An Apartment for a Provincial Girl. Chapter 1. "The Taste of Cherries"

I was lucky to study at the philology department, really! Out of the entire course of 36 people, there were only four guys. One was a nerd, another was a drunkard, and the third was mainly interested in computers. All in all, it wasn't life, it was paradise. First, I courted my own classmates, and even got what I wanted from some of them. Then I switched to the older course. After that—to the younger course. And there were also evening students... Beautiful.

Well, in my third year, Tanyukha, who was a year younger, snagged me. So I had to quit the sluts, though I didn't deny myself short flings with students from other faculties now and then. But that wasn't often. Especially at first.

When

our romance began, Tanka was 19 years old. She was from the provinces and rented an apartment in our city. Or rather, her mother rented it, to be completely accurate. Her mother wasn't without her former attractiveness, and her daughter—well, she was a real beauty. Anyway, first date, second date, then she invited me over for tea. Tea was drunk, conversations were had, I kissed her and, without any complexes at all, immediately pulled up her blouse. She was so shocked by such speed that she lost her speech! And when she regained it, she was already feeling good—I had exposed her small breasts with medium-sized nipples and was kneading them with my fingers.

"Mi... Mi... Mish... Misha... What are you..." was all she whispered.

"Do you like it?" I asked her cheerfully. "And look, what else I can do."

With these words, I squeezed her nipples hard. She opened her mouth, widened her eyes, and took a deep breath. I, removing my hands, started kissing those nipples, lightly biting and sucking them. Tanya closed her eyes and started breathing rapidly.

But when I put my hand on the fly of her jeans, she squeezed my palm.

"Misha, let's not rush!" she whispered.

Not rush then not rush, and we just kissed, and I licked her tits for probably a solid hour. And when we finished, she said she was still a virgin and was terribly afraid of the first time because she'd heard it was very painful.

For the next few weeks, I stormed that fortress. Soon I managed to persuade her to undress completely on my honest word that I wouldn't try to fuck her. A little shyly, she pulled off her jeans and black panties and stood at attention in front of me. She had a rather beautiful body, rounded hips, a hairy pussy. I asked her to turn around. Her ass was also not bad, though with pimples.

"I'll undress too," I said.

"Mish, you promised..."

"I remember, and I'll keep my promise."

I took off my sweater, jeans, pulled down my underwear. My dick immediately stood up at the sight of the 19-year-old beauty. Nature hadn't shortchanged me in size, and seeing my cock, Tanya widened her eyes again.

"Uh... Misha, it will never fit inside me."

"It will, it will, Tanya, don't doubt it."

I almost said "it fit everywhere, you're not the first," but caught myself. Why should she know it had already been in more than one hole? So I continued.

"Everything will go smoothly, and that will be later. Don't be afraid. Touch it."

She hesitantly touched the dick with her hand.

"How hot it is."

"Want to play with it?"

"Another time."

Three days later, I undressed her again, undressed myself, and lay down on the bed again. Although Tanya lay down next to me, she started her old song about being afraid. I started kissing her on the lips, shoulders, chest, stomach, gradually going lower and lower. She clearly tensed up. I played with her labia with my tongue.

"What do you feel?"

"I don't know."

Then I touched her clitoris with my tongue, and she gasped.

"What?"

"Pleasant."

I started thoroughly licking her clitoris. Tanya started breathing rapidly. I took her breasts in my hands and started kneading her nipples. Surprisingly, almost instantly, her labia parted, and her pussy started getting wet. And still, this time we limited ourselves to games, not moving to the main event. And we played such games for a long time.

But one day I came to her with two bottles of champagne and a bag of cherries.

"What are we celebrating?" she asked in surprise.

"If there's something to drink, a reason will be found," I answered evasively. We clinked glasses, drank, then repeated. Basically, I poured more for her than I drank myself. An hour later, Tanya was cheerful and a bit slurred. I picked her up and put her on the bed.

"Mish, did you get me drunk on purpose to make me more accessible?" she asked playfully.

Without saying a word, I pulled up her dress, pulled down her panties, and kissed her pussy. She sighed.

"Misha, maybe we shouldn't?"

"You talk too much, and I decided to occupy your mouth," I said. She looked at me in bewilderment. I unbuttoned and pulled down my pants, took off my underwear. My dick, as always, was ready, and before she could figure anything out, I put it in her mouth.

