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“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.
fourteen
The next morning,I woke up with Gretel’s breasts pushed into my back.
We’d slept in Baz’s bed last night. From that moment forward, we’d never end up going back to our little room under the stairs near the kitchen.
After we’d eaten each other out and Baz had covered us in his semen, he’d filled the bathtub. I’d felt a spark of fear when Gretel had stripped me naked, but it disappeared at the hungry look in her eye. And then the swoop in my belly intensified when I caught Baz’s look as he took in my naked form.
I was much shorter than Gretel, and in my mind, there wasn’t a female body as beautiful as the creature. But I felt very gratified at how they stared at my round, heavy tits and my curves.
Baz ushered us into the bathtub, keeping a slight distance still. He handed over some soap and rags and monitored us as he went in and out.
I wanted to lean my head back and soak in the warm water. Gretel was too mischievous for that.
“Open your legs,” she demanded. She scrubbed so vigorously I jerked back, water sloshing.
“Be careful!” I admonished her.
She narrowed her eyes, leaning closer to me. I’d always known she had no sense of personal space, but now her boundaries had truly fallen away. “You took such good care of me, washing me. Let me return the favor.”
