Licked 2 pussies. part 5
Ira continued to shower me with praise for my skilled cunnilingus and, adjusting her skirt, turned to Mila.
"Go on, Milka, he'll do you quick too, look what a champ he is,"
"I don't need it," Mila suddenly stunned everyone with her reply. "I just came to watch, I was curious."
"Come on, Mil, go ahead," I suddenly said, wiping my face with my sleeve from Ira's secretions, surprising even myself that I, I repeat, *myself* asked the girl to come to me for a lick. And Mila was also stunned by this offer, her eyes popping out. I was simply bewildered by her refusal; it didn't seem right. I was even in the mood, and how could I ask her not to talk about me if I didn't lick her? In short, some plan for further action broke in my head.
"What?" Mila looked down at me, standing slightly aside since I was still on my knees. "You want it yourself? You want to lick me?"
"Yes," I replied, understanding there was no turning back. "Very much," I added.
"Holy shit," Ira was surprised. "Got a taste for it, huh?" And they both laughed, and I allowed myself to laugh a little at myself too. After that, I reached my hands toward Mila and said, "Come to me, I'll be gentle, I know how."
"Well, fuck knows," Milka began to hesitate.
"Mil, I'll start, and if you don't like it, you tell me and I'll stop, and if you like it, we'll continue," I continued to persuade my, essentially, abuser.
"I haven't washed all day," Mila continued to make excuses. "It probably smells down there."
"I'll do everything right," I continued. "I even like it," I suddenly said something I didn't mean to say.
"Like what? What?" both girls suddenly started chattering from both sides. "The taste of pee?" Mila was surprised. "Want me to give you a little?" And they both laughed again; I joined them and smiled foolishly, realizing what nonsense I was spouting.
"Mil, come on, I want to try you," I continued to beg. "I want you," I suddenly hesitated a little and continued, "I want to lick you," and added, "I really want to."
"Go on, try," she smiled, looking down at me from above, placing her hands on her hips and holding her skirt. I smiled at her like I once smiled at Natasha when trying to charm her during another lick, and flashing my already slutty, lustful eyes, without looking away, I took her ass with both hands and, stroking, pulled her pussy slightly toward me, sticking out my tongue fully and licking all of Mila's pussy flesh with my full tongue like delicious ice cream.
"Ah, you," Mila rolled her eyes without raising her head. "Biiitch," she drawled. Mila's pussy really was quite smelly, and there was even a smell of feces; apparently, she hadn't washed it not just today, and not only it. From this smell and the pungent, cloying taste, nausea rose in me, and I was seriously scared for myself because if I puked, I'd probably be fucked, and right away! Holding my breath, I began to lick off this taste quite quickly and swallow it. I already had experience in this; I knew that both the smell and the unpleasant taste would soon pass; the main thing was not to puke or even show that I was feeling nauseous. I continued to knead Mila's ass and lick, or rather, wash her pussy. Soon, I began to breathe a little and discovered that the smell had almost disappeared, and the taste was turning from unpleasant into real deliciousness. Mucus started flowing, which, I admit, I had already come to like in girls; its taste is indescribable but very captivating and arousing, and the more there is, the better, though sometimes there's a feeling you could choke and drown in it. However, I still wanted to breathe fresh air and, under the pretext of a hair getting in my mouth, started pulling it out with my hand, spitting a little, turned slightly to the side, and greedily grabbed air.
"So, how am I? Tasty?" Mila asked from above.
"Yeah," I said, already practically into her pussy, and continued working my tongue on her cave, sucking on her labia, which, I must say, were quite large, and I couldn't see her clitoris at all in her folds, so I continued to stick my tongue into her pussy and, pulling it out, sucked on the lips, capturing them with my tongue and, helping with my lips, sucked and pulled them, while glancing up and meeting Mila's eyes, which she didn't avert at all.
"Ah, you're my good boy," Mila said when our eyes met. "Want me to pee a little for you?" I suddenly heard a rather indecent proposal and didn't immediately understand what was being offered to me, so I just stayed silent and continued licking.
