Tickled Pink

THAT DAMNED CAT

“Angel, please… God, please…”

She wiggled out from under me like she was made of liquid, working the buttons on her blouse in the opposite direction. I watched with regret as she swiftly secured all the hard-earned territory it had taken me twice the time to uncover.

“What if your dad comes home?” she whispered, looking up at me from under her straight blonde bangs and hugging her arms under her breasts as if she were cold. I groaned as the full tops of her tits pressed upward and out, her nipples poking against her blouse. My cock strained against denim and I shifted my hips so she couldn’t possibly ignore how hard I was against her thigh.

“I told you,” I murmured, sliding my hand over the thin material and tweaking her nipple. She shuddered against me when I did that, her eyes half-closing in pleasure.

“He’s working late. He won’t be home for hours.”

“Mark, no,” she whispered as I worked the buttons again, trying to make up some of the ground I’d already lost. “Let’s go…”

Her mouth was saying no, but her body was saying yes and she moaned as I tongued her nipple right through her shirt and bra, flicking it again and again with my tongue. Her fingers ran through my hair, gripping my head as she wiggled and maneuvered herself so that the heat between her legs was riding against my denim-clad thigh. God, she really loved it, no matter what she kept saying.

“Please,” she whispered, her thighs like a vise grip around mine as she arched her back, my mouth searching past the soft V of her blouse, over the pale mound of her breast, seeking the hard pink center. “Oh God, Mark… please…”

I didn’t bother reaching around for her bra hooks-I just pulled the cup down, my tongue making fast, wet circles around and around the fat, pink bud of her nipple. Angel wiggled and thrashed underneath me, her breath hot in my ear, my cock like steel against her thigh and aching for release. Her nails dug into my back as I pulled the other cup down, too, spilling both of her breasts and pressing my face between them.

“Mark!” she hissed, bucking under me, her grip tightening, her nails actually digging in through my t-shirt. “Mark, look!”

“What?” I gasped, turning my head in the direction she was pointing, afraid that I had been wrong, after all, about my dad getting off work late. “What is it?”

“The cat,” she hissed. “Look!”

I sighed, loathe to give up the ground I’d just secured, but knowing she wouldn’t let anything proceed with Sam in the room. He was curled into a soft orange ball in the corner, his sleepy eyes blinking up at me as I approached. My older brother’s cat—kitten really—the one Dad said he couldn’t have, but here it was, anyway, making himself comfy on a week’s worth of dirty laundry.

“Put him out,” Angel insisted, and I glanced over my shoulder, gritting my teeth as she worked the buttons again in the wrong direction.

“Bad kitty,” I grumbled, picking him up and opening my door. I tossed him gently into the hallway and he landed on his feet, turning to look at me with large, betrayed eyes.

“I can’t… with anyone watching…” Angel explained by way of an apology, biting her lip and looking up at me as I came back toward the bed.

“Well, now no one’s watching,” I assured her, climbing back into my little twin bed and moving in to kiss her. She kissed me back, her lips soft and open. The sweet smell of her hair brushing my cheek made me dizzy with lust as she rocked against me, slanting her mouth across mine like she was looking for something, her hands gripping my t-shirt into fists. Somehow she maneuvered herself onto me, and I decided to start lower this time, working the button on her jeans.

“Mark…” She mumbled my name against my mouth, her tongue playing along my lips, and I slid one hand in through a mis-buttoned gape in her blouse, my finger rubbing her nipple and making her moan and wiggle some more. My other hand was ticking her zipper down a little at a time, and her little hips wiggled on me, driving me to distraction.

“Wait,” she whispered as I slid my hand into her jeans, heading for the promised land. “No, wait, don’t…”

I sighed, moving my hand to less offensive territory, sliding it around behind and under the waistband of her jeans. Her skin was soft and she relaxed, kissing me again as I inched my way further down, seeking the top band of her panties. Surprised, I didn’t find it as the rounded curve of her ass fill my hand.

“Angel,” I murmured, confused, feeling my way over the soft globe of her behind.

Then I found it-a thin band of material running up the crack of her ass. “Are you wearing a thong?”

