Licked 2 pussies. part 3

As I've already said, I think I've fallen in love with Natasha's pussy, and that's a different story. Today, I'll tell you about Oksanka, who, for some reason, seems to have started getting jealous of Natashka and generally dislikes me because I lick Natashka's pussy too.

So, Oksanka would take any opportunity to provoke, offend, tease, and generally humiliate me. She apparently enjoyed watching me squirm in various situations. I'll tell you about one situation I remember very clearly, as it was practically my second forced pussy-licking.

These events took place in the stairwell of one of the nine-story buildings where we

hung out with our group, which included both guys and girls. It was already quite late, and we were slowly starting to disperse when Oksanka came into the stairwell. Of course, with her arrival, the guys immediately perked up and got lively, as she was really beautiful and quite sociable. The girls faded into the background, and I, of course, keeping my head down, quieted down and tried to stay out of Oksanka's sight.

However, Oksanka constantly addressed me in a sarcastic manner. As I said, she apparently enjoyed humiliating me in front of everyone. For example, she could ask the guys if they had ever seen a pussy in real life, if they wanted to smell it or try it, and while staring directly at me, she would ask me specifically, practically pestering me with such suggestive questions.

As you understand, I couldn't answer her rudely; everything was on the verge of my exposure, which I certainly didn't want at all. I told my beloved Natasha about these taunts and asked her to talk to Oksanka during the next pussy-licking session, to get her to stop bothering me with such questions in front of everyone. Of course, I licked her pussy too, but why torment me like that? Natasha did talk to her, but Oksanka apparently got off on keeping me on a short leash, and these taunts continued nonetheless.

Well, let's return to our stairwell, where Oksanka, as the older girl, commanded respect due to her age, her beauty, and her sarcastic teasing of the guys, especially me—well, I'm repeating myself. So, everyone was buzzing around her, but it was time to go home, and slowly everyone dispersed, leaving only me, Mashka, Irka, and Oksanka. I, of course, tried to escape, but Oksanka wouldn't let me go, watching me intently. Even when I went to take a piss—she asked me where I was going and demanded that I definitely come back! She demanded it in a harsh tone. I didn't dare refuse, nor did I dare run away.

— Do you like me? — Oksana asked, addressing me.

— Yes — I replied, understanding that another round of abuse towards me was beginning.

— Would you want a wife like me?

— I don't know.

— What do you mean, you don't know? Don't you like me?

— Would you marry me? — Mashka cheerfully seized the initiative.

— Fuck off — I snapped at Mashka, as I wasn't afraid of her.

— Why are you being rude to the girls? — Oksana cut off my attempts.

— Sorry, Oksan — I immediately reacted.

— Why did you just be rude to Mashka but are apologizing to me? — asked Oksana.

— Sorry, Mash — I said with a note of displeasure.

— Apologize on your knees! She's a girl — Oksana continued with a kind of predatory grin.

— Oksan, stop — I finally couldn't take it and addressed Oksana, but it seemed to anger her a little.

— Get on your knees and apologize to Mashka — Oksana approached me angrily.

— Oksan, come on, stop — Mashka stood up for me.

— Why, Mash, let him apologize — Irka suddenly chimed in.

— Come on, come on! You messed up, apologize — Irka continued, looking at me.

— What did I even do? — I raised my voice at Irka.

— Okay, shut up — Oksana cut me off again.

— Tell us, have you ever had a girlfriend? Have you had sex? — Oksana continued, addressing me.

— I don't talk about that — I said.

— But I want to know, are you a virgin? Or? — Oksana started smiling.

— Yeah, and with the guys around, they've probably already fucked all of us — Irka chimed in.

— Listen, I want sex — Oksana said, looking at me.

Oksana was sitting on the steps at that moment and spread her legs apart; I saw her snow-white panties under her short skirt.

— Maybe you can help me somehow — Oksana continued, looking at me with her slutty eyes.

— Oksan, I'm not like everyone else; I only do it for love — I tried to get out of the situation with a smile.

— What, you don't like me? Don't love me? — Oksana was surprised.

— Maybe it's time for us — Mashka and Irka laughed.

— I'm not holding you, you can fuck off, but we're going to have sex now! Right? — Oksana asked me again.

— Oksan, let me walk you home — hinting at a pussy-licking session on the way, I offered Oksana a way out.

— What, are you embarrassed to show them how you love me? — Oksana came right up to me.