"Want to?" Mila asked again. By the way, Ira had moved a little away from us at this time and was kind of standing guard and didn't hear this proposal. "Well? What?" Not waiting for an answer, Mila asked me again, taking my forehead and pulling my face away from her pussy. I looked at her and didn't know what to answer, but she apparently wasn't waiting for an answer anymore. "Open your mouth, just a little, a tiny bit, open wider, just a little."
"Mil," I whispered to her. "Maybe later? Huh? Otherwise, I'll be all wet now." I was somehow trying to avoid this action, but Mila had already made a decision and was just positioning her pussy to my mouth and seemed to start straining a little. I opened my mouth and pressed against her pussy, hoping she would pee a little and I would swallow it and continue polishing her pussy, but she pushed my face away again, and I understood she wanted to see it. I obediently opened my mouth wide and looked straight into her eyes, while she looked slightly below my eyes, namely at her pussy and my mouth. A moment later, I felt a small stream flow into my mouth and, filling it, stopped. I swallowed and opened my mouth again. The stream repeated, but the pressure was a little stronger this time and filled my mouth almost instantly, causing some to spill, as it seemed to me, from the corners of my mouth. I closed my mouth again and swallowed.
"What a good boy," the lustful Mila looked now at my mouth, now straight into my eyes. "Come on, come on, just a little, don't be afraid," she whispered, smiling some kind of maniacal smile. I continued to open my mouth and swallow Mila's urine, which constantly filled my mouth. When will she finish? I thought, already quite drunk. How much can there be? Bitch! What a mess I'm in! Now I'm drinking pee too! Already! What's next? I thought but didn't disconnect from what was happening, afraid of spilling on my clothes what was meant to be swallowed. These portions of urine didn't seem to end, and I couldn't ask when it would end because I might miss another portion and take its stream in my face, and how the fuck would I go home pissed on, so I tried very hard to catch every drop in my mouth, which apparently was a thrill for Mila. Her eyes shone with a different kind of lust now, some predatory kind, and she seemed to be enjoying her power. She was no longer so sweet; there was already some arrogance on her face and concentration, as if she were performing some work that required great focus, and she continued to send her little streams into my mouth. I already thought this would never end, but I continued to obediently swallow the urine entering my mouth.
"That's it," I suddenly heard Mila's voice. "Lick me there," she said, taking me by the back of my head and pushing me into her pussy, on which drops of urine were hanging. I gladly licked them off. Mila tilted my head back again and again told me to open my mouth. I obeyed. What the fuck now? Didn't she finish peeing? Thoughts raced through my head. But Mila leaned toward me, spat saliva into my mouth, and closed it with her hands.
"Good boy," she said with a satisfied smile. "I think that's enough for today; you'll lick me again later! Right?"
To this question, I nodded my head. Ira, who had approached us, saw the spit in my mouth.
"Is that a sign of gratitude?" she asked Mila with a laugh.
"Sort of," Mila answered her, moving away from me and, taking her panties from behind her collar, started pulling them on.
"Did you cum?" Ira persisted.
"Sort of," Mila answered coquettishly again. "Drained, so to speak," she chattered cheerfully, adding, "and not a little," again with a smile and looking into my eyes. "Almost choked! Right?"
Getting up from my knees, I just nodded.
"Girls," I started the conversation. "Well, this is..." I hesitated a little. Both girls froze, expecting me to continue what I wanted to say. "Well, you know, don't tell anyone," I said, lowering my eyes. "Okay?"
"Well, we'll see," Mila responded. "Look, you're asking for a lick yourself now! You like it! The more women, the more pussy," and they both started choking with laughter. I continued to silently smile back at them. "Come on, guys, what's with you," I continued when the laughter died down. "Okay, don't piss yourself! We'll figure it out! Let's go home before someone catches you," they laughed again. On such a cheerful note and without getting a definitive "like we won't tell anyone" the first time, we were leaving the tree belt. A thought flashed through my head: what difference does it make if they give their word or not? There are more and more of them anyway. Ugh, if it weren't for Oksanka in that ill-fated entrance, and what would Natasha say? After all, she doesn't know anything. Yet.