Wintergor. Part 7
Actually, Aunt Marina was already very drunk, and probably because of that, or maybe of course because I licked her ass, she kept picking on me.
"You're a piece of shit, how could you even stoop so low? How could you lick a pussy, you're a faggot and you'll get fucked and you'll be a faggot and you'll suck until you're sick and you'll swallow all kinds of cum, you fucking ass-licker, you'll eat shit, they'll piss in your mouth," continued Aunt Marina in an almost hysterical, completely drunken voice. I felt very hurt at that moment, because I had done so much for her today—I licked her, I licked for her, I supported her in conversation, and thinking of gratitude, I kissed her ass and didn't expect at all that she would turn out to be such an ungrateful bitch.
"I tricked you into licking me, you fool, you started licking me, which means you'll do it for everyone, you bitch, you licked Irka, you probably licked someone else too, you bitch, you probably sucked too, you piece of shit," continued Aunt Marina, even grabbing me by the scruff of my neck sometimes and slapping my cheeks. I started crying and whimpering from such an attack, which only further provoked Aunt Marina and she continued
"You fucking creature, I gave to you as a person, but you didn't understand anything, you even lick ass, you're a whore and a prostitute, I even sold you today, you bitch, you licked pussy for my debts and you'll do it again, do you understand that you licked for this bottle?"—poking her finger into my chest, Aunt Marina asked—"Get the fuck out of here, you piece of shit, and don't you dare cry, it won't help you, you dickhead, and don't you dare come near Sashka, my son, anymore"—Aunt Marina started pushing me out of the apartment—"Go fuck yourself"—she slammed the door behind me.
Left outside the door, I heard some rustling from above and looked through the banister upstairs and was surprised to see the eyes of Aunt Larisa, who was standing in the stairwell smoking.
"Come here," I heard Aunt Larisa's voice. Not daring to resist, I went up, all the while thinking what to tell her in my defense, for what Aunt Marina had kicked me out.
"Had enough?" asked Aunt Larisa, taking a drag of her cigarette—"Got involved with a drunk, you silly boy, and with such talents you could be living the high life." I looked at her, understanding that she was probably right, and just listened without making a sound, because she had no idea how I ended up in such a situation.
"Well, little one,"—Aunt Larisa put her arm around me—"Will you lick me some more?"—she looked at me somewhat possessively, pressing me slightly to herself—"That is, will you suck?"—she stroked my lips with her hand—"What a working mouth and such nice lips, but Marinka, she's a whore and a drunk, she just wants to drink and fuck and then 'fuck off,' but I'm not like that"—she spoke in a half-whisper into my ear—"Come to my place, I'll take you in"—without waiting for my answer, she pulled me towards her apartment, and I, not resisting, gave in and went.
It was good that she didn't start prying about what happened; I didn't have to lie that Aunt Marina flew into a rage because I kissed her ass. When we entered her apartment, she, just as silently as before, waited for me to take off my shoes, took me by the hand, and pulled me into the same room where the bed was already unmade.
"Come on, suck me off, little one"—apparently, she really liked the word "suck off." She exposed herself only from the bottom, or rather, took off her pants and panties, lay on her back, and placed a pillow under her ass (I didn't understand at all why she put the pillow there at the time). When she placed the pillow under her ass, her pelvis ended up higher than her body, and when I settled between her legs, it was indeed quite comfortable (where did she learn that, flashed through my mind).
Aunt Larisa again took her clitoris and pulled it back with her fingers—"Hug it with your lips"—placing her other hand on my head as well, she pressed me to her vulva. I somehow didn't even realize how, so simply, not resisting at all anymore, and even somewhat familiarly, I started sucking off her huge clitoris, setting the pace with my head under the guidance of her hand.
"Mmmmm," she moaned—"Yessss"—moving her hips, she continued fucking my mouth—"Suck, suck"—Aunt Larisa didn't stop—even helping by jerking her clitoris with her hands—"Suck, bitch, suck"—she pressed her pussy with the clitoris into me, which seemed to take up half my mouth; the clitoris was indeed big, and it even seemed to me that when I was sucking it off (and I was sucking it off by creating a vacuum), it became a little bigger and continued to grow—"Finger, bitch, finger"—Aunt Larisa groaned and seemed to command—"Biiiiiiitch"—she groaned when I inserted and pushed my little finger into her narrow vulva—"More, more, more"—the pace of her hips increased, and I continued sucking her clitoris while increasing the movements of my little finger under her body movements, impaling Aunt Larisa on my finger.
