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of her cat.”

“I’ve only on occasion seen one as gorgeous, but if you allowed her to grow her hair back, she’d look even more gorgeous.”

“If you like, it’s all yours. I’ll arrange quarters in the castle for you, and you can taste her cat whenever you like . . .”

“But Highness . . .”

“Guard, silence that girl. Zorna, my father told me that all you do is complain. We give you the best food in the kingdom; you live in the palace, not in some mud hut; you have a slave girl to take care of all your needs, but all you do is whine.”

It proved unnecessary. Zorna fell silent, still lying on the floor; her legs spread and humiliated by everyone including The Pharaoh’s guards and slaves staring at her open cat. The old woman, Adriana, in particular was enjoying the sight.

“As I was saying, take her cat whenever you like, and it would please me no end if you could train her to enjoy the taste of cat, too.”

“Yes, Your Highness. If I have my way in a few months, she’ll be worshipping my old cat.” The old woman smiled, salivating at the thought of that sweet, young cat and her pretty mouth.

“And Zorna, if you disobey this woman, I’ll have you cast out in the desert.”

Over the next month, until Zorna’s bleeding time, Adriana feasted on her young cat. She’d tasted a lot of women, but none as delicious as this one.

For the first three days, Zorna lay on their bed, while Adriana enjoyed her. First, her hands, mouth, lips and tongue familiarized themselves with her breasts.

Zorna just lay there, resigned. She loved the Pharaoh’s cock. She had no interest in women and certainly not this old woman who seem to be leering at her, but His Highness had ordered it. Disobeying and being cast out in the desert was a fate worse than death.

On the east side of the Nile, the women Adriana tasted, were like herself, old. Their saggy breasts hung on their chests; some almost seemed deflated. Not Zorna’s: they were big, firm and the old woman found them delightful.

Once the young girl was sighing, Adriana slowly kissed her way to her cat, looking forward to the taste. Pharaoh Gregory had tasted Zorna’s cat when she was first brought to him. Zorna found it the most amazing thing.

Now, she was astounded by the old woman’s skill. Sliding her tongue up and down her still bare cat, soon Zorna felt like only the Pharaoh made her feel. “Relax Zorna, let me worship your beautiful cat.”

The next day, Adriana again started with her breasts, but then for the first time, massaged her secret spot. Gently at first, and the young woman moaned softly. Against her dark skin, her secret spot, about the size of a fingernail, and pinker than pink, stood out.

Most of the day, Adriana explored it; finding out if kissing, sucking or licking it were the keys to the young girl’s cat. There were numerous orgasms, and Adriana was pleasantly surprised by how juicy that young cat became when her secret spot was manipulated just right. Zorna’s cat wasn’t juicy; it was deliciously juicy.

Day after day, the old woman worshipped Zorna’s cat, and in the process pleased herself. Her old cat was leaking; her juices ran down her thighs. At the end of each day slave girls washed them both.

“Zorna, I adore your cat. It’s so beautiful and you taste so good. Worshipping your cat does to my cat what my tongue does to yours.”

It had happened to the old woman before. Once in a great while there’d been a woman with a cat so sweet that Adriana licked and tasted it until she felt her own orgasm.

Their first month together, Adriana could not have been more delighted with Zorna’s cat. On the east side of the Nile, she’d had numerous women over the years, but most had been her age. Now, she had this young, delicious cat to worship.

After her bleeding time, as Adriana massaged Zorna’s slit with her tongue, she mumbled, “I’m going to have you begging to taste my cat before your next bleeding time. You’ll insist on worshipping it, like you did the Royal Cock.”

Zorna enjoyed the attention the old woman gave her cat but couldn’t imagine what Adriana had in mind. With the old woman’s tongue licking her slit, she shook her head, and loudly said, “no, no, no, I won’t; I can’t.”

To herself, ‘I’m a woman. I love to worship cock, and I was married to the Pharaoh, I’ve worshipped the biggest cock in the Kingdom.’

