[rec.arts.erotica] Story: Anitta's Second Pussy

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KITTY.TXT written September-October, 1990 
Copyright (C) 1990 by Green Hell, Inc. 
(Unlimited distribution is permitted as long as file remains unchanged.) 
 
                            "Anitta's Second Pussy" 
                  [YET ANOTHER INFAMOUS GREEN HELL PRODUCTION] 
 
 
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The problem with a kitten is THAT, 
Eventually it grows up to be a CAT! 
                    --Unknown 
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    Kittens are very adorable animals, with their soft and fluffy fur, their 
cute little high-pitched meows. And of course they are so much fun to watch 
when at play. 
    Watching the fuzzy, clumsy things rolling and bounding across the carpet, 
Anitta found her resistance breaking down. Her friend Josie had been pushing 
Anitta to take one of the kittens. 
    "You don't have *any* other pets, your apartment building allows cats, 
and they are real easy to take care of." Josie was almost like an eager 
saleswoman at a department store, trying to convince a customer how easy it 
would be to buy just that one little item. 
    "I don't know..." Anitta said, watching as one grayish kitten jumped up 
and down on a sibling in fiendish mock-battle. "The last cat I had was back 
when I was just a kid. He got hit by a car." She looked a bit sad about this, 
but smiled when a black and white patterned kitten tumbled two of its 
siblings over in one swipe, then lost its balance and fell on its rump. 
    "Then it's been too long since you had a pussy cat," Josie said with 
confidence. 
    "Yes," Anitta said, reaching out to stroke one of the quieter kitten's on 
the head, "it's been too long." 
 
    Chaos stalked the rubber mouse carefully, body hugged to the kitchen 
floor with his tail wagging in the air. Anitta watched from the counter, 
stifling an urge to laugh at the young cat's seriousness. When she had chosen 
the black and white kitten, it had adjusted to her apartment rapidly, after a 
few days of meowing for its companions. To keep Chaos (who fast earned the 
name) happy, she had bought several cat toys and spent much of her free time 
playing with him. 
    Now the high speed kitten was a young cat, nearly a year old. The rubber 
mouse, unsuspecting of its fate, contemplated Anitta with eyes of black 
plastic. 
    Don't look at me, Anitta thought, it's not like you're going to suffer. 
    Chaos bounded across the short distance between him and the toy, which 
gave a wheezy squeak of surprise. After chewing and pulling at it for several 
minutes, Chaos determined that the enemy was defeated and the kitchen once 
again safe for Democracy. The mouse was slightly more chewed and looked like 
it might be considering a change of occupation. 
    Chaos ran suddenly from the kitchen to the apartment hallway, then walked 
reagally to Anitta's chair and began to rub up against her legs, purring 
loudly. "Mrrroowww?" 
    "You had your supper," Anitta said, "this is mine." She used one 
stockinged foot to caress Chaos back, who flopped down onto his side and 
started to bat at it. "Hey, that's my foot, not a toy!" Anitta poked Chaos so 
that he rolled onto his back. She noted that as usual he had an erection. The 
bright red tip of the penis peeked out from its short, furred sheath. She 
had not yet gotten around to getting him fixed, since she had no other cats 
and he was kept in the apartment all the time. This meant that Chaos tended 
to be in a regular state of excitement, especially after playing. 
    "Mrrrrrrph..." Chaos suddenly shifted as if a flea were itching him and 
started to lick his penis. Anitta felt strangely invasive watching him so she 
looked back at her plate. 
    "Me and you both, kid. At least you can lick your trouble spot." Anitta 
sighed and pushed the plate away. No boyfriend for the last six months, and 
only two one-night stands. Her job at the bank and her studies at school were 
so demanding that sometimes she felt like just saying "fuck it!" 
    Time for Mr. Vibrator, Anitta decided. It was Friday night, a time when 
many people were partying or playing. An absence of a party, Anitta thought, 
I might as well fuck myself silly. 
    She dumped the remains of her meal in the garbage, left the plate in the 
sink, and went to the bedroom. Chaos ignored his owner, continuing with his 
cleaning. 
