Lola Kishalak:
The Farmer’s Daughter.
I am from Elista, a small town in Russia. Ours is a large family and I have three brothers and two sisters. My elder sister is married and I now help my mom in looking after the house while my elder brother helps my father in the farm. My life has been very boring and this is why I went in for the photo shoot... Read more >>> . I All this is very unfamiliar to me but I had a wonderful experience. Something I can look back to and maybe build a new life on.
My father grows wheat and lot of vegetables like tomatoes and potatoes for sale. There are just two farm hands and he and my brother is out in the fields every day. As the girl of the house I help my mother look after the house. We have a room that we let out to tourists who come to see the golden temple and chess city. We also have a small stall in front of our home where Mom and I sell berries and vegetables from the kitchen garden and home-made preserves. The money we make here is al ours ad we do not have to give it to Dad.
I have friends but I am so busy most of the time that I cannot go out with them on fun outings, not unless I take my younger brothers too and that becomes too much of a headache for me. I prefer listening to the radio and staying at home. The small kitchen garden behind our home belongs to me… I mean, I take care of it. It is always full of vegetables and I even grown mushrooms in a small shed. Ask me about plants and there is little that I do not know.
Our bed and breakfast sometimes sees a rush of guests and I also serve as the local guide to the visitors, taking them around, showing them the sights. They then tell me about different places around the world, show pictures. I dream of these places at night. May be someday, if I have enough money, I too will go see them for real. At the moment, however, I have just seen Moscow twice in my life even though it is in the same country!
It was two years ago that I had my first crush. I was outside looking after the stall, dark clouds were gathering and I gave myself 15 minutes before I packed up for the day. Suddenly, two huge motorbikes came at great speed and screeched to a stop in front of me. Taking off their helmets, one of the bikers asked me if there was a place to stay the night. His friend it seemed could not speak Russian. I was too shy to look up but took them home and introduced them to mama. She took them to their room and asked me to take up a tray of tea with some food.
The dark one, the one who did not speak our language… he made me very shy and nervous. My heart raced as I took up the tray. As luck would have it, his friend was in the bathroom and this foreign one was all alone in the room and without a shirt on. The door was wide open so I couldn’t turn back also. With trembling hands, I showed the tray to him. He obviously knew I was blushing and as I kept looking at the floor, he lifted my chin up. I almost let go of the tray and he laughed. It was not unkind but just a nice laugh to make me at ease. I set the tray down and ran away from the room. I avoided them that day and got busy in the kitchen, telling my mother to look after them. They went to bed early anyway that first night. But I did not.
I lay awake for a long time, fantasizing about this handsome man, just two doors away. He was tall, with dark short hair, well built. As I pleasured myself with my fingers that night, it was he that came to my mind. I rubbed my budding tits, imagining it to be him doing it, flicked the lips of my virgin clit faster and faster, thinking of his naked chest and what was hidden in his pants. Faster and faster till I came.
I took them around the town the next day and except for holding my hands or a few minutes before he left, nothing happened but in my imagination, a lot happened, every single night after that day. I too now want to travel, to learn how to behave as these people who visit do, to speak other languages. When the agent came looking for talent to our town, I signed up without telling my father. I was now 18 after all. It was my mother who gave me the money for the bus trip to the studio in a nearby town where they were doing the shoot. With the money I earn, I will repay her. It was a very special occasion for me. I hope to be back soon. Collapse
Arina Sunflower:
Meet our virgin model from Russia...
Little Ferguson - the virgin:
...It was a hot summer day and she was wearing a short skirt with no panties. She was in her parents apartment and was on her hands and knees washing the kitchen floor. She was alone with her fat boyfriend. She was shocked when he suddenly jumped on her back and held her with his hands. She tried to get him off but he was very strong and growled at her. Then she felt something wet and hot poking at her pussy. She wiggled her ass to stop him and then she felt it slip into her anus. He started pumping her very fast. As she told me the story, she blushed and admitted to me that it was a pleasant feeling. She knew what he was doing, because she had already seen this on video. After a minute she felt something hot squirt inside her. After her boyfriend got off of her, she stayed in that position for a few minutes while he licked her pussy. As a result of this shocking experience, she remained a virgin until now. She is OK now and was very willing to lose her virginity before my camera.
