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Pussy Cat

... Finally it was her turn. I crawled down her body, and, without hesitation, smashed my face into her cunt. I fastened onto her fat little clit, and licked like my life depended on it. I could tell when she came, she curled her legs around my head, and squeezed me until my brain almost popped out. I have no idea how many times the two of us came that night, but it was a high number. She came when I was licking her asshole, even. Her asshole was incredible, by the way, it just blew my mind when I tasted it, sweaty and gamey and slightly poopy, but it was sexier than shit. It was sexy shit, over the top. I just loved the shit out of her asshole. We rested a while, and then attacked each other again. The sexiest thing I remember about that evening was just sitting on the side of the bed, her in my lap facing me, as we kissed. We kissed more than we did anything that night. It was so goddam sexy. &#034Carla...&#034 I whispered, my lips touching her ear. I knew my hot breath was entering her ear canal, and I knew it was sexy. &#034What, darling...&#034 she murmured. &#034Why is this so intense?&#034 I asked. &#034Just because it's our first time? Because we're both girls? Do you wonder why?&#034 &#034Hell yeah,&#034 she said. &#034I dunno. Prolly a little of each. It is sexy, I'll give you that... I've never done anything this sexy in all my life.&#034 &#034I love you, darling...&#034 I whispered to her, kissing her ear. &#034I love you...&#034 she murmured back, and I heard the ...

... tears in her voice. --==+==- Carla took me home the next day. We just sat in my driveway for a while, and talked. We decided to not really change anything, we weren't gonna walk away from our boyfriends and become a couple or anything, but we were definitely gonna fuck around every chance we got, from now on. We were gonna make chances to fuck around. I felt like I loved her as a friend more than ever, I felt a deep profound love for her, or something. I felt like my life had turned a corner. My dad was home, of course, it was Saturday. We talked, and I told him a little of the stuff that had happened lately, though I left out certain... details. He knew about the d***kfest, they'd done that shit when he'd been a k**, although at a different place. He just told me to be careful, especially to be careful who I rode with, if people were drinking. &#034Daddy...&#034 I finally said. I just had this overpowering urge to tell him about me and Carla... I dunno if I just wanted to shock him, or if I just wanted to talk about it with someone... it had seemed to affect me profoundly... I wanted bad to talk about it. &#034What, Pussycat...&#034 he said idly. He'd called me Pussycat since I was a baby. I'd wondered, after I'd grown up, if he just liked saying the word &#034pussy&#034 to me more than anything. &#034Daddy...&#034 I said. &#034I... I made out, with Carla... it was intense, and very sweet... it made me love her so much I can't describe it... it was incredible...&#034 He just ...