Kolya and I sat at the table, our heads bent over our homework. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on the wooden surface, illuminating the intricate patterns of the grain. I glanced at Kolya from the corner of my eye, admiring the way the light played off his chiseled features. With his raven hair and piercing blue eyes, he looked every bit the part of the rugged outlaw that he was.
I, on the other hand, felt like a fish out of water. Dressed in a flowing red dress with white trim, I couldn't help but feel like a time-traveling goddess amidst the rustic surroundings of Kolya's living room. My tanned skin and short brown hair were a stark contrast to the delicate fabric of my dress, but I couldn't deny that I felt beautiful.
As I scribbled notes in the margins of my paper, Kolya finished his homework with a flourish. "Alice, love," he said, his voice low and husky. "Why don't we take a break and watch some TV?"
I looked up at him, curiosity piqued. I had heard of this "television" before, but I had never seen it for myself. "Sure," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I would like to see this human entertainment."
Kolya grinned and stood up, offering me his hand. I took it, and he led me to the couch, where a large box sat on a wooden stand. He fiddled with the buttons on the side, and suddenly, images flickered to life on the screen. I gasped, my eyes wide with wonder.
Kolya poured us each a drink, something he called "sweet liqueur." I had never tasted alcohol before, and I was hesitant to try it. But Kolya's eyes were full of mischief, and I didn't want to seem ungrateful. I took a sip, and the sweet liquid burned my throat. I coughed, my eyes watering, but Kolya just laughed.
"It's an acquired taste, love," he said, patting me on the back. "But once you get used to it, you'll love it."
I took another sip, and this time, the burn was less intense. I started to feel a warmth spread through my body, and I found myself relaxing into the couch. Kolya asked me to dance, and although I wasn't sure if I was ready for this, I couldn't resist the temptation.
As we danced, Kolya pulled me closer. I could feel his arousal, and I was both embarrassed and intrigued. I had never been this close to a man before, and I wasn't sure how to react. But Kolya's hands were gentle, and his eyes were full of desire. I found myself melting into his arms, my body moving in time with his.
Kolya started to grope my ass, first through my dress and then under my skirt. I was so drunk that I didn't notice at first, but my body reacted to his touch. I felt a warmth spread through my lower half, and I found myself pressing against him.
We returned to the couch, and I, exhausted from the alcohol and the dancing, decided to lay my head on Kolya's lap. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep.
The next thing I knew, Kolya's dick was in my mouth. I tried to weakly fight back, but my body was too heavy to move. Kolya fingers Alice's pussy, and she starts to respond to his touch, despite her initial resistance. I felt myself getting wet, and I wasn't sure what was happening.
Kolya came deep down my throat, and I choked on it. I felt myself getting sick, but Kolya just kept going. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but lay there and take it.
There was a knock at the door, and Kolya's friend Fima walked in. He saw me passed out on the couch, my dress hiked up, and his dick got hard. Kolya and Fima carried me to the bedroom and undid the clasp on my dress, revealing my small tits. They started playing with my body, and I, drunk out of my mind, couldn't resist.
Fima shoved his dick in my mouth, and Kolya thrust into my pussy. They impaled me on two dicks, and I felt myself getting close to the edge. I wasn't sure what was happening, but my body was reacting to the pleasure.
Eventually, Fima and Kolya finished inside me. They lay me down on the couch, and Fima disappeared. When I woke up, Kolya told me I dozed off for a bit. I felt like something happened, but I couldn't remember what. I was confused and scared, but when I tried to remember, my cunt and panties started getting wet.
I wasn't sure what the new feelings in my body meant, but I knew one thing for sure. I was ready for more.
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