Aunt Lida 4

After classes ended, I dutifully stopped by the rector's office, met Olga, our boss's secretary, in the reception area. Olga, who also doubles as the university rector, Alina Romanovna's secretary. Olga smiled and informed me that there had been no instructions and she was heading home. All day long, the demonic one hadn't summoned me once, and there wasn't a single message on my phone, neither from her nor from Aunt Lida. After retrieving my coat from the cloakroom, I leisurely stepped outside. The air carried a hint of dampness; autumn, having painted the city in all shades of russet, was asserting its authority. Reaching home by taxi, I quickly slipped into the building entrance.

I insert the key into the door, turn it, and enter the hallway. Casually, I toss my leather briefcase with notebooks onto the console table and sit on the soft pouf, stretching out my tired legs, and take off my shoes. I feel the warmth and coziness of my temporary refuge in Aunt Lida's apartment. I stood up, took off my coat, shook off the water droplets, hung it on a hanger, picked up my briefcase, and listened. In the living room, there were some rustling sounds and quiet conversation. I unmistakably recognized Aunt Lida's voice and the boss's, but it seemed there was someone else too.

A treacherous, sweet languor tightened my lower abdomen, and I literally felt the scent of lust and wild desire in the air.

My senses didn't deceive me. In the living room, settled in the corner of the sofa, reclining against the backrest, lay Aunt Lida. Her eyes were half-closed, she was moaning softly. Her feet were being held in someone's palms, and her toes were being kissed by a not-young woman, kneeling low on the floor on all fours.

The woman's eyes were blindfolded with a black ribbon.

Standing with her back to me was Alina Romanovna, dressed in black lingerie, adorned with black stiletto heels. The boss held a paddle (a leather slapper on the end of a long rod) in her right hand and was lightly spanking the woman on her buttocks.

And only then did I realize who this woman was.

Moo...m, without moving my lips, I whispered quietly, with a sigh of surprise and some kind of confusion.

I felt blood rush to my face, my legs began to tremble. I quickly walked down the hallway to my room, in shock from what I had seen.

I quietly closed the door to my room and froze, pressing my ear against the door, trying to make out what was happening there.

Oooh, yes bitch, d..., ...ck, . . .e, cu...t, fragments of phrases reached me.

Li...k ...t, — the slap of the paddle.

I'm afraid to move, standing with my face pressed against the door. Thoughts are racing through my head

— Mom, you, how, but...

About a minute passed, the remarks became clearer and harsher.

— Lick the pussy, bitch!, — came the command from the demonic one.

I was trembling, my hands wouldn't obey, my face was literally burning. And I felt that very feeling which is the essence of my being a pussy-licker; my lower abdomen tightened, my vagina began to contract, my panties became wet. Now I wanted to be noticed, discovered, and ordered to lick and please the adult women.

My excitement was growing. Unnoticed by myself, I suddenly felt my hand under my dress, already teasing my clitoris.

The door swung open sharply in front of me.

— And how much longer are you going to stand there?, — Alina Romanovna said with a slight smile.

— I, I no, mistress, — I answered incoherently, ready to kneel.

— March to the living room, bitch!, — the mistress commanded habitually and slapped the paddle against the doorjamb next to me.

Without delay, I pulled my dress off over my head and hurried into the hall on stiff legs.

Aunt Lida was still reclining on the sofa, her left leg thrown over the back, and was now moaning louder.

— Mom, still with her eyes blindfolded, was tenderly and diligently licking Auntie's labia minora, while sticking her rear end up, kneeling on all fours, her knees on the carpet.

I stood next to them, slightly to the side, and automatically covered my breasts with my hands.

— Hands behind your back!, — came the command and a slap of the paddle on my left breast.

Putting my hands behind my back, I continued to watch how diligently and skillfully mom was pleasing Aunt Lida.

Aunt Lida placed her palm on mom's head and began to guide her, while making louder sounds of pleasure.

— Did you miss it, whore?, — Auntie asked my mom on an exhale, — I see you missed it, can't tear you away, — she smiled.

My gaze was drawn to mom's ass, which the mistress, standing nearby, immediately noticed.

— On your knees!, — she commanded me.

My thoughts simultaneously darted between confusion and arousal.

— Mom and I, we are pussy-lickers, both she and I," — thoughts raced through my head, causing the arousal to grow and completely consume me.

I slowly knelt down behind my mom.

— Bitch, caress this whore's ass, — the mistress commanded with a light chuckle.

I looked at mom's slightly plump, rounded rear end and saw, in the folds of her buttocks, the pink ring of her anus.

— Well!, — the demonic one continued and slightly directed my head with her hand.

Doubts and confusion swirled in my head. Yes, we sometimes slept together with mom, on cold winter evenings, falling asleep in an embrace after reading some book.

— But this, how? I don't know," — my lips gently touched the anus.

I felt the tender, smooth edges of the little hole; the anus clenched slightly and relaxed again.

Mom moaned softly into Aunt Lida's pussy.

Aunt Lida, with a satisfied smile on her face, looked at me and gave a slight nod.

With a barely perceptible chemistry that had happened between us, I nodded with my eyes to Auntie, as if receiving approval. With my thin tongue, I traced around the ring and ran it down the perineum towards the entrance to the vagina, my sense of smell detecting mom's sweet and until now unfamiliar scent.

— The ass, I said!, — Alina Romanovna took my hair in a bun with her hand and began to guide me.

