Masha's Auntie Ascending
After getting my
nine-year-old ass royally eaten out by my elegant Aunt Becca halfway up the
stairs of her peaceful seaside home, I still make her carry me up like a
princess the rest of the way, despite my continuing to have Auntie's angel
wings impermanently a part of me. I lost track of how many anal orgasms she
gave me over the last hour, which have left every inch of my naked flesh
sizzling in the afterglow.
Maddeningly, she has
remained fully clothed in the angel dress from her Halloween costume thus far,
although it's actually kind of sexier this way my
aristocratically attired Auntie finally having her way with her naughty nude
niece, leaving me to unwrap her opulent goodies in my own time. Her soft blue
eyes favor me with an innocuous gaze that entirely belies the unspeakable
amorality she just subjected her youngest relative to, not to mention the
unrelenting ravishing I've promised upon our ascent to our conjugal bed. This
is the same benignly loving expression as when she carries my tired body in
from the car after many a dance recital, proving that our natural coupling was
always meant to be. If only I'd truly believed we've been in love with each
other my whole life, one brave kiss from me would have jumpstarted our physical
relationship all the sooner.
Auntie delivers me
into the turret where I use my borrowed wings to lift off from her arms and
explore the high ceiling of my bedroom-away-from-home as never before. I survey
all my beloved belongings my rustic rope swing and the matching one for
Auntie, my dolls, toys, and dress-up outfits, my giant plush Alice in
Wonderland toadstool, and especially my sumptuous, four poster, queen-sized bed
right in the center of the room all of which will unavoidably be caught up in
far less pure activities than they're used to in due time.
I fly down to suspend
myself before my Aunt Becca and she takes my face in her satiny hands.
"My beautiful angel,"
she coos.
"I think these look better on you." I swiftly swish around behind my
towering Auntie to say in her ear, "But if you're looking to conjure me a gift
for Solstice, I wouldn't kick a pair of fairy wings out of bed."
Becca
uncharacteristically melts into preciousness.
"Ohhhh,
you'd look adorable as a little fairy!" Then she remembers herself and collects
her composure. "I'll see what I can do."
"Oh, Auntie..." I purr,
my voice dripping with honey as I unzip her dress. "It's time for you to
abandon yourself to me. Let everything go."
"I have so many wild
impulses, Masha. You have no idea."
"I'm not afraid." I
let one of Auntie's dress straps fall.
"I know you're not.
You're fearless. I long to be more like you."
I slide my arms
around her slender waist and press my lips and nose into her bare shoulder,
smooching deeply. Her skin is warm and fragrant, like fresh lilacs in spring.
"Mmm...I
love your shoulders."
Kissing my way along
her back and neck, eliciting sweet sighs from Auntie, I make it over to her
other shoulder and push aside her left dress strap. After lingering there with
delicate pecks for a few moments, I swirl back around to face my ladylove and
admire how the top half of her dress is merely being held up by her bounteous
bosom. I reach out to gingerly nudge the fabric forward, causing the front of
her gown to fetchingly fall around her waist. My eyes cast esteem upon my
topless Auntie like the work of art she is.
Following a lengthy
period of silent praise, I effuse, "Behold my beloved Becca who boasts the best
breasts in the known universe."
"Been checking out
other boobs than mine, have we?"
"I check out ALL the
boobs, so I know what I'm talking about. Yours are indeed the most glorious.
And oh, how I love that you don't wear a bra. Nothing can contain these epic
beauties. I've waited forever to hold them..."
I palm a handful of
each D-cup and my mouth goes agape at their scrumptious squishiness and their
heavenly heft.
My throat tightens
and my eyes well with tears until my voice barely squeaks out, "Auntie...this is
so intense!"
"I know, baby.
Remember what you said: don't hold back "
Before she can finish
speaking, my lips attach around her enormous areola. Becca heaves a heavy exhale and she pets my hair appreciatively. My tongue goes
crazy as her nipple stiffens in my mouth and her other nipple grows erect
between my fingers. I roughly joggle her right breast by the rigid nipple while
my suckling slows sedately. Then my suction surges when I try to gulp in as
much boob as I can until my small, young face is filled completely with the warmest
thing it's ever felt. I munch her massive mammary until the stimulation becomes
too much for her and she savagely snags a fistful of my hair, jerking me away
from her breast and redepositing my tongue in her mouth.
