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Alexander Shmonin

Womanizers and women

Preface

There have been and will always be womanizers. Numerous novels and poems are dedicated to them. I had the opportunity to communicate with womanizers at school, then at college and finally at work and listen to their stories and adventures of a memoir nature.

I wanted to present their revelations in everyday language, which is typical of the conversation of tipsy men at friendly drinking parties, when they talk “about bread and salt, about the land and about Mother E.

And of course, in a little more detail than is customary with Apuleius, Boccaccio, Nazon, Maupassant, Apollinaire and Barkov, I present the love stories, but still without stooping to details.

Nowadays foreign words are prohibited, so I avoid words such as sex, orgasm, phallus, vulva, etc., but also our original words, like E., H., P., B. also prohibited. And where should the poor clicker go now?

I deliberately do not use some euphemisms and, whenever possible, use obscene words, slightly encrypted, and sometimes openly to enhance speech. After all, the ban on the use of four words still applies to television, radio, cinema and theater, but does not apply to books, which publishers should remember.

Remembering the inadmissibility of engaging in intimate activities for persons under the age of majority, I constantly emphasize that my womanizing heroes are 18+, reluctantly and contrary to the maxim “all ages are submissive to love.”

During my youth, we all, and not just womanizers, strived to grow up quickly and gain our first experience on the intimate front.

But my nephews are completely indifferent to the opposite sex, they don’t get acquainted in order to do this; although they are already approaching thirty, there is no question of marriage. They stare at monitors, smartphones, tablets and flickering screens for days. Feeling that I wouldn’t have great-grandchildren, I decided to remember my post-war childhood and write narratives about that time, about intimate curiosities, about intimate heroes of that time. Gloomily hoping to awaken at least some interest in at least some of today’s youth in this and make a feasible contribution to improving demography.

The second layer of “forbidden” love stories, which I asked participants about in my village and wrote as memoirs in this book, are short spontaneous loves for one night, for half a day, for an hour, for half an hour and rarely longer: between a stepson and a stepmother, son-in-law and mother-in-law, nephew and aunt, godson and godmother, nanny and pupil, shepherd and milkmaid, brother-in-law and sister-in-law, student and teacher, student and professor, lieutenant and general’s wife, etc.

How it happened that it was not enough for them to sit over a cup of coffee, over a samovar and talk, and they suddenly became inflamed with passion, looked intently into each other’s eyes and wanted closer communication, he suddenly put his hand under her skirt, stroked her thighs and above, began to hug, kissed her on the lips, squeezed her waist, dragged her onto the couch and immediately gave her private lessons in silence, as the poets say, that is, he planted his H. in her P. and off, as the prose writers write.

Of course, in all these cases there is a big age difference. If two plump ladies of 45 years of age or more are chasing after a plump lady of 45 years or more in the evening: a hefty fellow of the same age and a puny young man of about eighteen, with the understandable intention of spending a night of love with her, she always chooses and invites a young man to her room and never regrets the choice. Of course, a peer will throw one “stick” and fall asleep until the morning, but the young man himself will not fall asleep and will not let her sleep all night: without words, he will immediately attack her body with all the fervor of youth and will “fry” her again and again, first like everyone else, then three more times. And in the morning she will wearily and coquettishly say: the sitel hurts, go away enough, but he doesn’t leave and she with a sweet smile condescends to his insatiability for fornication: in your opinion, we’ll also spend a day of love, they say, I’m already full, but since you still want to taste my “honey”, continue, my dear boy, how eager you are for e”, and I must admit you are weak in the front, no matter how much you eat, it’s still not enough.

Here she is Aunt Anfisa: when there is an opportunity to spend a night of love, and there are two contenders: a man of the same age and a young man, I always choose the second: I know how it will be with a man of the same age in marriage: he will fall asleep once, but the young man himself will not fall asleep and will not let me. He will cling to his whole body, cling to my tits and will not take him out all night, his X. is so good in my P.

And how I persuaded you: I will be your good friend, servant, footman and page, just let me hold the hem of your dress and touch your fingertips. Well, if so, my boy, my page, here’s my hand, and then there’s a spark, and we both tremble and glow and don’t remember anything until the morning… What are the fingertips when his X. almost reaches the bottom of my P.

When e. my young friend.

It feels warm and joyful all around.

And my thighs spread shamelessly.

And the cups are clinking on the table,

When e. a good friend.

If I had chosen someone the same age, everything is simple: as soon as we lay down, he would

unceremoniously spread my thighs, bent the sled, planted me, came and fell asleep. And before that I tried to insert it into my mouth, put it in doggy style and put it in my ass, and only then…

And when a boy of about 18 meets his aunt, it’s so cute and has a lot of nuances. I don’t give it to him right away, but start a love game: well, here we are lying naked, now not only my fingertips, but all of me can be touched and kissed. Maybe this is enough? No? You want me to spread my thighs, but why? Speak right. Is there my magical forbidden soft hole? And you want to insert your hard instrument there. And eat my honey and enjoy, and then you can

and die? Well then, ask me, call me darling, darling, star, and again, and again… Now I spread my thighs and you can insert X. into my P… dear boy, your aunt loves you and wants you many times…

***

It happened that the most experienced lady invited both partners, a peer and a young man, to the room: why, let them compete, but it won’t leave me alone, sometimes she even served three in a night.

Moreover, she gave it to all three at the same time, men call it three X. This is aerobatics and pleasure.

This is Albina, she loves when three people caress her at the same time (with three bows), only then does she receive complete pleasure… She loved to kick her ass with a hint, they say, I want it from behind…

Albina once admitted: I had a case when I gave it to three young people at the same time. These were my nephews, and I was their only aunt. If I was still young then, 40—45 years old. They grew up, came of age, and began to confess their love to me both together and apart. Well, how can I admit it: Aunt Albina, show me your thighs, show your pussy.

Okay, okay, boys, just give me time,

I’ll show you my thighs, I’ll show you my pubis.

Let me hold on and try the honey.

The time has come and I jokingly: I will give it, but to all three at the same time. They were surprised: is this possible, but they got excited about the idea…

They ate me and swapped places so that everyone could visit my “pantry” and eat the honey. Well, where did you like best? Of course in the pantry: it’s so tart, hot and sweet. This is exactly what I was looking for…

Then I had nights of love with each individual and I said to each: dear boy, you are the best, I love only you, you have such a cool X. And everyone answered: dear Albina, you are the best, I love only you, you have such a cool P. and the sweetest honey.

