Gulya and Zilya
How many of them had already been in the workshop, on that old little sofa. There had been virgins too. Well, those were mostly girls from the villages who had come to the city, some for studies, some for work. Dima had met two such girls completely by chance; that day in the workshop they were celebrating someone's birthday and had gotten a bit drunk. Although Dima was quite drunk, he was making his way home strictly along his route, and at some point he found himself with two girls behind the bus stop shelter. Chatting animatedly about something, they got acquainted, and he even managed to start kissing one of them passionately, promising love and other pleasant things. The girls were laughing, but with one of them,
a short, dark-haired one, they were kissing seriously. And so it happened that Dima invited her to come with him, and she went, surprisingly enough. He, when drunk, always managed quick acquaintances. And so it was this time; not even an hour had passed before they were already on their way to Dima's place. It was late, his mother and stepfather were already asleep, so he quietly opened the front door, closed it just as quietly, and they went into his room. Dima didn't turn on the light; the streetlamp from the yard shone brightly anyway, so it was quite light. He took off her jacket and, together with his own, folded it onto a chair. She remained in a dark skirt, warm tights, and a sweater of an indeterminate color. Dima undressed down to his briefs, she down to her dark-colored panties and a matching bra. She lay down first, he lay down next to her and again pressed his lips to hers, his tongue penetrating her hot, moist little mouth. She smelled faintly of a tart, sweetish girlish sweat and milk. In between kisses, Dima found out that her name was Gulya, and her friend's name was Zilya; they had come from the same village, enrolled in a vocational school, were studying to be painters-plasterers, and lived in a dormitory not far from him. They were both 18 years old. Finally, Dima managed to unclasp her bra and toss it onto the floor. She had firm, slightly plump breasts with large nipples, which he alternately sucked into his mouth, and she shuddered each time his lips squeezed the firm little nipple. One hand had already slipped under the elastic of her panties and was kneading the firm, cool hemispheres of her buttocks. His fingers slid along the groove dividing Gulya's buttocks, but as soon as he moved his hand to the front of her thighs, she would remove it, not letting him touch her pubic mound. Dima would start kissing her and kneading her breasts again; she was already breathing rapidly and excitedly, and he finally managed to take off her panties and covered her smoothly shaved pubic mound with his palm; everything between her legs was wet and hot. His finger slid along the cleft dividing her pubic mound and pressed slightly between the moist folds of her vagina. Gulya trembled all over and let out a quiet moan. Dima, throwing off the blanket, began kissing her soft belly, going lower and lower; his lips reached the convexity of her pubic mound, and Gulya tried to stop him, but so weakly and reluctantly that these attempts looked more like an invitation than a refusal. He slightly parted the moist folds of her vagina with his lips and ran his tongue over the tender smoothness of Gulya's intimate charms. The intoxicating aroma of her intimate hole, oozing juices, mixed with the scent of her young body, drove Dima crazy. He resolutely spread her legs wide and wedged himself between them. Gulya, breathing intermittently and hotly into his ear, whispered:"I'm scared... I haven't had anyone... yet."
"Come on, baby... I'll be careful, relax."
Dima pressed his lips to hers and guided the head of his penis to the entrance of her vagina.
He began to press gently with his hips, firmly gripping her shoulders.
"Mh... mh... mmh!" she moaned, tensing up. But he had already inserted the head into the vestibule of her womb. He felt something firm, but pressing harder, he went deeper.
"Oh... ooh... mh... mmh..." she moaned, but then he made another thrust and went in all the way to his balls, so that his pubic bone pressed against hers.
Her legs trembled, she tensed up again, but then immediately relaxed. Dima withdrew his penis slightly from her vagina and inserted it all the way again, giving her a chance to get used to the presence of his penis between her legs. He slowly began to move his penis rhythmically in the narrow little hole, in and out. Gulya stopped moaning and began breathing rapidly in response to his energetic movements. Dima, leisurely prolonging the pleasure, explored her narrow vagina until it began to make wet, squelching sounds, filling with juices. Dima felt the hard shaft of his penis powerfully parting the muscles of her vagina, now plunging to the base, now sliding out of that wonderful, wet, and narrow little hole. Finally, his hips shuddered, and he shot a tight stream of thick semen right into her depths. He lay there until his penis softened and slipped out of Gulya's vagina on its own. During the night, Dima climbed on top of the girl two more times, heartily screwing her hot, wet little pussy. In the morning, when he was seeing her off to the bus stop, she complained that it hurt a little in her perineum. He gave her the address of the workshop and told her to come with her friend, they'd sit, have some wine, relax. About four days passed; it was Saturday, and Dima remembered that he had invited the girls, Gulya and Zilya, to visit him at the workshop. He bought a liter of wine and went to work, fortunately he always had spare keys to the workshop. He sat in proud solitude, tormented by anticipation, imagining how and where he would fuck Gulya, and then possibly Zilya too, if he could talk her into a threesome. The long-awaited doorbell rang, and he went to open it.
