Wintergor. Part 5
I couldn't find anything better for myself than to press my face back against Aunt Marina's swollen pussy, which made her suddenly jerk and push me away with her hand.
"Had enough to drink or what?" she looked at me, not so kindly anymore. "Go on, they're waiting for you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. After all, she had just used me, just fucked me over, promised she'd protect me, promised anything just so I'd eat her out to her satisfaction. And now, having thoroughly enjoyed my tongue, she was pushing me away and even looking at me with something like disgust. I looked at her in confusion.
"Why?" She frowned questioningly,
raised her eyebrows, sat up again, and spread her knees wide apart. Once more, her pussy looked like a dinosaur's gaping maw, though this time without the saliva, but red, and you could even see the 'throat'. "If you've become a 'man'," she smiled, "then keep up appearances. You gotta understand, bunny, if you act all broken like a virgin, they'll fuck you like a virgin they tricked into sex. But if you do it with pleasure, they'll respect you for your talents and fight over you." I looked at her and couldn't believe my ears. She was still shaming me for having eaten her out, and also shaming me for not wanting to do it. Confusion arose in my head again about what was actually good and what was bad."Aunt Marina, I want to stay with you, I liked you," I uttered.
"Well, that's good," she leaned towards me and patted my cheek. "Alright, I'll talk to her now, you sit here." She got up from the couch, straightened her clothes, and left the room. I don't know what they talked about, I didn't hear, but about 10 minutes later she came back in, walked over to me, stroked my head. "Go on, bunny, to Irka's room, and don't be afraid of anything, go on." And she slapped my butt. On wobbly legs, I approached the once 'coveted' door, pulled myself together, and entered Irka's room. She was sitting cross-legged on her twin bed, applying lipstick in front of a small mirror she held in her hands.
"Come in, winter-fucker," Irka muttered without taking her eyes off the mirror, pointing her finger at a spot on the floor in front of her.
"Sit here." I sat down as I already understood. Without looking away from her, I heard, "So listen up." Still not looking at me, Irka continued, "You understand what you've become, right? You've become a down-and-out loser, and now in principle you should introduce yourself in any company as someone who ate me out." Here she thought for a moment and added, "Out to a girl, I mean, and even to girls, to be honest. Your life is now divided into before and after. The fact that you eat girls out is no longer your private business but public. You can't drink from a common glass or sit at a common table anymore. Of course, you can just avoid societies where you need to present yourself as a normal person and not advertise yourself, but I, as a proper girl, am not going to keep quiet about you! And don't beg, don't. The only thing I can promise you is if you give me a lick-job like you just did for mommy, then I'll take you under my wing, so to speak, and you'll be with me and do what I say, how I say, and for whom I say. Otherwise, you'll start by licking everyone in a row, then sucking, and then they'll fuck your ass like a fag." Here she corrected herself. "Well, why 'like'..." After these words, she looked me in the eyes. That look was chilling, and I couldn't bear it, lowering my own eyes. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes," I answered, nodding, still not daring to look her in the eyes.
"The fact that Sashka is the same as you, mother doesn't know and doesn't need to know," Irka continued. "Understood?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Today you're staying to eat mother out," Irka started applying her lipstick again. "That's all, you're free." I stood up and was about to leave when I heard from behind, "Hey, eater, be at my beck and call." Without turning around, I nodded my head and left.
In the room, Aunt Marina was waiting for me, smiling at me again.
"See," she looked at me, "I promised everything would be okay. Look at you, alive and well. Tonight, you and I are celebrating!" I walked over and sat on the couch, lowering my head a little. "Don't worry, bunny," Aunt Marina patted me cheerfully. "Let's go see Lariska, get some moonshine from her."
Aunt Larisa lived in the same building but two floors up. She was probably already over fifty, but she still looked quite attractive and fit. I nodded in agreement, and together with Aunt Marina, we went to Aunt Larisa's. She opened the door, and we entered the hallway. There, Aunt Marina and Aunt Larisa went into the kitchen and started whispering about something. I began to worry they were whispering about me, but I pushed those thoughts away. When they returned, Aunt Larisa came first, looked me up and down with an appraising glance, and as she passed by me, she said right to my face,
"Well, come on then, if that's how it is." She walked, swaying her hips, into her room. I followed her with my eyes but remained standing as if rooted to the spot. I certainly understood what she meant. Aunt Marina came up to me from the side, put her arm around my shoulders, and said,
"Bunny, go do for Larisa what you did for me." She ruffled my hair. I cautiously, with the look of a confused fool, stared at Aunt Marina. "Go on, go on, bunny, and she'll give us some moonshine for the evening. You do want to continue with me tonight, right?" Smiling, she kissed me on the forehead. "Come on, go already, she's waiting for you." She slapped my butt again. "Just don't let me down there, I'll wait here." And she pushed me in the back.
I entered the room where Aunt Larisa was sitting on a chair by the desk. She was wearing a tracksuit and looking at me with a sly smile.
"Well, come on, but no foreplay," she started the conversation right away. "Sit." She pointed her hand to the floor in front of her. "Eat me out." She patted herself between the legs. "Debt cleared, and get the fuck out of here." She waved her hand. "Keep in mind, if I don't like it, you get fuck all."
"Yes," she looked at me. "I'll have to suck you off." With these words, she pulled my head towards her exposed clitoris. "Just be careful, come on, just embrace it with your lips and suck, come on." Aunt Larisa looked at me. I started sucking it, making back-and-forth movements with my head under the guidance of her hand. Aunt Larisa started moaning and sighing, continuing to hold my head not too hard but firmly, continuing the same back-and-forth movements. I kept sucking as she told me, even thinking that sucking her pussy was much easier than licking Aunt Marina's pussy.
"Put a finger in," I heard Aunt Larisa say. By feel, I inserted my finger into her rather tight pussy. "Move it, damn it," Aunt Larisa prompted me. After a few minutes of sucking, Aunt Larisa started to cum, pressing me against her pussy, or rather against her clitoris, with her forehead, which was noticeably and palpably pulsating.
"Pass," Aunt Larisa said, pushing me away and standing up from the chair, pulling her pants and panties back on. "Let's go." She wiped her hand on me. When we came out of the room, Aunt Marina was looking at me, as it seemed to me, somewhat affectionately.
"Well, how was it?" Aunt Marina addressed Aunt Larisa.
"Fine," Aunt Larisa cut her off, taking a bottle of moonshine out of the cupboard. "One bottle, one suck." She looked at me and Aunt Marina. "Or rather, one eat-out." She smiled at me. "For your, as they say, eat-out, any whim." She patted my head quite warmly. "And as agreed, the debts are cleared too." She looked at me again and added,
"Licked clean."