Do her now, dose her later

I kissed her hard and she kissed me back just as desperately. I put my hands on her breasts and squeezed them roughly and she reached up and returned the favor sending thrills of pleasure from my already hard nipples straight to my sex.

I opened her legs with my own and pulled my tail back ready to thrust it inside her weeping slit. But I wouldn’t go, as much as I told it to bury itself deep inside her it simply slid itself across the lips of her cunt (although that was enough to make her shiver with pleasure and wasn’t that bad for me either (kind of like when I tried tickling my clit with a feather that time). Still my tail was refusing to do what it was told and I couldn’t work out why.

Suddenly it hit me. My tail refused to go where it wasn’t welcome (unlike its owner). Sarah was a true lesbian, not bi like me, and so didn’t want something long, meaty and (lets face it) cock like being thrust inside her. My tail must have sensed that and decided to overrule my commands. Whether it was just being ‘nice’ or whether it knew something I didn’t consciously (like ‘violating’ a person’s sexual boundaries would snap them out of the sex trance the pink mist put them in) I didn’t know, but since I was just as happy to eat Sarah out, I decided not to test it.

I worked my lips down Sarah’s body, sucking hard on each of her nipples and making her gasp. I then moved my lips down over her flat stomach to the cleft between her legs.

I hadn’t been joking about being able to smell her wetness and now that my face was so close the scent was overpowering as was the urge to taste her. I slowly traced her labia with my tongue, lapping up her juices. The taste was unbelievable, sweet and intoxicating, not like I remembered it being from before my change. I slowly slid my tongue up under her clitoral sheath, knowing that that would make her wetter and allow me more of her sweetness. She gasped and her back arched as (I knew) waves of pleasure beyond anything she had experienced before overtook her body.

“Oh God Sally” she cried “You’ve never done that before, it’s incredible”

I suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy that Sarah was imagining her cousin and not me making her cum. Then I realized that it was probably a good thing, since it meant College Boy and College Girl would probably remember my ‘attack’ as a sexual encounter with each other instead of a **** by Nightcrawler’s sister (What?! Yes, I saw the movies. I had the hot’s for Anna Paquin).

I continued to drink her sweetness and make her cum, enjoying both the taste and the feeling of her surrendering to her lesbian instincts. Before I knew it her body went limp and I realized that the secondary part of the pink mist had taken over, putting her into a deep sleep. Unfortunately I was still in need of some release myself and I pretty much knew that I couldn’t give it to myself.

I had a decision to make. Should I dose Sarah again in the hope that she would awake and ‘help me out’ (and possibly overdose her) or go looking for someone else?