Masha's Auntie's Appetite

 

My senses are roused by the sweet, sylvan scent of Auntie's skin. Then awareness of her warm, cushiony bosom against my cheek comes to me. A beam of morning sunlight illuminates her sylphlike shoulder and serenely slumbering face. Burrowing my head further into her cozy embrace, I listen to her heart pumping blood all throughout her long, lean body. Finally, I moisten my morning mouth, refreshing the marvelous mélange of flavors from Auntie's body everlasting on my lips and tongue.

 

I wonder if it's magic or just good genes that keeps Auntie looking as youthful as the teenager who greeted me when I first came into the world nine years ago. I also wonder how I got back into my bed when my last conscious thought was falling asleep across the room on my absurdly oversized plush Wonderland toadstool where Auntie made a woman of me over and over (and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over). Was I carried or did I fly over here under my own steam? Or a third possibility...did the angel wings fly us over all on their own, for while Auntie is most assuredly still asleep, her wings – which have returned to her body as foretold – are quite alert. They flap at me gaily and I pet them in appreciation for our midnight adventure.

 

I raise a finger to my lips (as if wings could talk...duh, Masha!) and slip away as stealthily as I can, leaving dear Auntie looking so pretty in her peaceful repose. Getting to my feet, my nose is filled with a most unfamiliar aroma...and then it dawns on me that, for the first time in my young life, I smell like sex from head to toe. The memories of the last few hours envelop me like the warmest hug, and while I wish I could smell like this forever, I can really use a shower.

 

Foregoing my own private bathroom, I strut my naked self down the hall to Auntie's bedroom where she has a luxurious walk-in shower/bath/Jacuzzi enclosed by glass walls which feels just right for my emerging exhibitionism. I used to think that the exhilarating shower jets throbbing against my skin was the most erotic feeling apart from my own touch, but now I know there will never be a hotter or wetter sensation than my Auntie's tongue all over my body. I lather myself even more languorously than usual, hoping that Auntie will show up to take advantage of my vulnerable situation.

 

Still achingly alone after a short while, I saturate my long hair and work in some shampoo. Standing directly under the streams, the soap from my crown slides sensually down my chest, back, and legs. My fingers find their way into my vulva and I lean back against the tile, watching the door and waiting for Auntie to come in and catch me. I run the figments through my brain countless times – sometimes with Auntie innocently arriving to genuine surprise at my debauchery, other times slinking in knowing exactly what I'm up to, sometimes simply standing there watching, other times touching herself in solidarity, other times still joining me to take over with her own fingers or her mouth. When I'm really close, my imagination shocks me by sending in my flame-headed classmate Mae instead of Auntie. She rushes in as if my pussy were on fire and her tongue is the only viable extinguisher. I decadently raise both arms above my head and thrust my cunt forward to let the oscillating water do all the work while my mind's eye materializes the fantasy of me fucking my friend's fetching little freckle-face to completion.

 

I come harder than I ever have flying solo and I hold back from fingering myself again until all spicy spasms cease. I reach down to rescue some of my juiciness before my hypothetical hussy gobbles up all my girlish goodness. Slurping some sweetness from my fingers, Mae takes up residence in my daydreams. While I've always found her to be astonishingly attractive, I've never thought about her this way.

 

I flicker my erect nipples and wonder if Auntie would allow me this prurient playmate and going by her own preoccupation with my pre-adolescent pal, I'd wager that this new crush is cleared for liftoff. Bending over to allow the spray to batter my butthole, Make-believe Mae eats me out to another epic hands-free orgasm.

 

Wishing more than ever that Auntie would make her grand entrance now to help pick up her quivering, crumbled mess of a niece from the shower floor, alas I remain the only one who can save myself from total humiliation.

 

Choosing not to process why I want to be busted so badly, I give my toweling off a lick and a promise and then head out onto Becca's balcony to have the unseasonably warm early November air finish the job. I brush out my majestic mane and thrill to the droplets drying on my skin in the morning sun.

 

I briefly consider going for round three in a fanciful al fresco frolic with frisky Mae, but instead I go back inside to gamble on Auntie being awake for the real thing. I find that she's still sleeping, and honestly I can't be mad at someone for resting so contentedly after spending the night with me.

 

I bide my time by braiding my hair – I choose to do twin double 3-strand pull through tails and I spice it up with a simple spell that turns a third of the strands neon yellow, another third neon pink, leaving the remaining strands my natural brown. I do the braiding by hand – even though I know another easy spell that would do it in no time, there's just no replacing the sense of accomplishment from doing things the old-fashioned way. (Well...technically my magic is older than time itself, but you get what I'm saying) Plus, I'm stalling to give Auntie a greater chance at waking to discover her nude niecey-piecey making herself all cute for her.

 

Sadly, she snoozes still so I dress in white cotton panties, blue jeans, and a pink tank top before heading downstairs to see if brewing coffee and (most likely) burning breakfast will wake sleeping beauty.

 

I get the coffee going and then proceed to pull out every conceivable breakfast item: eggs, cheese, bacon, bagels, bread, butter, jelly...

 

I climb up to kneel on the countertop so I can reach the spice shelf when I feel something warm, wet, and velvety on my bare soles.

 

"Becca, don't come in! I'm trying to fix you a surprise breakfast!" As much as I wanted her to come to me, I didn't want her to find me in such disarray.

 

"But you've already made me a snack..." She slathers saliva all up and down my foot and sucks on each toe.

 

"Naughty Auntie! You'll ruin your appetite!"

 

She straightens up so as to look me right in the eye.

 

"I always have room for dessert," she says in all seriousness before kissing me good morning.

 

"I'm amazed you get any action at all with lines that cheesy."

 

Auntie turns away and pretends to be preoccupied with her immaculate manicure.

 

"Okay, then...keep making me breakfast..."

 

"Oh, no, you don't..." I say, pushing Auntie's head back down. "Get yer pretty little face in my feet where they belong."

 

"I love it when you're bossy..." She mashes her mush in my arches, sniffing spritely.

 

"And let's make one thing clear...I'm not just dessert, I'm a whole ass 12 course tasting menu!"

 

"Mmm...whole ass...my favorite..."

 

Getting in her last licks at my heels, Auntie deftly unbuttons my jeans, peeling them down to my knees, and transfers her tongue to my tush to bathe my buttocks.

 

"I gotta stop giving you openings for your auntie jokes."

 

Aunt Becca's teeth pry off my panties.

 

"Giving me what, now?" She hastily tongues my tuchus all over preliminary to plonking herself precisely into my pucker.

 

"I guess I make niecey jokes now. I swear, I can't turn my back on you for a minute."

 

"You mean, you haven't been deliberately presenting yourself to me?"

 

"Less talky, more licky."

 

Lapping away at my anus, Becca giggles like a schoolgirl sneaking candy before dinner. In between tongue-lashings, she raises her gaze to fawn and coo over my charming little butthole.

 

"Dang, you're noisy!"

 

"Oh, you love it..." Auntie casually parks her tongue partway into my anal cavity.

 

My eyes roll back in my head as I slump from my all-fours position to lie my cheek down to drool on the counter. If I were an anime-chick, my pupils would totally be heart-shaped right now.

 

Auntie's careful anal excavation feels so different from the reckless buttbanging of the night before. I let her tarry in my tasty tushy a good long while before commenting:

 

"I'll never tire of you tongue-fucking my butthole."

 

Aunt Becca's tongue withdraws long enough to say, "So you'll quit teasing me for liking this so much, maybe?"

 

"I'll tease you until the end of time. My sass is the linchpin of our relationship."

 

Auntie's re-entering tongue vibrates my sphincter with her mirthful chortling. She swishes the tip around my insides with increased intent.

 

"Oh, baby, that's the spot..." I groan. "Don't make me come this way, Auntie, just turn me to pudding."

 

The soothing undulating and churning in my intimate entrance liquefies me from inside out just as desired. After Goddess knows how long, my whole body feels as calm as a rippling puddle.

 

Her mission being artfully completed, Auntie winsomely sets her chin on the counter, level with my sightline so we can leer lovingly at each other in silent appreciation. I slide my face over to smooch my soulmate, ferrying the fringe benefit of the fresh flavor of my fanny from Becca's lips.

 

Auntie's doting smile quickly fades when she finally takes in all the groceries I've left strewn around the kitchen.

 

"What's all this...?

 

"Breakfast?"

 

"Could have fooled me." My amused Auntie goes to pour cups of coffee for us both.

 

"What do you expect? I'm not a kitchen witch."

 

She puts her fingers to her brow as if I've given her a headache.

 

"That's not..." she sighs. "We'll work on your basic cooking skills first and then apply it to your witchcraft." Then she surveys the volume of vittles I dragged out from the fridge and cupboards. "How hungry are you?"

 

"Not terribly. For food, anyway..." I sit up and permit my jeans to fall to the floor. Tapping the countertop beside me, I invite Auntie to take a load off and let me pamper her for a while. She slinks over to bring me my coffee and I have a sip as she seats herself by my side. Pointing at her dangling feet, I then motion my thumbs upward and pat my lap. Auntie smirks inquisitively and lifts her legs to rest her feet on my bare thighs. I take her big, elegant paw in my mitts and knead a restorative massage into her tight muscles.

 

I kick around the notion of going for the full-on foot worship I've always dreamt of, but seeing how relaxed my first-class rubbing makes my Auntie as she drinks my third-rate coffee, I decide now is not the moment to lose myself in her graceful feet. Plus, my furry friend peeking out at me from under the hem of the red robe Auntie greeted me at the door in last evening is enticing my attention elsewhere.

