1. Pussy Cat


    Date: 6/25/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Lesbian Sex, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    times, and I lay around in my undies, or even topless. I feel like he deserves it. If he likes looking at me, let him look. I like showing off anyway. My dad has a part-time girlfriend named Wanda, and I've even seen them fucking before. One night a few months ago I woke up for some reason, and decided to go to the kitchen for a snack. When I got out in the hall I could hear them, and there was no mistakin' what was goin' on. I went back to his door, which was mostly open, and peeked in. She was up on the bed on her hands and knees, and he was behind her, pounding away on her ass. They weren't butt-fuckin', I don't think, just pussy-fuckin'. She was really humping forwards and backwards, smacking into him hard. Her tits were hangin' down, and looked pretty funny the way they were swinging. I just stared, kinda laughing, amused. He finally noticed me, and I gotta give him credit, he didn't break stride or nothin'. I just waved and watched another few seconds, and went to the kitchen. I was naked, I always sl**p naked, and I hope it kinda turned him on a little, to see me naked while he was fuckin' his girlfriend. I thought later I shoulda let him see me play with my pussy a little bit. Maybe that's mean, I dunno. Like I said, I like turnin' him on. I asked him the next day if he'd had a good time, and he just laughed and shook his head and looked a little embarrassed. He looked like he'd been having a good time. Anyway, that's my life, other than what I've mentioned there's ...
    school, which is okay, it's bearable, at least. I got a good friend, Carla, she keeps things interesting. She's always coming up with some crazy idea or something. She's a good friend. There's nothin' I don't tell her. --==+==- There's not a lot to do around here, way out in the suburbs. One thing the k**s like to do, on Friday and sometimes Saturday nights, is go to the d***kfest. It's way out on highway 162, out in unincorporated territory. There ain't hardly ever any cops or hypos out that way. The d***kfest is on some oil land, where there's some tanks and pumps and shit, but we leave that stuff alone, so they won't get inclined to run us off. The guys always bring the beer, what of them that can get it. We just sit around on the hoods of cars and drink and act goofy and shit. Some cowboys have rigged up and bronc made of a barrel between some trees, and somebody's always getting their ass thrown in the dirt on that thing. That's where it all started, at the d***kfest. Where it really started with me and Carla, at least. Which led to other things, as I'll tell ya. It was maybe an hour before sundown, and the party was already goin' pretty good. The boys had collected a lot of beer, that night. We were a few hundred feet off the highway or so, protected by the treeline. You had to know we were there, to find us. A few of the boys were fall-down d***k by now, and they gravitated to the bronc. Us girls went over there to watch the show, and it was funnier than shit. One of the ...
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