Lesson One: Drowning the Pussy

Nicole’s kitty is such a perv. I’d been studying for like hours and I needed a break, so I made a big mug of hot chocolate and melted in about sixteen mini-marshmallows. Then I snapped a banana from the bunch and took it and the mug back to my study corner, to my comfy crushed leather pillow. Sometimes the best way to ease the tension is to masturbate, you know, so I kind of sat back on the cushion and thought about my boyfriend’s cock, about the way it feels going into my pussy, nice and slow and strong, and then I even imagined the way it might feel going into my ass, though so far I’d not let him do that. Thinking about it can be sort of fun, though, sort of exciting, in a very naughty way, getting stretched that way, and the next thing you know I have that banana teasing my pussy lips, stroking between, nuzzling, nuzzling, nuzzling, until I was all wet and open, though I didn’t put the banana in. Then I set it down and started using my fingers, because I like feeling myself and I have more control, although actually I was losing control, making little mewling sounds, not really thinking about anything, just the feelings, and I was pretty close to coming when I noticed that silly kitten just sitting there staring at me, watching my fingers working my puss, and I didn’t stop, I just kept frizzling myself, but part of me wondered what the cat was thinking, and then I had this wild thought about him licking me there, lapping at my cunt, and that took me over. God, I came so good. One huge lurch of gazz, and then lots of little after lurches. Gazzlings. Cat didn’t move an inch, didn’t bat an eye, he just stared at my just-come cunt.

“You liked that, huh boy,” I said, and then I pushed my finger just a little ways in and dipped out some of the cum-cream and said, “Here boy, want a taste?”

Lesson Two: Sibling Revelry

I love Nicole. She’s always been the best big sister a girl could ask for. She played with me when I was little and gave me great advice when I was growing up, and now that I’m in grad school she’s letting me stay in her apartment, rent free, which is very convenient to say the least. The only problem is she’s gay, not that that’s a problem for me, but I get the feeling that my presence cuts down on her love-life. Nicole is so beautiful; it’s a good thing I’m not a lesbian. It’s true we verge on fooling around sometimes, hugging and kissing the way sisters do, but it’s all in fun. Sometimes I’m sure she’d like to do more, but I know it’s up to me to make the first move. I have to admit I’m a little curious, but I’m also very shy. I’d like to know what a pussy tastes like, especially Nicole’s pussy, and sometimes in my most secret thoughts I imagine tasting my pussy on her lips. I push those naughty thoughts out of my mind as fast as I can, but sometimes not fast enough to prevent a thrill from zinging through my whole body. So this morning Nicole comes into my room wearing this short see-through nightgown and asks if I want to go out for breakfast. I tell her I have to shower first, and she says, “Well, get out of those jammies and get moving, girl,” and I say, “I can’t undress while you’re here,” and she says, “Okay then I’ll have to undress you, just like I did when you were little.” Before I can get out of bed, she pounces on me, and we’re tussling and wrestling, rolling over and over each other like seals until we’re both panting and out of breath and naked, and most of the blankets and bed sheets are on the floor. The quiet lasts only a moment and then she’s tickling me. “You’d better stop or I’ll pee,” I say, which is true because I hadn’t had a chance to use the bathroom yet. She says, “Ha!” and keeps tickling me. I manage to squirm away, but only for a moment before she’s captured me again. She’s relentless. She’s all over me like a swirling wind and then she’s sucking my breasts and her hand is between my legs, tickling me there, only it’s a little more than tickling, and I gasp with the sudden pleasure. She lets up but only a little. Her kisses become so light, light as air, light as light. Her fingers whisper to my clit. It feels so good, I can’t help sighing. Her lips murmur sweet nothings to my nipples and her fingers go round and round my clitty, winding me up, up, up. But just when I’m about to burst, just when I’m about to gazz, she stops. She looks deep into my eyes and says, “You want me to make you come, don’t you?” “Yeah,” I confess, “but the thing is I really really really have to pee.” She says, “Well, go ahead.” I think she means I should get up and go to the bathroom, but she won’t let me up. Her lips are fastened to my nipple, sucking sweet and hard, and her finger is teasing my pee place, nudging it, nibbling at it, flicking it with flicking little licks of purest torture. I can’t contain myself. “Yes,” Nicole hisses, “piss my little piss girl, piss.”