Aunt Helen ran the tip of the dildo up and down the entire length of her niece's virginal pussy slash. She moved the tip Jo the mouth of the little blonde's fuck hole.
The dildo was strapped onto Aunt Helen's body. She was wearing it just as if it were really a huge dick. She began to push, and the diminutive towhead could feel her inner cunt lips opening further than they had ever opened before.
The little girl could feel the tip of that rubber pole on her cherry. She could feel her hymen stretching taut. She heard the tearing sound a fraction of a second before she felt the pain.
Then she screamed bloody murder with her agony as she felt as if she had been stabbed in the pussy with a red hot poker. Big tears welled in the girl's baby blue eyes.
"Should I stop? Does it hurt too much?"
"NO! FUCK DEEPER, AUNT HELEN!" her niece replied.
These were the words that Aunt Helen wanted to hear.
CHAPTER ONE
"Marina, have you ever masturbated?" Aunt Helen asked. They sat across from one another at the dinner table.
It was just the two of them there in that plush dining room. There was candlelight. They were drinking wine.
"That question certainly did come out of the blue," Marina Cockerham said to her aunt, shock in her voice.
"Please excuse me if the question seems so personal, Marina. I wanted to know if you were sexually active."
"I don't think that I have ever actually had a conversation with anyone about sex before," Marina said.
"You will find that it happens more and more frequently as you grow older," Aunt Helen said wisely.
Marina Cockerham was only sixteen years Old and she would have been the first to admit she didn't know much about life.
Aunt Helen-Helen Markham-was only thirteen years older than her niece. She was Marina's mother's younger sister.
Aunt Helen was a divorcee and lived in the big mansion on the Hudson that used to belong to her parents.
It was just she and the servants, until Marina came to stay. Marina's parents were out of the country.
As a matter-of-fact they were in Africa on a safari, and they would not be back for many, many weeks.
Marina had been looking forward to staying with Aunt Helen. Aunt Helen had a stable of horses. Fine stallions.
Aunt Helen had a built-in swimming pool that was practically big enough to hold the Olympics. Marina liked that.
One of Marina's favorite things in the whole world was to sunbathe and swim. Sunbathe and swim. Sunbathe-
Marina could easily spend a whole summer that way and that was what she had hoped for during her stay.
But Marina had noticed something about Aunt Helen the second she moved in. Something about her attitude.
It was an attitude that Marina had never noticed in any of their more casual meetings-meetings with others around.
Aunt Helen displayed a sexual awareness in her manner that made Marina aware of her own sexuality in a vague way.
Now Aunt Helen wanted to talk about masturbation. Marina was already wondering if she was being seduced.
Aunt Helen had never had a boyfriend as far as Marina knew. Marina's mother had never mentioned her kid sister going out on a date or anything like that.
The thing that bothered Marina most of all was that none of this bothered her very much. She rather liked it.
Aunt Helen treated Marina as if she were sexy, and the boys her age were too crude and anxious to make her feel anything but dirty.
Aunt Helen was different.
She was sensuous. Her lips were always wet.
"Okay, Aunt Helen. I guess there has to be a first time for everything. What do you want to know?"
"Oh good! I love to talk dirty. I was so afraid that you were going to be a prude," Aunt Helen said.
Aunt Helen raised her wine glass so eagerly that Marina couldn't help but smile. Marina raised her own.
"So, do you touch yourself? Have you ever made yourself come?" Aunt Helen asked. Her eyes were wide.
"Aunt Helen!"
Marina could feel her face getting very hot, and she could tell she was turning as red as a beet.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, you know," Aunt Helen said. "My God, EVERYBODY masturbates!"
"They do?"
"Of course. I hope you do. If you don't you are a damn fool," Aunt Helen said. "Pardon me, baby, but I can't see anyone denying themselves pleasure."
"I have masturbated," Marina confessed.
"Did you make yourself come?"
"Y-Y-Yes," Marina stammered.
"Do you do it frequently?"
"I try not to."
"Why's that?"
"It's hard to describe, Aunt Helen. I like the way it feels very much. But, it almost feels too good," Marina said. "I don't know if that makes any sense or not."
"It makes perfect sense. You are afraid that you are going to become obsessed with physical pleasure," Aunt Helen said. They both had perfect posture and sat quite lady-like at the table, their meal through and digesting. Each could feel a strange tingling between their thighs a tingling that was becoming increasingly difficult to push into the back of their consciousnesses. "It's more like I am afraid I will be possessed," Marina said.
"You think that sex is Satanic?" Aunt Helen inquired quickly.
"I-I-I don't know. Something like that," Marina said. She was unsure.
"Well, I'm not going to deny it. It's the devil's work," Aunt Helen said.
"Then why should I succumb to it, Aunt Helen?" Marina asked.
"Because you are going to surrender to it sooner or later anyway."
"I've noticed that I think more and more about sex," Marina confessed.
She blushed again. She had never told anyone that before.
"By the time you get to be my age that's all you will be able to think about," Aunt Helen said with a laugh. Marina thought she heard a touch of bitterness in that laugh.
"I guess you must masturbate all the time," Marina said.
"Do I really seem that alone to you?" Aunt Helen asked.
"Mommy said you never went out on dates," Marina said shyly.
"Your mother knows nothing of my sex life," Aunt Helen said.
"That's true enough," Marina said. "You are discreet."
"You're damn right I am discreet. I am a lesbian," Aunt Helen said.
This information slammed into the center of Marina's forehead like a ton of bricks. She was literally pushed back in her chair. Marina was stunned.
"Well, that explains one thing," Marina said. She was slightly out of breath.
"What does it explain?" Aunt Helen asked. She licked her lips. She had to make sure that they remained moist at all times.
"It explains why you look at me the way you do. You look at me differently than any woman I know. You have you have desire in your eyes."
"That's because I desire you," Aunt Helen said.
"I had better have another glass of wine,"
Marina said.
"Let me pour it for you," Aunt Helen said, lifting the bottle. It was a white wine. Liebfraumilch.
"Thank you. I had been wondering if you wanted to seduce me," Marina said. "Now I feel really funny. Part of me feels like I don't belong here."
"How does the other part of you feel, Marina?" Aunt Helen asked.
"like I should stay," Marina said with a small nervous smile. They were gazing into each other's eyes.
"Let's encourage that part. Drink up. Have you ever thought of making it with a woman?" Aunt Helen asked.
"Not until very recently," Marina said. She was gulping her wine nervously. Some of the Liebfraumilch remained on her upper Up.
"How recently?"
"The last couple of days."
"Since you arrived here?"
"That's right."
"As I thought."
"Pardon me?"
"I thought you were flirting with me, Marina," Aunt Helen said.
"I wasn't flirting with you. If I was, I didn't know it," Marina said.
"I will accept that explanation. Tonight please sleep with me," Aunt Helen said.
"You know what you are doing to me. I have butterflies in my stomach."
"There is no reason to be nervous. Nothing bad will happen."
"My heart feels like it is going to pound out of my chest."
"And how does your pussy feel, Marina? How do you feel between your thighs."
"I can feel myself getting swollen and wet just thinking about it."
"Good, you will sleep with me. We will caress until dawn," Aunt Helen said. The wine was gone. Aunt Helen took Marina by the hand.
Aunt Helen and Marina looked nothing alike. They looked like opposites. Aunt Helen was a large woman with dark skin and pitch black hair.
Aunt Helen stood five feet eight inches tall and had a hourglass figure. Her face was oval-shaped, and she wore more make-up than she really needed.
Her eyes were shaped like almonds. Her eyes were dark brown. They were such a dark shade of brown in fact that they appeared as ebony as her hair when viewed in limited illumination.
Her nose was straight and a little pointy at the tip. Her mouth was full and sensuous. She had a long slender neck. She was dressed in a black evening gown this night.
The gown was cut low in the front in a vee to reveal a plentiful amount of Aunt Helen's deep cleavage. She had extraordinarily large breasts.
Her tits were like huge globes that defied the laws of gravity as they rested high on her chest slightly pointy at the tip.
Aunt Helen had tits that curved well back under her arms. Her nipples were huge too, and they were the color of cocoa. Her waist was slender and her belly was flat.
Her hips were broad and her ass curved out perfectly at her rear. The evening gown was tight and did nothing to hide the shape of her ass. It was a fine ass. Marina thought it made her fanny look puny.
Aunt Helen's legs were very long. At that moment she was wearing black fishnet stockings. The kind with black seams up the back.
The beautiful black-haired woman had an evening gown that was slit upward from the hem at the sides so that she flashed a plentiful amount of her shapely gams every time she took a step.
Aunt Helen was wearing black high-heeled sandals. Aunt Helen was hyper-conscious of her manicure. Her nails were very long and had been professionally filed so that they were precisely the same length and had a common feline curve to their tips. Aunt Helen always kept her long fingernails painted a deep red color the color of blood as it oozes from a freshly opened wound. Aunt Helen correctly assumed that this scarlet hue looked super with her dark complexion. She painted her toenails at all times so that they matched her fingernails. Aunt Helen had extraordinarily long toes. The woman could pick up a pencil off a linoleum floor with those toes of hers. They truly were extraordinary.
Aunt Helen had the perfect legs for high heels. Her ankles were trim. Her calves were rounded but not overly muscled. Her knees were smooth. Her thighs tapered upward from her knees gently to her broad hips.
Aunt Helen had the sort of legs that made men remark that "they seemed to go on forever," but only women had been allowed to touch those legs at the point where they joined.
"Let me take you by the hand and lead you upstairs," Aunt Helen said.
Marina got up and walked around the end of the table. They joined hands and moved into the gigantic living room.
There was a glamorous spiraling staircase something right out of a movie heading toward the master bedroom.
Marina and Aunt Helen climbed up the stairs slowly. Marina could feel herself getting wet beneath her arms.
She was still very nervous. Marina had the impression that something very big was about to happen to her.
She had the feeling that something was going to happen to change the course of her life forever and ever.
"How do you feel?" Aunt Helen asked.
"Scared and horny," Marina said. "Let the fear pass. I will give you nothing but pleasure."
"I told you. I am afraid of liking it too much," Marina said.
"That is nothing but a childish fear. A little girl fear," Aunt Helen said.
"I'm only sixteen. Part of me feels like a little girl," Marina said.
"That part of you will soon leave. I will make you a woman."
"I have heard that real sex feels better than masturbation." Marina said.
"A thousand times better. Feel that ache in your loins?" Aunt helen said.
"Yes. Its like a millions hornets are in there ready to sting."
"There is no way you can create that ache with your fingers."
"My mind is doing it. My mind that knows I will soon be caressed."
"Right. Your brain is your number one erogenous zone," Aunt Helen said.
"I never thought of it that way before," Marina said.
"Come into my room now. We will play. We will play adult games."
"I feel as if I am in a dream. It is a nice dream," Marina said.
"Come let me give you previously unknown pleasures," Aunt Helen said.
"Yes, please," Marina said, and the heavy door shut behind them.
"Kiss me, Marina," Aunt Helen said. Her voice was whispery.
Aunt Helen slipped her strong arms around Marina's tiny waist and pulled her close to her. Marina reached up and held her aunt by the back of her neck, entwining her fingers at the base of Aunt Helen's skull.
Marina got up on her toes and Aunt Helen stooped a little. Marina could feel her lips tingling. She had never been kissed passionately before and she could tell that it was going to be just great!
They moved their faces together slowly. They both felt at that instant as if they were moving in slow motion.
Now it was Marina who was flicking her tongue back and forth across her sweet little lips to moisten them.
They closed their eyes and they paused for a fraction of a second when their lips were millimeters apart.
They could feel each other's hot moist breath beating down on their tingling lips. Then they kissed.
Aunt Helen and Marina kissed delicately at first but then harder, so that Marina's lips were against her teeth.
Aunt Helen and Marina kissed with only their lips at first. There were no tongues used during the initial stages of the embrace.
The woman and the girl writhed their lips together, like two pairs of slightly swollen and sensuous pillows.
Then, as if they had rehearsed the act many times, they both offered the tips of their tongues at the same moment.
They touched the pink tips of their tasters together and they both shivered with the intimacy of it all.
Marina could feel her entire body becoming covered with a thick layer of bumpy gooseflesh from her shivering.
The little girl could feel the little hairs at the nape of her neck standing on end. Blood pumped into her pussy flesh.
Marina could feel her virginal poontang getting more swollen with each passing second.
Soon those tissues would be thoroughly engorged.
Marina could feel the little glands inside her cunt steadily secreting her slippery natural lubrication.
The little girl's cunt was already soaking wet from the juices. She was making a wet spot on her panties.
Marina could feel her panties' cottony material crawling up in between her cunt lips as it became soaked.
Marina thought this was very uncomfortable. It made her pussy feel as if it were caught in a cloth trap.
Marina's cunt had never gotten this wet before. It felt as if it were suffocating inside her panties.
The little girl felt a maddening urge to get completely naked. Her cunt wanted to breathe fresh air.
Marina knew that she would feel imprisoned as long as she was wearing clothes. Nudity alone would free her.
Marina felt as if she would feel free for the first time in her life once she got out of her summer duds.
Soon Marina and Aunt Helen were exploring the insides of each other's mouths thoroughly with their tongues.
Marina could feel the insides of her cheeks being licked by Aunt Helen's pink tongue. Marina licked her aunt's gums and then her teeth.
Marina pushed her tongue inside Aunt Helen's mouth and the woman wrapped her lips around it so she could suck on it. Marina discovered that her salivary gland was working over-time. Her mouth was watering.
Marina discovered that she had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep herself from drooling.
The kiss lasted for a long time and both Aunt Helen and her niece were breathless with passion by the time it was over.
"Do you realize that this is incest?" Marina said suddenly.
"Yes."
"But that is one of society's strictest taboos." Marina said. "Fuck society."
"You are a liberteen, do you know that?" Marina exclaimed. "I only know one thing."
"What's that?"
"We are wearing entirely too many clothes," Aunt Helen said.
"Aunt Helen, I couldn't agree more," Manna replied.
Marina was a very tiny girl. It would not have been unfair to describe her as diminutive. She looked especially tiny when she was next to Aunt Helen.
Marina stood only five feet one inch tall and she had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her entire life. She got her coloring from her father. Marina had a beautiful round face. Her skin was as fair as peaches and cream and it was clear to anyone who looked at her that she had never had a facial blemish in her entire life.
She had light blonde hair the sort of hair that bleached almost white after a summertime of exposure to the golden sunshine. This was an effect that Marina was hoping to attain during her summer long stay with Aunt Helen. Marina's light skin wasn't the best for tanning it was true but Marina was vain enough to give it the good old college try each and every summer. The little towhead had to burn and peel several times at the beginning of each sun-bathing season before the tanning process would begin. At least twice a year Marina turned herself into a lobster.
Marina had eyebrows and eyelashes that were just as light as the hair that grew from her pink scalp. Her eyebrows were slender and femininely angular in spite of the fact that she had never plucked them.
Marina's eyes were big and round. As one might suspect, the pupils were baby blue. Her eyelashes curled up at their tips. She never wore mascara. Marina never wore make-up of any kind. She had a beauty that was of the girl-next-door variety.
Marina had very expressive eyes. She always managed to betray her true feelings with those eyes. Marina was smart enough to know she was never going to make herself a career as an actress.
Her eyes twinkled joyously whenever they were happy and looked dull and hollow whenever she was sad. At that moment her eyes were filled with a need a womanly need.
Marina's breasts were not large but they were round and ripe and firm on top of her chest. Her tits were both pert and perky. Aunt Helen could tell that Marina's tits were going to fit into the palm of her hand perfectly. Marina did not have a large mouth, but her lips were very full. She had a pouting mouth, with a slightly protruding upper lip. Aunt Helen could see that Marina had a slight overbite, and the beautiful black-haired woman thought this made Marina even cuter than she would have been without it.
"You sure do know how to kiss," Marina said.
"I have had plenty of experience," Aunt Helen replied.
"It felt better than I thought it was going to," Marina said.
"Don't tell me that you had never been kissed before." Aunt Helen said.
"Nope. How did I do?" Marina asked, her eyes twinkling.
"You kissed like an expert. I figured you had necked before."
"Uh uh. I guess it's just a case of beginner's luck."
"I don't think so. I think you're intrinsically sensuous," Aunt Helen said.
"Thank you." Marina replied although she wasn't completely certain what these words meant. She knew they were good though.
"Let me take your clothes off for you. Marina."
"Okie-dokie," the little girl replied cheerfully.
Aunt Helen began to unbutton Marina's blouse. The blouse was tucked into the top of super-tight designer jeans. The jeans had pinstripes on them.
Marina's slacks fit her so tightly that they looked like spandex they looked as if they had been put on with a can of spray-paint.
One could not only see the cleavage between Marina's ass cheeks, but one could also see the cleavage between her vaginal lips. Marina could feel her clitoris growing at the top of her slit. She could feel her love button pushing up and out from under the fleshy sheath that usually all but covered it. She could feel her clit just like her nipples turning into a feminine erection, brightly pink and wet, and practically DEMANDING attention.
Marina's blouse was unbuttoned all the way. Aunt Helen unveiled Marina's tits slowly. The older woman puckered her lips, making a small hole.
Aunt Helen inhaled.
She created a low whistling sound of appreciation. Those tits were like scoops of vanilla ice cream.
Aunt Helen could see that each tit, each ice cream sundae, had its own cherry, the red nipple.
"You have beautiful breasts, Marina. Are they still growing?"
"Yes, but not as fast as they used to grow," Marina said.
"Tell me, my love, have you ever worn a bra?" Aunt Helen asked.
"Never in my whole life," Marina said. She sounded proud of this fact.
"Good. Don't. It is like putting your tits in bondage."
"I don't think I need any lifting or separating," Marina said.
"That's true. Nature supplied you with all of that," Aunt Helen said.
Aunt Helen pulled Marina's blouse all the way off. Marina cooperated fully by moving her arms in the appropriate manner. Her nipples were burning.
The feminine erections at the tips of Marina's tits were throbbing with a need to be stroked. Her lesbian urges were emerging. Soon they would be in full bloom.
"Kick off your shoes," Aunt Helen said.
"Yes, Aunt Helen," Marina replied.
Aunt Helen led Marina to the foot of the bed and told her to sit down. The girl did as she was told.
