Girlfriends have no secrets.

Dear readers, in my 8th story, I will describe another erotic and depraved incident that happened to me. For those who haven't read my stories yet, I'll briefly remind you about myself. My name is Ilona, I'm 23 years old, and I'm just an ordinary Ukrainian girl, of average height, slim, with a B-cup bust, dark hair, and a good figure. And now, I'll move on to my story.

I was on vacation after finishing my first year of university. That summer, I had already managed to have many good adventures that I would recall and pleasure myself to. A lot of free time greatly contributed to my depraved entertainments. The last month of summer had just begun.

It was early August. My parents were nagging me again to go to the village to my grandmother's and help her with canning cucumbers and tomatoes. And as always, potato digging was coming up soon, which they always wanted to finish before I went back to study.

I arrived at my grandmother's in the afternoon. The intense heat was gone, and the day turned out quite windy. While walking from the bus stop to the house, the wind blew sand from the road into my mouth and eyes. I spent half the day and the evening doing what my parents had sent me there for. So nothing particularly interesting happened to me.

Grandmother only mentioned that tomorrow was some religious holiday, and in our area, people didn't work on such holidays, doing only the most necessary or urgent tasks. She would go to church, and then with her friends, they would go visit someone, as she was sick and lived on the other side of the village. So I would have to feed the ducks, pigs, rabbits, and chickens at lunchtime. She would prepare everything for me, and I just had to give them the ready food. I didn't really have a choice; the farm was left to me. But afterwards, I would be free until evening. This made me happy; if the weather was good, I could go to the lake for a swim and sunbathe, and no other work was planned.

In the morning, I woke up around 11:20. Even though I had gone to bed after 2 AM the night before. It was good that grandma had a satellite dish installed, so I could watch something on TV in decent quality, and the channel selection was okay. There was no internet in the village back then. Well, plus I had pleasured myself before bed to relax and sleep well. I had my own room, so grandma didn't disturb me. I slept in a T-shirt and panties.

I got up, changed my simple, ordinary floral panties for more attractive and tight-fitting coffee-colored thongs. I put on a brown sleeveless T-shirt, probably several sizes too big for me. I decided not to wear a bra at home; I didn't need one. I completed my outfit with short dark brown elastic shorts with drawstrings.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I braided my hair into a single braid and pinned it up, which was convenient for bending over. The time was already past noon. I tried calling Yulka again but heard the same response. Maybe she forgot to charge her phone or was already out with someone, I thought. And I didn't have more time to ponder this. I didn't feel like eating in the morning yet, so I decided to feed everyone first and then eat myself.

After about 40 minutes in the sheds, I came back to the house. I washed my hands thoroughly with soap and went to the kitchen. I checked what was ready to eat. There was only borscht, but I didn't feel like heating it. I decided to fry myself two eggs with onions and drink tea with cottage cheese. That was quite enough for me. I could spend the rest of the day on my own things. I decided to call Yulka again; like the two previous times, she was out of network coverage. I didn't feel like going anywhere alone. There was a disco tomorrow; I needed to arrange things with her. Bogdan would definitely come with someone again, and they would fuck us behind the club or maybe at someone's house if the opportunity arose.

I went to watch TV, although during the day they usually showed reruns. I watched the news, then "Heads or Tails," but somehow I didn't feel like sitting at home all day. Especially since the wind was starting to die down; I could have rested at the lake. I called Yulka again, but couldn't get through. Yulka lived three houses away from grandma's, and I decided to go to her place. She couldn't have disappeared for that long.

I took my phone, put on my flip-flops, locked the door, hid the key where I always did, and went to Yulka's. Good thing I braided my hair, or the wind would have ruined my hairstyle, I thought. I didn't meet anyone on the street, and within a few minutes, I entered the yard of the house where my friend lived. The house wasn't very big. Faced with red brick, one-story, with a porch facing the street. No one was in the yard. Their dog knew me, as I often visited Yulka, so it paid no attention to me and just kept lying there.

I approached the door; it was clearly not locked. Knocking wasn't customary, so I opened the door and went in. No one was in the hallway or kitchen. Unclear sounds were coming from Yulka's room; it seemed like someone was watching a movie, or maybe it just seemed that way to me, so it was hard to make out.

— Yul! Hi! Are you home? Why is your phone always out of service? — I asked, peeking into the room.

