From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: When The Cat's Away (FM)
Date: 5 Nov 1996 20:26:08 GMT

			 When The Cat's Away
				  by
			      Megan Luce

	 It was in late August, and this particular day started like
most others that summer: I woke up hot and sweaty, with the sheets
twisted into a wet clump clenched tightly between my thighs. Well, it
wasn't exactly the same; usually my boyfriend Danny would be sleeping
like a log next to me, all but dead from studying for his prelims. He
had been spending about eighteen hours a day at it since the end of
May, every day, to the exclusion of all else; he hadn't fucked me in
all that time, and the constant tingling in my deserted pussy was
driving me crazy.

	Usually he screwed me at least once or twice a day, and a
couple of times a month got two or three of his friends to join us in
a gangbang; I was used to lots of fucking, and now that it had ended
abruptly, I was getting desperate. Just the morning before, I'd
awakened first, stripped off the T-shirt I slept in, and sucked
Danny's cock up into a gloriously rigid and swollen pole. But while I
knelt over him, trying with very shaky hands to guide his formidable
dick into my dripping twat, he woke up, rolled on his side, and
muttered, "For God's sake, Meg, let me sleep!"

	I knew that these exams were important, that they determined
his whole future, that he had to pass them or forget his doctorate,
forget becoming a university professor... everything he'd worked so
hard for. But I had needs and desires, too, and just then the need and
desire for about a quart of boiling cum flooding my cunt and sloshing
around inside me all day made me totally unreasonable.

	I was hurt and angry, because today it was exactly one year
since our first date, and Danny was sleeping on the sofa; he'd dozed
off while studying after the library had closed. I was heartbroken at
his indifference toward me and our special day, and decided I just had
to teach him not to behave so awfully again. So that night, while
Danny was at the library, I went out with Mike, a real hunk who was
working that summer as a lifeguard at the local country club; Hell
hath no fury like a redhead scorned, as I was about to teach Danny.

	We hung out, dancing and drinking, at a club near campus for a
while, then drove out to the lake and parked; I had suggested it as a
way to cool off after the hot, stuffy bar when it began to look like
Mike was planning to spend the whole evening swilling beer. I
chattered admiringly the whole way about Mike's performance last year
on the hockey team, making sure to lean against him frequently,
rubbing my hard nipple firmly against his arm.

	It was having the right effect, because the bulge in Mike's
tight jeans was truly impressive by the time we parked, but he was
very hesitant; after fifteen minutes of talking I was tired of waiting
for Mike to make a move, so I slid over and kissed him wetly, at the
same time stroking his thigh. That seemed to wake him up at last, and
eventually Mike got my T-shirt and bra off; the `eventually' was NOT
because I resisted, God knows.

	The funny thing was, I had never even thought about really
fooling around with Mike; I just wanted Danny to be jealous when he
heard I'd gone out with another guy. But after the third or fourth
beer, when Mike's arm accidentally brushed my breast, it was all over
- my cunt felt like the Energizer bunny was hopping around inside; I
could feel the pounding of that big bass drum all through me, and I
wanted to fuck Mike until we were both cross-eyed!

	I had cooled off a little on the ride, thinking about how
unfair it was to Danny (especially since Mike was one of the few guys
Danny truly despised), how childish of me to put my own vanity before
his serious efforts to make something special of himself; also, I was
a little turned off by how slow Mike was to act - it made me wonder if
something was wrong with me, that both he and Danny didn't seem very
eager to screw me.

	Once I was stripped to the waist, Mike became a little more
lively, squeezing and sucking my breasts, but I could have stopped him
if I'd wanted to.

	You learn early how to handle boys, never to be afraid of them
or shy about your body, if long before you're fourteen you wear a 34C
bra and are only 5'1" and 105 pounds, with a 23" waist and 33" hips.
(I'm 5'2", 111 lbs. and measure 36D-23-35, now - and I'm still not
shy!) Anyway, I started getting stares and whistles at twelve, when my
breasts just sort of popped out overnight, and from the first I liked
being noticed. More important, and the main reason I didn't stop Mike,
was I also learned early that I like boys to play with my breasts.