Marina could feel her feminine arousal having a great effect on her respiratory system. She was breathing hard.
Marina knew that she was panting-panting like the wild sexual animal she wanted so badly to become.
Aunt Helen could feel her own mouth watering. She knelt at the foot of the bed in front of the blonde girl.
Aunt Helen unsnapped the single snap that held the tops of the teenager's super-tight jeans together.
With the nails on her right thumb and forefinger, Aunt Helen pulled the zipper to the fly all the way down.
Aunt Helen then worked her fingers under the tops of Marina's jeans and the elastic to her panties.
"Lift your ass for me a second, will you, Marina?"
"Certainly."
Marina lifted her ass, pressing down against the bed with her palms. Aunt Helen pulled down the girls pants and underwear at the same time. Marina sighed as she felt the wet panties pulling out from the cleavage between her swollen pussy lips.
Aunt Helen pulled the little blonde's bottoms all the way off. She saw the wet spot. Aunt Helen understood what that wet spot meant.
Marina was as naked as the day she was born, with the exception of a thin gold ankle bracelet above her right foot.
Marina hopped to her feet before Aunt Helen could get a close look at her cunt. Aunt Helen did notice right away, however, that Marina had remarkably little hair in between her legs.
Marina's tiny hand had their fingernails filed short and she did not wear polish on them. This had the effect of making her look even younger than she actually was.
That was okay with Aunt Helen.
Her motto was: The younger the better.
"I want to undress you now!" Marina said enthusiastically. She was bouncing up and down on her toes.
Marina's pink toes were all very close to the same length, including her big toes. Her toenails were tiny and all painted a pretty pink.
"You may undress me if you wish, Marina," Aunt Helen said. The older woman turned her back to the little girl.
That was so Marina could unzip the back of Aunt Helen's amazingly tight evening gown. The back of the dress was cut low.
One could almost say that that evening gown every bit as black as Aunt Helen's hair was backless.
The zipper went from the lower section of Aunt Helen's dark back to the top of the crack of her ass.
The shoulders slipped off and her breasts fell free. Marina tugged the dress down and her eyes opened wide.
It didn't take the little blonde very long at all to notice that her aunt was not wearing underwear.
Marina could see Aunt Helen's broad ass. Aunt Helen knew her niece was staring at her fleshy buttocks.
Aunt Helen tensed the muscles in the cheeks of her ass for a moment and pressed her buttocks together.
She was just showing off.
Marina could see that the tops of Aunt
Helen's fishnet stockings were attached to a frilly black garter belt.
For snaps at either thigh held those stockings up. Her legs were fantastic. Aunt Helen kicked off her high-heeled sandals.
Marina dropped to her knees and undid the garter belt. She rolled the stockings downward. Aunt Helen was panting.
Marina could see her aunt's huge jugs bouncing up and down on her chest as she sucked air into her lungs.
Marina could see that Aunt Helen's humongous boobs were being pushed upward with each inhale by her rib-cage.
The little girl noticed how Aunt Helen pointed her extraordinarily long toes as her stockings were rolled off.
Now they were both naked and again they embraced. Again they kissed on the lips. Again they had an internal swordfight with their hot wet tongues.
Aunt Helen pulled her mouth away from Marina's little pout with a smack. She stopped when their upper lips were less than an inch apart.
Aunt Helen looked down past her pointy nose and she could see that there was a string of saliva bridging their lips. She pulled back with her face another inch.
The bridge of saliva broke at its center and half fell onto each of their upper front teeth. Aunt Helen moved her hot mouth to Marina's neck. The little blonde could feel the older woman's naked body pressing against her own. She could feel the desire in Aunt Helen's loins pressing right into her own. She could feel Aunt Helen's massive tits against her. She could feel those huge dark nipples throbbing. Marina could feel her natural lubrication starting to drool down the insides of her slender thigh. The cunt juice was dripping just like sweet nectar from a split in the fuzzy skin of an over-ripe peach. Marina could feel her pussy flesh suddenly starting to crawl around as if it had developed a mind of its own. Marina could feel her inner cunt lips opening and closing rhythmically, in sync with her heartbeat. Her labia felt as if they wanted to suck Aunt Helen's entire fist right up in between them. The older woman could feel her tits swelling. Her tits felt like they were twice their normal size but Aunt Helen had been horny in her life often enough to know that this was merely a trick being played on her by her sexually aroused nervous-system. She knew that her tits were actually the same size.
Aunt Helen began to kiss and lick and bite up and down the side of the little girl's milky white neck.
Marina Cockerham noticed that this felt a hell of a lot better than she thought it was going to.
Everything felt better than the diminutive towhead had anticipated. Her entire body felt as if it were turning into one gigantic nervous system.
Her body was in tune with her libido at that moment unadulteratedly in tune, for sure. She was seething.
Marina had never been anywhere near this horny before. Her clit was so swollen it felt ready to burst.
The little girl's love button actually felt like it was going to explode from its internal pressure.
Marina could feel the little nips of Aunt Helen's teeth working up and down her jugular vein. Marina turned her head to one side so that the older woman would be able to move her mouth with a greater freedom.
Aunt Helen thought that Marina's blonde curls were very cute. In fact everyone seemed to think that Marina's curls were cute except Marina. She thought her hair made her look like Harpo Marx. The little girl had tried to straighten her hair a couple of times but the straightening didn't take for long and it was a pain in the ass.
Aunt Helen did not allow her teeth to linger in one place along the side of Marina's neck to leave any lasting marks. She was very sensuous and slow with her mouth's caresses.
Marina thought that Aunt Helen had a magic mouth. She at least knew that her aunt could do magic things with that sexy mouth of hers.
Aunt Helen parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. She flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across Marina's dangling earlobe. Marina could feel the beautiful black-haired woman sticking her tongue right into her ear and this made her shiver so violently that she feared for a moment or two that she would shudder herself right out of her milky white skin.
Aunt Helen could tell that Marina's knees were getting shaky.
It was time to lake the little virgin over to the bed. Sex was something best done while prone, experience told gorgeous Aunt Helen.
"You get on your back on the bed and make yourself comfortable," Aunt Helen said in a cool, even voice.
"Okay." Marina said cheerfully. She placed both foam rubber pillows on top of one' another at the head of the bed.
Marina punched the top pillow with a tiny clenched fist to make an indentation for the back of her head.
The little girl then stretched out on her back, her legs out in front of her. Her knees were straight.
Marina had her knees and her ankles close together but she knew they would not remain this way for long.
Aunt Helen crawled up to Marina's side and began to kiss lightly at the front of the little girl's throat.
The older woman then kissed her way downward toward Marina's tits. The little girl's panting was worse.
Marina could feel her secreted natural lubrication dribbling from the very base of her poontang.
The little blonde could feel the juice rolling over the patch of tissue between her cunt and her ass-hole.
The teenaged virgin could feel her bung hole itself being lubricated by the nectar from her aching cooze.
Marina knew that soon the entire crack of her ass would be wet and slippery from that stuff. Soon, she knew, she would be making a wet spot on the dark red bedspread beneath her ass.
Aunt Helen began to kiss Marina's left breast exclusively. She kissed that tit lightly, making smacking noises.
Aunt Helen orally massaged the boob in ever-diminishing concentric circles much to Marina's delight.
That meant that each of Aunt Helen's kisses was a little closer to the nipple than the one before.
Aunt Helen took her time about it but she finally got her mouth onto the feminine erection at the tip of that tit, the spot where Marina needed the mouth most desperately. Her nipples were the most sensitive regions above Marina's waist at that moment.
"I can't believe how good all of this feels," Marina said.
Her voice was breathless. She was spitting out her words.
"It will get much better. I assure you," Aunt Helen said.
"I can tell. I can feel my horniness mounting," Marina said.
Aunt Helen parted her full lips and placed the tip of her tongue directly on Marina's erect nipple.
The sixteen year old virgin could feel various muscles in her body tensing up in her involuntarily.
The little blonde innocent could feel even more blood rushing into her inner and outer cunt lips.
There was no way the diminutive towhead was going to be able to keep her knees together for much longer.
Already Marina was starting to part her thighs, moving her feet further apart at the foot of the bed.
Marina wasn't going to stop opening those slender gams of hers until they were opened to a right angle.
Marina could feel Aunt Helen's tongue wiggling playfully across the nipple. The black-haired woman could feel her niece's nipple growing larger and harder against her aroused taste buds as she laved lazily.
Aunt Helen did not stop rolling her tongue over that pink rosebud until the entire nipple was wet and shiny with the sweet spittle that spilled from her busy tongue.
Then Aunt Helen began to flick her tongue back and forth across the nipple, and that pink erection grew larger still. Marina found that it was increasingly difficult to keep the lower half of her body still.
The little blonde couldn't help but notice that she was rocking back and forth from one ass cheek to another and then back again. Her toes were curling under so tightly that they were whitened and didn't look nearly as pink as usual.
"So good." Marina said.
"Tell me!" Aunt Helen exclaimed.
The black-haired woman pulled her flicking tongue away from the nipple only long enough to speak.
"SUCK!" Marina said.
Aunt Helen started out flicking at the nipple lightly and slowly but she steadily increased the pressure and the tempo of her tongue's movements as she proceeded.
"PLEASE SUCK!" the pretty little girl begged.
This time Aunt Helen decided to listen to the little girl. The black-haired woman wrapped her lips around the pink nipple and she began to suck. There was nothing cute about the way she sucked. Aunt Helen sucked as hard as she could at that nipple right from the very start.
"MY TITS ARE ON FIRE! AUNT HELEN! FIRE!" Marina screamed.
Aunt Helen liked the fact that her teenaged niece was vocal in bed. Aunt Helen could tell that she was going to enjoy listening to the virgin's enthusiastic exclamations of physical pleasure. Marina. Aunt Helen could tell, was what was called a "screamer."
Aunt Helen created an intense vacuum in her oral cavity. She hollowed her cheeks deeply with the suction she created inside that hot mouth of hers.
Aunt Helen sucked so hard that the skin all around Marina's nipple was stretched taut as taut as the skin one might expect to find covering the head of a drum.
Aunt Helen sucked that tit so hard that the entire breast looked a good deal pointier than it did usually. Then Aunt Helen did something that Marina would not have expected in a million years. The older woman got her teeth on that nipple and she began to nip at it. Lightly at first. Then hard. Hard enough to cause the little girl sharp twinges of pain. But Marina did not mind the pain, for it was intrinsically sexual pain and her aroused brain was translating it into pleasure for her before sending the signal back down through her horny nervous-system to her engorged poontang.
"It hurts but it feels good at the same time!" Marina screamed.
The little blonde was convinced that she was not making sense but Aunt Helen understood what she was talking about perfectly. Aunt Helen understood many things.
Aunt Helen was making animalistic growling noises in the back of her throat at that precious moment. She didn't even sound remotely human. Aunt Helen acted as if her acute lesbian lust had transformed her suddenly into a wild jungle beast. She growled louder and began to turn her face from side to side while Marina's nipple was still clenched in between her pearly white teeth. There was a frightening moment or two when Marina feared that her aunt had lost control. Marina feared that Aunt Helen was going to tear that feminine erection right off the tip of her tit. But, as it turned out. Aunt Helen was completely under control. She knew precisely what she was doing and she released the nipple so that it could snap back into place before any serious damage could be done.
Aunt Helen promptly proceeded to repeat the entire process with the other nipple. Once again the beautiful black-haired woman went all the way from gingerly licking to harsh biting. There were tears in Marina's eyes by the time it was all over. Once those nipples were released from Aunt Helen's shark-like jaws they throbbed and they felt VERY good.
Marina blinked her tears away and looked at her breasts. She was astounded by what she say. Marina was so amazed that her round eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around her sky blue pupils.
"Wow."
"What?" Aunt Helen asked.
"My nipples have never been this big before." Marina said.
"They have never been sucked and bitten before," Aunt Helen said.
"How far would you say they are sticking up?" Marina asked.
"Almost a full inch from the tips of your tits." Aunt Helen said.
"Wow." Marina repeated, her blue eyes remaining very wide.
Aunt Helen told Marina to be quiet. The older woman told the teenager to concentrate on relaxing all of her muscles. She should do nothing but think about the pleasure she was receiving.
Aunt Helen told Marina that there would be plenty of time all summer in fact to repay her for the favors she was receiving at that moment.
Aunt Helen pulled her head up and began to use her foxy hands to caress Marina's boobs. Just as the older woman had anticipated, the little girl's tits fit into the palms of her hands perfectly. Aunt Helen spread her fingers apart as far as they could go and gripped her niece's breast flesh completely.
Aunt Helen positioned her hands on Marina's breasts so that those grossly swollen nipples were throbbing precisely against the centers of her palms.
Aunt Helen began to move both of Marina's tits at the same time in slow sensuous circles. Marina could feel her face getting hot again. The little girl could tell that her facial features were once again turning as red as beets. She knew that it was not embarrassment that was flush at this point. Marina's kisser was flushed from her sexual exertion. More muscles than before for Marina were tensing up involuntarily. The virgin found that she was having even more trouble keeping her ass still on the bed.
She was writhing.
Gyrating.
Bucking.
Her ass writhed back and forth on the bed as Aunt Helen sensuously played with both of her pert tits.
Her sexy lower torso was writhing on the bed. like her tits, her hips were moving in slow circles.
The diminutive towhead was bucking her loins upward toward the ceiling, anxious to be caressed between her thighs.
Aunt Helen pulled the tits apart. She pushed them upward toward Marina's throat. She pushed them downward toward the little girl's dimpled and concave bellybutton.
Then the beautiful black-haired woman pushed the little girl's tits together so that the cleavage between them was almost comically long and deep.
Aunt Helen was pressing with the fleshy part of her fingertips hard enough to pucker the breast flesh a little. The nipples throbbed harder than ever against the centers of her palms.
Aunt Helen pulled her hands away from Marina's tits and decided to concentrate her attention once again exclusively on Marina's nipples.
Aunt Helen got each of Marina's rosebuds in between her thumbs and forefingers. She had to arch her fingers at the knuckles to do this so that her long red fingernails would not get in the way. Aunt Helen rolled the nipples back and forth.
She pinched them.
She pulled them.
Marina's thighs were opened. They could smell the combined scent of their aroused pussies wafting up toward their flaring nostrils from between their parted thighs.
"The ache in my cunt is incredible," Marina said. She lifted the back of her head from the top foam rubber pillow as she spoke.
"I think its time I went down there and had a look at this pussy of yours," Aunt Helen exclaimed.
The beautiful woman quickly kissed her way down Marina's belly and abdomen. She parted her sensuous lips.
She stuck out her tongue. She traced a crooked wet circle around Marina's bellybutton. Then she dipped the .ip of her tongue right into Marina's navel. This just like everything else felt a hell of a lot better than the little blonde thought it would.
Aunt Helen switched positions on the bed so that she was on her belly with her head between Marina's parted thighs.
"My goodness." Aunt Helen said. Now her eyes were wide.
"Is there something the matter?" Marina asked quickly.
"You have practically no pussy hair," Aunt Helen said.
"I know. I have no idea why." Marina said with a frown.
Her bald pussy had spawned teasing after gym in school.
"One would think that you shaved yourself down here." Aunt Helen said.
"Nope, I just never grew any hair'" Marina replied.
"You must get that from your father's side of the family."
"There are some good things about not having all that hair."
"I imagine there are." Aunt Helen said, staring at that slash.
"I never had to shave extra to wear a bikini in the summer."
"That's true." Aunt Helen said. She kissed the inside of Marina's thigh.
"I don't have any hair around my ass-hole either." Marina said.
She spoke proudly and lifted her legs so her aunt could see her bung.
"You never have to worry about dingle berries," Aunt Helen said.
"What's a dingleberry?" Marina asked in all sincerity.
"I will explain that to you later along with any other words that might come up that you don't understand."
Aunt Helen moved so that her feet were dangling seductively off the foot of the now messed-up bed.
Her toes were pointing downward toward the floor of the master bedroom.
Aunt Helen began to suck at Marina's chubby little toes. First she had to pry those toes away from the balls of Marina's little feet. Sometimes the beautiful woman sucked her niece's toes one at a time and sometimes she sucked them in groups of two and three. Aunt Helen flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth in between Marina's toes. She kissed the tops of the little girl's feet. She kissed her ankles. She kissed her calves and her shins. Aunt Helen lifted each of Marina's slender legs one at a time and flicked the tip of her tongue lightly back and forth across the smooth, soft skin at the backs of Marina's knees. The woman knew that the nerve-endings here were clustered together very tightly and that those nerve-endings were particularly erogenous.
"My whole body feels alive!" Marina heard herself say.
She could feel the pressure in her loins growing in leaps and bounds. She wondered how intense her craving and desire could get before some sort of explosion some sort of release was necessary.
Aunt Helen was right. There was no way that Marina could reproduce the craving she was feeling at that moment by touching herself between the legs under the covers at night in private during one of her masturbation sessions.
"Pull your knees up to your chest. That's it. Keep them apart. Roll onto the small of your back so I can get at that hot little ass of yours with my mouth," Aunt Helen said.
Marina curled back into a ball just as she had been instructed. She reached up and clutched herself at the ankles to hold herself in this position. The diminutive towhead clutched at her ankles so tightly that each and every one of her knuckles turned white.
Aunt Helen moved her mouth once again to the insides of Marina's thighs. She kissed the girl's thighs all the way from her bent knees to the sides of her vulva. Aunt Helen allowed her mouth to come within a fraction of an inch of the outer lips of Marina's cunt but she did not make direct contact with those mucous membranes. Not yet. The pussy was being saved for last. Aunt Helen moved her mouth to the backs of Marina's thighs and kissed her way downward.
"My ass is hot!" Marina screamed.
"I know." Aunt Helen said.
The older woman began to kiss and lick and bite at the little girl's milky white ass cheeks. She bit hard enough to leave red teeth marks in the skin. Then Aunt Helen pulled her face away from the ass and massaged those ass cheeks with her hands. She scratched lightly at the buttocks with the tips of her long red fingernails. She then caressed the ass cheeks softly by arching her fingers at the knuckles and using the fleshy tips of her digits. She then kneaded the ass flesh with strong fingers just as if she were preparing unrisen dough for the baker's oven. She then turned her fingertips inward toward the crack of Marina's ass. She turned her elbows outward so that they were pointing at opposite walls of the master bedroom.