Sasha, Yulka's younger brother by a year and a half, was sitting on his bed. As soon as I peeked into the room, he immediately closed the laptop lid. He was only wearing shorts. He was quite tall, around one meter eighty, with an athletic build, and had light brown hair, like his sister's, cut short. Only a few hairs were visible on his chest. Otherwise, he was quite good-looking, although unlike me and Yulka, he was shy, rarely went to discos, didn't have such a company, and had some girlfriend, Yulka told me, but I didn't know the details.

He clearly didn't expect my visit and got visibly nervous. He turned all red, avoiding my eyes. It even seemed to me that I had scared him like a little kid. I fully entered the room.

— Hi Sash! Where's Yulka? I've already called her like 5 times today, and she's still out of service.

— Hi Ilon! She went to the store about 10 minutes ago. I think she'll be back in half an hour. Seems like she wasn't planning to go anywhere else. Our parents are away, and we ran out of bread. Her phone must be dead already; it doesn't hold a charge, needs a new one.

— I thought she had disappeared somewhere. I wanted to go to the lake with her today. And we're planning to go to the disco tomorrow. Are you going? — I asked and sat down on Yulka's bed.

— I don't think so. Our parents won't be back until Monday, and I have a lot of chores to do around the house. — Sasha replied, leaning back on the bed, propping himself up on his hands.

— Where did yours go? For so long?

I also made myself more comfortable on Yulka's bed. She and her brother shared a room. It had a large old three-section wardrobe with a scratched mirror in the middle, a bookcase, a desk with a stool, on which the laptop was currently sitting. The house wasn't big, and they didn't have their own rooms. A poster of some Ferrari model hung on the wall near his bed. I had been here many times, so I didn't need to look around the room.

— They went to relatives in the neighboring village; our third cousin is getting married, so they're helping with preparations, and they left us to look after the house, and they'll pick us up for the wedding.

— Aha! If it weren't for the chores, it would be great for you! Is the wedding this weekend?

— Yes, this weekend. Are you staying in the village much longer? — he asked, and his gaze somehow settled on me.

Our eyes met somewhat unexpectedly. But it embarrassed us a little, and we quickly started looking at different spots.

— Oh, I don't know, Sash. I think I'll definitely be here for a few more days, and then I'll come back to dig potatoes. Yulka's still not here. What movie were you watching? Turn it on, let's watch together to pass the time.

I got up, put my phone on the table, and moved to his bed. We had known each other for a very long time; as kids, we often played together, the three of us. They used to come over to play. Then, as we grew older, I communicated more with Yulka. Sasha didn't come to visit us anymore, but when I came over to Yulka's, he might sit with us for a while. Sometimes we watched movies of various genres together.

— Ilon, you don't like such movies. You won't like it.

— Are you watching some horror? Something really scary? — I asked, moving even further onto his bed and throwing one leg onto it.

It was noticeable that Sasha started getting nervous. He usually didn't behave like this, but here he was shaking his head as if his parents had caught him smoking. Yulka had told me about that incident when his father caught him and chased him around the yard.

— Well, it's not exactly horror, but it's also scary. You wouldn't enjoy watching it. Better to just wait; Yulka should be back soon.

— She's taking a long time. Has Andrey returned from his job yet? Well, if you don't want to watch that movie, turn on some cartoons; you have some.

— I don't know. He was supposed to arrive soon. Well, I was watching this... — Sasha replied, again in a somewhat troubled voice.

I was increasingly surprised by his nervousness about the movie. It became very interesting to know what he was watching. His hesitant answers to my questions added to my determination to find out what movie he was watching.

— Come on, Ilon! Maybe let's just wait. Yulka will be back soon, and you two can chat, otherwise you'll have to watch it with me.

— It's okay. I've been waiting for her for so long, and she can watch it with us too. We're not in a hurry with her. If we decide to go to the lake, a couple of extra minutes won't matter. — I insisted more and more.

Sasha continued to be visibly nervous. What strange nervousness over a movie. Even if it's a horror film. I decided to act myself; I stood up and abruptly opened the laptop lid. Sasha wanted to stop me; he clearly didn't expect such actions from me, but he didn't have time. The screen lit up. He wanted to close it again, but I didn't let him. And on the screen, an extravagant picture opened up to me.