	The first time a boy's strong fingers slid tentatively over my
tight blouse, then with a burst of bravado clutched my pliant flesh
tightly, like an alarmed rock climber afraid of losing his grip, my
nipples turned to diamond and my bra strangled my swelling breasts; I
loved his exploring hands sliding slowly toward my taut peaks, I loved
his hard palms against my swollen nipples, rubbing my breasts as if he
were polishing jewels.

	By the time we had to leave, I was so inflamed that my
miniskirt was glued to my sticky thighs. I let my next date strip off
my top and bra, and discovered infinite new worlds of arousal,
sensations so intense my greedily sensual breasts were ready to
explode, like melons when they reach perfect ripeness. I arrived home
in such a sensual daze that I peeled off all my clothes in the front
hall and left them there, then rushed to my bedroom and managed five
volcanic orgasms before dying of exhaustion.

	Thank God I woke first the next day and retrieved my clothes
before my parents found them! But despite the natural licentiousness
proven by these two experiences, and dozens more like them, I remained
a virgin until I decided not to be; I was always able to stop things
when I wanted to.

	But that night, I didn't want to stop Mike. For one thing, he
was deeply tanned from being in the sun all day, and my panties got
soaking wet when I saw my creamy, naked breasts bulge and sway
enticingly, gleaming in the moonlight, then almost disappear when he
pounced on them, his big hard hands cupping and bouncing them,
squeezing my swollen nipples between his fingers to make them harder
and harder.

	I loved watching our reflections in the windshield; Mike's
tongue licked his dry lips continuously, and his eyes almost popped
out of his head as I let my bra slide - oh, so slowly! - down my arms
and drop to the floor, then arched my back and smoothed my long,
golden-red hair into place, closing my lids to a slit so that my
emerald eyes appeared very cat-like.

	My skin is very pale and lustrous, with just a sprinkling of
freckles in the summer, and seeing my naked breasts gleam silver in
the moonlight, gently bobbing in invitation, tipped with bright pink
beacons - "luscious, lewd, and lovely lures" is how I thought of my
nipples, a phrase I picked up from one of Mom's romance novels - even
then always started a special tingling inside me, a sort of prickly
sensation demanding to be scratched. Mike's calloused hands roamed
over my tender breasts and turned the prickling between my thighs into
a hot itch which increased and spread the longer he fondled me.

	The sensations became almost unbearable when he lowered his
mouth to my breast, and his wet tongue and sharp teeth teased my
already aching breasts and nipples, sucking and licking and biting
until I couldn't stop squirming. Every time his tongue touched my hard
little "ON" buttons, a lightning bolt stabbed into the wetness between
my thighs; the electric jolts became almost overwhelming, almost
irresistible. My legs gradually spread like time lapse pictures of a
crocus in spring, and my uncontrolled writhing ground my eager pussy
against the hardness threatening to tear out the crotch of his
cutoffs.

	One of Mike's hands slid down my belly, and in a minute he
fumbled open the snap on my shorts and pulled the zipper part way
down. After two hours of petting I was wild, I wanted Mike to fuck me,
quick! His hard fingers slipped under the waistband of my thin yellow
panties and scrabbled around uncertainly in my wet fleece. I almost
came when he rammed first one, then two, thick fingers into the tight
little mouth of my cunt; I was moaning steadily, almost oblivious to
everything except my writhing body and clenching twat, when his
clumsily exploring hand momentarily grazed my throbbing clit. My heart
almost stopped - in panic!

	I knew immediately that this was wrong, that it was Danny I
wanted to caress my pussy, to flick my clit until I screamed in
agonized joy. I realized I was only with Mike because I was mad at
Danny for ignoring me, that I was being so selfish that I actually
blushed in shame! In an instant my excitement died, my breasts
flattened, my nipples shriveled, my steaming panties turned cold and
clammy. I pushed Mike away and burst into tears, sobbing
uncontrollably.

	Mike was awfully dense, even for a hockey player; the entire
evening I'd wanted him to go further, but he'd behaved like my body
ended at the navel. Finally he got the message, but now it was too
late. At least he realized that much, and didn't persist. He didn't
say a word, just started the car and pulled out; I dressed and wiped
at my ruined makeup with tear soaked tissues as he drove to my house
like a madman. When we got there, I was barely out of the car before
he squealed away. I felt bad that I hadn't apologized, but I just
didn't have the words to explain.