She dug her fingernails right into the hairless cleavage between Marina's buttocks. She didn't stop until the tips of the nails on her middle fingers were only a fraction of an inch away from the mouth of the little girl's rectum on either side. Aunt Helen pressed hard enough to pucker the flesh. She then began to pull the little girl's ass cheeks apart. She did this slowly and ceremoniously. Aunt Helen tugged open Marina's buns as if she were parting the sections of a ripe and sacred fruit. Aunt Helen did not stop separating those globes of girlish ass flesh until they were apart as far as they could possibly go.
Aunt Helen could see that the crack of the little girl's ass was thoroughly lubricated by the juices dripping from the base of her slit. Aunt Helen could see the juices flowing. To her they looked like so many melted pearls.
"I love the way you smell," Aunt Helen said.
"I'll bet I taste just as good." Marina replied.
The girl let loose with a childish giggle. "I'll bet you do," Aunt Helen said, lowering her head.
The woman pressed her chin right against the bedspread, right against the wet spot Marina had made. The older woman parted her lips and stuck her togue out as far as she could possibly get it. The black-haired woman concentrated on making her taster as pointy as possible at the tip. She placed the tip of her tongue at the very top of the crack of Marina's ass very close to the small of her back and the bedspread, directly in between the twin dimples that indicated the location of Marina's kidneys.
Aunt Helen began to flick back and forth with the tip of her tongue exclusively. She could taste the cunt juice. The tip of her nose was very close to Marina's ass-hole. The bung hole looked like a pink asterisk, and Aunt Helen could see that Marina's tightest orifice was opening and closing rhythmically from the tiny spasms she was experiencing down there. Aunt Helen began to draw her tongue upward, closer to the ass-hole and the pussy, deeper into the cleavage between the buttocks. Aunt Helen took her time about it but she finally managed to get her tongue directly on Marina's ass-hole. The little girl could feel her entire body jerk. Aunt Helen flicked the tip of her tongue in a circle all around the ass-hole and then licked across it more eagerly and enthusiastically using the Hat part of her tongue to do the laving.
She licked that ass-hole until all of the delicious anal flavor was gone. She then pushed her tongue all the way in.
Marina closed her eyes tightly and began to toss her head from side to side as she felt her aunt's tongue pushing inside. Marina just loved the way her ass-hole felt as it opened to let that stiff tongue up and inside.
Marina could tell immediately that Aunt
Helen wanted to push her tongue up her ass-hole as far as it could go. Marina let her. The little girl could feel the tip of the older woman's tongue pushing past her tight tubular sphincter muscle.
Marina could feel the tip of the black-haired woman's tongue pushing right up into the softer, more elastic, tissues of her colon. It felt very good but it was just a tease.
Marina could tell right away that Aunt Helen's tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to appease her deep-anal craving. Marina, although she didn't know for sure, figured that was a task that could be accomplished adequately only by a man's cock.
Marina had read a little about anal intercourse enough to know that there were many women in the world who didn't care for it, either because they thought it too painful or too degrading. At that moment Marina couldn't help but think that these women were fools. Marina knew that she was going to grow up to be the sort of sexual animal who would enjoy getting fucked in all three of her holes. Her cunt, her ass-hole, and her mouth were all going to be used to pleasure men when she began to take on male lovers.
Aunt Helen wiggled the tip of her tongue around playfully. She worked her tongue in and out. Marina's back teeth were clenched together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of her jaw were tensed and bulging outward. There was a single vein at the little blonde girl's right temple, near the surface, that was throbbing visibly.
Marina had her lips stretched back tight over her slight overbite. Her facial expression at that sexy moment, resembled a perfect cross between a smile and a grimace.
The anal penetration, too shallow to be appeasing, was merely making Marina's cunt want to be licked that much worse. Aunt Helen pulled her tongue all the way out of the little girl's nether eye and told Marina she could return her feet to the bed if she wanted to.
Marina did release her tight grip on her ankles. She lowered her feet to the bed. Her feet were on either side of Aunt Helen's broad shoulders. Marina once again gripped at the dark red bedspread with her tiny toes. She stretched the muscles at the insides of her slender, milky white thighs, in an attempt to point her knees at opposite walls of the master bedroom.
Aunt Helen moved the fleshy part of her fingertips to the outer lips of Marina's cunt. Marina merely had two twin curls of light blonde pubic hair growing just above and to the sides of her clitoral foreskin. The hair covered less than a third of her mound. Marina had always thought that her sparse pubic hair grew rather in the shape of a heart. The hair that existed was so downy and light that it was practically invisible.
There was no hair at all along the outer edges of Marina's sweet pink vulva and the little girl was equally bald in between her ass cheeks. Aunt Helen parted her lips, allowed her tongue to protrude, and placed the tip of her taster on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane between the blonde's ass-hole and the base of her pussy. There was a great deal of natural lubrication gathered at that spot. Very tasty stuff. Aunt Helen slowly pulled Marina's outer cunt lips apart just the way she had earlier parted the little girl's ass cheeks. She didn't stop tugging that pussy open until the slash looked like a slab of raw meat.
All of the nooks and crannies of Marina's tiny pussy were visible. Aunt Helen began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth lightly and quickly.
Aunt Helen flicked her tongue up and down the outer cunt lips. The flesh felt good without any hair on it. Aunt Helen was used to there being hair where she was licking. Aunt Helen had once eaten the cunt of a woman who shaved her pussy, but even then there had been stubble. Aunt Helen could tell that Marina's pink poontang was every bit as soft and smooth as it had been before the little blonde reached puberty.
Aunt Helen licked in between the two sets of lips. The beautiful black-haired woman allowed her tongue to come within a fraction of an inch of Marina's totally erect clitoris, but she didn't touch it. Not yet. She would save the clit for last. Aunt Helen knew that she wouldn't have to lick at that magic bulb of fiery flesh long to make Marina come. Marina could feel her sexual arousal rapidly approaching the saturation point. Marina could tell that her come was approaching the point of inevitability, and she knew that even Aunt Helen's teasing starting and stopping licking motion could not stop her release forever. Aunt Helen licked to the sides of the little man in the boat. She flicked her tongue just above that clit. Aunt Helen flicked her tongue along the outer edges of the little girl's protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips. Marina was breathing so hard that she was hardly breathing at all.
The pretty little blonde was breathing as if she were purposefully trying to hyperventilate herself.
Aunt Helen moved her face from side to side a little bit and managed to get her tongue in between Marina's inner cunt lips. Marina could feel the tip of her aunt's tongue touching her piss hole directly below and less than an inch away from her love button. Marina was moving her lovely little lower torso with such a fury by this time that Aunt Helen feared she would get smacked in the nose by the little girl's practically bald mound.
Aunt Helen wrapped her strong arms around the tops of Marina's thighs and pressed her palms down against the little girl's lower belly. The pussy lips stayed open in spite of the fact that Aunt Helen was no longer holding them that way with her fingertips.
Aunt Helen pushed down on Marina's lower tummy so that it was more difficult for the little girl to jerk upward with her femininely sloped loins.
Aunt Helen knew how much Marina needed her clit licked at that point but she continued to tease. Aunt Helen was experienced enough in the ways of womanly pleasure to know that the intensity of Marina's orgasm would be in direct relationship to the amount of time the diminutive towhead was forced to wait for that release. The longer Aunt Helen took to bring Marina's sexual tension to the saturation point the better it was going to feel for the little virgin when all of that tension was released simultaneously.
Aunt Helen licked downward instead of up. Instead of licking toward the clit, Aunt Helen licked down toward the mouth of Marina's unused fuck hole.
Aunt Helen worked her tongue deeper and deeper into those soft, wet, swollen tissues, finally hooking her tongue under the base of Marina's pubic bone. Aunt Helen stuck her tongue out as far as she could. The beautiful black-haired woman could feel a little drool spilling over her lower Up down onto her chin.
She tried to ram her tongue as deep inside Marina's cunt as she had earlier up her ass but this time the older woman encountered a problem.
Aunt Helen had only stuck her tongue up Marina's twat about an inch or so when she felt a thin wall of membrane blocking the path to the little girl's aching womb. Aunt Helen knew immediately what this thin wall of membrane was.
Marina's cherry.
Her intact hymen.
Her precious maidenhead.
The guardian of her chastity.
Aunt Helen pushed the tip of her tongue against the cherry hard enough to stretch it taut. All of Marina's muscles were tensed by this time. Her nostrils were flaring wildly. Her facial features were contorting so acutely that the little girl only barely looked like herself. Her eyes were closed so tightly that the lids were wrinkled. Her long blonde eyelashes were pressed desperately against her high cheekbones.
Aunt Helen could tell that Marina definitely did NOT want to be teased any longer. The little girl was whimpering, pleading and begging for the ultimate pleasure.
"AUNT HELEN! PUH-LEASE!" the little girl screamed. "I'M SO CLOSE! SO VERY CLOSE! I NEED TO COME BADLY! I'M ON THE EDGE! RIGHT ON THE EDGE! TIP ME OVER AUNT HELEN! TIP ME OVER THE EDGE INTO WOMANLY BLISS! I WANT TO FALL INTO THE BOTTOMLESS PIT OF MY FEMININE ECSTASY!"
Marina was hysterical.
She was hardly aware of what she was screaming.
"Hush, my love," Aunt Helen said in a soothing tone.
Aunt Helen had pulled her tongue out of Marina's cunt and was now eying that clit. The older woman placed the tip of her forefinger on Marina's clitoral foreskin.
Aunt Helen peeled that fleshy sheath upward so that the entire bulb was naked vulnerable to her oral caress.
Marina could feel herself at the edge, teetering, ready to fall. She made gurgling sounds in her throat.
Aunt Helen puckered her lips. She blew cool air onto the hot little man in the boat. Marina shivered.
Aunt Helen then flicked out with her tongue like a frog might during a successful attempt to catch a fly.
The older woman touched the clit as lightly as she could. She pulled her pointy taster away immediately.
She touched the clit for the most minute fraction of a second. It was her most subtle clitoral caress.
Aunt Helen knew all about the feminine libido. She knew that it was true: Less is, indeed, sometimes more.
Aunt Helen knew that any sensation spawned by her oral-clitoral caress would be greatly amplified.
The sensation would be amplified by the acute arousal in the small blonde's tingling nervous-system.
Marina could feel a lightning bolt of raw pleasure tearing up her back. Marina let out a sharp cry of joy.
The scent of Marina's pussy was rich in Aunt Helen's nostrils. She found that funky smell intoxicating.
Aunt Helen dabbed her tongue at Marina's love button always pulling away before Marina's release had a chance to begin. But she couldn't hold the girl back. That pussy was about to explode and there was nothing the older woman could do to halt that natural function.
She then put her tongue on Marina's love button and this time the black-haired woman kept it there.
She kept the tip of her tongue still for a second or two. It was a very long second or two for Marina.
The diminutive towhead stopped breathing. Marina Cockerham felt as if her heart had skipped a beat.
The little blonde could feel the explosions starting. Helen Markham increased the pressure on the clit.
The foxy woman with the ebony hair varied the pressure from firm to light and then back to firm again.
The black-haired beauty began to move her tongue ever-so-slightly. She began to roll the clit like a ball.
The little man in the boat was being rolled like a glass marble floating in a sea of boiling oil.
Marina pressed down against the two foam rubber pillows with the back of her head. The muscles in her throat were tensed and taut, sinew that appeared ready to snap.
Marina pressed down hard against the bedspread with the balls of her feet. She lifted her ass from the bed.
Marina lifted her fanny from the dark red bedspread in spite of the downward pressure on her soft underbelly from Aunt Helen's large hands.
"SO GOOD! SO GOOD!" Marina screamed at the top of her lungs.
Marina could feel the explosions starting in her clitoris spreading outward to fill her entire vulva.
The pretty little girl could feel the joy continuing to spread until it filled her lovely little hips.
The diminutive virgin could tell that those fantastic, marvelous waves of ecstasy were not going to stop spreading.
They were going to continue to spread until the little girl found herself enveloped by her absolute pleasure.
Marina Cockerham could tell right away that each and every one of her nerve-endings were to be affected.
She knew that she was going to be able to feel the effects of her sexual release in the tips of her fingers.
The blonde teenager could tell that she would be able to feel her super come all the way down to her toes.
She would have the strange yet wonderful feeling that her scalp was crawling around on top of her skull.
She would shiver like a divining rod that had just discovered water very close to the surface of the Earth.
Marina could feel the pleasure spreading and spreading just like ripples on water on a smooth pond.
Marina's ripples of pleasure reminded her of lines one might see on a radar screen. They were liquid, lighted ripples.
Marina could tell that her sense of time and space was being greatly warped by the intensity of her come.
The little blonde was only vaguely aware of where she was at that point. She could no longer feel the bed.
Marina felt as if she were at least ninety-five percent pussy at that moment. The rest of her was raw nerves.
The diminutive girl felt as if each second lasted for a full minute. A minute would have lasted forever.
Marina could feel herself becoming weightless. She could see bright flashes of light on her inner eyelids.
The virgin could feel herself lifting right up off the bed right up into the air. She was levitating.
The chaste blonde could feel herself spiraling upward, spiraling toward the ceiling of the master bedroom.
The innocent teenager felt as if the world were spinning around her on its axis. It was a wonderful feeling.
And the towhead felt as if she were spinning in the opposite direction. She was splitting into two parts. Her spiritual self was the part that was floating around the room. Her physical self remained on the bed.
Her physical self squirmed violently on the sweat-soaked bedspread. Her spiritual self could look down on herself.
Aunt Helen, in this strange fantasy, had become ninety-five percent tongue as she lapped at Marina's quim.
The black haired woman stopped rolling Marina's clit in circles, and began to move it in figure eights.
Then the black-haired woman began to flick the tip of her tongue back and forth across the love button.
Aunt Helen started out licking lightly and slowly but she gradually increased both the pressure and the tempo of her taster's movements as she proceeded.
Aunt Helen could feel a little squirt of fluid coming from Marina's urethra. A less experienced lover might have thought that the little girl had lost control of her bladder. But Aunt Helen knew that Marina was not pissing in her mouth. The fluid got right up inside Aunt Helen's mouth after striking her on the lower lip. Some of that fluid got onto Aunt Helen's tongue and it tasted sweet. No, it was not piss. Aunt Helen knew that this was Marina's feminine ejaculation. It was verification of the blonde virgin's orgasm's authenticity.
Aunt Helen could tell that Marina's mind was being boggled by her pleasure. Marina was tossing her head from side to side in a fury. She looked as if she were saying "no" over and over again but the older woman knew that she meant precisely the opposite.
Aunt Helen could feel the pussy flesh spasming against her chin. She had to lift her head because Marina had after all lifted her loins.
Aunt Helen wanted to keep her tongue precisely on that clit at all times. She battered the love button back and forth with the tip of her eager taster.
Marina could feel the joy roaring up her back like a thunderclap. It was heading straight for her brain!
Marina could feel the pleasure pause at the base of her skull. It paused for less than a second but that was a measurable amount of time considering the elongation of time in Marina's mind.
Marina could feel that sensation become a comet-like ball of liquid fire at the base of her pretty skull.
Marina could then feel the pleasure explode into her brain: she was on fire. She felt as if she had died and gone to Heaven. Marina had not known that such pleasure was possible for mere mortals such as herself. She could see the colorful bouncing balls of light on the insides of her eyelids become increasingly bright and vivid.
Marina could feel her brain losing its ability to think rationally. She felt crazed with her pleasure. She felt feverish. Her skin was slick by this time with the hot perspiration of her intensely feminine sexual exertion.
Marina figured that her come had to come to a halt sooner or later. She knew it couldn't go on forever. Or could it? It certainly felt like she was going to remain in this altered state for all eternity.
Marina knew that the intensity of the convulsions in her writhing poontang had to diminish sooner or later.
Just as the little blonde felt like this was going to happen, Aunt Helen did something unexpected.
The beautiful black-haired woman did something that Marina could not have anticipated in a million years.
Aunt Helen wrapped her lips around Marina's little man in the boat along with its surrounding tissues.
She began to suck.
She kept her tongue busy.
She sucked and licked together.
Marina blasted off once again!
"IT IS GOING TO GO ON FOREVER! AUNT HELEN! I CAN'T STOP COMING! OH GOD! OH GOD! PLEASE! NO! NO! NO! PLEASE! STOP! NO! YOU ARE TORTURING ME! AUNT HELEN! NO! STOP!" Marina screamed. Again the little girl would later be unable to remember that she had screamed anything at all for she was only vaguely aware of them when she heard them in her own ears at the time.
But, it has been said, all good things must to come to an end and the same is true of even the best of orgasms. Marina was frankly startled to find that the spasms of her most intense sexual release stopped every bit as quickly as they had begun.
All of Marina's muscles relaxed at the same time. The little girl found that she could once again completely fill her lungs with air. This was a great relief to her as she had been unable to breathe at all during the course of her mind-boggling release.
Marina could feel the ecstasy of her acute climax instantly become replaced by the warmth and contentment of her post-orgasmic afterglow.
The glow like Marina's come was the most intense the diminutive towhead had known in her short life.
Marina's whole body, however, shuddered three times with little post-orgasmic spasms that rippled through her.
Then she was still. She stopped pressing down against the foam rubber pillows with the back of her head.
Marina stopped pressing down against the foot of the bed with the soles of her feet. Her spine was no longer arched sharply. Her body was no longer arched like a bow that was prepared to shoot an arrow.
Her ass had collapsed back down onto the bed. Aunt Helen pulled her lips and tongue away from Marina's love button the second the little girl's fantastic orgasm had been completed.
Aunt Helen had stopped making wet slurping noises with her hot oral cavity. Aunt Helen knew that Marina's clit was too sensitive to even be touched during those precious first few moments following orgasm.
"How did that feel?" Aunt Helen asked.
"Oh, Aunt Helen-" Marina replied.
The girl sounded ready to weep with joy.
"Tell me," Aunt Helen said soothingly.
"Better than anything I could have imagined," Marina said.
"I'm glad," Aunt Helen replied.
"It must have lasted an hour."
"Only a few seconds," Aunt Helen said.
"A lot sure did happen in those seconds."
"Now you know how good it feels," Aunt Helen said.
"I feel like I finally know what all the fuss is about," Marina said.
