Masha's Auntie's Allure

 

During my second shower of the day, which finally includes Auntie by my side as originally intended, we delightfully discover that my three-foot-ten self puts me at the perfect height to plant my punim in her posterior while she stands fully bent over, thus raising her tush just that much higher to meet my fortunate face. In all these years of dreaming about romancing Auntie's pussy, I never imagined I'd find my paradise in her irresistible asshole. Hugging her long dancer's legs to my slight frame, I lay my tongue into her anus for the fourth extended period in less than 24 hours. With her hands clamped around her ankles and her enormous breasts squished against her knees, Aunt Becca's dangling dark curls swirl gracefully in the water below.

 

I dribble spit onto her butt crack until one long string connects us, and then I use my tongue to work the saliva into her pucker. At only nine years of age and not even half a day's experience, I've already developed some signature moves, so I seal my lips around her sphincter and suck and suck until a colossal chasm spreads wide. Then I place my tongue just inside and slowly circle the circumference round and round and round. Auntie gasps and flings her hair back in slow-mo, spraying both our bodies with refreshing warm drizzle. I chuckle into her gorgeous gorge as her hands come to rest on her knees and she faces forward with her back straight, and I notice her dizzy expression in the reflection on the glass shower wall. Almost shut, bleary eyes and a punch-drunk smile accompany her moans and sighs, and then, looking beyond this vision of decadence, I see my own unwholesome gaze for the first time – more clear-eyed than Auntie, but no less charmed.

 

"That's it, baby..." Becca groans. "Tease your Auntie's asshole."

 

I revel in her rectum a short while before resurfacing for my reply.

 

"Poor Auntie. All this pervy pleasure has you confused. This is my hole, I just let you borrow it."

 

I look myself in the eye and ever so gradually plunge my tongue down as deep as it will go. Auntie's pupils roll back into her head and she emits a throaty cackle.

 

"Oh, you have my number! Own that hole, you dirty whore!"

 

I spend a moment pondering how many lucky aunties get to call their jailbait nieces little slutbag harlots, and the egalitarian in me hopes it's more than I think. The trampy narcissist in me regains control when she falls head over heels for the mirror image of our anal adventurer persona. I'm obsessed with how broad and pink my tongue looks rising and lowering in and out of Auntie's orifice.

 

The view from behind ain't too shabby either – I realize I was never afforded a goodly gander at my excavation expertise before, what with Auntie sitting on my face not more than one hour ago. I spontaneously launch a mouthful of saliva into her tasty tunnel just to see how far it will go.

 

Aunt Becca covers her mouth in flabbergasted giggles.

 

"You just spat in your Auntie's asshole!"

 

"You like that?"

 

She bites her lip and bobs her head up and down urgently.

 

"Well, buckle up!"

 

Latching firmly onto her thighs, I thrust my face and tongue into her butthole and thrash about like a maniac.

 

"MASHA!!!" screeches Auntie.

 

My wagging tongue and intermittent spitting makes for a very giddy Auntie – all manners of beastly grunts and howls escape her lips, there's laugh-crying, insuppressible knee-wobbling, damp hands slapping the walls and floor – all leading up to her breaking out in a full-body cold sweat followed by volcanic heat when my face is engulfed by her violent orgasm.

 

"Oh, baby! That was our best one yet!" Becca fans herself with her hands.

 

Getting a few last licks in, I wrangle my brunette tresses into a messy bun. Auntie's demeanor completely changes when she catches sight of my transformation.

 

"Okay, Masha, do not move! Don't you dare move, you hear me? You are not to move one muscle!"

 

"Yes, ma'am," I intone into her ass, frozen in place with my hands still behind my head from fixing my hair.

 

Auntie's rump rapidly splashes to the tile and she scooches backwards, breathlessly scrambling to fit beneath my slightly splayed legs.

 

With her fine form out of the way of my reflection, I finally see what set her off: now that my wild locks are up and away from my face and shoulders, I present far younger than the wicked little vixen I was a minute ago, and blimey if I'm not the most scrumpdillyicious snack you ever did see! Somehow, I appear taller with my toned legs, sleek torso, elevated arms, and my deceptively innocent expression, I'm the very picture of the prim ballerina I've been training to be my whole life. (And I'm starting to see why Mae is so tempted by my armpits.)