	I slipped quietly through the front door; the apartment was
empty, so Danny was still at the library. I noticed happily that it
was not quite midnight, because in a few minutes the phone would ring;
it would be Danny, calling to apologize for working so late and to say
good night, and he'd be concerned if I didn't answer. I certainly
didn't need any questions the next day about where I'd been and what
I'd been doing; Danny certainly wouldn't like to know THAT!

	I walked into the kitchen just as the phone rang. "Hi, Danny,"
I said, stretching the cord to reach the refrigerator. I took out the
milk and poured a glass.

	"Hi, honey," he said. "Do anything exciting tonight?"

	I was glad he wasn't there to see how smeared my makeup was -
I hadn't had time to do a thorough repair job on the wild ride home -
and because I thought I could smell just a hint of sexual aromas
rising from my clothes and body; I didn't want him to get a whiff of
that! I suppressed a giggle, thinking that if I answered his question,
he'd probably have a stroke or something.

	I was sure he would not be cool about my adventure.

	"Oh, no, Danny," I said, putting on my innocent, wide-eyed
look even though he couldn't see me. I took a banana from the fruit
bowl and began to peel it. "Just laid around and read.

	And thought about you a lot." I was carefully peeling off all
the white parts of the banana peel which still clung like little
threads to the meat as I chattered.

	"That's nice," Danny said. I smiled, happy about how easy he
was to fool when he was so tired, then shifted my attention to the
banana, slowly drawing it into my mouth, savoring its firm sweetness
as I half listened to Danny talking about his studies.

	I blushed when I realized that as I gently scraped my teeth
along the banana, I was imagining how a hot, eager cock would feel in
my mouth, that I was unconsciously tensed up, waiting for a blast of
steaming cum to flood my throat and coat my teeth; all my earlier lust
returned with a sudden surge of boiling blood.

	"Well, I'm in the middle of something now, I've got to get
back to it. I'll be home in an hour, but don't wait up for me," Danny
said.

	"Okay," I replied, sipping my milk, "See you in the morning."
I knew he wouldn't be home until after two, when the library closed;
I'd waited up a couple of times. I decided to skip the rest of my
snack and get to bed while I was so wet and hot; maybe Mike would be
playing with himself at the same time, wherever he was.

	When I switched off the kitchen light, the moonlight streamed
in, even brighter than at the lake. I stepped out on the balcony and
saw the pool glittering with silver speckles; on a whim I decided to
try what had seemed so exciting in another of Mom's novels: I'd lie
nude on a lounge chair "bathed in the gentle, fondling glow of the
lovers' orb, [my] mind so full of [Danny] that it was his skillfully
commanding hands, not mine, bringing wave crashing upon wave of
cataclysmic orgasms." I snatched a beach towel from the linen closet
and stepped out, pulling off my T-shirt as I went.

	I tossed the shirt and towel on the little table, then reached
behind and unsnapped my already uncomfortably tight bra.

	My quivering breasts rejoiced to feel the warm air stroking
them as I raised my arms toward the stars and wriggled in delight, and
my nipples, once freed of the constraining cups, seemed to grow and
glow in the soft light. I kicked off my loafers and walked toward the
redwood lounger with the soft, cotton pads, opening my skin tight
jeans as I did so.

	There was no hope of getting my pants off while standing, nor
was I quite ready to. I lowered the lounge to horizontal and lay
supine, my legs dangling over opposite sides, the strain pressing the
harsh crotch of my jeans against the juicy softness of my steaming
pussy; the moon was between my knees, halfway to the horizon. I was
happy there would be a friendly witness to my pleasures.

	I thought of Danny, let his image fill my brain as my hands
kneaded and stroked my trembling breasts and nipples; I whimpered as
my long nails lightly trailed over those soft, swaying mounds and
toyed with my aching nipples, shooting me through with almost painful
stabs of pleasure like Danny's nipping teeth did. Almost unconsciously
I murmured, "Oh, Danny," as my right hand slid under my panties and
went unerringly to my central cleft. Gently I stroked and flicked my
throbbing joy stick, and for a moment everything blurred as the first
rumbling warning of the massive quake coming began deep in my roiling
cunt.

