How many of them have already been in the workshop, on this old sofa. There were also virgins. Well, these are mostly visitors from villages, some to study, some to work. Dima met two of these girls quite by accident; on that day they celebrated someone’s birthday in the workshop and got a little drunk. Although Dima was quite drunk, he got home strictly according to the route, and at some point he found himself with two girls behind a bus stop, they got to know each other while animatedly talking about something, and he even managed to start kissing one of them deeply. Promising to love and other related amenities. The girls laughed, but they kissed seriously with one of them,

, a short black woman. And it so happened that Dima invited her with him and she went, no matter how surprising it is. He, the drunk, always succeeds in making quick acquaintances. So this time, not even an hour had passed before they were already driving to Dima’s house. 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 did not turn on the light; the lantern from the yard was already shining brightly, so it was quite light. He took off her jacket and put it on the chair along with his own. She was left in a dark skirt, warm tights, and a sweater of an unknown color. Dima stripped down to his swimming trunks, she to dark-colored panties and the same bra. She lay down first, he lay down next to her and again pressed his lips to hers, penetrating his tongue into her hot, wet mouth. She smelled slightly of the tart and sweetish girl's sweat and milk. In between kisses, Dima found out that her name was Gulya, and her friend Zilya, they came from the same village, entered a vocational school and studied to become painters and plasterers, lived in a dorm not far from him. They are both 18 years old. Finally Dima managed to unfasten her bra and throw it to the floor. She had elastic, slightly plump breasts with large nipples, which he alternately sucked into his mouth and she shuddered every time his lips squeezed the elastic nipple. One hand had already climbed under the elastic band of her panties and was kneading her elastic, cool hemispheres of her butt. His fingers slid along the hollow of Gulya’s buttock, but as soon as he moved his hand to the front of her thighs, she removed it, not allowing her to touch her pubis, Dima again began to kiss her and knead her breasts, she was already breathing quickly and excitedly, and he finally managed to take off her panties, and covered her smoothly shaved pubis with his palm, everything between her legs was wet and hot. His finger slid along the crevice dividing her pubis and pressed slightly between the wet folds of her vagina. Gulya trembled all over and let out a quiet groan. Dima threw back the blanket and began kissing her soft tummy, going lower and lower, his lips reached the bulge of the pubis and Gulya tried to hold him back, but so weakly and reluctantly that these attempts looked more like an invitation than a refusal. He slightly parted the wet folds of her vagina with his lips and ran his tongue over the delicate smooth surface of Gulya’s intimate delights. The intoxicating aroma of her intimate hole oozing with juices, mixed with the aroma of her young body, drove Dima crazy. He decisively spread her legs wide and squeezed between them. Gulya, breathing intermittently and hotly into his ear, whispered:

-I'm afraid... I haven't had anyone yet.

-Well, what are you kid... I'll be careful, relax.

Dima pressed his lips into hers and brought the head of his penis to the entrance to the vagina.

He began to quietly press with his hips, tightly squeezing her shoulders.

-M..m..mm! She mumbled, tense. But he had already inserted the head into the threshold of her womb. I felt something elastic, but pressing harder I moved deeper.

-O.uu..m.mm.. she mumbled, but then he made another jerk and entered up to the balls, so that his pubis rested against her pubis.

Her legs trembled, she tensed again, but immediately relaxed. Dima removed his penis a little from the vagina and reinserted it all the way. Giving her the opportunity to get used to the presence of his dick between her legs. Slowly he began to steadily move his penis in the narrow hole, back and forth. Gulya stopped moaning and began to breathe rapidly in response to his energetic movements. Dima slowly prolonging the pleasure mastered her narrow vagina until it began to squelch wetly, filling with juices. Dima felt the hard shaft of his penis powerfully pushing apart the muscles of her vagina, either plunging to the base or crawling out of this wonderful, wet and narrow hole. Finally, his hips shook and he released a tight stream of thick sperm directly into her bowels. I lay there until my penis falls and slips out of Gulya’s vagina. During the night, Dima climbed on top of the girl two more times, fingering her hot and wet pussy with all his heart. In the morning, when I accompanied her to the bus stop, she complained that she had a little pain in her perineum. He gave her the address of the workshop and told her to come with her girlfriend, let’s sit, drink some wine, and relax. Four days passed, it was Saturday and Dima remembered that he invited the girls, Gulya and Zilya, to visit him in the workshop. He bought a liter of wine and went to work, since he always had spare keys to the workshop. He sat in splendid isolation, languishing with anticipation and imagining how and where I would fuck Gulya, and then perhaps Zilya, if I could persuade him to have a group sex. The long-awaited doorbell rang and he went to open it.