Adriana thought to herself, ‘we’ll see about that.’ Then her tongue started. This time there was no gently massaging of her secret spot. The old woman licked it and sucked hard on what we now know as her clitoris.

That second month, as she explored, Adriana noted when Zorna moaned, sighed or moved the most. It was when she sucked hard, then harder on her secret spot.

Even when Zorna’s hips started moving, and her moans became loud, then louder the old woman sucked harder. Numerous times, Adriana’s tongue and lips had the young woman in spasmic orgasms.

Adriana let her rest after each orgasm, but then went right back to her special spot, time and time again throughout the day. Zorna was drenched in sweat; she’d never felt like this, not even the first time the Pharaoh tasted her cat, nor when he took her virginity. She had to admit that Adriana knew how to worship a woman. Could a man possibly please her like this? She thought that the way the Pharaoh tasted her was the most wondrous thing, but nothing like this.

The following days were the same. Zorna went to sleep as fulfilled as she thought possible. She’d never slept better; reveling in her all-day orgasms. All the complaining she’d ever done was a thing of the past. She was content.

Two days later, after her tongue had done more amazing things to Zorna’s secret spot, Adriana asked, “Wouldn’t you like to make me feel the way you do right now?”

Yes, Zorna would like Adriana to feel the way she was feeling, but no, she didn’t want to taste her cat.

Within a short period of time, Adriana’s tongue brought on another massive orgasm. “My cat would love to feel your tongue, Zorna.”

It continued for the next few days. “Women have told me I have a tasty cat. Would you like to taste it, Zorna? You know, only a woman can make a woman feel the way I make you feel. Make me feel like that, Zorna.”

All this was mumbled as Adriana played with the young woman’s secret spot and brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Zorna shook her head ‘no’ time and time again.

Then it stopped. Adriana stopped doing her secret spot. The old woman licked her cat for hours but never came close to that secret spot.

She spent that day and the next tasting Zorna’s cat, but there were no orgasms. By late the second afternoon, Zorna was begging Adriana to find that secret spot. “Please Adriana, please, you know where I want your tongue; where I need your tongue.”

The second night when Adriana finished with her and was about to go to sleep, “Zorna, I think you know what it’s going to take for me to please your secret spot.”

It was only then that she realized what Adriana was saying; what it would take to have her secret spot played with again. ‘No, I won’t. I can’t,’ she thought as she fell asleep.

Zorna held out one more day. The following morning, as the old woman started on her cat, “Adriana, I want to taste your cat.”

Adriana’s tongue continued sliding up and down Zorna’s slit, but of course staying away from her secret spot, she mumbled, “that’s not enough.”

Zorna was confused, she didn’t understand. Adriana’s tongue continued; just tasting that young, delicious cat was still a treat. An hour later, “the first day the Pharaoh brought us together, I told you, you’d be begging for my cat.”

As Adriana’s tongue continued, Zorna did indeed beg, but she was begging for the old woman’s tongue to massage her secret spot.

“That’s not what I mean. You’ll get no more until you beg me to give you my cat.”

Their day usually started with the slave girl helping them bath, followed by a light meal.

Zorna, then would lay on top of their bed, legs spread, waiting for Adriana. Her pubic hair by now completely grown back: a thick black bush, calling the old woman.

Today, she’d have to wait. Adriana didn’t come back to bed. In fact, she left their apartment and didn’t return until late that evening. Then, she crawled into bed, and without a word, went to sleep.

Zorna knew what she wanted, but she just couldn’t. She fell asleep, dreaming; dreaming of worshipping the Pharaoh or any man’s cock.

Adriana avoided her for three days. Every morning, Zorna waited on their bed, legs spread, and was ignored. She wanted Adriana’s tongue to please her cat.

That night as the old woman crawled into bed, Zorna rolled over and took her in her arms, kissed her on the mouth, “Adriana, teach me to worship your cat. The Pharaoh said that I was a wonderful worshipper of His Royal Cock. I want to worship your cat the same way. Please.”