 

I finish the task at hand and get started smoothing the silken skin on her second foot, all the while flirting with Auntie's coy coochie. My unwholesome endgame doesn't inhibit me from providing equal service to the other foot, and upon completion I place a nimble peck on her sole.

 

"Thanks, darlin'! That was wonderf—OH! Oh, my..."

 

Auntie's astonishment sparks from my briskly spreading her legs open, toppling onto my tummy, and flopping face-first into her fuzzy pussy. Idling around her labia and lush pubic hair, I moisturize my forehead, cheeks, chin, nose, and eyelids prior to unleashing my tongue lazily into Auntie's vulva. I slurp her meaty lips into my mouth and just hold them there for a mellow mastication. Becca moans and takes a sumptuous swig of her substandard coffee.

 

"Mmm, Masha...this is heaven. Wait, not quite..." She leans back onto her elbows. "There. Now I can see those enchanting hazel eyes."

 

I pause my munching: "Speaking of heaven, are your wings hiding inside your back again?"

 

"My wings don't hide. You know exactly where they are."

 

I grin and move her luscious labia around with my tongue. My panties flap around my ankle as I cheerily kick my feet up and down behind me. I'm living for Auntie's longing look and mournful mewling – I know she's not quite near the edge and I want to torment her a little more.

 

Eventually I ask, "Is this what you want?"

 

Auntie shakes her head fervidly. I giggle and slip my hands beneath her thighs to push her long legs into the air. Staring straight into her blithe butthole, I deepen my voice to that of a mysterious moll from a film noir.

 

"Is this what you want?"

 

She nods and bashfully bites her lip. My darling Auntie is so frickin' hot for me, I can't even.

 

"How badly do you want it?" I taunt.

 

"So badly!"

 

"Well, sucks for you. I only do things spectacularly."

 

"I know you do, dollface. You're so good at eating out Auntie's asshole."

 

"Am I, now?" I press my smiling lips to her and unfurl my tongue onto her gluteal gateway.

 

"Mm-hm. The BEST."

 

"That's quite the compliment coming from you." I carry on my leisurely licking.

 

"Whatever could you mean?" she hams with a theatrical flourish of her fingers splayed over her ample bosom. "Is that a slanderous insinuation of promiscuity against my pristine patootie?"

 

"It's not like you're a literal sex goddess or anything." Having its fill of Auntie razzing, my tongue takes up the worthier pursuit of reacquiring the zingy essence we fell in love with a few hours earlier.

 

Aunt Becca droops her head over the edge of the counter and her transcendent tresses cascade all the way to the ground.

 

"Mmm, you silver-tongued devil...you always know the right thing to say."

 

In spite of the praise for my eloquence, my licking, flittering, and slobbering do all the talking for several minutes.

 

Auntie's tipsy expression ascends again and meets my own, and I chuckle into her chassis at her utter submission.

 

"Look at that delicate little angel face indulging in her Auntie's asshole. My Masha's tongue is so soft and so juicy – I didn't get to behold your besotted visage in the wee hours this morning – I'll bet you appeared just as lewd and delirious then, didn't you?"

 

My tongue nods affirmatively in her slick sphincter.

 

"Well, remind me never to turn my back on you again. I've never seen you so rapturous!"

 

"I want to marry your butthole," I reveal, racing my tongue around her rosy rim.

 

Auntie gasps, "Just that one little part? You don't want to marry the entire me?"

 

"Of course I do...just illegal is all."

 

"By earthly standards, perhaps. Still...wouldn't be the first time someone married an asshole."

 

I smirk into Auntie's anus, watching it tremble with laughter as we both snicker over her cleverness. I marvel at how swiftly smitten I've become with her tangy taste, clean but sinful scent, and most of all, the sight of her anal atrium's fascinating flaring and contracting conjoined with her breathing.

 

When one such avenue presents itself, I pounce and firmly fasten my face around her fissure. Sucking strongly, I force Auntie to squeeze the sides of the counter for dear life. Her air of irrational bliss gets my pussy all heated and drippy. I don't let up until she bashes my face repeatedly with her orgasmic buttocks.

 

Not missing a beat, I bounce up to smash my clit against hers before she has a chance to come down from nirvana. I ride her raw and she goggles at me like the wild thing I am. Auntie whips off my tank top and leans forward to sloppily sup upon my nipples. This shift in position provides equal room for us to slam into each other, although I'm no match for Aunt Becca's opulent hips.

 

Just so I don't go flying across the room, I raise my palm to brace myself underneath the kitchen cabinet which Auntie's tongue takes as an open invitation to travel into my sensitive underarm. I squeal in forbidden ticklish delight while she shows no mercy in either her pitiless pit-licking or her furious frottage.

 

Despite all her best efforts to drive me bananas, Auntie's endeavor backfires when her hotbox goes nuclear and she crashes back onto the countertop to flop around like a fish. I cling tight to her thighs to make sure every quake impacts right into my vulva.

 

While she's still in shambles, I hop over to barrage her unguarded mouth as ruthlessly as she did my groin. I'm not sensing any rumble of rebellion so it comes as a total shock when, about a minute or two into my attack, she abandons my violently twerking hindquarters by sliding down from the counter onto her feet.

 

"Omigosh, Auntie, let me come!!"

 

"I will, I promise!"

 

She hurries around to the side of the counter and rapidly flips me upside-down so she can bury her face in my ass. Instantly, time stands still as Auntie drags her tongue back and forth between my butthole and my vagina at a snail's pace.

 

"Ohhhhhhhh, baaaaaaaaaabyyyyyy, that feels soooooooooooooooo gooooooooooooooooood..." I intone, huskily.

 

She sweeps to-and-fro for what seems like minutes or hours or even days. Out of nowhere, I feel a strange bubbling from deep within my loins.

 

"Auntie? Something feels weird..."

 

"Good weird?"

 

"Like...different weird."

 

"Here...let's get you upright. Maybe you're just dizzy."

 

She helps me roll back onto my seat.

 

"No, my head is okay..."

 

My legs wind up sluttily spread wide and Auntie kneels before me, tenderly nursing my big toe ahead of calmly landing in my labia. Her languid licks tame my inner stirrings and I let my eyelids fall to get lost in the tranquility of this moment.

 

A short while later, my eyes open again to Auntie's brilliant blue peepers gazing up at me from behind my pubic mound. Feeling bold again, I press my palms into the counter and arch my feet, elevating my behind to grant my lover full access. Auntie agitates my asshole and, without warning, my snatch starts spritzing...something all over her face.

 

This feels like an out of body experience. Whatever is surging out of me just keeps coming, dousing Auntie from top to toes, and she's just sitting there taking it with her signature serenity. My eyes retreat into my skull, my tongue hangs down my slackened jaw, and I must look like the trashiest tramp you ever will see. Oh, but this feeling! Simultaneous mortification and liberation – so, so bad, but oh, so good!

 

The spigot shuts off as abruptly as it started and I regain all my senses.

 

"What just happened??"

 

"You squirted!" a drenched Aunt Becca chirps.

 

"I – what?"

 

"You squirted all over me!!"

 

"Squirted...what?"

 

"Glorious girly goo!!!" Radiant as the sun, she rubs my juiciness into her skin and under her completely saturated robe.

 

"I – I can do that?"

 

"You just did that."

 

"I mean...that's a thing?"

 

"It's your thing."

 

"Have you ever done it?"

 

Auntie shakes her head and her voice goes soft with awe. "I've never known anyone personally who can do it."

 

I pull my knees into my chest.

 

"So...is it...normal?"

 

She laughs, "When have you ever cared about being normal? It's extraordinary. And natural."

 

"You look so happy."

 

"I'm covered in physical evidence of our love, of course I'm happy! It's so warm..."

 

She tastes some squirt from her cheeks.

 

"...and yummy."

 

"Thank the goddesses for such a freaky Auntie."

 

"How did it feel?"

 

"Like...like I just sprayed my soul all over you...as if everything I've ever felt for you throughout my whole life just came gushing out."

 

Auntie hugs her sopping self.

 

"Yeah, I feel that. All of it." She starts weeping gently. "Would you...ever want to do it again?"

 

"I mean...yeah!"

 

My nervous body relaxes.

 

"I know it's intense. You don't have to," Auntie assures me.

 

"No, I always want to feel this way! I feel incredible!"

 

She is full-on crying now.

 

"You are incredible."

 

"Oh, Auntie..." I bend down for a kiss when the fucking doorbell rings.

 

We both look in the direction of the front entrance and then back at the marvelous mess I made all over Auntie, not to mention the kitchen. We burst out laughing.

 

"Awkward!" Auntie cries.

 

"We could just ignore whomever that is."

 

"I think you'll want to welcome them."

 

"Auntie! You know someone was coming and you let this happen??"

 

"And miss this sticky splendor? I'm pure spontaneous carnality, I don't always make the best choices. I knew something spectacular was coming, just not exactly what."

 

I squint at my libidinous elder realizing I'm going to be the sensible one in our union.

 

"Okay, hand me my outfit..."

 

Auntie's face scrunches and with two fingers she lifts my dripping wet panties that clearly got caught in the crossfire.

 

"This outfit?"

 

I grunt in frustration. "Well, could you please get me something to put on? I'm kinda trapped by a flood of my own making." I gesture to the food I left willy-nilly about the room. "And what about the rest of the chaos I caused?"

