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My right hand started to drift upward from my side, onto my hip, over the silky fabric of my own nightgown.
“No, Renee,” Candy said, her voice husky. She gave a thrust of her hips and pressed down hard, holding me like that as I tried to breathe with my nose caught inside the valley of her bottom. I felt her bend forward, toward my feet, and then she grabbed my right wrist and placed it back at my side. Her left hand took hold of my other wrist and did the same with that hand. “No pleasure for you until you make me come.”
I let out a sob of frustration. Its sound came muffled to my ears, enclosed as they were by Candy’s thighs.
“Mmm,” Candy murmured. She moved her bottom in little jerks. I felt her warm wetness all over my lips, my cheeks. I put out my tongue and tried to please her as Julia had taught me. She tasted like pure naughtiness—musky and dark. “Mmmmmm… that’s it! Now you’re learning to make me feel good, aren’t you?”
Her legs began to move in languid undulations as she crouched over me, gripping my wrists and making me terribly aware of how close her own face had come to my private parts. I could feel her warm breath moving against my needy clit, even through the fabric of my nightgown.
“You learned things at the Institute,” Candy said softly, “didn’t you? You learned how to please another girl between her legs… maybe you learned from one girl how to pleaseher… and then another, maybe… and now you’re learning how to pleaseme.”
I realized that she must have started tutoring me. It seemed so very different from any kind of learning I had ever experienced—even at the Institute, where learning had taken on an entirely different dimension from school—that I could hardly get my mind to think of it that way. Instead, the distraction of her words seemed to detach my thoughts from my body. I started to moan, and my tongue moved of its own accord. Desperation seemed to grip every part of me, the need to make my bed sister… artificial or real… wise or crazy… whatever she was… the terrible need to make her come so that she would touchmypussy, would use her knowing fingers and tongue onme.
I felt my hips move in the same cadence as hers, as if she were fucking me, or as if Master Hendryk were there, driving his huge cock into me in the same rhythm Candy used in queening me. I sobbed with need, unable to figure out how she had awakened such submission in me when our owner was nowhere near.
“That’s not the kind of learning you might do in school,” Candy purred. “Educational theory is interested in how it works, and the most important part of it for Master’s job is what it does insideyou.”
She saidyou,and then she let out the rest of her breath in a stream directed straight at my clit. I cried out into her slowly rubbing pussy lips, my hips jerking uncontrollably.
“You’re a different girl from the one you were five minutes ago, aren’t you?” she murmured. “And you didn’t even notice. You belong to me, now, don’t you?”
Something had changed in her voice. It had a hard edge I didn’t think I had ever heard from Candy before.
“I’m going to pee on your face after I come, Renee. Will you like that?”
CHAPTER21
Renee
I started to struggle, but Candy held me firmly. She started to ride my face much harder and much faster.
What the fuck kind of tutoring is this?
“No!” I tried to shout, but Candy simply kept humping me, thrusting out her backside and pressing her pussy against my chin, my lips, my nose.
I wouldnotlike that.
I felt her bend closer to me. Her ragged breath, each pant seeming to brush my desperate clit with a teasing caress, came more and more quickly. She kissed me, there, through the fabric of the nightgown.
I wouldnotlike that.
I cried out into her hot, musky pussy.
I felt her take the hem of my nightgown in her teeth and draw it up, her hands still holding my wrists on either side. I wondered if a regular human could have done it with such skill, but it didn’t matter to me at all, because of what it meant.
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?