"Do you feel like you left a little bit of your childhood behind?" Aunt Helen asked. She rested her chin lightly on Marina's practically bald mound.
"I feel like you have graduated me into womanhood," Marina said. Her voice was filled with sincerity. Her facial expression was filled with unadulterated adoration for the older woman.
"You have not graduated into womanhood yet, Marina."
"No?" '
"Uh uh. You have to have your cherry popped first," Aunt Helen said.
"That reminds me of something I wanted to ask you about."
"Ask me, Marina. You can ask me anything," Aunt Helen said.
"You just gave me a wonderful orgasm, but I still have an ache. An ache of need. Something has not been satisfied. Do you know what I mean?"
"I think so. Tell me, Marina, where is this ache?"
"It's inside my pussy, past my cherry," Marina replied.
"It is at a place where you have never been touched?"
"Yes. I guess that is my real womanly desire," Marina said.
"All of your desire is womanly. We will talk about your virginity later."
"You aren't going to fix me up with a boy, are you?"
"Hardly," Aunt Helen said with a laugh. Marina was way off base.
"Your face is all wet from my pussy juice," Marina said.
"And whose fault is that young lady?" Aunt Helen asked.
The woman's dark blown eyes were twinkling with amusement.
"I will accept full responsibility!" Marina exclaimed.
"Let me find something to wipe my face off on," Aunt Helen said.
"Oh, don't do that," Marina said with a girlish giggle.
"You like the way I look with a shiny face?" Aunt Helen asked.
"No, but I want to lick your face clean for you," Marina said.
"You enjoy the flavor of your own pussy juice?" Aunt Helen asked.
"Yes. I have licked my fingers clean after masturbation," Marina said.
"I think you have the potential to be very kinky," Aunt Helen said.
"So do I!" Marina said. "I want to try everything!"
"Sweetheart," Aunt Helen said soothingly. "You have come to the right place."
Aunt Helen got up on her hands and knees and crawled up to Marina's side. She moved her face close to the little girl's so Marina could lick her kisser clean.
Marina was telling the truth about enjoying the flavor of her own cunt nectar but Marina had to admit, to herself at least, that she thought just about anything would have tasted good if she were licking it off her gorgeous aunt's face.
Marina licked eagerly and enthusiastically. She licked with the flat part of her tongue.
She reached up and took the woman's tits into her hands. Marina's hands were much too small to clutch all of Aunt Helen's breast flesh simultaneously.
Marina could feel her cleansing turning naturally into a sensuous kiss. Aunt Helen opened her mouth and offered her own tongue. Their tongues were touching before their lips. Maria a knew that it was her turn to give the older woman divine pleasure and the truth of the matter was that Marina was nervous about this. She feared that she wasn't up to the task. She mentioned her fears to Aunt Helen and the older woman told her that she was being silly.
"You will do great. Let your instincts guide you," Aunt Helen said.
"If I give you half the pleasure you gave me I will be happy."
"Don't worry about it. My honey pot is already boiling," Aunt Helen said.
"I know that your pussy will taste great!" Marina said.
"Just a second I have to get my dildo," Aunt Helen said.
"Dildo?" Marina asked. She had never before heard this word.
"It is a fake cock. Mine is plastic.
"I even have a dildo that has elastic straps attached to its base," Aunt Helen said proudly. She pulled her face away from Marina.
Aunt Helen swung her deliciously shaped legs over the side of the bed, pushed herself into a sitting position, and then stood up.
Marina watched the woman's ass wag back and forth like a pendulum as Aunt Helen walked over to her closet. She had a beautiful walk. A very sexy walk. The men who spoke about her were right. Her legs did seem to go on forever.
"What are the elastic straps for?" Marina asked, her face pursed with curiosity. The thought of putting her knees together would have seemed ridiculous to Marina at that moment. The thought of crossing her legs would have seemed even more ridiculous than that.
"That's so I can strap it around my hips and fuck little girls like you with it," Aunt Helen said. She reached up to the shelves above her closet.
Marina noticed that there was a full-length looking glass mounted on the inside of the closet's door. Aunt Helen pulled down a shoebox.
On the shoebox, written in black magic marker, was the word' "TOYS." Marina thought that was cute. She couldn't get over what her aunt had just told her about women using fake cocks to actually fuck one another. This image had never occurred to Marina Cockerham not even in her wildest fantasies.
"You mean I don't need a man to have my cherry popped?" Marina said.
"Not at all. I was rather hoping you would let me do it," Aunt Helen said.
"Gee, I always assumed that my cherry would be taken by a man."
"I know that a lot of new things are coming at you very quickly."
"I do feel different from when I got up this morning. It's true."
"I would understand if you needed some time to think this over."
"I don't need any time to think it over," Marina said firmly.
"No, you have already made your decision?" Aunt Helen queried.
"Yes. It would be an honor to have you pop my cherry," Marina said.
"I promise that I will be very gentle with you," the older woman said.
"I know you will. I also know that it is going to hurt."
"I promise that I won't hurt you any more than I have to," Aunt Helen said.
"I know you won't. I guess the pain will be worthwhile," Marina said.
"Oh, certainly. The pain will open up new horizons for you."
"The pain will open up for me a lifetime full of pleasure!" Marina said.
"That's tight. First I do want you to pleasure me," Aunt Helen said.
"I will do the best I possibly can. I want to kiss you all over."
"Don't forget my nooks and crannies," Aunt Helen said with a deep laugh.
Her laugh was down in her throat and made her sound like a smoker when the truth of the matter was that Aunt Helen had never had a cigarette in her entire life.
Aunt Helen returned to the bed and sat on its edge near the head. Marina stroked the woman's back all the way from her shoulders to the top of the crack of her ass. Aunt Helen shivered and Marina could see Aunt Helen's olive skin becoming covered with goose bumps.
Aunt Helen used her thumbnails to push the cardboard lid off the shoebox. Inside were her two dildos. The vibrator and the strap-on cock.
Aunt Helen pulled the vibrator out and pushed it under the pillows. She then rolled onto her back and Marina got on her side. Marina kissed her aunt's hot mouth. They flicked the tips of their tongues together. Marina kissed Aunt Helen's throat and neck. She used her tongue to explore the inside of her aunt's ear. She kissed her throat. She kissed her tits. She sucked and licked and bit at both of the nipples for a long time. Marina played with those tits with her hands. She kissed Aunt Helen's belly and abdomen. She tugged at Aunt Helen's black pubic hair lightly with her teeth. She watched as the woman spread her legs. Marina moved between Aunt Helen's legs. Marina looked at that hungry cunt which was a good deal larger than her own. Aunt Helen's pubic hair covered her mound with a soft black bush. There was a good deal of hair along the sides of her cunt, spreading out onto the insides of her thighs a bit. Marina could see where Aunt Helen had to shave up high on her leg so that she could go out in public in her swim wear.
Marina sucked Aunt Helen's extraordinarily long toes. She kissed up the woman's legs. She watched as Aunt Helen rolled herself back into a ball. Marina kissed the backs of Aunt Helen's thighs. She bit the cheeks of her ass. She opened up the woman's ass cheeks and ran her tongue up and down the crack of her ass. She licked at the woman's ass-hole for a long time. Marina could taste the woman's cunt juices. She could smell the rich scent of Aunt Helen's poontang. Marina only stopped licking up and down the cleavage between Aunt Helen's fleshy buttocks once and that was to pluck a black short and curly hair from the tip of her tongue with her right thumb and forefinger. Marina stuck her tongue up Aunt Helen's ass. She wiggled it around and worked it in and out. Then she pulled it out completely. She pulled her tongue tip out of her aunt's rectum slowly so that the sphincter muscle would not be forced to slam shut.
Aunt Helen was moaning and groaning loudly. Marina could hear the beautiful black-haired woman's moans and groans getting steadily louder and higher in pitch. This was not only because Aunt Helen could feel her horniness mounting but also because the muscles in her neck were tensed. Her muscles were squeezing down on her voice box, thus altering the product of her vocal cords.
"You have a very talented tongue, Marina," Aunt Helen said.
"Thank you very much," Marina said. She pulled her mouth away from her aunt only long enough to speak.
Marina began to lick Aunt Helen's pussy. She could see that the woman's outer cunt lips were brown the same color as her nipples.
The outer edges of the inner pussy lips were also brown, but the tissues in between the inner labia, Marina could see, were every bit as pink as her own.
Aunt Helen's cunt was very wet.
It was like a swamp down there!
Marina slowly pulled the woman's pussy open. She licked up and down the slash, determined to save the clit for last. Marina could see that Aunt Helen's clit was much larger than her own. Marina knew very well what her own poontang looked like because she had once during a session of self-abuse-used a hand mirror to examine herself.
Marina could see that Aunt Helen's little man in the boat was not so little. It looked more like the head of a baby boy's cock than the focal point of a woman's sexual craving.
Marina licked deep up inside Aunt Helen's fuck hole, as deep as her tongue could reach. At the same time the tip of Marina's button nose caressed the clit and Aunt Helen found that she was on the verge of orgasm.
Marina began to lick at that huge clit. She found that she had no trouble getting at the magic spot with her taster in spite of the fact that she was not using her fingers to pull the clitoral foreskin upward. The clit had grown so large that the clitoral foreskin was pushed upward toward the base of her pubic bush all by itself. Marina's licking was not as subtle as Aunt Helen's had been but in the long run, it was every bit as effective. Marina pretty much began to flick her tongue as hard and fast as she could back and forth across that feminine erection right from the very start. She didn't have to do this for very long at all before the pleasure was too much for the older woman to stand. Aunt Helen placed both of her hands on top of Marina's head and pushed her face into her cunt. Marina was digging her pointy tongue tip into Aunt Helen's pussy flesh.
Aunt Helen came hard.
Her come seemed to go on forever.
Marina's face was being pushed into Aunt Helen's wet crotch so hard that Marina feared the woman was trying to suffocate her with her dripping cooze.
Marina managed to get her lips around Aunt Helen's clit so that she could suck that feminine erection just as Aunt Helen had sucked hers earlier in the hot lesbian sex session.
Marina licked and sucked until the woman's come was through. She pulled her mouth away immediately. The little girl expected Aunt Helen to be still with her afterglow and catch her breath but this is not what Aunt Helen did at all. Marina could not have been more wrong if she had tried.
Marina had the scent of seashells in her nose.
It was very nice.
Marina was amazed as Aunt Helen quickly rolled onto her side, pulled the dildo out from under the pillow and handed it to her blonde niece.
"HERE! SHOVE THE DILDO ALL THE WAY INTO MY PUSSY! THEN TURN ON THE BATTERIES SO THAT IT WILL VIBRATE! DON'T TURN IT ON UNTIL IT IS ALL THE WAY INSIDE!"
Marina did as she was told. She could see that there was a little switch on the very base of the spurious dick. That was to turn on the vibrating mechanism. There were words on the base of the dildo. They said, "OFF-SOFT-HARD"' The little girl correctly assumed that the older woman wanted the vibrator turned on hard, even though the gorgeous black-haired woman had not mentioned this fact.
Marina thought the dildo looked more like a missile that the photos of cocks she had seen. It was pointy at the tip and the shaft was the same girth throughout.
She worked the tip of the dildo in between the woman's inner cunt lips. Marina could see how easily the woman's pussy flesh parted to take that shaft. Marina could tell that Aunt Helen's cunt could hold something a hell of a lot thicker than that dildo.
Aunt Helen could feel her sexual craving's focal point shifting from her clit to her cervix. She could feel the inside of her pussy start to itch with a maddening itch that was demanding to be scratched. It occurred to Marina at that moment that the vibrator could be used on the ass-hole as well as the pussy but the diminutive towhead was too busy at that moment to mention her realization.
Aunt Helen shivered and moaned when she felt the tip of the dildo smack the mouth of her womb. Her loins jumped upward. The woman was all but unaware of the afterglow from the clitoral orgasm Marina had given her with her lips and her tongue only a few moments before.
Aunt Helen could feel the little girl pushing the dildo inside her pussy as far as it would go. Marina left just enough plastic at the base protruding from Aunt Helen's huge inner cunt lips so that Marina would be able to grip the ersatz dong with her fingertips. Marina held the dildo in with the fingertips of one hand. With her free hand she turned the knob at the base of the dildo so that it began to vibrate. It was vibrating at full blast! Marina could hear the hum.
Aunt Helen began to convulse on the bed immediately. Cunt juice oozed from the base of her spasming cooze. Aunt Helen could feel a deep-vaginal orgasm tearing through her. Her inner cunt muscles were holding the vibrator. Tugging it. Sucking it.
Marina was shocked to discover that she actually had to pull at the base of the woman's dildo a little to keep her from sucking it all the way up inside so deep that the little girl would have had difficulty getting at it with her fingers.
Aunt Helen was bucking up and down wildly. She tossed on the bed so violently that one leg fell off the side and her foot dangled in mid-air, Swinging back and forth at the knee. That foot kicked into the air viciously just as if Aunt Helen were practicing Oriental Martial Arts.
Aunt Helen told Marina to pull the dildo out after her third deep-vaginal release. She was appeased. Her cunt had been pleasured inside and out!
Marina pulled the dildo out of Aunt Helen's cunt very slowly. She could see how wet and slippery the shaft of the ersatz dong was from the juices being secreted inside the woman's honey pot.
Marina raised the dildo to her nose and sniffed at it. She then licked it clean and handed it back to Aunt Helen. Now the woman was still. She was catching her breath and listening to her heartbeat slow to normal.
Marian knew that it was her turn to have the inside of her cunt massaged. Marina crawled up over her aunt and sprawled right on top of the much larger woman. Marina rested her head on the woman's humongous tits. They listened to each other's heartbeats for a time. It was a peaceful time. There was no rush to do anything. They had all summer to caress each other's naked bodies. Marina was glad that the pool in the backyard was very private. Marina was looking forward to skinny-dipping with her aunt, diddling each other under the water, necking in the sun, naked on their blankets next to the pool. Now it was Marina who could feel the center of her womanly pleasure shifting from her clitoris to that magic spot very close to the mouth of her womb, past her cherry where the little girl had never been touched.
"I want to fuck you," Aunt Helen said.
Her voice was no more than a whisper.
"My pussy wants to be fucked," Marina said.
"It wants to be a woman's cunt."
"I am tired of being a little girl."
"I don't blame you. Being a woman is more fun."
"I know. I should say I need to know!"
"Roll over on your back and get comfortable."
"Okie dokie," Marina said.
"Let me get that other dildo."
Aunt Helen sat up on the bed. She reached for the night table and into the cardboard shoebox. In there she found the other dildo, which, unlike the first, was made of rubber. Black rubber.
Marina's eyes went wide when she saw it. It was huge. Much bigger than she expected to be. The strap-on dildo was even bigger than the vibrator used on Aunt Helen's more mature cunt.
Marina could see that the black dildo was a good eight and a half inches long but that wasn't what impressed her the most about it. It was the thickness of that rubber pole that really shook Marina up. She could feel her mind boggling. The dildo was easily as thick as her own wrist. Marina tried to imagine her pussy lips opening far enough to take that pole but her imagination failed to conjure such an image.
Aunt Helen stood up and began to slip the straps over her feet. The straps were elastic. One size fits all.
"Does it have to be so big?" Marina asked with worry in her voice.
"You are underestimating yourself," Aunt Helen replied.
"I can't imagine that big thing fitting inside me."
"It will. It will if you want it to badly enough," the woman said.
"But I will have to stretch, won't I?" Marina heard herself inquire.
"Oh yes. Stretching is half the fun," Aunt Helen replied.
"It seems like it is physically impossible," Marina said.
"Your pussy is more elastic than you give it credit for."
"I hope so. You can't put a square peg in a round hole."
"How many women have you known in your life, Marina?"
"Many, why?" the little girl asked, tilting her head.
"You have known women just as small as yourself, right?"
"Yes. I knew a girl who was even smaller. She liked big men, though."
"There you go. None of those small women have ever been killed because they got fucked with a cock that was too big."
"That's true," Marina said, half to her aunt and half to herself. She was starting to feel a little better. Besides, the ache inside her cunt was getting worse all the time . Her body was telling her that it not only wanted to be fucked by that huge dildo but that it NEEDED to be fucked by that spurious tube steak.
"You have no reason whatsoever to worry. It will hurt when your cherry pops, but by the time it is over you might not even remember that part."
"What are those little bumps for on the base of the dildo?"
"Those are to pleasure my clit. See how I wear it?"
"Oh yeah. You get pleasure during the fuck also," Marina said.
"Absolutely. I can make myself come while humping," Aunt Helen replied.
"Wow," Marina said, her inner cunt lips opening and closing.
The woman placed the base of the dildo over her clit and adjusted the straps, making sure none of them were twisted. She then began to strut around the room. Marina couldn't help but notice that her aunt's gait as she walked became more masculine when she was wearing the black rubber dildo. The fake cock was standing at attention before Aunt Helen's femininely sloped loins.
Aunt Helen was moving her shoulders rather than her hips from side to side as she walked around wearing the ebony pole. Marina was on her back on the bed with her legs spread open as far as she could get them.
"I think it would help if we lubricated the dildo," Aunt Helen said.
"My pussy is pretty slippery. Aunt Helen," Marina exclaimed.
"Still, the penetration will come with greater ease if both the pole and the hole and slippery," Aunt Helen said.
"I guess so. You are the boss," Marina said with a smile. "You had better believe I am," Aunt Helen said firmly.
Aunt Helen got onto the bed on her hands and knees. Her palms were fat on the bedspread in between Marina's side and her arms. Both of Aunt Helen's knees were in between Marina's parted thighs.
Aunt Helen lowered herself onto Marina. She used her right hand to guide the tip of the dildo onto the girl's snatch. The woman had smeared K-Y Jelly all over the fake cock. She had put extra lubricant on the molded head of the rubber dong, where the slipperiness was most essential.
Aunt Helen felt her tits pressing against Marina's chest. The older woman's long black hair fell down around Marina's head, creating a tent. They were all alone in the world inside that tent, and neither of them wanted it any other way. Aunt Helen moved her upper torso back and forth a little bit so that they were rubbing their nipples together. She ran the tip of the dildo up and down the entire length of the girl's cunt. She rubbed the tip of the dildo against Marina's love button, and the little girl thought this felt very, very good but it was no longer what the virgin wanted most of all. She wanted that pole inside her cunt and she wanted it in there deep and now!