We make out
marvelously for a couple of minutes and Auntie ultimately allows me to float
down to visit her opposite unanointed nipple. Keeping it hands-free, my tongue
orbits her well-roundedness, fully saturating her with my sweet saliva. I am
extra grateful for these wings right now, for under normal circumstances my
shrimpy, small for my age three-foot-ten self would need a stool to bridge the
over two-foot gap in reaching all the tasty treats on my statuesque
five-foot-eleven-inch Auntie. Stringing a thread of spit from her nipple up to her
chin, I rise again to plant a sloppy smooch on her kisser. The wings either
give me greater strength or my amorous advances make Becca weak, because she is
letting me propel her backwards toward the bed. I test my power by lightly
shoving her shoulders and she flops down flat on the mattress.
"Push me, why doncha?" Auntie giggles.
"Pushing should be
the least of your worries," I tease, tugging at her dress.
"I'm scared!" she
chuckles, chewing on her finger.
"You should be." I
carry on wresting the dress from her shapely hips. "Mmm...these
hips are my everything. You have the most perfect womanly figure " Finally the
dress is completely off. "Auntie! Where on Earth are your panties??"
She shrugs,
nonchalantly.
"Have you been like
this all evening? Around my friends??"
"I never wear
undergarments, so...naturally."
"Never, EVER??"
Auntie shakes her
head, smiling.
"Still learning new
things about you..."
"You love the mystery
that is me."
"Damn right, I do!
Now let's get a good look at that coochie..."
I fly high above my
bed in order to drift back down to land flamboyantly in between Aunt Becca's
spectacular legs. I study her lush, brunette pubic hair for a minute before
nestling my nose in to draw in a healthy waft.
"Oh, Auntie, you
smell wonderful!"
Her clean, dewy scent
lingers in my nostrils and my hands roam through her fluffy fur.
"Mmm...you
have such graceful fingers, Masha. I love how you touch me."
"Well, who wouldn't
love touching you? This feels sublime! I can't wait to have pretty hair like
this. If I were you, I'd never be able to keep my
hands off myself!"
"Who says I do?"
I giggle and finally
start to peel back her labia. My face lights up like I've just discovered a
portal to an enchanted realm (which, technically, I have).
"Such...splendor. I've
never seen this so up close. So intricate. And so many shades of pink! Look how
juicy you are, Auntie!"
"All because of you,
babe."
"Yeah? Sure a certain saucy redhead named Mae with her freckles and
pale bare feet hasn't crossed your mind?"
"Maybe just a
little."
I smack Becca's
thigh, sharply.
"Cheeky, Auntie!"
She smirks,
playfully.
"It's alright, I
think about her sometimes too. She's hella sexy."
I return to my
inspection of my aunt's moist, elaborate folds, my fingers probing further so I
can peer into the enticing entrance to her vagina.
"Oh, my delicate dollface. Won't you please dine on your Auntie's pussy?"
"Well...who am I to
decline such a cordial invitation?"
I've long dreamt of
how I would take my first taste of Becca's honey pot, but suddenly faced with
resplendent reality, I simply smush my greedy wide-open mouth into her vulva
and lick her like a woman possessed. I know I'm on to something when Auntie's whole body tenses and she grips the duvet firmly with one
hand and slaps the bedspread with the other.
"You're...really going
for it!"
"I'll always go for
it with you, Auntie. Our days of missed opportunities are over."
My lips draw in her labia and I suck lustily on the spongy flesh. Auntie gasps,
arching her back and writhing erratically.
"Oh, my
Goddesses...MASHA!!"
Laughing, I flicker
the tip of my tongue at her clitoris.
"I love making you
moan and hearing you cry my name in ecstasy."
