Pussy
Mouse
by Sterling Katy's life sucked. That was for sure. Her nerdy father was lost in work and TV and seemed to barely notice her existence.
Her
idiotic embarrassing mother was on her case all the time. The nagging
began if she took a little time to relax before doing homework. She
didn't like her music and wanted it so soft Katy couldn't hear it
herself. And heaven forbid she left a shirt on the floor rather than in
the hamper! Then her mother didn't like how she dressed. When they went
shopping, Katy wanted to get some clothes to let her fit in a little
better at school, but every T-shirt or pair of jeans was a struggle.
There was a little tickling of dread deep down too, because she didn't really know what she should be wearing to fit in better.
And
puberty. Christ, what a drag. For the few days before her period she
felt even uglier and more awkward than usual. Then when it started she
had cramps that went on and on and made her want to scream, and
sometimes she had diarrhea. At those times she felt like a total 100%
piece of dirty meat. And for all that painful period stuff, her boobs
were small, while all the other eighth grade girls had big ones by now.
So her body made her totally miserable in a womanly way but she looked
like a little kid, so what boy would even look at her?
She had
trouble concentrating in school, and her mother hounded her constantly
about homework. It made her angry just thinking about it and couldn't
learn anything even sitting there with the book open.
School was
over for the week. On Friday afternoon she gave up the anxiety of
school for the tedious familiarity of life at home. She got a break
from not knowing where she stood or who she was with the other kids and
traded it for the all-too-familiar harangues of her mother.
There
was one little bright spot. Mr. Williams was coming over to supper. He
was a friend of the family and he had always been pretty nice to her.
Her mother wouldn't hound her about stuff with him there. And he really
saw her, really saw who she was and he liked her. Lately she could tell
he saw her as a budding young woman, too, and that meant a lot to her.
Not that he was being inappropriate, just a subtle sort of appreciation
that hadn't been there a year before.
Still, Katy was the last
one in to supper, getting herself up off her bed only after her mother
called her the third time. Going earlier would have been like handing
her a victory.
Mr. Williams was already seated at the table, and she was surprised to see a mouse sitting on his shoulder.
"Hello, Katy, nice to see you," Mr. Williams said with a smile.
"Hi," she said. "Ummm, what's with the mouse?"
"He's a really cool, special mouse, and I thought you folks might like to see him."
"Ummm, hi mouse," Katy said, jokingly holding out her hand to shake. Her mother and father and Mr. Williams all smiled.
The mouse sat up on his haunches and bobbed his head up and down a couple times.
"Ah, he likes you!" Mr. Williams said, catching the mouse's movement out of the corner of his eye.
"Yeah, right," said Katy.
As
the dinner progressed, she took a closer look. This mouse had light tan
fur and no tail. He sat on Mr. Williams' shoulder for a little but then
scampered around behind his neck to show up on the other shoulder. He
clambered up the man's head and lay flat on his belly, legs spread
wide. Back down behind the man's neck, then nose peeking out one side
or the other. It seemed he was playing peek-a-boo with her. Whenever
she looked up the mouse was looking at her, never her parents.
"I
thought mice left droppings behind themselves everywhere," her mother
said after some time. "I had been worried about that here at the dinner
table, but I don't see any."
"No, he is totally box trained. He's a new variety of mouse, genetically engineered a bit."
"Oh, interesting!" said her father.
"Is it safe, messing around with nature like that?" her mother asked.
"Oh, completely!" said Mr. Williams.
"He seems very intelligent," her father continued.
"Indeed he is."
Her
mother spoke. "Katy, Mr. Williams asked about getting one of these
fancy new mice for you, and your father and I thought it would be a
good idea if you'd like. You know how we could never have a cat or dog
because of my allergies, but he says this mouse isn't a problem that
way."
"I don't know, mom. A mouse?" Her friends had had hamsters
and guinea pigs and so forth back a few years ago, but not many had
them any more. It wasn't an eighth grade kind of thing to do. The fact
that her mother was in favor made it suspicious, too.
Mr. Williams said, "You can take him for a while and see what you think. If you don't like him I can take him back to the lab."
"The lab? Not a pet store?"
"They're experimental still. You'd be one of the first ordinary people to have one as a pet."
"Does that mean he might be dangerous?" her mother asked.
"The folks I work with at the lab have had some as pets for a while and there's been no problem."
"I don't know..." said her mother.
"OK, I'll give him a try," said Katy.
Mr.
Williams reached his hand across the table, palm up. The mouse scuttled
down his arm and sat in his palm, facing Katy. "Let him say hello," Mr.
Williams. Katy cautiously reached her hand out, also palm up. The mouse
stepped across, sat on his haunches for a moment, then went down on all
fours -- and licked her hand.
"Ooooo!" Katy said, finding it a little disconcerting. "He licked me!"
"He must really like you!" said Mr. Williams.
Then
the mouse slowly walked up a little above Katy's wrist, sat back on his
haunches and looked at her, almost as if he was checking with her to
see if it was OK for him to proceed. Katy decided it was OK and smiled,
and he clambered up to her shoulder. She couldn't help giggling like a
little girl as he scuttled around behind her back to the other
shoulder, then went up to the top of her head and back down. He settled
on her shoulder looking at her face. As she turned to look at him, he
stood on his hind paws, put his front paws gently on her cheek and then
gave her a lick!
"He kissed you!" said Katy's mother.
Mr. Williams said, "He's never licked me these couple days I've had him!"
Katy
was intrigued. After dinner Mr. Williams showed her the cage with the
exercise wheel and the water bottle, and then the two bags, one of
mouse food and one of wood shavings for his litter.
"Can I let him run free?" she asked. "Will he run away?"
"They
say he won't," said Mr. Williams. "You can let him out any time if
you're watching him. But when you're not they suggest keeping him in
his cage for three days before you let him out on his own, just to be
sure."
"I think I'd rather keep him in the cage," said Katy's mother.
