Rodina 2 Revolutionary Boogaloo

Rodina was sitting at the desk in her room, homework before her, but pencil just tapped lightly against the page. The day’s event’s occupied her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about Alunya’s pale skin, glistening with sweat. She thought about the dark pinkness of her lips as they swallowed the toy Rodina had been made to use on her. How deep it went. The most lurid image of all was the mask of ecstatic euphoria that Alunya’s face had become when she came. Rodina’s face steadily burned. She could feel her blush in her whole face, and even her furry ears. Behind her, her tail curled and uncurled over and over.

She had changed out of her school clothes when she got home, shifting instead into a long, loose skirt, a billowy, oversized tee shirt, and a pair of fuzzy socks. Now she was beginning to question that decision as her smooth thighs rubbed slowly against one another. Whenever she closed her eyes she’d imagine Alunya writhing there on the bed, drenched in her own sweat and cum. More and more her eyes were lingering shut; more and more her vision played out before her in details real and imagined. Rodina saw the little vibrating eggs taped to Alunya’s nipples.  The tall catgirl had never felt this way before, such a yearning, like some unseen current was pulling at her core. Her thighs rubbed and rubbed. Her breath grew hotter still. Her ears stood upright, seething.

Gradually rubbing her thighs became insufficient. Her inner legs tingled pleasantly, but something further up demanded her attention. It astonished her, how wet she was. The slight trickle ran down into the fabric of the skirt beneath her into an increasingly broad and damp spot. Rodina licked her lips and closed her eyes again as she guided a hand under her shirt, then down her belly and beneath the waistband of her skirt. She stopped rubbing her legs together, spreading them slightly to accommodate her hand only for a fresh surge of her arousal to flow out as her lips parted and sticky moisture slipped past them. What if someone were to see her this way, like Alunya? The thought made her cheeks flush darkly. Gingerly the catgirl touched herself, and her lower lip trembled.

She very lightly stroked against the hood bunched over her erect clit and her toes curled. An iota lower and she was touching the bead itself. When she dragged her moist finger over that her shuddering legs nearly shook her out of her chair. She slid down until her back was against the seat, intent on the rhythmic motion of her finger. Very gently, very lightly, she pet her pearl. Her legs trembled as a growing knot of tension coiled in her belly. Rodina’s moistness poured from her cleft to run down her backside. Unthinking, the girl reached up to clutch through her shirt and at her small breast, moaning softly as she found the nipple taut against the fabric that crushed against it. A thin sheen of sweat had gathered at her forehead, and her steady breathing broke into pants and gasps. Her toes clenched and she furrowed her brows as though intensely concentrating. Even her ears twitched and jerked as her finger’s sawing brought her ever nearer the crescendo.

When her mother knocked on her door she nearly jumped out of her skin. Panic’s hand gripped her heart. “Just a minute!” Her mom had come to tell her that supper would be ready soon, if she was hungry. Rodina opened the door just enough to show her cheerful, and very red, face. “Sorry, I was just changing out of my school clothes.” The brow above her mother’s right eye quirked only slightly. Dinner was ready, she said. Was Rodina feeling all right? She reached up and touched her daughter’s forehead with the back of her hand. She felt awfully warm. “Yes, momma, I’m all right.” A slender trickle of her residual arousal slid down the inside of her thigh and the fur on her tail stood on end as she tried to suppress a shiver. “Let me just finish changing and I’ll be right down.” Alright, she said, and turned to go. Rodina shut the door with a click and turned to lean her back against it, sighing with relief.

Relief of a sort, at least. She lifted her long skirt and looked down between her legs. The golden hair on her mound was dewy from her rubbing and her lips throbbed, impatient for her to finish. She pushed off of the door and looked behind her to see a large wet mark on the back of her skirt. “Ooooh, gosh darn it!”

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After a quick change of skirts Rodina tried to enjoy dinner with her momma and poppa. Both were a little puzzled by their unusually taciturn daughter. Rodina was more than a little distracted. As she ate, her pussy throbbed incessantly. Sometimes she would catch her thighs rubbing together beneath the table and she’d have to force them to stop. The underwear she wore beneath her clean dress was growing ever more damp. Her cheeks were still a rosy color as she tried to keep up with her parents’ conversation, but her attention kept wandering. Finally she had to excuse herself. If her panties became any damper they’d start to bleed through to her dress again.

She told her parents that she was feeling a little run down, a little warm, and was going to turn in early. No, no, she’d be fine, just a long day at school, and with a good night’s rest she’d be better in the morning. She hoped so, anyway.

It wasn’t exactly a lie, either. Rodina didn’t quite feel right in a way she couldn’t exactly define. Once safely back in her room she turned off the light and undressed in the darkness. She had to change her underwear again before slipping into her pajamas. When she slid them down her thighs she could feel the sticky strands stretching between her lips and the cotton fabric and she was just glad that she couldn’t see it for herself. She dressed again, climbed beneath the covers, and firmly shut her eyes.

It was no use. At first she tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. Her body felt hot beneath beneath her pajamas–stiffling in fact. Rodina threw them off, but she wasn’t willing to throw away her panties, not yet. Somehow it seemed like a talisman that kept her hands from wandering there, and if she were to lose it…

The heat wouldn’t go away. Even with the window open to let autumn coolness into the room the sheet on top of her was too much. After becoming exhausted from tossing and turning, turning and tossing, sleep still wouldn’t come to her. Every time she began to dose and then drift off, Alunya’s body would fill her vision and she’d awaken in a panic.