 

"Don't fret, angel. I'll handle it," she says gingerly while stripping off her soggy garment.

 

"By getting more naked. Great."

 

Auntie's wings sprout from her back and she plucks me off the countertop to fly me over the disaster area and plops me down in the vestibule. She then whooshes upstairs and a silk robe with pink and yellow watercolor flowers floats down a second later. The sleeves flutter perfectly onto my raised arms and I tie off the belt while going to check my appearance in the hallway mirror. I notice the colors precisely match my braids.

 

"Auntie said nothing about my hair," I mutter to myself, offended.

 

I give myself another once-over to make sure I look okay – I've honestly never looked better – before opening the door to see what awaits me on the other side.

 

There stands Mae's foxy bare feet, her freckled form simply clad in a green and magenta tie-dyed dress and a laurel of purple delphinium rings her crimson locks.

 

"Mae, what a surprise!"

 

"Sorry to intrude. Hey, cool colors!" Mae strokes one of my pigtails and I flick the other one over my shoulder, proud that someone has finally admired my handiwork. "I just had to see for myself what a sexually satisfied fourth grader looks like."

 

"You mean you've never looked in a mirror?"

 

"I've...been satisfied by many things, but that has yet to be one of them."

 

I just stand there beaming at the inspiration for two out of three of my last orgasms.

 

"You are positively glowing!" she observes. "Was it amazing?"

 

I have no words, only nods and giddy giggles. Then I hear mewling sounds.

 

"What is that noise?"

 

"Well...speaking of amazing..." A flourish of Mae's hand directs me to a box of kittens just to the right of the doorway.

 

"Whoa! So, she was pregnant?"

 

"Apparently..."

 

All of the kittens but one flock to the front of the box to greet me.

 

"You get first pick," Mae reveals.

 

"Really?? Thank you!! Aww, you're all so sweet!"

 

I make brief eye contact with the aloof kitten and immediately drop to one knee, head bowed.

 

"Medb, my Queen!"

 

Mae follows me to the floor.

 

"Maeve?"

 

"Spelled M-E-D-B and pronounced Maeve," I explain. "Celtic goddess of sexual promiscuity among other worthy achievements."

 

"Interesting..."

 

I lift the stoic golden kitty.

 

"This is the one! I feel her soul in you. Hello, my Queen!"

 

Aunt Becca's voice chimes in behind me: "Do I hear hungry pussies out here? Oh, and kittens, too!"

 

Mae and I snigger naughtily. My stratospheric sweetheart has flawlessly freshened up and wears a lavender brocade dressing gown with a fresh magnolia in her hair.

 

"Auntie joke," I chide.

 

"You're laughing, though."

 

"We're nine! We're immature, what's your excuse?"

 

Auntie throws some shade my way before switching on the charm: "Good morning, Mae! Let's bring these beauties inside. I have some fresh cream for them."

 

Auntie picks up the box and leads Mae indoors. I trail behind with Medb and listen in on their semi-private conversation.

 

"I hope it's okay this happened," Auntie murmurs. "I'll care for them if it's any bother."

 

"No, it's wonderful!"

 

"Oh, good! See, I never lie and I never let anyone lie for me, either, so we had to make it real."

 

"I was wondering how you – waitaminit...'we'?"

 

Becca glances down at the Japanese Bobtail cozying up to Mae's bare legs.

 

"Hi! Aren't you pretty? Are you the daddy? What's your name?"

 

"This is Uzume," Auntie introduces.

 

Mae kneels down to cuddle with Uzume.

 

"Hi, Uzume!"

 

"Short for Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto."

 

"You're so friendly! Are you another ancient god like Maeve?"

 

"Goddess," corrects Becca.

 

"Godd...ess..." Mae checks between Uzume's legs just to be sure and exhales, dumbfounded. "The lesbian energy in this town is something else. So, how exactly did you..."

 

A grinning Auntie replies, "We're pretty proud of this one..."

 

"I'll say!" Mae notices Uzume's facial expression. "Are you smiling at me? Ugh, I just scoped out a goddess' genitalia, how rude am I??" Uzume nuzzles her head against Mae. "You're very forgiving, thank you."

 

"Uzume, come meet your babies!" Aunt Becca sets the carton down and all the kittens leap out to frolic with Uzume. A moment later, Medb hops out of my arms and stands before her parent. They share a meaningful and ultimately affectionate exchange.

 

"Come, my darlings!" calls Auntie. She starts leading the cats away and then stops to address Mae over her shoulder. "Won't you stay for breakfast, Mae?"

 

"Yes, please!"

 

"Marvelous. Do you eat..."

 

"Everything! Except cashews. Allergic. And that's not my coy way of angling for a cashew tree to spring up in my yard when I get home. That would literally kill me."

 

"Great," Becca's lashes flutter. "One cashew-free breakfast coming right up."

 

Auntie vanishes into the kitchen and we both appreciate watching her swaying hips as she goes. Mae turns to me with an amused smile.

 

"You're hilarious."

 

"What'd I do?"

 

"'Auntie jokes.' I've never heard that before."

 

"I probably made it up. I have no idea if other aunties make jokes that are equal parts bawdy and corny, but my Auntie sure does."

 

"How does she make the most mundane words drip with sensuality?"

 

"Talent."

 

Mae sashays into the parlor, stops on a dime and spins back to look at me with total femme fatale composure.

 

"Mae, won't you stay for breakfast?" Then she slouches and affects a whiny nerd inflection: "Ehhh...allergic to cashews...better run home for my Epi-Pen..."

 

I laugh and guide Mae to the breakfast nook where somehow Auntie has a steaming china pot of coffee waiting for us.

 

"She's like this with all the girls, but she's especially taken with you."

 

"Really??" My goddesses, Mae's smile will be the end of me. "That makes me so happy! Why am I so blessed?"

 

"Because you are." I pour coffee for us both. "How do you take your coffee?"

 

"Dark and a little bit sweet."

 

I plunk a lump of sugar into her cup and settle into a chair across from her. Mae wastes no time in initiating playing footsie under the table.

 

I indulge in my coffee and let her have her fun for a minute before remarking, "Like your women?"

 

"These days, yeah." Mae stirs and tries a sip, letting the essence infuse her. Auntie definitely brewed a new batch, for this is not the swill I made earlier.

 

"I'm sure you had your fair share of admirers back in Portland."

 

"A few..."

 

I favor her with skepticism.

 

"A lot..." Mae admits. "...and one long-term girlfriend left behind."

 

"Oh..." I pout in sympathy.

 

Mae produces her phone from her dress pocket and pulls up Snapchat. She turns the device to me so I can moon over the selfie of a slightly younger Mae with a wholesome, kindhearted blonde girl. The caption reads, "My girl Ceilidh (pronounced `Kaylee')"

 

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

 

"Thanks." Mae sets her phone on the table.

 

"She looks..."

 

"Older?"

 

I nod.

 

"Yeah...she's an eighth grader now."

 

"Whoa! I could only dream of dating a middle school girl!"

 

"Says the nine-year-old who just spent the night in bed with her young adult auntie."

 

"Yeah..." I blush. "...and not just the night and not just in bed."

 

Mae looks intrigued.

 

"On the sofa, the stairs, the kitchen counter just now..." I elaborate.

 

"Omigosh!" Mae grabs her phone and gets up. "I'm disturbing your sex marathon! I'm so sorry, I'll get out of your hair..."

 

"No, no...stay." I hold Mae's hand and she settles back down. "We're pausing for much needed sustenance so your timing is exquisite."

 

"Exquisite, is it? Look at you all poised and incandescent! I see that some of Becca's elegance has rubbed off on you. You wear it well."

 

"I want to hear more about how you made it work dating an older girl at school."

 

"Oh, it was all quite innocent. We never had sex, it was all hand holding and long walks and long talks...and even longer kisses. You see, I flirt fast and love slow."

 

"Mmm...guess I'm the opposite. Sounds like you really loved her."

 

"I did...I do."

 

"How long were you together?"

 

"Over a year."

 

"Wow...you must miss her."

 

"Yeah...except – see the word ceilidh in Gaelic means a big party with dancing and music and storytelling, and she certainly is all that. And the name Ceilidh simply means "visiting" so the way I see it, parties don't last forever and she was a special visitor to my heart but not meant to be its permanent resident."

 

"You are so wise. I would be heartbroken."

 

"Nah, you wouldn't. You're an old soul like me." Mae resumes our footsie match. "You have such lovely feet. They should come out to play more often."

 

Auntie appears with our brunch.

 

"Oh, good!" she approves. "Just in time for my favorite game. I got next!"

 

Becca lays down three plates of Scottish eggs Benedict.

 

"Mae was just telling me about her first girlfriend back in Portland."

 

"Ooh la la!" Auntie squeezes in past Mae to sit by the window.

 

"First serious girlfriend," Mae amends. She passes her phone to Becca, who looks at the screen and gasps dramatically, placing her hand over her heart.

 

"What an absolute doll!" Auntie effuses.

 

"She's in eighth grade!" I add.

 

Without taking her eyes off the picture, Auntie raises her hand for a high-five, which Mae reciprocates.

 

"Will she come visit you?" Becca asks.

 

"We're still good friends, so...maybe?"

 

Aunt Becca strokes Mae's cheek.

 

"I'm sure she will. I wouldn't be able to part from this beguiling face for more than a minute!"