Aunt Helen could tell that Marina's clit for all practical purposes had been demoted to being a secondary erogenous zone. The woman pulled the tip of the dildo away from Marina's clitoris.
Aunt Helen kicked her legs out behind her. Her knees were straight and close together. She got up on her toes. She looked as if she were about to do a series of push-ups on top of her loving niece. Marina could feel more desire inside her cunt than she would have thought possible if she had not experienced those sensations for herself. She could tell that getting fucked was going to be even more different from masturbation than having her poontang eaten had been.
Aunt Helen guided the molded head of the black lance to the mouth of Marina's fuck hole. Marina tried to imagine how far into her soft underbelly the tip of that rubber pole would have to push before her inner cunt lips would have the honor of gripping it at the base. Again the diminutive towhead discovered that her limited imagination was only trying in vain to conjure up that information. Her mind was in awe of what was about to happen. She could tell that the tip of that black rubber pole was going to do more than just touch her in places where she had never been touched before.
Oh yes.
Much more.
Marina knew that the tip of Aunt Helen's dildo was going to touch her in places she didn't even know she had. Secret places. Internal places. Womanly places. Places that Marina would not have thought could be reached from the outside.
Aunt Helen adjusted her hips.
The beautiful black-haired woman moved her ass back a few inches so that the shaft of that dildo was at the appropriate angle for deep-vaginal penetration.
She tensed her ass muscles.
Aunt Helen pressed her fleshy buttocks together as tightly as she possibly could. Her ass cheeks were no longer soft but very hard with the tension in them. Aunt Helen had her ass cheeks pressed together so tightly that Marina figured the world's strongest man would have been able to pry them open even if he had been allowed to use a crow bar.
She jack-knifed at the waist.
Aunt Helen lowered her head and began to suck at Marina's pouting lower lip. They touched the tips of their tongues together.
Then their mouths pulled apart.
"Are you ready, Marina?"
"So ready that I can taste it!' "You have no regrets?' "None whatsoever."
"Good."
Then the beautiful black-haired woman began to push downward with his lower torso. Marina could feel the pressure increasing on the mouth of her unused fuck hole. Marina could tell that her virginity only had a few more seconds to live.
Marina could tell that her inner cunt lips were going to have to stretch further than they had ever stretched before. She figured they were going to have to stretch as far as they could go. She kept telling herself over and over again what Aunt Helen had told her. Her pussy was a hell of a lot more elastic than she gave it credit for.
Aunt Helen pushed but for a long time nothing seemed to happen. Marina's pussy remained closed in spite of the fact that she was concentrating her attentions exclusively on relaxing the muscles along the sides of her hairless vulva.
Aunt Helen could tell that there was only one thing that was going to get that huge prick up the little girl's tight twat and that was brute force. Aunt Helen happened to have a lot of brute force at her disposal. She was a very strong woman.
She took a deep breath. She filled her lungs.
Aunt Helen then let out all of that air with a grunting blast and at the same time-stabbed down with the rubber pole as hard as she could. Marina could feel her inner pussy lips opening rapidly. They opened so far that they were gripping at the blunt end of the dildo.
Marina could feel the dildo pressing against her cherry. She could feel her hymen stretching taut. Then Aunt Helen inhaled again.
She stabbed down again and the taut maidenhead tore away. The pretty little blonde could hear the ripping sound. As a matter-of-fact the teenager could hear the ripping sound a fraction of an second before she felt the pain. Her cherry popped like a cork out of a champagne bottle.
Aunt Helen knew that it was going to be no easy task getting the entire length of that dildo inside Marina's pussy in spite of the fact that her cherry was gone.
Marina heard herself scream in pain. She could feel fresh tears welling up in her baby blue eyes. Marina's eyes once again became red and swollen.
The little girl felt as if she had just been stabbed in the pussy with a red-hot poker. She was in agony. She could feel something wet and sticky inside her pussy mixing with her natural lubrication and it took her a second or two to figure out what it was. Then it struck her. It was blood. Blood from her recently opened wound. "Should I stop? Does it hurt too much?" Aunt Helen asked.
"NO! PUSH IT IN DEEPER!" Marina screamed. She knew that this was the answer that the beautiful black-haired woman wanted to hear.
CHAPTER TWO
"I CAN FEEL IT! I CAN FEEL IT DEEP INSIDE MY BELLY!" Marina screamed. Aunt Helen did not stop pushing until the dildo was all the way in.
It took a long time but Aunt Helen finally got it in up to the hilt. Marina's inner cunt lips loved the way it felt as they gripped desperately at the very base of the fake dong.
Marina remembered that instant when she felt the tip of the dildo touching the back wall of her cunt. She had been thrilling to her at the time, because there had been several inches of rubber remaining to be inserted.
Now Marina could feel her inner cunt walls stretching to capacity in all possible directions. She was filled to the brim by the ebony pole.
Marina could feel her clitoris throbbing against the base of the rubber pole. The dildo was thick enough to directly massage the little blonde's love button during this simulated intercourse.
Aunt Helen did not start her fucking motion right away. In fact, she continued pushing down. This gave Marina the illusion that the dildo was sinking even deeper into the pink tissues of her inner abdomen. The little girl could feel the tickle behind her bellybutton getting scratched.
Then Aunt Helen began to gyrate her hips, riding that pussy high so that there would be maximum direct stimulation to the little man in the boat.
Only after what seemed like an eternity to the little girl, did Aunt Helen begin to slowly withdraw. The black-haired woman began to pull upward with the tensed muscles in her fleshy ass.
Marina could feel her inner cunt lips gripping at the pole as it slid out. There was blood on the dildo. Blood still oozed from the wound the wound where Marina's cherry had been earlier.
Surprisingly, the diminutive towhead had forgotten all about the pain of losing her hymen. That seemed as if it had happened years before.
Marina felt as if she were in a time warp. In fact, she had very little sense of time at all. It didn't seem to matter how long anything lasted. It could last for a million years and it would still be over too soon.
Marina could feel her inner cunt lips being stretched taut, away from the rest of her crotch. The woman continued to pull out. She withdrew every bit as slowly as she had originally penetrated.
Marina could feel Aunt Helen pulling upward with her feminine lower torso until just the tip of the black dildo remained between Marina's stretched inner cunt lips.
Marina could see with wide blue eyes-that Aunt Helen left just enough rubber inside her pussy to keep the mouth of the pussy pried gaping open.
Marina felt Aunt Helen pause. The beautiful black-haired woman took a deep breath, grunted out the air, and slammed the entire dong inside Marina's cunt. The entire length entered the little girl's barely prepared pussy in one fell swoop.
Marina could hear her poontang make a wet farting noise as gases and juices were forced from the passageway. She could feel a great pressure behind her eyes.
Marina could feel her mouth fall open. Her eyes felt as if they were bulging. For a frightening moment Marina feared her baby blues were going to come popping right out of their bone sockets.
Her tongue came popping out of her mouth. The truth of the matter was that the little blonde was more shocked than hurt by that sudden violation.
Marina had simply been unaware that her cunt could go from completely empty to completely full with that kind of rapidity. She heard herself grunt with the penetration just as if all of the wind had been knocked out of Marina's lungs by the impalement of her oozing fig!
Aunt Helen did not stop fucking. She pulled the dildo almost all the way out once again and rammed it back inside. She began to fuck with a smooth steady stroke. She used the entire length of the dildo with each stroke. Marina was in Heaven. Once again the little girl found herself thinking that such pleasure was impossible for a mere mortal such as herself.
Aunt Helen pumped fantastic pleasure into
Marina's drooling peach with each stab. The tip was pushing well up into Marina's belly. Marina felt as if the dong were pushing right through her a little deeper with each grunting fuck stab!
Aunt Helen began to wiggle her hips from side to side. She could feel the little bumps at the base of the dildo caressing her love button. Marina could feel her clit being battered back and forth by the top of the shaft of the constantly rigid dick.
Aunt Helen could feel her engorged clit nearing orgasm, and she knew that she would have to pick up the pace. Aunt Helen cranked her hips into high gear. She shifted her whole body into high gear. She arched her back and moved her ass up and down as hard and fast as she could. Aunt Helen's ass was moving up and down at that moment so fast that the dark globes were a blur to the naked eye.
Marina actually did feel impaled by the prick. She felt like a butterfly on a pin. She loved every inch of the rubber spear. She loved being taken in this manner.
Marina could feel the tip of the rubber pole smacking into her dimpled cervix again and again, each time bringing her closer to that ultimate joy.
Then Marina felt the explosion and she found herself experiencing a climax unlike any of the others she had known. It was unlike the orgasms she had given herself with her diddling fingers. It was unlike the come Aunt Helen had given her with her sucking lips and flicking tongue tip.
It was a deep-vaginal orgasm. The kind of orgasm that only a woman could know. How odd it was that Marina had lost her cherry to another woman. The little blonde pondered this momentarily as she was humped against the bed but quickly her mind returned its exclusive focus to her divine sexual sensations.
Aunt Helen could feel the pleasure in her niece's loins. She knew that the little girl was coming, and she could tell that she was about to come also.
Aunt Helen slammed the entire length of the dildo inside the little girl's juicy pomegranate and this time she kept it there. Once again the little girl could feel her inner cunt lips gripping the black pole at the hilt!
Aunt Helen rubbed her pubic bone against Marina's hard. Marina could feel the tip of the black lance digging into her belly. Her clit began to convulse and for a moment Marina thought she was coming twice at the same time.
Aunt Helen screamed with her own joy as she felt her clitoral release. Great waves of pleasure coursed the entire length of the woman's mind.
They were coming together. Aunt Helen and Marina shivered and screamed together. They sang a shrill lesbian duet in homage to the pleasure they shared.
They the moment of passion was over and Aunt Helen immediately pulled the dildo all the way out of Marina's cunt. The woman rolled off of her niece.
Aunt Helen rolled onto her back on the bed and they both panted, trying to restore the proper amount of oxygen to their bloodstreams.
Aunt Helen's dildo had its tip pointing at the ceiling. Marina had one tear on her cheekbone. The little girl could tell that blood had dripped down into the crack of her ass. She felt all crusty down there, but she did not move. The glow was so intense that it almost made it impossible for the girl to move.
When Marina finally did get her head together she rolled over onto her belly. She moved her upper torso on her elbows and kissed Aunt Helen on the mouth. The kiss was wet and their tongues battled throughout.
"I want to lick the dildo clean," Marina said.
"You are kinky, little girl."
"I'm a woman now, remember?"
"You certainly are, Marina. You certainly are," Aunt Helen said.
Marina kissed Aunt Helen's breasts lightly licking at the nipples.
"You taste all salty and sweaty and good," Marina said with a giggle.
"Ummmmmmmmm," was the sole blissful sound Aunt Helen could muster.
Marina kissed her way down to the dildo. Marina could see that most of the blood from her popped cherry had clustered in a ring around the very base of the spurious dick.
Marina kissed the rubber pole. It was hot hot from the friction of pumping at Marina's virginal cunt for so long. Marina parted her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked the rubber. She could taste the juice of her own pussy.
Marina began to lick at the ring of blood. She was pleased to find that it didn't taste gross at all. As a matter-of-fact, the little girl rather enjoyed the taste of the blood from her recently opened tunnel of love.
Marina found that some of the blood had already browned and become crusty with exposure to the fresh air. She had to stiffen her tongue and flake this blood away. Naturally, Marina did not stop licking until the dildo was as clean as a whistle.
Marina kissed the insides of Aunt Helen's thighs.
"I'll bet you would love to take a bath," Aunt Helen said.
"Oh yes. You have read my mind," Marina replied with wide eyes.
"Would you like to take a hot bath with me, Marina?"
"Can it be a bubble bath?" Marina asked eagerly, her hands clasped together.
"Sweetheart, it can be any kind of bath you like," Aunt Helen said.
"It sounds marvy!" Marina said. Aunt Helen took the little girl by the hand and helped her to her feet. Marina realized that she was going to have a little trouble walking. Now that some of the numbness had worn off of her pussy she could tell how severely she had been ravaged down there. Marina could tell that her cunt was going to be sore for a couple of days. She could also tell that a nice hot bath was going to do a lot to relieve the soreness she was experiencing between her legs.
CHAPTER THREE
Marina knew that Aunt Helen was exclusively a lesbian. She had probably never had sex with a man in her life. If she had, Marina certainly didn't know about it.
As the summer passed, Marina found that she was thinking of men more than ever. Marina could tell that she wasn't exclusively a lesbian at all. Marina could tell that she was a bisexual, which seemed like a very good thing to be.
Marina did not get to leave the estate very often and the only men she saw were the servants that worked in the house and on the grounds.
Of the male servants who worked for Helen Markham, Marina's favorite was an older man named George. He was about forty, but he had a distinguished handsomeness to him that Marina found very appealing.
Marina often spent her afternoons out by the swimming pool, wearing her skimpy string bikini. The little girl would stretch out on a chaise lounge and sometimes fall asleep in the sun with her foxy shades over her eyes.
Her skin was oiled and tanned. She made it through the peeling and burning stage in less than a week. The blonde hairs on her arms had turned white, making her tanned skin look even darker than it would have otherwise.
Every once in a while, when the sun became too hot, Marina would dive head first a perfect racing dive into the pool. She would swim a couple of laps and then return to her sunning spot.
Marina always had the radio blasting into her ear. She played the rock and roll station-too loud for Aunt Helen's taste. But on this fateful day Aunt Helen was not around. She had gone to Mamaroneck to do some shopping.
Marina was stretched out in the sun. She flattened the lounge so she could roll over and get sun on her back. She removed her shades and turned the station on the radio. The station she had on was playing a slow song. Marina Cockerham hated slow songs. She liked her music fast, even when the days were slow and lazy.
Marina was in a drowsy half-awake, half-asleep state when she felt the sun's rays being blocked. She thought that the sun had gone behind a cloud, which struck her as strange because there hadn't been a cloud in the sky when she rolled over.
She lifted her head sleepily and realized that it was not a cloud, but rather George who was blocking the sun. He was standing over her, gazing down on her practically nude little body.
"Hi, George. You shouldn't sneak up on a girl like that," Marina said.
"Hi Marina. I have to change the floss in the pool filter," George said.
"Be my guest," Marina said. She could see that look in his eyes. That glazed-over look that could only mean one thing. Lust. She could tell that her naked little body was too much for George and that he was filling with passion. The fence around the pool was closed. No one was expected. Marina realized that she and George could do whatever they wanted to and no one would be the wiser.
"Marina, I was wondering if you, uh, if you needed someone to rub oil on your back," George said.
"You are sweet," Marina said. "There's the oil. You can rub whatever you want." Marina then did something that she had never done before in her entire life.
She winked at a man.
Marina could see the bulge in the crotch of the man's trousers. She could tell that he was hung like a horse. He had sandy blonde hair that was graying at the temples. He had a ruggedly handsome face, a face that had been outdoors a great deal.
The deep lines in his weathered face only enhanced his attractiveness as far as Marina was concerned.
"You know George, I have never been with a man alone like this before," Marina said. She made a little purring noise in the back of her throat.
"You know that Mrs. Markham would fire me if she knew I was doing this," George said. He poured oil onto his hand and began to rub Marina's back with it, concentrating his attention on the smooth skin between near the string of her bikini top.
"You know that Aunt Helen won't be back for hours. Stay here and play with me, George. Teach me what its like to be with a man," Marina said.
"You are a hard girl to say no to."
"Then don't say no."
"I really should go."
"Untie the back of my bikini top George. Oil the whole back. I don't want any tan lines." Marina was keeping the pressure on. She could tell that the handsome man did not have a hell of a lot of willpower left.
George's fingers were shaking a little bit as he untied the string. He pulled the top off of her back. The cups fell away from the sides of her pert breasts.
"Oh God," George said.
"What's the matter, George."
"You don't know what you are doing to me," George said.
"I have a pretty good idea. You are very handsome, George. Do you think I am pretty?" Marina said.
"Oh yes. God yes," George said.
"I've never seen a man's prick, George. Show me your prick."
"I can't believe that this is happening to me," George said.
"You don't have to be frightened. I don't bite. Maybe a little."
"You are biting off more than you can chew," George said.
"I don't think so. Let me see your prick. I want to taste it."
Marina sat up and her bikini top fell away. George stared at her tits.
"Okay, you can see my prick. You are too hot to turn down," George said.
"I thought you would see things my way. We are going to be good friends."
"I think you are right, Marina. I think you are absolutely right."
George's hair was long and slightly ungroomed. He looked as if he needed a haircut. He was dressed in a neatly tailored suit, however. He seemed grossly overdressed for the heat of the summer, but Marina knew that Aunt Helen insisted that her servants stay in uniform. The women servants had to wear skimpy short dresses that showed off their legs. The men had to dress in crisp monkey suits.
George had amazingly broad shoulders. Marina could tell, even though he had his clothes on, that his chest, his back and his shoulders were covered with thick slabs of iron-thewed muscle. She could tell that those muscles rippled each and every time George moved.
In spite of the girth of George's upper torso, his waist and his hips were very thin. There was a great ratio between his waist and his shoulders. Almost two to one. His thighs were thick. Marina found herself wondering if one of the man's thighs was bigger around than her twenty-two inch waist. She would not have been a bit surprised. His legs were long. He stood well over six feet tall and she could tell that he tipped the scales at well over two-hundred pounds. He was not obese by any means. He didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere on him. He was all muscle. It was obvious to anyone who looked at George that he worked out a great deal to keep his body in such fantastic shape. George had once tried out to be a professional football player but had been cut from the roster in the early going because of his lack of speed and a fragile knee.
Marina could see that the man's hands and feet were extraordinarily large and she could tell by the throbbing bulge in the crotch of his suit trousers that the same thing was true of another all-important part of his masculine anatomy.
George's hands went for his belt buckle. He unbuckled the brass buckle and undid his pants. He unzipped his fly and tugged down his drawers. His cock came popping out. He sighed. His dick had felt like it wanted to tear right through his underwear and the crotch of his suit trousers.
Marina's mouth fell open. George could tell by the expression on her face that if she had seen a dick before she had never seen one like his.
George had a huge prick every bit as large as the black rubber dildo Aunt Helen had used to pop the diminutive blonde's cherry.
"Wow," Marina said.
"You like it?"
"Very much. It's a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be."