	My hand worked its way slowly lower, and the narrow band of
nylon between my legs sawed further into the crevices of my tenderest
flesh, splitting me front and back. My panties dug into me deeper and
more painfully, until I thought I couldn't stand any more; it felt
like I was sliding down a rusty wrought iron banister, naked. I jerked
my trapped hand free and struggled to push my jeans off. The breeze
felt wonderfully cooling to my inflamed crotch, but without pausing to
enjoy the partial relief, I peeled off my soaked panties and flung
them away.

	I felt wonderful with my chafed flesh free of its final
painful bond; I looked down at my pussy and wondered whether the
gallons of juices I had poured out tonight had bleached my hair,
because my fun fur seemed to glow like polished gold, with only
occasional hints of bronze. Then out of the blue I thought, maybe
there are astronauts circling overhead, looking down at me at this
very instant. I was completely naked, they could examine my creamy
breasts and their bright pink tips, they would see me spread wide
open, see EVERYTHING, my pussy and my lips and even my bright little
clitoris that was throbbing so fiercely. Right now they could be
taking pictures of me, pictures to hang in their capsule and stare at,
imagining they were fucking me as they sped through space.

	It was a really exciting idea! Almost unconsciously I put both
hands under my bottom and pointed my straining pussy toward the
heavens, then took a deep breath and held it while I twisted slightly
back and forth, making my heaving breasts dance even more sexily. I
blushed as I felt my nipples harden under this imagined scrutiny, and
I wondered whether they were too pale, whether the men found my bright
pink peaks too juvenile. Most of the girls in magazines had darker
ones, but none of the guys who'd seen them had ever complained; I
wondered what older men would think.

	I slipped a pillow under my ass to raise it higher, hoping
they could see the volcano between my legs; I couldn't hold still, my
whole cunt was pulsing, the blood was pounding wildly in my swollen
clit as I squeezed my lips together hard over it and rubbed them
together, like I was buffing a pearl.

	My pussy loosened and clenched inside faster and harder as I
slid my fingers up and down between my lips. Every time I touched my
clit, I felt a burning inside, an itch I wanted scratched but couldn't
myself, I needed someone to do it for me... inside, deep inside,
opening my tightness inside, boring in, filling me, stretching me... I
strained harder, sobbing and weeping, spreading, inviting, it was so
ferocious I couldn't stand it I needed it, needed it, needed...

	My body jerked wildly, I barely could hold on, I knelt astride
the chair arm and slid my slippery mound up and down over the
hardness, ground my pussy violently against the slick wood, I needed
its hardness, needed it deep inside, needed the hardness to relieve
the terrible itching, the throbbing, I needed the hardness but
couldn't get it inside where I wanted it, needed it, where I was soft
and boiling, the turbulent juices swirling wildly, inside my pussy it
was so wet, so full, it needed stirring before I boiled over, erupted,
torrents of steaming juices gushing out like lava, the pressure built,
I was so close...

	 ... suddenly the small wooden knob on the arm found the tiny,
tight opening between my thrashing legs, slid inside me, I twisted on
it, twisted and turned, ground my spread lips ferociously against the
chair arm to impale myself further, my agony mounted, one hand rubbed
furiously over my wet slit, pushing and pulling my clit, filling the
air with the sharp, musky scent of a boiling twat, then suddenly I
felt a tremendous flood in the center of my pussy, once, twice, three
times... and without warning I gave a bone-cracking jerk, my back
arched violently, and then I went completely limp, I fell back on the
chaise...

	In a while, I don't know how long, my head cleared. I felt
completely relaxed, entirely without bones. For a minute I couldn't
muster the energy to raise my eyelids, I wanted just to lie there
forever, the warm air gently cuddling me, cooling my breasts and
bottom, little currents nibbling so softly between my legs. I wanted
just to lie in the moonlight, in my mind hearing Danny murmuring how
very beautiful I was...

	I was drowsing, almost asleep, when I thought I heard Danny
saying, "Wake up, Meg." I ignored the voice for a minute, too lazy to
move, then slowly opened my eyes, knowing I should go in the house
before my he got home. But at the foot of the lounge stood Danny,
looking outraged as he twirled my discarded panties on his index
finger!

