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Lessons in Taboo by Mat Twassel
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   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 minimarshmallow.  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 did 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-cumcovered cock.  "Oh, is it hurt?" I remarked, "Maybe if I
kissed it and made it better." And without waiting for him to demure, I
took him in my mouth and sucked him clean.

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   An illustrated version of this story is available at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/twassel/www/Taboo.htm
   

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