Winterfell. Part 2

I looked stupidly at Ira, who stood slightly taller than me, but didn't have time to answer, as I received the next question.

— Want a drink? I have a little.

— No — I said curtly.

— Are you scared or what? — Ira asked with a hint of contempt, spreading her legs apart, leaning towards me, and placing her elbows on her knees.

— No, it's not that — I protested a little.

— Mommy and daddy will scold the little boy! — Ira continued, somehow reproaching me. Sasha was sitting on the bed a little further away from me and just stayed silent.

— But I've already drunk — suddenly I argued with her.

— Good boy! What else have you done? — her voice sounded slyly. This question was a trap, I thought, and tried to

somehow end the visit and get out of there

— I have to go — I said, trying to get up from the bed.

— Where? Where do you have to go? — Ira put her hand on my shoulder and thus stopped me in a sitting position in front of her — Will you eat me out?

— What? — I asked again.

— Why are you dodging? — she grimaced — You know what I'm talking about — running her hand over her cheek, she touched my lips with her finger — Come on, fuck me quickly, you won't resist! Right? Otherwise, I'm not in the mood to mess around with you — Ira continued, moving on to light threats. I want to remind you that, firstly, she was older and bigger than me, while I at my age wasn't very physically developed and understood that even if we started to fight, my strength was no match. Honestly, at the moment when she started persuading me to eat her out, I realized that I didn't really want this in reality and that I had made a mistake by entering the den of this she-wolf with her zimogor, which, of course, frankly almost hinted that I supported him and therefore was the same.

– It will be pleasant for me — rolling her eyes upward, Ira apparently imagined me between her legs. Her legs began to spread, and her other hand also reached for me, grabbed my neck, and pulled me towards her and slightly down, right towards her between her legs — I might give you something later — Ira said, persuading me into oral sex. I put my hands forward, already leaning towards her a little under her pressure, and rested my hands on her strong thighs.

— I don't want to — I said quietly, realizing that their mother was also in the apartment.

— What the hell are you playing hard to get for, you'll like it, little boy! — Ira continued to struggle with my hands — It's tasty and sweet there! Tell him, Sash — I heard her voice and suddenly realizing that Sasha was also right there watching everything, I abruptly broke free from her embrace and tried to get up again, but she pushed me with both hands and, stumbling over the edge of the bed, I fell on my back and painfully hit the back of my head against the wall.

— Ow — Stars flew before my eyes and I immediately grabbed my head with both hands, hoping she would understand she had hurt me and back off. However, Ira lunged at me from above and pinned me down with her weight, sat on my stomach, then, spreading my arms to the sides, moved a little higher and pinned them with her legs, thus ending up sitting on my chest.

– Hold his legs! — Ira commanded, and Sasha grabbed my legs so I wouldn't kick. For me, this was comparable to betrayal. I looked up at Ira fearfully from below, practically from under her legs, her pussy, which at that moment was still in her panties, was five centimeters from my face. My nose, of course, sensed the smell of urine and sweat and some other unfamiliar smell. I was very scared and still tried to break free, I didn't want anything anymore, I regretted a hundred times already that I had started this dangerous game, succumbing to my sick fantasies. At that moment, I received a strong slap comparable to a fairly powerful blow and immediately stopped resisting. Ira appreciated this and, swinging for a second time, looking down with a terrifying gaze, hissed — Don't squirm, you bastard! Or I'll kill you right here! Understood, you fucker? — I nodded affirmatively — That's a good boy — Ira continued in a threatening voice, one of her hands was braced against the wall, and the other lowered between her legs and I understood she was moving her panties aside — Stick out your tongue, little boy, now I'll initiate you into the zimogors.

— Please don't — I tried once more to reason with Ira, but her crotch, having already approached me, pressed against me, I dodged and her pussy landed on my cheek, I felt it become wet, it was horrible, I didn't want this, in my fantasies everything was dry, clean, without smell, and there was enough air, and no one was painfully pressing on my arms and my chest, my legs were also blocked by Sasha, but they weren't pinched and there was no pain in them.