Old affairs, mistakes of youth…

***

One of the three nephews added about Albina:

“She’s a bit of a witch: if the gentleman doesn’t want it, she mentally sends a signal, he gets hard and he eats willingly.” If she doesn’t want to, she sends a signal and the gentleman doesn’t have an erection. I experienced it myself.

She invited me to the bathhouse on Saturday, my husband was away. This fun is popular in our village: ladies, usually mature and experienced ones, invite gentlemen of any age, as long as they want and can. So many curiosities.

— We washed ourselves in advance so as not to waste time in the bathhouse and immediately get down to more serious business…

— I didn’t get up to her: she’s old and ugly, She invited me, I can’t refuse, they’ll laugh. We started to wash ourselves: God, you have created a miracle, how good and beautiful she is…

— I thought he was still small and wasn’t shy and showed him everything, tits and crotch, and even let him touch it, it’s nice when a little one touches and blushes, and he rubbed his back and planted: but where did you put it, there’s an ass, take it out and put it in lower, It’s warmer and nicer there…

It turned out that his pisun, when he gets up, increases in size larger than usual and he took advantage of this, lulling the women’s vigilance: the women only groaned in surprise and became submissive and relaxed…

Well, Albina and I undressed, I immediately wanted to eat her… and I can’t, I’m rubbing her back, I really want to eat her out through her ass… and I can’t. She turned around in front: what thighs, what tits, what pubic hair, how I want to fuck her from the front… and I can’t.

When I was little, on Saturday I would sneak up to her bathhouse at dusk, press my ear to the wall and listen to her fuck: the floorboards creaked, the bathhouse staggered, she screamed with pleasure, and I cried and sobbed behind the wall and wondered if she would give she is for me too, my secret love, my beloved, when I grow up. But who is this lucky guy? Most likely the husband. However, she is in trouble and in the morning I saw her whispering at the well with her shepherd Grisha…

And only when we washed ourselves and sat down on the bench:

Albina spreads her thighs

And her gaze promises so much:

Today in the bathhouse me and Aunt Alya

And we will “wash” with her until the morning!

************

This is Albina in a bathhouse on a bench: she tormented her nephew for an hour, showed her pubic hair, but X blocked it.

“Why am I living if I can’t insert X. into Aunt Ale’s ‘wool’, where my happiness is,” the nephew suffered. Finally, she unblocked X. gave it to him and saved him from death.: look, look, my P. is open, I’m open to you alone… I’m yours for the whole night…

***

The boy Grisha told his love story with his Aunt Marfa:

— It’s true, a woman in a bathhouse is not at all the same as at home on the sofa. I mean, in a rustic log bathhouse for two people. Many of my young friends got their first experience in a bathhouse and, of course, with older ladies. So am I with Aunt Marfa.

She was assigned to me since childhood: she washed me in the bathhouse and I didn’t see a woman in her, or rather, I didn’t understand why there were women.

But when he grew up and she once again bent down to rub her back and slap her butt, he saw it. Either she mentally sent a signal, like, e.g., you’ve grown up, it’s already possible, or my love hormones woke up, but I got hard. And I saw what a beautiful and desirable ass she had and my X. entered her P., and my balls pressed against her buttocks and I dropped the washcloth and grabbed her by the hips…

My body is such that I cum quickly (10 minutes), and once a week is enough for me. Surprisingly, Marfa was satisfied with this; she came even faster. For more serious matters, she had a husband and two adult lovers. Well, to be serious, I and the other three ate it, as they say, quickly, on the go.

One lover was a boss for whom she was a secretary, that is, she was quickly on the table in the office three times during a shift. the second one is a colleague, she gave it to him once during a lunch break. Well, I was like an addition, where I’ll squeeze it there and y’all, once a week. And everyone suited her. Then I left for another city to study without saying goodbye. And I don’t know if anyone replaced me.

And Martha, my aunt, loved quickly and without repetition. Sometimes I’ll insert it into her P.H., I’ll push it, I’ll get it to the bottom, she’ll already scream. — What are you doing? — Nice, I’ve already finished. Don’t let her thick thighs and big ass bother you; when she spreads her thighs, H. easily enters her small, dense and tight P.

This was the only woman whose bottom I reached and with whom I came very quickly. But it doesn’t seem to be about me. Then I found out that all her lovers reached her to the bottom and quickly came..

***

But our famous womanizer Fedya spoke about Marfusha completely differently:

— All this is fiction, fantasy. What’s the bottom? My “tool” is larger than average, but I’ve never reached the “bottom”, it’s clear that it’s not there. She gave in almost without words. We met our eyes, I took out and showed mine. She: “wow, what a charm,” and lifted the hem. Me: — wow, what a charm. After exchanging compliments, we realized that a stormy night of happiness was ahead.

Yes, she is plump, but I like plump ones, so that she has a waist and an hourglass figure and something to hold on to. There were even larger women, so the wooden bed fell apart, but I never got lost and continued on the floor.

Yes, she has thick thighs, but I’ve met thicker ones, and I busily folded the “sled” and threw my legs over my shoulders.

Yes, the first time is often quick due to the novelty. But I came across even hotter women: you introduce it and immediately inject it into her, but the second time you calmly enjoy her honey in the “closet”.

Yes, she first whispers: enough, I’m happy, let’s not do it again. But this is a trick for simpletons, and for an experienced one it is an invitation to continue.

— Marfusha, my dear, my beauty queen, how can we not? How much would you like? Forty five? yes, I “fry” these young ones all night, and if possible, I grab them during the day too…

And that’s all: even in the morning she is tireless, she still waves, caresses, gives hickeys, moans passionately…

I would have continued during the day, but there was no way, my husband was supposed to return from the night shift in an hour…

So, Marfuta, an ordinary woman, can be different, depending on her lover.

And the ladies’ man Fedya wrote a poem to his aunt Nina:

Oh, Nina, my aunt,

E. Does anyone like me:

When we broke the bed

I continued to fuck you.

I threw myself on your chest

To stick X into P again,

Even though you tried to escape.

And it was Aunt Nina who wrote a letter: yes, boy, you did it, you didn’t retreat when the bed broke, H. slipped out and I wanted to leave, but you grabbed me, inserted it into my P. again and fucked me three more times right on the floor..