Becca catches her
breath and props herself on her elbows to get a good view of my cunnilingual
fluency. Our eyes lock as I attack her clit tempestuously, gobbling, tonguing,
and slurping noisily for many minutes.
"I wish you could see
your angelic face. I can't believe my cute, little niecey-piecey
is making me come at long last!"
Briefly coming up for
air, I blurt, "Yes, Auntie! Come in my mouth!!"
Plastering my puss to
her pussy, I clamp my claws around her thighs and buckle up for a bumpy ride.
My tongue waggles against her love button and she starts barking sounds no
niece should ever be allowed to make her aunt vocalize. Low, guttural, inhuman
noises so fucking hot! Those voluptuous hips I love so much begin slamming
her pelvis into my face and I gamely take the pummeling like a champ. My chin
and cheeks grow sticky with sweetie pie syrup as my Auntie settles down from
the shock of her unbridled outburst.
"What did I just do?
Was that me? Are you okay?"
"I'm tough. I can
take it," I smile, still sipping nectar from her dripping muff. "Might have
knocked a baby tooth loose. You okay?"
Becca bursts into
tears.
"Oh, Auntie..."
"I've never felt this
way with anyone! We could've been feeling like this all along!"
"That's what I'm saying!"
"I know you're a
child, but we're "
"made for each
other. Yes, I know."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too,
Auntie. You need to let these primal instincts loose more often...like next time
you have your wicked way with me?"
"Is that a witch
joke?" she snarls, reaching out to grab me. "I'm gonna
give it to you good!"
"Nah-uh," I protest,
pushing her away so hard it thrusts her legs back and she catches them by the
ankles. "Not yet. The Defiling of Auntie has only just begun."
"Far be it from me to
interrupt. Defile away."
This new, vulnerable
position gives me my first good gander at Auntie's asshole, and it
looks...delicious? Pleasantly pink and symmetrically rippled, I recall how
surprisingly sensual it felt having my anus licked by her for hours. No doubt
she would lose her mind if my tongue were to pay a visit. All
the more reason to postpone the main event and stay on target.
Using my thumbs and
index fingers, I pry open her vagina so I can resume my examination. From this
angle, I'm staring straight into the slick passage, marveling at all the colors
and textures. If I didn't already have my heart set on being make-up artist and
a witch just like my Auntie, I'd seriously consider becoming a gynecologist so
I could observe sweet, juicy pussies all day. They really are fascinating.
Becca looks so
beautiful waiting wide-eyed with baited breath at what
my next move will be, and I become conscious of my own heavy breathing. Feeling
fortunate that I get to indulge in this eroticism at such a young age, I waste
no more time in plunging my tongue into her slippery hole as far as it will go.
Auntie grins ear-to-ear and releases a deep, throaty laugh, the likes of which
I have never heard from her before.
I slither my tongue
almost all the way back out and then curl it to drive it in even further. She
squeals, sounding more like herself, but then recommences her newfound
cackling. I slide in and out, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her tight twat
squeezing my tongue. Apparently, I'm not the only one having fun...
"My nine-year-old
niece is tongue-fucking my cunt, I must be going mad! It just feels so goooooooood!! Don't stop, DON'T STOP!"
Her atypical potty
mouth makes me wet as all get-out, but I have no time to unpack that now. I bank
these obscenities for later twiddling purposes and instead make it my mission
to point her pussy skyward to better piledrive her opening much as she did to
my ass earlier this evening. Auntie's genuine shrieking is all the
encouragement I need to keep pursuing another explosive orgasm, but in my heart
of hearts I'd rather honor her with a more profound, subtle climax.
Lowering her behind
back down to the bed, Becca remains titillated but with a twinge of
disappointment.
"You little tease," she murmurs woozily. Then she realizes what I'm up
to. "Oh...OH! You bloody genius, you're doing my ice cream thing."
Indeed, I have now
flattened my tongue inside her vagina and am only using the curved tip in a
tiny scooping gesture, just like I demonstrated Auntie's ice cream eating
technique to her a couple hours before. She sinks into serenity and I sooth her
insides like this for several more minutes. The surface of her skin feels
tingly all over. In an effort to bring her on home, I
start writing "Masha loves Auntie" with the tip of my tongue on the walls of
her pussy.
