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 velvet pillow. Sometimes the best way to ease the tension is to masturbate, you know, so I kind of sat back on the velvet 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 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." Helplessly I gush, a sizzling stream, on and on, and in the middle of it she bites my nipple and I come. Boy do I come. I'm coming and pissing at the same time, and it feels way too good, way too overwhelming, to be embarrassed. When I'm totally drained and everything has quieted down, Nicole says, "Good girl." She smiles at me, the sweetest smile, and swivels and slides, fitting herself over me, and like it's the most natural thing in the world our pussies are in each other's mouths. She tastes so good I almost wish I were a lesbian.

Lesson Three: Blood Sport

I was in a hurry to get to the courts for my tennis lesson, so I cut across the soccer fields. I was in such a rush that I didn't even put in a tampon, though I was pretty sure my period would hold off until tomorrow. Just in case, I had a supply in my gym bag along with some spare panties. On the field some guys were kicking a soccer ball around, and all of a sudden the ball was bouncing towards me like a runaway puppy. Without thinking about it, I kicked it back. The pain was sudden and startlingly sharp. I collapsed to the grass, my racket and gym bag flying. "Ow, ow, ow," I yelped, my eyes tearing up. One of the guys came up to me. "You okay?" he asked. I had to squint to see him through sun and tears. Cute guy. "My foot," I moaned. "Yeah, you're not supposed to kick it with your toe," he said. "Now you tell me," I said. "Go get help," he called to someone in the distance, and to me he said, "Here, let me have a look, I'm in pre-med." He untied my tennis shoe and eased it off my foot. "Hm," he said, leaning closer. "It doesn't look too bad. Maybe if I kissed it and made it better." Before I had a chance to object, his lips touched my toes. His hands felt nice on my ankle, on my leg, and his mouth felt warm on my toes. Soon he had my big toe in his mouth, and there was no way I was going to tell him he had the wrong foot. He sucked on it gently. His tongue played with the pad while his hands caressed my leg. He took more of my toes in his mouth. His tongue probed between. It was as if he wanted to eat my foot. To devour it. My middle clenched, a hard, sharp clench, something midway between the contraction of my period and the spasm of an orgasm. "Oh no," I moaned. My pussy was suddenly swollen, heavy, gushing. The guy's mouth left my foot. He was staring at my middle. My skirt had flipped up giving him an unobstructed view of my panties. "You're bleeding," he said. I could have died of shame. "Let me see," he said, and he pushed the panties aside. I lay there helplessly while his eyes and fingers examined me. His thumb caressed my clit while his fingers eased into my cunt. "Sometimes an orgasm lessens the pain," he said, and his thumb worked my button while his fingers plumbed my hollow. "Try to come now," he said, "That's it, squeeze your pussy. Normally I wouldn't rush you, but the others might be back soon." He put a palm against my mound and pressed rhythmically while his thumb manipulated my clitoris and his fingers plunged and wallowed in my cunt. I was sure I was drenching him, drenching everything. "That's it," he said, "I can feel it starting." He was right. The orgasm was sudden and sharp, like kicking the soccer ball but a hundred gazillion times more pleasurable. "That's right," he repeated, continuing his ministrations, more gently now, as the aftershocks of orgasm jerked through my body. At last I was done. "Mmm," he said, "I like the way you come," and he took his bloodied fingers and tasted them. "I can't believe you did that," I said. "Me, neither," he said, "I've never done it before, but I couldn't help it." He helped me to my feet. I was kind of wobbly. "Can I carry you somewhere?" he asked, "Maybe you shouldn't be walking." I was going to tell him that I thought I was okay, when he lifted me into his arms. I nestled against him, letting myself be carried. He was strong and warm and I'd never felt so safe, so cared for. We ended up in his room, in his bed, his cock deep inside me, fucking me into countless orgasms. It must have been hours later when, after telling me not to worry because he was safe and that he knew I wouldn't get pregnant during my period, he flooded me with his seed. I'd never felt so sated. We lay in each other's arms for a while, and then I fondled his blood-and-cum-covered cock. "Oh, is it hurt?" I remarked, "Maybe if I kissed it and made it better." And without waiting for him to demur, I took him in my mouth and sucked him clean.