Now I believe that you love me, but don’t tell your mother about our love, after all, your sister will scold and shame both of you…

Come to me, today at noon, to the overgrown pond, I like to sunbathe there, alone and completely naked, I want romance, I’ll let you sit on the sand in the bushes… And my husband will fix the bed when he returns, not for the first time: on our honeymoon we also broke it…

— Oh, girlfriend, my husband has been away for a month, and then my nephew Fedya drove up, declared his love, it turns out that my thighs and especially my tight panties drove him crazy, at night, he says, I don’t sleep, I dream of taking them off, and I, like a fool, as if I was not in my fifties, but only fifteen, responded to love: now he eats everywhere, on the bed and in the bathhouse and in the garden, I proposed on the sand by the pond, and he dragged him into the pond and fucked him like a mermaid, I haven’t even heard that it’s possible in water, what advanced young people…

Like this. At first I didn’t smell trouble in Fedka: well, I’ll give it once, what’s the matter, maybe it’ll cool down. But he fooled me in earnest: he wanted a lot and every time in a new position and in a new place, this fascinated me too. Well, there are not many poses: standing, sitting and lying, also from the front, back and side. And there are countless places in the village, under every bush. That’s how we ended up in the water. Have you, Zina, ever been with a young man, given to him like that?

— Well, Martha, I gave more than once, like many women, the older you get, the sometimes you want to give to a young man and I have thicker thighs than yours, men are so passionate about them, and I’m not talking about the young ones, I’ll just show him he’s yours too. And I won’t say who, where, when yet, I’m still ashamed. — Wow, it’s a shame, but I did. — And this is a mystery: why sometimes the head is against, and P. is for!?

Classic: Tsarina Catherine, when she was 70, gave to a twenty-year-old, but I was only 45 and had a twenty-year-old lover. Again, a mystery: why young people want it so much and fuck an older lady with more desire than a woman of the same age. And if the lady is still plump and married, then, oh…

— My Fedya, so funny: I came to the first date naked, only panties: admire my charms. He grabbed me by the tits and kicked me right on the thighs, and only then asked me to take off my panties: I must, they say, gradually approach the main pleasure, it’s sweeter that way…

“And my Vasya is the same entertainer,” Zina supported the conversation, “I came to the first date naked, only with a bra, so he first fucked me in the tits and only then asked me to spread my thighs:

What a delight! I love Zina

And I sing a sonorous song

About my early daring…

Well, at least I didn’t want to put it in my mouth and ass.

Brrrr, what an abomination. She only put it in her mouth once, the gentleman really asked: Zina, dear, suck, I’ve never been sucked: I drank a glass of vodka and demanded to put on a rubber band, but I never gave it to my ass. But when you give food to a young person, always expect the unexpected.

It only remains to add that not only Marfa and Zina shared their successes in the bed of love with each other, but also Fedya and Vasya, and as soon as the relationship between these couples cooled, I learned that the couples had changed: that Fedya began dating Aunt Zina, and Vasya — with Aunt Martha, and each of them ate their new passion with delight and rapture.

Such a glorious love quadrangle happened in our village of Sakony. It’s only a pity that I never crossed paths with either Zina or Marfa, but then, who knows: after all, when I see thighs like those of Zina and Marfa, my heart skips a beat.

Evil tongues gossiped about this glorious four: supposedly sometimes the four of them met and made love, exchanging partners, or that two visited one and ate her in turn all night.

“Slander,” all four told me, “intimacy is the business of two and this sacrament does not tolerate the presence of a third.”

But Katya does not agree with Zina and Marfa:

“I’m also virgins, they’re ashamed to sleep with three of them, I slept with two, knowing no shame.” Well, as I slept, I lay on a three-size mattress without a blanket, all so naked and… on the right are curls of a turner, on the left — of a blacksmith: one takes it out and gets off, the other immediately puts it in and climbs on.

Oh, this night was so good:

And how the body danced and the soul sang!

There is a song:

Mom, I love the cooper:

Cooper makes tires

And it eats without a break

And that’s why I love him!

I don’t believe it, no matter how cool the cooper is, it’s impossible without a break. But if the two of us take turns…

It was Aunt Zina who gave fuck to her young gentleman Vasya, first in the tits and only then in P.; I never gave it to my mouth or ass.

***

The concept of another lady’s inaccessibility is very relative.

Here the poet laments:

I knew three inaccessible graces,

Cold, clean like winter,

Relentless, incorruptible,

Incomprehensible to the mind.

And, I admit, I ran away from them,

Because in their eyes I read:

Give up hope forever!

However, these graces are not always cold, and sometimes they are even very hot…

So Count Nulin from the poem of the same name tried at night to eat someone else’s wife, Countess Natalie, for free, from the kondachka, but received from her in the face, and above him:

The neighbor laughed the most

A twenty-three-year-old landowner…

Because he f… Natasha, the young lady neighbor, in broad daylight, without obstacles or restrictions, and while her husband “hurries to the departing fields with his eagerness,” he managed to throw two or three “sticks” to Natalya, and the husband when he returned, not a single one, but he brought three birds with one stone from the hunt:

Jedem das Seine.

***

So flirt, comrade,

Amusing sormach:

To stand on Grace

I have Sinner!

Womanizers

D. Volkogonov sometimes inserts remarks about himself in his books about the Leaders. So he writes that while studying at the institute, a secret employee of a well-known intelligence service was assigned to him for preventive supervision. During the years of perestroika, this employee, who was also a classmate, confessed to the clicker about this act, but assured that he wrote only good things about him in denunciations to the right places. I believe that if it were otherwise, Volkogonov would not have been allowed to publish so many books.

Oddly enough, but even to me in 1962, i.e. Immediately upon entering the institute, such a spy was assigned, but I think he was a freelancer. One may doubt: who am I to look after me, a freshman, a “Capricorn”? Megalomania? Paranoia? Persecution mania?

Everything is very simple. This was a time when the number of spies and anti-Soviet activists was becoming less and less, and the staff of the special service, due to inertia, kept swelling and growing, and employees had to be occupied with something, and there were not enough objects for surveillance for everyone; so they assigned those who were unemployed to look after a variety of people, sometimes just random ones. But I was still in the category of potentially suspicious: a freshman, and already a candidate member of the party. They assigned me the same freshman as me, but perhaps already a freelance intelligence officer, let’s call him D., so as not to divulge state secrets. But why did I decide that he was a secret sex worker? He died 15 years ago, but never admitted it. And I had no idea while he was nearby. And only much later, comparing his words and actions, I came to this conclusion. Judge for yourself.