    "Mrrpth." 
 
    Like A Virgin? Deep Throat II? Maybe a classic... Of course, Peter North 
has a yummy body and big, juicy balls... 
    Anitta pulled the XXX-rated videotape out of its box and loaded it into 
the VCR. Usually it was fine to just fantasize, but tonight she wanted to 
fuck someone so bad that even watching a guy doing it to someone else would 
be a pleasure. As the tape started up, Anitta removed her clothes without any 
attempt to be graceful or neat. She unbuttoned her blouse, then tugged down 
the zipper in the back of her skirt, managing to fall back on the bed. 
    "Woops." Eager bitch, aren't you? she commented to herself. On the TV 
screen, the credits had already gone by against a background of slurping, 
moaning acters from the movie. Now Peter North as some idiot office worker 
was in bed with his wife and a hard-on, which poked the sheets up. The effect 
was somewhat silly looking. 
    Skirt removed and left on the floor, Anitta rubbed her crotch through her 
pantyhose. "Yeah," she said in excitement, "that's the ticket." She continued 
to rub herself through the pantyhose, deliberately staining them. They were 
an old pair, so why not get a bit of extra use out of them before throwing 
them away? 
    Naughty girl, Anitta thought. Ruining your underwear! 
    Peter North had already bugged his porno wife into letting her fuck him, 
but the bitch didn't seem too interested. She just laid there in her curlers 
as his long, smooth bone slid in plump, blonde cunt. She spent her time 
eating a banana and doing her nails while Mr. North grunted and exerted 
himself. 
    Anitta's hand was a bit sticky with strained lubricants so she wiped it 
across the stocking along her thigh. Moving back on the bed so she could lean 
up against the walls and cushions behind her, she admired Mr. North's large, 
bouncing testicles. Having seen the movie more than several times, Anitta was 
aware of how much semen would be pumped out of those hairy globes. 
    "Isn't it good honey?" Peter asked his disinterested, fictional wife. 
    "Oh yeah," Anitta said. She had soaked her pantyhose enough so that she 
could wring out the juice if she wanted too. Somehow she had gotten very 
excited, more quickly than usual. Too long between fucks, she thought. She 
spread her legs wide and flat, straining her muscles against the elastic 
synthetic of the pantyhose. Her powder blue blouse was still on, open wide to 
let her breasts sit freely in the air. The pleasant fragrance of the perfume 
she had dabbed between them rose up to her nostrils. No one at the bank had 
seemed to take notice, though. 
    Peter North was groaning as he pumped his wife, laying on her back. He 
pulled out with a grunt and a gasp. Anitta shoved her right hand under the 
pantyhose to start frigging herself, timing it with Peter's unloading of cum. 
Big, juicy streams of pearly white coated the porno wife's stomach and chest, 
piling up into messy layers. 
    "Uuuhhmmmmmm," Anitta moaned, her index and middle fingers stroking the 
inside of her vagina. She whimpered a bit at the soft paws of pleasure 
flickering in her tummy. Impatient for full access to her quim, Anitta peeled 
the pantyhose down to her knees and put her right hand back in her crotch as 
she wrestled the undergarment off with her right. For a moment she looked 
terribly silly. Then, with a content little sigh, she laid back and spread 
her legs. No ordinary little stir session was this going to be! Anitta wanted 
to pretend as much as possible that she was being fucked. 
    Peter North and several other studs were on screen now, stumbling through 
bad dialogue. Anitta flicked her right nipple with her left hand. The cone 
around it had already swelled with blood to form a brown, shiny base. 
Flicking her nipple made Anitta gasp, and wish her breasts were big enough so 
she could suck her own nipples. Her bust size was only 34, though. 
    Phooey, Anitta thought. 
    On the screen, Christy Canyon was in the president's office, apparently 
getting very turned on by thoughts of Corporate Power. Anitta fantasized 
about having breasts like Christy's, big enough to suck her own nipples with 
ease. She had to content herself with twirling a moistened index finger 
around the nipples, making shivery shocks go through them and into her puffy 
quim. Inspired by Christy's loud, whimpering moans, she rubbed her right 
hand's thumb pad against her clit, leisurely building up the tension of a 
climax. 