With my soft, broad tongue, I covered mom's anus and began to lick it, moistening it. I felt a tremor in her buttocks; she clearly liked it. She began to breathe deeper and lick Auntie's pussy more intensely.

The mistress, standing behind me, periodically slapped mom's buttocks with the paddle, causing her to let out slight cries and whisper thank you.

— Deeper, bitch!, — I received the next command and gently inserted my tongue into her asshole to its full length, kissing the anus with my lips.

Mom began to tremble all over and slipped her hand towards her own pussy.

— Who allowed that?, — a shout came from above, and immediately the paddle came down on mom's back, making a bright, burning sound.

Mom immediately removed her hand.

I shuddered and set to work with my tongue, moving my head back and forth, caressing the smooth, firm walls.

Aunt Lida let out a drawn-out moan; her left thigh began to shake involuntarily.

— Aaah, oooo, bitch, ooooh yes Verochka, yeees.

Aunt Lida pinched her nipples with her fingers and began to come, moving her pelvis, increasing the pressure of her clitoris on mom's mouth.

Alina Romanovna walked around us from the side and, slapping mom's buttocks with the paddle, ordered her to crawl after her, holding her by the neck and setting the direction.

Mom followed her.

The demonic one sat in the armchair to the right of the sofa and spread her thighs, having first removed her panties. She was stroking her pussy with her palm and looking at my mom with a smile.

Mom positioned herself right in front of her, her face between her thighs.

— Mouth wider!, the mistress commanded.

Mom opened her mouth wide and immediately received a juicy spit and a slap.

— Has it been a long time since you licked, bitch?!

— A long time, Mistress Alina, — mom answered quietly.

In complete confusion, I watched what was happening; my feelings were mixed. I felt sorry for mom, and at the same time I understood that she is just like me, and I am like her; we are pussy-lickers, and this is our essence.

Aunt Lida walked past me and began performing some manipulations behind me.

— Bitch, get on your elbows and lift your rear!, Auntie commanded me.

I immediately moved into the knee-elbow position and waited.

— Well now, girl, it's time for you to become a woman, — Aunt Lida slapped my butt with her palm.

I understood what she wanted to do, and everything inside me clenched. I was overcome with fear.

— Relax, my dear, — Aunt Lida began to stroke my perineum and gently tease between my labia minora with her finger.

It seemed to me that everything was dry there. After some time, I felt a slight coolness on my tender, hot little pussy. Auntie squeezed some lubricant from a tube and began moistening my lips and the entrance to my vagina.

I felt a finger slowly and gently enter me. It didn't hurt. The finger began to move faster, and I got used to the feeling of fullness.

My pussy became wet; natural lubrication was added.

I turned my head to the right. Mom was sensually and diligently licking the demonic one's pussy. Alina Romanovna was guiding mom's face, holding her hair with her left hand, with her right periodically slapping her.

On the mistress's face, pleasure from superiority, from dominance, was clearly visible. Such is her essence.

I felt something tender, yet massive and firm, touch my vagina. My labia minora began to stretch, and the entrance to my vagina widened.

Auntie let out a slight gasp and rocked her hips.

All my sensations descended into my vagina. The head of the strap-on slowly but persistently widened me, sliding along the walls. I arched my back and felt a surge of even greater arousal. My head spun. I looked ahead at the back of the sofa and gasped quietly when the strap-on went in a little deeper and began to pull back out, and then forward again a little deeper. I felt how the relentless artificial member was filling me, and only a thin hymen prevented it from going further, deeper. I feel tension, a slight burning, and yes, the member entered me completely.

— Aaahhh Auntie!, — I cried out and bit my lower lip.

I turned my head to the right.

With a haze of insane passion and excitement in her eyes, mom was looking at me. Without showing any emotion in her expression, as if resignedly, she lowered her head between the mistress's thighs and continued to lick her.

My confusion grew, yet I felt something I hadn't experienced before. I was being filled by a cock, albeit an artificial one. But this feeling is incomparable.

Aunt Lida was now fucking me with full amplitude, lightly slapping my round behind. I was making inarticulate sounds and pinching my nipples one after the other with my fingers.

— Caress the clitoris!, — Auntie commanded.

I covered the area of my clitoris with my palm and began to tease it through the hood.

— Ooohmm, uuufff, — I began to breathe heavily.

From the right came wet sounds of the mistress's sloshing pussy and mom's skillful tongue.

— Aaaaa, fuck yeeees, — Alina Romanovna was now shouting, — Vera, you haven't changed, ooooh goood, — the mistress trembled.

— Aaaahhh, hhuuuhh, — I was thrusting back for Auntie.

Almost simultaneously with the mistress, we flew off into a world of sweet oblivion. Orgasm overtook me unexpectedly and brightly.

Morning came.

I was sitting in the kitchen, having made myself coffee, in no hurry, I added a little condensed milk. Today is a day off, so...

Mom entered the kitchen. She went to the water cooler and filled a glass, not raising her eyes to me.

I look at mom.

— Mo...m, — Mom interrupted me.

— Sasha, my daughter, — she raised her gaze to me.

I look questioningly into her eyes.

— I never told you, — mom sat down at the table across from me and took a sip of water, — but Lida, Alina, and I are good friends.

I continued to look at her and smiled slightly.

— Mom, it's all good. I'm a grown girl and I understand everything. Our breed is like that; we are pussy-lickers.

Mom smiled and hugged me. Kissed me on the lips.

— Sasha, you are in good hands.