We have just been enrolled, we have received our student cards and now we are already harvesting potatoes. Rain, mud, on the potato furrow I meet Tanya G., in the evenings we sing songs we just composed.

Let’s study together

We will make your dream come true,

We will be proud of the name

Baumanets, emveteu.

On the collective farm we were accommodated in a spacious hut. The seven of us went to sleep on the floor on felt blankets and sheepskin coats. But in the morning the six of us woke up, because it turned out that Vitya Pronyaev was sleeping on the stove with the mistress.

Of course we were alarmed: was it on the stove or not?

Vitya denied everything: what do you mean, how can you?

The owner supported him: don’t make things up, there was nothing, he didn’t even paw, he was very calm. I don’t give on the first date, maybe I will on the third, but never to someone so young, only to people the same age and then out of great love or for a lot of money. Maybe she was joking.

There were always short romances on potatoes: for the evening, for the night, but always with peers, students or village girls.

And here, in my opinion, the owner of the hut was in no way suitable for a young business: a nondescript, thick-bottomed, full-breasted woman, two or three times older than us. No one even thought that they could hook up with her.

He immediately understood from no one except our notorious womanizer Vitya Pronyaev: this crumpet can give on the very first night, but if you delay, there will be no second chance. When did he manage to come to an agreement with her and get along? After all, only he immediately saw in her a sultry woman — a student’s dream.

And we saw a strict aunt, buttoned up with all the buttons.

“You understand a lot,” Vitya told me many years later, “age doesn’t matter to me, whether I’m fit for it or not.” It happened that she refused for a long time, saying that I’m hardly fit for this anymore, it’s been a long time since it happened, this and that, I don’t back down, I persuade, I insist and here it is happiness, I planted her and… then she was a young girl all night. It’s not always possible to seduce a young woman, fifty-fifty, but an older lady is always needed, you just need patience and zero attention to her: no, no, I won’t, you’re too young for me, and there’s no place or time for this, than The longer you persuade, the hotter and more furious the love then…

And then I see she’s very fit, they met their eyes, agreed without words: I want to eat you, she: I agree, at night, when everyone falls asleep, come down, I’ll give it to you. As soon as you fell asleep, you climbed onto the stove to see her. She is all naked, radiant with heat, she could have pushed her, but she moved. I immediately climbed on her, no preliminary caresses or kisses: I could have pushed her away, but I spread my thighs. Well, then as they say:

...And now I’m on Rose

And I drink ambrosia nectar.

Of course, there was no talk of any ardent and passionate love. They loved silently, afraid to wake anyone. I inserted it back and forth so slowly and carefully that I only finished in the morning, but I squeezed her elastic breasts (I hadn’t given birth, I hadn’t had a man for a long time) and she came.

But all night we enjoyed the contact itself, that we completely felt each other. Perhaps I just fell asleep on her chest, woke up, holding on to her gorgeous tits, and my penis tightly locks her quivering channel, so seductive, you stick it in and don’t want to take it out, it’s so sweet there.. Then I was never able to repeat this technique. The partner herself began to move her pelvis and forced him to cum.

Why didn’t he confess then? Well, of course: let’s go back to the institute, they may call you to the dean’s office, immoral behavior and even expulsion.

He no longer slept with his mistress on the stove, did not take risks, but in the mornings and evenings he squeezed her in the chicken coop, then in the barn, in the hallway, in the closet, in the barn, on the threshing floor, always and everywhere — eternal glory…

“Here I gave free rein to my passions, fucked her weightily, roughly, visibly and quickly, quickly, the situation itself dictated, brought her to ecstasy, she began to loudly moan and scream, scaring the chickens, the cow and the piglet. Then tiptoe into the hut: she — on the stove, and I — on the edge of the floor.

Of course, Rosa was my main love for potatoes, but now I can admit that I ate other village women almost every day. How else. Indian summer in the countryside. City ladies love to indulge in spring, while country ladies prefer golden autumn. And here are students from the city. But most of them are romantics and only want to sing songs in the evening, or, in extreme cases, timidly kiss a mature lady. And these ladies know the rule: if he doesn’t sing on the first date, I won’t go on the second. And among the rural ones it’s even worse: if five minutes after the meeting, he doesn’t ask: let me fuck you, I’ll turn around and leave.

It turned out that there are many students, but I am the only womanizer. I was the last one to leave the field and suddenly there she was, with her tits and butt looking good: a milkmaid, a pig farmer, a cowgirl, a farmer, a grain farmer, it doesn’t matter. I undress with my eyes and commit adultery in my thoughts. She answers with her eyes: no one has ever wanted to eat me with their eyes so passionately, I agree live, I also want to feel your x. in my village. We roll up the stubble into the nearest stack of straw, haystack or barn. We sit down, I ask: show the fur on the coat, what color it is, give me one hair as a souvenir, for the collection.

— What a funny student you are, look… and that’s all you need from me? It’s so cute: you don’t want to know what my name is, but you want to know what color of fur is between my legs. City people probably shave their pubic area, but here everything is natural: many people love it when a dick looks for an entrance to the womb through the fur, men then brag: I’m in its fur… in fact, its fur rubs with my fur, and it’s so nice, I also love it when balls hit my butt…

I instantly got a hard on her red pubis (she is a brunette) and I continue to show it to her as expected, receiving an invaluable evening reward for the hard day’s work… we are alone on the haystack “singing” and the haystack of straw turns into dust… And then, lightly and humming, We continue on our way so as not to be late for dinner…

And after dinner, when everyone falls asleep, you need to lure Rosa from the stove, go out the door and throw two “sticks” to her in the hallway or in the closet, and it’s really good if she agrees to climb into the hayloft, there you can have a real blast until the morning… That’s the lot womanizer…

...All the students are sleeping soundly,

Only one does not sleep: he drinks the nectar of love,

He eats his mistress in the hallway,

Dear Rosa Markovna…

Isn’t it cold in the fall in the evening? What else happened in the winter, a biting frost, a snowstorm, and I put her in a snowdrift, I start to pull off my warm thick pants with a fleece, they don’t give in, I gnaw a hole in my pants with my teeth and insert my x where it should be. It goes in halfway, nothing, but it ends up in a hot “box”, where it’s hot both in winter and summer. One of them didn’t want him to cum in the body, she only allowed him to scratch the butt on his lower lips, cum in his thighs, she knew how to “kiss” the tip with her lower lips… The rule here is simple: start, bring it to the end, so that she moans with passion, or better yet, screams. If you haven’t finished, you’ll be slandered and not a single woman in the area will give you any more…

Oh, what could be more beautiful than unforgettable secret love “on potatoes”, both with a young guest and with a mature hostess.