Partway through the
third inscription, Becca says dreamily, "You are such a good niece. You make
your Auntie so happy."
Her coochie gushes girl goo galore into my thirsty mouth and I
glug it down gleefully. Slight shudders ripple through her body and her
enduringly aloft feet kick the air.
Upon having my fill
of vaginal juices, I rave, "You taste amazing, Auntie! Tangy, sweet...like peaches."
Becca blushes and
giggles softly, "I wonder what you taste like."
"You've tasted me...of,
you mean my vulva. A wise woman once said, `All in good time.' I made a pledge
to provide a generous fucking and I have not fulfilled my obligation."
To my bewilderment,
my seemingly chilled-out cutie hops up to her hands and knees, presenting her
backside to me and declares, "I've got something you can fulfill!"
"That's, uhhh...quite a view."
"So glad you
approve."
I thought I'd had an
excellent vantage point before but now I can see EVERYTHING: Her downy, pettable pubic hair, meaty, mouthwatering labia, and
there's that beauteous butthole tempting my tastebuds again. Not to mention
those firm, muscular haunches and savory bare soles in the foreground and the
giant, dangling bazooms off in the distance, it's like Auntie is serving up a
buffet of all my favorite hors d'oeuvres at once.
Noticing I'm visibly
beside myself, Auntie giggles and waves her foxy fanny in my face to regain my
focus.
"So...tell me what girls
like in terms of fingering," I request.
"This is where we get
to make exciting new discoveries together. I honestly don't have a lot of
experience with penetration."
"Really??"
"I like using my
tongue...a lot..."
"I noticed."
She squints at me sassily
and continues, "...and I use my fingers for rubbing and caressing, but my past
girlfriends haven't really been into having fingers inside them very often."
"And what do you
like?"
Her voice goes all
tender and soft, "I've never done that. I've been waiting for you."
"You...saved yourself
for me?"
"I've been saving so
much for you, angel."
"Auntie...I'm
speechless."
"Good thing you don't
need to talk to fuck me."
I start laugh-crying,
"Sounds like you've been saving up all your swear
words too. What's come over you?"
"Well...I know hearing
your genteel Auntie curse up a storm is a turn-on for you, so..."
"I really do! It's so
hot..."
"Just so you know,
princess, that's a two-way street: Listening to my naughty little niece talking
nasty makes me super wet."
I exhale audibly.
"So...how many digits shall I stuff into your twat? One? Two?"
"Let's see..." She
hauls my hand close to her face for appraisal. "Look at these petite pretties!"
she cries, kissing my fingertips. "How about..." she returns my hand to me with
all four fingers bundled together. "...this?"
"Auntie!"
She giggles.
"I know you're a grown-up but my tongue was already a narrow fit."
"Go big or go home,
amirite?"
"You are home."
"So, no worries!" She
lies her head on the mattress, raising her tushy even higher. "Please? Pretty
please?"
Cramming all my
fingers in my mouth to moisten them for the mission, I'm reminded of the
remnants of Auntie's vaginal viscosity still present on my chin. I collect as
much as I can and reactivate its sliminess with my saliva.
Gazing upon Auntie's
vulva kindly, I whisper, "I'm gonna take good care of
you," and place a gentle peck at the center of her labia. She's definitely producing enough additional lubrication to ease
the journey, so I line my fingertips up at the gateway to glory and pause for
dramatic effect. I feel Becca holding her breath and,
lying my head against her left buttock for my front row seat to all the action,
I burrow my four fingers in just beyond the first set of knuckles.
Auntie's captive air
escapes in a long, low moan.
"Comfy?"
"Never better, my
love."
"Good, `cause it's all uphill from here."
"Just let me have it.
I want you in me so badly!"
"Okay..." I warn. "Our
safe word is defenestrate."
"Oh, my stars and
garters, my nine-year-old niece just gave me our first save word..." My fingers
forge further inside. "Oh, Goddesses grant me pliancy! Right there, right
there, don't stop, don't stop, yesyesyesyesyes...FUCK
ME, MASHA!!"