“Oooooh!” she rolled over and groaned into her pillow in a fit of frustration. Wetness continued to spill from her nether lips, which still ached and throbbed. It was driving her crazy, but Alunya was her best friend. More than a friend in fact, almost a sister. Doing… that, while thinking about her, just seemed wrong somehow. But she’d close her eyes and see her friend’s trembling breasts and red lips, her moist thighs and clutching fingers, thrashing tail and wild eyes… Sometimes she thought she even conjured that rank scent of Alunya’s sexual arousal. Alunya filled her thoughts, and it was Alunya that moved her wandering hand.

When Rodina opened her eyes to peek at the clock on her nightstand she nearly wailed in despair. It was still early in the night. Hardly an hour had passed. Her underwear was soaked through again. She felt hot. She couldn’t stand it.

She peeled off her messy panties. “I’m sorry, Alunya…” she swallowed and spread her long legs. No sooner than her fingers touched her lips that she had to clap her other hand over her mouth to stifle a loud, lurid moan. She was so sensitive. It felt so wonderful. The light strokes of the ends of her nails against her smooth labia sent voltaic arcs of pleasure rolling up from the base of her tail. Golden curls on her mound had become dark and positively sodden over the course of the evening. Somehow the darkness made it seem even more slovenly. She couldn’t see how aroused she was but for her mind’s eye which enhanced the absolutely soggy scene between her legs. What would Alunya or any of the other girls say if they saw her like this? Their faces and looks of disgust and pity flashed before her mind as she rubbed herself. She felt guilty and ashamed–and for some reason it only made her rub harder.

It didn’t take long before rubbing alone wasn’t enough. With a gasp she slid a finger between her throbbing lips. She tried to stifle herself, to control her loud breathing and growing panting, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Her naked body was covered in sweat and her tail lashed between her legs, just like Alunya.

Alunya. The dark-haired catgirl filled Rodina’s thoughts. She wished Alunya was there to touch her like this. She imagined Alunya there beside her, warm, soft, pressing close together in the darkness, tails twined together. In the darkness, Rodina’s face flushed dark as she indulged her meandering fantasies. Suddenly she rolled over and planted her knees against the bed to raise her rear in the air. Her tail rose. She felt so lewd this way. Obscene. She wanted Alunya to see her like this. She pictured Alunya’s face. Sheets damp with sweat rubbed against Rodina’s hard nipples as she rocked her body. One hand reached up between her legs to thrust her fingers wetly into herself while the other gripped her pillow. My cunt, the young socialist thought, I want Alunya to fuck my cunt. She saw her friend behind her with that large, vibrating toy. I want to feel her fingers. I want to feel her tongue. I want to feel her fucking me. She saw the look of vulgar ecstasy on her friend’s face when she made her cum. The wet cotton rubbed her sensitive teats to a delicious rawness. Rodina had to stifle herself with her pillow as she caterwauled.

Inside she was so close, so humid. Wiggling her fingers put delightful pressure against her slick inner walls. But her fingers weren’t large enough. They didn’t fill her, couldn’t reach far enough. The urge to have something filling her, something to reach deep inside her and stretch her apart, grabbed her. Rodina didn’t stop, though. She couldn’t stop. The pressure building within her was too strong now. Panting, the blonde catgirl reached back and grabbed one of her cheeks and squeezed, spreading herself open. “Alunya…” she exhaled, before panting swallowed up her voice. She wished her friend were there to see her. She wished she had someone to show her dripping pussy to. Her wetness drooled from between her fingers and slowly slid down her belly in thin streaks. If only Alunya were there to lick it up.

Rodina bit her pillow with a high-pitched whine and gripped her bed sheets with her toes. Nearly there. Slick fingers rapidly flicked back and forth over her stiff clit. Faster. Faster. The tension inside her was too much. She gasped. Then moaned. Louder. Higher. She squeezed her clit. Her eyes shot wide as the tension snapped and she came. Hot liquid gushed past her fingers. A loud exhale morphed into a low, throaty groan of satisfaction. The bed sheets ripped as her legs flexed and dragged her toes aggressively toward the foot of her bed. Rodina’s whole body tensed and shook and her eyes rolled back as her first orgasm crushed her.

For a long time after she lay face down in the damp spot on her bed, purring in a daze. Her soft, pointed ears flattened against her golden hair. Not even her tail had the strength to move. My pussy won’t stop throbbing… she thought vaguely. Rodina felt warmed through. Never before had she felt such intense, burning need, nor such rapturous pleasure. No wonder Alunya had been so desperate.

Rodina rolled onto her back. Alunya’s image continued to occupy her thoughts. Part of her wished the other girl was there beside her, enjoying the afterglow together, tail wrapped around tail… When she realized she was still rubbing herself her eyes burst wildly open. The tension, the heat inside her, had dissipated somewhat, but it wasn’t gone. Some of the steam blew off, but the kettle was just starting to boil again. She pulled her hand away and held it up before her only to see gossamer strands glistening in the faint light. Unconsciously Rodina began to rub her slender thighs together. “Alunyaaa…” she moaned as she began to touch herself again. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the clock again. Scant few minutes had passed. There wasn’t much time for her to think much about the long night ahead before eager fingers began stirring up her cunt again. After that she wasn’t thinking about much at all.