Oh, this is a whirlpool, this is a whirlpool,

Indian summer, Indian summer!

***

Yes, Vitya Pronyaev, a real womanizer, could please a woman one for three, but Rose, a young curvaceous widow, never came across anyone like him, and potato love happened every autumn.

And no wonder. The time was like this: schoolchildren, students, soldiers, factory workers, and scientists arrived from the city every autumn to harvest the harvest. And seven new arrivals certainly moved into Rozina’s hut. And at least one of them always glanced furtively at the hostess with a male gaze.

One day in the Indian summer, the last hot days, even two of them looked at her greedily and she seemed to accidentally show them her breasts, lifted her hem and patted her P.. Everyone lay down on the floor, it was hot and stuffy on the stove and she also settled down on the floor next to the guests, on a mattress behind a curtain.

He hears two people whispering:

— And our owner is a fire woman, what thighs, what an ass, what boobs, what a front end, I would blow her away, and then at least they’ll kick her out of school. Eh, if only she had given it to me, I would have chopped her wood for the whole winter…

— Yes, she is very nice,

You and I drove you crazy:

Who in P.H. will insert her,

He will be the happiest of all people.

But I still liked her ass more, how I would like to press my dick against it, I would also fuck her, but she won’t, there’s a beauty lying next to her, and if you climb, she’ll heat you up with a frying pan… And if she gave it to me, I’d give it to her I would fetch water from the well and cut grass for the goat…

Hearing such conversations, Rosa crawled out from behind the curtain and positioned herself under the side of the last one.

He immediately grabs her tits with one hand, and her P with the other. She whispers: wait, I won’t let you here, crawl behind the curtain to me.

Second: can I come with you? She: you can, but you’ll take turns, I don’t like perversions, I don’t give it to the ass… although… if one has captured the main hole, and there are two willing… the main thing is that everything is quiet…

She lay down on her side, exposing her front to one and her butt to the other, as they wanted. And both joined her sideways: one in front, and was fascinated by her “canal”, the second, from behind and was captivated by her “buns”… It was so cute, she didn’t have to wave, they did it for her and silence… Then she turned on the other side, changed holes for them… and the two received her other channels to the great joy of all three…

Otherwise, why do we live on this sinful earth?

***

After graduating from university, Vitya Pronyaev somehow ended up passing through this village and visited his potato love, Aunt Rosa. They sat at the samovar and looked into their eyes: not a single spark, not the slightest desire to go to bed: neither she nor he. He got up and left without saying goodbye…

Strike while the iron is hot!

Dear egg for Christ’s day.

You can’t set fire to someone who’s burned…

Mistress Rose is the potato love of student Vitya Pronyaev.

The next fall, among the guests and first-year students there was not a single womanizer. But it does not happen that not one of the seven young men wants to fuck the mistress, since she is still young and wants to do it herself. She whispered to the most timid one: when everyone falls asleep, follow me into the hallway, don’t be shy, touch your tits with your hands, does it feel good? I’ll spread my thighs myself, now my p. is at your disposal… insert x there, there for x. even nicer, did they tell you that you can’t fuck the hostess? On the contrary, her first and her, and then, if you’re lucky, the rest of the village widows. Is it possible to leave someone in the hallway to freeze? Consider that he didn’t eat me, but only warmed me, and no one will know about our love. Tomorrow come out into the hallway again to “roast” me. What? Is it possible to warm it up again today? This is a man’s conversation, it can be done more than once, my dear boy…

I immediately singled you out from the seven guests: you were the only one whose fly bulged when he looked at my rich ass, I played with it, and you blushed. Yeah, I think he’s one of those timid ones who want to eat a woman, but are afraid to ask him to give himself up. Managed to please my aunt several times. I started timidly, standing, then we fell on the bags at once, my legs were on your shoulders and I fucked as if I had gotten my hands on a woman for the first time. Am I really the student’s first? If I moan, it means it’s pleasant, not painful, and I need to add it, deeper. tighter, that’s good, and I’ll help, otherwise why are we living on this sinful earth…

I wasn’t mistaken, yours is so thick, so long, reaches so deep, but tell me, your aunt’s is good, and dense and tight and narrow and hot and sweet, sweet, they told me: “You have it better THERE than in heaven.”. Vitya assured: there is no need for heaven, just give x. Hold it THERE and held it for the first time all night…

When I was young, when I was a girl, I was fire, everyone didn’t mind eating me, and I gave many and often, count every evening after dancing, a new x. been in my p. But I never allowed my partner to cum in my body, but allowed me to insert x. in the spot and hold THERE, move it a little without passion, she came herself more than once, then demanded: enough, take it out, or pushed it out with her pelvis, feeling that he couldn’t stop, he took it out, came in my thighs and was happy…

***

Ah, these dances, the farewell school ball.

— Can I invite you, Rose? — yes, it’s possible.

— Can I accompany you? — yes, it’s possible.

— Can I kiss you? — yes, it’s possible.

— Can I touch the tits? — Yes!

— Is it possible… — Yes, yes! Oh…

— Can I cum inside you?

— No, no, you can’t, Petya, you’re crazy! Just passing by. You can do it in your thighs. And it will be possible to go THERE only after the registry office!

— Yours is so tight and narrow, I thought I was breaking my virginity.

— What more. I lost my virginity after… in the camp, the counselor in the red corner made me sit in a chair, lowered my panties and… He did THIS with all the girls who wanted to. Who was your first?

— And I have a Trinity and also after… mine.

— How is that?

“Well, I got up this morning, I’m holding it with my hand, and my mother noticed: don’t you dare, you fool, just move over.” It turned out that we have a family tradition: a mother gives it to her son for the first time, and that’s what my grandmother and great-grandmother did.