 

Mae is momentarily mesmerized before clearing her throat to say, "While we're on the subject of beguiling – um, hello? Can we talk about the wow factor on this plate?"

 

"Auntie makes everything from scratch."

 

"Now, Masha, I don't make smoked salmon and I don't lay eggs, although my chickens out back do. But yes, the hollandaise and crumpets are freshly made and I grow the chives in my garden."

 

Mae cuts into her dish and the egg oozes merrily.

 

"And these eggs are perfectly poached." Mae takes a bite and swoons, asking Auntie, "Will you marry me?"

 

"Thank you, darling, I'm spoken for."

 

"That's cool. I'll just be your side piece."

 

"I'm sure we can work out a higher station for you than that. Right, Masha?"

 

I nod with my mouth full and Auntie slides her bare foot along Mae's calves.

 

"Does being such a brazen hussy get you into lots of trouble?"

 

"Not as much as you'd think. My mom is always like, `Mae, you don't have to throw yourself at every sexy new thing you see.' And I'm all, `Don't I?' It's fun! Being polyamorous doesn't mean I'm not loyal. I have morals and standards. I'm not a slut, I just love everybody."

 

"You're a trip."

 

"Don't you forget it."

 

I've been so thoroughly wrapped up in Mae and Auntie's banter that I'm entirely surprised to discover I have finished my whole breakfast.

 

"Someone was hungry!" Mae observes.

 

"My fault, assuredly," admits my beloved, petting my arm. "Some naughty Auntie drained the poor dear dry."

 

"Oh, my goddesses...AUNTIE!" My skin sizzles with shame over her hinting at my newfound superpower.

 

Auntie perspires a little herself.

 

"I do love it when she screams my name," she confides to Mae.

 

Mae is highly amused as she polishes off her meal.

 

"Well, you two are about to rip each other's clothes off and I must resume my kitten deliveries, so I'll leave you lovely ladies to it."

 

Mae rises to depart but Auntie stops her.

 

"You needn't rush off so soon."

 

"You sure? I feel like I'm interrupting."

 

"You're not interrupting anything," I assure her.

 

"Oh..." Mae retakes her seat and Auntie and I rub our feet up and down her smooth legs. "OH! Oh, wow, this is a dream come true! But..."

 

"Go easy on her, Auntie. Mae flirts fast and loves slow."

 

"Yes, that...and..."

 

"There aren't enough girls here for your first time," senses Becca.

 

Mae's dazzling green eyes grow wide.

 

"...yes. How did you...? I'm gonna stop asking that."

 

I'm genuinely confused: "Wait...not enough girls? I don't get it..."

 

"I have daydreams –"

 

"Visions," Auntie edits.

 

"Yes, visions of my first time. There are no fewer than eleven tongues on me when I climax. And we're all kind of...floating."

 

"Levitating."

 

"What she said."

 

"Sounds amazing! Where do I sign up?"

 

"Oh, Masha...you and Becca have always been top of the guest list."

 

"Yay!"

 

"We'll do everything in our power to make sure this divine vision comes to pass," Auntie promises.

 

"I know you will. Thank you."

 

My foot glides up Mae's ankle and bumps into Auntie's wriggling toes that are noodling around Mae's toned calf. We move down as one to sandwich Mae's pretty pale foot between our own. The softness of her sole sends me reeling and my eyes flash up to find Mae's dimples twinkling at me. I must look downright rascally for Mae draws in breath thrillingly like she's about to receive the ravishing of a lifetime. Mae turns her captivated grin to Auntie who favors her with composed kindness but no less lascivious intent. Mae is beside herself.

 

"Ooo...I know I have to go but I wanna stay so badly!"

 

"So stay!" I blurt. "Please? You don't have to...participate. Would you like to...watch? Oh, Auntie, can Mae stay and watch us? Pretty please with sugar on top?"

 

"Of course, angel."

 

"Now that is one fantasy I wouldn't mind fulfilling in the slightest. I fancy myself a bit of a voyeur," Mae reveals.

 

"And I'm an exhibitionist!" I shout. "This is perfect! Come on!"

 

I shed my robe in a heartbeat and grab Mae's hand to lead her out back.

 

"Aaaaaaand...there she goes..." groans Auntie, looking like I'm making her head hurt again.

 

"What, what are we doing?"

 

"Right, sorry..." I apologize. "We always go for a walk after breakfast. Au naturel."

 

"Like...outside? In the nude?"

 

"You in?" I invite.

 

"Goodness...and folks think I'm freewheeling. Won't someone see us?"

 

"Come..." Auntie stands and escorts Mae through the kitchen to the rear patio.

 

Mae marvels at the expansive garden, meadow, cliff overlooking the water, and the grove of trees off in the distance.

 

"Is all this yours?"

 

"This, plus a stretch of beach below. All you see is under a veil that no one can enter or even see into without my permission."

 

A tear rolls down Mae's cheek. "I've never seen such splendor." She turns to Becca. "Will you be undressed too?"

 

"Would you like me to be?"

 

"Hell, yeah!" Mae casts her eyes to the floor, embarrassed. "I mean...yes, please..."

 

Auntie giggles kittenishly and unties her gown, carefully removing and hanging it by the door.

 

Mae's cheekbones ignite with blushes and smiles. Her eyes dart around not knowing what to do with themselves.

 

"You're both naked..." she whispers.

 

"You can stare, dear heart. I'd be offended if you didn't."

 

Mae takes a deep breath and bows her head to scan Becca's tall, curvy body from toes to tummy to tits to the tip of her nose. She just stands there staring up into Auntie's eyes with a sweet, slightly gawky smile plastered on her face.

 

"May I unfrock you, m'lady?" I ask, sidling up to Mae.

 

She glances at me fleetingly and curtly nods consent. I gather up the hem of her dress and slowly hike it higher and higher to glory in each tiny bit of exposed skin. There's only going to be one first time for seeing my friend without a stitch so I'm making the most of it.

 

I don't get too far before learning something that will be of great interest to Auntie.

 

"Well, aren't you two peas in a pod?" I jest, hoisting the garment up to show that Mae doesn't wear underwear either.

 

Auntie smiles at her hairless vulva: "A girl after my own heart."

 

"Better believe it," mischievous Mae bounces back.

 

I resume gradually laying my bonny buddy bare, increasingly rapt with her freckles, trying to count them one by one. I don't think I've ever been near to another nude nine-year-old and I'm starting to understand what Auntie sees in us.

 

As I lift Mae's dress and she raises her willowy arms, a whiff of her bouquet enters my nostrils, camphoraceous like cedar and sugary like cotton candy. Waiting for the brief moment when the fabric is covering her face so I don't perv out too overtly, I inhale an immersive draft of her heady aroma.

 

After twirling Mae's outfit above our heads and letting it go flying, amidst our collective giggling I choose to out myself anyway and say, "You smell nice."

 

She grows uncharacteristically bashful and just folds her arms and shoulders into herself and looks at me from beneath her heavy eyelids.

 

"Such alluring alabaster skin." Auntie passes Mae a bottle of sunblock and she in turn hands it to me.

 

"You...want me to put this on you?" I ask.

 

Mae nods, meekly.

 

"Well, goody, goody gumdrops!" I squeeze a large glob of lotion into my hand and start working it in to her supple shoulders. Mae gathers her long red hair to one side so I can get the back of her neck. Then I venture down her back, enjoying the warm, slippery sensation. I coat my palms with another dollop and rubdown one of her arms. Squirt, smear, repeat. I squat down to generously ooze cream atop both of her feet, making Mae giggle, and then slather her glorious gams up and down, over and over. There's still a lot of excess lotion so I valiantly massage up and over her tight, round butt cheeks.

 

Mae goes rigid, keeping her eyes on Auntie, who gazes down upon us with a tickled smile at the little imps we are.

 

I return to my feet and Mae meets my stare. After a couple of seconds, when she still hasn't moved her hair away from her front, I drizzle sunscreen into my cupped hand from a great height and just stand there holding it out to her until she gets the hint.

 

Mae finally inches her tresses back and once her beautiful bare chest comes into view, I slap my palm against her sternum and robustly buff her breasts and down her torso, and all around her cute belly button, and...

 

"Okay, you get the rest!" I give the bottle back to Mae.

 

"You don't want to touch me there?"

 

"Duh, of course I do...you're gorgeous! But I'm not allowed and you have your boundaries."

 

"I can't tell if you're mocking me."

 

"Only a little. I do respect your wishes."

 

"Because I would let you..."

 

"Nope! You're in the heat of the moment and I must keep a cool head for the both of us."

 

Mae reluctantly puts the smallest smidgen on her finger.

 

"Hold the phone..." she finally realizes. "You think I'm gorgeous?"

 

"Would you just butter your muffin already??"

 

Auntie fails to suppress a laugh and Mae smirks slyly as if she's got my number. She goes to apply the lotion to her vulva, but then thinks better of it.

 

"On second thought..." Mae dabs the drop behind her ear. "I'm basically a powder keg ready to blow any minute."

 

Aunt Becca puts her hands on her heavenly hips. "Hmm...I wonder who lit that fuse?"

 

Mae sheepishly cocks an eyebrow in my direction.

 

"May I?" Mae offers, waving the sunblock at Auntie.

 

"I don't require any, my precious, but I truly appreciate the proposal."

 

"Sure? You're just as fair as I am."

 

"Take heart, your day for having your hands all over my body will arrive very soon."

 

"Worth a shot."