My free arm hugs her
fiery thigh.
"Oh, Auntie, how I've
longed to hear those words from you."
"I can't believe how
deep you've gotten! How far in are you?"
"Feel my thumb?" I
ask, rubbing my only unsheathed digit flush against her asshole. "That's how
far."
She titters giddily.
"This feels so
incredible, Auntie!" I wiggle my fingers causing her to hoot and holler even
more euphorically. "I think there might be room to spare. Shall I see how much
more I can wedge in?"
Becca reaches back to
stroke my calves.
"Oh, my
darling...that's my number one fantasy about you and best left for another time.
This is already so mind-blowing..."
"Wait...that's a
thing?? I was kidding."
"Mm-hm...it's called
fisting."
"That's what fisting
is? I thought never mind. It's jumped to the top of my to-do list too, for
sure!"
I moderately pump in
and out of Auntie's pussy and she hums appreciatively. From where I'm sitting,
this is a supreme balance of so many different sensations the cushiony
dampness of the flexible membrane, the hardness of the pelvic bone, the
constrictions of the muscles I accelerate my pace to make the sight of my
disappearing/reappearing fingers all the more
thrilling. And that smell! So raunchy and ripe if I wasn't so hell bent on
getting her off, I'd pull out and mash my face in all of
that gooey goodness.
"I loves
me an Auntie with a creamy center! These spectacular squishy sounds are giving
me life!"
Becca rams her ample
hips back towards my lunging hand, generating even louder sucking and thwacking
noises. We groove on the pervasive soundscape, the first of many to be heard
within the walls of my childhood bedroom.
"Now I know why they
call it a muff..."
"Why, baby?" puffs
Auntie.
"Because it keeps my
hand warm!"
"Oh, my!"
Then I chant in a
sing-song tone, "Someday I'm gonna put both hands in
my Auntie and she's gonna scream and be sooooo happy!"
Becca laughs
nervously again.
"Oh, honey...you're
making all my wildest dreams come true."
Speaking of...I sneer
at that succulent-looking starfish always mocking me, daring me to dally in
her delicacies. My brow furrows, my lips scrunch up, my eyes leer furtively I
simply cannot shake her passive-aggressive seduction.
In the end, I say,
"Alright, fuck it," and bury my face in Becca's bountiful butt cheeks.
In profile I see
Auntie's eyelids fall half-drunk. She faces forward, grasping the increasingly
rumpled bedding and ceasing her slamming so as not to beat me up with her
bouncing buttocks. My fingers pick up the slack with frenzied friction while I
drool deliriously into Becca's butthole. OH, MY GODDESSES THIS FLAVOR IS
DIVINE! I fully expected to be skeeved out it is an ASSHOLE after all then
again, how could any bit of my Auntie be anything but pure ambrosia?
Totally worth the
wait seeing how this all-out blitz on her nether regions is sending my lovely
Aunt Becca over the moon. Vibrations emanate from her cervix and radiate through
my fingers, overtaking both of our bodies, igniting a seismic orgasm in her and
somehow inducing a unison climax in me. My tireless lapping at her anus and
poking in her pussy prolong our palpitations, and either by coincidence or by
design, actual fireworks detonate outside my windows.
It might be my
imagination, but each squeal of a newly launching rocket seems to be timed to
the lasting licks in my lover's asshole. Once her tremors have abated, I
reluctantly withdraw my saturated hand and promptly pop it in my mouth to
partake of all its peachy pleasure.
After the fireworks
also die down, I can hear the satisfied sighs and groans that Auntie must have
been making all along. She reaches straight ahead to stretch out her back and
this results in me repeating my relishing her rectum. Right on cue, the
fireworks recur.
"Auntie? Is that your doing?"
"So...when I'm
hysterically happy and really let my hair down, especially with another witch,
things...happen."
"Ohhhh...so
WE'RE doing that."
"Indubitably."
"Welp. Enjoy the
display, dear neighbors!"
