The It Girl Ch. 09

It was Sara who jumped on that opportunity. Quicker than Cassie had ever seen her move, she slid down Devin's slick body and began vigorously eating her new friend out. Cassie could see Devin's expression change as bliss ran through her. Her pursed, dark-coloured lips looked so juicy and enticing that Cassie couldn't help but clamber on top of her. Straddling her face, Cassie felt Devin's wicked tongue snake inside her, and groaned. It was like a sweet balm after the harsh penetration of earlier. She dug her fingers into the carpet and enjoyed the warm, gooey sensations flowing out of her pussy.

Sara had turned her body so as to better attend to Devin's clit, putting her fat, gorgeous ass right in Cassie's face. Cassie reached down to give her ex-girlfriend a spank, and then slipped two fingers right into her slippery pussy. However, this involved bending her head to look at her work around while she simultaneously squatted over Devin's face and received a vigorous tongue-fucking, and after the booze and the sex she simply didn't have the balance. Cassie tumbled over, pulling the other two girls into a big fleshy tangle.

They all giggled, with nothing hurt – not even their concentration. Somehow, they flowed into a smooth triangle of sex, with Cassie pressing her face to Sara's meaty pussy lips and feeling Devin's beautiful tongue on her own. She couldn't see or hear much, so there was only sensation: wetness, heat, breath, scent. And then the hands. There were too many for just the three of them. Rainey and Mindy must have been there too. At this point, Cassie didn't care whose hands were stroking her breasts, rubbing her clit or slipping a finger inside her ass. All that she cared about was licking and being licked.

A monstrous release began growing inside her, like a tightly-coiled spring. Sara's thighs began to tremble, even as Cassie held her thighs tight, and she could feel Devin moaning into her cunt. With a cry of ecstasy, Cassie allowed herself to come. And come, and come. The first orgasm ripped through her like a rushing river, while the second was more of a flood, lingering even as it overpowered her. The third orgasm sent her body into spasms. Cassie felt her senses dim, and then, shut off, as everything was subsumed into pure pleasure.

Cassie woke up feeling faint and a little dizzy, despite the fact that she was lying down. It had been a very strange dream, but a hot one. She reached up to rub the crusts out of her eyes, and sat up. It was only then that she was realized she was lying naked on the couch, sore and exhausted but with a peaceful bliss flowing through her skin.

***

Rainey was on the floor, pulling her pants on and wincing. "You awake?" she asked as soon as she saw Cassie staring.

"Did I... did we..."

"Yes, we did, and then you passed out. We were a little worried. Not worried enough to stop us from doing a little more fucking, but worried. You know, I'd been wanting to fingerbang Sara for the past two years, but I never quite realized it until now."

Cassie rubbed her forehead. "I hope I don't regret this."

"I'm sure as hell not going to," said Rainey. She then clutched her stomach, with a pained expression on her face. "Well, I might regret the hot sauce. Oh, that does not feel good."

Rainey shuffled off to the bathroom. Still feeling dazed, Cassie got up and began sifting through the pile of disarrayed clothes on the ground. As she put her wrinkled and moist clothes back on, Cassie searched herself for the feelings of regret and guilt that she was sure should accompany such a wanton indulgence of her most perverse instincts. But she didn't find anything like that. Just happiness.

She wandered into the hallway, where Devin and Sara were romping down the stairs. They were both wearing borrowed towels, and their wet hair confirmed that they had been showering together. Devin snatched Sara's towel from around her waist and whipped it right at her butt cheeks. Sara giggled and kept moving forward. Cassie had never seen her like this.

"You two seem to be getting along," Cassie said to Devin, as Sara went to get changed.

"I'd say it's a bit more than that," said Devin, with an infectious smile. "Somewhere in between all of the sex I got Sara's phone number, and... I think we're going to give it a go. You know, dating and flowers and the whole nine yards."

"I never thought you were the type for that," said Cassie. "Especially not with a woman."

"You can't have orgies every night," said Devin. "And, this might sound crazy considering I just met Sara, but it seems like I can talk to everything about her. Even before we started making out, I kind of just wanted to talk to her about books all night."