"What's his name?" Katy asked.
"I thought you should name him yourself," said Mr. Williams.
So
now I own a mouse, Katy thought. She cautiously lay on her bed and put
the little critter on her stomach. He scampered all around, down one
leg to her toes, then back up and around the corner to her other. He
explored all over her body.
She thought a bit and sighed. My
life still sucks. Yeah, the mouse was fun, but he didn't bear on any of
her real problems. As she started feeling sorry for herself, the mouse
curled up at the spot right in front where her neck joined her
collarbone and gave a few licks. Katy smiled. She decided she would
assume it was sympathy, like when a dog licks you.
She thought
of names. Pipsqueak? Fluffy? Nah, pick something big and strong. Like
-- Shaquille O'Neal. The name popped into her mind and she smiled.
"Shaq" would be good. She'd call him "Shaq."
Friday
night she shut him in his cage and forgot about him most of the day
Saturday. That night she got her pajamas on, all ready for sleep. She
lay back, putting Shaq on her chest.
"Nobody else understands me," she mused. "Do you, little Shaq? Are you my friend?"
Shaq
sat on his haunches and looked at her for a long moment, then set out
exploring all over her front, arms and legs. Then he crawled inside her
pajama tops! She giggled as she felt the little paws and fur on her
chest and her stomach. After exploring a bit, she felt him creeping
slowly to her left breast -- what there was of it.
Then she felt the most amazing thing. She felt his little tongue licking her nipple!
She
laughed out loud and wriggled and he stopped. "Why you little pervert!"
But after a pause she could feel him under her pajama top creeping over
again. He gave one little lick, and while she laughed she didn't push
him away.
One lick became many. Katy lay still and let herself
experience the sensations. She could feel the nipple stiffen under the
little rodent's tongue. It felt nice in a very particular way. It made
her feel sexy. She squirmed as she felt herself grow just a bit warm
between her legs. Then little Shaq scuttled across under her pajama
tops and started licking the other one! It felt really good.
After
a minute Shaq next scuttled downward and out the bottom of her pajama
tops to her thigh. He raced the length of her leg, then at her ankle he
crawled inside the cuff of her left pajama leg! He crawled up her calf
and thigh.
"Why you nasty, perverted little critter!" she said, giggling.
She
felt him straining to get higher, but he couldn't; the way she was
lying the cloth of the pajamas was tight against her thigh.
"Are you going for my privates?" she asked, amused.
Shaq
raced back down that leg, across the bed and up the inside of the other
pajama leg. There he could get up all the way and was soon sitting on
her stomach inside her pajamas, and she felt his snout nosing under the
waistband of her panties.
"OK, enough, you dirty-minded little
rodent!" she said. She was getting ready to reach in and retrieve the
cheeky little animal when he crawled back down her pants leg, up the
outside, and sat on her chest between her breasts, looking at her.
"All
right, I'm going to sleep," she said. "Should I put you in your cage?"
she asked him. Shaq dropped to the bed, then she could hear his pitter
patter as he ran down the bedspread to the floor and back to his cage.
She heard him scuffling around in the shavings. She supposed she should
get out of bed and close the door to shut him in, but she knew he
wasn't going to run away. She never worried about confining him again.
Somehow she felt less alone. Did Shaq appreciate her sexually? Nah, what a dumb idea! He was just a stupid rodent.
Sunday
night little Shaq went back to licking her nipples, this time starting
with her right one before moving to her left. She felt her hormones
stir. When he scuttled downward she decided to spread her legs wide and
see what he'd do. He didn't try going up inside her pajama legs, and
she realized that the way she was arranged there was no space between
pajama leg and thigh to get near her panties. Within seconds the little
guy was outside her pajamas on the sheet right between her legs. He
stood on his hind paws and pressed in and out against her pussy area
with his front paws and his head.
"You want to play with my nether regions?" she asked, amazed. "My private parts? My pussy?" she laughed.
What
a gross idea! At that moment, something felt really weird in her head,
like someone else was in there with her. Then she couldn't understand
why she had thought it was gross. Letting him play with her would be
the most natural thing in the world.
She nudged him gently out of the way, then pulled down pajama bottoms and panties to her ankles and spread her legs wide again.
"There I am, Shaq. Take me! Take me!" she joked.
She
was further amazed to feel him back down between her legs, licking on
her crack! He flicked his tongue in one spot, then moved his head
higher and lower to cover the length of her slit. It was a pleasant
sensation and definitely sexy. Her pussy had started feeling warm as he
was licking her nipples, and now it felt even warmer as he was licking
right at its opening. Then he stopped licking and pushed his snout
against her lips so they pressed in a little. He wanted to get inside!
Katy
reached down and spread her lips apart. "There, I'm all open for you,
you dirty-minded little mouse. Have your way with me!" She laughed.
"God knows no other male is going to!
She had rubbed around down
between her legs sometimes and it had felt good, but she hadn't really
gone exploring in earnest. She knew where to put the tampons in, and
she knew that pressing rhythmically above that part felt kind of good,
but not much more.
Now she felt the most amazing sensations as
he licked inside her spread lips. He had found something and it made
sexual pleasure course through her body. She gave in to the pleasure,
letting both hands slide up to her breasts to massage and press, then
she squeezed her nipples as Shaq licked away between her legs.
She
felt a hunger between her legs. Shaq switched to bursts of very fast
licking punctuated by little rests, and her pleasure sharpened and
began to almost itch. And then she felt the waves surge through her
brain, felt them crash, felt pleasure and release that she had never
felt before. As the sensations faded, she realized that must have been
an orgasm! It felt totally amazing. When her orgasm was gone and she
shifted just a little, Shaq backed away. It dawned on her that she had
just let a mouse lick her between her legs. She knew that most people
would think it was gross, but she knew it was just right. Shaq
scampered up onto her stomach as she pulled her pajamas and panties
back up.
