looked at the screen since, it may still be switched on.

Firstly I suppose I ought to give you a little bit of a description of me. These words belong to Charlie who remains a very close and intimate lover, and I feel happier that she wrote them, because I do tend to be very self critical, although I have changed the Lucy's to I's.

I am six years old and have an air of quiet confidence. I am three foot eleven and weigh three stone six pounds with just enough baby fat to make me look cute when I am sitting down, and lithe when I stretch upon my toes and you can count my ribs. I have light brown wavy hair cut just above my shoulders and the most vivid blue eyes you have ever seen. My skin is very light tanned, naturally, and completely free of blemish, unless of course you count my shirt button sized nipples which lie perfectly flat contrast in a deeper shade of pink brown on my chest. My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and the very thought of a touch or blown air creates the tiniest of pinpont erection that you could prick your finger on, and which sends jolts of nervous electricity direct to my clit. Charlie knows, she has spent ages looking at every last detail of me.

My muscle tone is completely in tune with both my size and weight, and Charlie loves that single crease that irons out flat and marks the dividing line between the bottom of my tummy and the "tongueway" to the start of the most compact little slit. Even with my legs splayed apart until it is uncomfortable my chubby outer labia keeps every detailed treasure trapped within, forcing the giver of pleasure to dive a little deeper. It takes an expert to locate and play with the tiny bump of pleasure hidden, not only by my outer lips, by a delicate hood of light moist pink which seems to be part of the most delicate inner lips imaginable. My vagina itself is virtually closed and Mary has trouble inserting just the tip of her tiny little finger inside. That is all Charlie will allow at the moment, and Mary is under strict instruction that regardless of me trying thrust down on her digit, she is not allowed to go past the first knuckle. It had not occured to me to try my own fingers, or other objects. My outer lips and surrounding area are, apparently, the softest and most succulently smooth material known to man. Not only Charlie, but all the other girls, are simply mesmerised by my plump round buttocks and especially my crinkled little rosebud which, even though I can confirm my faeces are as brown as the next girl, refuses to be tinted and remains beatifully pink. Ellie in particular can, given the chance, spend hours examining every little wrinkle, gently stroking, probing with one or the other of her fingers. She makes a strange purring noise whilst her finger gently circles ever closer to the epicentre, and then emits a little gasp and giggle as my anus involuntarilly contracts to her touch. On the other hand, I am just as willing and excited to get down on my knees and lay my chest on the bed and push my bum in her direction with my legs akimbo. The day before yesterday she bent down, and to my utter amazement deftly licked and then poked the tip of her incredibly stiff tongue right at my hole. I freaked, and threw myself flat on the bed with my buttocks clenched whilst she burst into fits of laughter, and I uttered all kinds of yucky protests. It took Sienna to point out that it was little different to having a finger in that "dirty" area, and Ellie didn't seem to mind. Another boundary pushed and the line broken. The only other noticable thing right now is I am missing both my top two front teeth which gives me a cute little lisp.

Mary was quite simply incredible, and we had become very close friends in a very short time. If I had not seen Mary for over an hour, I would find that an anxious feeling would rise up in my tummy and I would start rushing aimlessly round looking for her. This made it a little difficult during lesson time, her being older and in different classes.

She most definately felt the same way about me, and it may interest you to know, if you count 1959, that we have now been together for 49 years this September.

Back then the girl I considered plain at first sight was stunningly beautiful. Her hair was long darker blond at the roots, extending to silky wisps of light blond at the tips. I would spend ages playing with her hair, stylng it for her brushing it out and just plain stroking. She had a mischevious face with a permanent grin and dark brown eyes that hypnotised me when I stared lovingly into their depths.

She was slim and well toned, athletic and yet not in a hard way. She had breasts without having breasts it just looked as though there was something there when you looked face on, but sideways she was doing as well as me. Her nipples were no different in colour to the rest of her skin but reacted violently when you touched them, which I did a lot. They seemed to taste sweet and I had been cheered and congratulated on only our third night as the only girl that had ever made Mary climax simply by licking, nibbling and sucking her nipples. I now realise that Mary was quite possibly instrumental in that orgasm.

She had a flat tight tummy with a cute belly button, and at this point I must jump over certain delights to mention her slim legs and perfect feet and toes.