It was Zilya.

-Hello! Come in...where is Gulya? He asked the girl.

-Hello! Gulya couldn’t make it today, she urgently went to the village because her mother was sick.

-Eh...sorry....

Dima closed the door and they went into the workshop. Zilya looked around the room with interest.

-Do you work here?

-Yes. Here's my desk. He pointed to the workplace.

-And what’s there? She nodded towards the door of the second room.

-And here we relax, celebrate holidays and birthdays.

-Yeah! And the sofa is for the tired, Zilya smiled.

-Not only, Dima picked up, not necessarily for the tired. He helped Zila take off her jacket and she was left in a green sweater, a black skirt and flesh-colored tights tightly fitting her slender legs. He uncorked a bottle of wine, poured it into glasses, and handed one to Zila.

-Well, what? Let's get acquainted. She took the glass in her hands, they clinked glasses and Dima drank his glass, Zilya slowly drank hers. Zilya, unlike Guli, was fair-haired, with white skin and green eyes. Petite, slender as an inch, he liked her even more than Gulya. Her arrival here to the workshop, and even alone, suggested certain thoughts. He was more than sure that Gulya shared what they did with her. Apparently curiosity and hidden desire brought the girl here on this Saturday afternoon. A completely mature, but not sophisticated village fool, was clearly asking for Dima’s dick. And it would be a sin to miss such a beauty. He came closer to Zila, put his arm around her shoulders and, throwing back his head, bit into her pink lips, sweet from wine, his tongue quickly dived into her mouth and he touched her gums, her tongue, and felt her clean breath. His hand walked along the girl’s back, lay on the convex hemispheres of her buttocks, and squeezed them.

-M..m..m... Zilya mumbled, but made no attempts to break free or protest.

-Undress...he whispered hotly in her ear, and moved away from her. Zilya looked thoughtfully at Dima, stood there for a minute, and then decisively took off her sweater, leaving her in a pink slip. The sweater was followed by a skirt, and he saw that under the slip she was also wearing blue leggings, panties with sleeves, as they called them, over tights. She decisively got rid of her slip, took off her leggings and tights and remained in a white bra and white knitted panties. Zilya cast a questioning glance at Dima, but correctly assessing his silence, she got rid of her panties and bra.

Zilya stood in front of him, completely naked. Dima for a moment admired

the thin lines of her back, the luxurious hemispheres of

buttocks and the elegance of her calves. Their eyes

met. Zili's eyes sparkled, the girl slowly turned to him, bashfully covering her nakedness with her hands. Dima gently took her hand away and bent over her breast, kissing and running his tongue around the nipple. The girl shuddered, but put her hand on the back of his head, gently stroking his hair. Dima knelt down, kissing the girl’s belly and, reaching the pubis, pressed his cheek against the fluffy mound of her vagina, and then rubbed his lips a little against it. The hairs were soft and a little damp... Holding the girl by the

buttocks, he felt the wonderful aroma of desire coming from the depths of Zili’s vagina. A slightly tart and warm smell of a virgin pussy. Rising quickly, he easily picked her up in his arms and carried her to the sofa.

Having carefully laid Zilya on the sofa, he bent over her and, no longer holding back his passion, began to kiss the naked young body.

Which the girl herself substituted,

closing her eyes. He kissed the thighs, knees, legs, going down to the very feet and gently kissing the cool soles and toes. Zilya moaned softly and breathed frequently from his caresses. Dima did not want to rush, he wanted to prepare the girl for the first penetration, dispel her fear and excitement, and ignite passion in her. He lay down next to her, drowning her in his arms, and their lips moved towards each other again.