And with that, I
swing my lithe body underneath Auntie's, wrap my legs around her back and my
arms around her hips to hang like a monkey, and latch my lips to her ass.
A half hour of
tonguing Auntie's butthole raw later, I reemerge and proclaim placidly, "I've
found my happy place."
"Me too."
"I mean..." My index
finger circles her sensitive anal rim. "...right here. I'm never leaving."
"No argument here."
Still hanging from
her strong body, I rock side-to-side, singing, "My Auntie ruined me! I'm in
love with her asshole!"
"Masha!"
"Such outrage from
the woman who let me eat her ass for 34 minutes straight!"
"You timed it? Trying
to set a record?"
"Yep!"
"Your calculations
are off. There's nothing straight about us."
"Good point. How long
is that in lesbian time?"
"Doesn't even
register. Better luck next time."
"Practice makes
perfect!"
Even though I can't
see, I can tell that Auntie is scoping out my provocative bits because I feel
her hot breath between my legs.
"When do I get to
play with this pretty little pussy?"
"Soon. I need you to
fuck my face first."
"You want me
to...what?"
I disentangle myself
to scramble around and look Auntie in the eye.
"I NEED you to grind
that sizzling cunt in my mouth until you shout my name for all to hear across
the Earth, the sea, and the sky."
"Ugh, you are so
inventive! I fucking love you!"
I flump onto my back,
the angel wings dutifully folding up below me. Opening my mouth and sticking
out my tongue, I point to my prurient piehole.
Becca crawls over to
me really slowly.
"Look at that
winsome, young angelface. You want Auntie's juices
all over that pretty, pink tongue again?"
I nod, pointing more
enthusiastically.
"You want to feel
them sliding down your throat and warming up your tummy?"
Nod. Point.
"Well, I have good
news for you..." She swings a leg over to mount my ready face. "I'm gonna come so hard in that slutty little mouth, those
fireworks we just made are going to look like a dime store sparkler."
"Omigosh..."
is all I can say before I'm marvelously muzzled by her descending muff. She
tastes even better now that she's come a few times and all her excess elixir
moisturizes my face in nothing flat. I love the feel of her pleasantly perfumed
pubic hair tickling my nose and her hips gyrate slow circles over my
submissively smiling lips. Auntie moans and lolls her lovely head back, the
tips of her luscious, curly mane brushing against my knees.
"Mmm...Masha..."
she murmurs as if I'm delicious, which of course I am. From the subtle
shimmying her pussy is blessing my mouth with I can tell she's going easy on
me, so I wrap my arms around her upper thighs and pull down with all my might
to mash her twat into my face just how I wanted it. Apparently, I've used
enough force to jerk Becca forward and she throws her palms out to catch
herself.
I free myself enough
to say out of the corner of my mouth, "I told you I want my face fucked, now
fucking ride me!"
I spank her bottom
and an adorable "Eep!" escapes her lips, and then
we're off to the races. Now that she's on all-fours, she has much better
leverage to hump my willing kisser with gusto. After a dozen or so hearty
thrusts, Auntie gains the confidence to remount me unsupported and now that she
is upright again, I can finally enjoy feeling her entire weight pressing down
on my petite head. Good thing I'm strong because she's now bucking on top of me
at full gallop. Doubly grateful that I can get a clear look at her shining face
giving herself over to wild abandon at last. Her hands are roaming all over her
body, making me so proud of the sensual world I'm creating with her those
nimble fingers gliding up her toned abs, kneading her enormous knockers,
caressing her luminous visage, her left pinky lured into her wantonly open
mouth she ultimately parks one hand on her boob while the other threshes
through the thick locks atop the crown of her head, freezing when she has a
good fistful, leaving her bent elbow aloft and further elongating her already
long and lean figure.
Becca commences
invoking my name in a litany of Mashas with varying
inflection and volume. Her sprightly springing builds up to a violent,
rapid-fire vibrating in my poor defenseless mouth. Fluids stream down my throat
and overflow onto my cheeks. The second syllable of my name strikes her vocal chords in a choppy, agitated cadence, punctuated by a
piercing and superfluous "FUCK!" Crikey, I frigging
love sparking all these ribald noises in my historically well-mannered Auntie.