 

I turn my back to Mae and wrangle my braids to the sides.

 

"Do me?" I ask her.

 

"You wish!"

 

"There's our girl," Becca states proudly.

 

"Quit yer yakkin' and do me! Oh wait, use this one..." I hand her a different spray can of suntan oil. "I don't mind getting a little color."

 

"Okay, bossy boots!"

 

"So bossy!" Auntie lights up with lasciviousness.

 

"No foolin'?" Mae inquires, spritzing my arms, back, and shoulders. The cool mist is refreshing on my het up little bod.

 

Becca nibbles her lip and nods, demurely.

 

"Good to know!" Mae's hand spreads around the lotion while also spraying further down my back and legs.

 

"Auntie gives the impression of invincibility, but she's such a sub."

 

"Masha! I am not...how do you know that word? I merely...get off on being pushed around by my niece, is all."

 

Mae hunkers down to even out the spatter and her hands are EVERYWHERE, not that she seems to care. Nor do I.

 

"Ah, so it's familial. Got it. No worries, we'll find our thing." Nice to see Mae getting her groove back.

 

"I have no doubt," Auntie smiles.

 

Springing up to face me, Mae scatters aerosol all across my upper body and vigorously rubs it in. Her fingers feel so good whenever they graze my nipples, and she lingers around my collarbone for a while.

 

"What a noble neck you have."

 

Now Mae's fingertips brush southward over my breastplate, detour around my ribcage, and dillydally at my navel. Then she sits on the floor crosslegged and gets an eyeful of my vagina for a REALLY long time. Auntie and I exchange a bemused chuckle, both of us curious as to what my uninhibited schoolmate will do next.

 

"It's not fair," she says eventually with a sigh. "My best friend has the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

 

"Seen many, have we?" I retort, trying to deflect the flattery before I succumb to it.

 

"Not this up close and personal, but yeah, I'm always looking. Yours is the gold standard." Mae looks apologetically at Auntie. "No offense."

 

"You're not wrong," she says with authority.

 

Mae then breathes in a profound lungful of my scent, and even Auntie's eyes go wide.

 

"You smell nice, too." Mae's kisser shamelessly lands a quick peck on one side of my vulva, followed up by a chilly spritz of sunspray and the heel of her hand circling my privileged pubis.

 

My turn to go stiff as a board.

 

"So...hashtag Mae Just Did That."

 

"Yeah, Mae does a lot of things," she portends. "You'll get used to it."

 

"I hope I never do," I coo, tenderly.

 

Mae's emerald gaze and ruby smile lock on my enthralled hazel eyes, and Auntie couldn't be more charmed by us.

 

"So!" I say to break the tension before I can humiliate myself further. "Now that my twat has been comprehensively exalted and fondled, how `bout we go for that Sunday stroll?"

 

Mae takes one last wistful gander at my cooch.

 

"If we must..."

 

"I've been ready," Auntie declares, opening a purple parasol. "But if you think there's an end to us praising your lady parts, you have another thing coming."

 

Mae smirks up at me.

 

"Auntie joke?"

 

"Auntie joke," I confirm. I offer Mae two hands to help her up and Becca holds out a pink parasol for me and a green one for Mae that matches her eyes precisely.

 

"Well, ain't we fancy as fuck?" Mae drawls.

 

We step out into the sun and its touch is so transformed now that I know the true feeling of sensual pleasures.

 

We're halfway through Auntie's garden when I swivel to Mae: "Hey...I'm your best friend?"

 

"Now who's slow on the uptake?"

 

She holds my hand and somehow this feels more exhilarating than any of the more intimate caresses she's gifted to me.

 

Once we reach the meadow, we ditch the parasols and run hand-in-hand, squealing and skipping, falling and rolling in tall grass and wildflowers.

 

After frolicking with my frisky bare-skinned friend for a short stretch, I start traipsing through the underbrush towards the dense green thicket.

 

"Come on!" I call. "I wanna show you my special tree."

 

Mae prances along the path I'm making while Auntie brings up the rear, meandering without a care in the world.

 

Upon entering the grove, we pussyfoot past some regular looking trees until we come upon a funky spruce with multiple trunks, still lush and leafy despite the season.

 

Mae slips her hand in mine again, her breath taken away.

 

"It's so...mystical and full of whimsy," she observes in a hushed tone.

 

I whisk a stray scarlet strand away from Mae's face and reply, "It makes me so happy you picked up on that."

 

"It's very you."

 

Now I feel like I might cry. I touch Mae affectionately under her chin.

 

"It's so rare to hang out with someone who really sees me instead of those airheads."

 

"Aww, they're alright. Besides..." Mae flamboyantly flips her hair. "Someone has to be this scintillating."

 

We share a giggle over Mae's lack of humility and it's taking everything I have not to jump her bones right then and there.

 

"You are a gift from the goddesses."

 

"Can we climb it?" Mae smiles antsily, obviously in need of a physical release herself.

 

"She'll be sad if we don't."

 

I let Mae go first, not so much out of courtesy but to get a good squiz at Mae's fabulous fanny. She perches on a low, sturdy branch and sits on her heels, legs spread wide leaving NOTHING to the imagination.

 

I'm just beginning to find my footing on the bark when my ascent is sabotaged by a now-frequent excursionist to my butt crack.

 

"Oh, Auntie...I keep forgetting I need eyes in the back of my head around you now."

 

"Well, there's a spell for that," Auntie mentions.

 

"Maybe later," I moan, stretching on all-fours like a cat. "Your tongue has a loftier calling than incantation right now. Don't stop..."

 

Mae's face a frozen in a goofy grin, eyebrows raised in astonishment.

 

"Is she..." Mae finishes her sentence with exaggerated mouth movement and no sound. "...licking your asshole?"

 

"Oh, yes. This is our new favorite thing."

 

"Aww, angelface..." Auntie melts, snuggling my backside. "You never told me this is your favorite. It's certainly mine, but...I'm all verklempt now..."

 

"Yeah, I let you eat my ass out for hours because I hate it so much. Such a doofus!"

 

"Now, Masha, there's no need to be –"

 

I muzzle her by pressing one finger into the back of her head and nudging her face back in between my cheeks.

 

"I can't believe my eyes..." Mae wonders.

 

I shine brightly up at Mae's effusive incredulity.

 

"You harbored suspicion over the verity of our illicit affair?"

 

I don't need to see behind me to know that Auntie's eyes are rolling.

 

"Not for a second! I've just...never seen two people who fit together so...so..."

 

At a loss for words, I help complete Mae's thought: "Magically?"

 

Mae smiles and I reach up to pet her pretty foot, attempting to conduct the electricity generated by Aunt Becca's lively lapping through my body and furnish my flirty friend with a few of these tingles.

 

"And this..." Mae gulps, gesticulating towards Auntie's tireless tush tonguing. "... activity I thought only existed in lesbian pornography."

 

"The foremost pre-teen expert on porn now, are we?"

 

"You have no idea! Long story..."

 

My eyes burn with intrigue.

 

"Can't wait to hear it!" I laugh, totally not expecting that. I close my eyes and lie felicitously against my tree while Auntie's TLC towards my anus grows more intense. I hum to myself as I submerse in all the feelings she's stirring up just like swimming in a calm lake on a summer day. I'm suddenly very hot and my pores burst with sweat. I look to see what Mae is up to and she still wears the same fascinated stare.

 

"Won't you play with yourself?" I request, stroking her foot again.

 

"Do you really want me to??"

 

"Of course I do. You're stunning."

 

"Okay..." Mae's index and ring fingers open up her mouthwatering labia and her middle finger lightly fiddles her clit. "Oh, my...this won't take long. Is it poor etiquette to get there before your hostesses?"

 

"I'll cheerfully watch you come as much as you wish. It's not a race."

 

"Whoa. You WANT to see me come??"

 

"Uhh...yeah? What else is the point?"

 

"It's not the destination, it's the journey."

 

"You're quoting Emerson now? You're such a transcendentalist hippie!"

 

"It's actually an anonymous modern proverb often misattributed to Emerson."

 

"Good thing you're cute `cause you're a huge nerd."

 

"And you love me for it," Mae teases.

 

"You got that right."

 

"Naughty girl, wanting to see me come. No one's ever wanted to see me come."

 

"Sure they have, I'm just the first with the audacity to admit it." Then I go weak in the knees from Auntie's relentless knocking at my back door. She maddeningly waits on the threshold, refusing to enter.

 

Mae picks up the pace, composing spectacular squishy sounds.

 

"You're so deep, Auntie, but I need more. Get that fucking tongue inside me. GET. IN. ME. NOW."

 

Just as I'm on the brink, Becca pokes through my butthole and I suffer fits of sheer Elysium.

 

A salty drop falls on my face from above and I scan the skies for its source.

 

"Oh, Mae, you're crying!"

 

"So...magnificent..."

 

Mae's flickering fingers are a blur and she comes chaotically. She tumbles forward out of the tree and Auntie rushes over to catch her. They fall into a heap on the soft grass and I go curl up next to my quivering cutie, still trembling from my own orgasm.

 

"Are you okay?" Becca asks Mae.

 

"This is...the most intense feeling I've ever had!"

 

"Oh, honey..." Auntie kisses her temple.

 

"Your love is so...raw...immediate...palpable...I'm so honored to bear witness to your sacred union."

 

I sweep tears away from Mae's cheeks.

 

"Ugh, I'm such a drama queen!" she laments. "You must find me terribly annoying."