“Yes,” she admitted, her smile shy, her cheeks pink, her blue eyes looking out at me from under those blonde bangs like she’d been keeping a secret-and she had! “It’s more like a g-string kind of a thing…”

“Oh my God.” I said, grinning, grinned, remembering my comment last week about the little cotton panties she wore, like a little girl, with all the days of the week. “Let me see!”

She giggled as I tugged on her jeans, batting at my hands, but letting me make quite a bit of headway as the denim slid down her hips.

“What color are they?” I groaned when she moved off of me to stand next to the bed, realizing what this meant. She’d been planning on me seeing her in her new underwear all along! My cock twitched at the thought.

“See for yourself.” She gave me a coy smile and turned her back to me as she wiggled the rest of the way out of her jeans. Down, down, down her hips they went, and my eyes traced the thin black strap down the crack of her ass, glimpsing where it disappeared between her thighs. My cock jumped when I saw the crotch of the thong, a little darker than the rest.

“Black,” I breathed, moving my hand over her behind as she stepped out of her pants and turned to face me.

Pulling her white blouse up over the smooth, flat expanse of her belly, lifting it high enough to expose her navel, she looked down at me and bit her lip. “Do you like them?”

I nodded, tracing the black triangle I knew was hiding a dark blonde one underneath. The way her thighs swelled at the apex, mimicking the smaller swell between them, left me breathless. I wanted to shove the little bit of material aside and delve deep up inside of her, with my fingers, my tongue, my cock. The look on my face must have betrayed my thoughts, because Angel let her blouse fall, covering the thong.

“Nuh-uh!” I grabbed her ass and pulled her toward the bed. “Come here.”

“Mark!” she squealed, laughing as I yanked her up onto the bed, looking up at her kneeling over my chest.

“I just want to show you how much I love your new underwear.” I moved down, spreading her thighs with my hands, positioning myself beneath her.

“Ohhh,” she breathed as I nudged her panties aside and found her with my tongue, probing between her lips, searching the slick, wet folds for the little nub of flesh that made her go all weak and fluttery when I touched it. “Ohhh God, Mark, what are you doing…!”

I’d been dreaming about this moment, and the sound of her moans and the taste of her musky juices in my throat nearly sent me over right then. My cock was pulsing hard against my zipper, and I didn’t even dare release it for fear of coming on the spot.

Angel rocked against my tongue, her thighs trembling, and I watched, delighted, as she pulled her shirt up over her breasts.

I made soft, encouraging noises in my throat, watching her fingers as they squeezed and tugged at her nipples. Her head went back and the sound of her ragged breath filled the room. Fuck! My cock felt like it was going to burst! I couldn’t help it-I snuck my hand down and unzipped, pressing my hand over my underwear, rubbing the head of my cock against my lower belly.

“Oh Mark,” she moaned, spreading her lips with her fingers to give me better access. “Oh honey, that’s so good!”

I wanted to shove my fingers up inside her, but I didn’t want to startle her, so I just continued to move my tongue, faster and faster. Her whole body was tense, quivering, her belly undulating as she rocked against my mouth. My cock jerked in my hand-I was stroking it now, just light, easy tugs, squeezing myself every now and then to keep my own climax at bay.

“Oh God, baby, your tongue!” She rolled her hips in fast, easy circles. “I’m gonna come!”

I groaned, squeezing my cock hard as she did, her hands grabbing onto the headboard, her body convulsing on top of me. I couldn’t help it-I slid two fingers inside her, feeling the thick pulse of her orgasm as she came and came, shuddering and bucking with the force of it.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she breathed, straddling my chest and steadying herself with shaking hands. “Oh my God, that was… that was…”

I grinned up, seeing her flushed face, her half-closed eyes. She was unbuttoning her shirt, peeling it off, tossing her bra aside. Even her breasts were rosy and flushed.

“Liked that?” I asked, cupping her mound with my palm, making her groan.

“Lemme do it again…”

“Nooooo,” she wailed, wiggling on me, her eyes flying open. “I can’t, not again!”

“I bet you could.” I tugged at the black thong, wet with saliva and her juices now.