"You nasty little critter!" she said, still breathing a
little heavily. "That felt great!" She had never heard of a mouse doing
anything of the kind, and figured his genetic engineering must have
been pretty amazing. He scampered onto her bedside table and curled up
in a little ball between her lamp and a box of tissues. She liked the
idea of him sleeping closer by rather than in his cage on the floor.
Eric
Williams sat in his living room armchair, a huge smile on his face. He
had just eaten out little Katy and given her an orgasm. True, it was
the mouse's body that had done it, but he controlled the mouse and the
mouse sent its sensations back to him.
He had had the hots for
Katy for some time and had dreamed he could be with her somehow --
knowing it could never be more than a fantasy. But just to be a fly on
the wall in her room, to see her naked body as she undressed -- that
would be heaven.
His work in biochemical research required him
to perform experiments with mice all the time. He didn't know quite how
it had occurred to him to try to link his mind with that of a mouse. If
he couldn't be a fly on the wall, could he be a mouse in a cage in her
bedroom? For some reason he had had a hunch that turned out to work. He
concocted a potion including some of his own DNA and gave some to a
male and female mouse. The next-generation mice looked a little
different -- hardly any tail, for instance. Then he mixed his DNA in an
appropriate concoction with that of the new mouse. After it drank some,
the mouse became an extension of him! If he concentrated, he could
sense what the mouse was sensing and control its actions!
He had
been very excited to try out his new eyes and ears with Katy, and was
delighted that she had accepted his gift. Seeing her change clothes had
been exciting, just as he had imagined.
But he also wanted to
touch her, to feel her body. He had figured he would see how far his
mouse could get with her sexually. He expected to be rebuffed, but to
his surprise she had accepted his advances!
Like most men, he
adored sex, and the thought of sex with Katy was very exciting. But his
interest in girls went much farther. He wanted to experience all
aspects of their lives. Katy had let little Shaq get sexual with her,
and with that hurdle overcome, he was hopeful that his adventures with
her were just beginning.
There was that special configuration
the mouse could assume, and those special sensations that came from
touching the mouse's neck...
The
next day was Monday, and as Katy woke she felt a pang of anxiety,
dreading dealing with the kids again. Coming back from the shower, she
took off her robe and tossed her towel down. Then she heard squeaks.
There was Shaq, standing up on the bedside table, bobbing up and down
and looking at her.
She laughed. "You horny little mouse, you
want to see me naked too?" So she posed naked for him, hands on her
hips and thrusting them to one side. Shaq bobbed up and down. She then
stood with her legs wide apart and thrust her chest out so her little
breastlets were as pronounced as they could be. She then came over and
put one foot up on the bed, bending her knee and leaning forward so her
pussy lips were stretched a little bit crooked.
Then she saw
Shaq nearly jumping up and down. She laughed. He stopped and looked at
her expectantly, so she got on hands and knees on the bed facing away
from him and stuck her butt up, then spread her lips apart.
"Would you like to mate with me, little mouse?" she asked, amused at that impossibility.
She
went through a number of other positions before picking up the little
guy and rubbing noses with him. "I've got to get ready for school now,"
she said, then put him down on the bureau. He watched her from the
elevated perch as she dressed. She couldn't believe that she actually
felt excited to have her body appreciated by -- a mouse!
Throughout
the day she remembered her magic bedtime sessions and felt a tingle
imagining what might happen that night. At last the school day was
over, dinner over and homework done.
She lay on her bed, totally
naked this time, and realized she kind of liked what she saw as she
looked down. Her breasts were small, but some of the sexiest models had
even smaller ones! Her skin was smooth and her hips flared. Shaq licked
her nipples for a few minutes until she said, "I need you down licking
my pussy." Instantly little Shaq scurried down between her legs. It
felt like he was spreading her lips with his paws, and soon his tongue
was licking everything down there, focusing on that magic spot -- which
she now knew was a clitoris, having refreshed her memory with a peek
online. She luxuriated in the pleasure even more, knowing now what an
orgasm was and feeling it coming. When it burst upon her she was not
disappointed.
As she lay moaning in the aftermath, she felt
little Shaq licking her inner lips, right at her vagina. It felt nice
too. She could feel how wet she was there, and then felt his little
snout pressing hard against her opening.
"Do you want to go all the way?" she asked incredulously.
It
was past amazing that a little mouse could know just how to bring her
to orgasm, and he had never given her anything but pleasure. Still, the
idea of a mouse poking his nose into her virgin pussy was too much.
She
knew she wanted a man, her Prince Charming, to slide his penis into
her. She wanted to get fucked, and thrilled a little as she thought of
that crude word. She wanted a cock up her cunt, she thought, and
thrilled more. But that was a pleasure reserved for the distant future,
if a man ever did decide she was sexy enough.
So she picked up
her heavenly Shaq and held him in both hands. He was holding himself
stiffly instead of relaxing like a warm cuddly mouse. As she looked at
him, she felt an excitement deep within for a few moments before it
burst into her consciousness. He was a stiff cylinder, flesh colored,
with a slight purple tinge to his head area and a flaring out at his
neck. She could see no trace of his front paws or shut eyes. Somehow
his fur was plastered against him so tightly that he felt entirely like
warm flesh, with no hint of fur whichever direction she stroked. She
recognized this from the sex ed books and an occasional glimpse of porn
-- or thought she did.
"You're a penis!" she whispered. "Do you
want to slide into me?" She knew he did. A cock. Up her cunt. She
shuddered with excitement, then placed the mouse on the bed between her
legs and held her pussy lips wide open.
She felt his snout
pushing back and forth rhythmically, pressing into her part way. That
felt totally right. She then felt him stop momentarily, and she knew
somehow that he was about to take her virginity, to dispose of her
hymen. And indeed she felt his little teeth cutting away.
