Wintergor. Part 9
Aunt Larisa opened the door and, seeing me,
"You again?" she asked, widening her eyes in surprise. "Didn't get enough?" She gestured for me to come inside. "I knew you'd enjoy sucking me off, but it's just that my period started today."
"Aunt Larisa, I need a bottle," I mumbled shyly. "Aunt Marina sent me to you."
"What are you whining about? Where is she?" Aunt Larisa opened the door and shouted, "Marinka, come up to my place!" Aunt Marina entered the apartment, having come up from downstairs; Aunt Gelya apparently stayed downstairs on the landing.
"Marin, what's up? Is he just going to be your errand boy now?" she started what seemed like a confrontation. "Do you think he'll just lick me on your orders? Maybe I don't need it? Anyway, don't rush things, okay? Agreed?"
"Yeah," replied Aunt Marina. "Give me the bottle, don't be stingy. We won't rush things, I'll bring money next time. For now, just give it and leave him alone, because Gelya and I don't have much time."
"You're with Gelya? Why is she hiding? Why didn't she come in? She owes me, by the way, remind her." She continued and pointed at me. "You got lucky with him, I wrote off everything you owed. Okay, here you go." She handed her the bottle. "He did a pretty good job with his head last night." Then, looking at me, she stroked my cheek, running her thumb over my lips.
"He was with you last night?" Aunt Marina asked, surprised.
"Well, you, the whore, kicked him out, and where was he supposed to go? To kind Aunt Larisa. Where else? Anyway, here, take it and go already, and stop upsetting the boy." She hugged me. "He's trying so hard to please us, and you kicked him out in the middle of the night."
"Don't be mad, bunny," Aunt Marina said to me, pressing the bottle to herself. "I didn't mean any harm." She pointed to the bottle. "It's this bitch that affects me. I love you, bunny, okay? Agreed? You're not mad?" Aunt Marina opened the door and started to leave, turning her back.
"No," I answered. "I'm not mad." Although, to be honest, I was hurt about that night and today, when she and Aunt Gelya kept shaming me the whole way for kissing her ass, which Aunt Gelya herself had asked for.
"Okay," Aunt Larisa stroked my back. "Don't forget to visit your kind aunt, just come by, as a friend." She smiled at me and nudged me toward the door. "You'll sweetly suck me off in the evenings, and don't be afraid of anyone! If anything happens, come to me! I'll protect you."
Inspired by my new "protection," I ran home because I needed to get back to Irka, whom I admit I was scared to death of. Around eight in the evening, I knocked on Sanya's door, and Ira opened it for me.
"Where the fuck have you been, asshole?" Ira started attacking me right from the doorstep. I walked in and shrugged guiltily. I didn't want to tell her that I had already licked off her mother and her friend today, and had already run to Aunt Larisa for a bottle, then rushed home, quickly sorted out my things, and ran to her! To my... I didn't even know what to call Ira. She was the one who made my life before and after. At that moment, I saw Ira's friend Natashka peeking out from Sasha's room.
"Fucking bitch," she swore. "Comes here and ruins everything." She looked closely at me. "Is this the new one?" Hearing an affirmative answer from Ira, she went back into the room, and almost immediately I heard smacking sounds coming from there. Those sounds were quite familiar to me; they were the sounds of pussy licking. I realized that Sanya was currently licking Natashka's pussy. Aunt Marina, as I understood, wasn't home.
"Let's go," I saw Ira moving away from me, having closed the front door, heading to her room. "Come on," she waved her hand at me. I followed her. Entering the room, I saw Ira quickly and deftly take off her house robe, remove and set aside her panties on the bed, sit on the bed leaning her back against the wall, and spread her legs in a slutty way.
"Well, don't disappoint me," she said, lightly stroking her pussy. "Give me a lick, my little winter mountain." Taking off my sweater and shirt so as not to get dirty (I already had some experience), I lay on my stomach on the bed in front of Ira's spread legs and began gently licking and sucking her labia of various sizes, opening her pussy with my hands. I tried to please Ira, and I succeeded. Her scary pussy wasn't so scary anymore, since I had already seen enough of these pussies, and Irka's pussy wasn't scarier than the others.
"Wow, you fucking learned how to lick so well," she pushed her pussy toward me and started thrusting, holding herself up with her hands spread to the sides and still leaning her back against the wall. "Come on, fuck, come on," she looked straight into my eyes. "Work, bitch, good job, you fucking bastard, lick my pussy, you fucking winter mountain," she didn't stop, looked at me, and insulted me, apparently that turned her on even more. "Do you like licking my pussy?" she asked questions that maybe didn't need answers, but I nodded affirmatively and answered that yes, I liked it. "Do you love licking me, you little bitch?" Ira continued. "Don't stop, you little freak, lick my pussy, you creature, it's all yours, you little bitch, suck out all my wetness, it's fucking great, swallow, you whore, deep throat, come on, fuck, lick my pussy, you creature, bitch, I'm going to cum now, lick it all up, bitch, swallow everything, suck out my pussy, you little bitch."
Ira started to cum, not holding me with her hands or squeezing me with her legs, but just thrusting her pussy even more toward my face, arching and almost doing a bridge. Her legs trembled, then she lay back on the bed again, continuing to moan, and threw a leg over me, not hitting me hard with her knee, but then practically pushed me away with her foot, pressing against my head. "Get the fuck off, bitch," escaped her lips. "Fucking great," Ira practically basked in her bed. Wiping her wetness from my face with my hand, I sat next to her and kissed her on the knee, then started stroking her leg. Ira lay there looking at me and, as if embarrassed, covered her pussy with the blanket. "You like it yourself, right? Yes?"
"Yes," I answered, and, already like a cunning fox, added, "I like licking you, Ira."
"I knew you were a born licker," she continued, clearly enjoying the conversation she liked. "Do it again."
She threw off the blanket again, offering me her pussy for licking, spreading her legs wide once more. With a strained grimace of love, I set about licking Ira's pussy, sticky from slightly dried wetness. She now gently stroked me, clearly proud of herself, and thrusted lovingly too. She simply enjoyed my unhurried licking and didn't seem to want to cum anymore, but just, as she said, "I'm listening to how you lick me." I continued licking, enjoying her not at all evil, but sweet appearance. I felt so light at heart; now Ira was completely different. She was a good girl, slightly thrusting her pussy, rubbing it against my lips, and stroking my hair with her hand.
"We're having such a good time. Agreed?" I just nodded in agreement, continuing my licking, stroking her stomach with my hands.