Licked 2 little pussies. Part 4
The very next day, Irka and her friend Mila caught me by the hand, led me aside, and asked me to go with them to the cultural center grounds, which had small clearings, overgrown bushes, and even some small forest plantations.
I understood immediately why they wanted me to go and said I couldn't, that I was in a hurry and had things to do. To this, Irka asked quite loudly if I was in such a rush to go lick Oksana's pussy. At this question, I sharply looked around, glanced fearfully at Mila, who was looking at me with keen interest, but Irka's words didn't surprise her, and I realized she already knew about me.
A feeling of
shame washed over me again, but now in front of Mila. I began to understand that now I'd have to eat Mila out too, that I was becoming more and more of a slut, that more and more people knew about me, that I'd already tried four pussies with my tongue, and that now a fifth was being offered, and they weren't really interested in whether I wanted to do it. But I no longer knew how to stop all this and understood I was just going with the flow like some piece of shit that was starting to stink more and more. I turned back to Irka, asked her not to shout, and gave my consent, lowering my head slightly."And did you lick Oksana too?" Irka asked me on the way.
"No, I haven't seen her since," I replied.
"But you went to walk her home! Surely you said goodbye in the stairwell," Irka persisted with her questions. "Tell me! Why are you so shy? You know how interesting it is for me!" She smiled slyly and, shifting her gaze to Mila, added, "For us."
"Well, I kissed her goodbye," I muttered.
"Kissed what?" Ira continued the interrogation cheerfully.
"Come on, tell us, what's the big deal, we're all friends here," Mila chimed in.
"Her pussy," I answered, lowering my eyes even further.
"Puuuuussy," Mila burst out laughing. "You kissed her pussy! Pussy!" Mila said in a stern voice. "And did you like licking pussy? How did that happen? How did you agree to it?" Mila, now walking beside me with one arm around my shoulders, ruffled my hair in a kind of proprietary way. "Did you like it?"
I couldn't say no because that would cause indignation, and saying yes would cause laughter, but I still decided the latter was the right choice and said I liked it, or rather, I nodded almost imperceptibly.
"And whose tastes better?" Irka asked. I walked in silence, but Irka wasn't satisfied and continued, "Whose pussy tastes better? Mine, or Oksana's, or Masha's? Huh?"
"I don't know," I tried to evade the conversation. At that moment, I hated Oksana for getting me to eat her out in the stairwell in front of these bitches. After all, they'd blab all over the neighborhood now, how many more new 'girlfriends' would I have, and why wasn't Natashka around? She definitely wouldn't have let me be treated like this! She would have stood up for me and given these bitches a beating. Then I caught myself thinking that 'giving a beating' now sounded completely different to me. But blaming her was an irresistible urge; I was very afraid of these bitches' reaction if they found out I'd already eaten out Oksana and Natasha more than once. They'd laugh at me. Although they're already mocking me. My thoughts were interrupted by the ongoing interrogation.
"Well, why are you silent?" Mila now supported Irka and gave my hair a slightly friendly tousle.
"Irka's," I said to please Irka.
"Really?" Irka asked again. "What's it like? What does it taste like? Tell me," Irka almost jumped.
"A little salty," I said, and after thinking a bit, added, "but not for long, and then..." I thought a little more and said, "and then no."
This answer amused them considerably.
"And when I came, what did it taste like?" Irka continued.
"Normal," I answered.
"Tasty?" Irka asked again with obvious interest.
"Yeah, try it yourself," I snapped back a little, unable to withstand the pressure.
"Whaaat?" Ira even stopped at such an answer. "You bitch, you're going to try it yourself right now! You're going to try shit right now, you bitch!"
"I'm sorry, please," I was frightened by her anger. "I didn't mean that, I meant I can't describe the taste, but it's definitely not disgusting and even tasty."
"Aaaaah," Irka smiled contentedly. "Well, let's go then, we'll feed you some treats." And they both laughed, and I smiled with them, understanding the conflict was over.
Next, we went into the thick bushes via a well-trodden path, looked around for any outsiders, and Irka, turning me to face her and lifting her skirt, commanded.
"Come on," she smiled, looking straight into my eyes. "The treat is served! Go on, enjoy it, sweet tooth!"
"Wait, I'll put some paper under my knees, it's uncomfortable squatting," I said, tearing out some sheets.
"Oh, how experienced," Mila remarked. "Listen, had you licked before?" she asked me somewhat suspiciously.
"No," I answered in a slightly uncertain and quiet voice, understanding I was lying and that my lie could be exposed soon.
"And why did you agree at all?" Mila started with questions again. "Couldn't you, like a guy, punch her in the face and leave? Did you want it yourself? Or are you scared of her for some reason? What could she even do?" Mila continued, as if she suddenly understood everything. I, trying not to answer her questions, placed the paper near her feet, knelt down like a seasoned cunt-licker, pulled Irka's panties aside with one hand, and while stroking her ass with the other, occupied my mouth and thus avoided answering the questions that suddenly poured down on me like hail in a suspicious manner.
"Aha," Irka responded cheerfully and placed her hands on me, and as I understood, she let her skirt fall, covering my head with it. I even felt a little calmer that Mila couldn't see me eating her out now. Well, not the act itself directly. Irka's pussy really was tasty, although, as I expected, it was a bit sour-salty at first, but I understood that was the remnants of urine, after all, they pee from these holes, I reasoned at that moment while licking Ira's pussy.
Her pussy was flowing abundantly, releasing its juices right into my mouth, but I couldn't catch and swallow everything with my tongue, so a few drops fell from my chin onto my pants and shirt. Stroking her ass with one hand, I continued to work my tongue in all sorts of twists, sometimes plunging it into her perineum and again teasing her lips. Irka, in turn, moved her hips in rhythm, and I liked that, as it wasn't like obvious face-fucking but more like gentle thrusting, and she held my head somewhat tenderly. I caught myself thinking that I was enjoying this business and that when you lick pussy with pleasure, they come faster and become more grateful, like you can negotiate with them and they're less rude.
And as a result, Ira came quickly, releasing a fairly large volume of thick fluid into my mouth, which I couldn't catch and swallow entirely, and in the process, I swallowed some of her pubic hair. When I emerged from under her skirt, I started spitting and spitting out the hairs, but from the outside, it probably looked funny because Mila simply burst out laughing.