A spanking is in order

You nudge your face from the green globes of Brigette’s ass and thrust out your own curvaceous rear towards the wug. “Please. Tokonga enjoys it so much.” You lean forward and insert your tongue once more into your sister’s ass. Her cheeks are firm against your face as you taste her barren hole. Reaching behind you, you spread your cheeks, revealing your puckered rosebud to the wug. This seems to do it, and with a gasp you feel his long tongue slither up your crack.

“Oh. That’s good,” you groan as his longue tongue plunders your virgin hole. “Yes. Lick me. Tongue my ass!”

“Sister!” Brigette cries, but there is laughter in her voice. “Such foul language!”

“You’re right Brigette,” you moan, voice muffled by the thick flesh of her rear. “If the war mother had heard me, she’d have punished me awfully!”

Brigette titters. “Well! Don’t think that just because you’re tongue is down there you’re getting off. I am. You’ll have to be punished.”

“Noooo.”

“Yes.” Brigette glances up at the wug, his mouth planted firmly between your cheeks. “Spank her.”

“Yes, Tokonga,” the wug murmurs.

You groan as you feel his tongue retract, then squeal as his webbed hand slaps against your full cheeks sending shudders of pleasure racing from end to end.

“Count them sister!” Brigette orders.

“Yes sister. One-“ The following numbers are muffled as Brigette forces your face back between her cheeks with a yank of your fiery hair. With every blow you squeal and bury yourself deeper into her, tongue forming the words between drilling inside her, but soon devolving only into helpless moans. She has a wonderful earthy taste and scent, and you revel in the debauchery as you clean her hole while a wug abuses your ass. On and on his hand slaps your jiggling flesh. You cry out and buck as your skin warms and turns a cherry red beneath his abuses.

You are not the only one enjoying it. With every crack of flesh on flesh Brigette jumps. You can smell her juices and feel her drive her fingers again and again into her greedy snatch. Your head fuzzy with arousal and milk, you can only throw yourself into eating out her pucker, delighting in every humiliating moment of it. Suddenly, Brigette cries out. The musk of her cum fills your nose even over the rich scent of her ass and you breathe deeply of the heady perfume.

“Stop,” Brigette orders breathlessly. The blows against your ass desist. Brigette releases your head and you look up her back and into her chocolate eyes. “Well sister? Have you learned your lesson about filthy language?”

“Oh yes sister,” you pant. “I’ll never do it again.”

“Mmmm. I’m not so sure,” Brigette muses.