Answered in the language of my language: part 1

"I'm not a cunt-licker!" I said and immediately got a slap across my face.

"That won't last long!" Lena hit me across the face with her palm again, but it landed on my hands, which I was using to shield myself while standing in the corner of a row of garages.

This was in a fairly deserted spot where I had been pushed, shoved, and dragged by four girls, among whom was my offender Lena, who was now whaling on me with full swings.

"I'm sorry," I was already bending over, doubled up from the hail of blows coming from both sides, mostly aimed at my head.

The whole thing was that I told my friend a lie, or more precisely, I bullshitted that I fucked her and even gave it to her in the mouth and came

in it, and she swallowed my sperm without even spitting.

I didn't expect Tema to be such a blabbermouth and spill everything, after all, I told him that in secret.

"And it turns out I even sucked you off, you bitch," Lena was outraged. "Lick, bitch, I said!" She was now demanding that I take her in my mouth, which was really low to do and shameful, and just the thought of it was already making me nauseous.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," I kept begging her for forgiveness, but she only got angrier and angrier and kept hitting me, demanding that I get on my knees and lick her

"Answer with your tongue for your filthy tongue," Lena demanded.

"Will you lick?" she continued to insist.

"Or should we piss on you here, bitch?" That didn't suit me at all; being pissed on seemed even worse than licking.

"Come on, Lena, I'm sorry," I tried again and again to apologize and somehow settle this conflict of interests.

Grabbing me by the scruff of my neck and throwing me from side to side, she finally knocked me to the ground. I fell on my back, breaking free from her tenacious hands.

Already lying on the ground, I tried to get up, but she stopped me with her foot, pressing against my chest and pushing me back a little.

"I'll piss on you, bitch!" I saw her unbuttoning her jeans, getting ready to piss on me.

"Will you lick me? Last time I'm asking, you freak." She had already undone the button and unzipped her fly.

"Let them leave," I asked, lying on the ground, nodding my head towards the three other girls standing nearby, and of course I understood that there was definitely no going back after these words, although, as I also realized, there was no way back even before these words.

"Okay, we'll leave, but we'll be right around the corner," said Veronika, and she, Mashka, and Galya went just around the corner of the garage.

"Come here, pimple." For some reason, I was completely thrown off by the word 'pimple,' and I objected, after which I got another kick in the chest.

"You'll be a pimple from now on!" Lena put an end to this argument, coming closer to me, thrusting out her crotch with her jeans unbuttoned.

"And you won't tell anyone?" I looked up at her from below, getting on my knees before her.

"No," she answered me coldly, pulling down her long-unbuttoned jeans, exposing her pubic area and panties.

"And them?" I nodded towards the girls who were standing behind the garage.

"And we won't tell," I heard Galiya's ringing voice.

"Come on, start licking already," came Veronika's mocking voice.

"Give me a smoke," said Lena, and Mashka came out from around the corner and handed her a cigarette.

"What the hell," I was indignant, looking at Masha who had come out, because she had come out and seen me kneeling in front of Lenka.

"It's all good! Don't chicken out, Slavik!" said Lenka, using a famous phrase from comedy sketches about Misha Galstyan.

"Start your lick-off already, virgin!" Lena said, holding a cigarette between her lips as she lit it.

I heard everyone laugh, and I, looking at Masha, who had given her the cigarette and was just standing there watching me with a brazen smirk, was again outraged inside.

"What's she doing here?" I protested, kneeling, and waved my hand at Mashka, who, after looking at Lena, went back behind the garage.

"I won't lick, Lena!" And I even tried to get up, but was stopped again, this time by a hand with a cigarette between the fingers. She leaned towards me and, exhaling cigarette smoke in my face, said menacingly, or even hissed like a snake.

"You're going to eat me out right now, bitch, or I'll piss on you along with my friends and beat you half to death! Got it?" Her eyes were full of rage.

"What are you frozen for?" Letting go of me, she straightened up and shoved me in the chest with her knee.

"Take off your pants already! What are you waiting for?" Lena was smoking a cigarette matter-of-factly and looking down at me haughtily.

I was already looking at the exposed pubic area, the half-exposed panties and her navel, and out of the corner of my eye I saw all three of those bitches peeking from around the corner.

"Well, they're watching," I pointed at them with my finger, trying to argue again in this humiliating situation for me.

I was kneeling and, pointing my finger at the corner of the garage, got another slap, but this time a pretty strong one.

"Who gives a fuck!" answered a very angry Lena.