She
winced at one point, but it wasn't too bad. The little guy paused a
moment but kept snipping. Then he burrowed into her. She didn't stop to
wonder how he was getting leverage; she just felt her pussy walls
gradually pushing aside to admit her pet penis. She was amazed that
such a thing was possible and fascinated at the sensations.
She
felt pleasantly full, and then he started sliding back and forth. She
knew guys went in and out, but more profoundly she recognized that
motion from the depths of her unconscious. She was getting fucked. He
was Shaq the mouse but at the moment he was a penis, and she loved it.
She
gave in to the sensations as her body responded to his rhythm. He was
doing something with his hind paws that made her pussy lips glow. She
let go of her lips where she was holding them open with her fingers and
then she felt her pussy lips vibrating. The pleasure was amazing. The
cock was sliding in and out in a frenzy, it felt wonderful, and her
urgency and desire built. She started rocking her hips back and forth.
The excruciatingly pleasurable sensations went on and on, but she
craved release. Finally she convulsed with orgasm. It felt even better
than the other ones, and there was something beyond pleasure that felt
right about it. It was right having her pussy filled up and having that
cock glide back and forth in her cunt.
As her orgasm faded she
felt a flurry of prods and pokes in her pussy, and then all was still.
When she looked down again, she couldn't quite believe her eyes. Her
pussy was still feeling full, but when she bent all the way over she
could just barely see Shaq's whiskers and snout sticking out of her --
just a little. He had turned around!
"Do you think you're going
to hang out in my pussy?" she asked incredulously as she leaned back
again. "Yeah, right!" It did feel good, however.
For answer, she
felt a little scrambling between her legs and then felt those amazing
tongue strokes. Evidently he had crawled out of her just enough to lick
her clit.
She had already had two orgasms, though.
"Nice try, little guy, but out! You've given me lots of pleasure but I want my body back to myself, thank you!"
The
mouse instantly popped out and disappeared. She looked up to see him
standing between her legs, furry and mouse-like once more. He looked a
little damp, but then he had just been in a very wet spot!
She
wondered briefly if she should help him clean up somehow. He scuttled
out of the way as she put on her pajamas and turned onto her side. She
was starting to drift off to sleep when she saw him sitting up in front
of her face, fur all dry and fluffy.
He stood up and leaned
forward, and then she felt the most amazing thing as his tongue gently
licked her lips. He was truly kissing her -- like lovers kissed! She
kissed him back for a few seconds.
"Good night, Shaq," she said.
The
next night after her mouse-as-penis had fucked her to a satisfying
climax, he again turned around in her pussy and lay still.
"Out you go!" she said once more, but once he had crawled out she felt kind of empty. Lonely inside.
"Shaq, do you really want to sleep in my pussy?"
He bobbed up and down. Could this critter answer questions? What an odd thought.
"Could you nod your head if what I say is true. Does two plus two equal four?"
Shaq just looked at her.
"Does three plus four equal five?"
Shaq just stared, betraying nothing.
Well, at least she didn't have a prince trapped in a mouse's body or anything. She smiled at the thought.
"Well, let's try," she said. "If you want to go up into my pussy, go ahead."
The
little fellow, her mousy lover, scrambled back up her pussy and turned
around, nose peeking out, and lay still. She felt peaceful. She had
thought of a lover as a large man enfolding her in his arms. Instead he
was a very small man who she enfolded much more completely in her pussy.
"Good night, Shaq."
She felt the bulge in her pussy pulse outward a couple times. Maybe that was him saying goodnight.
Her
incredible nighttime exploits with her mouse were certainly an exciting
distraction, but they did nothing to improve the rest of her life.
Nonetheless, her life improved.
She found that if she just sat
down after school and did her homework, her mother stopped nagging.
Maybe she wasn't an ogre who would be sure to find something else to
complain about. What she wanted Katy to do wasn't so unreasonable.
Picking up her clothes, setting and clearing the table at dinner, and
most of all doing her homework -- they weren't so bad. Now her mother
made her favorite vegetarian lasagne once every week. She even
suggested taking Katy shopping to buy some new clothes!
"So, do you like your mouse -- what did you call, him, Shack?"
"Yeah,
Shaq. He's nice to have around," she said, as casually as she could.
She wouldn't give him up for the world, and she would never dream of
giving a hint as to why.
Her clothes were no more stylish than
they had been before, but she worried about it less. Her boobs were no
bigger, but she felt OK about them.
For a week Katy had Shaq crawl out of her pussy every morning after she woke up, but she felt a little empty after he left.
She asked, "Could you stay up there during the day too?"
She
walked down the hallway to the bathroom in her pajamas with a mouse up
inside her pussy! She knew in her head that no one could tell just
looking at her, but she still felt naughty and exposed somehow.
She
had an evil little thought. "You want to stay up there while I pee?"
The worst that would happen is that his snout would get a little wet.
Just then she felt him pull his snout inside. She sat and let her
stream go, amazed that he was right there, so close. "Do you want to
stay during my shower?" she asked.
Getting no reply, she
stripped and climbed in. The little guy wasn't making to crawl out, so
she bathed as usual. She found that she would even forget for a second
or two that he was there.
He stayed up her pussy and just pulled in a little further when she had bowel movement as well.
When
it was time to go to school, Katy went to the privacy of her bedroom
and pulled her pants and panties down. "See you tonight!" she said as
the mouse dutifully clambered out of her and began washing himself.
One
Saturday Katy experimented with leaving Shaq in after breakfast. She
left him in all morning and forgot about him, but just before lunch she
felt some vigorous pulsing and commotion down in her pussy. Retreating
behind a closed door in her bedroom she dropped her panties to let the
critter out. He immediately went to his cage and starting eating and
drinking eagerly. Of course! He had animal needs that could not be met
while he was occupying her intimate spot.
Shortly after she
started leaving him inside, she saw and felt him turn around and do his
own business right into the toilet! So she didn't need to change the
litter in his cage any more.
