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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