Secrets of the Investigation. Part 22
They entered the 16-story high-rise, Andrey pressed the number 12 on the elevator panel, and upon reaching that floor, he and Ksyusha moved to the stairwell. Sima was in a tracksuit, sneakers, and a short sports puffer jacket. She was hatless, with the hood she had thrown back when they entered the building. Her bangs sexily covered her right, drunken eye, but the left one remained ever vigilant, not straying from Andrey, who, already on the landing, had pressed Sima's back against the wall and was looking up and down through the gap in the railings.
Making sure no one was around, Andrey approached Sima, who was waiting for him while biting her lips. He smiled
at her and, not daring to kiss her on the lips, unzipped her puffer jacket and crouched down in front of her. She followed his descent with the gaze of a lustful cat, while he, as if playing the macho, smiled back at her and licked his lips, displaying his slutty tongue, making a gesture reminiscent of cunnilingus.Without taking his eyes off her, Andrey kissed her mons pubis, still concealed beneath her sweatpants. Sima, still not looking away, simply watched silently, her head bowed over him; she didn't want to interfere, leaving the situation in his hands. She saw how he was trying, flirting, teasing, arousing, and he was succeeding.
Andrey kissed Sima between her legs, right on the spot where her vulva lay beneath the fabric, without removing her sweatpants, while kneading her firm buttocks with circular motions of his hands. Andrey deliberately didn't hurry to pull down her pants; he knew that for the full effect, the lady first needed to get properly aroused and hint herself at bolder actions.
"Are you sure you want this?" Sima asked him, and Andrey understood she was fully aroused and ready.
She simply didn't know how to hint to him to finally pull down her pants and panties and start caressing her long-moist vulva. Sima was internally still afraid of somehow offending him or even scaring him off. This was unusual for her and a first time. She had never had cunnilingus performed on her before.
"Interesting," Andrey noted to himself that Sima, always self-confident and even brazen, had suddenly become shy and hesitant; this was not characteristic of her.
This circumstance meant to Andrey that she had actually only worn such a mask as protection in this unfair world, and now, having trusted and opened up to him, the real Ksyusha was before him, who was clearly embarrassed to take the lead and somehow dominate. She really liked his preparation for this intimate service called cunnilingus, but she already wanted more and faster, yet she waited, looking down at him with a pleading gaze.
That was probably why she had refused his oral debt back then. She simply couldn't overcome her shyness, so she refused, probably hoping to receive her debt someday under different circumstances. However, she had more than once remembered him at night when she terribly lacked male attention.
And today, when she stepped out of the cafe for a smoke, she saw her debtor and felt an irresistible desire to demand her debt, though she didn't even remember his name, but the strong desire for cunnilingus pushed her to approach him first, and then let come what may.
She, of course, had her own lighter, but she didn't take it out, simply making a pretext to stop Andrey, who was passing by her, and asked for a light.
Probably, Andrey wouldn't have approached or spoken to her first either and would have walked past without even saying hello, but he was pleasantly surprised that she stopped him. He simply began to joke and flirt, trying to appear in her eyes not just a pussy licker, which she knew about from Zhaba, but a pussy licker with a capital P. And not just a pussy licker, but a pussy licker-macho!
"I really want to, Ksyush," said Andrey, smiling at her while crouching and kissing her crotch through her sweatpants again. "I dreamed of this."
His warm breath stirred her drunken mind; she understood that before her stood someone who could and might catch her and put her in prison, and now he was standing practically begging her to let him lick her pussy.
In response to his kisses and caresses, Sima's hands finally rested on his head, and her fingers gently delved into his hair. This was the hint Andrey had been waiting for.
"I want it too," she whispered. "I dreamed of it, but I was shy."
"I dreamed of it too and was shy too," Andrey spoke in unison with her, and pulling slightly downward, he exposed her mons pubis by lowering the top edge of her pants and kissed it with his lips.
He did everything very slowly and tenderly, for he had already licked her a hundred times in his fantasies and dreams. Although he had no shortage of female attention, he still dreamed of the gangster girl Ksyusha, who was as beautiful as a princess from a fairy tale and as cunning as Patrikeevna the fox from the cartoon.
"Yes, darling," she stroked his head, burying her fingers in his hair, as if allowing him to continue.
He pulled her pants down even lower, taking them by the edges along with her panties. On her mons pubis appeared the down of her sparse, dark, and curly hairs, which exuded the aroma of forbidden and hidden pleasure. The bouquet of an aroused girl mixed with the very distant scent of her genital excretions drove him crazy. Andrey buried his nose in her pubic hair, deeply inhaling the aroma, and kissed it, reaching the skin of her mons pubis with his burning breath and tender lips.
Her pants, under the efforts of his hands, descended lower and lower, and when, stretched by the elastic, they passed the curve of her buttocks, they immediately slid down to her thighs, revealing the view to the coveted pussy.