"I am big in general, I guess. It's a problem sometimes."
"How so, George. I would think that a big cock would be an advantage."
"Women are sometimes frightened by the size of my cock. I have been known to hurt women because of my size and because well, I tend to lose control."
"I am not frightened by the size of your cock, George, and I am not frightened by you. I think your cock is cute," Marina said. She smiled and licked her lips.
"I have to admit that I have never ever heard my prick described that way before," George exclaimed.
"Take off all of your clothes and come swimming with me," Marina said.
"And then?"
"Then you can sit on the edge of the pool and I'll suck you off."
"Do you think my cock head will fit in that little mouth of yours."
"I think it will. I know I can do it, if I want to bad enough."
"I guess you must want to go down on me pretty bad," George said.
"My mouth is watering. My pussy is on fire," Marina replied.
"I can't believe those words are coming from your mouth," George said.
"You probably thought I didn't have naughty thoughts," Marina said.
"It's true. I thought you were too young still," George said.
"Little girls are growing up faster and faster these days," Marina said.
"Progress is a wonderful thing," George said. He removed his clothes.
They dove into the pool and each swam two laps, back and forth. Then George hauled himself out of the pool and sat on the edge. His feet were in the water. His ass was on the platform, the buttocks pressed flat. His balls drooped over the edge and his cock was an arrow standing at attention before his flat loins, the tip pointing at Marina's approaching face.
"I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time," she said.
She reached out and she took his cock in her hand. She gave it a little squeeze. George moaned. Marina loved the way his dick felt against her palm and the insides of her fingers.
Marina could see that George's cock was thickest at the head. The head of his cock had turned a deep purple color with its full engorgement.
Marina thought the head of George's cock looked like a grossly overgrown acorn. She could see that the skin covering it was stretched smooth and taut.
Marina thought the skin covering the crown of George's dong had to be the smoothest thing she had ever seen, and she couldn't wait to find out if it was going to feel just as smooth against her sexually aroused taste buds.
Marina thought the head of George's cock looked ready to explode. If she had asked him he would have told her that it felt the same way. It looked as if it would burst from the internal pressure if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside. Marina found herself looking at the little hole at the very tip of the man's cock. She could see that there were little lips on either side of the hole. She was smart enough to know that this was the hole from which both his golden urine and silver semen emerged. The lips made the hole look like a mouth. The hole was opening and closing from the tiny spasms George was experiencing down there. The mouth looked as if it were trying in vain to sing out with its acute desire. Marina could see the ring of scar tissue around the base of George's cock, and she knew that this was from the operation the man had had no doubt when he was a baby to remove his useless foreskin.
Marina could see that the entire length of George's cock was bobbing up and down, the tip snapping toward his belly as if the base were attached to his loins via a tightly sprung hinge.
The tip of his cock was aiming to smack him in the belly several inches above his bellybutton. I could see that his chest and his belly were covered by a thick rug of sandy blonde and gray body hair. It was hard to find his nipples or his navel through all of that hair. It was difficult to determine where his belly hair stopped and his pubic hair began. All of that hair made him look like a beast and Marina liked that.
Marina lowered her eyes and found herself looking at the sack that contained George's balls. It, like his prick, was a hell of a lot larger than she had expected.
Marina could see that there was no way the man's scrotal sack could fit in the palm of her hand, no matter how far apart she spread her fingers.
Marina could see that her hand was not large enough to make a fist all the way around the stem of George's dick. She began to squeeze his cock rhythmically. His piss hole opened each and every time she squeezed his pulsating rod.
Marina could see that there were blue veins running up and down the underside of George's cock. She wanted to lick them. She could see that George's scrotal sack was filled to the brim with his fuck juice.
Marina could tell that the man's balls, his glands of masculinity, were very swollen. The little girl began to kiss her way up and down the insides of George's heavily muscled thighs.
She began to lick his balls with the tip of her tongue. He lifted his feet out of the water and placed them on the edge of the platform. He rolled onto the small of his back. His balls lifted.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marina licked downward further and found the tip of her tongue on George's hairy ass-hole. The man had not expected to be licked there.
He certainly had not expected her to give him a rim job. He associated such oral caresses with women much older and more experienced.
She licked his anus clean, licked back up over the patch of skin between his balls and his ass-hole and then back onto his scrotal sack once again.
Marina flicked her tongue tip all over his scrotal sack. She switched to the flat part of her tongue and lapped happily at his glands of masculinity.
George's balls felt like two recently lit globs of canned heat. He could feel his come swimming around his aching nuts impatiently.
He could feel a tickle of anticipation at the base of his cock. He knew that that tickle could do nothing but grow as long as Marina was licking in between his legs.
George knew that the tickle was not going to stop growing until it was no longer a tickle at all, but rather a fiery ball of liquid anxiety.
Sexual anxiety.
Marina decided that she was going to suck on George's balls, and she knew that she had to be very careful to do this. She knew how sensitive his balls were.
How fragile.
The little girl knew that she had to make her mouth cottony soft and suck lightly at his nuts. She could hurt him severely if she sucked too hard.
She curled her lips over her teeth.
She did not want to take a chance of inadvertently biting the man's balls. The last thing she wanted to do was cause the servant any discomfort.
She pulled in her tongue.
Marina wrapped her lips around the man's left testicle and she began to suck with a smooth steady pressure. She hollowed her cheeks slightly.
Her tongue was busy again.
She sucked and licked at his swollen gland of manhood simultaneously. His muscles tensed. He lifted his chin. He tilted his face toward the sun.
His head was back.
His eyes were closed and his facial expression reflected the bliss he was experiencing. "The little girl made wet noises with her mouth.
Wet sucking noises.
Marina decided that his balls had had enough pleasure. After a certain point she knew the direct stimulation to his testicles was only making the ache in his cock worse.
She could tell that George wanted to have the bulbous purple head of his cock sucked so badly that he could taste it. He had to swallow more frequently than usual to keep from drooling.
Marina parted her lips and stuck her tongue out as far as she could. "She cupped her left hand under his balls. She spread her fingers apart.
Marina held as much of the scrotal sack at one time as she could and began to squeeze the wrinkled bag rhythmically in sync with his heartbeat.
In this manner the diminutive blonde was simulating the natural throbbing that the handsome middle-aged servant was experiencing in his nuts.
Marina's right hand was still wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. She squeezed his balls and his dick at the same time. Her squeezes seemed to be pumping even more purple blood into the rock-hard head of his dong.
Marina pulled her right palm away from the shaft of his tube steak. She held his cock's stem with just her fingertips. She wanted to give her tongue room.
Marina wanted to be able to lick up and down the entire length of his cock shaft, and her squeezing fist was only going to get in the way.
Marina found herself staring at the underside of the man's cock shaft. She looked at the dilated blue veins that ran up and down the entire length of the extraordinarily thick stalk.
She was going to allow the longest, thickest vein to determine her tongue's route. She had no trouble determining which vein was biggest.
There was one vein right up the middle of the underside of his cock shaft that was a lot longer and thicker than any of the others.
This vein was the river. All of the other veins were tributaries to it. Marina placed the tip of her tongue at the very base of his cock shaft.
She didn't know it, but she was touching the man precisely at the spot where he was feeling his mounting tickle of sexual urgency.
She began to flick back and forth.
Marina lifted her head. Her tits were bobbing on top of the water like a pair of milky white buoys. The water was cool on her hot pussy.
She could see the sparkling of the drops of water on George's shoulders. The water was reflecting the bright sunshine. Marina licked upward slowly.
All of the muscles in George's hard body tensed on him involuntarily at the same time when Marina's tongue reached a certain spot.
The spot was just below the head.-It was a fleshy patch, directly below the split, the groove, in the head of his dong. She could tell that his nerve-endings were clustered tightly there.
Marina could tell that the man was particularly erogenous at this spot. The groove in his cock head Marina thought made it look like a ripe plum.
Marina ran the tip of her tongue up that groove. She was still holding the shaft of his cock with her fingertips exclusively. She ran the tip of her tongue all the way to his piss hole.
Marina's taster was on his urethra. She began to flick back and forth across the swollen lips astride the piss hole. She flicked at the very tip of his pecker.
George began to bounce up and down on the pool platform on the cheeks of his ass. He could tell that the little girl wasn't going to have to suck him for very long at all to make him come.
He already felt close to the edge.
She squeezed his balls tightly.
Her middle finger was in his ass crack.
Her middle fingertip almost touched his anus.
Marina lazily rolled the sides of her tongue all over the stretched skin covering his don's crown. She was pleased to discover that the skin covering his cock head felt every bit as smooth on her aroused taste buds as it had originally looked.
She began to lick up and down the entire length of his cock with the flat part of her tongue lapping enthusiastically, as if she were working on an all-day sucker.
Then the little girl once again made a fist around the base of George's cock. He could tell that she was getting ready to suck him. He began to shiver.
He was gripping at the edge of the pool so tightly that all of his knuckles turned white. He was opening and closing his knees a little bit.
Marina looked at the pulsating cock head and concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her face. She thought about breathing exclusively through her nose.
Her nostrils flared.
Soon her mouth would be full.
Marina dropped her jaw and her mouth fell gaping open. Again she concentrated on keeping her lips curled over her teeth so she would not risk accidentally biting the man's prick.
Her mouth was opened so far that the skin at its corners was stretched taut and her jaw was threatening to lock in the open position.
She pushed her head down over the head of his cock. She wrapped her lips desperately around the ring of scar tissue below his cock head.
The girth of his glans stretched the corners of her mouth further back than they were stretched already She began to suck. She sucked as hard aa she could.
She hollowed her cheeks deeply.
The man felt as if his come were being sucked right up out of his scrotal sack into the base of his cock. His arousal approached saturation.
Marina knew that she wouldn't have to suck much longer before he would shoot his cream right into her mouth. She was looking forward to this. She knew that his come was going to be more delicious than anything she had ever tasted before.
CHAPTER FIVE
Marina began to pump up and down on the shaft of George's cock with the palm of her hand. She could feel the cock getting harder than before.
The diminutive blonde would not have thought this possible if she hadn't felt it for herself. The cock felt more than ever like it wanted to explode.
She could feel his cock spasming against the insides of her fingers and her palms as if convulsed She was flicking her tongue across his piss hole as she sucked.
The man pushed down hard against the pool platform with the heels of his palms. He lifted his ass cheeks right up off that platform.
His face was very red as his mouth fell open. He howled with his pleasure, and Marina found that she was intensely curious about his come. She knew little about it.
Marina didn't know what his come was going to taste like although her feminine intuition told her that it would be delicious. She didn't know how much come there would be.
Marina didn't know what temperature the jism would be and she had no idea what the texture of that fuck juice was going to be like.
The only thing that Marina remembered reading about a man's silver seed was that it was almost one-hundred percent protein and actually very good for a woman to drink.
She knew that George was going to feed her a hot meal. It all felt so natural and good to Marina, that guilt was the last thing on her mind. She forgot all about how angry Aunt Helen would be if the black-haired woman knew what the little blonde was doing at that moment.
The man's piss hole dilated and he shot his first spurt of cream into her mouth. It didn't take the little girl very long at all to figure out that there was more come than she could handle.
Her mouth was filled. She puffed out her cheeks so that she looked as if she had developed an instantaneous case of the mumps. She began to swallow right away.
But there was no way the little blonde was going to hold all of that come inside her mouth. She could feel it oozing from the stretched corners oi her lips.
She could feel the jelly from the man's cock rolling down onto her chin, hotly and thickly. Some of the jism remained on her tongue to cool.
Some of the come dripped onto the inside of her upturned left wrist. Plop, plop, plop. The come that remained on her chin cooled and coagulated into a thicker jelly.
The come was also a lot hotter than she would have expected and for a moment or two she feared that the inside of her mouth was being scalded.
Marina discovered that she had to wait for the come to cool a little bit before her taste buds could fully appreciate the flavor of that jam.
But it was worth the wait. Marina was not disappointed by the flavor of the handsome servant's come. Not at all. Not one iota. It was indeed, one of the most delicious things the little girl had ever tasted in her entire life.
The come tasted fishy.
Salty.
like the froth of the sea.
like seashells. like the beach when the tide was out. Marina could feel her brain swimming. Her mind seemed to travel once again in a thousand different directions at the same time.
Marina was determined to keep sucking at the man's spasming cock until his orgasm was completely over. After that initial blast of come Marina discovered that she had no trouble keeping the remainder of his come inside her mouth.
Marina loved the texture of his come just as much as the flavor. She loved the way it felt as it slithered down the entire length of his gullet toward the warm spot of contentment that was forming at the pit of her tummy.
She felt the rhythm of his cock's spasms ... she timed her mouth's action so that it was in sync. She sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. She moved her hand and her mouth in sync with one another as well.
She wanted to suck all of the come out of his scrotal sack. She wanted his balls to be as dry as a pair of bones bleached on the sun by the time she was through. She couldn't get enough of that come inside her mouth.
The quantity of come diminished with each spasm. She could tell that his orgasm was almost over. She pumped his shaft furiously. Then all of his muscles relaxed.
He began to breathe deeply and she could tell he had shifted from his orgasm into his afterglow. She pulled her mouth off of his cock head.
She could feel the head and shaft of his cock lose their urgent rigidity almost immediately. She kept her hands on his cock and balls. She loosened her grip, however, out of respect for his sexual appeasement. Marina could feel the blood pumping back out of the head and shaft.
Marina wondered how long she would have to wait before the man's cock would get hard again. She was anxious to feel him inside her cunt.
She pumped the shaft of his softening prick three times to make sure that there wasn't any come trapped in the shaft. She instinctively knew that there might be.
Sure enough, the little blonde could see a couple of droplets of post-orgasmic dog water oozing from between the swollen lips astride George's piss hole.
Those droplets of cloudy dew did not remain there very long at all-Marina quickly laved them away with a single swipe of her pointy and slightly curled tongue tip.
The little blonde could see that there was a thin film of come all over the head of his cock. She used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean.
Marina then released her grip on his cock and balls all together. She could see that his cock no longer wanted to defy the laws of gravity.
The stem curled.
The head deflated.
The dick slumped and then slouched onto the inside of his thick thigh. He sighed and looked at her. His face was filled with gratefulness.
"You sure do have a hot little mouth, Marina," George said.
"Was I good? Is there anything I did wrong?" Marina asked.
"Heavens no! You were great!" George exclaimed sincerely.
"I'm glad. I didn't really know what I was doing," she said.
"Sure you did. You were born with that knowledge," he said.
"Maybe you are right. Will you be able to get another erection?"
"In a few minutes I will, if you give me a helping hand."
"I'll give you anything your heart desires, George," she said.
"As can you, Marina. I want to give you pleasure now," he said.
George hopped into the pool. They were standing in the shallow end. He hugged her tightly and his mouth was on hers. He kissed her hungrily. His hands were on the small of her back and then on the cheeks of her ass.
He then pulled away from her enough so that he could get his hands in between her legs. Marina stood with her feet a little more than shoulder width apart on the bottom of the pool. The bottoms of her bathing suit had been removed and she could feel George's curious fingers running up and down the insides of her thighs.
He rubbed his fingertips up and down her outer cunt lips. He found her opening and pushed his middle finger up inside her pussy. He had expected to find her cherry.
He decided not to comment on her lack of a hymen. He knew that she could have lost it in other ways that just having sex. He believed she was a real virgin. He could tell just by the wondering expression on her beautiful face that she had never had a real cock inside her before.
Then the man found the little girl's clit with his fingertip. There was nothing cute about the way he diddled her. He could tell how badly she needed to come.
He pressed the tip of his right forefinger right on top of her clitoris. His palm was on her practically bald mound. He turned her around as he did this so that her ass was pressing against his thigh. He began to diddle her clit back and forth as hard and fast as he could.
He only had to do this for a matter of seconds before Marina heard herself screaming with pleasure. She could feel the come ripping through her. She could tell that George's afterglow was fading. She could tell that his glow was already being replaced by his rekindled lust. She could feel his biting and sucking mouth on the side of her neck and she could feel his cock getting a little bit larger and harder against her right buttock.
CHAPTER SIX
George pulled his hand away from Marina's cunt when her come was through. They both got out of the pool at that point. Marina looked down at the man's dick.
The little girl could see that the head and shaft of his prick were getting a little bit thicker and harder with each beat of his heart.
The diminutive teenager turned so that she was facing him. She reached down and took his cock into her palm. She tugged it and squeezed it.
This made the man's pole of masculinity grow even faster than before. She could tell that he would soon have his second full-fledged erection.
Marina could feel the inside of her cunt burning with desire. She could feel that maddening itch returning to her pussy's interior. The itch was once again very deep inside her feeling as if it were behind her dimpled and concave bellybutton.
Marina decided that she wanted to be fucked from behind, doggie-style. She told the handsome servant this. George seemed to think that was a great idea.
They spread a large blanket out on the pool platform. The sun felt great on their nude bodies. The sun was beating down hotly on their shoulders. It was the middle of the afternoon. It was the hottest part of the day.
Marina got on the blanket on her hands and knees. George grabbed his own dick and gave it a couple of squeezes as he knelt at her rear. He just wanted to make sure that his cock was as hard and thick as possible.
George had nothing to worry about.
His erection was full-fledged.
There could be no doubt about that.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"God, yes! Fuck me, George!" Marina exclaimed. Those were the words he wanted to hear. She was on the blanket with her knees as far apart as she could get them.
She had her arms straight beneath her upper torso at first, her elbows locked. She then bent at the elbows. She lowered her elbows to the towel.
She lowered her head at the same time. She arched her back and raised her ass up in the air. She didn't want the handsome man to have any trouble getting at her pussy from the rear.
George had certainly noticed the little girl's lack of pubic hair. He thought the "little girl" effect of her bald pussy was very sexy indeed. Her cunt looked baldest when viewed from the rear, as the handsome servant was doing at that very moment.
George held Marina by the side of her hip with his left hand as he made a fist all the way around the base of his cock shaft with his right.
Marina could feel the tip of his prick throbbing intensely against the inside of her thigh. She could feel her pussy juices rolling out of her cunt, down the insides of her smooth and milky white thighs.
She could feel him moving the head of his cock closer and closer to her cunt. He began to run the head of his prick up and down the entire length of her super-swollen quim.