 

I go into relevé to give Auntie an extra couple of inches to wedge her desperate mouth between my thighs. Once I settle back down to demi-pointe, Auntie, too, cools her jets upon reuniting with her prized pussy.

 

All of a sudden, butterflies flock together in my tummy and my coochie feels hella ticklish. Unable to stifle my chortling, I peer down to get a glimpse of Auntie lapping at my labia.

 

"Oooo...Auntie!! Your tongue...feels sooooooooooooo awesome! Why...why does it feel different? You've eaten me like a dozen times now!"

 

Auntie tarries in my twat another minute, in no hurry to answer.

 

"Our love evolves, angel. We are going to feel everything together."

 

I shudder with excitement as she flitters at my clit.

 

"I can't wait – oh, Auntie, you're making me come too fast!"

 

I impossibly keep my balance while I stare at myself, bewildered at the speed and power of my abrupt climax.

 

Becca giggles at me, "Oh, my love, there's no such thing. I'll make you come a thousand times over. We have forever."

 

She reaches up to run her fingernails all along my back, causing me to bend at the waist, and Auntie wends her way into my butthole. My heart swells with pride at how totally comfortable I've become with taking tongues in my tushy in such a short time.

 

I let my hair unravel and fall to one side while I stretch back to hold my lover's hands. There's nothing on this Earth that makes Auntie's eyes smolder more than eating out her niece's ass, and I am so here for every loving lick, nibble, and slurp. She locks eyes with mirror-me and tongues me hard.

 

Just when it becomes almost too much to bear, Auntie leans back to gather a mouthful of water and then shoots a soothing stream right onto my hot little hole. She repeats this in a variety of ways, my favorites being a tie between the rapid lawn sprinkler-style spurting and the steady high-arcing fountain. Once she's had her fun, Aunt Becca chows down on my saturated sluice and doesn't let up until she has me spasming in her mouth. She detaches from my anus with a heavy gasp, releases my hands to scratch my thighs and buttocks, and lies her cheek on my, well...cheek, to watch my butthole twitch and throb with orgasmic aftershocks.

 

Auntie purrs and paws at my backside until I catch my breath.

 

"Oh, Auntie, that was – " I haven't a prayer of finishing that thought before she slowly slides her tongue inside my slippery cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees..."

 

My voice is so bassy and resonant right now, I could give Barry White a run for his money. Auntie fucks me gently and deeply for like ten minutes until I reward her with a sustained showering of my own design.

 

I spray her so long I go into trance again, and the next thing I know, I'm tumbling to the floor with Auntie bracing me from behind. I hook a hand around the back of her neck and look up in time to see her gulp down a quaff of my elixir.

 

"You're drinking it now??"

 

"Of course!" Auntie pats my belly. "You're yummy..."

 

I pull her down to the squirt-soaked kiss I was denied earlier.

 

"That I am..."

 

I smooch more of my juiciness from her lips as she sneaks her finger into my slick vagina and bangs the bejeebers out of me.

 

"Eeeek, Auntie! I couldn't possibly have any more – "

 

Spoke too soon: a sudden squall issues forth and splashes all over the walls and floor. Auntie holds me dearly until I come down.

 

"What a waste," I sigh.

 

"Indeed," agrees Auntie. "I should have placed myself in the line of fire."

 

"No, silly! All this water we're wasting...we were clean ages ago!"

 

"Speak for yourself..."

 

"And how come we're not pruny?"

 

"What kind of witch would I be if I let us get pruny?" Magically the shower spray shuts off, leaving me to wonder if we had been using earthy resources in the first place.

 

We step out and while we're drying each other's glistening bodies, I cannot help but let the towel drop from Becca's warm inner thigh and get my face all up in that furry snatch. Apparently, you could have knocked Auntie over with a feather since my tiny attack is enough to pin her against the wall with her arms raised in surrender. Oh, how I wish I was tall enough to lick those savory underarms! But not really...I actually like being small so I can sneak up on all of Auntie's naughty bits, and I'll get her in a reposeful state so I can taste her all over soon.

 

For now, I take pleasure in the impact of my pink preteen tongue on my darling aunt's grown body: she's biting her bicep and crying a little, boobs heaving with heavy breathing, tummy long and lean from her arms in fifth position, and ultimately, thighs powerfully quaking around my cheeks as she comes again on my cute little face.