So that was the way it was. Well, no more desperation sex with Sara, but it was probably for the best. Devin and Sara got dressed and said goodbye, with a kiss on the cheek that seemed strangely awkward given everything that had just happened. Rainey eventually came downstairs and left as well, with a warning not to go near their bathroom in the next hour. That left just Cassie and her stepsister.

"So," Cassie said to Mindy, as she reappeared from the basement holding some rags. "I think we both have enough blackmail material on each other or the next century now."

Mindy rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, did you actually think I would ever post that video? You're such a noob sometimes, Cass."

"Oh." Cassie wasn't sure whether to believe this or not.

"You bet I got some pictures for my personal collection, though."

"Wait, when..."

"When you were rocking that cuke, duh. Now, let's get this cleaned up."

Cassie somehow hadn't noticed it until now, but there was a massive wet spot on their living room carpet that stank of sweat and pussy. That would explain the armful of rags Mindy was carrying. "I'll get the air freshener," said Cassie. It was going to be a long night, and she could only hope that their parents would be out really late.

***

In the end, they must have come back late indeed, after a bone-tired Cassie had limped her way to bed. She woke up to bright sunlight streaming through her window and a kind of cosmic happiness nestled in her chest. The air was full of a sweet, distinctive aroma. With a second sniff, Cassie placed it as French toast.

She rolled out of bed and pulled on some clothes. Following her nose in a dumbfounded state, she slumped downstairs. Miraculously, the living room was clean and smell-free. She couldn't quite remember how she and Mindy had managed that. In the kitchen, Charlotte and Mindy were seated at the table while her father cooked French toast in the pan. There was already a small stack of the sweet treats on the counter.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," said Charlotte. "You ready for your big day?"

"I guess so," said Cassie, rubbing her eyes. Somehow her first day of college, which she had been looking towards as salvation at the start of summer, was now an unpleasant afterthought. Somehow, all she really wanted to do today was stay home and recuperate from last night's orgy. Well, maybe a little intimate time with Charlotte wouldn't hurt. Or Mindy. Jeez, she shouldn't be thinking about this stuff right now.

"I figure we'll get going after breakfast," said her father. "Mindy's friend Brooke is going to pick her up."

"Are you sure you don't want us to give you a ride?" said Charlotte.

Mindy rolled her eyes. "It'll be fine, mom. There probably won't be enough room in the back anyway." Mindy was moving in with her friend in an apartment off-campus. Her school was at the other end of the state from Cassie's. With a start, Cassie realized that she would miss Mindy's constant prodding and teasing. What was life going to be like if everyone was nice to her?

Her dad brought around plates of breakfast for everyone and went to the fridge. "Say, has anyone seen my hot sauce?" No one answered, nor did they question why he would have put hot sauce on French toast. They had given up trying to figure it out.

It was usually one of Cassie's favourite foods, but she was too distracted to enjoy it. How was she feeling sad about leaving her annoying step-family? Was she just feeling better about Mindy and Charlotte because she had started fucking them? Maybe the sex had been a catalyst to help her re-examine her relationships with them, and realize that they had been trying to connect with her this whole time. She had looked down on them because of their approach, their appearance, because they were the type of people who only listened to Top 40 radio and watched bland reality shows. But they had cared, in the end.

"Oh my god," said Mindy. "Are you crying?"

Cassie brandished her fork at her step-sister. "Don't even start."

Mindy snickered. "You must really like French toast." It was a taunt, but now Cassie couldn't help but hear the affection behind it.

Twenty minutes later, Cassie's suitcases and boxes had all been loaded into the back of the car. Mindy was staring at her phone, trying to get in touch with Brooke. For some reason, Charlotte was putting on sunscreen and a hat. Cassie was nervous.

"I, uh, guess I'll see you at Thanksgiving," Cassie said to her stepsister.

Mindy didn't look up. "Try not to eat too much pussy." She did offer up a clenched fist, which Cassie affectionately bumped.

Charlotte forced her daughter into a hug, and then they headed to the car. Cassie settled into the backseat as her father turned on his classic-rock station of choice. She looked out her car window as they turned off their street and towards the highway. Once she had been looking forward to college as the promised land of intellectual and sexual awakening. Now she was wondering how it could possibly be crazier than this small town.