 

"Aww, sweetheart..." Auntie consoles. "You're emotionally present. It's a wonderful quality."

 

"You're talking to the drama goddess herself," I add.

 

"Really? You're so serene."

 

Auntie smooths Mae's brilliant red hair against her shoulder.

 

"I feel everything very deeply, just like you. Serenity comes with experience."

 

Mae weeps openly.

 

"I'm learning so much from you!"

 

"Aw, Mae, don't cry!" I throw my arms around her.

 

"It's okay, I love a good cry. I just never pictured my Sunday afternoon being spent crying in an enchanted meadow cuddling with my cutie patootie new playmate and her foxy auntie."

 

"Well...let's bring this closer to something you do envision," I suggest. "What would you like to see us do next?"

 

"You're taking requests?"

 

Auntie's fingertip traces little patterns on Mae's thigh.

 

"You're a part of this too, darling. We have to make sure your needs are satisfied."

 

"Wow...you're so generous. I'd..." Mae muses a moment. "...like to see you do something new that you've never done before. Like...together." She turns to Becca. "I'm sure you've done everything. Umm..."

 

Mae sizes me up and then blushes hardcore.

 

"Oh, my goodness...WHAT is on that dirty little mind of yours??"

 

"Nope!" Mae protests. "Too embarrassing...too intimate...I can't..."

 

"Now you have to tell me!"

 

Mae covers her flushed features with both hands. I let her wig out for a couple seconds before gently prying her hands away from her face and holding them fast.

 

"Hey...I love you no matter what."

 

Mae ponders her words.

 

"Okay..." and then she whispers in my ear the most kinky pitch my young ears have ever considered.

 

I get all quiet for a minute to gather myself and Auntie waits patiently for me to speak.

 

"Auntie, would you grant me the supreme indulgence of tying me to my favorite tree and fingerbanging the living hell out of my delicious honey pot?"

 

"Masha!!" Mae waves her blameless arms at Auntie. "I said nothing of fingerbanging! Just some fun little rope play. Do you really do that?? You're teensy!"

 

"It's crossed my mind. Thought I'd toss in a bonus first-time experience for you. How about it, Auntie?"

 

"Sorry to disappoint you, angel, but I didn't bring along any bondage gear."

 

Mae and I pout at one another, dejected.

 

"Just kidding! Goddess Xochiquetzal, privilege us with use of your ligature so that I may pleasure my paramour."

 

Four vines reach up out of the earth and bind my wrists and ankles to the tree.

 

Mae bounces up and down excitedly.

 

"Do me, do me! Just...leave my hands free so I can...you know..."

 

"...and her friend."

 

Auntie summons another vine that springs up and fastens Mae's feet to the ground.

 

Then Becca plucks the magnolia from her curly dark hair and slowly circles Mae, skimming the petals around her hips and buttocks. She wanders over to me and starts doing the same thing to my legs and feet.

 

"No foreplay, Auntie. Just fuck me."

 

Auntie drags the flower up my belly and chest, pursing her lips at Mae.

 

"Look who thinks she's still in charge. Does she appear to be in any position to give me orders, Mae?"

 

A pleased as punch Mae shakes her head enthusiastically.

 

Auntie tucks the flower back behind her ear and comes in real close to show me her middle and ring fingers.

 

"Ever wonder why I keep these two nails short and the others long?"

 

Before I can even venture a guess, Mae's hand shoots up like the teacher's pet.

 

"Hold your horses, Miss Sapphic Savant, give her a chance."

 

"No clue," is my non-answer.

 

"That was a clue. Mae?"

 

Mae lowers her hand and says, "They're short so that you don't hurt your girlfriends when inserting them into their vagina."

 

"A+," grants Auntie and Mae smiles proudly.

 

"But you said –"

 

"Now, Masha, you're going to say, `But, honorable Auntie, you told me that your previous lovers have preferred your oral superiority and few, if any, wished for penetrative pleasure,' and all this is true. Nevertheless, my dear dubious niece, as any good lesbian will tell you, despite our individual repertoires, we are collectively responsible for being ready for anything. So, whenever you see a girl in the wild with short center nails, you know she's DTF."

 

"DTF?"

 

Mae's hand blasts off again.

 

"Miss Mae?"

 

"Down to fuck," she answers.

 

"Extra credit."

 

Mae beams gratefully.

 

"But what about –"

 

"What about what we did last night, you ask? Early this morning, technically..." Auntie runs her fingers over my neatly trimmed nails. "I'm afraid you'll need to keep all these pretties short to keep me satisfied. Unless, of course, you learn to do this..."

 

Aunt Becca holds up all five fingers and all three of the longer nails retract to uniform length with the others and then grow back out again.

 

"Whoa! Wait, what...what did you two do last night? This morning...whatever..."

 

"You see, Mae, while I am beyond flattered that you believe I have done everything, nothing can be further from the truth." Auntie brushes the backs of her fingers against my cheek. "I couldn't bear to burn through all my first times leaving nothing new to experience with my Masha, so I had to reserve a few choice inaugural activities for her. Last night I gave her my vaginal virginity."

 

"Omigosh, so hot!" Mae absent-mindedly massages her vulva. "How many fingers did you take in?"

 

Auntie presents her hand and counts off 1-2-3-4.

 

"WOW!" Mae chews her lip and masturbates with more intention.

 

"Your concupiscent confidante raises an excellent question...how many fingers would thrill you, my love?"

 

"Two, please...for now..." I whisper, breathlessly.

 

"Two? For now?? IN THAT TINY TWAT???" Mae's rapid-fire fiddling finishes her off with a choir of cutesy high-pitched squeaks accompanying her coming.

 

We watch, amused and aroused, and then Auntie comments, "How fun is she? Imagine what she'll do when she sees the real deal." Then Becca's two middle fingers point centimeters from my face. "Get these ready for me, won't you, angel?"

 

"I'm already wet eno—" I am pacified by Auntie shoving her digits down my throat. Her fingers are so warm and impossibly soft.

 

"What a lucky little lass you are."

 

"Me?" asks Mae. Her skin is all glowing and pink from having come twice already.

 

"Mm-hm," Auntie answers. "Not only are you honored with a front row seat to Masha's premiere bondage and fingering, on the rare occasions when I have been afforded access..."

 

Aunt Becca's saturated fingers blaze a trail of spit all down my torso and plant their pretty selves in my pussy.

 

"...I was only allowed one finger. So, this is a first for me too."

 

"Omigosh..." Mae starts exploring her labia again.

 

"Oh, Auntie...you're fucking me so deep."

 

"I'm doing nothing of the sort. That's all you, girlie."

 

Sure enough, my hips have a good amount of leeway to instinctively buck and thrust and drive her fingers further into my oozing orifice. I'm stuffing myself so thoroughly, I begin to wonder if my dream of adding more fingers will need to remain just that.

 

Once I'm full to the hilt, I stop moving just to feel the completeness of her occupation.

 

Auntie sees the wanting in my eyes.

 

"What do you need, my angel?"

 

"Fuck me hard, deep, and fast, Auntie. I need you to break me."

 

Mae's twiddling ramps up as she laughs in stupefaction and even starts to cry a little bit again.

 

"You're too wild to be broken," Auntie informs me. "But I'll try."

 

The tightness of my twat makes it tricky for her to retreat far enough to get any leverage, but after a few subtle strokes loosen me up a skosh, she is able to freely fuck me gently without too much obstruction.

 

"Harder..." I demand.

 

She does her level best to comply but my elasticity still isn't quite primed well enough.

 

"Faster!"

 

Auntie quickens the pace which helps get more juices flowing.

 

"Yes! Put more wrist into it!"

 

Relaxing her joint, Becca's left hand flaps like crazy, making all these awesome smacking sounds against my flesh.

 

"That's it! Fuck your little niecey to pieces!!"

 

Her frenzied hand operates discordantly with the rest of her otherwise Zen demeanor, and Auntie looks deep into my equally placid eyes.

 

"Oh, Masha, what a bright beauty you are."

 

"I love you, Auntie."

 

I hear sniffing and turn to see tears streaming down Mae's flushed, shimmering cheeks. My hazy, besotted countenance seems to take her breath away.

 

As best I can manage through my restraints, I reach out to Mae and she holds me with her free hand.

 

"So luminous," she whispers.

 

This is just the tender affection I need to pop my cork. With the three of us all connected now, my back arches and my head goes all loopy and...

 

"Oh, Auntie, you're making me...IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!!!"

 

I water all the foliage in front of me with my steadily spurting secretions. Wild yellow buttercups and purple violets crop up in my wake.

 

Mae freezes in gleeful shock.

 

"My bestie is a squirter!"

 

"How come everyone knew about squirting but me?"

 

"'How come,' indeed," Becca quips.

 

"Auntie joke," Mae and I utter in unison.

 

"Now you know why it took Masha so long to answer the door," Auntie reveals.

 

"You mean...?" Mae diddles herself again.

 

"Mm-hm. All over me. It was transcendent."

 

"Goodness gracious, you must have looked like a glimmering mermaid breaching out of the surf!"

 

Mae's flittering fingers break the sound barrier and I feel every undulation of her orgasm through her firm grip on my hand.

 

"Funny how you find your happy place more through fantasies of us rather than the reality before your very eyes," Auntie posits.

 

"I have a keen imagination." Mae snacks on sweets from her fingertips.