 

Between her cleavage, I see Auntie's wide open blue eyes and plump parted lips trembling with passion.

 

She leans forward for some sticky kisses, panting, "You...are...the best...niece..."

 

I grab her wet wavy wisps to keep her in an open-mouthed kiss and a bead of perspiration trickles from her temple to place a salty treat on my lips.

 

Auntie scolds, "You little minx...I'm going to need another shower!"

 

"Nah-uh, I like you sweaty..." I drag her by the hair and fling her onto the bed, pouncing on her pelvis and riding her clit-to-clit.

 

We are all gyrating groins and goofy grins for a minute or two until I slow my roll and fix my gaze intently on Auntie's.

 

"My gorgeous girl," she whispers, brushing her fingertips down my flat chest.

 

I wrap my arms around her uplifted thigh and lean my head against her knee.

 

"I love you so much, Auntie."

 

Gently grinding my hairless honey pot into her fluffy muff, I feel like I'm going to pop like a champagne bottle, and you'd better believe Becca knows it.

 

"Ohhh, babydoll...you're gonna gush all over your Auntie again!"

 

I sheepishly survey her lilac-tinted sheets and sniff her lilac-scented skin."

 

"I don't want to get your beautiful bed all messy..."

 

"Make a mess! Please? I need it! I need your warm, delicious squirt all over me!"

 

"Oh, Auntie..." I tilt back, propping myself on my palms and rub our vulvae together before blasting fiery feminine fluid here, there, and everywhere. Whenever I need to be reminded of what joy looks like, I'll simply recall Auntie's effulgent face as she receives my mystical misting with absolute apotheosis.

 

"Blessed be," Auntie praises with palms raised up towards the cosmos, and amazingly all of the moisture absorbs instantly into her shimmering skin.

 

"Whoa...if my pussy potion made flowers grow, I wonder what it's going to do to you?"

 

Becca basks in her magically dry bedding.

 

"Whatever it is, it will be miraculous."

 

I crawl stealthily up her languid, naked body and lazily lick every inch of her, starting with the armpits. She squirms and thrums in supine satisfaction. I complete my vagabond venture with a slow drag up her inner thigh and find my forever home in the inviting folds of her vulva.

 

As much as I've found my happy face in Auntie's ass, it's more like visiting an amusement park, while being nestled into Auntie's pussy brings me the nourishing, cozy comforts of home. My face feels tailor-made to fit in her labia's welcoming embrace – my chin rests peacefully so my slightly parted lips can release my tongue into her vagina, my cheekbones hugged by her warm, open vulva and my nose pressed against her clitoris, and I peek through the thick bush atop her musky mound. She lies passively the whole time and I watch her breasts bob buoyantly whenever I slide my tongue further in. Tucking in for an eternity, I spoil ourselves with the mellowest mouth fucking in human history.

 

A half dozen halcyon climaxes later, my tongue is consecrated with one last coating of orgasmic fluids and I train a lightheaded look into my lover's lubricious lady parts.

 

"You smell so good after coming so much."

 

"Mmm...my soulmate..."

 

"Oh, Auntie..." I crawl up her curvy figure and convey quim-soaked kisses to Becca's lips. My woozy head snuggles into her cushy breast and my legs entwine around her athletic thigh.

 

Auntie smacks her chops: "Mmm...I don't taste half-bad, either."

 

"You taste...like all the most decadent pastries I've ever had rolled into one."

 

"High praise indeed. You do love your pastries."

 

"Damn right, I do..."

 

The next thing I know, Auntie is staring lovingly into my face and I feel rested. I must have nodded off.

 

"How embarrassing. I thought the one who had twelve orgasms was supposed to be the one to crash immediately."

 

"You were working hard to keep your Auntie happy."

 

"How long was I out?"

 

"About twenty minutes."

 

"Why didn't you wake me?"

 

"Wouldn't dream of it. You're so cute when you're sleeping...I love watching you."

 

I remember back to the morning how beautiful my slumbering auntie was and I totally get it.

 

I disentangle from Auntie and lie on my back to stretch out my stiff legs – one at a time, I point my toes and bring a straight leg back to hug to my face for a good warm-up. Then I flop my body on the bed spread-eagled and take a few deep breaths.

 

"Mmm...I'm so relaxed. Oh, wait! I wanna try the awesome thing you were doing to impress Mae in the woods earlier..."