— Turn your head, you fucker — I heard Ira's voice, she lifted her pussy, freeing my previously pinned head. I was afraid to turn my head because I knew her wet and, as it seemed to me then, insanely smelly, scary, and somehow angry pussy would immediately press against my mouth. That I was already humiliated and had become another zimogor I already realized, but I didn't want it to continue and out of helplessness and in the hope that Ira would take pity on me, I genuinely started to cry, whimpered, and tears flowed from my eyes, I stopped any useless resistance at all. Ira took me by the nose with her fingers and, turning my face towards her, or rather towards her pussy, pressed it against my still closed mouth, covering both my nose and my whole face, which immediately became wet from it, there was nothing to breathe with, I squeezed my eyes shut, my ears were slightly pressed by her thighs, my arms were freed and the pain in them stopped, but I didn't use them to try to free myself somehow, but simply left them in the position they were in.

— Stick out your little tongue, little boy, stick it out, don't be shy, sunshine — I heard Ira's quiet voice — start eating me out, her pussy began to move a little, as if fucking me, and I still decided to surrender to the circumstances of the inevitable and, opening my mouth a little, stuck out my tongue not too far — Thaaaat's it — I heard Ira's victorious voice — further! Stick it out more! And start licking already — freeing my head and leaning towards me, Ira instructively taught me. Through my tears, I could only see her blurry silhouette.

I stuck out my tongue and began to lick what was presented to me, since I had never even seen a pussy before, I only felt some kind of hanging skin, in my fantasies I imagined it simply as a beautiful little slit, but here was something comparable to leathery rags from which, on top of that, some incomprehensible sticky, viscous liquid was dripping, which, getting into my mouth, seemed to penetrate my throat on its own and participated in my violation. I swallowed it forcefully, as I was afraid of choking, and continued after another swallow to open my mouth and stick out my tongue, over which this leathery, raw rag began to rub again. — Hide your fucking teeth — Ira's pussy moved from my chin to my forehead, gradually my face began to press strongly into the bed, I grabbed air with my mouth at any opportunity, which I so badly lacked, I couldn't open my eyes, they were also flooded, either with pussy juice or my tears.

Sasha was no longer holding my legs, they were also free and I spread them wide to somehow hold myself firmly in a lying position, as Ira was rubbing from side to side, I also spread my arms out to the sides. Ira continued to fuck my face silently, panting slightly. I no longer cared what she was doing to me, I had already resigned myself and was trying to help her myself so she would enjoy me sooner and tried as best I could to stick out my tongue further while hiding my teeth, which were exposed from the friction and I was afraid Ira would be hurt and she would scold me again. In short, as they say, I tried to please as best I could. In principle, nothing was required of me then, she simply rubbed her pussy against my face and controlled the situation and her pleasure herself. When she came, I was pressed even harder, or rather pressed into the bed, while she squeezed her hands very hard on my hair, which made me even cry out, but my cry was absorbed by the pussy covering me. I lay frozen, grabbing air with the corner of my mouth, which I drew into the tiny gap between her pussy and my mouth. After about a minute, she threw her head over me and plopped down on the bed, leaning her back against the wall with her legs spread wide. She turned to me and said with a smile

— That's all! Now you're my zimogor, but you still didn't eat me out, you little bastard!

Wiping my eyes, I also looked at her dumbly, I was unbearably ashamed, my head was filled with thoughts about what would happen now and how good it would be if this were just a dream.

— Give me your T-shirt, Sash — she beckoned her brother with her hand and he immediately, without delay, took off his T-shirt and handed it to Ira, who took it and with a quick movement wiped herself between her legs, throwing it near herself — Good boy, Sashek — she praised him — not like this idiot, he could have eaten me out of his own free will — she clicked her tongue — made a poor girl work herself — at this time Ira turned to me again and, smiling, said — Well, never mind, you're still young. You will! — Ira asked me again, slightly threateningly -Yes?.

— Yes — I answered and, turning over onto my stomach, burying my face in the mattress, I burst into tears.

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