Her lubrication flowed over my fingers and hand, making my whole hand wet, but I kept trying, being between Aunt Larisa's legs, who would slow down the pace and then increase it. She probably didn't want to come too quickly and was prolonging her pleasure. But still, after about fifteen to twenty minutes, Aunt Larisa finally came. I stopped any movements and prepared for my head to be crushed, tensing my head. However, there was no such squeezing as with Aunt Marina, and Aunt Larisa just lay there breathing heavily, twitching all over, spreading her legs apart, while I lay there not daring to move and breathed into her pulsating clitoris. After Aunt Larisa's orgasm ended, I just lay there between her legs; she looked at me, and I, looking at her, for some reason unexpectedly licked her pussy and as if licked up the cum that stretched from her pussy to my tongue; I liked it myself, and I licked again; apparently, she liked it too, and she wet her two fingers in her vagina, shoved them into my mouth, and I sucked them; after that, she repeated it and, lifting herself up a bit on her elbows,
"Suck everything out of me"—suddenly I heard from her something between a request and an order. I started sucking the clitoris again, but she stopped me with her palm on my forehead and, lifting her pelvis, placed her pussy, or rather her vagina, to my mouth, and I, embracing it with my lips, began making sucking movements, sucking out everything that was there, and sometimes breaking away to swallow everything that ended up in my mouth.
"Do you like me?" she asked me with eyes half-closed in pleasure.
"Uh-huh," I nodded, continuing to suck her vagina.
"Do you want to eat me?"—as if she asked a question she didn't expect an answer to.
"Uh-huh," I responded again.
"I'm going to piss now"—pressing me with her hands, Aunt Larisa said; I didn't expect that and, a bit stunned, jerked, but her hands held me tightly, and since I was sucking her vagina, I basically continued doing it without closing my mouth. I felt something liquid flowing into my mouth, not disgusting but similar to just water (could this really be urine, I thought, not believing it wasn't disgusting at all); I continued swallowing portions, but suddenly my mouth filled up strongly and my cheeks puffed out; this fluid gushed from my nostrils, and I coughed and tore away from her pussy, while a stream of urine hit my forehead and eyes, which I managed to squeeze shut.
I immediately, somehow intuitively, pressed my lips to the pussy again and as if tried to plug the leak in the pipe; however, my mouth instantly filled up again and my cheeks puffed out, and again her strong pressure burst out, drenching both me and her; her hands held my head tightly, and her legs lay on my shoulders, but I could still sometimes break free and as if drain or spit her urine from my mouth onto the bed and then suck again (thoughts were flying through my head—how will I go home all sucked off). When she stopped pissing, she just looked at me lying on her already wet bed.
"What's your name, anyway?"—she suddenly asked me with a smile and, not waiting for an answer, continued—"Damn, you didn't even introduce yourself, my little pussy-licker, you just suck like a vacuum cleaner"—she had already pushed me away—"Well, you earned the bottle."
After letting me go, she swung her leg over me, stood up, went towards the wardrobe, took out a bottle of moonshine, and handed it to me.
"Here, you earned it after all."
"Can I spend the night at your place?" I asked her, realizing that in such a pissed-on state, it wasn't an option for me to go anywhere.
"Wow, you're something else," Aunt Larisa smiled—"Then you'll have to work some more! Agreed?"—she asked me a question, the answer to which she probably didn't even care about.
"Yes," I answered; hearing my answer, which was probably unimportant to her, she took the sheet and mattress off the bed and carried them to the balcony.
"Help me, come on," she addressed me; I took the end of the mattress and helped carry it to the balcony.
"Lick my ass"—she lay back on the bed and lifted her legs high, so that her ass practically popped out of its buns—"Come on, I'm waiting"—I was completely taken aback by this offer, because just recently Aunt Marina had scolded me as an ass-licker for exactly this and even kicked me out, and now this woman herself was offering me to lick her ass. I didn't hesitate, because from her eyes I understood that she wouldn't accept a refusal, and I extended my pursed lips to her ass.
"With your tongue, into my ass, come on"—I heard her demand after I touched her hole with my lips—"Tongue into my ass."
Not feeling any disgust for some reason anymore, and probably trying to raise my self-esteem, which Aunt Marina had crushed below the baseboard, I stuck out my tongue and inserted it into Aunt Larisa's wrinkled anus (thinking that licking ass wasn't really that shameful after all). As soon as I stuck my tongue into her ass, I immediately got a sharp stream of gas into my mouth, which made me immediately pull back and heard Aunt Larisa rolling with laughter (there was a sweetish taste in my mouth).
"I'm fucking amazed by you"—Aunt Larisa continued laughing—"You've earned the night's stay now, sleep over there"—she waved her hand towards the sofa standing in the corner of the room—"I'll call if I need anything"—Aunt Larisa continued laughing and added—"If you're too lazy to go to the toilet."
As I was going to sleep, while falling asleep, I thought over my day today and for some reason caught myself thinking—will Aunt Larisa give me the bottle of moonshine?