They worked out a weekend routine
where she let him out to eat and drink while she showered. Then she
struck sexy poses and felt the admiration of her pet cock/mouse. She
liked seeing him appreciate her, which was evident from his vigorous
bobbing up and down.
He then eagerly crawled back up her pussy
and spent the whole middle of the day inside her. It was very
comforting to have her pal with her. Talk about an intimate
acquaintance! Once in the evening he crawled out again for an hour or
so, eating and racing around the room; he didn't get much exercise
lying in her pussy.
Once she woke in the night to the feel of
Shaq slowly sliding back and forth inside her. To her it felt mildly
pleasant, though it didn't stimulate her sex nerves very much. It went
on for a long time, then he sped up just a little more and she felt
very faint twitching. Then she felt him relax a little. From what she'd
read it seemed like that might be the same sort of thing that happened
when a man had an orgasm.
Her sensations had been very mild and soothing, so it would be no surprise if he had been doing that at night for some time.
"Shaq,"
she whispered. She felt a little startle reaction in her pussy. "Did
you just fuck me? Was it just for you? Because you like it?"
She
realized that she didn't know much about what Shaq wanted in life. She
knew boys liked doing it inside girls' pussies, and maybe he did too.
"Shaq,"
she whispered. She decided to tease him a little; she could pretend he
understood, at least. "I think you've been fucking me while I'm asleep!
Without my permission! That's not very nice of you!" She wondered if it
was rape. Given that she had invited him to occupy her pussy at night,
it seemed unlikely. "You're not going to make me pregnant, are you?"
But even as she formulated the question she just knew that he wouldn't.
Then she said, "You can fuck me any time you like, OK?"
It
seemed like he understood, because she began feeling him slide back and
forth in her more often, sometimes during the day. And she found
herself drifting awake at night. "Mmmmm, Shaq, feels nice, have fun!"
she said and slid right back into sleep feeling the gentle warm back
and forth within her pussy.
But whenever she wanted, he would be
sure to stimulate her fully to a massive, satisfying orgasm. If she
paid attention during her ecstasy, she realized he was twitching too --
probably coming when she did! She got so she liked a quick one in the
morning and a slow, leisurely and delicious one at night.
Katy
liked having Shaq up inside her whenever she could. When she got home
from school, the first thing she did was drop her panties so he could
penetrate her, fill her, and keep her company. She found she missed him
up inside her during the day at school.
"Do I dare take you to
school with me?" she asked. It was against the rules to have a pet in
school. But this pet was something else. "You know you couldn't come
out at all, right?"
She chanced it, and the mouse was no trouble at all during the day.
She began to wonder how she had ever lived before with the loneliness of an empty pussy.
Shaq was a source of companionship and exquisite sexual pleasure.
But when it was her period, little Shaq earned his weight in gold.
The
first time her period was due, she was glad to have the little guy for
company as she went through the premenstrual blues. She dreaded the
diarrhea and horrendous cramps that were about to start.
"Shaq,
I'm going to start bleeding gross blood during the night. Maybe you
should sleep outside tonight." But she liked the idea of his company
even more as she thought about the misery to come. She felt the first
dreaded twinges of cramps, and she wore an extra-absorbent pad to bed.
"Well, if you want out, just let me know."
That night she woke
to a new sensation. She felt the little guy pushing and tugging on
something way up inside her. Was it her uterus? She had heard of a
cervix but had never felt it. At least she didn't have terrible cramps,
and she fell back to sleep.
She was surprised to wake up without
cramps or blood. Her cycle was mostly regular, but it still held
surprises for her now and then.
She was bound to start bleeding
during the day. "Shaq, you can't stay up there now! There's really a
flood of gross blood on the way, and you can't just crawl out at
school."
But the little guy seemed especially agitated at her suggestion that he not scramble into her pussy as she headed off to school.
If
he got drenched with blood and wanted to get out, she wondered what she
could do. Finally she hid a sour cream container with a couple holes
punched in the top in her backpack, and figured that if he crawled out
when she went to the girls' room he could spend the rest of the day in
there, even if he was bloody.
She was surprised and pleased to feel no cramps during the day.
When
they got home from school that afternoon, she went to the bathroom to
pee. Sitting on the toilet, she was aware of Shaq moving around
vigorously and obviously trying to catch her attention. She waited. She
felt him scurry out of her and up onto her thigh, then look at her
expectantly. When she bore down slightly to pee, a flood of period
blood just fell out of her pussy and into the toilet!
Shaq
promptly cleaned up the streaks of blood on her pussy lips and started
licking all around quickly as he crawled back up inside her.
She put on a heavy-flow pad, but there was no heavy flow, or light flow, or any kind of flow. That was the end of her period!
Whenever
her period came she felt occasional tugging and pressure as Shaq did
something with her cervix, but she never got cramps. A day or so after
he started messing with her cervix he pulled his best magic trick. He
exited her just before all of her period blood came out at once.
However he was doing it, little Shaq earned her gratitude in a big way!
Katy found herself a bit more popular at the middle school. She made a number of friends. One day she was talking with Laura.
"Katy,
I think I'm gonna die. Kevin makes me so horny! I have to sit beside
him in lab every day, and the way he looks at me I have to change my
panties afterward! Do you get horny like that?"
"Ummm, well, not really. Or rather I do but I don't stay that way..."
Laura stopped in her tracks. "You're not doing it, are you! Are you?!"
"No, but..."
"You do it to yourself? I've tried that, but... I don't really like it."
Later that day Katy found Laura again.
"Do you have any pets, Laura?"
"No, why?"
"I have one that's really, really cool. His name is Shaq and he's a mouse."
Laura was skeptical. "What's so cool about him?"
"Well, he looks like a mouse, but he's way more intelligent. He actually licks my cheeks sometimes."
"I don't get it. Who wants a mouse who can kiss?"