"Mmm," she moaned.

"Yes, I agree, you need to suck," I said. "Go ahead."

She took the dick with her hand, pulled it out, and said:

"I don't know how. I've never done this."

"Here's a reason to learn," I replied and put my cock back in her mouth.

Tanya started sucking, as far as she understood the process. Yes, there was no skill, but everything has a first time. While she was sucking, I slowly took off my shirt.

"Undress too. Completely," I suggested, and she obeyed. Soon we were completely naked, hugging and kissing.

"Sit on top of me, on my face," I suggested.

Tanya understood, and first sat down, then leaned over and started sucking my dick again. She became bolder, licking it, smacking her lips, and taking it into her mouth. I licked her clitoris, not going deep into her pussy—I understood that even with my tongue I could hurt her. She started getting wet again—I noticed she got aroused even from kisses.

"Well, how is it?"

"Good. Need to drink more."

"Excellent idea."

We drank champagne, she lay on the bed on her back, and an interesting thought came to my mind. Taking a cherry from the plate, I started running it over her nipples—first one, then the other. This terribly aroused her—she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and started breathing rapidly. I put that cherry in her mouth, took another, ran it over her stomach, went down to her pussy, and started running it over her labia and clitoris. I played with her like that for several minutes, then put the berry in the girl's mouth again. She looked at me in amazement but said nothing.

"How does it taste?"

"Are you talking about the taste of the cherry, or my pussy?"

"Both."

"The cherry is tasty."

"And the little pussy?"

"The cherry is tasty," she repeated.

I played with her with the berries for about twenty minutes until she completely relaxed. Now I understood—she herself wanted to be fucked. But I still wasn't in a hurry. Continuing to stroke her nipples with the cherry, I moved down the bed and started giving her cunnilingus. My tongue slid quickly and strongly over her clitoris, and she started moaning, and this moan was like a cry of happiness. I licked her clitoris harder and harder. Rising for a second, I shoved the berries into her mouth, kissed her lips heartily, and returned to her pussy. But now with my hands I pinched her sensitive breasts.

She twitched, and I intensified the caress of her clitoris as much as I could. She let out a thin cry and arched.

"What... what was that?" she asked breathlessly.

"An orgasm, darling," I replied. "Did you like it?"

"Oh, yes... I didn't know it could happen without a dick inside."

"Now, now..."

"Now? Misha, will it fit? Misha!"

I grabbed her legs, lifted them, and lay on top. She wrapped her arms around me. I found her pussy with my hands and inserted my dick. It didn't want to go in, no matter how I tried. Tanya started shaking, then screamed.

"Don't, please, don't! It hurts! It hurts!"

And tears sprayed from her eyes. She tried to push me away, but I pressed down on her with my whole body, squeezed her hands with one of my hands, and pressed my lips to her mouth. At the same time, I started moving my dick back and forth, she screamed even louder. Nevertheless, the dick started pushing through, and after a few seconds, I managed to insert it completely. The girl let out a short cry and fell silent. Then started breathing heavily again.

"So... Good... Yes... Yes... Pleasant... Yes, darling, yes... Come on..."

I took her by the ass and continued the movements. Apparently, from the pain, she hadn't completely relaxed yet, because it took me about twenty minutes to bring her to a second orgasm. But I did bring her, though I mentally distracted myself—I was so ready to shoot myself. And when she came, I finally allowed myself to relax. Five seconds, and pulling out the bloodied dick, I released my fluid onto her stomach.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Sperm."

"What, you fucked me without a condom?"

"Yeah."

"Are you crazy? What if I get pregnant?"

"You won't. I didn't come inside you."

"Misha, damn, are you an idiot? How many cases like that? What if I do get pregnant?"

"Then I'll marry you."

For some reason, this immediately calmed her down, and she hugged me, kissed me, then ran to the bathroom to clean up. And when she returned, we lay on the bed for a long time, finishing the champagne and eating cherries. I really wanted to run the cold berries over her nipples again because I realized—she got aroused quickly and strongly from that. And yet I understood—I had to let her rest after the first time. So I left that entertainment for later. And in the future, I often played with her erogenous zones—with cherries, apples, grapes. And even with a banana—which I naturally fucked her with, after which we peeled and ate that banana, with dirty jokes.