She hasn't even
finished trembling before she scoops me up by the underarms to lift my beaming,
sopping wet face to hers. We make out frantically as she squeezes my slim body
to her curves and the aftershock of her earthshattering orgasm ripples through
me. We rise as she powerfully strides off the bed to carelessly toss me on my
oversized tuffet and her tongue swiftly follows to send me directly to
Wonderland. When I say she is licking me all over, she is licking me ALL OVER.
The biggest revelation is how amazing it feels to have her tasting my armpit. I
must have held her head in place for a solid five minutes, it felt so
freakishly good!
Unsurprisingly,
Auntie saves her crowning glory for last. She goes all quiet and pensive as she
takes in her first good eyeful of my prepubescent pussy. Kneeling before me
with an expression of sheer reverence at my pulchritude, I feel a pang of envy
that she's getting a better view of my vagina than I'll ever have. From my
perspective, I've always admired my prominent pelvic bone that prompts my soft,
smooth vulva to protrude when I'm lying just so. I only have my quick glimpses
of other girls my age from the changing room at the dance studio to compare to,
but I do believe my unusual bone structure makes mine one of the prettiest
pussies I've seen, if I do say so myself. As radiant as she looks, I only wish
Auntie's prolonged praying at my altar will end so she could add her face to
complete the picture of my life-long dream.
I can feel my labia
open slightly as my aroused clitoris emerges from its hood. Becca gasps and
tears flow down her face when the tiny visitor comes out to greet her.
"The cutest clit I've
ever seen!" she wails, now full-on sobbing. "Oh, Masha...I hope you're embracing
these last few moments of innocence."
"Silly Auntie. I've
never been innocent."
"I know, my love. I mean
me."
Becca tilts her head
endearingly as her kind blue eyes admire my lady parts again.
"Don't be shy,
Auntie. Come have a taste of your niecey-piecey's
pussy."
She breaks into a
startled laugh, activating her darling dimples, and Auntie's sweetly smiling
lips come in for a landing on my cozy coochie. Our
fixed gaze heats up while her lips and tongue sink deeper into my flesh. She
French kisses my snatch for a good long time, then retreats to just using her
tongue, and then moves in again to plant a soft smooch.
Expecting an electric
reaction, I'm pleased to discover a different element coursing through my body
a warm, lazy breeze somehow blowing just beneath the surface of my skin,
making me feel weightless. I double check to see if Auntie's angel wings are
having a mind of their own again but, no, I'm still lounging on the pillowy red
and white toadstool with Becca breathing life into me.
My head lies back,
sustaining a hazy lock on her compassionate stare those indigo peepers hovering
just above my puffy pussy, blinking, laughing, loving, wanting. She laps at my
labia like a thirsty kitten for like...twenty minutes? An hour? Two?
Every few minutes I
shiver with satisfaction, choosing not to keep count of my many orgasms. Auntie
clearly has a goal and I want to completely surrender myself to her.
Although time has
become meaningless, it feels like the witching hour when Becca's tongue
decidedly returns to her mouth for the night. Her head lies down on my belly,
her eyes persistently peering into my soul.
"I love this," she
purrs.
"She's rather fond of
you too."
"I mean all of this.
Us. Our life."
I chuckle in
agreement and twirl a few of her wavy strands around my fingers.
"What time is it?" I
ask.
"Three."
"Of
course it is. How many orgasms did I just have?"
"Thirteen."
"Of
course I did." I stretch every muscle in my body. "How come I feel
unstoppable and yet so drowsy?"
"Time for rest,
darling."
"Nooooooo!
There's still so much I want to do..."
"We have tomorrow...and
forever..."
I look out my windows
at my tranquil little village and listen to the waves crashing upon the nearby
seashore.
"What happened to the
fireworks encore?"
"I directed the
energy elsewhere."
"Mysterious Auntie,"
I smile.
And we both drift off
to dream of all the places our tongues will travel throughout our lifetime and
beyond.
(to
be continued...)
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