"He
can do a lot more than kiss -- a lot more." She gave Laura a
significant look. "I know a guy who can get you one, I bet. He gave me
Shaq and said I could return him if I didn't like him. I bet he could
get you one too."
"Hi!
It's Katy. Shaq and I are still getting along great," she said.
Naturally she had relayed to him her enthusiasm for the little critter
a couple times shortly after she got him.
"Great!"
"Do you have any other mice like Shaq? My friend Laura thought she'd like one too."
Mr.
Williams had overheard the conversation between Katy and Laura at
school and hoped this call might be coming. In fact, he was hearing
Katy's voice twice now, once muffled as the sound reached him through
her clothing, once in the normal fashion through the earpiece.
"I think I can get one." There had been several mice in the same litter with Shaq.
He
would be surprised if Laura let the mouse into her pussy too, but it
would be worth it in any event. He could watch the girl dress and
undress, watch her as she slept, and hear her humming along to her
music.
He thought about why he was so terribly delighted to
identify with Shaq as he spent most of each day up inside Katy's pussy.
He would have been embarrassed to admit it to anyone, but if he was
honest with himself, this was how he felt:
The very existence of
females in the world was a miracle. Girls were the most delicious of
those miracles, and their pussies were the center of their femininity.
It was sheer bliss to be allowed to occupy one, day in and day out. The
girls went through their lives largely unaware of the organ tucked up
behind that opening between their legs. As Shaq the mouse, he could
appreciate the magnificence all day while Katy was neglecting it. He
could appreciate the smooth cloth of the panties she wore. They helped
retain those magnificent odors of the female, odors that changed
throughout the month. When she walked, he was right there in her pussy,
jostled up and down slightly, right at crotch height. Right in his
vicinity, there was the pee above, the poop below -- that came with the
territory and was natural. As she sat in class, he was right there, not
far from her buttocks resting on the chair. He got to hear her talk to
herself and to overhear her private conversations with other girls.
Then,
of course, there was using the pussy for its intended purpose. He
assumed the form of a penis and slid back and forth, building his
pleasure to orgasm. The mouse didn't ejaculate, nor did his own organ
participate directly in the pleasure his mind felt. But he felt that
massage a pussy gives to a cock, a massage to bring forth that fluid of
life. And he felt the climax, the satisfaction, the fulfillment of the
purpose. When Katy herself wanted to celebrate her own participation in
the primal act, that was better still. He got to feel her pussy get so
wet, her inner lips and clit so engorged, and then her own orgasmic
celebration of the union of the sexes.
"What's the matter with you?" Katy said. "Are you sick?"
Shaq just looked at Katy with a blank expression.
The
first changes had been subtle. The orgasms weren't as good as they used
to be, then somehow he never quite let her finish. She would be left
hanging, waiting for that final flurry of licks from her special
friend's tongue, or waiting for those final deep and hard strokes up
her pussy that would send her over into beautiful, joyful release.
Then
he stopped wanting to go up her pussy at all, and she felt lonely
without his familiar presence. He still would lean against her and kiss
her face, but that was all. He slept in the shavings in his cage and
soiled them like any other mouse.
Katy brought the cage into Mr. Williams' living room and set it down.
"Let's get Shaq out and see what's up."
She took the mouse out of his cage and sat on the sofa. Mr. Williams sat next to her, a few feet away, and turned towards her.
Shaq climbed all over Katy, sat on her shoulder, and acted much as he had when she first met him at dinner.
Mr. Williams picked him up and looked him over, then put him back on Katy's shoulder.
"He looks fine."
Just then Shaq lifted himself up on his hind paws and gave Katy one of his licking kisses on the cheek.
"So what's the problem?"
Katy was suddenly anxious. How could she explain what was wrong without explaining what they had been doing?
"He
doesn't seem himself, quite, and -- actually, he does seem better
today," she said, turning pink and stumbling over her words. "Maybe
something here in the house..."
"Katy, you seem upset. Is there some problem you're not mentioning?"
"Oh nothing, Mr. Williams. Can you take me home now?"
"There's something bothering you."
Mr.
Williams paused a moment. "Oh, Katy..." he said in a low voice. "Since
I gave you Shaq the lab people have said sometimes one of these mice
tries to do his kisses on a girl's chest."
Katy stammered.
"It's no shame. Did he just start recently?"
Katy turned beet red.
"Oh
no, Katy! So it's been going on for a while? And you let him lick you
there? And didn't say anything? Oh my." Mr. Williams paused a bit.
"They say that if you don't stop one, he might go exploring other
places too. Oh, look at you, you're so upset! Do I get the feeling you
let him touch you in your private parts? I think he did. They say he'll
even actually..."
Katy started crying.
"Oh, goodness, Katy. I think maybe I'll have to tell your parents about this."
"No, Mr. Williams, no!" Katy cried. "Please, anything but that!"
"You
can call me Eric," he said. "Oh, come here, sweetie," Mr. Williams
said, moving close to her and hugging her to him as they sat side by
side. Shaq hopped onto the back of the sofa to get out of the way.
"I think you've been letting Shaq actually penetrate your vagina, is that right?"
Katy cried, feeling hopelessly embarrassed.
Through
her agony she was dimly aware that she liked the way he stroked her
hair and she liked his warm body against her. Mr. Williams had always
been kind to her, so maybe he'd help her find a way out of this.
"But then in a girl your age the hormones are strong and I imagine it's so tempting."
He slowed and starting whispering, "By now you're a sexually experienced young woman, aren't you?"
Katy
drew away to look at him, with tear-stained red face and mussed hair.
As she did he let his hand slowly slide down to her breast.
"Hormones are strong in me, too," he said, "for a beautiful young girl like you. Maybe there's a way," he said.
Suddenly
Katy got the new aspect to this situation -- he was hitting on her. It
was alarming and gross -- but also very exciting.
"A way to not tell my parents?" she said in a ragged voice.
"Yes..."