"And what about you? Don't you give a fuck? You're going to go around in a circle with us here anyway! Why are you shy? Come on, slut, take off your pants already." She bent over and painfully grabbed me by the hair.

"Am I going to wait long? I'm about to piss myself already! You can't hesitate, you fool!" I realized it was pointless to argue.

Everyone laughed at Lena's joke.

I was simply afraid to take her pants off and see what I had never seen in real life before, namely a cunt, which, according to stories, was quite scary, hairy, with a red slit from which juice flows.

Back then, I didn't know the structure of a pussy at all. And for some reason, I was also ashamed that they might find out I was still a virgin, and that bothered me a lot in this humiliating situation.

Maybe that's exactly why I couldn't bring myself to proceed with the actions Lena was demanding from me.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Lena, realizing I wouldn't dare, pulled down her jeans to her ankles herself and pulled her panties down with them.

"Start licking me already, slut!" She grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved my face into her crotch, which I didn't even have time to examine then. I didn't try to dodge.

My nose immediately plunged into some warm, slimy little hole. I realized that this was the pussy I was now supposed to somehow take in my mouth, but I was a bit shocked by the smell of piss and the sticky fluid, and I, having barely caught a whiff of it, pulled back and, looking at Lena, suddenly, unexpectedly for myself, teared up from shame.

All the girls, including Lena, laughed.

"Well, now you're a cunt-licker!" said Lena, looking down at me.

"You see how easy it turns out to be," she pushed my face into her pussy again, pressing her hand on the back of my head.

"Lick, baby, don't be shy," everyone laughed like horses again.

Having already realized that I was now a cunt-licker, I stuck out my tongue and, fighting the nausea that had come on strong, shoved my tongue deep inside and started pushing it in there, pressing my fully open mouth against it. After all, I didn't know back then that you're actually supposed to lick a pussy, that there's some clitoris under some hood, and that there are labia, minor and major, that there's a urethra they pee from—I thought they peed straight from the vagina. In short, I thought that licking a pussy was just sticking your tongue in like a dick, because that's how they suck dick, imitating fucking, and I thought you had to imitate fucking when licking a pussy too.

"Stroke my ass, slut!" Lena took my head in both hands and started moving it back and forth as if I were giving her a blowjob, and I kept shoving my tongue into her.

My saliva mixed with her lubrication ran down my chin in such quantity that I felt it had already soaked through my shirt on my chest.

I looked up at her from under her pubic area and saw her looking down at me with her lustful, whorish, and haughty eyes, just saying that I was now her muff-diver and that I was licking her well and that if I was obedient, no one would find out about me and that my filthy mouth was now lowered by her pussy and many other vulgarities.

I suddenly remembered she wanted to piss and got seriously scared that she might suddenly piss in my mouth or had even already started pissing a little, since I was tired of swallowing some unclear fluid that just wouldn't stop.

"Aaaaaah," Lena moaned or even cried out softly.

"Fuuuuuuuck," she trembled all over, continuing to either shove me into her pussy or pull me away, squeezing my hair hard with her fingers and even scratching the skin underneath.

"Aaaaaah," she could barely stand on her half-bent legs.

"Awesome cunt-licker!" she concluded and, letting go of me, leaned over a little and patted me on the cheek.

"Good girl, slut!" she said this quite contentedly and smiling, and I even smiled back at her with a strained smile.

"Who's next?" She looked at Veronika, Masha, and Galya, who were now standing not around the corner but near us with satisfied faces, holding their cell phones on, either taking video or photos.

I didn't even hide my face, understanding it was already useless and probably even looked at them somewhat stupidly and even smiled a little when Lena patted me on the head like her little dog sitting at her feet.

"Don't piss, we won't hurt you! We're not like you guys! We're not bullshitters like guys! If you lick well, then no one will find out you're a cunt-licker! Got it?" Lena said, pulling her panties and jeans back on.

I looked at her and nodded understandingly. The girls happily supported her in response, and I even somehow felt calmer about this arrangement.

I wiped my mouth with my hand and looked at myself, at my shirt. I was really all wet, and it had even dripped onto my pants.

I, of course, felt the smell of pussy on my face, but it wasn't as disgusting as it seemed at first.

And I also realized that I had actually licked a pussy and hadn't even seen it.

Lowering my eyes, I saw that her completely burnt-out cigarette was lying near my feet.

For some reason, I compared myself to it then—just as used up as I was and discarded like an unwanted thing.