    "Meeeooww?" 
    "Jesus," Anitta exclaimed. She had forgotten entirely about Chaos. Now 
the cat had stalked into her bedroom, looking for her. The cat jumped onto 
her bed and made a small, inquisitive sound. 
    "Now now fella," Anitta said. She swept the cat off the bed by sliding 
her right leg over. The young tom fell off the bed and glared at his owner 
for a moment before sniffing under the bed for dust bunnies. 
    Christy Canyon had been joined by a quiet, short-haired blonde, who was 
now enthusiastically tonguing Christy's brown and pink pussy. Christy moaned 
loudly regularly, displaying real and great enjoyment of the licking she was 
getting. Anitta wasn't bisexual and rarely fantasized about lesbianism, but 
Christy seemed to enjoy this treatment a great deal. Anitta fingred herself 
carefully, wishing she had a guy there to clean her cream out. She wasn't 
fussy, any willing guy would due. But there was only Anitta and her fingers. 
Oh, and her vibrator. 
    "OH yes!!" Christy cried out, humping her crotch against the petite 
blonde's mouth. "Ooohh uuuh uuuuh Uuuh UUUUUHH!" Her big, unenhanced titties 
bounced and jumped with her shudders of orgasm. The jiggles went unnoticed, 
since Anitta was retrieving her vibrator from underneath the pillow. Rather 
than a limited, battery powered type, Anitta had a full 110 volt, three 
speed, multi-head machine, the kind advertised as a "massage device". As 
Christy Canyon gave little hiccuppy sigh-moans of contentment, Anitta 
attached the round bulb stimulator to her vibrator. 
    Ignored and rebuffed, Chaos had gone sniffing for something to play with. 
The floor under the bed was distressingly free of dust bunnies (a dead bug 
proved only slightly amusing when batted with a paw), so the tom had looked 
for any new thing in his owner's room. He had discovered the discarded 
clothes quickly enough. The skirt was familiar but the pantyhose weren't. 
Chaos was drawn to the pair by a strong, musky odor. He touched his nose to 
the stretchy fabric and smelled the female musk of sexual excitement. He 
started purring, buried his face further into the damp material, and kneaded 
it eagerly with his paws. 
    "Well hello there," Christy Canyon said to the company vice-president who 
had just appeared on the screen, right after Christy had finished licking off 
her blonde friend. Anitta had been ignoring the screen, letting the moans and 
guttural cries stimulate her imagination as the vibrating bulb slid up and 
down inside her pussy lips. Lubricant shined on the plastic head and the lips 
that clung to it. Her first climax was getting close, blood pumping into a 
tight hooded bud of flesh. She watched as the new porno stud, Paul 
something?, was stripped by Christy and her friend. His cock was not quite as 
thick as Peter's but it was longer and still plenty meaty with nice veins and 
it bobbed around as he moved and Christy started masaging it and Anitta 
placed the bulb against her clit to make the come really blow. 
    "AUUHHH! AAAHHHH! AAAh Aaahhh," she cried, clenching her thighs together, 
the pulsations of her pussy feeling like soft fingers kneading her crotch on 
the inside. "Aaaaah... ahhhh... aahhhh that's nice..." She had stuck the 
fizzing bulb of the device back in her crevice to draw out her climax in an 
almost painful manner. Now she clicked it off and let it lay on the bed 
between her legs. Christy Canyon was currently sucking on her boss's wagging 
cock, an eager expression on her face as she "mmmmmph"ed and "Hmmmmm!"ed in 
pleasure. 
    A little quick on the trigger, Anitta thought. God I needed it so bad... 
    Loud purrings attracted Anitta's attention. She leaned forward and saw 
Chaos kneading her pantyhose into clumps, his whole face stuffed into the 
crotch, eyes closed. She was puzzled for a moment, then realization struck. 
Anitta felt embarrassed that her pussy oils were obviously exciting the young 
tom. 