It was Zilya.
"Hi! Come in... where's Gulya?" he asked the girl.
"Hi! Gulya couldn't make it today; she had to go to the village urgently, her mom got sick."
"Oh... that's a shame..."
Dima closed the door, and they went into the workshop. Zilya looked around the room with interest.
"Do you work here?"
"Yes. That's my desk," he pointed to the workstation.
"And what's in there?" she nodded towards the door of the second room.
"That's where we relax, celebrate holidays and birthdays."
"Ah! And the sofa is for the tired ones," Zilya smiled.
"Not only," Dima picked up, "not necessarily for the tired ones." He helped Zilya take off her jacket, and she remained in a green sweater, a black skirt, and flesh-colored tights tightly hugging her slender legs. He uncorked the bottle of wine, poured it into glasses, and handed one to Zilya.
"Well then? To our acquaintance." She took the glass in her hands, they clinked glasses, and Dima drank his glass; Zilya slowly drank hers. Zilya, unlike Gulya, was fair-haired, with fair skin and green eyes. Petite, slender like Thumbelina, he liked her even more than Gulya. Her coming here to the workshop, and alone at that, suggested certain thoughts. He was more than sure that Gulya had shared what they had done together. Apparently, curiosity and hidden desire had brought the girl here on this Saturday. A fully mature but inexperienced village simpleton was clearly asking for Dima's cock. And it would be a sin to miss such a beauty. He moved closer to Zilya, put his arm around her shoulders, and tilting her head back, pressed his lips to her pink lips, sweet from the wine; his tongue swiftly dived into her little mouth, and he touched her gums, her tongue, felt her clean breath. His hand ran over the girl's back, rested on the convex hemispheres of her buttocks, squeezed them.
"Mh... mh... mh..." Zilya moaned, but made no attempts to break free or protest.
"Get undressed..." he whispered hotly into her ear and stepped back from her. Zilya looked thoughtfully at Dima, stood like that for a minute, and then resolutely took off her sweater, remaining in a pink slip; the skirt followed the sweater, and he saw that under the slip, over her tights, she was also wearing blue long johns, "pants with sleeves," as they were called. She resolutely got rid of the slip, took off the long johns and tights, and remained in a white bra and white knit panties. Zilya threw a questioning glance at Dima, but correctly interpreting his silence, she got rid of the panties and bra.
Zilya stood before him, completely naked. Dima for a moment admired
the delicate lines of her back, the luxurious hemispheres
of her buttocks, and the elegance of her calves. Their gazes
met. Zilya's eyes shone; the girl slowly turned towards him, shyly covering her nakedness with her hands. Dima gently moved her hand aside and bent over her breast, kissing and running his tongue around the nipple. The girl shuddered but placed her palm on the back of his head, tenderly
stroking his hair. Dima knelt down, kissing the girl's stomach, and reaching her pubic mound, pressed his cheek against the fluffy mound of her vagina, then rubbed his lips against it a little. The hairs were soft and slightly damp... Holding the girl by
her buttocks, he sensed the wonderful aroma of desire emanating from the depths of Zilya's vagina. A slightly tart and warm smell of a virgin pussy. Quickly rising, he easily scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the sofa.
Carefully laying Zilya on the sofa, he leaned over her and, no longer restraining his passion, began kissing her exposed young body.
Which the girl herself offered up,
closing her eyes. He kissed her thighs, knees, legs, descending all the way to her feet and tenderly kissing the cool soles and toes. Zilya moaned softly and breathed rapidly from his caresses. Dima didn't want to rush; he wanted to prepare the girl for the first penetration, dispel her fear and anxiety, ignite passion in her. He lay down next to her, enveloping her in his embrace, and their lips again moved towards each other.