 

Auntie's rose-hued cheeks watch me get one leg behind my head without assistance, but I need to use my hands to wedge my other foot in place.

 

"You make it look so easy."

 

"Well..." Auntie cozies up to my keister. "...I've had a lot of practice." Her comforting licks in my asshole match my mellow mood.

 

"Mmm...from now on, you'd best not be twisting yourself in knots for anyone but me. And Mae. And the other eleven girls who come to Mae's orgy..."

 

"I'm all yours, angel." I swear, if I could bottle and sell the look in Auntie's eyes as she adoringly eats me, the world would be a peaceful place. "Aren't we part of Mae's eleven?"

 

"She said at least eleven, but you and I both know she needs thirteen."

 

"You're such a good lunar goddess."

 

She drags her tongue sloooooooooooooowly up my butt crack and an even loooooooooooooooooooooger drag back down with the underside of her tongue, several times, over and over.

 

And then...

 

"Ohhhhhh...your lips feel so pleasant on my anus, Auntie. I love how you're putting your whole mouth on me and then sliding your lips down like...like..."

 

"This is how you eat ice cream. All lips, no tongue."

 

"So, you HAVE been watching me."

 

"Always." She carries on tasting me like this for a while.

 

And then...

 

"Oh, yes, Auntie...sink your fingers deep inside me...just like that; nice and easy. You eat my ass so tenderly and fuck my pussy so gently. How many niecey-pieceys get to feel like this with their sexy aunties?"

 

Becca snickers into my crevice. "I think the answer would surprise us both. There is only one niecey-piecey, however."

 

She smiles at my butthole while the sole movement is the moderate pumping of her middle and ring fingers in and out of my honey pot.

 

"My Auntie fucks me so sweetly. I love being at your mercy; I trust you unconditionally. I want you to do everything to me."

 

Auntie's eyes gleam scampishly.

 

"My life has suddenly become a whole lot more fun." She wags her tongue pokily in my pucker and goes cross-eyed from the freaky flavor.

 

My head swims too as my two most intimate openings are pampered prodigiously. The pace she set is unchanging, and yet...

 

I whisper, "Keep fucking me just like that, baby. I love you so much...I'm about to make us both so happy..."

 

I make it rain all over Auntie's hair and, for the first time, all over myself. Warmth of my own creation sprinkles down on me and I lie my arms above my head to receive the boon of total hydration.

 

It seems to be a matter of minutes before my spritzing tapers off, and our soft sighs are the perfect accompaniment to the pitter-patter of subsiding scattered showers.

 

"You are a wonder," Auntie purrs and proceeds to lap up every drop of my squirt from my body. She pauses before reaching my feet to admire my contorted condition.

 

"Mmm...my little pretzel girl."

 

Auntie's supersized swaying knockers splendidly smack my face while she feasts on feet and arches her back to curl into a ball so we can make contact, coochie-to-coochie. She rubs and rubs against my well waxed vulva, triggering another punani tsunami.

 

Our bodies become so thoroughly doused, we feel like one complete, contented puddle.

 

"Still need that second shower, baby?" I kid.

 

"Never! I don't wish to bathe in anything but you again!" She can't stop nipping at my toes. "I love that you call me baby..."

 

"Oh...yeah...I hope you know I don't mean it in some infantilizing way..."

 

"No, I know you're being sweet. And you know I'm keen on a little humiliation here and there. Besides, your goddesshood is far elder than mine."

 

"Is it?"

 

Auntie obviously wants to say more, but she just smiles and nods tentatively.

 

"No one ever talks to me about where I come from."

 

"We will."

 

"I know, I know...when I'm ready."

 

"You're ready, angel...we're not."

 

I choose not to push and just enjoy the heat emanating from Auntie's body, until...

 

"Ah, dangit! We never got Mae her ice cream..."

 

"What?" Aunt Becca laughs at my randomness.

 

"Remember she wanted to go for ice cream when we were fooling around in the forest?"

 

"I'm sure that was just a fleeting impulse."

 

I stare into Auntie's eyes imploringly.

 

"Masha...I'm so comfortable..."

 

"Please? You know you want to see her."

 

"Well...you have me there."

 

We rise to freshen up, put on our witchiest dresses, and venture out barefoot into the twilight to find our redheaded destiny.

 

(to be continued...)

 

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