Approaching me, she pinned me against the wall, put her hand on my shoulders, and sort of pushed me down, but I resisted and said to her almost inaudibly — Oksan, come on, not here — Mashka and Irka probably didn't hear it, but they were definitely in shock. They stood there, quiet, because with her movement, Oksana practically hinted that I should lick her pussy right here and right in front of them. I, of course, understood this, but what I would have done in another situation (i.e., push her away roughly) I certainly didn't do; I just looked at her stupidly and muttered something, meaning I noticeably backed down in front of her. I think Mashka and Irka watched this silently but with interest, and Oksana apparently got more and more turned on.

Apparently realizing that I was resisting and wouldn't kneel before her, Oksana herself squatted down in front of me and, accordingly, pulled me down, so we both ended up squatting in front of each other.

— Make me feel good, make me feel nice, it'll be great, I'll just cum once and that's it, don't be afraid, Mashka and Irka won't tell anyone — Oksana started persuading me.

— Do you want us to leave? — said Irka, as if supporting Oksana and clearly wanting things to continue.

But Oksana didn't react to her and just continued to persuade me.

— You just lick me a little there with your tongue, I'll close my eyes and it'll feel good, please, you do like me, right? Yes? — Oksana continued.

I was squatting, held in that position by her, and staring blankly to the side. I understood that everything happening now was very low, of course, but Oksana wouldn't back off; I needed to do something. But what? Probably needed to lick. And what about Mashka and Irka? Tell them to leave? But they might peek, and besides, that request would be stupid and they'd figure everything out.

Oksana, not waiting for any answer from me, apparently understanding that silence was a sign of consent, rose from her squatting position to a standing position with her legs wide apart in front of me, stroking my head with her hand, almost affectionately singing

— Come on, honey, come on — with these words, she lifted her skirt and moved her beautiful panties aside.

Yesss, I saw the pussy that was already familiar to me, but the fact that I had savored it before, neither Mashka nor Irka knew. And here I had to start licking Oksana's pussy in front of them, but in principle, in such a position, resisting any further and especially for me was stupid. So, I kissed it, pursing my lips, and began licking the pussy with familiar movements. Oksana moaned and said

— That's a good boy, that's good, I'll cum quickly now, come on, come on — Oksana whispered contentedly.

From Mashka and Irka's side, there was dead silence; they were probably in shock, of course. I continued to lick Oksana's pussy, already stroking her ass. Oksana, of course, came quickly; apparently, the emotional situation where she, like, made a guy go down on her really turned her on. Having talked him into it and persuaded him in front of other girls. At the same time, I, Mashka, and Irka were younger than Oksana, and that probably gave her even more satisfaction and power.

After licking Oksana, who, having cum, sat down on the steps, I remained in a squatting position, though my legs were really numb.

Irka came right up to me.

— Will you lick me?

She was wearing jeans. Silently, I started unbuttoning her fly and button; she willingly helped me and even helped me take off her jeans and panties. Without saying anything, I pressed my face to her pussy and, also stroking her ass, started smacking (a slurping sound was heard). Irka, taking my head in her hands, started moving her hips.

— Fucking awesome, damn, so fucking awesome, good thing we didn't go home, aah, yes, yes, come on, keep going — I heard Irka's voice.

She came quickly too, by the way, and after cumming, she also went to sit on the steps. I looked at them and saw Oksana's face, content and spreading into a smile, as well as Irka's face, but a bit shy and blissful. They were both sitting on the stair step; Mashka was standing leaning against the wall. I looked at Mashka as if to let her know I was ready for her too; I, by the way, couldn't squat anymore and was kneeling. However, Mashka wasn't in a hurry to approach me and, continuing to stand, looked at me with some kind of arrogant, contemptuous eyes.

— What are you waiting for, Mash? — said Oksana — here you go! Enjoy.

— Nah, fuck him — Mashka said somehow contemptuously.

— Your loss)) I liked it — said Irka — he licks fucking awesome, as if he's always been licking. By the way, have you licked before? Come on, spill.

I looked at Oksana and, looking at her, said — no, I haven't licked, I just love Oksana, I didn't want to lick you, Ir, but it just happened.

— What about me? You don't want to either — I heard a question from Mashka.

I looked at her stupidly, not knowing what to say. Then she moved towards me, lifting her skirt. Well, here's Mashka's pussy already in front of my eyes, and now I'm licking Mashka like a whore who was passed around in the stairwell.

— Girls, let's just keep our pussy-licker a secret! — said Oksana, ruffling my hair.

I walked Oksana home that evening. There was no conversation, just a farewell kiss in her stairwell on her pussy and wishes for a good night.

(That was already a tradition between us.)