Aunty June likewise stepped over in front of me. "Kneel up, Baby Candy,"she ordered. I obeyed, rising on my knees to face her, my eyes level withher c...otch. "Hold your dress up out of the way like a good little girl."I raised the lace-edged hem of my pink gingham frock over my stainedbibbie, and Aunty leaned down and pulled aside the waistband of my babypanties. "Pee-yew!" She cried, wrinkling her nose in disgust and lettingthe waistband snap back against my tummy. It didn't really hurt, but. “Your turn,” she said to her friend.“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Shannon sighed resignedly, before leaning forward unexpectedly and taking my cock in her mouth. The intensity of the warm wetness nearly took my breath away as she sucked hard, then ran her lips further down my length. Still wrapping her mouth around the head of my cock, she began using her hand to wank my shaft properly. That was definitely more like it. She continued her ministrations for a short while, before releasing me and looking. When I read Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn, in which the protagonist did precisely the same thing at some point, and again, I experienced the mixture of curiosity, with a sense of strangeness in reaction. I chanced upon two magazines which, in addition to some suggestive heterosexual stories, was included a photo layout showing two nude men in a barn, lying in hay or straw, not doing anything much, but I recall envying the sensuality of the situation, while not feeling any attraction for the. "I want to lick you until you come inside my mouth." We can't do that," she whispered in a weak protest."In your birthday, we can," I whispered back. "We won't be doing anything bad, anyway. You will set back and relax while I kiss you. It is a nice way to have a little fun. Come here."I popped my finger out of her ass and made sure she saw me when I sucked my fingertip."You are very tasty," I whispered.I walked her to the sofa and sat her down. She did not resist when I worked her dress the.