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YOUR THROAT WAS DRY FROM ALL THE WHINING, your skin was sticky from all the sweat, your pussy wet from all the teasing. But still Chilchuck toyed with you.
The half-foot had you bend over his lap, fingers leisurely gliding up and down your slit, occasionally pulling off so slightly just to see the way your juices cling onto him as if not wanting to let him go.
You whine again as he repeats this process. "Hn- Pl-please… Want… Hah-" Your words were near incomprehensible, slurred together with strings of saliva and drool dripping from your mouth, sandwiched between either pants or small moans.
Chilchuck chuckles, and while you can't see him, you know he's smiling somewhere behind you. "Just a bit more, sweetheart. You can wait a bit more, yeah?" He asks softly, quietly, gently, like he's talking to a kid.
You only whimper in response as his fingers dive back into your pussy, index and middle fingers stretching apart, spreading your folds. You feel his other hand go down your spine, causing you to arch your back.
This was going on for so long now— too long. Tears began pricking your eyes, brows furrowed in frustration from how leisurely Chilchuck was, how he was biding his time toying with you. You pout at him, your face contorted into a mix of pleasure and annoyance.
"Please, Ch-chilchuck—!" You whine once more, moaning languidly when his thumb brushes against your sensitive bud.
There's a soft chuckle next to you as you feel the weight of the bed shift.
"Poor baby," a voice coos, soft and gentle yet laced with faux sympathy. "Is the old man bein' mean to you, princess?"
A shaky whimper leaves your lips as you nod, chest heaving. Chilchuck grumbles something about not being that old, but his wife only chuckles again.
You feel her hand, smaller and lighter, smooth over the skin of your back and glides down to the plush curve of your ass in a featherlight touch.
"Honey, will you quit bein' mean to her? Next time she might not want to join us." Her tone was playful, like she was spewing empty threats, which she well knew they were.
"Think she likes it when I'm mean to her," Chilchuck says with a huff, his fingers still sliding up and down your cunt, though definitely with more pressure.
His wife giggles. "You think so? Sweetie, do you like when he's mean to you?" She asks you in an almost sing-song tone, leaning down so her face is about next to yours.
You open your mouth to respond, only for a loud moan to rasp out as Chilchuck finally pushes two fingers inside of you, curling them deep into your core.
She giggles again, kissing you on the tip of your nose. "That’s it. Good girl," Chilchuck praises at your reaction, his free hand reaching up to your head to pet it. "So wet…"
"Hm," his wife hums, sitting up and shuffling closer to her husband.
She leans over you to meet his lips in a curt kiss, leaving the auburn haired man sighing in contentment. His fingers still inside you, distracted by his wife's soft lips dancing over his and her tongue licking across them. You whine, wiggling your hips against his hand to try and regain some movement, some friction.
The couple pulls away. "Honey," his wife coos, drawing out the word, cupping his face with both her hands. Chilchuck looks at her dreamily. "You're bein' mean again."
"So mean…" You echo, small tears rolling down your cheeks as you frown.
"Oh, poor thing!" A hand reaches to caress your cheek, fingers brushing against the moisture of your tears. "Such a meanie, you are, honey. Making our poor baby cry."
Your heart flutters at the word our, but you're too distracted to react any other way than grumbling soft whines when Chilchuck begins leisurely pumping his fingers in and out of you. His wife smiles fondly at your reaction, lightly petting your cheek, as skilled fingers continue to fill your insides at a pace you're less than happy about.
His wife shushes you, nimble fingers traces the tear lines down your cheeks, wiping them away with the pads of her thumbs. “It’s okay, baby, mommy’s got you.” She says, softly and gently. And it’s this point in the sex when you really begin to get riled up.
There’s another whine that leaves your lips. And Chilchuck feels the way you flutter around his fingers when his wife babies you, it makes his mouth run dry and his dick twitch in the tight confines of his trousers. A low groan erupts from his throat as he thrusts his fingers quicker into you.
A shudder runs down your spine at the sudden change in tempo, your shaky moan echoing in the room. Chilchuck's wife chuckles, amused at your reaction.
"Havin' fun, hm? Like it when daddy fingers you like that?" She asks, leaning down to press a gentle, chaste kiss on your lips.
You nod in such a trance-like manner and she laughs at your reaction once more. Chilchuck mutters a short string of curses, suddenly encouraged to piston his fingers in and out of your wet cunt, the sloppy noises only getting louder. His fingers curl inside you, prodding at the sweet swollen spot deep in your pussy.
"Such a silly girl!" His wife places another kiss on your lips. "One minute you're complaining about how mean daddy is, the next you're melting on his lap."
You only moan, tears freely rolling down your face. A hand pets the back of your head, carefully and lightly scraping your scalp with her fingernails.
