How I was forced to lick

Once, my mother and I went to visit my brother; he was studying in another city and living in a dorm. My mother had some errands to run and left me with him, but my brother had an important exam, so he asked me to go pick up his term paper. He had ordered it and paid for everything; I just needed to collect the finished work.

I was a somewhat timid boy and didn't really want to go somewhere alone. But my brother persuaded me, saying things like, "You'll be finishing school soon anyway, and you'll have to live on your own without Mommy, and it's not far—just one minibus ride, and the building is right by the stop." He handed me the address and said, "Don't let me down."

When I arrived, I saw this 14-story building,

went up to the right floor. The building was very strange, with only one entrance. Stepping out of the elevator, a long corridor stretched to the left and right, lined with apartment doors. I found the one I needed and knocked, but no one answered. I called my brother, and he told me to wait about thirty minutes. So I sat down by the door, but then two girls around 20 noticed me. One was very beautiful and I liked her immediately, while the other had a short haircut and looked like a punk.

— "Hey kid, what are you doing sitting here?" asked the one who looked like a punk, and I explained everything to her.

— "So you're not from around here. Come on, come with us," she said.

— "No, thanks, I'll just sit here," I replied, and she tried to grab me, but the other, beautiful girl stopped her.

— "Come with us, sweetie, we'll chat and hang out," her angelic voice sounded as she reached out her hand to me.

They led me to one end of the corridor where there was a turn and a small room-like area—a smoking room. Two more girls were sitting there: one clearly older than the others, and the other a quiet, mousy type. They started talking to me about various things, hugging me. I felt pleased by all the female attention but also awkward. Then the conversation turned to girls.

— "Do you have a girlfriend?" asked the oldest one.

— "No," I answered.

— "Have you ever had one at all?" she added.

— "No," I replied, blushing.

— "So you're a virgin then," and she laughed.

— "You probably haven't even seen a pussy in real life," said the punk girl.

— "Why not? I have seen one!" I retorted.

— "Whose?" I hesitated,

— "My mom's."

— "Did she show you herself, or were you peeping?" asked the older one.

— "Peeping."

— "You know, peeping isn't nice. You should be punished for that," said the one I liked.

But then suddenly, the punk girl stood up abruptly, grabbed me by the scruff of my neck, and pulled me off the bench.

— "Enough of this babying, I'm sick of it. Now you're going to lick me out," she blurted out.

What? Did I hear that right? I'm going to lick? Lick what? I understood but couldn't process it.

— "Damn, you're such an impatient fool, you always ruin everything," the beautiful one said at that moment.

The punk girl roughly grabbed my hair and tried to pull me toward her crotch. I resisted, and she slapped me. I was a very weak-willed, impressionable melancholic and immediately started crying.

The other girl, the one I liked, knelt beside me and started comforting me, saying no one would hurt me anymore, calm down, don't cry, I just needed to make them feel good. She stood in front of me, lifted her skirt, and moved her panties aside. It was the first time I saw a pussy from such a close distance; it was very beautiful and completely hairless.

— "Come on, sweetie, make me feel good," she said, pulling my head by the back of my neck.

And closing my eyes, forgetting about everything and everyone, I set to work with my tongue. After all, I liked her, and I did it with pleasure. She praised me, stroked my hair, holding my head with both hands. When a lot of her fluids entered my mouth and from her sigh, I understood she had come, she kissed my forehead and said,

— "Well done, see? And you were scared."

— "Look at his pants, he came in them!" the punk girl shouted, laughing.

And then she grabbed me. I resisted, but the beautiful girl calmed me down again and pushed my head into her crotch herself. Hers was very hairy, and I didn't enjoy it at all; in the end, she just rubbed my face against her crotch.

Next, the older one called me over. Leaning slightly on a wide bench, she spread her legs and motioned for me to get under her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties at all; her pussy was shaved, leaving only a small strip in the center, and I got to work. The quiet one, for some reason, didn't take advantage of my services. At the end, the girl I liked came over and said.

— "Do you understand what you just did?" I couldn't answer anything.

— "You just licked out three girls. You're a cunt-licker now," and she laughed.

— "And an excellent one at that. You should offer your services to girls more often; they'll definitely appreciate it. And I can see you enjoyed it," she said, kissing my forehead once more before leaving too.

I quickly picked up the term paper and returned to my brother.

At home, I naturally didn't tell anyone anything. But I often remembered that incident and masturbated; I even wanted to go back there again. But who would let me go to another city alone? And so, life just went on.

Until at school, I fell in love with a girl from a parallel class, but she didn't pay any attention to me. Then I remembered what that beautiful girl I liked had advised me and decided to use it... but that's another story.

The End (or maybe that other story will come)