Why, even Eve first gave her sons Cain, Abel and Shem, and then they ate their sisters. It was such a time when there were no other women. And I told her: Mom, it’s cramped, I have a single bed. “And you lie on me.” I lay down, and she spread her thighs apart and my x. at that very moment I fell into her p. And I went to heaven, others risk their lives to go there. And away we go, I immediately forgot about my relatives, like a simple woman, the bed is cracking, the springs are creaking, she is moaning. Her p. is spacious, x. I entered freely, but she actively tossed me… I poured so much into her that half leaked onto the sheet…

According to tradition, she gave only once: I realized what a sweet thing it was, and you wanted it with your hand, x. you only need to put it in the p., there is its rightful place, I tried it, I know, you want to repeat it, you can’t do it with me, move it to the next room, my godmother and my older sister are sleeping there, you can continue with them. I’m there, and they’re already waiting.

The sleepy godmother, for the sake of order, resisted: Petyunya, why did you grab by the tits and even by…, do you really want to eat me, I’m unkempt, unwashed, I wouldn’t wake up Elvira… okay, come on, just quietly, wait to speed up, the bed is creaking… oh..ah… oh-oh-oh, how good… how quickly the boy grew up and began to stare at my tits and blush, you can’t get away with candy anymore, he wants something sweeter, and what could be sweeter for a man than to climb on top of a sleepy woman in the morning and bend her “sled”… for this they promise half the kingdom…

The godmother’s p. is even more spacious, but it throws it higher, even more. pops out, I’ll immediately insert it, deeper and tighter, and she’s happy and even screams… and most importantly, she lets him cum in her body…

He asked Aunt Elvira: can I get you from behind? — oh, what a shameless nephew, I noticed how you began to look at my butt, apparently the time has come to print out my p., but no question, Petya, but maybe we’ll put off our love for tomorrow, two women already fell in love, take a break, why can’t you do this right off the bat?, after me, will you come back to your godmother? And you’ll take turns eating her and me until the morning, well, you’re a real womanizer, you liked this thing so much.

***

In my youth I happened to fall into the hands of womanizers. Oh, I suffered so much from them, but it’s nice to remember. He begins to eat immediately without preparation, without asking his name, changes positions, eats all night, and then another day, and leaves without saying goodbye. At first it’s good: three minutes and he takes it out, rests, and puts it back in again. In the end, he’s been thrusting into me for a whole hour, rhythmically, monotonously, gently and accurately, and suddenly there’s an explosion: he’s breathing, trembling, frantically frequent, even foaming on the lips: it means he’s received that desired sweet moment of the highest peak of pleasure.

— That’s it, beautiful stranger, I’m leaving, I’m out of “shells”, otherwise I’ll put in empty, your magic-P has bewitched me so much.

A womanizer is a godsend for an ugly woman: he doesn’t pay attention to his partner’s big beautiful eyes, that she has sky-high eyebrows, a number five bra, a figure of 90x60x90, her age, who he is related to, well, except that he will note the steep hip line and a curvy butt, for him, the main thing is the properties of her P.: how much she attracts and magnetizes his X. and whether they have “chemistry”. In this sense, the ugly girl and the beauty are on equal terms, moreover, the womanizer will always prefer the ugly girl if there is “chemistry” with her, but not with the beauty, and he will “fry” her night-day-night-touch, like the first beauty in the area.

A womanizer will never miss the opportunity to fuck any relative, of any age and degree of relationship, if the opportunity arises. A relative is nearby, either lives in the same house, or comes to visit, or he visits her. Choosing a moment, he whispers in her ear: let’s make love. If he receives a harsh refusal, he says: he was joking.

But if she fights back silently, but somehow chaotically, she takes possession of her half by force: well, Grisha, so polite and calm, has never felt his male gaze on herself, and I don’t have such charms that men turn around after me, no way I I didn’t expect such an outburst of passion from him, as soon as we were alone by chance, he immediately grabbed her tit with one hand and reached into her panties with the other, trying to touch her pussy. It turns out that the only reason for his action was that we were left alone.

In such cases, I carefully push away the one who wants to beat me, sometimes this is enough and he refuses the bad deed. But if he insists, then I start a love game: I pretend that I’m against it, but I myself only provoke him in order to get a brighter love, I fought and fought back, even grabbed the erect X. with my hand, trying not to let him into P., He tore his panties, spread his thighs, and fucked, as if the woman had been gone for a year, and yesterday it turned out that Nyurku had a blast, isn’t he a secret womanizer, — so the young rake thought, lying across the bed and throwing her legs over Grisha’s shoulders and, overcoming shame, embarrassment and timidity, she began to slowly move… oh, these sibling squabbles…

Another one begins to whisper: what were you thinking, Grisha, before everyone had time to leave and we accidentally ended up together, like you right off the bat: let’s make love, in other words, you want to beat me, it’s a sin, I’m some kind of relative of you, suddenly they find out, do you even know that I’m married and have grandchildren, I haven’t changed my mind yet, they say you’re a womanizer and you don’t care who the fuck is, I’m just nearby, if there was someone else, you’d propose to her too.

— They’re lying, what a womanizer, I haven’t had one yet. I want the first time to be with you.

— What? Are you a virgin, how old are you? Poor thing. How long have you been with me and want to lose your virginity? Well, I didn’t notice. Well, you can regret it, but you can’t love it. What did you like about me, what do you want with me? Shoulders and neck?

— Well, yes, and also show me your tits, wow, they’re good, probably number five, and show me how silky the pubic hair is…

— Well, okay, okay, I’ll give it, I liked the way you persuaded me, since you wanted to eat me so much. Well, I’ve never been a man’s first woman (of course I had my first man, but so long ago), but not here and not now, you’ve already got an erection, wow, how healthy, you can take it in your hand, and I’ve never been to a woman like this in P., can you put it in mine: I have a very narrow and cramped one, I haven’t changed my mind yet, maybe you’ll find someone younger, unmarried, you wanted to feel my hot, tender and still young P. fur even more you can stroke your pubic area, well, I did everything to dissuade you, and now close the door with a hook, when we have the good fortune to be alone together, we only have an hour, they can come back if you have time…

Then, of course, it turned out that it was his cousin-in-law, Aunt Nyura, who had just arrived to stay in our village, his thirty-fifth love…

Of course, the womanizer Grisha was not satisfied with one hour, he dragged her into his secret nook, where instead of a feather bed there was an armful of straw, and he “roasted” this city fantasy and liar Anechka all night, as it should be at the first meeting: first like everyone else, and then some more three times…

An experienced slut always says that she is married, because a womanizer is more passionate about eating a married woman than a single woman. Aunt Nyura had a husband, but for some reason she lied about her grandchildren. And the womanizer always lies that it’s the first time: any woman becomes kinder, more flexible, it’s more honorable, you want to feel sorry for the unfortunate man. However, both lied in vain.