 

"How delightful that every dalliance comes with hors d'oeuvre. Tasty?" Auntie inquires.

 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Mae polishes off her finger food.

 

"I think the answer to that has been well established." Becca turns to me. "I like your friend very much."

 

"She's alright," I tease.

 

Then my kinky kindred transfers her marinated fingers from my mons to her mouth and slurps sonorously.

 

"Greedy, Auntie!"

 

"I'm sorry, poppet, did you want some?"

 

"Uhh...yeah! Plus, we have a guest!"

 

"How ill-mannered of me! Mae, shall I make Masha percolate more for you?"

 

"MAKE me??" I object.

 

"Hush, darling, you're still my captive plaything."

 

Mae giggles, "I'm just a sightseer today, but you do you. Or...you do her...you know..."

 

"More for me, then." Auntie genuflects before my open legs and single-mindedly sinks her face into my moistened muff.

 

My grasp on Mae's hand softens and I overturn it so my thumb can roam around her satiny palm.

 

Mae can't take her eyes away from Auntie while her right index finger idles around her nipple.

 

"It's like Venus herself has ascended to pleasure your perfect pussy," she venerates.

 

"Nailed it."

 

"Wait...really??"

 

Auntie pauses her titillating tongue. "At your service, my beauty."

 

Mae is gobsmacked.

 

"I'd bow if I wasn't, you know, tied to the ground by a goddess."

 

"I would rather kneel before you," Becca beguiles prior to plunging back in for more honey.

 

Then Mae tries murmuring just to me, "What do I call her now?"

 

"Becca is fine. She's really an amalgam of all the love goddesses, but mostly Aphrodite. All of us are like this; a little bit of this, a little bit of that from the celestial buffet."

 

"Whoa. US?? Of course, you're one too, how stupid of me. Which ones are...?

 

"I'm...not sure? Several, maybe? Still figuring myself out."

 

I squirm in paradise against the tree bark which somehow caresses my back rather than feeling all craggy and hard.

 

"I can't wait for you to feel this way with Auntie."

 

"Oh, Masha, you're so generous with your love! Am I worthy?"

 

I rub Mae's arm reassuringly.

 

"Of course, you are...you're awesome! How could you think yourself unworthy?"

 

"I know, I'm usually the most gregarious one in the bunch, but I've never been in the presence of such divinity."

 

"That you know of."

 

Mae favors me sheepishly and tweaks her nipple until it stiffens.

 

I roll my head dreamily towards Mae.

 

"You look so pretty watching me."

 

"Yeah? You like peering at me playing with myself?"

 

"For...sure. Tell me what you like about watching me."

 

"I love seeing you all helpless."

 

I stretch and moan in agreement.

 

"And I love looking at your tight, smooth little body writhing with rapture as your Auntie's tongue teases your twat."

 

"Mmm...I love dirty talk."

 

"Above all, I love how your almond-shaped hazel eyes gaze upon me in the throes of ultimate passion."

 

I squeeze her hand.

 

"Oh, Mae, I'm so close! You know what would really bring me home?"

 

Mae just shakes her head, looking slightly fearful of the answer.

 

"Your saucy tongue all over this lithe little bod you love so much."

 

Mae can no longer look me in the eye.

 

"Oh, my! Wow...I couldn't..."

 

"Please? Your tongue is so pink and luscious. You'll keep your virtue, I promise. You don't need to lick the naughty bits."

 

"You're all naughty bits!"

 

I laugh. "Some more naughty than others. Just pick your favorite. Please, Mae? I can't get there without you."

 

Mae scans my defenseless figure chastely. Finally, she interlaces her fingers with mine, holds my arm up, and bends at the waist to lay a wide, sweeping lick along my underarm.

 

"Mae, I'm ticklish!"

 

"Good." She flitters her tongue in my armpit without mercy. My orgasm has me screaming, laughing, crying, until a second later when Mae goes and chomps down on my sensitive flesh, and then I'm whooping, flailing, and hollering.

 

I puff an errant wisp of hair away from my face.

 

"Gee whiz, that was incredible!"

 

"I'm so glad." Mae is doing her timid routine again. "Sorry about the biting, I hope it didn't hurt."

 

"Nah, I like it rough."

 

Auntie chimes in, "You know, for someone who was skittish about Masha's naughty bits, you chose one of her naughtiest."

 

"I did?? I thought that was pretty tame."

 

"That's fairly taboo as far as most women are concerned," she explains. "Lucky for you, Masha loves it."

 

"I can tell! You fairly well flipped your shit!"

 

"Yeah...I guess I'm kinda freaky," I admit.

 

"Let's take inventory: Underage cutie begs to be tied naked to a tree in order to get off with her dishy auntie and a gorgeous classmate...seems like ordinary Sunday afternoon kidstuff to me!"

 

I can't stop laughing.

 

"That's me! Just your average girl-next-door!"

 

"Well, I love girls' armpits, so I don't know what that makes me." Mae snuggles up to my underarm. "You smell so good..." And she goes in for another sample. "...and taste even better."

 

"Masha's body offers a panoply of taste sensations. May we interest you in something of the vaginal variety? One with a fresh, crisp flavor and a fruity finish?"

 

"Oh, my, nothing like that!" Mae addresses me to diffuse any potential hurt feelings. "Definitely interested, though...your vulva is..." She blows a chef's kiss. "It's just that I have my palate tuned to something more...full-bodied...rich, complex...for my first taste, when I'm ready."

 

"Excellent choice," I smile suggestively.

 

Auntie's face turns bright pink.

 

"I got a Becca blush!" Mae cheers. "Is that rare? That must be rare."

 

"I mean...not with me."

 

"Well, you're special. Do I get a prize?"

 

Becca gestures across my prone body.

 

"What's your pleasure? Masha is a playground and you can have your pick of your favorite recreation. I'll play you."

 

"Ohh...I'm taking a ride on her face, for sure."

 

"My, my! No beating about the bush for you, eh?"

 

I roll my eyes.

 

"Never! If I wasn't saving myself for an eleven-tongue-orgy, I would've parked myself there by now. Fortunately, I can't move or I might have already forsaken my abstinence. She simply has a face that begs to be sat upon, you know?"

 

"I know all too well. It's Masha's favorite. I like your style, Mae, you're not one to pussyfoot around..."

 

"Enough with the Auntie jokes!" I bellow. "Mount. My. FACE!"

 

"All too happy to oblige, my angel. Mae, shall we ride cowgirl or –"

 

"Reverse cowgirl. I want to see how you –"

 

Auntie raises her finger: "We."

 

"...how we look when Masha makes us come."

 

Aunt Becca climbs aboard, not so much mounting me since she can simply stand astride my face due to her considerable height, and the angle of the tree trunk I'm lying on is perfect for reaching up and licking her labia.

 

"Eep! That tongue!" Mae squeaks.

 

"Cute, isn't it?"

 

"So cute!" Mae nods, her fingers mimicking the broad strokes I'm laying against Auntie's pussy. Then I switch things up by curving my tongue and doing my little scooping motion on Auntie's clit and Mae follows suit by curling her index finger and lightly tickling her own sweet spot. Vermillion locks adorably wave over Mae's half-closed eyes while her wide-open mouth issues forth sustained squeaks of yearning.

 

"Oh...my..." she finally articulates.

 

"You can say it," Auntie encourages.

 

"...Goddesses!"

 

"So glad you're enjoying Masha's special technique. She says this is how I lick ice cream cones."

 

"Ooo, can we get ice cream?" Mae's eyes sparkle.

 

Auntie chuckles, "I'd forgotten how much fun this is."

 

"How much fun what is?"

 

"Making love with children." Becca passively kneads her heaving bosom.

 

"Hey, no fair! I don't have those!"

 

"Forgive me, darling, I can't help myself sometimes. May I offer you one to play with or are such indulgences out of bounds for you?"

 

I press pause on twat tasting to give my full attention to the momentous occasion of Mae's impending inaugural groping of Auntie's giant bazooms.

 

"No, that's permissible," Mae avers. "I've felt up my share of perky breasts, although yours are considerably larger than Ceilidh's."

 

"They're bigger than anyone's!" I assert.

 

"Not Gabbie's..." Auntie reminds me.

 

"Who's Gabbie?"

 

"Auntie's BFF."

 

"Can't wait to meet her!" my racy redhead blurts out. "But one can only climb one mountain at a time."

 

"So wise, this one!" Auntie appreciates.

 

Mae reaches forward but then retreats quickly, suddenly blushing, looking away with her lips pursed into a pixieish smile. Her eyes return to Becca's bounteous boobs with a side glance and then her heavy lids fall meditatively. She draws in a deep, relaxing breath, and her hand floats over and lands on Auntie's bosom like a butterfly. Her fingers skim around the equator of the globe and this novel sensation causes Mae's lips to part ever so endearingly. She goes full-on raised eyebrows shocked-face emoji (albeit with closed eyes), complete with a cute, confounded crinkle on her brow, when she takes her first palmful of the sheer heft of Auntie's breast.

 

I can't see Aunt Becca's face, but her girlish giggling leads me to imagine she's grinning ear-to-ear, cheekbones beaming bright, her deep dimples on abundant display. Auntie squirms sportively when Mae starts squishing her like a stress ball. Mae proceeds with diddling her clitoris and I pick up where I left off with my tongue on Auntie's dewy snatch. Mae has made her exceedingly damp in the interim and I'm refreshed by all the delicacies sliding down my gullet.

