Yulia, you little b#tch.
I hadn't known Yulechka for long, but somehow I never managed to get close to her with the intention of having a proper, full-throttle fuck. But, in the end, a convenient opportunity presented itself and, by chance, I managed to drag her into bed and screw her for all the nonsense.
Once, when my wife had gone out of town to visit relatives at their dacha, Yulechka called me and asked for help with moving something or other. In my opinion, it was a pretext, as she knew my spouse was away and the apartment was free, meaning we could make love. At least, that's what I assumed, so of course I agreed and we went.
On the way, I chattered non-stop,
joked, entertained her, and all that. After going where she needed to, I suggested stopping at a store, getting something—some wine, cognac, good snacks—and going to my place to sit, listen to music. In short, it was all quite banal, nothing outstanding, everything according to the usual script. Yulechka quickly agreed, which somewhat surprised me. Before this, my attempts to get her into bed had been deflected by her with jokes and quips. Like, "I'm out of practice," or "Where would I be going," "I'm a strict, modest girl," and all that. Well, well, I thought, today you'll dance for me, my modest one. Yulka's figure was like a teenage girl's, with small breasts like little bumps barely protruding under her t-shirt, narrow hips, and such a small butt. In short, her appearance personally aroused in me a passionate desire to fuck her, and as thoroughly as possible, in every conceivable and inconceivable position. And I was already close to my goal and knew I wouldn't miss my chance.We arrived, went into my place, I quickly prepared everything, set the table. Galya went to her place—fortunately (what luck and a find!) we lived in neighboring buildings—changed, and there she was sitting across from me, while I poured her wine and myself a glass of beer.
We drank, had a snack, went out to smoke on the balcony. I hugged her from behind, taking her waist gently and tenderly. She didn't resist; on the contrary, she suddenly, I didn't even expect it, began pressing her butt against me and moving it from side to side. Well, that's it, time for business, I thought. Turning her to face me, I pulled her close, pressed her to my chest, and kissed her deeply. As if trying to drink her all up. She, softening slightly, pulled back a little, then herself clung to me, moving her tongue, her lips. I felt she was ready, and picking her up in my arms, I carried her to the room.
— Where are you taking me, oh, wait," Galya asked, playfully, even somewhat coyly. "Come on, my beautiful one, I can't wait anymore, how I want you," I answered honestly.
After arranging the bed, I began helping her undress, carefully taking off her blue jeans and pulling a thin sweater over her head. As I expected, she wasn't wearing a bra, and she didn't need one. She was left in only thin, light blue panties with white lace, at the sight of which my tool immediately turned into a firm, thick, and long projectile, ready for battle.
I lay on top of her, continuing to caress and kiss, but she somehow went a bit limp and said, "Wait. Let me caress him some more, it'll be nice." She began moving lower and lower, then, finding my cock in the dark, slowly took it in her mouth and began to suck. I was simply stunned, not expecting such a start from her, amazed and now enjoying it immensely. No, this was something else. She did it not quite skillfully, but so soulfully, so diligently, that it was much more pleasant for me than if she had done it with a more professional touch.
The bliss continued for five, ten minutes. Then I suggested doing the same for her, that she would enjoy it. Strangely, she refused, even seeming embarrassed. I decided to proceed and, leaning over her, began slowly inserting my cock between Yulia's lovely legs, into the haven of love, neatly trimmed and well-kept. It wasn't easy; her slit was so narrow, like a virgin's, well, just as if she had never fucked before.
— What, difficult, huh?" she asked quietly. "Like a virgin, I know, an eternal problem, well, never mind, we'll push a bit now, everything will be okay.
And indeed, after struggling a little, I penetrated her, entered like a shell piercing tank armor, but as if in slow motion. My cock slowly penetrated deeper and deeper into her, fitting into the tight vagina, filling all the space inside her female body. Yulka gasped, began breathing faster. I couldn't hold back either, moaned, and the process began.
— What are you doing, darling, it feels so good, so great," I said as if in a dream, and it was the pure truth. I fucked her faster and more fiercely, increasing the pace, she moaned louder and louder, perhaps it hurt her, but she hid it, as the pain mixed with even greater pleasure from the fucking process. Oh, how she twisted her butt, writhed, it was clear she was also enjoying it and feeling good. However, after a while, she suggested changing positions a bit and we ended up sort of on our sides. Yulia lay on her back and side, slightly turning her butt towards me and raising her left leg up, while I held her from behind by the butt, continued to thrust my cock into her, moving and enjoying. From time to time, I took her little breasts, feeling them, then moved my hands to her thighs, butt. The girl moaned, moving in rhythm with my movements, rising and falling again. Finally, we reached the climax and I felt that at any moment a powerful stream of sperm would shoot into her, filling her vagina with life-giving moisture.
— Oh, fuck, I can't, Yulechka, I'm going to cum now," I said, almost with a tremor in my voice. "Yes, yes, come on, I'm ready too, I'm about to cum now," she answered, as if in a dream. And I came! We both felt it. God, how great it was.
I had never experienced such a feeling before. We came almost simultaneously, screaming, yelling like wild animals, cats, tigers, or lions. We simply felt good, lying in bliss, embracing, sweaty, wet, and satisfied with each other.
Early in the morning, waking up, Yulia woke me, got up, and quickly dressed. I saw her to the door. "If you want more, call," she said somewhat mysteriously and enigmatically in farewell.
We kissed and she left. I returned to bed and, stretching, fell sweetly asleep, remembering everything that had happened to us the previous night and dreaming of a continuation. The miracle was to be repeated.