He used his piss hole to rub her clit for a second. He then pushed his cock head upward to the mouth of her fuck hole. He wiggled his ass from side to side so that he could get the tip of his pecker in between the little girl's protruding and slightly curled back inner labia. He adjusted his ass so that the shaft of his cock was at the appropriate angle and tensed the muscles in his ass cheeks.
He began to push and she could feel him starting to enter. He pushed deeper. Her pussy was gaping. He paused when her inner cunt lips were gripping the ring of scar tissue at the base of his cock head.
His cock head smacked her cervix and then found the back wall of her pussy. She knew exactly how far she was going to have to stretch to take the whole thing. She knew she could do it. She pushed back with her ass cheeks and her pussy so that the cock would enter her as rapidly as possible. She could feel the last few inches pushing inside.
Once his cock began to push inside the little girl, George removed his right fist from the base of his cock shaft. He held her at both sides of her ass. He pulled on her ass as he pushed forward with his loins. He used her slender lower torso as leverage. Once he got all the way in he went right to work without pausing. He did not tease the way Aunt Helen had when she fucked Marina with the long rubber dildo. He fucked as hard and fast as he could right from the very first stroke. Marina began to come almost immediately.
She could tell that she was going to come more than once. The little girl had the sneaking suspicion that she was going to come so often that it would turn out to be impossible to count all of her climaxes.
Mariana found that her urge to fuck was not appeased at all by her first deep-vaginal orgasm of the hump. Her orgasm enhanced her lust rather than stifled it.
She wanted to fuck more after the first come than she did before it. She moved her ass in sync with the movements of the handsome man's loins.
Marina could feel and hear the servant's loins slapping against the cheeks of her ass, beating out the rhythm of the fuck. Her pussy made wet sloppy noises.
She could feel his throbbing inside her and she thought that felt much better than being fucked by a dildo. Aunt Helen was an excellent lover and all but the beautiful black-haired woman was never going to have a real prick.
Marina felt herself snapping off her second deep-vaginal come of the fuck and then her third. She was pleased to discover that each orgasm was a little bit longer and a little bit more intense than the one before it.
She knew that she was in the midst of the most incredible sexual experience of her life. She could feel her comes getting closer and closer together.
Marina stopped counting her comes after the third one. Numbers became insignificant. Only the intensity of her pleasure mattered.
Besides, as it turned out, Marina figured that she would not have been able to count all of her orgasms anyway Even if she had been in the mood to try.
Her orgasms were snapping off so close that it was hard to tell when one come ended and the next began. They were flowing and blending with one another.
The first convulsion of one come began to coincide with the final spasm of the come before it. She felt more like she was having one continuous orgasm rather than a bunch of smaller comes strung closely together.
Her pleasure continued to grow. She felt as if she were straddling the nose-cone of a cigar-shaped missile. She had been waiting on the launching pad.
But now she had blasted off. She was already in the stratosphere and she was well on her way toward outer space. She was heading for another dimension a place where time and space had ceased to exist.
In Marina's mind she was rocketing toward a place where only sensation existed and only the intensity of sensation held any import.
She was glad that she had sucked off George before allowing him to fuck her. She knew that his cock was staying hard and ready for action for a long time because of this.
He was under control. She knew that the handsome servant would fuck her good.
The servant and the teenager were so 'caught up with what they were doing that they failed to hear the automobile pulling up in front of the huge house.
Neither George nor the little blonde had been paying any attention to the time. Aunt Helen was returning from her shopping spree.
The beautiful black-haired woman was feeling horny and she would be looking for her niece. It was a beautiful sunny day and Aunt Helen had a pretty good idea where to find the diminutive towhead.
Aunt Helen gathered up the boxes of clothes she had bought and carried them into the front door. She then walked right through the house to the back and then out to the pool.
Aunt Helen had only gotten into the large backyard a few steps when she heard the moans and groans of pleasure coming from the pool.
Aunt Helen couldn't see what was going on because of the wall all the way around the pool, but she recognized the moans of Marina Cockerham.
And Aunt Helen could tell that the other groans were coming from a man. Aunt Helen could feel her face getting hot with her fury. She was insanely jealous.
It has been said that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Aunt Helen Markham at that moment was walking, talking proof that this was true.
As Aunt Helen clicked toward the entrance to the pool on her high heels, she could hear the lovers beyond the wall coming together. The beautiful black-haired woman's hands were clenched into fists.
George had pressed the entire length of his cock into Marina's pussy. She was in the middle of her last and umpteenth come of the fuck.
Marina was pleased to find that her final come was by far her longest and most intense of the fuck. She knew that this was because she and the man were coming simultaneously. His pleasure was making hers better.
George rammed the entire length of his cock inside the little girl's cunt, His pubic patch was pressed flat against her ass-hole and the top of the crack of her fanny.
Marina could feel his scrotal sack throbbing against her clit. She could feel the sudden urgency in his cock. As he grew thicker he stretched the inner walls of her poontang a little more than before.
He shot his creamy wad into her cunt. She could feel the jism splattering against the rear wall of her inner cooze. She could feel her poontang being filled with his semen. She found that she could use the muscles inside her pussy to enhance his pleasure.
Their pleasure had ended and they were sighing with their simultaneous afterglows when the entrance to the pool area opened. Marina and George both looked in that direction.
Their faces became pale as they saw Aunt Helen standing there looking at them. They could both see the anger on her face and George and Marina knew that they were in trouble.
Deep trouble.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"George, you axe dismissed. I want you and all of your things out of the house and out of my sight in an hour," Aunt Helen said.
"Yes, ma'am," George said. His cock was still semi-erect and sticking out in front of him. It was wet and shiny from a combination of semen and cunt juice.
Aunt Helen was not interested in George or his cock. She wanted him to disappear. It was
Marina that Aunt Helen wanted to get her hands on.
Aunt Helen changed completely when she was angry, and Marina discovered this quickly. There was a crazed look of ire in the woman's eyes. She was on the verge of going berserk, and Marina could tell.
"Okay, you little slut, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry, Aunt Helen. I wanted to know what it felt like."
"You wanted to know what it felt like. You stupid fool."
"It felt very good, Aunt Helen. I was having a good time."
"Don't you know that a girl can get in trouble that way."
"Y-Y-Y-Yes," Marina stammered nervously.
"You are going to be punished, Marina. I'm sorry," Aunt Helen said.
"I promise that it won't happen again," Marina said.
The little girl had never been so frightened in her life.
"That will not be enough. You will give yourself a douche and you will meet me in the master bedroom," Aunt Helen said. Marina was slick with sweat as she returned to the house without putting on her bikini. She washed out her pussy in the bathroom and returned to
Aunt Helen, who was waiting for her. Aunt Helen had changed her clothes. The black-haired woman was wearing the outfit of a dominatrix. She was clad in leather. Black leather.
"Aunt Helen!"
"There are things about me that you don't know," Aunt Helen said.
The large woman was holding a riding crop in her right hand.
"I can see that," Marina said, looking through wide, watery eyes.
"I once worked as a professional dominatrix bitch," the woman said.
"I'm not sure I know what that means," Marina replied.
"It means I was paid, and nicely too, to sexually abuse masochists."
"But why use those skills on me, Aunt Helen?" Marina said.
"Because I don't want you to be a slut. I don't want you to be a whore," Aunt Helen said. She tapped the horsewhip against the inside of her slightly cupped left palm.
"What exactly are you going to do to me?" Marina asked.
"You will be bound to the four bedposts," Aunt Helen said. "First on your belly so that your ass can be whipped. If I am feeling particularly mean, I may whip your back and the backs of your legs as well."
"And that will be it?"
"That's all you need to know about for now," Aunt Helen said.
"Then there will be more?" Marina asked fearfully, her voice quivering.
"I may have a few surprises up my sleeve," Aunt Helen said.
The woman had no sleeves. Aunt Helen was wearing a black leather corset which enhanced her perfect hourglass figure. There were cups at the top of the corset that lifted her tits even higher on her chest than they would have rested normally.
She was wearing a garter belt, black stockings, and black high heeled boots. She looked very savage. She even looked as if she had put on some extra make-up during the short time she and Marina had been apart.
"Please don't hurt me, Aunt Helen. I can't stand pain," Marina said.
"You will learn to love the pain," Aunt Helen said. She sounded very sure of herself.
"No I won't! I'll hate it. I will. I'll hate it every second," Marina said.
"We shall see. I think you want to be my sex slave," Aunt Helen said.
"No, I just want to be your niece. I want to go home. Send me home."
"Your mother and father put me in charge of you, Marina."
"But they won't want you near me if they know you are having sex with me."
"And who is going to tell them. Not you. Imagine that conversation."
It was true. There was no way Marina could muster the courage to admit she was having an incestuous relationship to her mother and father.
"Now get on your belly on the bed. Pronto!" Aunt Helen said.
Marina knew that she had no choice but to do what Aunt Helen said. The woman was bigger than her and faster, and stronger. Aunt Helen was going to beat the shit out of Marina whether she resisted or not. The little blonde decided that it was probably best not to waste the precious energy.
So Marina did as she was told without a squawk of protest. Aunt Helen produced four pieces of rope and used them to tie the little girl's limbs to the bedposts.
Marina was bound at the wrists and the ankles so that her elbows and her knees were locked in the straight position. There was no slack to her bondage.
It was stringent.
The little girl soon lost sensation in her hands and feet. Marina Cockerham's thighs were opened to a perfect ninety-degree angle.
Her ass cheeks and her pussy lips were forced open a little bit in this position.
Aunt Helen wasted no time getting the whipping started. She still held the riding crop in her right hand. She gripped the horse whip tightly.
The crop was made of the finest bamboo encased in black leather. It was designed for jockeys to beat the shit out of the haunches of their mounts.
Aunt Helen raised her arm high over her head and then brought the whip down across both of Marina's ass cheeks at the same time. The little girl heard the sound of the whip striking flesh a fraction of a second before she felt the agony. The whip striking her flesh reminded her of the sound of a gunshot. The sound alone was enough to make Marina wince. Then she felt the roaring fire of the pain. Her eyes swelled and turned red. Tears of agony streamed down her face, tasting bitter and filled with despair when they dripped downward to the corners of her mouth and eventually onto his tongue.
"Not so hard. Don't beat me so hard!" Marina screamed.
"I'm sorry I have to do this, Marina. But I must," Aunt Helen said.
"Don't hit me again. The first one hurt enough," Marina begged.
CRACK! The whip came down across both buttocks once again.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!! ! ! " the little blonde hollered.
CRACK!
This time Aunt Helen brought the riding crop down across the back of Marina's left thigh, the thigh closest to her. Angry red welts were being raised across Marina's skin.
Marina was very confused. She could feel a strange stirring inside her belly, moving toward her ass and her pussy. She felt as if she were getting horny. But how was that possible? How could agony make her horny? Marina didn't have the slightest idea but she knew it was happening to her.
CRACK!
Aunt Helen brought the whip down across the back of Marina's left knee. She continued to whip the little blonde. Marina's screams were horrible to hear like something out of a bloc '; horror movie. She was being tortured, and she could feel her sexual arousal mounting more rapidly than before.
Marina could feel the hot blood of her passion pumping into her pussy lips. She could feel her clit swelling. She could feel her fig lubricating itself. Her juicy peach was aching something fierce. Her brain was now confusing her pain and her pleasure. Her pain and her pleasure were becoming all but indistinguishable in Marina's reeling brain.
Marina's screams changed. Her body continued to jerk with each blow but not as violently. Her screams were not as loud but this was more because of exhaustion than anything else.
Her screams changed into moans. This was just what Aunt Helen wanted to hear. They were moans of pleasure. Moans of desire. Aunt Helen knew that she had been right about Marina. The little girl was an intrinsic submissive. She did yearn to be dominated. One thing was for sure, Marina had come to the right place.
Aunt Helen had been telling the truth about once being a professional dominatrix bitch. The black-haired woman was not the sort to bullshit.
Aunt Helen whipped the little girl until her arm was tired. Marina was having a lot of difficulty thinking rational thoughts. Nothing made any sense.
Things that felt good hurt and things that hurt felt good. She felt as if she were on the other side of the looking glass. Aunt Helen was sending her into never-never land once again only she was using grossly different methods.
Aunt Helen set the riding crop back on the top shelf of her closet. She decided that she would untie Marina for a while. She wanted to see the little girl crawl on her hands and knees because she was no longer able to walk!
Aunt Helen massaged the little girls hands and feet so that the sensation would return, and this would be the last nice thing Aunt Helen would do for her niece for some time to come.
"Come kneel before me, Marina," Aunt Helen exclaimed.
"Yes, Aunt Helen," Marina replied, her voice filled with subservience.
"I want you to kneel so that your mouth is close to my pussy."
"Would you like me to give you pleasure, Aunt Helen?" Marina asked.
"No Marina. I want you to swallow my urine," Aunt Helen said.
"Please, don't make me do that. Anything but that," Marina begged.
"You want to act like a toilet, you will be treated like a toilet."
"You are so cruel," Marina said. The little girl sobbed with despair.
"You will thank me for it in the end," Aunt Helen said sternly.
Marina threw back her head and opened her mouth very wide. Aunt Helen reached down between her own legs and peeled her inner cunt lips open.
Aunt Helen had been telling the truth when she said that her bladder was full. The truth of the matter was that Aunt Helen had to take a wicked piss, the same kind of piss that a beer-drinker would have to take if asked to hold a six-pack inside his bladder at once.
Aunt Helen opened up the floodgates and send the pee spraying down onto Marina. Aunt Helen missed Marina's gaping mouth on purpose at first.
Then the beautiful black-haired woman re-directed her aim so that the golden fluid went directly into Marina's mouth. The diminutive blonde swallowed down every drop and she didn't even gag once.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sex life of Marina Cockerham and Helen Markham became increasingly deviate as the summer progressed. As Marina's tan got darker, her sex life became kinkier.
About a week after Aunt Helen first whipped Marina, the little girl was out swimming in the pool. She did not bother to wear a bathing suit at all.
Marina was skinny-dipping. The water felt good on her bare ass cheeks which seemed to always be covered with bruises of one sort or another.
Sometimes Aunt Helen used a leather strap to beat Marina's ass. Sometimes she used the crop, and sometimes she used a wooden paddle.
Aunt Helen had told Marina that there was a cat o' nine tails in the house someplace, but the older woman had never allowed her niece to see it or taste the pain of its bite.
Marina was swimming laps up and down the pool trying to work the soreness out of her muscles when she heard the little bell at poolside ring.
This was a system that Aunt Helen had worked out to summon Marina from the pool without having to go outside. Ever since Aunt Helen had started beating Marina the older woman seldom left the house. She even sent servants out to do her shopping for her.
Once the bell rang Marina hopped out of the pool and dried off as well as she could quickly. She knew that Aunt Helen could get very mad if she dawdled. The last thing in the world Marina wanted to do at that moment was get Aunt Helen pissed off.
"Marina, I would like to explore some new ground," Aunt Helen said.
"You know I want to try everything there is to try," Marina said.
"That's why I want to introduce you to the pain and joy of ass fucking."
"Ummmmmmmm," Marina said. This was the best idea she had heard in a while.
"I will not be whipped today?" Marina said hopefully. She had not gotten turned on by the whippings again after the first time. She was always sore and she felt as if she would die one day from the abuse if she allowed it to continue like an addition.
"No, not today. But your bowels will have to be purged before you get buggered," Aunt Helen said.
"I'm afraid that I don't know what that means, Aunt Helen," Marina said. There was an expression of confusion on the little girl's face.
"Come upstairs with me to the big bathroom and I will explain what I am talking about. You see, Marina, you must have your bowels washed out before I bugger you. I assure you that it will be more comfortable for both of us if this is done," Aunt Helen said.
"Okay," Marina said. She still wasn't exactly sure what Aunt Helen was talking about, but it didn't sound too bad. They went up the stairs together to the bathroom.
Aunt Helen closed the bathroom door securely behind them. She told Marina to stand in the bath tub with her feet as far apart as she could get them.
Aunt Helen instructed the little girl to lean forward at the waist and to put her hands on her knees. Marina did this. Her ass raised up in the air. Her pussy was getting wet
Aunt Helen then produced a large black rubber enema bag. The bag was big enough to hold many quarts of water. The older woman filled the bag to the brim. She told the little girl that every drop of that water was going to be pumped up Marina's ass, and she was not to release a single drop of the water until the bag was empty. She was not to release the water until Aunt Helen gave her permission. Marina was never to do anything unless Aunt Helen gave her permission.
Marina thought that the enema bag looked like a hot water bottle except that it had a long hose dangling from its base. At the end of the hose was a nozzle designed to fit deep up inside the girl's butt. Aunt Helen filled the bag to the point of overflowing with steamy water. Marina could see steam rising from the top of the bag. Aunt Helen attached the bag to the pole that held the shower curtain. She pointed out to Marina that there was a clamp on the hose to prevent any of that steamy water from dripping out through the plastic nozzle prematurely.
"I can't hold all of that water," Marina said, panic in her voice.
"Of course you can, it will just take courage," Aunt Helen replied.
"But you will make me explode with all of that water."
"You may, indeed, feel as if you about to explode," Aunt Helen said.
"I don't know how. I don't know. I never know," Marina said.
"You will have to shit worse than you have ever had to shit before. You will want to shit right from the very first and that urge will only get greater. You will beg with me to let you release the water but we are going to do this slowly. We are going to make your torment last."
Aunt Helen ran the palm of her left hand over Marina's ass cheeks. There were still welts and bruises on those buttocks from Marina's most recent whipping.
Aunt Helen massaged those ass cheeks and then pushed her long red fingernails into the crack of those buns.
She dug her fingertips into the flesh and then pulled the ass cheeks as far apart as they could go. Marina was shivering with fear by this time. Her knees felt shaky.
Aunt Helen grabbed the base of the hose between her right thumb and forefinger. She raised the nozzle to the cleavage between
Marina's parted milky white ass cheeks.
Aunt Helen ran the tip of the plastic nozzle up and down the crack of Marina's ass and the little blonde whimpered every time the syringe touched the mucous membranes at the mouth of her rectum.
Aunt Helen then paused with the tip of the nozzle pressing right against the little blonde's ass-hole. Aunt Helen rammed the nozzle deep into Marina's ass with a single flick of her wrist.
