CHAPTER 94: Riding the Mini Skirt Mafia

Vee straddled him first, her slick, perky frame guiding his aching cock inside her, ignoring his wince.

"Relax, Chaddy," she cooed, riding with slow, teasing thrusts, her heat gripping him tightly.

Bibi followed, her fuller curves pressing down, riding harder—amplifying his raw sensitivity. The waifu tattoos on his throbbing cock seemed to pulse, unyielding, as Chad groaned— their inked presence taunting his pain and unwanted arousal.

"Still hard for us?" Bibi taunted, grinding faster.

Vee whispered, "Pretend this is your waifu on your cock."

His voice cracked—raw with exhaustion and pain.

"Please… I'm... I'm done," he rasped, his face twisted in a grimace.

"My cock's…god, it's screaming. Still sore as hell from shooting that load…"

He winced, trembling slightly.

"You… You do know guys need time to recover, right? And you're just... riding me again, like… like it's nothing…"

He sucked in a shaky breath, his body twitching.

"You've got no idea how raw it is. How sensitive… how fucking painful this is…"

The sisters exchanged glances, laughing with wicked glee.

"Typical guy," Vee scoffed, her sultry voice dripping with mockery. "He thinks sex is over when he shoots his load."

Bibi smirked. "It's over… when we've had enough pleasure."

"And your big erection shows…" they said together, leaning in with identical grins. With a sharp flick, they snapped their fingers against his throbbing cock—hard—making him flinch violently.

"You want more," they taunted in unison, ignoring his pained gasp.

"Think you're spent?" Bibi teased, pinching his sore thigh hard enough to make him flinch.

"We're just getting started, Chaddy," Vee said, her voice low and charged, a sharp grin spreading across her face.

Their grins only widened. Undeterred, Vee slid up and pressed her slick pussy against his face.

"Taste me," she demanded, grinding down in relentless, rhythmic thrusts, her thighs clamping tightly around his head. Her moans sharpened—hips jerking—until she shuddered, squirting a hot, sweet torrent into his mouth, spilling past his lips.

Chad gagged, the sharp taste overwhelming, her fingers tangling in his hair, yanking hard to keep him pinned beneath her.

To distract himself from the relentless cock torture, he focused on the only thing that brought him any comfort—his waifu tattoo... right there on his dick.

What if... the tattoo that used to be on their boobs, which somehow ended up on his shaft—what if now, as they're riding him, it comes off again... and gets stuck inside their pussies?

His waifu sure got around.

Strangely, he wasn't jealous.

If anything… it was kinda hot.

A shaky laugh slipped from Chad, a small, pained smile flickering across his face as the absurd thought sparked a twisted thrill.

Vee and Bibi caught it immediately, their eyes lighting up.

"Look who's starting to enjoy it," Vee teased, smirking.

"Maybe he's ready for round three too?"

Round 3? No, no, no and no.

The sisters dismounted, eyes glinting with intent.

Vee slid up his chest, her slick pussy slamming onto his face.

"Lick it, Chaddy," she hissed, grinding slow, thighs clamping his head. Her dripping heat smothered him as she rocked, forcing his nose and mouth deeper. She moaned softly, pushing harder as Chad gasped, trembling.

Bibi shoved Vee off, her heavier frame crushing down.

"Keep up," she growled, riding hard and relentless, coating his face with her juices. Chad choked, struggling, but she rode harder, moans deep and commanding.

Vee pushed Bibi aside, reclaiming his face.

"My turn," she purred, slamming down faster, thighs squeezing tight. Her moans grew louder, dragging it out until she squirted hot and sweet, flooding his mouth. Chad gagged at the sharp taste.

Bibi returned, smothering him again.

"Take it all," she growled, rocking with primal, relentless force. Her climax hit—a thick, musky gush drowning his senses, coating his throat. Chad quaked beneath her, the tattoos burning his mind as their mocking laughter filled the steam.

Chad choked as the sisters' hot, mingled juices slid down his throat—a warm, slick cascade like bitter medicine he tried to avoid tasting.

His mouth overflowed with their sharp, musky essence, coating his tongue. Sitting up, gasping, he rolled it around, wincing at the potent, tangy bite that lingered, burning his senses.

The Mini Skirt Mafia girls, panting and flushed, leaned in close, their slick bodies glistening in the steam.

"Look at him squirm," Vee taunted, her voice low and sultry. "Bet he's addicted already."

Bibi grinned, her heavy curves swaying. "Keep swallowing, Chaddy."

The girls, equally breathless, pressed in.

"So… what does it taste like? Tell us!"

It wasn't an unpleasant taste like male cum—he had to admit—it was much better.

The only experience Chad had with male cum was from a weird experimental phase in his life when he tried some of his own—and he hadn't liked it at all. It was an acquired taste—one he definitely didn't want to acquire again.

But the sisters' juices tasted different—warmer, sharper, like a strange mix of hot dogs and onions or something.

The sisters stared, sweating and breathless, mouths hanging open, desperate to hear what he'd say next.

He shifted his mouth, swallowing more.

Man, these girls really squirted—there was enough to fill an XL McDonald's cup, he thought.

It wasn't exactly fair to say it tasted like hot dogs or chilli dogs. Admitting their pussy juices tasted like wieners wasn't something he wanted to confess was in his mouth—and he was pretty sure they wouldn't like the comparison either.

How exactly do wine tasters sample wine? He paused to think for a moment.

Following what he'd seen on TV, Chad slowly swirled the liquid around his mouth, inhaling sharply before pulling exaggerated faces like a wine tester trying to figure out the flavour. Unlike wine tasters, who usually spit it out, he held back and clearly savoured it. He swallowed obediently and said, "It tastes like ice cream and pizza."

"Pttf!!" the sisters said together.

"He's just parroting what we said," Bibi sneered.

"Yeah, exactly what we said his cum tasted like," Vee smirked.

"Couldn't he be original for once?" Bibi rolled her eyes.

Vee sauntered over and gave him a playful pat on the head. "Well, at least he swallowed it all…"

"…like a good little boy," Bibi finished with a grin.