It’s an everyday matter, a family matter, it happens to everyone, they fucked up and forgot about it and still talk cheerfully and joke. But if they had “chemistry”…

In our village they immediately learned that the womanizer Vovka allegedly accidentally fucked his grandmother on the stove, and the womanizer Genka — his aunt in the bathhouse, each of them had their first woman. As a rule, a womanizer starts with a relative and rumor justifies him, this is considered normal.

In fact, the womanizer did this on purpose, the time has come, he needs a woman. He seems to be playing with her as before, they are fooling around, playing pranks, pushing each other, giggling. But here’s something new: he touched her tits for the first time, she didn’t seem to notice, he touched her P., again hee hee.

And he stood up:

— Honey, please take it in your hand, now insert it into your P., I’m shy, I’m ashamed, this is my first time, I don’t know where…

And they immediately fell silent, froze, their faces became concentrated, and he was already eating, and she was slowly moving. Such cases were never condemned: who else but a relative would give the first lesson to a young man, even if she gave it to him once, and he, in excitement, ate her all night.

And the experienced guys even praised: well done, grandma is still young, she can be fucked and fucked, but she hasn’t given it for five years now, I would have eaten it myself if I’d put it on the stove under the side, but your aunt, grandma, is fire, with you have been washing in the bathhouse for a long time, and you only managed to plant your x yesterday. in her p., how long have you been looking at a naked woman in a bathhouse, at her gorgeous ass, plump thighs and round tits and not making an attempt?

“I didn’t even think about fucking Aunt Katya, we were just washing ourselves in a related way and I didn’t see her as a woman, and I’ve never had one before and I didn’t understand why it was. And here her husband and lover have been away for two weeks, and she somehow hesitates and suddenly whispers: today I’ll give it to you, you can eat me. Well, I want to feel your h., as if I had asked for a long time, and she continued: don’t be embarrassed and don’t be ashamed, it will become hard now, it doesn’t oblige you to anything, it will just be nice for both of us, she spread her thighs and showed my P. Such words made my head spin, H. really stood up right away and I saw what a gorgeous woman she was and her P. pulled my H. into herself like a magnet and we forgot about washing…

— Give me the details: on the floor — lying down, on a bench — sitting, or already in the dressing room — standing. Everywhere! Yes, you are a womanizer. And how hot is Ekaterina Ivanovna P.? tight? Well tight x. entered or easily failed? Did you wave well? Moaned, screamed? How long did it take for the first time and how long did he fuck her at the end: I suppose he put her in the dressing room doggy style? Do you want to hit Katyusha again?

— And how! But it depends only on her.

***

He lost his virginity late by the standards of our village: Katya gave it to him when he had already finished school. But his friend, a second-year student, Vovka, spoiled his aunt Klava, barely finishing primary school, on his eighteenth birthday. She came to visit her sister, that is, Vovka’s mother, and only Vovka was at home.

“Well, I’ll go, I’ll come back later.” Vovka jokingly: let me hug you goodbye. He felt how elastic her tits were and some kind of warmth between her legs, he got up, he said in her ear: Aunt Klava, I want to fuck you. Out of surprise, she sat down in a chair, Vovka quickly lifted up her hem, pulled down her panties and spread her thighs…

He says he still eats her sometimes. They are not specifically looking for meetings, after all, she has a husband and lovers, but if she comes to see her sister, and only Vovka is at home, she sits down in a chair, lifts up her hem, closes her eyes and spreads her thighs…

Vovka’s mom immediately guessed about their secret forbidden love (disheveled appearance, flushed faces, wandering blissful smiles, rumpled skirt, tits out, unbuttoned fly, her lace panties sticking out of his pocket), she didn’t show it and even approved. Of course, she herself is still young and she has a secret: she is being eaten by a neighbor boy, about 18 years old, Vovka’s friend, who always comes to a friend when he is not at home, and his mother receives him, leaning back in the same chair in a robe, unbuttoned on all buttons. As soon as she opens her robe, a view opens up that would make any man kneel in front of the chair and beg for love…

Perhaps for my sins, my angel,

I’m not worth love

But pretend it’s your own look

Everything can be expressed so wonderfully.

Oh, it’s not hard to deceive me,

I myself am happy to be deceived.

But that’s a man, and when Vovin’s friend saw her in a chair in an open robe, he also knelt down in front of the chair, but not to beg for love and read poetry, but to make it easier to insert his H. into her P… So he knew a woman for the first time, and she acquired a young, faithful and obedient lover: enough for today, come the day after tomorrow, in a week, today I want a lot of love, and me all night, the latter made him happy: is all this wealth really mine for the whole night: huge tits, steep hips, narrow waist, tender soft belly, cute plump thighs, silky pubic hair, big F. and such a small priceless P.

***

But if both the grandson and nephew turned out to be young womanizers and they had “chemistry”, then it’s more complicated: they wanted to continue the next day, and this is already condemned.. Around the village they begin to whisper condemningly: Vovka is eating his grandmother in the mornings on the stove, and Genka supposedly rubs his aunt’s back on Saturdays in the bathhouse, we know that such a big guy with such a H. is “rubbing” her, well, how can you, there are so many girls, you have to chase after the girls, and they — ugh, well what a demand from the guys, they would have P. next to them, and the women have completely lost their P. so young, without embarrassment, they substitute it… However, no one held a candle…

***

— Dear Petya, my girlfriend has been resting for three years already, I thought enough was enough, it’s time to give way to the young, but then you grew up and fell for my ass and don’t want to put off our love for tomorrow, but want to love me here and now. Oh, how I want to return to that golden time when the womanizer brought me to ecstasy: I trembled, gave him hickeys, dug my nails into his back, whispered “I love you” and screamed with delight.

Well, get started, my dear, now is your time,” and she kicked her ass…

And Zlvira’s butt is so spacious, and so tender, enticing, you don’t want to take it out when you stick it in, and what an elastic, lush ass, he grabbed her by the hips, pushed her in all the way… and the balls began to knock on her buns…

So I fucked three of them in one morning and fell asleep. I wake up, no one, only my mother, pretending that nothing happened. I still wonder if I was just dreaming or dreaming about it.

