Bitki 3

Lyuda left, taking her skirt from the floor into the room, and told me to go to the bathroom and wait for her there.

Lyuda's bathroom was separate and quite small; to my left, running the entire length, was the bathtub itself, then on the far wall was the sink, and to the right was an empty wall with a towel warmer.

I didn't turn on the light and entered the bathroom, leaving the door ajar, finding myself in semi-darkness. The excitement of anticipating that very thing, my first female blowjob, inspired me, and an inner voice convinced me that it was normal and that Lyuda would be grateful for it and keep it all a secret.

Of course, mentally, I already possessed that very

marble, which I had been dreaming about for so long. The fact that I was frankly selling myself to Lyuda, for some reason, I didn't consider; maybe I had just psychologically blocked that feeling in myself.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub and waited for Lyuda, who, in my opinion, was taking a long time fussing about in her room and not returning. Thoughts that I was about to become a "waffler"—that's what they called those who sucked and licked genitals in our time—began to penetrate my consciousness more and more. I suddenly felt very ashamed that I, like a real waffler, had agreed to lick a pussy.

PUSSY—the word raced through my head. How did I agree? How could I? Well, okay, one thing was that I had licked Lyuda, and Lida, and Lyuba in my fantasies, and none of them knew about it! But here? Here I had already agreed and was even a millimeter away from a female blowjob!

I had even smelled her panties, under which was her pussy! Her panties were ten centimeters from my nose, and I could smell how her pussy smelled from under them. It was an inexplicably attractive and arousing smell, or rather, the aroma of something new and so enticing.

Starting to berate myself, I returned in my thoughts to the fact that I simply didn't give a damn what would happen next! I inexplicably wanted to quickly get on my knees before Lyuda, pull down and even tear off her panties and finally touch her pussy, thereby crossing that invisible line I had not yet crossed.

— Hey—I heard Lyuda call me from the bathroom, without entering the bathroom; her voice came from somewhere in the hallway again.

I came out and saw that Lyuda was actually standing in the hallway; she was in a house robe, the hem of the robe was slightly above her beautiful knees. She had soft slippers on her feet, and her hair was hastily tied back in a bun with an elastic band. Her face was very focused and even a little displeased.

— Here—she extended to me in her hand that very marble—a gift... and let's go for now.

— How?—I was surprised, taking this treasure in my hand.

— Take it and leave—she said, starting to get a little nervous.

— But I...—I tried to somehow figure out what was happening.

After all, I hadn't given her the female blowjob we had agreed on for this marble. I could see she was seething inside and, for some reason, felt very awkward. But what had happened? What happened while she was alone in the room?

— What? Were you seriously going to lick my pussy?—she laughed nervously.

It seemed to me that Lyuda even tried to shame me for agreeing to truly become her waffler. I felt terribly unpleasant; I really understood that I was five minutes away from being a waffler, and if anyone found out what had happened here now, even if there hadn't actually been any waffling, I would definitely become an outcast and a laughingstock.

I suddenly felt very ashamed that Lyuda was a witness to my humiliation for some marble, which was already in my hand, and also that her girlfriends had even seen how I had gone crazy over this marble, the owner of which I had suddenly become so unexpectedly.

I wanted to shove this marble back to Lyuda and run away, hiding my face, which was probably already crimson and burning with shame. But I knew for sure that I had already crossed that line beyond which one should not go, and even if I refused this marble now and left, it would change nothing.

Then I stood and waited for her in the dark bathroom, for her to come so I could give her that female blowjob in the dark, as she had suddenly become shy of me.

Shy!—a bright thought suddenly appeared in my head, which put everything in its place—she's just shy of me! She's shy about what she so eagerly sought at first, and then, as if something happened in her pretty head, she suddenly became shy of me and couldn't cope with this shyness, and now was simply trying to buy me off with the marble.

— Leave, Lyonya—she said, looking at me with her laughing eyes, in which I read despair and confusion, and mockery, and something else incomprehensible.

Now, it became obvious to me that she was probably just shy about continuing and wanted to pretend that she never really wanted me to give her a female blowjob, which meant for me, firstly, that she didn't want to humiliate me now and turn me into a waffler, and secondly, it meant that she probably still respected me as a person, or as her friend's brother, or something else.

But she, definitely while in her room when I was waiting for her in the dark bathroom, seemed to snap out of the same excitement I had. Perhaps, after thinking it all over, weighing it, she decided that this whole situation with the marble needed to be turned into a joke and to backpedal before the devil was crossed.

However, this joke of hers about my "almost-lick" could always be suddenly spread around, and that would be a real end for me! She would definitely tell her girlfriends Lida and Lyuba about it as a joke, and then this joke would spread all over the yard and probably even, or rather, definitely reach the school.

And that meant I would unequivocally become a laughingstock and a waffler, even if not a real one, but in everyone's eyes, it would be exactly that. For the last time, I looked at such a beautiful marble in my hands and handed it back to Lyuda.

— I don't need the marble—I said, swallowing saliva, hoping she would refuse to take it back.

— What do you mean you don't need it?—Lyuda squinted.

— Well, I was joking too—I said, forcing a smile.

— What were you joking about?—Lyuda frowned, raising her eyebrows in surprise—that you were ready to lick my pussy right now?

— Yes—I nodded, smiling at her.

— Are you fucking crazy???—Lyuda suddenly became indignant—you bitch, you were just on your knees and ready to lick my pussy for this fucking marble, and you didn't waffle me only because I didn't shove your face into my pussy at the very last moment! Are you fucking crazy??? What the fuck are you doing???