To herself, Adriana smiled, kissed her, “in the morning, if you feel the same way, we’ll start.” Then she went to sleep.

Zorna didn’t sleep. She was torn; she wanted the old woman to keep worshipping her young cat, but there was a price to pay. “I want to and I don’t.”

In the morning, the slave girl bathed them. “Adriana, I’m ready. I want to worship your cat, please.”

It didn’t matter that they talked in front of the slave girl; actually, a woman. More than once, she entered their chambers while Adriana’s tongue was busy. Sometimes they noticed her, other times not. It didn’t bother her, but she did notice how sensitive the younger woman’s secret spot was after an all-day of being worshipped by the old woman.

“We’ll take it slow. In another month, perhaps after two more of your bleeding times, you’ll insist on tasting me every day.”

“What about your bleeding time?”

“I don’t know why, and neither do other women my age, but almost twenty years ago, I stopped having a bleeding time.” She smiled. “Zorna, do you know what that means?”

“No. What?”

“You can worship my cat every day.” Adriana smiled.

This morning when they went back to bed, Adriana lay back with her legs spread. Against her black skin, her greying bush was in sharp contrast.

Zorna was hesitant. “Just rub your face in my bush. Get comfortable to my smell. Inhale it.”

The old woman had instructed young, hesitant girls before. Late that morning, she used her fingers to open her lips. “Just use your tongue, lick me.”

Zorna stared for a minute. That grey bush framed an almost purple cat. “Zorna, you know it doesn’t bite. Taste me.”

It was early afternoon, and Zorna’s tongue was getting use to the taste of Adriana’s old pussy. “You did good for your first time,” she said, gently pulling her hair, and looking her in the eyes. “Let me show you how pleased I am with your effort. Get on your back.”

Zorna’s cat lips were slightly opened. To Adriana that meant that, even if the girl wouldn’t admit it, she enjoyed Adriana’s old cat. It was a start.

She opened those lips a little wider, and then licked her, but instead of licking up and down, Adriana, almost immediately went to her special spot. “You deserve this, Zorna.”

It had been a while and Zorna looked forward to what she knew was coming. “Oh, oh, oh, worship my cat, taste it, please Adriana, you know what I want and need. Yes, oh yes, yes, my cat, oh my cat. Adriana, you’re so good to me. You’re so good to my cat,” Zorna moaned, writhing, her ass moving this way and that.

Adriana mumbled, “I can give you more, but I’d really like it if you asked to worship my cat.”

“Just one more time, please.”

“Are you going to beg for my cat, if I do?” Adriana mumbled, already starting on Zorna’s cat.

“Yes, oh, yes, but please do my cat again.”

Adriana’s tongue was as good as always, and it wasn’t too long before Zorna was moaning, sighing, and her hands held the old lady’s head in her hands. “Tell me you want my cat, Zorna. Beg for my cat.”

“Yes, yes, please. You were so good to me. Let me worship your cat.”

Adrian smiled as she got on her back. “My cat is ready for you.”

Zorna surprised even herself, as her tongue was quickly licking that old cat. ‘If this is what it takes to get my cat worshipped, I’ll do it.’ Not realizing that just a day ago, she was firmly against worshipping Adriana’s cat. Now, her tongue was sliding up and down that old woman’s slit.

“That’s a good girl. You’re going to lick it all night, and in the morning, I’ll reward you.” Zorna knew exactly what she meant. Her tongue stayed busy.

For the next few days, Adriana started Zorna’s day with her masterful tongue work, bringing the young woman to one orgasm, then another. “Zorna, tell me what you want.”

“Please, Adriana, I want to worship your cat. Let me please.”

“Are you begging?”

“Yes, please, I want to taste you. Can I taste you, now? Please.”

Without another word, Adriana was on her back, and Zorna’s tongue was at work. “Today, I’m going to show you how to worship my secret spot.” The old woman spread her cat lips as wide as possible and pointed out her secret spot. “Kiss it, lick it, suck it, but be gentle for the time being.”