“Let’s try…”

“No, no,” she murmured, trying to get away. I had her by the g-string, though, and the flimsy material snapped as she struggled to climb off me, giggling and squirming.

“Oops,” I said, seeing the place where it had ripped. “Fragile things, aren’t they?”

“Oh damnit,” she swore, holding up the broken piece of elastic. “These cost a fortune!”

“Worth every penny,” I assured her, tugging them down her thigh and staring at her nude body as she knelt up on the bed. “Now come on, don’t you think it’s my turn?”

She gave me a slow smile, her eyes on my hand moving slowly up and down my shaft.

“Okay,” she agreed, stepping out of the thong and tossing it over her shoulder.

She giggled when it hooked on the doorknob, and I noticed the door was ajar again.

Damn cat, I thought. Through the crack, I could see gleam of the cat’s eyes watching us, and I grabbed Angel, hoping to divert her before she noticed.

“Come on, baby,” I murmured, tugging my jeans down my hips. “Suck it, just a little…”

“Just a little?” she teased, turning so she could grasp my cock in her hand. I groaned, letting her take over. I couldn’t get over how much she seemed to love doing this! She made a happy noise in her throat as her soft, wet mouth wrapped around the head of my cock, taking me in bit by bit.

Her hips swung my direction, her ass in the air, and I looked at the soft, glistening mound of blonde hair showing between her slightly parted thighs. I could still feel a slick coating of her in my throat, and the smell of her was intoxicating. I wanted to taste her again, but I didn’t want her to stop whatever she was doing with her mouth-my God!

What was she doing? It felt like hot, wet heaven sliding up and down my shaft!

“Angel,” I groaned, as her hand joined her mouth, moving the skin of my cock up over the head. Her tongue ran circles around the tip, teasing me, before sliding back down the shaft again.

“Is that enough?” she teased, feathering kisses over my belly, her hand moving up and down my length. “You said just a little…”

“Brat!” I smacked her bare bottom, making her squeal and giggle. “Come here, let’s see if I can give you some incentive.”

“Wait, no!” she cried, as I grabbed her hips, pulling her so that she was positioned over my face. “Ohhh God, Mark, please… not again… I can’t…!”

“Yes,” I said, flicking her clit with my tongue. “You can.”

She gasped as I parted her flesh with my fingers, easing my way up and down her folds with my soft, wet tongue. I could feel her giving in, her mouth vibrating as she moaned around cock, sending delicious waves through my pelvis. Her pubic hair parted for my tongue and gave way to pink, slick flesh.

I teased her, probing around the tender hole of her pussy, sinking my tongue in and scooping out more of her juices. God, she tasted so good! I lapped at her, burying my whole face against her mound, almost forgetting her hand and mouth working on my cock. I was too lost in her, the sight of her tender asshole winking at me, the soft sound of her moans coming from between my legs.

“Oh yesssss,” she purred, reaching between her thighs and parting her lips. “Lick my clit… please… it feels so good right here…”

She was showing me, pointing the way, and I nudged her finger aside with my tongue, beginning to lick her clit back and forth, round and round. I was rewarded with a deeper, more fervent sucking of my cock. It seemed that the faster I licker her, the more furiously she worked my length, until I didn’t know where I started and she began.

“Oh hell, Angel!” I cried, my voice muffled between her thighs. There wasn’t anything I could do, and I knew she hated to swallow it, but some secret part of me was glad I couldn’t stop-that part of me didn’t want to stop. I wanted to bury myself in the soft, wet tunnel of her mouth and fill her with my cum.

“Yes!” She whispered against the head of my cock. My balls were so tight I couldn’t even feel them on my thighs anymore! “Come in my mouth!”

Oh holy hell! I fastened my mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking at her tiny little clit as she took me into her throat again. She wanted me to come in her mouth! My cock jerked against her tongue. The ease of her soft palate against the tip, feeling it give as I sank deep into her throat, was just enough sensation to push me to that edge.