She thought of how she might bargain. "Do you want to, like, see me in my underwear?" she asked.
Mr. Williams grinned. "I'd love to see you in just your underwear," he said.
Katy rose and faced him. "And then you won't tell my parents?"
Mr.
Williams paused. "You've already done some very naughty things," he
continued. "Maybe some more won't make much difference ... I'm not sure
that stripping to your underwear is quite enough."
"If you've
already pulled your panties down and let an animal -- a rodent, no less
-- touch you and poke into you, what would be the harm in letting a
human being -- a friend of the family, no less -- do the same thing?"
Katy's
pussy was suddenly very wet. The idea of Mr. Williams sliding into her
was terrifically exciting -- and so very naughty. But it was the
principle of the thing she hated.
"This is blackmail!" Katy said hotly.
"Oh, I wouldn't put it that way," he said, though that was precisely what it was.
Mr.
Williams sighed. "No, Katy, I promise not to tell on you." Was he
having a change of heart, or did he sense that contrition would get him
exactly what he wanted?
"No matter what?"
"Well, OK,
sorry. It's just that a terrifically sexy young girl like you sometimes
drives a man to think about things he shouldn't."
Katy was dying
to get out of her clothes, and she had one more thought, a very
grown-up thought. As it was he could tell on her any time. But if he
actually did fuck her, then she had something to hold over him too. She
was prime USDA Grade A jail bait.
She was horny. She had had a
crush on Mr. Williams for a long time and had occasionally dreamed of
him taking her against her will -- that way she would be innocent, and
she could enjoy his caresses without guilt. He had also given her a
very sexy present -- her little lover Shaq.
She was horny, but
she was also angry that he had tried to blackmail her. The combination
inspired her to do something very, very naughty. She reached under her
dress and pulled off her panties, then stepped up on the sofa, one foot
on either side of Mr. Williams' knees, dirty shoes on the clean plush
fabric. She then hitched up her dress and pressed her crotch right into
his face.
She loved his expression of surprise, lust and fear as
his head disappeared under her dress. Holding her weight partly on her
arms on the back of the sofa, she wiggled around to mash her whole
crotch and pussy area against his face, hard, and then scrunch it back
and forth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw little Shaq standing
on his haunches at the other end of the sofa back, bobbing up and down.
So at least the little guy wasn't jealous.
When she finally pulled back and Mr. Williams' face reappeared, it was a collage of regions that were red, wet, and both.
He
rose, looking angry, and she backed away. Was he really, truly angry?
Well, if he was, she expected the worst he would do would be to throw
her down roughly somewhere and ravish her -- which was exactly what she
wanted.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her roughly down the hallway toward his bedroom.
"No, no!" she cried weakly, but she knew she wasn't doing a very good acting job.
"Now strip!" he said harshly.
Obediently Katy stepped out of her clothes, showing her body to a man for the first time.
Mr.
Williams was also stripping, and in a few moments she saw his hard,
trim body, with hairy chest -- and long, straight cock sticking out
right at her. It was certainly a lot bigger than her pet penis Shaq and
a wave of fear passed through her.
He leered at her
appreciatively, then pushed her so she stumbled back on the bed. He was
soon on top of her, and in no time her legs were spread wide with one
of his knees pinning each of them. His hands crushed her arms against
the mattress. She was totally at his mercy. She saw his hard cock as it
twitched approaching her pussy. Just at the opening, it stopped.
Mr.
Williams reached down to engulf her left nipple in his mouth and suck
hard. Katy gasped at the sensation that dwarfed Shaq's sweet little
licks. He bit her nipple as he pulled away, then attacked the other one.
He
drew up and gave her a lusty grin before looking down between her legs.
With one hand he pushed her pussy lips open, then lodged his cockhead
into her opening and pushed. He was much bigger than Shaq, and she was
amazed at the sensation of being spread so very wide open and then
relentlessly stuffed. It didn't hurt, however.
Mr. Williams
looked up to see her wide eyes and grinned. He bottomed out pressing
against her cervix, the same thing that Shaq tugged on during her
period. Then he began his in and out motion, first with slow, small
strokes, then faster and deeper and harder.
The stimulation on
her pleasure centers wasn't as intense as when Shaq was doing her, but
everything else compensated -- Mr. Williams' bulk pressing down on her,
the size of his cock, the seamless connection of the two, and the way
his strength powered the cock into her hard and deep.
She had
the sense that if he wanted to he could puncture her abdomen with his
cock or snap her little arm bones -- and found it all the more exciting
that she knew she could trust him not to, even as he raped her. His
aggression was bounded to fucking her and giving her her first dose of
sperm, and that was what she wanted too.
He grunted and groaned,
and as his muscles tensed and he plowed her depths harder and harder,
her pleasure built. Then she sensed his whole body open up as he
gasped. His ducts opened and shot gobs of sperm up into her, but the
rest of him seemed open too. She convulsed too, a strong orgasm -- a
pair of matching dirty, messy, earthy orgasms. He pulled out and lay
gently beside her, and she was thrilled to think that his sperm stayed
up inside her.
Katy idly fingered Mr. Williams' amazing organ as
it lay limp, but exploring the phenomenon changed it, and the limp
organ didn't stay limp for long.
Mr. Williams was soon on top of her again, sliding his penis in and out with smooth, deep, and gentle strokes for a long time.
"Katy," Mr. Williams said quietly.
Katy woke with a start. She must have dozed off as they lay together after the second time.
"I need to take you home now." Glancing at the clock she realized he was right.
The two lovers dressed in silence.
"I know it's a little late to ask, but could I be pregnant?" Katy asked quietly.
Eric
Williams lay back in bed at midnight, hands behind his head, smiling.
His plan had succeeded beautifully, far beyond his expectations.
All
nine of the mice he had given were safely stashed up the cunts of the
teenagers, resting contentedly as the girls slept. The transmissions
from the mice made that clear. As the girls slept, the enveloping
vaginal walls were a little different for the different mice. Some of
the pussies were deeper than the others, some tighter and some wetter.
