Loving Her Lesbian Aunt

"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.

"CCCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!! ! ! " Marina screamed.

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.

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