Chapter 5
Smothered-
By a steaming, dripping, heaving cunt!
That was what was happening to Loretta, who was loving it!
The dazed teen, senses stunned by this day of lesbian initiation, was now engulfed by Bea's delta of sizzling flesh.
Bea squatted down, meaty thighs taut, crotch pressing Loretta's face, cunt pressed down on Loretta's open mouth!
Loretta was no immature specimen she was ripely, juicily nubile. But she felt positively girlish, when she compared her own ripely fleshed pussy to the thick-lipped cunt of Aunt Bea, presented now for the teen's delectation.
The smell of it! Yes, that was what hit Loretta first of all, the rich ripe aroma of Aunt Bea's.
Yes, the first part of Aunt Bea's heated flesh to make contact with Loretta, not counting the thighs pressing her facial cheeks, was-
Her scent!
Earlier, Loretta's nostrils had tingled to the rich, ripe, musky aroma, when Bea was only crawling up to her head.
But when that hot cunt lowered itself, its blubbery lips rushing downward toward the girl's own gasping, parted lips, the ripe fragrance hit her.
Earlier, Loretta had smelled the musk-now, her nostrils tasted it.
A hothouse fragrance, overpowering perfume from an orchid of flesh. A rich animal musk, it filled Loretta's lungs.
The musk filled her head like helium in a balloon, expanding it, causing Loretta to feel lightheaded, dizzy.
But little time was allowed her to inhale the fragrance ...
For, already, the cunt lips pressed down on Loretta's parted lips, engulfing them, overpowering them.
Blubbery cunt lips were squashed, spreading to the sides, uncovering the sleek sweltering interior.
Slippery satin flesh engulfed the lower half of Loretta's gasping face.
And when she gasped, her moan was muffled by the pussy pressing down on her mouth.
Juices smeared on Loretta's face. Aunt Bea rocked around, squirming on the mouth on which she squatted.
Secretions, thick, oily, muskily fragrant, smeared on Loretta's mouth and lower face.
Aunt Bea's thighs hugged Loretta's face, which reddened between the white columnar thighs bracketing it.
Aunt Bea sat back, her broad flesh buttocks rolling over Loretta's nose.
Loretta's nose dipped into the cleft between the buttocks, which spread out to the sides, fleshy mounds clutching her face.
Bea rocked back, buttocks rolling over Loretta's forehead.
For some instants, Loretta could not breathe.
Then Aunt Bea lifted up, her cunt coming loose from the lower half of the girl's face with a moist sucking sound.
The crotch and ass were lifted some few inches above her face and then began lowering down once more.
Loretta gulped a quick gasped breath, before hot cunt lips and moist heaving membranes once more enveloped her face.
Aunt Bea played the squatting game until her lusts drove her to more intimate satisfactions from the naked niece.
Leaning forward, Bea pressed her palms into the mattress on either side of Loretta and leaned forward.
Her stiff-nippled swaying tits brushed the tops of the girl's thighs.
"Lick it!" Bea rasped. "Lick my cunt!"
She held her crotch only inches from Loretta's wet red face. Bea was wet between the legs. Her thick cunt lips quivered.
Crystal droplets of Loretta's saliva clung like dew to the mossy ahirs of Bea's thick, glossy black pelt of a bush.
Loretta stuck out her tongue and touched the cunt lips.
Moist fragrant heat poured out from between the slitted pussy lips.
Lifting the back of her head off the mattress, Loretta touched her tongue to Bea's cunt, licking its lips.
Loretta didn't have to strain for long ... Bea leaned back, forcing the girl's head down on the mattress while she squatted on the mouth.
She held herself off Loretta just enough so Loretta could lick and lap her cunt lips.
"Lick it like it's candy!" Bea gasped.
Loretta licked until her tongue ached ... and then she licked some more.
Bea moved around, lifting and lowering her crotch so it could get a full tongue servicing, from top to bottom.
Wetness glistened not only on Bea's cunt lips, but on the insides of her thighs, and the cheeks of her ass.
"Inside me, now!" Bea urged, demanded. "Stick your tongue inside me aaah!"
Loretta wriggled her tongue up inside Bea.
Cunt lips were glued to Loretta's parted lips, while her tongue lanced into Bea, filling her deep, sweltering trench.
Her interior clutched at the licking tongue, fresh waves of ripe juices sloshing out, tangily tingling on Loretta's tongue.
Bea rocked up and down on the tongue filling her. Loretta worked the tongue like it was a little cock, thrusting in her.
Bea's juices rich, thick permeated Loretta's mouth.
Bea took her licking for some time, then lifted her cunt up.
Loretta's tongue flopped free of the clutching cunt.
Gasping, Bea reached under herself, between her legs, splaying her fingers flat on her crotch, rubbing it.
She forced open the slitted cunt lips on top, and spread her fingers, exposing a fat clit into Loretta's view.
The clit was a swollen, engorged button of flesh, looking raw and angry in its pulsating red arousal.
"You'll lick my clit, now!"
"Yes, Aunt Bea!"
"Lick it like I did you start easy, not too much at once!"