 

Out of the corners of my eyes, I catch glimpses of Mae working herself up into a fever pitch, bending over and bracing herself on Auntie's boob for balance. Auntie and I now take our cues from Mae with Auntie bucking her hips against my face and my tongue fluttering fast on her clit.

 

"Won't you open those gorgeous green eyes for me, Mae?"

 

Mae gulps loudly, "Not yet. I'll come too quickly if I see you."

 

"I want you to come. You're so beautiful, Mae. Let's come together."

 

Mae swallows again and pants, "Yes...soon..."

 

"I'll wait for you, Mae. Your hand feels so wonderful on me. You know, Masha has the loveliest hands, too. I just know how much she longs to show you a lover's touch."

 

"Oh, Goddess..."

 

"And her tongue is..." Auntie writhes and giggles and rubs herself all over. "...beyond compare! So soft...so moist...so young..."

 

Mae's eyes pop open: "I WANT MASHA TO TASTE ME SO BADLY!!"

 

"There she is..."

 

Auntie presses down and comes hard into my mouth while Mae thrashes about ferociously, the only things keeping her standing being her firm grip on Auntie's breast and the ever-tightening vines protecting her from falling.

 

Mae breathes heavily for a minute and Auntie sweeps rosy hairs away from Mae's jade eyes.

 

"So pretty..." Auntie fawns.

 

"That was...THE BEST...feeling...EVER!"

 

"Imagine how you'll feel when one of us gets to touch you."

 

"OMIGOSH, I won't be able to handle it!"

 

"Sure, you will..."

 

Meanwhile, I've been making my way to Auntie's butthole and I'm sliding my tongue in. Becca swoons and settles her weight onto me.

 

"Is she, um...eating out your ass now?" Mae asks, reticently.

 

Damn, it's so sexy how subdued and nervous her voice becomes whenever anything anal enters the picture.

 

I feel Auntie's super-long curls shaking "no" against my forehead.

"I'm still your avatar. She's eating our asshole."

 

"I've...never touched myself there."

 

"There's nothing like it. I'm sure your fingers are plenty lubed up from that epic orgasm. Just slip your hand back there..."

 

I hear Mae release a slow sigh.

 

"That's it...how does it feel?"

 

"...amazing..." Mae whispers.

 

I glue my lips around her plump pucker and slurp vulgarly.

 

"OH, MASHA!!!"

 

Obviously, I can't see Mae's expression but I picture her with mouth agape.

 

"How am I supposed to replicate that??"

 

"You can't, darling, unless you want me to find a way to give you an octopus tentacle?"

 

"No, thanks! It's already pretty hentai around here with all these vines."

 

"True enough. Waiting for the genuine article is well worth it, I assure you."

 

Mae's tone goes all sotto voce again: "...I wanna feel her tongue there..."

 

"Where, honey?"

 

"In my...butt?"

 

"More specifically?"

 

"I'M GONNA MAKE MASHA DRIVE HER TONGUE DEEP INTO MY DELICIOUS ANUS!!"

 

Holy fuck, that almost made me come spontaneously!

 

"My, my! How will you do that? Direct me..."

 

"Oh, wow! Okay...first grab that branch overhead. Yeah, both hands..."

 

I feel Auntie's body lengthen and she must be a sight to behold. My theory is confirmed when I hear Mae's voice crack...

 

"You're both such knockouts, it makes me cry... Now, let's do something with those legs."

 

"Well...how flexible are you?"

 

"Fairly flexible?"

 

Without any effort, Auntie lifts her long legs and tucks both feet behind her neck. I now have the greatest ass licking angle ever and I point my tongue straight up to make hay where the sun usually never shines by waggling like crazy.

 

"Whoa, not that flexible! Goodness gracious, I can see EVERYTHING! This is too much for my poor little lesbian heart to bear."

 

"Sorry I'm such a show-off," Auntie chuckles, and then murmurs to me... "We're totally doing this later, right?"

 

I nod zestfully in Auntie's butthole.

 

"Where would you like these legs to go, Mae?"

 

"You mean, other than wrapped thoroughly around my naked, sundrenched body? Um...how about some position that smothers Masha and forces her to drill my tight tushy?"

 

"Mmm...that's her favorite."

 

Auntie lowers her legs and folds them beneath her, her feet coming to rest above my head so that she's basically kneeling on the tree trunk. Her abundant ass splendidly squashes my face and I feast fervently. I mumble something unintelligible into Auntie's asshole.

 

"Uhh...translation please?" Mae requests.

 

"She says she fucking loves me."

 

"Correction: she fucking loves us."

 

"Atta girl."

 

I garishly gnaw and slobber in Auntie's fanny for a few minutes, eliciting mirthful hoots from her and Mae alike. Then I cause her demeanor to shift dramatically...

 

"Now she's, um..." Mae begins meekly.

 

"Tongue-blasting our butthole into oblivion? You betcha!" Auntie's bassiest register booms.

 

Mae inhales slowly, "Welp, in for a dime, in for a dollar, I guess..."

 

She must be fingering her anal passage now for her breathing sounds choppy with the exhilaration of new feelings.

 

"Mmm...right there, angel, nice and slow. That's how we like it, don't we, Mae?"

 

"Uh-huh..." She seems so swept away, it's so fucking hot.

 

"Ooo-ooo-ooo, Masha!" Auntie shivers. "You're wiggling so much inside me! Here, let's plumb the depths so you can give us all you got..."

 

Aunt Becca pushes up on the tree limb in order to crush me more completely, bulldozing one hundred percent of my tongue into her posterior. If Mae's grunts and moans are any indication, she is following Auntie's example and burying her finger to the max.

 

"Ohh, yes, baby...just like that...swirl round and round and round." Obviously, Auntie is narrating for Mae's benefit so she knows what to do. I start switching it up to see how proficiently Becca can keep abreast of the changes for her instructions.

 

"Ooo, I love that undulating! Feels like a little boat on the ocean. Rippling up and down, up and down, wave after wave. And now you're ZIG-ZAGGING?? You naughty little minx! Oh, and what's this now? Drawing small...figure-eights inside us?"

 

I hum the cadence of the proper answer.

 

"Ohh, infinity symbols. I see. Because you love our butthole forever and ever?"

 

"Mm-hm."

 

"Oh, angel, you're fucking us so gently and so deep!"

 

"Oh, Masha..." Mae purrs.

 

"I've never felt this good in my whole life!!"

 

"Never??"

 

"Never, ever! Masha is receiving our anal virtue!"

 

This revelation sets off our trio of climaxes simultaneously. Auntie's asshole throbs around my tongue while Mae's middle finger sparks spasms of her own, and somehow my pussy becomes a sprinkler again from being touched by nothing but my emotions. A full-grown wisteria tree sprouts from the spot across the way where the long arc of my squirt lands.

 

We spend a moment collecting ourselves and I'm still breathing in Auntie's essence when Mae remarks, "How have you never taken a tongue up your ass before??"

 

"I told you...I saved some premium experiences for my little niecey-piecey."

 

"Niecey-piecey...that's cute."

 

"Isn't it, though?"

 

Auntie dismounts my face and the vines instantly release me. She picks me up and pulls me close into a kiss. We stay in this embrace for a long time, with my arms and legs wrapped around my aunt's voluptuous figure, until we turn to look in the direction of Mae's very audible pining.

 

"This is my favorite part of this whole day. You're so in love."

 

I reach out to take Mae's hand and Auntie lets me shimmy down her towering body.

 

We all amble back to the house hand-in-hand-in-hand, retrieving our abandoned parasols along the way.

 

As we approach the back patio, I catch Mae sniffing and sampling the finger that popped her butt cherry.

 

"Busted," I smirk.

 

"What? I'm yummy. Deal with it."

 

I begrudgingly cover up in my robe again and Auntie slips back into hers. Mae is the last to reclothe herself in her tiny little hippie dress and we heave a collective wistful sigh that our nude escapades are over for now.

 

We walk Mae to the front where she asks, "Y'all do this every Sunday?"

 

Auntie and I smile coyly, our eyes skittering around aimlessly.

 

"Brunch, I mean!" Mae clarifies. "I know the other stuff is new."

 

"This is another one of our things, yes," Auntie answers.

 

"Saturday sleepovers and Sunday brunch," I embellish.

 

"Peachy-keen! I'm...not fishing for an invitation or anything. Okay, I'm totally fishing for an invitation!"

 

"Auntie told you before...you're welcome anytime."

 

"I know, but that was before...anyway, thank you. I don't want to be a third wheel so just kick me to the curb whenever I'm too extra. I don't want to wear out my welcome."

 

"Impossible," Becca vows.

 

Mae throws her arms around her and they share a comforting hug. She turns to me and we have some intense eye contact before glomping into a tight clinch. Mae starts to depart but then doubles back to kiss me. Her lips are warm and taste of raspberry lip gloss.

 

"You're the best," she tells me and then blows a two-handed kiss to Aunt Becca. Mae backs away with both hands over her heart and Auntie smooches resoundingly to call the kitties. They all scamper forth and pile into the box – save for Uzume and Medb of course who are just standing by to see the others off – and Mae lifts the box and strolls away down the street. We watch each other until she's out of sight.

 

"That was fun! What shall we do now, Auntie?"

 

Becca tugs on the knot in her belt and meanders over to the stairs, letting the robe fall to the floor behind her. I grin and strip off my garment so fast, and scurry to join Auntie in ascending towards our next adventure.

 

(to be continued...)

 

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