I didn't expect that. I couldn't foresee that if I started refusing the marble and tried to somehow play this situation back, I would anger Lyuda so much, and that only meant that a conflict had brewed between us. A conflict very dangerous for me and predetermined to be losing.

— Sorry—I immediately stopped smiling, deciding to somehow calm Lyuda down—I just wanted to say...—I tried to think of something on the fly that could calm her down and, of course, justify me—I didn't need this marble—I said and was shocked myself, but then something just poured out of me that I couldn't control; I talked and talked:—I like you, and I genuinely wanted to kiss you there—I pointed with my index finger between her legs—I've just been imagining it for a very long time, and it really excites me... I don't know why, Lyud, but I want to give you pleasure, and to somehow do that, I started asking you for the marble, which I don't really need... I just want to ask you to let me lick you, and I really, really beg you to keep it a secret and not tell anyone that I wanted... that is, I want to lick you.

Lyuda's face, as I confessed to her, let's say, either in love, or in sympathy, or in simply wanting to lick her pussy, changed. First, her anger passed and was replaced by genuine interest, and then it became altogether sweet, and she broke into a satisfied smile.

— Why "wanted"?—she asked, interrupting me—don't you want to now?

— I do—I said and, feeling a little shy, lowered my eyes.

— Really?—Lyuda asked and was already melting like a snowman.

Now I understood that I had asked for the female blowjob myself, but I felt much calmer now, even very, I would say, calmer. I saw how my Lyuda was smiling and how pleased she was to hear everything I had told her. There was definitely no turning back now, and I now had to live up to what I had just confessed to.

For some reason, I even felt good, because I had told her the truth, that very truth that had been weighing heavily on me lately. Having confessed to her and seeing her reaction, I felt light, and I seemed to take the situation into my own hands; even though I was three years younger than her, now clearly I was leading in our, so to speak, dance.

— Really, Lyud—I answered, raising my eyes to her joyful and kind eyes—I really want to... I even if only... don't tell anyone... I jerk off to you... constantly imagining licking you, and I jerk off every day, that is, every evening.

It was already easier and simpler for me to pour both truth and flattery into her ears.

— Take it for yourself—she closed her hand over my fist holding the marble—I would have given it to you anyway... but, if you really want to... do you really want to?

— Very much—I smiled at her, understanding that now I would definitely lick her, and now the marble would definitely remain in my possession, and that this lick-job was no longer as disgusting and repulsive as it had been before my confession.

Now everything had changed. I saw a completely different Lyuda before me, who looked at me gratefully, and it was very easy for me to talk about what had recently been an unacceptable topic for me.

Smiling at each other, we went into her room, where she, covering her face from embarrassment and joy with her palms, sat on her bed and fell onto her back, spreading her legs, bent at the knees, to the sides. The hem of her robe slid down her legs, and I saw that she was already without panties.

Before me opened her beautiful, pink vagina; a very small fuzz of young hairs covered her pubic mound and slightly extended onto her outer labia. Very neat and beautiful inner, small labia, which at the top converged into a hooded triangle. I didn't even know there was something called a clitoris there. I didn't even know about the existence of major and minor labia; I'm just describing what I saw then and what I remembered for the rest of my life.

From her vagina down to her equally pink anus flowed a stream of her lubrication, shining in the light and shimmering with its viscous consistency. This sight, of course, transported me to the world of my fantasies and dreams. I leaned down and, after looking once more at her sharp chin and her hands resting on top, touched her vagina with my lips.

My eyes closed with pleasure, but I didn't like her smell. It was a sharp smell of perfume. Lyuda, apparently shy and preparing in her room while I waited for her in the bathroom, had simply doused her vagina with her perfume, trying to mask the natural smell of her pussy, mistakenly thinking it might repel me. I really missed the aroma of her arousal, which was overpowered by her perfume at the time.

I buried my tongue in her narrow womb (she was a virgin), but of course, I didn't know that. I was simply trying to give her a blowjob in reverse, that is, if a cock is sucked, I was trying, on the contrary, to insert my tongue as deep as possible, although it didn't go very deep, and she, then apparently understanding that I didn't know about the clitoris, began to rub it herself.

And so I became her pussy-licker and secret boyfriend; I licked her everywhere and for a long time. Usually, the initiative for cunnilingus came from me; I just couldn't get enough, I remembered every minute, every second, being in a euphoria of happiness when I licked her, and she came and came.

By the way, after several lick-jobs, she gave me a tour of her vagina, showed me where and what was located, where and what needed to be done, and how to lick, where to suck and with what speed and pressure. She showed me her tiny clitoris, which was so carefully hidden from me in her hood. She showed me her hymen, told me to be very careful with it, as she still needed to get married a virgin.

She, of course, didn't consider me as a husband; she generally thought that it was she who was doing me a favor by offering her pussy to my tongue. But I wasn't against it, sometimes persuading her for another lick-job, which, by the way, she began to give me less and less frequently, and then she even told her friend Lida about me, thinking she was doing me a favor.

About Lida, of course, I dreamed and yearned for her very much, and even several times, because I was in frank servitude to Lyuda, I got it from her for staring at Lida. Apparently, at some point, when Lyuda decided that I had already bored her, or maybe she just decided to share me with her friend, knowing that I dreamed of her, she told her our secret.

Then, it was very shameful in front of Lida, but she, harboring anger towards me, gladly used me and communicated with me afterwards with strained respect. And it was she who turned out to be the initiator of numerous lick-jobs for her.

Then Lyuba appeared, and then it all snowballed)))

p/s: this was my last and most truthful story, and all the episodes of my life as a pussy-licker I described in my previous stories.

Bye everyone and be happy!