Page 58 of Tangwystle
“Up and down,” Gretel said, showing me how to move my hand. How to jerk him off. “Just like that. He’s being so good.”
She kissed his thigh, but I nudged her with my knee. I would be the one doing things to him.
She sat up and kissed my cheek to show she understood. Not that she would remain an innocent bystander.
“Do you want her mouth on you?” she cooed. Baz made a noise under his breath. “I know you’ve been thinking about her. I know that when you put your cock in my mouth you pretend it’s her.”
His eyes shuttered.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I love having her mouth on my cunt so I understand. She’s so good. She always takes care of me. I want you to know what it feels like too.”
My hand kept moving up and down. I tentatively squeezed harder. His hips bucked, noise catching in his throat again. I didn’t know if that meant he liked it or not, but Gretel spurred me on.
“Look at her working you up. You’re so desperate for her. This whole time. How often do you wank yourself off, pretending like your hand is hers? I bet you come hard wishing you were inside her. I don’t know how you’ve done it, Baz. If I were in your position I would’ve thrown her over my knee the first day I met her.”
Baz and I both listened as Gretel said all the things we’d been thinking and wondering about in the weeks before this truly started.
“I would’ve lifted her dress and torn her panties off,” Gretel said, without an ounce of shame or remorse.
She didn’t even blush. The words came, articulate and well thought out. How often had she thought about these fantasies?
“Could you imagine her in your lap, her smooth ass in your hands. How often did you think about it? Tangwystle is so good but I bet you tried to find ways to punish her. But she knows she’s not a naughty girl so she would fight back. Her feet would kick in the air and that’s when you know you’d have to punish her. You’d slap her ass until it was red.”
Baz’s hips bucked, his stomach muscles rippled. The ropes went taught as he tried to pull.
“I know you’ve thought about your hand sneaking up her thighs. Wanting to know if good little Wystle went wet at her punishment. You know how good her pussy is. I mean at least your fingers do.”
My breath hitched when I met Baz’s eyes.
Everything between us went tight.
His fingers had been in my cunt. He’d explored my body and he’d tasted my cunt. But we’d yet to cross that final mark.
And without a doubt, as I worked my hand up and down his cock, I knew how desperate we both were.
“Look at how happy he is for you,” Gretel said to me. “He’s leaking.”
Wetness seeped from the tip of his cock.
“It’s okay,” Gretel whispered. “You can play with that too.”
It was so hot in the room that I wasn’t bothered if my face flushed from her words. Baz already knew she was helping me after all.
I smeared the wetness along his hard shaft, but Gretel lightly touched my shoulder so that my movements stilled.
“Do you want him to come in your mouth or your hands?” My lips parted, but I never directly answered. She explained, “He’s going to come if you keep working him like that. If you want him in your mouth, I’d do it now.”
Her expression was open and sincere. It should come as no surprise that I loved this hands-on, teaching side of Gretel. I was known for my love of all things practical after all.
I wanted to be a good student for both her and Baz.
“Try licking him,” Gretel suggested.
I lapped at the crown of his cock, his groans becoming background noise. My tongue ran up his cock. I shifted my head, picking a different spot and running my tongue against him.
“Press a kiss to him,” Gretel said, her fun side peeking out again.
I did as she said, pressing a kiss to his hard cock, and then Gretel ordered, “Now put him in your mouth.”
