Chapter 12 #2
I responded by pinching Monica’s nipple through her tank top, then squirmed away from her tickling fingers. If there was one attack my ability didn’t adapt me for, it was tickling.
“He’s ticklish?” Mimi’s eyes lit up. “Bonzaiiii!”
And then she pounced.
I was being tickle-fought by Mimi and Momo.
She used her voluptuous weight to flatten herself on top of me while grabbing my head and pulling my face into her cleavage.
“Get him, Momo!” Mimi shouted with irreverent laughs while Monica climbed on and went digging for my ribs.
Trying to overpower them while my body racked with the urge to jump out of my clothes might’ve hurt them, so I couldn’t try too hard to escape.
Not that I needed or even wanted to.
What I did do was motorboat Mimi’s tits while blowing raspberries, tickling her chest enough to wrestle her back onto the ground while Monica climbed onto my back in a vain attempt to pin me down.
We rolled and played about while Cassie quickly scooted the food and saved the drink, taking another sip while we had at it. Mimi joined Monica on my back, trying to combine their leverage; I reacted by standing up with both of them in a double-piggy bag.
“Aahhh!” they screamed with delight, and then I flung myself back to drop them onto the couch behind me like a bouncing trampoline.
“And as for you!” I voiced while pointing at Cassie. “Payback time!”
“Gaaah!” Cassie yelped as I charged and dipped down in a tackling motion, scooping her up onto my shoulder before spinning around to toss her onto the couch with Mimi and Monica.
But the girl’s competitiveness just wouldn’t quit.
Right as I went to release her into the toss, she clutched me with all four limbs to take me with her, essentially power bombing herself onto the L junction of the couch.
My face went directly into Cassie’s crotch.
And not just a little bump or a nudge, I’m talking full-on, face planted into her pussy. For the briefest moment, I reacted purely on instinct. I’d forgotten certain particulars, having been incited and excited by the sight of her breast, leaning into the touchy-feely game we’d all been playing.
So to mess with her, as we’d already dropped a number of boundaries, I motorboated her nethers. As soon as my rationality kicked back in, I expected a scream followed by a strong mule kick to the chest.
But that’s not what happened.
Instead, Cassie went limp at the legs while still lightly gripping my head. I knew pussy when I smelled it, and her yoga shorts were but a thin veneer.
I stopped what I was doing and looked up, meeting Cassie’s eyes while she stared at me with heightened breath and parted lips.
Monica held her fingers in front of her agape mouth, gasping in shock while Mimi’s eyes widened with scandalized interest.
And then I climbed off her to plop back onto the couch, respirating from our roughhousing. A growing patch of fabric darkened by moisture drew my attention between Cassie’s legs right before she closed them.
“That was mean,” Cassie breathed as she sat herself up with a sweaty brow and a flushed face. “You know how ornery I’ve been.”
The fact that her clit was on a hair trigger completely slipped my mind. Doing what I’d done had just triggered Cassie’s need for release, and I wanted to maintain the vibe of our little party.
“Oops,” was all I could say.
Her frustration came across in her tone. “You were already down there, you could’ve just finished me off.”
I looked at Monica with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t look at me,” Monica shook her head. “I wouldn’t mind returning the favor, but I’d be trash at it.”
“Yeah… I’m more of a coach,” the goth beauty replied. “You should do it!”
“Well, I’d hate to leave you hanging,” I said.
Cassie sighed and then blurted out, “Please don’t be weird about it, Jax. Just eat my fucking pussy.”
Didn’t have to ask me twice.
Fair was fair. She’d already gotten me laid by Monica and set me up with Mimi, not to mention that as far as modesty went, she’d already seen my dick. Shit, she’d seen me cum.
“Fuck it,” I said with a shrug, then got down in front of her and slipped my fingers under the hem of her waistbands. “What are friends for?”
And then Lollipop by Framing Hanley started playing.
Cassie smiled and then lifted her butt so I could pull her yoga shorts down, taking my time to uncover her slit until they bunched up behind her knees.
Mimi reached forward and pulled them the rest of the way off, taking the shorts for safekeeping with eyes full of interest as Cassie closed her eyes and held her forearms against her chest, then she spread her legs.
Cassie’s pussy was completely different from Monica’s. There wasn’t a single hair anywhere on her mound, and her smooth pussy lips were so tightly snug together that there’d be no way to see her clit or entrance without manually spreading them.
I was going to enjoy this, but I didn’t forget that Cassie desperately just needed to get off, so I recalled everything I’d seen her do to Monica and we went down on her, learning from the master, as it were.
The way I ate pussy was a lot more aggressive, going after the orgasm like it was a war to be conquered. But Cassie’s style was gentle, barely there at times, relying on anticipation and teasing more so than hard stimulation.
So I took that lesson into account and came in gently, giving her slit a gentle lick from bottom to top.
Cassie sucked in a gasp through her clenched teeth, flinching as her pussy lips turned a deeper pink, leaking her arousal onto a sticky pool on Mimi’s black leather couch.
I cleaned her up one labia at a time, taking them into my mouth to suck lightly on them before wading them apart with my tongue to taste her hidden clit.
“Mmm….” Cassie writhed as she unconsciously rolled her hips toward my face, a request for more pressure.
Mimi crawled forward like a cat up on my left, coming around the corner of the L junction to hover face to face in front of Cassie and whisper.
I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they shared giggles as I eagerly devoured Cassie’s lower half. She spread her a legs a little wider, her voice relaxed into pleasured comfort while I lapped up her pretty little cunt like the horndog I was, slipping a finger into her immensely tight hole.
Cassie’s canal gripped my finger like a Chinese finger trap, her inner pink pulling out before plunging back in as I worked it up toward her g-spot.
She cried out. “I—I’m cumming! Mmmf—ohhh!”
And then Cassie made a mess.
I withdrew my finger to shivers and a sheen of her juice all over my hand and face, taking in the sight of her pretty pussy as I leaned back during her comedown while Mimi verbally soothed her.
Mimi reached between Cassie’s legs and gave her wet pussy a few wet pats, jiggling those plump labia to a jolting squirm from Cassie herself, who giggled in response. She was given her yoga shorts after that, tossed into her lap once she closed her legs.
Now if only someone would solve the bulge in my pants.
I saw Monica lick her lips once we made eye contact, her legs crossed with a wiggling foot aiming at me. “Your turn, Daddy…”
And then the doorbell rang.
The party had started.