Kissing, he ran his fingers through the girl's long
hair, stroked her young face with its fair skin, green lakes of eyes, and scarlet lips with his palms. Sliding his lips over her alabaster skin, he headed downwards: neck, collarbones, little breasts, stomach, and reaching his destination, again rubbed his lips against the delicate down on her pubic mound, then raised his head and looked at Zilya. The girl was looking at him, propped up on her elbows and biting
her lip; her gaze expressed anxiety and
uncertainty. Still looking into her face with a tender gaze, Dima pressed his hands slightly on the inner slopes of her thighs, and the girl yielded to him, throwing her head back on the pillow and spreading her legs wide. Instinctively, Zilya covered her vagina with her narrow palms, and his lips began to cover her thin, trembling fingers with kisses until the girl moved her hands aside. Dima's face was a couple of centimeters from
the open female pussy (though still a maidenly one). He felt the heat emanating from
it, the sweetish smell of seaweed, could touch the sparse hairs growing along the edges. He kissed the small, firm breasts with little berries of trembling nipples. Again, he caressed the maidenly vagina with his tongue, touching now the clitoris, now the little lips, and she squirmed beneath him with passion, getting more and more aroused. From the caresses and desire, the young petals and the bud itself became very wet. That's exactly what he had been aiming for.
Continuing to caress the girl's pussy with his fingers, he rose up and lay down next to her on the pillow. Her eyes were closed, the dark little fibers
of her eyelashes trembled, and from her slightly parted lips
came her breath and soft moans.
Turning, he positioned himself over Zilya, slipping his legs between her thighs, and touched the slippery, hot lips with the head of his hardened penis. Pressing slightly, Dima sank into her until he hit the barrier. The girl shuddered and froze. He slipped his palms under her buttocks, slightly lifting her pelvis, and pressed a little harder, and Zilya yielded to him. The barrier couldn't withstand the onslaught of his penis, and he slowly sank into her vagina, which accepted him, enveloping him in heat and the tight embrace of its muscles.
Zilya let out an "Oh!" at this, her little hands gripped the sheet, but the pain quickly passed, replaced by growing excitement from Dima's movements. Zilya yielded to him when he plunged into her and seemed not to want to let him out when he moved in the opposite direction. Her thin fingers now scratched his back, now tenderly stroked an old scar on his shoulder blade, now
plunged into his short hair. Their bodies merged into a single organism, moving in a synchronous dance. Dima caught the moment when an orgasm washed over her: she seemed to
tremble all over, convulsively shuddering and
relaxing, went limp, falling back onto the damp pillow. Perspiration appeared on her forehead, and her thin, fair hair stuck to her damp skin in intricate little spirals. Zilya
wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her fragile young body tightly against him.
"Did it hurt? There..." he asked.
"No, not really... just unfamiliar, the presence of something foreign, thick, hard, but warm." Dima kissed her warm lips, neck, little tits, belly, the overworked, reddened little lips of her vagina; on the inside of her thighs, small streaks of blood were visible. Zilya's pussy smelled of semen, blood, and something else cloyingly sweet. His penis stirred, getting aroused. Dima slipped one hand under the girl's bottom, began kneading the firm hemispheres, found the ring of her sphincter, and pressed with the tip of his finger. Zilya jerked.
"Ow... what are you doing?"
"Quiet, kitten, don't worry..." he continued massaging the ring of the girl's anus, gradually sinking his finger deeper into the tight little hole.
"You, you want to go there?"
"Damn!"
"Yes, kitten, I want you there, in the ass!" he whispered hotly into her ear.
"Okay, but you be careful..."
"To be honest, I kind of want to try it myself..." And Zilya, turning on her side towards him, pressed her butt against his groin. Dima's penis slid along the cleft dividing the girl's buttocks and entered her wet vagina; he moved his penis a few times in the hot, wet little hole, pulled out the penis slippery from the pussy's secretions, and directed the head towards the ring of her anus. Zilya involuntarily tensed up, but then relaxed, and he was able to press the head of his penis into the tight little hole of her butt.
"Oh-oooh," Zilya exhaled with effort, but Dima, firmly gripping her hips, continued to insert the shaft of his penis into her rectum. With difficulty, he went in completely, froze, giving Zilya a chance to get used to the presence of his penis in her ass.
Then he began to move his penis rhythmically in and out, enjoying the tight walls of her butt that squeezed his penis. Soon, Zilya's ass widened, and the penis now slid freely inside her. Dima sped up and finally, shuddering, shot another portion of his semen into Zilya's rectum. He waited until his penis softened and, with a smacking sound, slipped out of her body, then went to the toilet to wash off the traces of the girl's ass secretions. Zilya turned out to be a good student and quickly learned everything—blowjobs, anal, and how to move her hips properly. Dima was completely worn out from working her holes, but they parted quite amicably, with an advance on future