Adriana’s purple cat contained an even darker purple secret spot, and Zorna thought it looked almost like a little cock. Her tongue went to it; softly at first.”

“That’s a good girl. You’re learning fast.”

As Zorna’s tongue massaged Adriana’s secret spot, the old woman began to move her hips and ass, and her moans became louder then louder.

Then Zorna realized that she was making Adriana feel like she felt for the past months. It was the most incredible thing: the way Adriana moved and sighed.

When Pharaoh Gregory first took her, he allowed Zorna the pleasure of worshipping his Royal Cock until her mouth was filled with his Royal Cream. It was the most wonderful feeling. Not just the taste, but the way His Highness bellowed and moved; trying to fuck her mouth.

He allowed her this pleasure only a few times. If you recall, her duties were to prepare the Royal Cock for his other wives to mount. She was not allowed to taste the Royal Cream again.

Now Zorna was making Adriana feel the same way that she thought the Pharaoh felt. Of course, without the Royal Cream, but that old cat tasted delicious.

“Zorna, “Adriana said, trying to catch her breath, “for your first time, you were so good to my cat. Do me again.”

There was no hesitation. In fact, each time Adriana had an orgasm, young Zorna was fascinated with the way she had caused the old woman’s reaction. She spent the whole day like that; resting periodically.

Adriana didn’t have to ask, beg or cajole. Zorna continued to worship that old cat. Better yet, the next morning, even before they bathed, Zorna’s tongue was tasting Adriana’s cat. When the slave girl came in to bath them; Zorna ordered her to leave.

Adriana’s smile could not have been bigger, and it wasn’t just because she was getting her cat worshipped. It was that Zorna was now, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it, a cat worshipper.

Over the next few weeks, Zorna’s tongue only left that old grey cat to rest, sleep, eat and bath. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Zorna would slip under the blankets for just a few minutes to taste Adriana’s cat.

It wasn’t until after Zorna’s next bleeding time that Adriana insisted on worshipping her young cat. She hadn’t forgotten how delicious that young cat was, and Zorna’s reaction when her secret spot was played with.

She was surprised and elated, “Adriana, you make my cat feel so good. Please let me worship your cat. I love your cat; I want to worship it all the time.”

That was the last time Adriana worshipped Zorna’s cat. Not that she was complaining. The young woman wanted nothing more than to have her face in that old grey bush, and her tongue playing with her secret spot. Adriana’s juices flowed, and Zorna greedily licked them up just as she’d licked the Royal Cock preparing it for his other wives.

It wasn’t that Adriana didn’t offer, but Zorna was content with worshipping her cat.

It was just a year later, on the anniversary of Pharaoh James’ coronation, that he summoned them. “Old woman, tell me, have you been able to tame this insolent woman?”

“Your Highness, you ordered me to make her a cat worshipper.” She smiled, “all she wants to do is worship my cat. I am in a constant state of joy. My cat has never felt like this.”

Meanwhile, Zorna stood silently by, her head bowed. After all, this was the Pharaoh.

“And do you worship her cat?”

“I’d like to, but she’s too busy pleasing my old cat. Your Highness, I’m ready to go back across the Nile. There are women there, whose cats I crave.”

“You shall, but what should I do with this one?”

“Your Highness, your father always had a young wife who was responsible for preparing his Royal Cock for his other wives and cleaning him up when he was finished with them. May I suggest that you have her prepare your wives’ cats for your Royal Cock and then clean them up when you’re done with them.”

“A splendid idea. Zorna what do you think?”

Her head was still bowed. “Your Highness, I love Adriana’s cat. I don’t want another.”

“If I may, Your Highness. It is no secret that I’ve worshipped lots of cats. This girl has no idea what other cats may taste like. Your wives are all beautiful; I suspect that they have tasty cats. Zorna will learn to adore them, and to worship them properly. And Your Highness, when she’s done with them, your Royal Cock will find a warm, wet and willing passage to happiness,” she smiled.

TO BE CONTINUED

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