    "Hey Chaos, come here boy. Here kitty, kitty, kitty..." Anitta made 
smacking noises with her mouth to attract the cat's attention. His ears 
pricked up at her and his eyes opened a bit, but he didn't stop purring or 
kneading. Feeling odd, Anitta reached out and snagged the pantyhose, now 
badly torn. "Jeez..." she said. The odd feeling was really churning in her 
now, and something was nipping at the edges of her mind. Chaos had plopped 
himself down after being separated from the undergarment. Now, rear legs 
supporting himself and front paws splayed to the sides, Chaos had started 
licking his little red cock. Anitta was watching. 
    Christy Canyon was pretending to be really getting off on a tit fuck, but 
Anitta was feeling suddenly very nasty and wicked. She watched Chaos 
carefully, starting to stroke her crotch with one hand. His pink, round-ended 
tongue was making a muffled lapping noise as he licked his genitals. A bag of 
black fur and flesh hung just under the sheath of the penis. Anitta figured 
that proportionally, the balls were bigger than Mr. North's. 
    This is sick, Anitta thought, getting turned on by a tom cat. Sick and 
nasty. 
    Memories tumbled into her mind, memories of when she had been 13 years 
old and had been given a cat for a present. Named it Fluffy. Slept almost 
every night with Fluffy by her head on the pillow. Until several years later 
he had wandered too far into the street. 
    But unburied by sharp sensory reminders were the memories of when she had 
woke up one night with Fluffy curled up between her legs, his warm and furry 
bulk pressing through the thin bed sheet. Her nightshirt. Against her panties 
and her private place. At 13, she had only her parent's somewhat vague 
explanation of sex, but this weight against her privates felt good. She 
stroked Fluffy and he responded with a contented rumbling. Pushing his bulk 
against her crotch, the little girl Anitta discovered warm and wonderful 
feelings in her tummy and privates. She didn't know she was lubricating until 
Fluffy yawned, stretched, and then sniffed. He snuffled at her crotch, making 
the little Anitta thrilled and scared and confused. 
 
    A full grown and experienced Anitta was breathing hard at the memory 
which she had buried from shame and grief. She remembered how she had just 
laid there that night with Fluffy sniffing at her completely virginal and 
tender cunny. She had never even played with herself back then, so the 
sensations were quite unique to her. 
    "Oh God," Anitta moaned. She fell back on the bed and slid three fingers 
into her pussy, finding it loose and sloppy. Her mouth was dry with 
excitement, forbidden thoughts and memories swirling in her head. 
"Ooooooh..." Trembling fingers plucked soft, spongy tissue, stirring Anitta's 
cunny cream into a froth and making sticky slurpy noises. "Uuummm it's so 
good... I was such a nasty little uuummmm girl..." Anitta stretched her outer 
pussy lips out and back to make her clit stick out like a piece of glossy red 
candy. Extended, her pinky nail slid under the cap of flesh and scratched the 
bud underneath. Anitta whimpered at the sharp pleasure. 
    In her mind's eye, she envisioned the little girl she had been, short 
curly blonde hair topping a fair skinned face of simple prettyness. Her 
bedroom had been small, with pink stripes and flowers alternating on the wall 
paper. Lace had edged her bed sheets and pillow cases, her curtains and 
nightshirts. Posters of unicorns and horses had been taped neatly to the 
walls, along with one of David Cassidy. The room had held a faint smell of 
lilacs and honeysuckle. 
 
    The 13 year-old Anitta had been pleased and confused after that first 
night. The next time she woke up with Fluffy laying against her crotch, 
several nights later, she laid still for over ten minutes. Her flower printed 
bed sheets had been crumpled to one side sometime during the night, so the 
cat had been resting on just her nightshirt. The warmth and softness of his 
body was very noticeable through the two thin layers of cloth that hid the 
young girl's cunniken. Cautiously, so as not to disturb Fluffy, she pulled at 
her nightshirt to slide it out from under the cat. The soft fabric made a 
faint ssshing noise, the only accompaniment to her nervousness and excitement. 
