"C'mon, cunt," Greta said throatily. "Lick me clean."
Emily was terrified of taking the finger inside her mouth, but much more terrified not to. She closed her eyes.
Greta rubbed the finger across Emily's lips. "Open up," she said, and Emily slowly parted her lips. Greta thrust her finger inside, as roughly as she'd stuffed it up Emily's cunt.
The taste wasn't as terrible as Emily had feared. Perhaps because it was her own piss flavor she was tasting, she found the taste almost sweet on her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks, hardly noticing that she was doing it, and she began to suck tentatively at the finger.
"Mmmm," Greta giggled, "you're learning fast, Emily! Keep this up and we may get to be really good friends. We have a lot in common already, bitch, but I'm sure you don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"
She stepped away, and she got a washcloth from the rack, wetting it in warm water. She began to wipe Emily's crotch and thighs, washing away the piss. Her hand worked around onto Emily's ass. Her touch was almost surprisingly delicate.
Emily shifted her weight awkwardly as Greta knelt before her, sliding the cloth up and down the insides of her thighs, back and forth through the gap between her legs. The cloth was slightly scrapy, but not at all unbearable as it rubbed along the tight, tense crease of Emily's cunt. Greta spread the pussy lips and applied the cloth lightly to the pussy interior.
"Oh!" Emily said in surprise as the cloth brushed her clit area.
"Mmm, what a pretty clit!" Greta sighed, putting down the cloth.
She was still using her other hand to hold Emily's cunt open. There was nothing Emily could do to stop her. Greta arched upward, still on her knees. Emily looked down in horror, suddenly aware of what Greta meant to do but hardly believing that it could happen.
Greta's tongue emerged, pink and wet, and it extended like a telescope toward Emily's open cunt.
"Ohhh!" Emily squealed as Greta began to lick up and down the exposed crack of her pussy. "Stop it right now!"
"It tastes good, now that it's all clean and shiny," Greta sighed, spreading the pussy-lips further, shoving her tongue deeper into Emily's cunt.
Emily moaned, gasped, trembled as she felt Greta's limber tongue sliding up her pussy chute. She had never touched another woman sexually, never been touched sexually by another woman. She'd always found the idea sickening.
But she was just a pawn in someone else's game now, and none of the rules that she knew were still operational.
Greta covered the entire gash with her mouth and sucked at it while working her tongue in and out of Emily's pussy. Her lips kept brushing insistently at the tip of Emily's clit, and there was no question the organ was responding, that it was growing, erecting, taking on an excited sensitivity that made the slightest graze of Greta's tongue feel like the scrape of sandpaper across the aroused, erectile tissue.
Greta put one of Emily's legs over her shoulder. She lifted herself upward and now neither of Emily's feet were quite touching the floor.
Greta cupped Emily's asscheeks and she worked them vigorously with her hands as she continued to eat her way into Emily's auburn fuzzed cunt. From time to time she stopped, spitting a hair or two off the tip of her tongue, but she didn't seem to be bothered.
"Maybe I'll shave you while I'm at it," she smirked, looking up into Emily's shocked, flushed face. "I love to eat a bare pussy… the thought of this yummy little cunt shining red and excited and hairless makes my drool like a river."
She worked her wet, slippery tongue back into Emily. She was good. She seemed to have an instinctive feel for each and every erogenous zone inside Emily's cunt.
Emily lifted her other leg and tried to push Greta away with her heel. But her feet weren't working properly. Instead of shoving, her foot was beginning to slide tentatively down Greta's back, like a shy, uncertain hand stroking, exploring, the texture of the other woman's body. Her legs were starting to wrap around Greta's neck and pull the pudgy blonde into a cunt that was undeniably simmering in the grip of heat and arousal.
Greta's tongue thrust deeply, fucking into Emily's cunt. There was no resistance inside. The snug walls of the tube loosened eagerly as Greta licked her way up, and then they closed shut, massaging responsively at the tongue that wiggled through the narrow passageway.
The tongue struck like a snake, probing deep.
"No! No! No!" Emily wailed, moaning and jerking spastically with each plunge. Her legs flexed around Greta's neck. Ripples of delirium pulsated through her pussy, tingled in her thighs, ached in her ass. Greta's hands pawed the firm, athletic curves of Emily's buttocks. Sweat oozed from every pore of her skin. Emily strained, her wrists still chained to the curtain rod, and she pulled herself upward by the strength of the chains, then slumped down again to shove her pussy against Greta's sucking mouth.
Her tits were so aroused that they hurt, the nipples sticking out in long red erections of excitement. She looked down at the straining cherry pinnacles and she licked her lips enviously, wishing that for just one fucking moment she could take those nipples in her fingers and squeeze them. To accentuate the thrills of cuntal delight that were sweeping like ocean tides through the steamy barrio of her pussy.
"I bet Duke didn't let you come, did he, honeypot?" Greta purred, her tongue out of the pussy now, her lips brushing lightly but arousingly all over Emily's quivering mound of cunt. She kissed the slice, the clit, using her fingers to hold the gash open. "Mmmm! Mmmm, honey, it tastes SOOOO good!"
Her tongue slithered up and down her cunt's splayed expanse. It was as if her tongue was a hot wire, sparking each time it flicked against Emily's exposed wet cuntal tissue.
"No!" Emily gasped. "No, he didn't, he kept stopping whenever I began to enjoy it. All he wanted was to get his own rocks off. Oh, God, Greta, what are you people doing to me? Your mouth – my cunt – you're driving me craaaaaaazy!"
"What a pussy," Greta sighed, amid her sea of kisses, her flood of licks. "No wonder your husband is so gone on this sweet juicy cunt, baby, but you don't let him have it very often, do you? You should let the whole world know what you have down here. They'd all love it just as much as I do."
She pressed her lips to the clit, kissing it almost tenderly, then starting to lick rapidly up and down over the pink-nubbed erectile tip. Each lap of her tongue sent spasms through Emily.
"Yes, no, I mean, yes, I mean no, I mean – I don't know what the fuck I mean!"
She moaned again, Greta's fingertip easing into her cunt and plunging hard and deep, but not brutally hard, unbearably deep. Emily's tummy heaved as the finger began an excited in-out plunging attack while the blonde's lips continued to worship at the hitherto secret shrine of Emily's throbbing clit.
"I can feel the honey oozing out of your belly." Greta whispered, as she lapped Emily's clit. "Sliding down your hot tight tube, making my finger all wet and juicy, making it so much easier to fuck my fingers in and out of you. Let me taste your honey cum, Emily, mmmm, yes."
She moved her tongue down to lick the cunt she was already reaming with her finger. The tip of her tongue slid into the opening too, and she gave Emily a double-pronged attack, the finger scratching hot horny itches deep inside Emily's pussy while the tongue created even wilder, hornier itches by its constant rimming and teasing around the mouth of the cunt.
"Duke didn't make you come," Greta slurped, eating her captive's salivating pussy, "but I'm gonna make you come. I wanna make the whole world come!"
"Yes!" Emily moaned, hardly recognizing her own voice as it echoed through the shower stall. "Make me come! Fuck me with your hot sweet tongue, your nasty fingers! Oh, you bitch, do it to me!"
Greta sucked hard at the clit, alternating that with stabs of tongue up Emily's cunt, sloshes of tongue up and down the spread-wide flaps of the pussy french. Emily could feel the wetness oozing from her guts, spilling down her pussy. She could feel, hear, the squishing that Greta finger made as it plugged her cunt again and again.