Dated this negro chick when I was in my early 20's. She was a personal trainer who had a thing for white boys. The guy she dated before he was the bassist for Biohazard, so I knew I had to man up if I was going to survive.
her and I didn't waste time getting physical. First time we made out was downstairs in a bar on 17th and Broadway. I bring this up because she ended up falling off of a stool and had to be helped up the stairs and to the hospital to be checked out for a busted ankle.
Anyway, one night we were at her studio apartment and were getting cozy. She had this cat that was more possessive than any animal I had ever been around. This cat just did not like me. So here I am doing what all men should do. I start going down on her. About 5 minutes into the act, I feel something jump on my head. I don't stop eating pussy., because you don't stop unless you are on fire or someone is committing a home invasion. She took the cat and threw it across the room. 2 or 3 minutes later I feel the cat jump on my head again. Now I am still not stopping because she is in full swing and I am having WAY to much fun. Dumb cat gets tossed across the room AGAIN.
Third time wasn't a charm for this cat. Cat jumped on my head and this time she decided to use claws to make her point. Well let me tell you, I don't care how important pussy is. If you have a cat digging into your skull, you freak. I not only freaked, but my head and mouth violently shook. My pussy eating moment went from enjoyment to pain for everyone involved. Needless to say, she did not complete, I did not complete and the damn cat was stuck in the bathroom where it meowed for the rest of the night. To this day I will not eat pussy if pussy is around.