Ksyushenka

Friday. Tomorrow, there's no need to rush anywhere, and I can hang out until Monday. That's basically what I do. This Friday was no exception. Kristina and I had been planning all week to go to my parents' dacha for two days, and now, when Kristina's parents let her go, warning me that if anything happened to her, I'd regret it. But a few hours before departure, Kristina said her friend from the neighborhood—Ksyusha—would be coming along. I happily accepted the news, and so, with our things packed, we set off. We arrived.

We prepared lunch. We grilled shashlik, got out the drinks. We started chatting. Kristina asked Ksyusha to fetch her mobile phone from the room. When

she left, Kristina came over to me and stunned me with a request.

— Do you like virgins?

— I do. Why?

— What do you think of Ksyusha?

— She's cute.

— Could you sleep with her? You see, she's already 18, but she's still a virgin.

I didn't know what to say. Of course, I wouldn't mind sleeping with Ksyusha, but if she weren't a virgin.

I don't know what I was thinking, but I agreed. We got Ksyusha properly drunk and got down to business. I carried the completely drunk girl into my parents' room, laid her on the bed, and started kissing her pink lips. She smiled, pressed against me, then suddenly pushed me away and said she'd never had a man and didn't want to. I couldn't ignore it. Ksyusha started resisting and screaming.

At that moment, Kristina entered the room. She started holding Ksyusha so she wouldn't struggle. Tears appeared on Ksyusha's face. She started crying and saying she was scared. Kristina pulled off her top and bra; I—her shoes, jeans, and panties.

The little girl got really scared and started trembling. Kristina wiped the tears from her face and began kissing her friend. I, meanwhile, started caressing two small bumps. Gradually, her still undeveloped breasts began to fill with juice, her nipples hardened. After playing with her breasts, I moved lower, to the most precious thing a girl has, her virginity. The little hole was still dry. Not good. The little clitoral pearl was also small. A few tangential movements, and the hole became a bit wet. Meanwhile, Kristina was fully caressing Ksyusha's breasts and kissing her lips.

Ksyusha couldn't hold back and started to feel pleasure. Her cheeks turned pink, she wasn't crying anymore; instead, she started biting her lips and arching her back.

Her juices began to wet the sheet. So, it was time. I positioned myself between her plump legs and asked Kristina to temporarily stop tormenting her friend.

She sat on a chair and started masturbating. Meanwhile, I whispered all sorts of compliments into Ksyusha's ear, started calling her Ksyushenka, my love. She completely softened.

And so, I placed the head at her hole and slowly began to enter her. Ksyusha tensed up. Kristina immediately joined in. Kisses and breast caresses did their job. Ksyusha relaxed. Reaching her virginity, I pressed slightly, the thin hymen tore easily. Ksyusha moaned and started jerking her legs. Kristina let her go, and she started crying again. But then she calmed down.

I moved slowly so as not to tear the narrow hole. Over time, Ksyushenka got used to the cock and started moaning softly. Everything seemed fine, but I really wanted her to cum. (Specially for .org — ) While fucking the narrow slit, I started caressing her between her legs. And then, what I was striving for, she moaned, tears flowed again from her brown eyes, and she came.

She was trembling a bit, but after coming to, Ksyusha loosened up a little and started, still clumsily, to move her hips. Incredible pleasure. I wanted to thank her for it. I started caressing her little bump again, and once more she convulsed, arched her back, and with a wild groan, came.

This orgasm was stronger than the previous one, so I decided not to continue "tormenting" Ksyusha. I picked her up, carried her to the bathroom, and washed her thoroughly, especially the little hole, of semen.

Afterward, I put her to bed in my room and let her sleep, while I turned my attention to Kristina...