Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Candy licked my clit.
Would I?
My mind seemed to split, to run along two parallel tracks.
On one, I felt the rhythmic attention my artificial bed sister had started paying to my needy, aching pussy and I saw in my mind’s eye the dark, forbidden act she had just promised. Her moving private parts, with their wetness and their heat, seemed to produce another sensation, a phantom feeling in my imagination as much as in my cheeks and forehead… the obscene, hot stream of pee gushing from Candy’s pussy and onto my face.
That track made me cry out over and over, as Candy moaned, her hips moving faster and faster, her climax obviously drawing rapidly closer.
On the other track, somewhere in space—some exotic, intellectual neighborhood deep within subspace… or perhaps in an ivory tower overlooking the land called subspace… the tutoring happened. My thoughts, confused but free to take new shapes, delved into the meaning of Candy’s terrible declaration and much more importantly into the significance of my reaction to it: how I had felt so certain at first that to have another girl pee on my face could never, ever arouse me—and how with a single kiss from Candy to my needy clit that had started to change.
Education. If that represented a kind of education, what did it mean to learn? Had Candy just taught me… had I just learned that a girl like me craves terrible things… things I would have never thought consenting adults would do with one another?
Yes, at the Institute, I knew that some training groups did that kind of bathroom play… those golden showers. Groups like mine whispered about them sometimes in the cafeteria—that some men and women who bought Institute-trained concubines liked to dominate them that way on the one hand and control them that way on the other, using the shameful act and the bladder-stretching need for it as part of their bed girls’ ongoing training. Master G had never mentioned it, though, and even Julia had never made a threat anything like Candy’s apparent promise to wet my face with her own golden shower.
The thought had sent a chill up my spine, and I had turned away from it, as anyone—any real girl, anyway—turns away from unwanted mental images. Here between Candy’s mobile thighs, though, I couldn’t stop picturing it, almost feeling it on my burning face, and my pussy clenched with every little kiss from Candy’s lips and every tiny lick from her knowing tongue.
Education… changing a person, making them… forcing them, even… to develop, on the inside. To progress, even if that progress brings them into some very shameful place… some place that looked very shameful to them, before.
Candy lifted her head, and I sobbed in protest, trying frantically to shape my aching tongue into the kind of stiff peak that Julia had demanded I learn to provide for another girl’s rubbing clit and labia. I had learned that, my distant rational mind echoed… I had thought the new skill had come from outside, from my domineering senior groupmate, but maybe, really, the more important part had happened on the inside, as I developed.
My bed sister’s hands tugged on my wrists, moving them further down my sides.
“Hands under your bottom, Renee,” Candy said in that frightening, dominant voice. “Spread your cunt open for me.”
It almost didn’t register that she had used the c-word. It certainly didn’t register as urgently as it should have: my only reaction came in the form of a bucking of my hips at the surge of need her unexpectedly filthy mouth had brought deep inside my vagina.
I obeyed. I took the two round globes of my bottom and I pulled them apart. I felt the air move against the tiny ring of my anus and I thought of my owner’s huge cock going in and out of me there, teaching me my lesson.
Lesson… in obedience… changing me, progressing me on the inside.
Candy put her hands on top of mine and gripped hard, spreading me even further open, so that I cried out in discomfort. Over my face, her hips bucked, thrusting her pussy down hard onto my mouth. At the same moment, she buried her own face between my thighs.
She cried out, her backside jerking in little spasms and her pussy contracting over and over against my numb-feeling lips as she came. My own climax, after so much helpless need and the shameful arousal of Candy’s lewd commands and filthy promises of more degradation to come, took hold only a second or two later. I sobbed out my pleasure into my bed sister’s hot, wet pussy while she tormented me with pleasure between my spread legs.
“Mmm,” her voice said, outside the darkness she had enforced on me beneath her straddling legs and her mobile bottom. “Mmm. Come for me, Renee, before I pee on you.”