Winterfell. Part 6
When we returned to the apartment, neither Irka nor Sashka were home; Irka had probably dragged Sashka along with her. Aunt Marina and I went into the room where we immediately poured shots and drank, as Aunt Marina said, to a successful deal. Blushing a little, I understood what she meant and smiled foolishly, drinking the first shot I had earned, which burned my throat, and after catching my breath, I took a bite.
"You're a good boy," Aunt Marina began, "see how useful you are now." I just shook my head, taking a bite of cucumber. "How did you like Larisa's pussy?"
"It's shaved," I said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Really?" Aunt Marina was a little surprised. "So you liked the shaved pussy?" Aunt Larisa continued the interrogation.
"Well, it's okay," I shrugged.
"Want me to shave mine for you too?" she asked me, pouring a second shot.
"I don't know," I answered, shrugging again.
"How about you shave it for me yourself?" Aunt Marina said, raising her glass and clinking it before downing the next shot. I drank too, and we had another bite. After that, Aunt Marina brought scissors from somewhere in the kitchen. "Here, take them," she handed them to me, and exposing herself, she sat on the edge of the sofa, spreading her legs and presenting me with her very overgrown pussy. "Start, but be careful." I took the scissors and knelt before her, carefully trimming the hairs, gathering them into tufts with my fingers and placing the cut hairs in a pile beside me.
"Good boy, bunny," Aunt Marina smiled at me, leaning back on her hands for comfort. "Taking care of your princess." I looked into her eyes and kissed her gently on the pubic area, and she in response stroked my head.
"I'm already jealous of you," Aunt Marina continued in a somewhat joking tone. "Whose tastes better? Answer, you little shit," she cooed in the same playful, slightly offended manner.
"Yours, Aunt Marina," I answered, continuing my intimate trimming. "Aunt Larisa's is—" I hesitated, realizing the absurdity of the situation, discussing which pussy tastes better.
"Which?" Aunt Marina encouraged me.
"Well—" I didn't even know how to tell her that I practically sucked her pussy rather than licked it, and honestly, Aunt Larisa's pussy was much more pleasant in taste, color, and shape. Her pussy was very neat except for the protruding bump at the top like a small member, which I couldn't get out of my head. Swallowing, I continued, "Well, hers is kind of not tasty and not pretty," I lied to Aunt Marina.
"That's nice," said a pleased Aunt Marina. "Well, sorry," she continued, "but you'll have to somehow lick her nasty pussy again." She stroked my head somewhat pitifully. "But then we'll be back in chocolate; maybe you'll even start licking for money later."
"What?" I even stopped trimming her pussy and froze a little in surprise. "I don't—"
"Oh, come on," Aunt Marina smiled at me again. "I was joking."
"Let's drink, Aunt Marina," I wanted to wriggle out of the next lick, which was obviously approaching, but Aunt Marina no longer wanted to hear me, and her hand just as unceremoniously and proprietarily landed on the back of my head.
"I'll probably die today," Aunt Marina whispered, throwing her head back and offering my gaze her triangular and beautiful chin, pushing me with her hand toward her now-shaved pussy. I opened my mouth and, unexpectedly for myself, sucked her lips into my mouth, remembering Aunt Larisa's pussy and large clitoris, and began sucking them, moving my head back and forth. She apparently liked it and took my head in both hands, leaning back again, throwing her legs over my back. "Suck, suck," I heard her. "See how you've learned," she continued, her head thrown back. "So you sucked Aunt Larisa's, huh?" Aunt Marina kept moaning, not letting up. "Keep it up." She began rubbing her clitoris from side to side with one hand, increasing the pace and thrusting her hips toward me.
The surge of her orgasm didn't keep me waiting, and already knowing she would squeeze my head tightly with her legs, I managed to free my face a little and breathed in air while her body, twitching, squeezed me with her hands and legs. My nose pressed against her anus, and to be honest, I didn't like it at all, as this was a new level of my humiliation, and a feeling of disgust overwhelmed me since I was practically pressing my nose against her asshole and breathing in air from it. But to my surprise, there was no foul smell, and for an inexplicable reason, I did something completely incomprehensible to me.
I touched the tip of my tongue to her wrinkled brown anal ring and realized it was completely in vain. I immediately lost all respect from Aunt Marina, as from her words, she had never even heard of someone licking someone else's ass. And if I was a "real man" because I licked her pussy, now I was just a lowly ass-licker, and the disgust in her eyes was frank.