“Can I do a bucket list too?” I asked.
“You? You’re too young to be thinking like that!” she laughed. “What is it? Anal?” She laughed again, a big one.
“Anal? NO!” I was taken by surprise. I sat on the side of the bed and looked at her. For some reason, I was nervous to ask.
“Then, what is it?”
“Well, you used your mouth on me. Do you think it would be all right if for a minute I was able to use my mouth on you?”
She made a face like she was really having to think about that. Then she asked, “Have you ever done that before?”
I shook my head “no.”
“And you think you think your Uncle Zack’s wife’s, your 38-year-old aunt’s pussy … her red-haired pussy … should be the first one you ever tasted?”
Her voice was low and slow and like a purr. I’m sure my mouth was just hanging open.
She lifted her legs and pointed her toes at the ceiling. Then in one beautiful slow move, spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy to my eyes.
“You want to put your mouth here? Wouldn’t all that red, curly hair bother you? What if auntie’s vagina feels too hot against your lips or your tongue? What if you can’t swallow all the juices you’ll be forcing me to feed you?”
I was thinking that was a “yes”—the most exciting “yes” I would ever get. I wondered if she was teasing me, teasing herself, or merely turning up the heat for what was going to be going to be an initiation that I would forever remember. Whether she did it knowingly, idly, or playfully—I didn’t care. Auntie apparently had a mystical sex power in her voice that I could listen to all day long—that is if I didn’t have something more important to do—like eat her pussy.
She planted her feet on the bed, parted her knees, and then guided my body and positioned my face between her thighs. This was the first time I had ever seen a vagina this close.
I inhaled and it was strong and musky and delicious-smelling. She was wet, real wet.
My tongue touched the opening of her hole. The one giving out the great-tasting fluids. That first taste made me want more. Lots more. I licked at it like a dog at its water bowl.
“Mmmmmm!” she said.
After about fifteen seconds, she reached down and took my face in both her hands. She held my face still and slid her pussy down until my mouth was positioned at the top of her slit.
“That little hard bump there is my clitoris,” she whispered. “It wants to say ‘hi’ to you, give you its permanent address, and remind you not to forget to visit.”
My tongue teased at it and swirled around it.
“Yeah!” she said. “Oh, yeah!”
I did that again, then again.
“Ahhhh!” she breathed. “Suck. Suck it easy.”
That might have been a suggestion, but I took it as a command. I sucked that little nub with a gentle pressure.
“Aawwwww!”
I guess I was doing it right.
To my surprise, Auntie Lee pushed my face away with a light touch.
“I’m ready,” she said.
“Do you want … yanno … the lub?”
“I’ve never needed it less,” she laughed.
I went to climb on top of her, but she shook her head “no” and guided me onto my back. She kissed me on the lips, on the chest, on my stomach, and then licked up and down my cock. Watching my naked aunt do that was amazing.