"So tight, darling." Chilchuck says breathily, almost dreamily. "So good for me."
"For us." His wife corrects, moving to kiss her husband once more.
Their lips connect in a haphazard clash of tongue and teeth. She could tell her husband was getting riled up, his patience thinning with each unashamed moan that leaves your lips. He kisses back with such lack of direction, tongue quickly darting into her mouth and licking at her teeth and the roof of her mouth. The muffled moan from her throat is snuffed by Chilchuck's tongue pressing against hers, the sound mixed with the wet slapping of his fingers in and out of your cunt. Her hand in your hair tightens its grip ever so slightly, your head follows when she unintentionally pulls it towards her.
The couple pull away, a string of saliva connecting the remnants of their kiss. You whimper at the lack of attention on you and the quick approaching peak of your pleasure. Chilchuck made sure his wife's kisses didn't distract him from you.
"What's wrong, baby? Don't like when mommy and daddy kiss?" His wife taunts, her hand finally relaxing again and moving to soothingly rub at the area she had pulled from.
Another whimper. "W— Hng! Hah- I want– want too–!" You softly plead between moans and pants, tilting your head at an uncomfortable angle to pout and pucker your lips at her.
She finds your expression tantalizing, biding her sweet time drinking in the almost pathetic way your pupils dilate and your spit spill. But still, she finds it in herself to tease you.
But when she opens her mouth to speak, she's cut off by the thunderous smack of skin against skin, followed by the shocked gasp and loud whine that leaves your lips.
She glances back, peering at her husband whose hand still lays on top of your ass, the same one that had just been curling inside your cunt. There's a growing red print on your skin, the remaining sting of pain evident at the way you wince at the mere feel of Chilchuck's hand.
"Didn't I teach you to ask more nicely?" He asks, voice low and even. Chilchuck can be scary sometimes, in his own way, it sends chills down your spine every time.
"N… N-no, daddy…" You say, voice hoarse and shaky. "'m sorry…"
There's another smack and another gasp and whine.
"Go on then," he says, his hand gingerly rubbing circles against you, "ask again."
There's a short pause of you catching your breath. Chilchuck's wife is almost amused by her husband's quick shift in demeanor. As much as she liked to tease him about it, he was never usually the mean one.
"Hah- I-I'm sorry… Pl- Please… kiss me too…" Your sentence is littered with pauses for breaths, and it's evident you're just a bit embarrassed about having to correct yourself.
"Better. Good girl," Chilchuck says, sliding his fingers back into your cunt.
A pleasured sob leaves your lips in a shaky rasp. Your body trembles, growing sensitive from the overstimulation. A gentle hand slowly glides from your cheekbone down to your chin, tilting your head upwards. A pair of soft lips meet yours, the kiss you've been craving for since you three had started. Chilchuck's wife cups your cheek lovingly, thumb stroking against the plushness of it as her tongue sneaks its way into your mouth. The wet muscle dances with yours, a swirl of slick saliva in your mouths.
Chilchuck pumps his fingers a bit faster, occasionally hooking them deep inside you, each time causing you to clench around them and your body to jolt in surprise. You can feel it, finally reaching the precipice of pleasure. Whining into the kiss, your muffled sobs and moans echo from your throat in low, raspy beats.
Chilchuck's wife pulls away momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath and for a few gasps and moans to slip out, before she plunges back into another kiss. One of her hands finds the back of your head, fingers entangling in your hair as she pulls you forward while she tilts your head, deepening the kiss.
You choke, the strangled sound of spit accidentally slipping down your throat, as you clench around Chilchuck's fingers, finally reaching your long awaited orgasm. He continues to thrust them into you, drawing out your pleasure as he feels each spasm of your cunt against his skin. His wife pulls away, letting you breathe once more.
"Good job, you did so good, baby," she whispers into your ear before kissing your temple. Her hands return to your cheeks, smearing residual tears against your skin as she soothingly caresses you.
"So good, darling," Chilchuck praises in a whisper, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. "So pretty cumming on my fingers. Look."
His wife guides your head to turn to the side where he shows you his hand, coated in your slick. Chilchuck slightly spreads his fingers apart before pulling them close, allowing strings of your arousal to bridge between his digits. You whimper at the sight.
You feel his wife’s hand push your shoulder backwards, in tandem, Chilchuck’s find your waist and pull you flush against his back. There’s a small sound of surprise that leaves your lips when you find yourself seated on Chilchuck’s lap, ass pressed against the stiffness in his pants. You try to speak, dreading how dry your throat felt, but his wife pressed a kiss against your open mouth.
She giggles, almost mischievously. “You didn’t think we were done playing with you, right?”