Gurgling with pleasure, Bea proffered her clit to Loretta's tongue tip.
Loretta strained her tongue at the root, stretching it to reach for the clit. When her tongue tip pressed the clit, Bea cried out.
Her aunt's masses of heaving, lesbo-stimulated flesh jiggled and writhed from even a light, casual contact of tongue and clit.
"Easy!" Bea moaned. "Start easy!"
More gingerly, Loretta resumed the licking.
At first, she inflicted only the lightest of tongue pressures, just gently flicking the tongue tip across the button of the clit.
"Aaaaaah," Bea moaned. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
After some more licking, Bea grew more used to the perverse pleasure of tongue pressure across her swollen clit.
Her arousal mounting, more and more she leaned back, forcefully pressing her clit to Loretta's shivering tongue.
Bea's cunt heaved, pulsating as if it breathed, from the tongue action.
Bea flopped forward, leaning on her elbows, which sank into the mattress on either side of Loretta's sleek, sweating form.
No longer did Bea bother holding her cunt lips spread to expose her clit--
Loretta knew where the clit was well enough now, she needed no more guidance!
Besides ... that clit-licking was starting to have devastating sexual effects on Bea, really getting to her.
Making it difficult for her to stand up straight, with her thighs at the vertical.
No, now she leaned forward, some weight on her elbows, her gasping head held down, her ass and cunt raised high.
Sassily, almost jauntily, her wide white ass wiggled this way and that, buttocks swaying as she moved her hips in time to the tonguing.
Bea reached under herself, pinching fingers seeking stiff nipples.
Her tits cried out for touches, for caresses, while her nipples stood forth with stiffness that was positively painful.
Bea worked her big fat tits out to the sides, where her fingers could fasten on the stiff throbbing nipples ...
Whose throbbing increased as pinching fingers teased and erotically toyed with them, pulling them this way and that ...
Each time Bea pinched her nipples, her cunt heaved ...
In sync with the heavings of her cunt, her thighs rhythmically squeezed Loretta's head, clamping down on it.
The squeezings came faster, harder, and longer as the arousal mounted ...
Suddenly, Bea's bowed head jerked upright.
Features of her breathless red face became all scrunched up as orgasm struck.
"Lord ! ! "
Bea squatted back down on Loretta's face, sitting hard upon it.
Her body trembled all over, including her cunt ... her taut thighs shook from the force with which they clutched Loretta's lapping face.
Loretta had the wit to take a deep breath, before that climaxing cunt came down.
Her head was so forcefully squeezed by the powerful thighs of Aunt Bea, that it did not seem impossible that her skull would crack under the strain-
Pressing Loretta's face was Bea's heaving, squirming, orgasming cunt ... Bea came!
Bea sat sprawling in an armchair in the den, sipping cool lemonade and listlessly fanning herself while watching the TV soap operas.
Some weeks had passed since that first sizzling encounter with Loretta.
In the time since then, the teen had become an enthusiastic, a fervent convert to the varieties of all-female love and lust.
It was day, mid-morning. Curtains covered open screen windows. The postman had not yet arrived at the house.
Bea would take no chances of the mail carrier (male carrier ha ha! thought Bea) seeing what went on inside the house.
Later, after the mail was dropped off, and no more visitors were due, Bea would pull back the curtains and let in some fresh air.
Not that fresh air was so easy to find, during this sweltering summer. like so many other days, this one was sultry and still.
Bea was dressed undressed, rather for the weather.
And the occasion!
She wore no more than a bra and panties ... and hardly wore them!
The white lace bra was unhooked, open, and pulled off her tits. Lace cups, no longer stretched taut by ballooning tits, were rolled in a sweat-damp line under the mounds. The back was unhooked, while the straps were off her broad shoulders and hung down around the middle of her arms. Bea was too lazy to bother taking the bra off all the way.
Besides, her big tits were happily uncovered, blissfully bare, with sticky saliva from Loretta's mouth shining on tit flesh sucked a rich red tinge.
Bea sprawled in the chair.
She was slumped in it, with her big butt perched close to the front edge of the seat, with her big feet perched on the floor ...
And with her naked niece kneeling between bent, spread legs.
The posture caused Bea's chin to rest on top of her chest, while a large double chin rimmed her thick-featured face.
She moaned often, from what Loretta was doing, and when she did moan, all her masses of soft flesh were sent rippling, jiggling.
One of her plump hands held a cheap, brightly colored Japanese style fan which she had picked up at the five-and-dime.
Her elbow rested on the chair arm, while her hand swung listlessly back and forth, infrequently fanning her sweating face.
Her other hand was curled around a long tall glass of cool lemonade, fresh homemade lemonade, beaded and dripping with condensation.
On the TV screen, the players on her favorite soaps went through their paces, but Bea watched with only a portion of her attention.
For the majority of her concentration was focused on Loretta labored at ...
Specifically, Bea's cunt!
Niece Loretta had taken to lesbo lust like a duck takes to water! Now that she was turned on, there was no turning her off!
Which was fine, just fine with pleasure-greedy Bea ...
What a summer this had been!
Bea had a bit of money set aside, from an inheritance, allowing her to live without the necessity of making a living.