Then the hem of her nightgown was around her tummy and Fluffy was laying on 
his side against the slope between little Anitta's thighs. These same thighs 
were spreading automatically, just to accompany the cat. White cotton was the 
only barrier between Fluffy's body and the innocent girl's cunny.  
 
    As an adult, Anitta had fucked many men, some good and some bad and some 
that were so nice that she didn't care what their performance was like. But 
none of them, and no fantasizing, had had the effect on her that this simple 
memory was. She was teasing herself unmercifully, nudging her fattened 
clitoris with one finger or the other as the rest explored her slick cunt. 
Musky oils and lubricants had flowed out to run into the crack of her ass, 
tickling her anal rosebud. Panting like a marathon runner, she clenched her 
bed sheet with one hand and arched her hips high up in the air. She felt like 
a bitch in heat, just waiting for a prick to stuff its way in her caveronous 
cunt and rip her inside out. The emptiness of it almost made her cry. 
 
    Snuggled in her comfy warm bed, little Anitta lay breathing as quietly as 
possible, which was very difficult. All the oxygen seemed to have rushed out 
of the air and her mouth was sticky-dry. She was also aware of something 
between her legs. Mom had explained about periods, but this didn't seem to be 
what she had talked about. The little maiden wondered if she had weed 
herself. It was feeling wet down there, and there was a sort of tingle too. 
She couldn't help shifting her bottom around, because of the itching. This 
caused Fluffy to wake up and move. Little Anitta felt an immediate pang of 
regret, though she didn't understand what was going on. 
    Fluffy stood up and stretched in that back-arching manner that cats do. 
He nestled back down on the cushiony mattress, then caught the odor of the 
child's cunny. The moisture had crept through the cotton panties slowly and 
impregnated them with just a faint scent of her developing womanhood. Fluffy 
sniffed closer, and then thrilled little Anitta by rasping his tongue against 
 the smooth fabric. 
    "Oh, good kitty!" little Anitta had exclaimed softly. She didn't know 
why, it just seemed like Fluffy deserved the praise. More licks followed, the 
scratchy sound of the cat's tongue faint but clear in the room's stillness. 
poster of David Cassidey on her wall and wondered why it always made her feel 
giddy to think about kissing him. But not as giddy as she felt now. 
 
    Ignored, the VCR dutifully decoded magnetic imprints into an image of 
Peter North sliding his cock into a boisterous Christy Canyon. "Oh Gaaaawhhd! 
Oh caaa-caaan you feel me come?!! Caaaa... caan you fffeel me coming all over 
your COCK?!" 
    Anitta's body was tensed up like a revving motorcycle. Sweat glistened on 
her white skin, soaking the sheets under her ass and back. Every time she 
shifted, the sheets stuck to her. The discomfort was amplified by her 
sensitivity, making it just another part of the tremendous thump she was 
building. Humming with authority, her vibrator was torturing its way across 
her body. She had used the flat, wide head on her breasts until she thought 
the nipples would spurt like little cocks. They were, in fact, seeping a tiny 
bit of fluid, ooze from glands tortured to produce something not available. 
Attached now to the metal peg of the vibrator was the clitoris cup. 
Unbearable as agony, its vibrations beat at Anitta's clit unmercifully, 
threatening to abrade the skin. 
    "Oh oh oh oH! OHH! It hurts! Oh fuck I'm gonnaaAAAUUUHHHH!!" Anitta 
dropped the vibrator and tugged at the clitoris as if it were a cock and she 
could make it squirt. Anitta whined and came, gulping in great breaths of air 
every few moments. As the intensity lessened, she moaned until the trembles 
of her climax went away, leaving her weak but still tense. 
    "I don't believe it..." Anitta blinked sweat from her eyes. "I know I'm 
going to do it and I can't believe it anyways." She got up shakily and looked 
to see Chaos curled up on her skirt. She stumbled into her bathroom and peed. 
When she got up from the toilet she looked at herself in the mirror. A 
sweaty, crazed face looked back. 
    "I'm going to do it," she said to her reflection. She turned on the tap. 
