Chapter 13 #2
“Please,” she asked, her voice soft. “May I taste your cunt?”
“Make me come,” I said, much more nonchalant than I felt.
A whine came from her, and she practically fell forward.
Baz chuckled, humor and lust in his gaze. “It sounds like if you make it good for fairy, pet, she’ll take pity on you. That’s very considerate of her.”
Gretel wasted no time, and I honestly wasn’t prepared. Baz had done this same thing just hours earlier, but Gretel’s pink little tongue flattened against my slit. She ran her tongue up and down, electrocuting me from the inside out.
Baz chuckled again. “Enjoy it, fairy. You don’t have to hold back.”
I bit my lip, but my hips jerked.
“Is she sweet enough for you, pet?” Gretel nodded her head, her hair tickling my inner thighs. “Don’t stop or you’ll find out how mean fairy can really get.”
He stood behind Gretel, who moaned as she tasted me. Every noise she made sent another jolt to my pussy.
I didn’t have time to worry anymore. Everything felt so right.
The slap rung out, and Gretel gasped against my swollen cunt.
Baz tutted under his breath. “Don’t forget, Gretel, this is a punishment. Tangwystle deserves to come but it’s yet to be decided if you do.”
My fingers tangled into her curls, forcing her mouth back to my pussy. She traced my folds, nibbling my cunt. Baz spanked her with such force that her chin rocked into me. She sucked my clit, and it caused stars to burst along my skin.
I lost myself for a second, only coming back when I heard Baz order, “Clean her off.”
Gretel’s soft tongue lapped at my inner thighs.
She lifted her head at one point, tears running down her face. Her body jerked forward, Baz spanked her so hard.
But her tears didn’t look pained. With her pink face and desperate cries, I saw the relief of something cascade over her.
“You’re starting to realize it,” Baz said to me. “How our pet is a little painslut.”
At that time in life, I’d only heard the word a handful of times, but as Gretel’s teeth sank into her bottom lip and a moan broke from her, I witnessed a new side to her.
“Please,” she moaned, her voice watery.
I tilted my head and watched as Baz spanked her. All at once, I needed to know how wet she was.
I found Baz’s eyes.
“Three more,” he sternly told her. “Count.”
“One.” The word came out as a pant. “T-two.”
As Baz spanked her one last time, I lifted to my knees, rolling so I was in front of her and pushing her back.
She let out a strangled yelp, and I couldn’t help but press her waist into the bed. Her eyes squeezed shut, but she clamped her thighs together, rubbing.
“You are a painslut,” I marveled. “Open.”
I forced her thighs open.
“Stars, you’re fucking dripping.”
I’d never studied a pussy before. Now I took in Gretel’s lithe body, squirming on the bed. My fingers pinched the naked flesh of her waist. I’d touched her before, but this was so very different.
Her form was perfect. Her stomach taut and her teardrop breasts heaving, the nipples hard and swollen.
I crawled up her body, overcome, and Baz let me take the time. I needed to feel and explore every inch of her. My fingers skated across her smooth skin. My palms rubbed against her nipples.
“Please,” Gretel begged, tears streaming down her face.
I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Her back arched when I tugged.
“Oh, stars please,” she cried.
I lay down on her body, not caring if I crushed her. My slick juices mixed with hers, our pussies aligned, as my thighs straddled her waist. I sat there needing her and loving the feel of her desperation as she tried to rock her hips into mine.
“Come back to us, fairy,” Baz coaxed me. I’m not even sure Gretel could hear his soft words, she cried so hard.
Baz stroked my back, and I wiggled backward.
I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew that right then and there her cunt was mine.
I’d already come to realize that this moment was Baz’s gift to us.
An opportunity for Gretel and me to explore one another while he remained close enough to show his adoration for us.
The hair along her pubic bone was soft, the blonde slightly darker than the hair on her head. I angled my head in what I thought was the most comfortable position and licked her up and down.
I parted her folds, desperate to see more, to claim more. She rocked her hips and pressed her waist down. The fabric of the bedsheets scratched her red ass, and she moaned all the while her body begged me.
I sucked her, my tongue exploring, when Baz’s hand trailed down my back again. This time it slipped under my dress, Gretel the only one out of the three of us truly naked.
Gretel tried to force my head closer against her.
“This is not for you,” I told her fiercely, and her hands dropped to her side. Her hips bucked when I went back to torturing her with slow laps of my tongue.
Baz’s hands kneaded into my ass. The heat of his body seeped into me, and then his fingers traced my wet folds. He said nothing when he pressed one long finger inside of me.
I couldn’t breathe for a second as I panted.
He thrust another finger inside me and I stretched around him, moaning into Gretel’s cunt.
“Please,” Gretel cried, and I understood. Baz scissored inside me. It spurred me on while simultaneously making me lose my mind.
I clenched around him, and Gretel exploded on my tongue, both of us making obscene noises as we finished.
Tears dripped down my face as I fell on top of Gretel’s legs. As tenderly as he could, Baz withdrew his fingers from my sensitive pussy.
I tried to breathe, but it took me a moment. And then in the peaceful silence that fell around us, I picked up my head. Gretel’s chest heaved, but I saw no signs of regret.
It occurred to me that I had missed something earlier. I crawled back up her body, and her head shifted, her eyes widening as I got closer.
Her lips were soft and plump when I kissed her. It was a slow, languid kiss. Lots of things were wrapped up in it. An apology for going so long without each other. A promise to get to know one another more. Hope, desire, and a little bit of terror that this was finally happening.
Gretel broke away first, her chin turning to look just over my shoulder.
Something splattered all over us. So wrapped up in Gretel, I hadn’t even noticed or heard Baz begin to pleasure himself. Long streams of his semen landed on my back and coated Gretel’s shoulder.
I froze, trying to understand what he’d just done. How he’d marked us.
Gretel tried to push herself up, and I finally dared a glance back.
Baz had already turned, waving away Gretel’s clear offer. He headed into the bathroom.
Her shoulders relaxed, but I read it on her face. The disappointment.
“This one was for us,” I whispered to her.
Everything about her softened, and we heard the whirl of the water faucet filling the bathtub.
And then Baz called out, “Pet, can you strip off fairy’s clothes yourself or do you need help?”
When I turned to look at her, the gleam in Gretel’s eye told me she did not need any help.