Page 46 of Tangwystle
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 oneanother 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.
