‘He picked up a small stone, threw it at it, and was lucky enough to hit it, but one golden feather only fell down, and the bird flew aw…’
This time, she was distracted by a thought rather than a sensation as her nephew spread her cheeks. What was he about to do? Had he brought the dildo with him without her noticing, and was he about to push it in? Or would she feel the hot tip of his prick part the petals of her sex? Either way, she was praying for him to do it soon.
She yelped as she received a spank, a reminder that she had a job to do. She rubbed her right cheek, imagining with a devilish smile the mark that had been left. If he planned to punish her like that for disobedience, then he was creating a perverse incentive.
‘Keep reading,’ he said.
Holly turned her head and stuck her bum out further still. ‘Only if you even things out,’ she said.
She took a sharp intake of breath as a slap quickly followed to the left side of her arse. Harder than she’d expected, but all the better for it.
‘…flew away. The man took the feather and carried it to his brother, who looked at it and said, ohhhhh.’
Tom completed his first slow lick of Holly’s pussy, then stopped, teasing her again as he admired her glistening mound.
‘Argh, don’t stop. Why did you stop?’ she said.
Tom smiled at the irritation in her voice. ‘Keep reading,’ he said again.
Holly complied, and he buried his face back between her cheeks, lapping up every sweet drop of carnal nectar before delving deeper and finding her clit.
‘…it’s pure gold. And gave him a great deal of money for it. Next day — ah, right there — the man climbed into a birch-tree, and was about to cut off a couple of branches when — yes, tongue my clit — the same bird flew out, and when the man searched — like that, baby — he found a nest, and an egg lay inside it, which was — oh, fuck, no one’s done that before.’
She stopped reading, closing her eyes as her nephew sucked her labia into his mouth. It was a strange sensation, but the longer it went on, the tighter she found herself grabbing the edge of the counter. It didn’t provide the sensuous bliss of when he’d licked her clit but, such was his devotion to every inch of her, she’d never felt more desired in her life.
She forced open her eyes and endeavoured to reward him with more story. ‘which was of gold. He took the egg home with him, and carried it to his brother, who again said — oh!’
She tensed and pulled away from Tom, shocked at his tongue finding the rim of her arse. She looked down at him. ‘What are you doing?’
‘I want every part of you, Aunt Holly. Do you trust me?’
She saw the longing in his eyes, a desire that burned for her as a devotee’s would for his goddess. Knowing she couldn’t deny him, she nodded.
She turned back to the book as Tom buried his tongue between her cheeks. He pleasured her arsehole with slow licks and rapid flicks, alternating his rhythm so no one sensation became stale.
‘…it is pure gold, and gave him what it was — fuck, I had no idea that could feel so good.’