From there on in I go weak and wobbly just thinking about her charms. As I mentioned previously she had a pussy that seemed to push out of her very being. It was not tucked neatly away between her legs like mine. The slit rose up the front of her vee and oozed an appeal that I have never experienced since. It seemed to shout, "Come and get it", and oh how I wanted to. If she moved her ankles apart more than four inches this almost unseemingly lewd clitoris peeped out from between the top of her slit, and as she moved her legs further apart so more would come into view. Now, don't get me wrong. Her clit was not large, or ungainly, or abnormal. It was a delicate nub so intricately sculpted and thoughtfully placed in just the right spot to make even the most seasoned viewer of girls genitals take a sharp intake of breath.

It was like a magnet to me and I was drawn in closer and closer with ever increasing anticipation. This thing of beauty also had a life of its own, if not a mind of its own. For no apparent reason the little nub would start to pulse of its own accord, and in the short time I had known Mary, I knew this was a hint to her thoughts of lust. As she pointed out, and as I have now experienced many times, there was also the curse side of this bead of joy. The slightest touch or friction when she was even just semi aroused would send poor Mary into orbit.

She was taken to the doctors at the age of three, her parents complaining that she was having fits. It took several months to work out that the poor girl was having mini orgasms because of the friction of this overly sensitive organ against her knickers. In some girls this leads to an inability to orgasm because they get used to this sensitivity. Fortunately Mary has never had this problem, and from the early age we got to know each other I have been able to elicit multiple and most violent orgasms from her.

The most memorable of these was on her ninth birthday. We had taken a stroll down to the lake together hand in hand, and she had leant against a fence to watch the swans on the other side. I stood in front of her and she pulled me back towards her, wrapping her arms around me in an embrace.

She whispered in my ear, "Will you play with my pussy?"

I had got used to this direct approach, having spent nearly a week with these girls, and reached behind me to feel my way to Mary's pussy. I pulled her skirt up, and let my fingers start to explore revelling in the smooth and soft touch of her skin. I felt Mary open her legs a little and her slit opened like a small cave allowing my finger access. At the very first contact Mary gasped and I withdrew my finger in surprise. At her encouragement I re-engaged, and was rewarded with more gasps and little cries.

I had come to the incorrect conclusion that she was hurt down there, and turning round, with nodded apprroval, I dropped to my knees. As I looked for the source of her imagined injury, my fingers once more played over that sensitive little nub, and once more this bought cries and gasps from Mary. I was about to withdraw my hand again when she reached down and stopped me uttering her approval for me to continue. I tentatively placed my index finger directly on top of her clit and gave it the smallest of wiggles. Mary went rigid and gasped. I could associate her actions with those I had experienced myself during orgasm, but not at that speed.

There was a frenzied burst of activity as we were both overcome with lust for one another. Skirts, blouses, shoes and socks went in different directions as we sought to get each others clothes off in the fastest time possible. We fell to the floor and Mary pulled me on top of her my head between her legs. Her own mouth reached up and took the whole of my pussy within sucking the outer lips as her toungue slid between and found my clit. This stimulation was interupted as I once more fell upon my own task of pleasuring Mary, and the violence of her reaction to my touch made her lose contact with my own yearning sex.

In total, Mary managed five peaks in what was probably a 30 minute continuous orgasm. She lost control of her bladder on the third peak, and I was treated to a face full of her urine, but I didn't care and pressed on regardless. Her wee running up my nostrils made me snort at one point, and I was vaguely conscious to the fact that my hair was plastered. I made a point of retaliating and duly covered her in my own offering. In a similar way, Mary did not even flinch.

I guess I was not as ready for the onslaught, and there was no gentle foreplay and loving touch of erogenous zones. Just a primitive animal lust to assualt one anothers sexual organs. I managed to acheive two earth shattering orgasms, the later of these ending our session as once more I was rendered unconscious for a few moments by the sheer power of what was occuring inside me.

When I came round we untangled ourselves from each other, found and donned our clothes, and with soaking hair made our way slowly back to the school buildings. I was aching and exhausted. Whilst I enjoyed this new and powerful experience, I found that the automatic and violent tensing of my stomach muscle left me aching for a few hours following the climax.

Charlie found us half way back and ushered us both off to the showers to clean up.