	"What the hell's going on, Meg?" he said angrily. "I came home
earlier tonight just because of our anniversary, I rushed home to see
you... and you're out! Then, when I called, you lied to me. And just
now, I find your panties on the front walk, and you displaying your
pussy to anyone sitting on their balconies. What's going on?"

	I struggled to a sitting position and pulled the towel around
me, covering my nakedness. There was nothing I could do to hide the
odor of sex that clung heavily around me.

	He paused, looking like he might cry. "A few minutes ago I was
at 7-11, at the back getting a Coke from the refrigerator case, and in
walks Mike, all sweaty, with Billy and Jack; he didn't see me, but I
sure heard him, bragging about how he scored Megan again tonight, and
how she has freckles on her jugs and pussy."

	Danny reached over and tore the towel away, throwing it aside,
and said coldly, "Megan, you're cheating on me, aren't you? It makes
me furious! I love you, and you run around on me."

	He just stared at me for a minute before he continued.

	"Then you play with yourself for an hour right after spreading
your legs for that bastard! What's the matter, your pants just too hot
for one guy? Maybe you should tell him to bring Jack and Billy along
next time. Or the whole hockey team.

	"You know I don't mind you banging other guys, right?" he
said. "I love to see you spread for the gang, it makes me proud to see
those red-hot cocks pumped up to the size of flashlights plunge into
that magic golden fleece of yours and come out all shriveled up and
sticky, it's so sexy to watch you drive them wild by slowly swallowing
their dicks and not turning them loose until they come, you're so
beautiful when you've been fucked silly, so many times you're too
unsteady to stand, your body is gleaming with sweat and cum, but you
still crawl over and beg me for more... but that's only for when I'm
there! Then it's fun, it's hospitable, it's friendly... but not
sneaking off and dropping your pants for some prick like Mike! That's
slutty!"

	He was pacing around as he talked, white faced and trembling
with anger, but I was distracted by his cock bulging against his tight
shorts. I stood and moved slowly toward him. When he stopped walking
for a moment, I threw my arms around him and pressed my sweaty, naked
body against him, then sobbed into his chest. "I didn't... I didn't...
not with Mike, not with anyone... I want to be yours, Danny, only
yours! I was mad, because you've been away so much!" I pressed my
pussy against the reassuring heat and hardness of his crotch as I
cried.

	"Yeah?" he said, looking at me skeptically. "How come Mike
knew about the freckles on your tits and pussy? Just a good guesser, I
suppose?"

	"I don't know!" I screamed, falling back on the chaise and
raising my legs straight up and spreading them as wide as I could.
"Look, look! Nothing but essence of pussy - no hickeys, no bites, no
cum!" I struggled to get my hysteria under control, then gasped out,
"Maybe he saw me at the pool in my bikini and guessed from what he
could see! Maybe I was stupid and showed him my breasts! Maybe he's a
peeping Tom! Maybe one of your friends told him!" I paused for a
moment, then added passionately, "Whatever happened, Danny, he never
fucked me, nobody ever has that you didn't arrange! You've got to
believe that, you know I love you!"

	Danny lowered his head and examined my drenched pussy
carefully; then, taking me by the shoulders, he pulled me up facing
him. "I do believe you, Megan," he said softly. "You didn't fuck Mike
tonight. But you've been a bad little girl, or a stupid one. Doesn't
matter which, being stupid is bad, and bad little girls have to be
punished before they are forgiven." He walked around me, examining me
closely without touching me. "A very painful punishment, one you'll
remember, more painful than the crime, Megan," he added. "Do you want
that?"

	I nodded, but he said, "No, you have to say it, Megan. Kneel
in front of me, say you're sorry that you've been a bad little girl,
and beg me to punish you and forgive you."

	I was a little angry; his rules didn't seem fair, it didn't
seem right that he expected me to fuck anyone he picked, any old time,
but that I couldn't screw a guy I wanted to when my snatch was in
danger of closing up, like pierced ears too long unadorned. But I
loved him so much, wanted to please him so much, that I just accepted
them for the time being.

	So I begged, and he punished... but that's another story -
practically the last one of us together.