Leaving her days free, as well as her nights, to devote toward the goal of enmeshing Loretta in lesbianism's sweet seductions ...
Well, Loretta was a convert of that, there could be no doubt!
Now, Bea's panties were down at her slim ankles. A pair of pale white nylon panties, full-cut hip huggers ...
"Ankle-huggers" that's what I should call them, Bea thought, since the panties are usually down around my feet, rather than where they belong!
Although actually, they belonged down-lowered for more lascivious lappings, like the one she now savored with silky pleasure ...
Loretta did not much bother with panties. Panties were only one more encumbrance between her pussy, and stimulation.
Stimulation via fingers, mouth, vibrator, whatever!
Loretta had a luscious, nubile physique, and it pleased Bea to allow the girl to go naked as much as possible.
As she was now.
Loretta wore only her birthday suit and Bea's cunt, on her mouth.
Loretta knelt between Bea's spread thighs. Bea slumped in the chair, with her round knees flung far to the sides.
Loretta knelt between those pale meaty white hams, her dark-haired head between the thighs, face pressed to the cunt.
Under her knees lay a small throw pillow-long oral sessions, such as this one, could prove trying on the knees.
But with the pillow cushioning them, Loretta could remain in place for a long time.
The last few weeks had been just heavenly!
One day slipped into night, then into the next day, falling in a smooth seamless pattern, like taking a long, leisurely sea voyage.
Bea savored a long, leisurely tonguing now.
Sometimes she and Loretta were like a pair of hellcats, hellions in heat, the way the two of them would go at it.
But other times, they settled into slow, relaxed, leisurely sessions of mutual lesbian stimulation.
like this session ...
From between Bea's legs came moist licking sounds. Loretta's head bobbed slowly as she massaged swollen cunt lips with her tongue.
Loretta's face was sticky with wetness. Her tongue tip traced out the intricacies, the folds and turnings, of Bea's cunt lips.
Bea sipped some lemonade. Its ice had melted, leaving a sweet slurry, more sweet than tart, since Bea loaded her lemonade with sugar.
Looking down at the top of Loretta's bobbing head, Bea fancied that the girl must be thirsting for novelty ...
Bea set down her fan, and rested that hand on the top of the raven-haired head, pushing back, disengaging Loretta.
Loretta's licking face separated from Bea's cunt.
Bea sighed lazily. Already during this session, she had come twice ...
Now, she worked, or rather, played, toward her third climax, so she was in no hurry, besides, it was too hot a day for hurrying.
Her cunt lips quivered darkly with heated red arousal, swimming in their thick coating of saliva deposited there by Loretta.
Loretta raised her sticky face. From her hairline to her chin, wetness glimmered stickily, compounded of juices and saliva.
Bea's cunt lips quivered irritably at the interruption of orality.
Let them squirm, she thought, they can stand it for just a little while ...
That's as long, or as short, as this interruption would be, just a little while.
Silently, Loretta looked up at her aunt.
She licked her lips, slowly massaging them with a strong pink tongue.
"Thought you might like something cool to drink," Bea murmured, "for a change ... "
She moved the glass of lemonade down to her crotch. Pressing its rim to her bush, she slowly, carefully tilted it.
Only a bit of lemonade remained in the glass. A trickle bubbled out, soaking into her bush, then building up, forming a little rivulet.
The lemonade was pale, colorless, when Bea poured a trickle on her cunt.
Rivulets rolled over her cunt lips, whose hot surfaces shrank back from the cool liquid streaming down them.
She added more tilt to the tipped glass.
Lemonade gushed out of the glass, streaming over her snatch.
It dribbled in sticky rivulets over her cunt lips, down into the slitted trench, spilling into the seat cushion below her crotch, soaking it.
"That should cool it off some!" Bea joked.
"I doubt it, knowing you, Auntie!"
"Lick up your little drink, darlin', " Bea murmured.
Her hand, resting throughout on top of Loretta's head, now tilted that head forward.
Loretta's tongue unrolled. Straining it, its tip quivering, she pressed it to the slitted snatch, lapping between squirming pussy lips.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Bea moaned, twisting in her chair, as the tongue went to work.
Loretta licked every bit of the spilled lemonade up off Bea's cunt.
Bea's big buttocks tightened, squirming, squeezing as she pressed her cunt more forcefully against Loretta's mouth.
The fluid was all sweet and sugary ...
And, when Loretta had licked the cunt clean, an even sweeter, more powerful sugar made itself known to her:
The sugar of Bea's thick, feverish juices, which teemed inside her slit.
Bea pressed even more forcefully on Loretta's head, pressing the face into her dripping, steamy sex trench.
Her cunt lips were wedged open, pried apart, by Loretta's lilting tongue ... it sure made Bea hum, then sing with pleasure!
Loretta dipped her tongue deeper, rolling it back and forth across dripping membranes, lapping those juices.
The heat of her licked cunt lips was first matched, then overwhelmed by the heat of the licking Loretta gave her between the legs.
Then all Bea's sweltering masses of soft flesh quivered with the rush on oncoming orgasm, as she was swept away on a hot tide of lust ...