Licked 2 little pussies. part 2

As I promised, I'm writing you the continuation of the story about how I licked Natasha and Oksana, but it wouldn't be quite right if I immediately jumped to my other forced lickings of their vaginas and not just theirs, in what places and under what circumstances, without finishing the story of that very day when I was, so to speak, promoted to the rank of cunt-licker.

So, when I came out of the bathroom and knelt before Natasha and Oksana, I, as I said, shed a few tears, which of course didn't evoke pity but rather impudent smirks from them. At their demand, I started talking to their cunts, asking them to allow me to kiss and lick them, and I also had to confess

my love to them. But let's take it step by step, without jumping ahead.

Oksana was sitting back in her chair, sipping her tea, and called me a girl! Because I was crying while kneeling before them. Closer to me sat Natasha, who stood up for me in front of Oksana:

— Come on, Oksana, don't insult our little cunt-licker, he already gets it. Right? – Natasha addressed me.

— Yes, I replied, calming down a bit and wiping my tears with my palm – I understood I looked pathetic with tears (well, how much lower can you go). I'm a cunt-licker! And of course I understood what that meant, but I didn't know how to behave in such situations.

— Talk to my pussy – Natasha said smiling, spreading her legs wide.

I looked at her with a stupid, questioning gaze.

— Ask my pussy so that its owner doesn't tell anyone about you, to keep her mouth shut, so to speak.

Then she laughed and added:

— I'll keep my mouth shut if you don't keep yours shut – ha ha, I think I might piss myself laughing.

— Well? Am I going to wait long? I mean, not me – Natasha asked, frowning. I started babbling, looking between Natasha's legs:

— Can I ask you so that your owner doesn't spill the beans about me.

To this, Natasha told me:

— Take my panties off, you idiot! She can't hear you.

After her words, I reached my hands towards her, and she, lifting her butt a bit, helped me take her panties off. After taking them off, I put them aside. But I immediately got a remark from Oksana:

— And a kiss? Go on, kiss the goddess's panties. — I took them and kissed them.

— Do you like them? Natasha asked.

— Yes! I replied.

— Well then, put them aside now and start the show already – and after these words, they laughed again.

I moved a little closer to Natasha's pussy and, looking at it, started talking:

— You are so beautiful, I love you, talk to your owner about me, let her not tell anyone about me.

— Good boy – I heard Natasha's approving tone – but do you talk to someone you love without kisses? – at this time, her hand rested on the back of my head again.

— I love you, my little pussy – I said and wanted to kiss it when I got a hard smack.

— What pussy, you idiot? It's your kitty! I can call it a pussy, but only when I want to. Understood? And you are just a cunt-licker because you licked Oksana's pussy.

— Hey – Oksana perked up – are you crazy? Come here, cunt-licker!

I twitched a little, about to turn to Oksana and follow her order, when I was insistently stopped by Natasha's hand:

— Where do you think you're going, idiot? Your conversation here isn't over yet.

Ha ha ha, Oksana laughed – this is hilarious! Okay, I won't interfere!

— Well! — Natasha nudged me towards her pussy.

Then I noticed how her pussy had moistened and mucus appeared between her labia. I continued:

— I love you, beautiful, and I kissed her directly on her lips with my lips, making my lips wet. I looked at Natasha and, smiling at her, licked my lips.

— Oh, you little slut – Natasha said, stroking my head with her hand – do you really love it?

Yes – I replied, realizing that only this way would I stop getting smacked and my chances would increase if I became for them what they saw in me, that is, a cunt-licker but a fucking awesome cunt-licker. With these thoughts, I answered her YES. I smiled at her again and started stroking her legs, then kissed her kitty again, but this time running my tongue from bottom to top, licking everything in its path, and looking at her again, I swallowed.

— You really are fucking awesome, Natasha! I like your taste! I want to make you feel good! I want to right now – I said, looking into her eyes (I felt like I was talking like a slut, but it only turned me on even more).

— Well, let's go, honey – Natasha cooed, got up from the chair, and holding my hand, swaying her little butt, went to the room.

— Holy shit (this was Oksana's astonished exclamation)

In the room, Natasha lay down, spreading her legs, and looked at me almost like lovers look at each other. I settled between her legs and started gently kissing the inner part of her thighs, not touching her pussy, barely brushing it with my nose when moving from one leg to the other, but occasionally licking, or rather, wiping away the moisture.

— Fucking awesome, fucking awesome – was all I heard from Natasha's mouth.

I wasn't in a hurry and decided to enjoy her kitty too and continued to play with it, as it were. She kind of offered her vagina to my lips, and I dodged a bit, doing it playfully.

— Do you really like it? — Natasha looked straight into my eyes.

— Yesss! I purred and started licking her pussy lustily from bottom to top, with my tongue slightly delving inside.

She came quickly and violently, not like the first time. I came too! I came again. She lay there breathing heavily and stroking my head.

— Fucking awesome, you're great! Everything will be fine, don't worry.

Thank you, princess – somehow unexpectedly for myself, I called Natasha.

— Now show me your dick – Natasha suddenly said.

— I can't, Natasha, I have... there – I got embarrassed.

— What's there? – Natasha smiled.

— I came, Natasha.

— What? What? Really? Do you like me that much? Yes?

— Yes! I said.

— Cool – she smiled at me – I'll go run the bath, you little slut of mine.

After lying there a bit longer, she went to the bathroom, and I stayed in the room. I waited for Oksana to come in now, but she wasn't there and didn't come. I still went out to the kitchen, where Oksana was sitting.

— Well, cunt-licker, had your fill? Is your tongue tired? Oksana asked me.

— To be honest, yes – I replied, while as if flirting, I sat down near her legs – shall we go? – I asked her, kissing her on the knee.

— Didn't you even rinse your mouth? Remember, cunt-licker, don't come to me after Natasha! Understood? And don't you dare run to her after me! I'll talk to her about that. Understood?

— Yes!

On that note, I'll end it this time. I really did fall in love with pussy back then. I came to love this thing somehow.