Cupped her hands under the stream. Slurped up the water. She rinsed her face 
off and dried it with a towel. She had to dry her thighs off too because of 
the flow that had dripped down. Breathing hard, Anitta left the bathroom, one 
hand fluttering near her crotch. She punched at the VCR several times and 
then managed to shut it off. 
    "Chaos... kitty kitty kitty..." Chaos picked up his ears. A few more 
calls and he opened his eyes to look at his owner. Anitta knelt on the floor 
by the cat, feeling so wicked and nasty. With her index and middle finger, 
she scooped out some of her pussy juices and held them out to the cat. He 
immediately picked himself up and started lapping at her fingers. Rasping 
noises and Anitta's panting were the only sound for the moments it took Chaos 
to clean off all of the juices. 
    "Good Chaos. Yes, you're such a good kitty..." Anitta scooted herself 
forward, spreading her knees and raising off her knees, until her crotch was 
positioned over the tom's head. "Come on Chaos... Here's more for you..." She 
was tensed in this position, bent back just slightly with her hands on the 
bed behind her, supporting. Chaos purred and stuck his face into Anitta's 
cunt making her tense more, before he finally lapped at the slit several 
times. 
    "uuuuuhhuu-uh-uh! Oh good good kitty!" Anitta was practically whimpering. 
"My sweet baby cat, lick mommy's pussy..." She did whimper when the cat's 
excited lapping brushed her clitoris. Chaos's tongue was much smaller than 
the others that had been down there, but its rough scratchiness on tender, 
sensitive skin was exquisite. And he kept lapping rapidly, like at a bowl of 
milk. Anitta did sob after several minutes of the torture. If she hadn't 
urinated earlier, she would lost her bladder right there. 
    Chaos was getting aggressive, pushing forward with surprisingly strong 
muscles. His muzzle was damp and he was salivating a great deal. The pink, 
flat tongue darted in and out like a spring-loaded toy. There was little 
penetration but its scratchy surface slipped over Anitta's outer lips, the 
inner lips, and occasionally her clit. Her muscles were starting to tremble 
from holding herself in this squatting position 
    "Y-y-you're mommy's *best* kitty! Uhhuh! Oh God!! Please, please, please, 
pleasepleasepleeeeezzzeeee..." Anitta couldn't stand it anymore. She nudged 
her cat's head out of the way and stroked her clit several times to bring 
herself off. Chaos, not to be rebuffed, started licking at her hand and 
consequently her clit. Anitta screamed one syllable and started bouncing  
herself up and down on her knees as she came, startling Chaos away for the 
moment. After a minute, she stopped coming. And started crying. 
    "Oooohhhh... Puh-poor fluuhffy... Oohhhhhh!!" Slumping forward, Anitta 
relieved the loss of her favorite childhood pet with unexpected intensity. Her 
first climax, at 14, had been when playing with herself while Fluffy lay 
purring beside her head on the pillow. She had always thought of the cat as 
the one to first bring her towards the realm of sex, in later years. Grief 
over Fluffy's death and then misdirected guilt had formed a barrier over the 
memories. And some sort of shame about the effect the cat had had on her. 
    "Mrrreeoow?" Chaos cried, sensing a disturbance in his owner. Anitta 
sniffled and picked up the cat, cuddling him tightly. She kissed his forehead 
and said "You're so sweet. Yes you are!" She smiled as he started purring. 
His fur was damp all over his face. Anitta stood up and then sat on the bed, 
cradling the cat in her arms. Chaos's gold-brown eyes were part-way open, 
looking at Anitta. She petted him and hugged him, just enjoying the feel of 
his warm, soft furred body against hers. After a while, she laid back and let 
Chaos curl up on her tummy and relax. 
    The weight felt good, but the soft fur against her naked skin was even 
better. Chaos's body rose and fell slightly with Anitta's own breathing. She 
had opened her legs a bit to allow the heat of her cunt escape freely. 
