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Pussy Cat

... knew I was turning him on like crazy. Finally, when the movie was about to the spot where we came in, I pushed him away, and motioned him to get up in the seat. I leaned over to him, and whispered, &#034Get your cock out.&#034 He did, and I could see it in the flickering light from the screen. I waited until a dark moment in the film, and slid into the floor. Shit. My knees stuck to the floor, that sucked. Well, whatever. I leaned over him, and took his rock-hard cock in my mouth. I blew him for twenty minutes, until the credits started. He kept looking over his shoulder, making sure people were going out, and not in. I knew the clean-up guy would be along shortly. Shit, hurry up, I thought. I guess he realized that, because he finally gave a jerk, and came. He pumped and pumped, and I gulped and gulped. Tacos and sperm. Yum. --==+==- I never got his name. I didn't care too. I told him my name was Taffy, heh. I told him to be here, at the movie theater, exactly one week from today, to the hour. And maybe, just maybe, I said, I'll be here. I could tell from his eager look he'd sure as hell be here. I'd really have to try. I wiped a little bit of dried pussy juice from his chin, and slowly walked home. --==+==- One night that week I was over at Carla's. I caught her up on the adventures with Wanda, and she was sad she'd missed the party. I told her about blowing the guy at the moves, and she shook her head and told me I was &#034way out there,&#034 or something like that. I ...

... laughed. We laid around, relaxing, knowing full well that we'd fuck around later. It's just what we did, any more. &#034Cat,&#034 she said. &#034What...&#034 I replied. &#034How long... how long you think you gonna go on, fuckin' your dad?&#034 &#034I dunno... I think we got years, before he's too old of an old fart...&#034 she laughed. &#034I dunno, Car... I mean it's probably too early to decide shit like this, but I don't think I'll ever get married, I just want to live with him, and sl**p with him every night. And fuck around some on the side.&#034 &#034Yeah... you gotta keep fucking around on the side, you got me on the side...&#034 &#034Carla... darlin'... I consider you as big a part of my life as he is... I'm always gonna fuck around with you, darlin'...&#034 We held each other, and I boo-hooed for a while, no idea why. Shit just seemed to affect me emotionally sometimes. Finally we started kissing. About that time, somebody banged on her door. &#034What, goddammit?&#034 she yelled. I could hear her little b*****r yelling on the other side. &#034What is your fucking major malfunction?&#034 Carla yelled, &#034Ralphie! Go the fuck away!&#034 He wouldn't stop, and she finally opened the door. Apparently she'd stolen the remote to his TV earlier, and he was demanding its return. &#034Carla,&#034 I said, that naughty feeling running through my body. I looked at Ralphie. I think that he was about twelve, I'm not sure. &#034What?&#034 she stopped arguing with him and looked at ...