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.