Getting easier to accept it, she thought. You're a pervert. She smiled a bit 
at the thought, then stroked Chaos gently from head to tail tip. Carefully, 
than, she took his tail and brushed it against her crevice. The fur tickled 
at first, but then it got wet and tickled a bit less. Chaos had opened his 
eyes again and was looking a bit surprised. His tail-tip was being introduced 
into his owner's crevice, pushing into her inner sanctum. 
    "Good kitty," Anitta reassured the cat, petting him with her other hand. 
"I just want to see how it feels..." The hair on this thin, fleshy intruder 
was being matted back while Anitta shivered at the sensation of fur inside 
her cunt. Several inches were now inside her, not filling her up but making 
her very warm and gooey. Then, apparently annoyed at the abuse of his 
precious tail, Chaos gave a little growl and flicked the tip. Anitta gasped 
and jerked and Chaos whipped his tail away entirely, making her gasp again. 
    "Oh wow," Anitta breathed. "If only..." She imagined a guy with a long, 
thin cock that could wiggle and twitch inside her. Then she imagined Chaos 
sliding his whole tail in her and she moaned. 
    Chaos had climbed off Anitta's tummy and was cleaning his tail eagerly. 
In the position her was in to do this, Anitta saw his little red cock again. 
"Oh poor kitty. No one to fuck, just like me." She felt a bit guilty about 
this, as she should have had the cat fixed months ago. He hadn't even been 
allowed out to find some friendly little pussy. 
    Nasty chills slithered up Anitta's spine. She leaned forwards and 
flattened herself out on the bed, facing her cat. "Good kitty," she said. 
"Sweet kitty..." She placed one finger under a furry ball and hefted it. 
Chaos's cleaning action slowed a bit. Anitta carefully brushed his cock tip. 
It looked almost like the end of a ball-point pen, with the point retracted. 
She could see now that a thin, clear fluid leaked from the tip. 
    "Do you want it bad, Chaos?" Anitta giggled. "Mommy will make you feel 
better." She used her index and thumb of the right hand to pull back the 
sheath of the penis, revealing its short length. Strange little hairs were 
visible near its base. Chaos had stopped cleaning all together and slowly 
laid back on his side. Anitta used her right index finger to stroke his 
penis, which quickly soaked the finger tip. She was afraid to taste the fluid 
but she was very excited about it. What did kitty cum look like? she thought. 
She stroked the quivering, dripping cock, which was very hard, admiring its 
flaming red color and the bevel point of it. 
    "merrrooowww," Chaos exclaimed. Anitta could see his breathing was faster 
by the rise and fall of his sides. She experimented a bit and found a 
remarkably sensitive spot that made the tom make funny noises every time she 
rubbed it. He wasn't purring now but his tail was starting to whip back and 
forth. 
    "Good kitty, it's ok, you'll feel allll better in a bit." Anitta was 
sliding her legs open and shut behind her, squeezing out pussy batter that 
stained her bed sheets. Her pinky on her left hand stretched out to poke the 
tiny, swollen testicles. "Allllll better," Anitta panted. She leaned forward 
a bit closer and watched the red cock intensely. Chaos was making a sort of 
growling-purr noise and whipping his tail all over. Then he stiffened and 
Anitta wished she could come at the same time as whitish fluid dribbled out 
of her kitty's cock, onto her fingers. She could feel the twitches in the 
tiny fur-bag as semen was pumped out. Chaos gave a loud yowl when he came, 
then scampered away from Anitta. 
    "It's ok Chaos," she said. "We can play some more later..." She took her 
right hand, wet with the tom's spunk, and rubbed it between her legs. It was 
her imagination, but it seemed her cunny burned where the fluid brushed 
against it. "Such a sweet kitty," she whispered, cupping one breast as she 
diddled herself to another come. 
    It was only Friday night, too! 
 
--*** THE END ***--


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    CARL@ROBOT.NUCENG.UFL.EDU  or  CARL%NUCENG.DECNET@PINE.CIRCA.UFL.EDU 
Kill the spirit and you'll be blind, in the end it's always the same, 
Play with fire you'll burn your fingers and lose your home in the flames. 
It's over it's done, the end has begun, If you listen to fools, the Mob rules! 
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