Now before Andrey was the gap of her perineum between her legs, about five centimeters wide; in the very middle, from the external, major labia of her vulva, unfolding, the folds of the internal, minor labia rolled downward. They were thin as skin but large, and when fully straightened, hung asymmetrically about three centimeters down. They were wrinkled and a pleasant dusky color to the eye, darker at the edges and somewhat lean.
These magnificent minor labia glistened from the lubrication flowing down them from the vulva of the aroused Sima. The lubrication, in a thin thread, streamed directly onto the floor of the stairwell.
Andrey, with his fingers, caught this enticing and so desired droplet. Closing and opening his fingers, he admired how her lubrication stretched and played in the light of the dim stairwell bulb. Sima was silent and watched as Andrey gazed enchantedly at her genitals, and without rushing things, continued to stroke his hair.
Then, having enjoyed the sight, he looked up at Sima from below and smeared those fingers on his lips. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. Next, pulling her pants down even further, he took a sip of this most beautiful vagina to him. The lubrication was slightly cool on the outside on her labia and warm, even hot, inside her vagina. He slowly ran his full tongue along her hanging inner lips and penetrated inside with his tongue, whereupon a tart and viscous mass immediately flowed from her womb into his mouth.
"Aah," Sima jerked.
Andrey tenderly began to suck on all her labia and, not wanting to let them out of his mouth, pierced her vagina with his tongue again, eliciting new and new moans from Sima. His face was immediately covered with Sima's incredibly flowing vaginal fluid, but Andrey only liked it, and he swallowed and swallowed each new portion of lubrication.
"Tasty?" smiled the satisfied Sima, looking at Andrey's nose, smeared and glistening with her lubrication.
He resembled a cat that had gotten to a bowl of sour cream and was greedily lapping it up.
"Very," answered Andrey, opening his mouth in her viscous lubrication, which connected his lips with numerous threads. "Spit in my mouth, Ksyush."
Sima was a little surprised, raising an eyebrow, but after a moment's thought, she leaned over and let her no less viscous saliva slowly but surely descend down to him and plunge into his slutty mouth.
"Slutty mouth" is what Sima thought.
"Want more?" she asked Andrey.
"Yes," answered Andrey and opened his mouth again for the next saliva.
Sima again slowly let saliva into his mouth. Respect for Andrey, crouching before her, evaporated with each spit.
"Want me to pee in there?" Sima asked almost inaudibly.
"I really want to, Ksyush," Andrey, not hiding his surprise, rejoiced at the unexpected offer. "I was even embarrassed to ask you about it... thank you for offering yourself."
"You're welcome," Sima smiled with a confident smile and spread her inner and outer labia apart with both hands, making her vagina resemble a butterfly with spread wings, with the body and head in place of the clitoris in the middle, which also peeked out a little, as if spying on Andrey.
Into Andrey's mouth flowed a small stream of bitter-salty liquid, foaming as it filled his mouth with a gurgling sound. As soon as his mouth was full, Andrey took the first swallow, sending the hot liquid down his throat.
"Do you like it?" she asked him.
"Yes," answered Andrey. "You're very tasty, Ksyush."
"Tasty?" she giggled. "Not salty?"
"Tasty," was all Andrey managed to say before her golden nectar again ran gurgling into his mouth.
Sima didn't take her eyes off this process; she hadn't thought it was so arousing to pee into a submissive guy's mouth. She continued to fill his vessel, emptying her own, and when she finished this process, she looked into his eyes and let out saliva again. Andrey, opening his mouth, caught it and swallowed.
"Lick my ass!" now not asking but demanding, Sima turned her back to him and stuck out her butt, leaning her forehead and hands against the wall.
Andrey's hands spread her buttocks apart. Now his gaze was opened to her wrinkled and very captivating anus, which, awaiting his caress, pulsed, trying to open. His tongue traveled from her very vagina, over her anus, and all the way up to her tailbone.
"Aah," Sima jerked again.
Andrey, tensing his tongue, aimed its tip into the very depths, just as he had once inserted it into the prostitute Angelika in the bathhouse, who had taught him this type of sex and had then ridden his face in the 69 position.
He, continuing to caress Sima's anus with his tongue, reached with his hand, took her hand, and placed her fingers on her clitoris. Sima began to masturbate, arching her back, while Andrey added to all this by inserting a finger into her vagina.
"Aaaah," Sima pressed her cheek against the wall, climaxing from their joint efforts, trying to stay on her buckling legs.
Her slender, dusky legs trembled, her buttocks played, clenching in muscles. Andrey stopped caressing her anus and pressed his cheek against her buttock, holding Sima by the hips with his hands so she wouldn't collapse.
After this, Sima told Andrey that it was super and that she came like in a fairy tale, but, unfortunately, she was waiting for her boyfriend from prison and said she was now afraid of falling in love with Andrey. In short, she asked him not to meet with her anymore. Andrey agreed with sadness but remembered Sima as the most magnificent and best thing that had happened to him in his worthless life.