Female Domination - The Beginning. Part 4

Roman was trying very hard, licking Dasha's pussy, who was gently encouraging him, like a lover. She was nothing like the rough Anya, and he really wanted to lick her and give her pleasure; she seemed to feel this too and was gently moving her hips to meet him, massaging her breasts. Roman licked and sucked every fold of her little pussy, which was constantly getting wet, either on its own or from his saliva, but Dasha's pussy was tasty—that was the exact thought Roman caught in his head. He didn't yet know how to lick properly, so he was trying to sense the rhythm of her body's movements and hear hints from her.

"Put a finger in! Pleeease,"

Dasha asked him with a moan.

"Lick, lick, don't stop,"

Dasha moaned—

"Lick here,"

she pointed with her finger to the spot where the folds of her pussy met at the top—

"That's the clitoris, be careful with it and gentle,"

Dasha kept asking, not falling silent—

"Keep going, yes, yes, like that, gentler, don't press too hard,"

sometimes she pushed him away by putting a hand on his forehead—

"Yes, yes, keep going, suck it, gentler, lick it, with your finger gentler, bitch,"

sometimes Dasha did get a little rude after all.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Anya was drilling the trembling Sergey with her gaze.

"Say cunnilingus,"

Anya said with a predator's smile, spreading her naked legs wider.

"Nooooo,"

Sergey drawled out with a stupid smile.

"I knew you'd say that,"

Anya didn't stop smiling—

"but I thought you were smarter and wouldn't resist, baby, you're going to lick it anyway!"

"I don't want to,"

Sergey said quietly, lowering his eyes.

"I don't give a fuck whether you want to or not,"

Anya said, picking up a fork—

"so you don't want to do it the nice way?"

"Don't,"

Sergey got seriously scared.

"Fuck it, let's talk! Why don't you want to?"

she put the fork back on the table.

"I don't know how, I've never licked,"

Sergey said, catching his breath a little.

"I'll teach you, don't worry."

"I'll throw up, I can't."

"Are you a fag or something? Don't you like the female body?"

"No, I'm not a fag, I've never had a girlfriend."

"A virgin?"

"Yes."

"Sit closer to me, buddy,"

she moved a stool toward herself and patted it with her palm, as if calling a little dog to her.

"I don't want to."

"Sit!"

Anya shouted a little at Sergey, and he moved from his stool to the one she had placed in front of herself.

"Kiss my hand,"

she extended her hand to his face.

"Why?"

"What, are you going to puke from a woman's hand too? Are you really a fag or something?"

Sergey kissed Anya's hand, understanding that she wouldn't stop at this, but he was too scared to resist her.

"Well, good boy,"

she stroked his head—

"and now kiss my foot."

"I won't kiss a foot."

"Well, you asked for it,"

Anya picked up the fork again and brought it to his neck, pressing so that the fork dug into Sergey's skin.

"Please, Aunt Anya, don't,"

Sergey begged in a pleading voice.

Loud laughter from Anya and Yana rang out.

"Holy shit,"

Yana laughed—

"Aunt,"

Yana continued to burst with laughter.

"Well, have you licked before or something?"

Anya asked, looking into Sergey's eyes.

"No, no, I haven't licked."

"Well, then how did you know you'd throw up?"

"Let me go."

"Let's do this: you'll try it, and if you don't like it, then you won't have to lick! Okay?"

Anya made an offer.

"Okay,"

Sergey agreed, unexpectedly for himself.

In the room, Dasha continued to enjoy Roman's efforts.

"Put two fingers in, honey,"

Dasha moaned, massaging her breasts—

"I'm going to cum soon."

"See how hard your friend is trying over there!"

Anya continued the conversation with Sergey—

"And you're being difficult here, but Roman's a good guy! A super guy,"

Anya cooed, putting the fork back on the table—

"look here,"

Anya stuck her hand into her panties and pulled out her wet, shiny fingers, extending them to Sergey's face—

"kiss them!"