Each
girl's pussy had a slightly different odor. Gina was at the peak of her
fertility and her pussy had the glorious odor to match. Katy was just
coming into that phase, and Eric found a girl's odor at that stage was
the sweetest and most subtle. Probably tomorrow night Laura's mouse
would have to start tugging and poking her uterus to keep her cramps at
bay. In his experiments he had found it was a trick to harness the
contractions so they didn't hurt. Plugging the cervix was easy enough,
and unplugging it to let all the blood out was just as easy.
He
decided he wanted Gina's mouse to fuck her just then -- her cunt just
cried out for it -- so he had the creature turn about, stiffen, and
slide in and out in the timeless fucking motion inside the sleeping
girl. Eric felt the pleasure in his own brain, the pleasure of fucking
an adolescent girl in heat, her vaginal walls so slick and hot. He let
the mouse go on for a good long while, then felt the intense pleasure
of orgasm as Gina's mouse twitched.
During the day, Eric adored the experiences his mice relayed.
The
sensitive mouse noses were right against the panties, sniffing the
delicious odor of the girl's reproductive system mixed with her healthy
sweat smell. The mice could also smell odors in the air beyond the girl
-- dirt, flowers, freshly mown grass, tasty food, shampoo...
The mice overheard favorite music, girl gossip, squabbles with parents, and teacher lectures.
When
the girl saw a boy she liked, her odor changed to reflect that and her
pussy started dampening a touch. A few of the girls went on dates, and
some let the boys feel them up a little. But they were not going to let
the boys between their legs. Why risk pregnancy and disease and the
reputation of a slut when total sexual satisfaction was available any
time?
Eric didn't pay much attention when the mice were out
eating and drinking and exercising in the world at large. That was
rodent business. What he craved was what the enhanced mouse experienced
in and around the girl.
Five of the girls modeled naked for their mice just as Katy did in the morning and he adored that.
Beyond
all the direct pleasure -- the sights, smells, and exquisite sensations
of sex -- there was that profound something that gave Eric a sense of
peace. He loved the concept of girlhood itself, and he loved specific
girls. He loved walking around with them, being part of their lives. It
was even more special doing this from the vantage point of their most
private organ, the one that defined them as girls. His presence in
their vaginas, day in and day out, week after week, was truly inspiring
and even transcendent.
That inspiration naturally triggered the
basic carnal impulse. A man could never truly merge with a girl and
know what it was to be her. But he could engage in the age-old
conjunction of mating: Thrusting within vagina, striving to get just a
little deeper, and convulsing in ecstasy at its consummation. It was
especially rewarding to do that when the girl was excited and craved
the union as much as he did -- when her pussy flooded and she pulsed
with orgasm. But the girls were also all happy to accommodate his
desires and let their mice steal some extra sex. She experienced at the
minimum a pleasant warmth and a sense of happiness at satisfying her
beloved mouse.
He had gotten all nine of the girls to yield to
his advances as Eric Williams, source of magical mice. Katy and Sue
were regulars, and he had to set limits with Gina or she would have him
fucking her twice each day and straining his sexual stamina.
To
get into Katy's pants he had used blackmail. But he had found a simpler
technique for the others. As with Katy, he had their mice lose interest
in giving the girls their intimate attentions. Then he simply asked for
sex as payment for curing this malady. Their mice had given them a
sexual hunger and fulfilled it, and it was hard for them to imagine
giving it up. And the sexual awakening made a little affair with the
handsome purveyor of the mice tolerable if not actively exciting.
Eric had plans for extending his experiment too.
Another
of his grown-up acquaintances had a nine-year-old daughter Michelle,
and he had offered her a special mouse. So far he didn't go beyond
innocent kissing on the cheek. The girl played with him like most
children would play with a pet mouse. He did get to watch her dress and
undress, a source of profound excitement to him. He got to see her
playing by herself with dolls and books, and occasionally revealing
some of her thoughts by talking out loud. He was eager to watch her
progression as she went through puberty. Females really were such
amazing creatures, to be appreciated at all ages.
Eric Williams couldn't have accomplished any of that human/mouse engineering by himself. He needed my help.
I
am an alien, 37,000,000 years old and without looming mortality. I can
die through an accident and undoubtedly will some day, but so far I
have been very careful -- or at least careful enough.
Ancient
creatures amass great wisdom and power. But every intelligent creature
thoroughly understands before even 1,000 years of age that life has no
meaning. Then after a few million years it is just very hard to find
anything truly new, and boredom is life's key struggle. We ancient ones
lack optimism, enthusiasm, and joy.
Fortunately we can link
ourselves to creatures with fleeting lives, creatures whose existence
is so short that their zest for living lasts through most of it. We do
not harm the creatures with such a link, we simply listen in.
Earth
has been a nice place to hang out for these past few thousand years.
There is great misery, but we ignore that and link to pleasure.
Linking
directly to a child or an adolescent is tempting. The joy and
enthusiasm is unmatched. However, that can change to pain and despair
in a flash, which is as jarring for a listening alien as for the child
herself. But Eric the adult man was stable and not given to flashes of
despair, and he could ignore girls who were in a funk and concentrate
on the others.
Eric Williams' fantasies and desires regarding
adolescents coupled with the joy and freshness of the adolescents
themselves was a very satisfying combination.
That little
strange sensation Katy had felt in her head was me, getting her to feel
good about sexual advances from a rodent. All of the girls needed a
little of that -- except Gina. Seven also needed a little tweak to
accept the sexual attentions of Eric Williams himself. Without my
protection he could have very easily ended up in jail.
The
constant satisfaction of Eric's hungers and their constant renewal is a
very satisfying combination: pleasure, union, and transcendence.
We'll see what happens when Eric's girls head off to college. I'll let him deal with that problem when it arises.