Page 87 of Tangwystle
“Pet,” he said. He lovingly caressed her skin, clearly not done with us. “Come on, pet. Fairy needs to be cleaned up.”
She continued to cry as she sat up on her knees. I was used to seeing Gretel cry during sex, but this was different. She needed to cleanse herself of the sadness and fear of the last few days.
“Come along,” Baz said, bending her body forward. He moved my legs, positioning us both. “That’s right, pet. Just like that.”
Gretel gently licked me, cleaning my arousal and Baz’s cum.
“Good girl,” Baz murmured. She froze when he began to play with her ass. “Keep going.”
Softly, she lapped at me, tired and spent. But we’d always intended to use her hard.
My skin started to heat, not from her warm tongue, but because Baz stared at me. He worked two of his fingers in Gretel’s ass, pumping them in and out, all while looking at me. She made a noise, a whine or a moan. She began to rock her hips back. He added a third.
“You’re doing such a good job,” he said. Not moving, he lifted his free hand from where it traced circles along her hip. A bottle floated from the side table. Oil. “You’re fucking soaked, pet, but you can’t get wet enough for this.”
She moaned when he tipped the oil onto her backside. It dripped down her, and he smeared it along her ass.
“Such a pretty hole,” he groaned. My back arched as Gretel bit my clit, drawing it into her mouth. “I’m going to go slow, okay?”
She nodded, her hair tickling my inner thighs.
“Keep playing with fairy,” he reminded. “You’re going to satisfy both of us, tonight, pet.”
He guided his cock into her hole, groaning as he tried to thrust forward. She froze, a noise catching in the back of her throat.
I twisted my fingers into her hair, dragging her back to my pussy. “Be a good girl, pet. Let him take your ass.”
She did her best, bless her, to suck me, but it took several more minutes for Baz to work his cock into her ass.
He praised her all the while, rubbing his hands along her skin. I combed my hands through her hair, forcing her mouth to my cunt and adding my own inspiring words and working her up.
Baz groaned again, “Fuck.”
His groin slammed into her ass, and she cried out.
“That’s good,” he said, his head tilting back. “Oh, stars, pet.”
“You’re such a good whore,” I told her, bringing her attention back to my needs.
Baz rocked his hips, working his cock in and out of her hole. Every thrust sent her hot mouth closer to my pussy. She sucked and bit, her cries mixing with my wetness.
And all the while, Baz never looked away from me. He paid attention to Gretel, making sure she was okay, but his bright, brilliant blue eyes hardly left mine.
This is what we’d been fighting for. Gretel, the lovely creature, would always be between us. Not because she caused problems, but because she belonged there. With us. We’d love and protect her, and she’d love and protect us.
This is how we operated. Then and to this day.
Baz’s movements became more frantic. His hand snaked around her waist, teasing her clit. She tensed, hot air blowing against my pussy as she gasped.
“Fuck, Gretel,” Baz cried out. Some unintelligible noise came from her. His hips only went faster, tearing into her. “Work on fairy, pet. She deserves to come too.”
Gretel attacked me, sucking me.
“Make her come,” Baz demanded, his skin slapping against hers. Gretel reached across my body, squeezing my tits. She rolled my hard nipples between her fingers, making me cry out.
My hands clasped hers, grabbing onto her like a lifeline. All three of us rocked together, our separate acts spurred on by one another.
I gasped, my back arching when my pussy clenched. Gretel had made me come countless times, but I felt like I’d been thrown off the deep end, the sensation curling down all the way to my toes. Baz threw his head back, filling Gretel’s ass with his semen.