Marina could feel the tip of the nozzle pushing right past her tight sphincter muscle into her colon. Her ass-hole gripped at the base and locked the tip inside. Marina could tell that it would take a sharp tug to get that nozzle out of her ass-hole now that it had been deeply inserted.
Aunt Helen wasted no time getting things started. She removed the clamp from the hose and allowed the water to start flowing into Marina's bowels.
Just as the beautiful black-haired woman had predicted, Marina felt a great urge to shit the water immediately back out. But the little blonde knew that that would be a very bad mistake indeed.
Marina discovered that she had to keep her ass-hole tensed while relaxing the muscles astride her colon and her bowels simultaneously.
Marina could feel her bowels stretching. She felt the pain. Then she felt the cramps. She looked down and she could see her belly bloating outward. She shivered. Her body became covered with gooseflesh. She was soaked with sweat. She didn't even make a sound. She concentrated every ounce of her attention on retaining that water. Her sense of time became elongated.
It seemed to take forever but the bag finally emptied and Marina had done it. She had taken all of the water and she had held it. Aunt Helen could see that the little girl's strength was about to give out. The black-haired woman felt a moment of compassion for the girl who had great courage. Aunt Helen decided to take her niece out of her misery. The woman pulled the syringe out of Marina's ass-hole and told the little girl that it was okay for her to release the water. Sweeter words, Marina figured, she would never hear.
Marina immediately relaxed her exhausted ass-hole. She clamped down on all of her internal muscles. Her ass-hole opened very wide. Her anus then blustered noisily and violently. Marina could hear her ass-hole making the loudest, wettest farting noise she had ever seen. The little girl shot the stained water behind her into the tub. The bathroom instantly began to reek with the scent of Marina's inner bowels. Neither Aunt Helen nor Marina minded the odor. They rather liked it.
Aunt Helen ordered Marina to clean up the filthy mess she had made. After delivering this order she told Marina to report to her in the master bedroom when she was through.
Marina almost gagged a couple of times as she cleaned up the tub and herself but she managed. Marina could feel a tingling of desire in her ass-hole that was stronger than anything she had known before. She could feel the pleasure creeping inward from the mouth of her rectum to fill her tight tubular sphincter muscle. Her ass-hole knew that it was about to be fucked. The desire would soon spread into her colon and her bowels, just as the first few droplets of enema water had during the initial stages of her purging.
Marina dried herself thoroughly before reporting to the master bedroom. When she arrived she could see that Aunt Helen was already wearing the thick black rubber dildo around her hips. Marina realized that the same dildo that popped her cherry was going to be used to give her ass-hole its first reaming. It seemed appropriate.
"You will get on your back. I am going to fuck your ass while we are face to face," Aunt Helen said.
"But how is that possible?" Marina asked. The little girl didn't know very much about sex positions. Doggie-style was one of the few she knew by name. That was why she requested it from George, because she wanted to sound like she knew what she was talking about.
"You will lift your legs high in the air and swing your feet over my shoulders. I'll just lean forward and get the dildo up your ass a little at a time. Now, I need something for lubrication. Ah yes, I have some K-Y Jelly in my dresser drawer."
Aunt Helen fetched the jelly. Marina got on her back on the bed. She lifted her legs in the air and drew her knees toward her just just as she had when Aunt Helen had gone down on her for the first time.
Aunt Helen flicked the metallic cap off the plastic jar and pulled Marina's ass cheeks apart. She slapped cool jelly onto the girl's hot, hot ass-hole.
Aunt Helen used her middle finger to push some of that jelly inside her ass.
CHAPTER NINE
After oiling up the sweet little asterisk, Aunt Helen carefully scooped some jelly out of the jar and began to smear it all over the long, thick black rubber dildo.
The beautiful black-haired woman was careful to put extra lubrication on the head of the dong, where the slippery stuff was most essential.
Aunt Helen knew that the journey down
Tootsie-Roll Boulevard would be more comfortable for both of them if both pole and hole were slippery.
Aunt Helen moved onto the bed on her knees. Marina straightened her legs, pointing her tiny toes at the ceiling. She rolled further onto her back. The back of her head pressed harder against the bed.
She waited until Aunt Helen had walked herself into position and she lowered her feet. Marina draped her legs over Aunt Helen's shoulders.
The skin at the backs of Marina's knees was pressed against the top of Aunt Helen's shoulders. Marina's heels were on her aunt's shoulder blades.
Aunt Helen reached down for Marina's ass, which was easily accessible with either hand. Aunt Helen pulled ass cheeks apart until the skin in the crack was taut.
Marina could feel her nether eye winking. There was an itch of craving inside her ass that told her she was going to enjoy this sodomy a great deal.
Marina knew that her ass-hole was going to be stretched open further than it had ever been stretched before. She knew that the molded head of that ebony dong was certainly thicker than anything the diminutive blonde had ever forced out of that hole.
Marina prayed that her ass-hole like her pussy would turn out to be more elastic than she gave it credit for. Aunt Helen ran the slippery tip of the rubber pecker up and down.
Just as had been the case with the plastic enema nozzle, Marina whimpered each time the rubber cock made direct contact with the mucous membranes at the mouth of her rectum. She shivered.
Then Aunt Helen paused , positioned the tip on the target. Marina felt the thrill in her belly. She knew that she was once again going to be stroked in places where she had never been stroked before.
Marina knew that the tip of that pole was going to again touch her in places she would have thought could be reached from the outside. She correctly assumed that the dildo was once again going to draw blood.
Marina could feel the pressure on her ass-hole increasing. She concentrated on relaxing her ass-hole which could tense too tightly anyway. The ring of muscle was still badly exhausted from the huge enema she had received only a few moments before.
Marina finally felt the tip of the dildo forcing her ass-hole open. She could feel the puckers in her anus being smoothed as the hole stretched open.
Marina's mouth opened along with her ass-hole. She was astonished at the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing at that moment.
Marina could feel her ass-hole open until the head of that rubber pole pushed right inside. Aunt Helen did not stop pushing. She wasn't going to stop pushing until the rubber pole was all the way in.
She pushed the tip of the dildo past the sphincter and into the colon. Marina could feel her anus working its way slowly toward the base of the pole.
She could feel sharp pains inside her bowels and she knew that tiny wounds were being opened inside her. The internal passageway was being straightened and stretched to make room for the dildo sometimes too far.
The dildo was pushed all the way in. Aunt Helen moved her mouth very close to Marina's ear. Aunt Helen nibbled on Marina's earlobe.
Aunt Helen explored the inside of Marina's ear with her tongue. The girl's feet were pushed back on either side of her head. Marina could feel the woman's black pubic patch pressing against her own cunt lips. The ass-hole was gripping desperately at the very base of the pole.
Aunt Helen just as she had done when popping Marina's cherry continued to press down with her tensed lower torso in spite of the fact that the rubber pole was already inside Marina's ass as deeply as it could go.
Aunt Helen wiggled her ass cheeks from side to side. Marina could feel the dildo probing her innermost tissues at various spots with varying pressures.
Marina couldn't help but notice that the dildo did not throb like George's cock. The dildo did not feel hot like George's cock. She came to the conclusion that getting fucked by a real cock was better than getting fucked by a dildo.
But Marina knew there was no way she could tell Aunt Helen that.
After a long time, Aunt Helen began to pull the rubber pole out of Marina's ass.
She pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back inside. Marina could feel the stabbing combination of pleasure and pain. She could tell that once again the black-haired woman was on her way to making her come in a previously unknown fashion.
Marina felt like she was heading toward an orgasm all right. But she could tell that the come was going to have nothing to do with her clit.
It was going to have nothing to do with the magic spot so close to the mouth of Marina's womb. No, she was going to come inside her ass.
The little girl began to love the brutal buggery. She began to get off on the savage sodomy. The reaming made her mind reel. Her face was red and sweaty.
"YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME COME INSIDE MY ASSSSSSSSS!" Marina screamed. She hissed the final sound, resembling the noise a snake might make.
Marina felt her ass-hole being pushed and pulled by the girth of the black rod, and there were some frightening moments when she feared her ass-hole was going to be tugged right out of the cleavage between her ass cheeks.
Aunt Helen steadily increased the tempo of her fucking motion, stabbing raw sensation into Marina's bowels. Then the explosions began.
Even Marina's orgasm, her anal orgasm, felt like a combination of pleasure and pain. She could feel all of her muscles tighten. All of her nerve-endings suddenly went berserk. Aunt Helen began to fuck very hard and fast.
Aunt Helen, of course, was pleasuring her clitoris on the little bumps at the base of the dildo. Aunt Helen was very close to clitoral climax at that moment. She cranked up the intensity of the hump.
Aunt Helen gave it everything she had.
Marina screamed with her anal joy.
The dildo was slick with jelly and blood.
Marina's face was contorting horribly.
Aunt Helen drove the entire length of the dildo into her lovely niece's ass and kept it there. She ground her cut against the base of her tool.
Aunt Helen was coming. The horrible yet wonderful spasms inside Marina's ass were driving her crazy. She could feel her mind warping.
Aunt Helen rubbed her love button against the base of the rubber pole until her orgasm was completely through. She sighed with her glow.
Then Aunt Helen slowly pulled the dildo all the way out of Marina's badly bruised bung. Aunt Helen pulled the tip out very slowly and carefully.
Aunt Helen wanted to make sure that Marina's ass-hole didn't have to slam shut. Marina was allowed to lower her feet to the bed. She felt blood trickling from her anus.
She could tell that she was making a stain on the bed. She hoped that Aunt Helen wouldn't mind. Marina hoped that she wouldn't be punished for it.
Marina was ordered to lick the dildo clean once again. Marina could tell that her ass-hole was going to be plenty sore for a few days.
CHAPTER TEN
It was the end of the summer and there were only two days remaining in Marina's visit with Aunt Helen. They felt very sad. Marina did not want to go back to school.
They were sad even before the doorbell rang that morning. There was a telegram. Mr . and Mrs. Cockerham were missing. Their plane had gone down somewhere in Kenya.
They were presumed dead. Marina was in hysterics and fell into Aunt Helen's arms. She was an orphan. Aunt Helen was all that she had.
Marina spent many hours weeping into Aunt Helen's bosom. The black-haired woman kissed her tears away with sweet kisses. Aunt Helen stroked her niece's hair.
Inside Aunt Helen felt a mixture of feelings. Naturally she was upset that her sister and her brother-in-law were missing and presumed dead.
But she was also pleased.
Very pleased as a matter-of-fact.
Now she could keep Marina forever!
Aunt Helen did not punish Marina for a month. Their love-making was gingerly and soft. All of the welts disappeared from Marina's skin.
Aunt Helen and Marina gave each oral pleasure frequently, and Marina used the vibrating dildo on her aunt. But Aunt Helen did not use dildos on Marina.
Not for a whole month. After the thirty days were up, Aunt Helen decided that it was time to resume the pretty little blonde's discipline lessons.
"Marina, I would like you to come to the torture room with me."
"I thought we weren't going to do that anymore, Marina said.
The little girl had grown accustomed to the affectionate passion.
"I was giving you a month off. You know, to recover from your shock."
"I see. Then I am to be your sex slave once again," Marina said.
"Yes, and your punishments will be more cruel than ever."
"You are going to fuck me and whip me?" Marina asked softly.
"Yes, Marina. But I am not going to fuck you with a dildo."
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Aunt Helen," the little girl said.
"I will explain it all to you shortly," Aunt Helen replied.
Marina couldn't help but notice that Aunt Helen was opening and closing the fingers on her right hand. Marina was taken to the torture chamber and stripped. Marina was placed on the torture table and was bound spread-eagle. Her hands and her feet were cuffed with thick steel cuffs. The chamber was in the basement of the mansion and it was very creepy.
Marina watched and her aunt placed a bowl of hot water on the table next to the inside of her thigh. The girl's pussy hair what there was of it was shaved away.
Aunt Helen used a straight razor to do this.
The razor had been sharpened across a leather strop just before the tiny patch of blonde hair was removed.
"Now the insides of your thighs will be whipped," Aunt Helen said.
"NOT THERE! THAT'S THE MOST SENSITIVE PART OF MY WHOLE BODY!" Marina screamed.
"Yes, the insides of your thighs. You will be shown no mercy."
Marina had already lost all of the sensation in her hands and feet.
Aunt Helen close a particularly savage whip. It was a whip with many lashes, and there were many knots tied in each and every lash Marina was scared shitless.
CRACK!
The whip came down against the inside of Marina's right thigh. The pain burned into her loins and she heard herself screaming, the voice echoing against the stone walls of the chamber.
CRACK!
Marina could feel her brain spinning. The pain was so bad that she blacked out completely after the third blow. She lost consciousness and did not wake until Aunt Helen splashed cold water on her face several minutes later.
When Marina woke she noticed immediately that the beautiful black-haired dominatrix bitch was wearing a single glove on her right hand.
The glove was made of black leather. It fit snugly to her long slender fingers and rolled up past her wrist well onto her forearm.
Indeed, the glove rolled up smoothly almost all the way to Aunt Helen's elbow. Again she was opening and closing the fingers on that hand.
"What what what are you going to do?" Marina asked.
The poor little girl was stammering with her nervous anxiety.
"I am going to fuck your hot little pussy with my gloved fist."
"YOU WILL TEAR ME APART IF YOU DO THAT!" Marina screamed.
She was just as hysterical as when she learned of her parents death.
"What will be will be," Aunt Helen said. Her voice was so calm, it was scary.
"Please, please, please," the little girl said again and again.
Aunt Helen produced a container of scented oil She poured oil onto the insides of Marina's thighs. The oil burned in the wounds opened by Aunt Helen's whip.
Aunt Helen then rubbed oil all over Marina's pussy, that shaved pussy. The air felt cooler on the portion of her mound that had been shaved than anywhere else on her body.
Marina could feel the woman's gloved fingers stroking up and down the insides .of her ravaged loins. The beautiful black-haired woman had of course smeared oil all over that glove, all the way up to the top, almost to the elbow, as if that were as far as she planned to penetrate.
Marina felt the woman's middle finger working up inside her pussy. She could feel her inner cunt lips gripping the finger instinctively.
Aunt Helen pushed the finger into Marina's pussy as far as she could get it. She pressed against Marina's cervix very hard with the tip of that gloved finger, so hard that it brought tears to Marina's eyes.
Aunt Helen wiggled her middle finger around playfully inside Marina's cunt. Marina could feel her pussy sucking at that stiff finger.
Aunt Helen worked her finger in and out slowly, pulling it almost all the way out before pressing it back inside. Marina tugged the finger each time it withdrew.
Aunt Helen then added her forefinger to the penetration and she pushed both digits inside Marina's shaved pussy as far as they could go.
Aunt Helen knew that Marina was experiencing terror unlike any she had ever known. In spite of this Marina could feel her pussy lubricating itself.
Aunt Helen could tell that there was more than just her scented oil making the inside of Marina's cunt slippery. The pussy was adding some of its own juices.
Aunt Helen could feel the pussy relaxing and becoming more elastic. The inner and outer cunt lips were getting more and more swollen.
Aunt Helen could tell that all of the pink tissues between Marina's legs were on their way to full engorgement, including her clit.
Aunt Helen pushed a third finger inside Marina's cunt to join the first two and the little blonde could feel the mouth of her fuck hole stretching taut.
Aunt Helen knew that nothing had been pushed inside that vagina for a month. The tissues had been allowed to shrivel and close from lack of use.
But now Aunt Helen was going to pry those tissues open once again and she wasn't going to stop until her entire hand was inside that twat.
Aunt Helen pressed all of her gloved fingers closely together as she worked them in and out with increasing force. She was pushing hard against the inner lips.
Aunt Helen then moved her feet on the floor one foot behind the other so that her balance would be better. She straightened her right arm.
Aunt Helen's elbow was locked in the straight position. She turned her chest so that she could get the weight of her entire upper torso behind her hand.
She moved so that her shoulder could give the most possible aid to the seemingly impossible penetration task ahead of her. She took a deep breath.
Aunt Helen began to push and Marina could feel her inner cunt lips stretching apart further than they had ever gone before. She was sure at many times that she was about to split open.
But her pussy never did tear. It continued to stretch, and it continued to open, until Aunt Helen's entire hand was inside. Marina was in great pain.
The little blonde, who was lathered with icy perspiration, could feel her inner cunt lips actually getting a chance to close around the woman's wrist.
Aunt Helen still had her fingers straight. She began to curl them inside Marina's pussy. The little girl could tell that her aunt wasn't going to stop curling those fingers.
Not until she was making a tight fist inside the girl's poontang so tight that she knew her knuckles would turn white beneath her black leather glove.
Once Aunt Helen's hand was balled into a fist her sadism only mounted. She began to twist her fist around inside Marina's cunt savagely.
She pulled the fist all the way out and the cunt made a sickening popping and sucking sound. The sound was wet and unnatural. Marina pleaded for mercy with the gurgling sounds she was making in the back of her throat.
Aunt Helen punched her gloved fist in and out of the little girl's cunt in this evil fashion until the pain became too much for Marina to bear.
The pretty little blonde teenager could feel everything starting to spin and she could tell that she was going to lose consciousness.
Everything was going black.
She passed out.
There was no pain in her sleep.
She was sorry she woke up.
Aunt Helen had poured cold water all over the little girl's face. When Marina was conscious the bondage was removed and Aunt Helen helped the little girl off of the torture table.
Marina was forced to walk bow-legged. She felt as if she was a cowgirl who had been astride her stallion bareback for too long. The inside of Marina's cunt felt as if it would never be the same.
Marina was through.
The punishment was over.
"You may go to your room now and rest," Aunt Helen said.
"I'm not sure I can make it up the stairs," Marina said.
"Then I guess you will have to crawl," Aunt Helen said.
And this was precisely what the tortured sex slave did.
EPILOGUE
It was the day before Marina's eighteenth birthday. When Marina turned eighteen Aunt Helen would lose all legal rights over her.
To celebrate Marina's upcoming independence Aunt Helen ordered the teenager back down into the torture chamber, for one last torture.
Marina was bound on her back and Aunt Helen fetched a gold ring and a long golden needle. Aunt Helen took Marina's right nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
The black-haired woman pulled up on the nipple holding the needle in the other hand. She pushed the needle all the way through the nipple piercing it.
Aunt Helen then put the gold ring through the hole she had made.
"Very pretty," Aunt Helen said with a smile. Marina didn't want to leave.