Kissing, he ran his fingers through the girl’s long

hair, stroking with his palms a young face with white skin, green lakes of eyes and scarlet lips. Sliding his lips over the alabaster skin, he rushed down: neck, collarbones, breasts, stomach, and having reached his destination, he again rubbed his lips against the delicate fluff on his pubic area, after which he raised his head and looked at Zilya. The girl looked at him, propped up on her elbows and biting her

lip, her gaze expressed excitement and

uncertainty. Still looking into her face with a gentle gaze, Dima pressed his hands a little on the inner slopes of her thighs, and the girl gave in 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 to the side. Dima's face was a couple of centimeters from

an open female pussy (albeit still a girl's). He felt the heat emanating from

her, the sweetish smell of seaweed, he could touch the rare hairs growing along the edges. He kissed small elastic breasts with small berries of quivering nipples. He again caressed the girl’s vagina with his tongue, touching the clitoris, then the lips, and she fidgeted under him with passion, becoming more and more inflamed. From caresses and desire, the young petals and the bud itself became very wet. This is exactly what he wanted.

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 black hairs

eyelashes fluttered, and breathing and soft moans escaped from her parted lips

Turning, he positioned himself over Zilya, thrusting his legs between her thighs, and touched the head of his hardened penis to his slippery hot lips. Having pressed a little, Dima plunged into it until he hit the barrier. The girl shuddered and froze. He put his palms under the buttocks, slightly raising the pelvis and pressed a little harder, and Zilya leaned towards him. The barrier could not withstand the onslaught of his penis, and he slowly sank into her vagina, which accepted him, dousing him with heat and a tight embrace of the muscles.

Zilya groaned at this, her hands grabbed the sheet, but the pain quickly passed, replaced by growing excitement from Dima’s movements. Zilya leaned towards him when he plunged into her, and as if she did not want to let go of herself when he moved in the opposite direction. Her thin fingers either scratched his back, then gently stroked the old scar on his shoulder blade, or

plunged into his short hair. Their bodies merged into a single organism, moving in a synchronized dance. Dima caught the moment when an orgasm hit her: she somehow trembled all

, shuddering convulsively and

relaxed and went limp, leaning back on the damp pillow. Perspiration appeared on her forehead, and her thin brown hair stuck to her wet skin in intricate spirals. Zilya

wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her tightly against her fragile young body.

-Were you hurt? There... he asked.

-No, not really... it’s just unusual, the presence of someone else, thick, hard, but warm. Dima kissed her warm lips, neck, tits, tummy, overworked, reddened vaginal lips; small streaks of blood were visible on the inside of her thighs. Zili's pussy smelled of sperm, blood and something else sickly sweet. His member began to stir excitedly. Dima put one hand under the girl’s ass, began to knead the elastic hemispheres, felt the sphincter ring and pressed with the tip of his finger. Zilya twitched.

-Ay... what are you doing?

-Quiet kitten, don’t worry... he continued to massage the girl’s anus ring, gradually plunging his finger deeper into the tight hole.

-You, do you want to go there?

-Damn!

-Yes, kitten, I want you there, in the ass! He whispered hotly in her ear.

-Okay, just be careful...

-To be honest, I want to try it myself... And Zilya turned sideways to him and pressed her butt against his groin. Dima’s penis slid along the crevice separating the girl’s ass and entered the wet vagina, he moved the penis several times in the hot and wet hole, took out the penis, slippery from pussy discharge, and directed the head into the anus ring. Zilya involuntarily tensed, but then relaxed and he was able to press the head of his penis into the tight hole of her ass.

-Oh-oh, Zilya exhaled strainedly, but Dima, tightly squeezing her by the hips, continued to insert the shaft of his penis into her rectum. With difficulty, he entered completely, froze, giving Zila the opportunity to get used to the presence of his penis in her ass.

Then he began to steadily move his penis back and forth, enjoying the tight walls of his butt that squeezed his penis. Soon Zili's ass expanded and the penis was already sliding freely inside her. Dima sped up and finally, with a shudder, splashed out another portion of his sperm into Zili’s rectum. He waited until the penis went limp and slid out of her body with a smack and went to the toilet to wash off traces of the girl’s butt discharge. Zilya turned out to be a good student and quickly learned everything, both blowjob and anal, and moved her hips just right. Dima finally got tired of working on her holes, but they parted quite amicably, with an advance for future meetings without any special obligations.

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