"I can't! I can't!"

Sergey pulled away from the fingers.

Anya stood up, went to the sink, washed her hand, came back, and sat in front of Sergey again, spreading her legs wide like a slut—

"and now kiss!"

she extended her fingers to him again. Sergey stretched out his lips and kissed her fingers, which immediately began to penetrate his mouth. With her other hand, she held Sergey by the back of his head and didn't let him pull back—

"I don't want to force you! I want it with love! With consent! I like you! Not like that slut Roman, who's now going in circles! See, Yanka is waiting for him to be free so she can go and waffle him too! You're not like that, are you?"

"No, not like that!"

Sergey tried to say somehow with two fingers in his mouth, and of course it came out a bit funny, making Yana giggle.

"It's just fingers! Suck them! It feels so good to me,"

Anya continued to purr in a sweet, monotonous voice, slightly closing her eyes. Sergey suddenly felt arousal, and his cock began to rise in his pants; he was a little ashamed that he was sucking fingers that had just been in a pussy, but for some reason he liked it and didn't dare spit them out.

"Great,"

Anya opened her eyes—

"sit between my legs, Seryozha,"

she began to pull him down toward her between her legs with her free hand. Sergey gave in; he couldn't say anything because Anya's fingers were still in his mouth. Sergey was already between Anya's legs—

"Kiss my foot,"

she took her fingers out, still singing sweetly. Sergey kissed her thigh from the top and then the inner side, getting on his knees in the process—

"Lick here gently with your tongue,"

Anya held Sergey with both hands now; he continued to lick her thigh and, under her gentle pressure, gradually moved closer to her panties.

"I'll kiss the panties."

Sergey, not daring to raise his eyes, kissed Anya on the upper part of her panties.

"Breathe on them, a little lower,"

Anya continued to guide Sergey toward the area of her pussy, whose smell Sergey had already caught, but he didn't resist, as arousal had already taken hold of him and he understood little, plus his will no longer obeyed him. Anya began to rub her panties against his face with her hips, up and down, then left and right, making Sergey feel that her panties had ridden up and he felt mucus on his lips; he didn't open his mouth, didn't stick out his tongue, pressed his lips together, and tried to pull away, but Anya's hands held him firmly and her legs also closed, not letting him out of this embrace.

"Quiet, quiet, honey,"

Anya began to sing again—

"everything's fine! Keep going, honey, and I'll even give it to you later."

At these words, Sergey calmed down a little again and pressed his face back to the panties, which Anya had already moved aside with her hand—

"open your mouth, stick out your tongue, honey,"

Anya continued. Sergey saw nothing but Anya's navel and belly, only feeling that his lips were already pressed tightly against her pussy. Still, under the never-ending encouraging words, Sergey opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick something slimy but not as disgusting as he had expected.

"Good boy, what a good boy,"

Anya purred with sighs.

"All right! He's licking!"

Sergey heard Yana's voice and, as if scalded, pulled away from Anya's weakened embrace. In front of him sat Anya with her legs spread wide, her panties pushed to the side, her pussy peeking out from under them, and she looked down at him, raising an eyebrow.

"What! Honey, didn't you like it that much? I really want to continue! Please keep going,"

Anya continued to coo just as sweetly, smiling—

"It's already happened! You didn't throw up,"

she felt between his legs with her foot—

"Look, your cock is already hard! We're going to fuck now! Just don't stop! Please,"

again Anya put a hand on his head and pushed him toward her pussy, which seemed to be asking for it too. Sergey yielded to Anya's hand and again pressed against her pussy.

"Lick, lick, honey,"

Anya said, throwing her head back. Sergey began to move his tongue as if licking ice cream—

"yessss!"

Anya rejoiced from above and began to move her hips more strongly in rhythm with his tongue.

"Take off my panties! They're in the way,"

Sergey heard Anya. He took her panties with his hands, and she, standing up a little, helped him take them off and sat back down in her place, taking him with both hands and pulling him back again.