I didn’t warn her, though, because I could feel her body tensing, releasing, the soft shudder and shake of her as she came against my face almost sending me into orbit. Her thighs trembled in my hands and her juices flowed like water down my chin and cheeks, her clit throbbing against my tongue.

I didn’t think I’d ever come so hard before or since. I’m surprised I didn’t choke her with that first, thick blast. It went straight to the back of her throat, it had to, the force of it bucking my hips up with a growl and a grunt. I couldn’t stop it if I tried.

The cum boiled out of my balls and roared out of the tip of my cock like a geyser, coating her mouth and tongue in seconds with white, hot fluid. I jerked and groaned

beneath her, the spasms threatening to buck her right off of me as I came, every thick surge like some final dying release into heaven.

And to my surprise, she swallowed that mouthful and then every last drop, licking my cum off her fingers and shaft, making me shiver in the wake of my climax.

“I thought you didn’t… like to swallow,” I gasped, the feel and taste of her still all over my face.

“We never did it like that before,” she murmured against the tip of my cock, licking the sensitive head and making my eyes roll back with the sensation. “I like it like that…”

I groaned. “Then we’ll have to replicate that… a lot…”

She giggled, turning around to kiss me, the slightly acrid taste of my cum in her mouth.

“Now?” she urged, straddling my thigh with her wet mound.

“I think I’ve created a monster.” I laughed, tweaking her nipple and making her squeal. “Come on, I’ll drive you to campus. Don’t you have art history this afternoon?”

“All right,” she agreed with a sigh, reaching for her clothes. “Hey… where’s my underwear?”

I frowned, still dizzy, the blood not quite thick enough in my head yet. “It was on the doorknob.”

We both looked and I blinked as if that would make it appear. It wasn’t on the floor near the door, either, we discovered, as Angel cleared away the clothes piled against the closet.

“Mark!” The sound of my dad’s voice panicked us both. Angel’s fingers had never worked so fast as she buttoned and tucked. I yanked my jeans back up, wiping my still wet face with the back of my hand.

“Fuck!” I whispered, watching Angel pulling her jeans up over her hips. The fact that she was wearing no underwear at all now actually made my cock jump, in spite of the adrenaline pumping through my body.

“We’re in here, Dad!” I called, jerking my door fully open and grabbing my backpack off the floor.

“I thought he was working late,” Angel hissed, buttoning her jeans and smoothing her long, blonde hair back into a fast ponytail, using a spare rubber band she always kept around her wrist.

“I thought so, too!” I whispered. “Don’t worry, I can handle this. It will be fine.”

“Hey, Mark,” my dad called again, and I followed the sound of his voice out into the living room. He was in the process of shaking his coat off, and I noted it must be snowing outside.

“Hey.” I tried to sound casual and not getting too close. Could you smell pussy on someone? I wondered. “I was giving Angel a ride, and I forgot my backpack,” I explained, holding it up, as if it would prove something.

“Uh-huh.” He nodded, his eyes moving past me. Angel had her coat on, and she looked flushed, but that would have been the case if we’d been out in the cold-right?

“Hi, Mr. Nelson,” she said in a soft voice, waving from the doorway.

“Hi, Angel.” My dad tugged off his boots.

“Okay, well.” I cleared my throat. “We’ll just be going.”

“Sure,” my dad agreed, moving away from the door.

I thought we were home free. Angel crowded behind me as we moved together toward the exit.

That’s when my father said, “Oh, Angel, I think you forgot something…”

She turned to him, and I felt her startle. It was like she was trying to say something, but all the breath had left her body. I turned to look.

“Those are yours, aren’t they?” My father pointed toward the couch.

My heart sank when I saw my brother’s kitten tangled up in Angel’s new underwear, the black elastic dangling from one of its fluffy orange ears.

“No,” Angel lied, pushing past me, wide-eyed, and rushing out of the house.

I locked eyes with my dad and then we both grinned.

“I probably don’t have to say anything, do I?” my dad asked.

I shook my head with a sigh, struggling the thong out of the cat’s claws and shoving it into my jeans pocket. “I don’t think I’ll ever get her back into my room again.”

“That’s what I figured,” my dad said with a satisfied nod.

As it turned out, I was right.