Everything turned out to be more banal. Now everything fell into place; it was clear what strange sounds I had heard when I entered the house. Instead of the scary horror movie he had made up, he was watching some porn. A porn film was paused on the laptop screen. Some girl with a nice figure was sucking one guy's cock, while a second guy had entered her ass and was fucking her there, and her hand was fucking her pussy with some toy; I couldn't quite make it out at first glance.

He noticeably blushed. And it seemed like he wanted to run out of the room altogether, but it turned out that I was on one side of the stool, and on the other side was the table and the laptop on the stool. He couldn't get out.

From what I saw on the screen, I got noticeably turned on. My nipples, unrestrained by a bra, easily hardened and immediately showed through the T-shirt. A wave of excitement ran through my whole body. It became so warm in my lower belly. My pussy started getting slightly wet. And the more I looked at Sasha and then at the laptop screen, the wetter I became. Depraved thoughts immediately flashed through my mind. I clicked the spacebar with my finger. And the people on the screen started moving. Although not loudly, the sounds of the porn film filled the room. Sasha wanted to run away again but couldn't bring himself to push me aside.

— Sash, stop it. Why are you jerking around like a little kid. As if I've never watched porn and don't know what sex and group sex are. — I said. — I watch porn myself sometimes. So there's nothing scary here. You should have told me you were watching it; I wouldn't have bothered you. Sorry for interrupting your relaxation.

— You should forgive me. I'm so ashamed in front of you. — he said, lowering his eyes.

And on the screen, the entertainment of the two guys with the girl continued. Now they had laid her down. And one was fucking her mouth, while the second had thrown her legs over his shoulders and was actively fucking her pussy. I looked at him, then at the screen. The excitement in me grew more and more. It already seemed to me that my panties were completely soaked. My nipples were very clearly protruding. Sasha must have noticed this. I wanted him to reach into my panties and start caressing me. I put my hand on his shoulder; he even shuddered. He had sweated from excitement.

— Don't be so afraid of me. Everything will be fine. — I said and started lightly stroking his shoulder.

He sat on the bed. I sat down next to him. With one hand, I stroked his shoulder, and with the other, I started stroking his chest and stomach. He kept shuddering at moments. I wasn't used to this. Usually, all my recent partners quickly got down to action, either bending me over and fucking my holes from below or enjoying my depraved mouth, but here it turned out that I had to take the initiative myself. This was quite unusual. I moved even closer to him. I could feel his breath; he had sweated even more from excitement. Beads of sweat were visible on him. I ran my hand over his shorts. He shuddered again, wanting to push my hand away. But through the shorts, I could clearly feel his erect cock. I wanted to strip him and feel him inside my holes.

I was no longer paying attention to the porn on the laptop. I was completely focused on Sasha. His shyness made me a little tense; I wasn't used to taking the initiative in sex with men, but here something new was happening. I continued to stroke his body. I already wanted to get rid of my clothes. But Sasha only shuddered when I ran my hand over his chest, over his well-standing, hidden cock. Well, I guess this time the initiative would be mine.

— Sash! Don't you want to caress me? — I said and placed his hand on my leg.

He didn't say anything, but he didn't object either. His hand was so hot, it seemed like it would burn my leg. Well, then it started moving a little on my leg. It felt so good to feel; the warmth from his hand transferred to my leg. I completely climbed onto the bed with my legs. I pressed on his shoulders so that he would lie down. He no longer resisted and was completely in my power. A strange thought flashed through my mind: here, it wasn't him who would fuck me now, but I would fuck him.

The loud moans of the girl from the porn indicated that she was clearly on the verge of pleasure; I glanced at the screen again. She was now standing on the floor with her mouth open, waiting for cum from her partners. I wouldn't refuse some good, fresh cum either. I wonder what Sasha's is like. I caressed his chest with both hands, also running them over his crotch. Also with both hands, I slipped them under the waistbands of his underwear and shorts and gently pulled them down. It was noticeable that he wanted to object to my actions, but he didn't have the strength to resist me. I pulled them down further, and now my gaze was met by his well-standing cock.

Sasha's cock was of average size, about 16 centimeters, not thick. The red head with droplets of pre-cum was already clearly visible. Several veins were clearly visible. He didn't shave the hair on his pubic area and balls. I pulled off his underwear and shorts completely and threw them on the floor. I wanted so badly to take his cock into my mouth. To lick off those droplets of pre-cum. With my hands caressing his legs, I started moving upward. I leaned over him. Good thing I pinned up my hair; it wouldn't get in the