In fact, the first one I had was my neighbor Glasha, an aunt of indeterminate age, and I didn’t notice her, but she turned out to be a fire woman, so fuckable when she takes off her clothes. And she once said:

— Petya, come in in the evening and look: the radio is acting up, the sound disappears.

Walked in: where is the receiver? — Yes, I think I’ve corrected myself, sit down and have some tea.

And she herself is in a colored robe, her tits and thighs sparkle.

— Thanks for the tea, I’ll go.

— Where are you going, it’s night outside, Aunt Elvira and godmother are visiting you, wake them up, stay the night.

— So you have one bed.

— But it’s a double bed, have you ever slept with a woman?

— No, except maybe in childhood, but then Elvira and her godmother stopped putting it next to each other, they say, what people will think, they will judge.

“On the contrary, you big one, it’s time to start sleeping with the woman.”

— Well, I don’t know, but what if…

— No, no, that won’t happen…

We lay down, I can’t sleep, she’s making me feel hot, waves of desire, trembling, in my head: she wants this, and I trembled and felt languor in my body, grabbed her by the tits, started breathing, spread her thighs, bent the sled, I got hard, I found myself between her legs, poking my head into her fur, yeah, that’s the entrance, my lip and x parted. slid along her tender channel, so tight and hot, this is heaven. They are looking for him in the sky, and he is on earth, between the neighbor’s legs… and I am in heaven until the morning and there is silence… well, except for the fact that the bed creaked all night, and she moaned with voluptuousness… No, no one will ever forget their first P.

But the fact is, after that night I began to bolderly ask women and girls for help, I wasn’t offended, some would give it on the first date, and one only gave it three years later… and of course I didn’t forget my neighbor…

Well, as for the three graces, whom I wanted to fuck first, and they refused, saying it was a sin, and they persuaded my neighbor Glasha to give it to me, and leave them behind — I still found the moment and fucked them for real, and not mentally, in dreams. Why did I fall for them, but they’re always around, they’re not shy, they don’t consider me a man, they jiggle their tits, play with their butts, flash their thighs. Here she is washing the floor, tucked the hem, bent over, I got a hard on: let me fuck you, I want you through my ass, I want to feel your p. — – Don’t think about anything else, it’s a sin, go to Glasha, she’s also washing the floor and remember: a man does not always receive from the one he wants, but always from the one who gives.

Once the three of them celebrated a holiday, drank heavily and fell asleep. I look, my eyes are closed, I’ve settled down next to one, e.u. And so on in turn, And each one seems to be sleeping, but is waving. How is that? A week later, I ask the sober woman in the morning: give me. — Again, you are for your own, no. — And that week I gave it. — Again, all in dreams, there was nothing and there will be nothing. So understand, women.

Now I’m waiting for a new holiday. How wonderful it is to eat a drunken, sleepy woman anonymously blindly, and she squirms, waves, moans and whispers the name of her first lover, who broke her hymen. Why do I want to fuck the three graces again? Here is the principle: I want “someone else’s”, which always stands harder and more often and feels brighter. It’s one thing three times a night with one of your own, and a completely different thing with three strangers all night at least once, and if you have enough strength, then twice.

You’ve just played one grace, and you should take a break. But you approach another “stranger’s” bed, throw back the blanket, and in front of you is a magnificent naked lady, screaming with all her posture: you. bi me. And where does the strength come from? I turn her across the bed, her legs on her shoulders, and pull her ass towards my x. and love rejoices, and she: “darling, I love you” — coos. When a woman is on top and fucks you herself, it’s wonderful. But if she lies across the bed, and I hold her by the thighs and push her P. onto my H. — this is aerobatics. This is how to fuck, this is the only way to fuck someone else’s

***

Now, of course, it’s the other way around,” Rose continued, “I want the young man to cum in the body, then I feel him differently x.” and I fly into the clouds…

Everyone doesn’t mind feeling the tenderness of my p., but I rarely give it to anyone, except perhaps in the Indian summer to a city student, then I become weak in the front…

It was so cute, well enough is enough, I’m happy, let’s go to sleep separately: lie down with everyone on the floor, and I’m alone on the stove… in the morning, when everyone has left, you can stay for half an hour, then come to my stove… well, see you tomorrow, dear, you’re here for a month, you still have many happy nights with me, and if you’re lucky, even days…

You were the best of those who fucked me: so young and already so eager and insatiable for a woman… it’s like Vitya Pronyaev, who, besides me, fell in love with at least thirty women in another month, and maybe more, Not everyone admits what they had with him right in the field, on the straw, especially married ones, and everyone remembers him with a kind word. And how my little box was, you liked rummaging around with your dick in search of sweet honey, and how you gently squeezed and held my tits, I came already before he inserted X. into my P. oh, I’m lost…

***

But my D. is not with us, for some reason he was released. In our second year we go to Kazakhstan, construction team, work as laborers, loaders in a quarry,

We are building sheep sheds — housing for sheep.

I am passionate about Natasha E. and write patriotic poems.

We were shaking in the backs of dump trucks

Along the bumpy virgin roads,

We created buta glory

They called us “careerists.”

(This is about the stone quarry workers)

But D. is not with us again, he is sent to Tselinograd as a supply worker. Released again. We finish our studies, we are assigned to pull the burden at a research institute or a factory. I work as a junior employee, reinvent the wheel and dream of rising to the rank of senior clerk. And my D. was immediately appointed deputy. the head of the regional committee of people’s control, i.e. for a bread position.

But a little back and a little about me, although the story will be about D., and even then only about one side of his biography. Here I am — an applicant. I get three points in physics, but I know the school course at five. The exam taker put me in my place because I stuck my head out, wanted to brag that I knew a little more than the school curriculum, and called g (gravitational acceleration) — like the intensity of the earth’s gravitational field. The teacher suggested that I contact the chairman of the commission with a complaint, but I refused. Because I was sure they would enroll me anyway: I was applying according to a quota from the factory. But the ashes of resentment still knock in my heart.

So, applicants, keep your head down, don’t be smart, answer strictly according to the school curriculum. I admit that there was nothing bad from my sext D., on the contrary, he tried three times to help me with my career, at the same time demonstrating opportunities that were inaccessible to an ordinary student. Indeed, before he had time to enroll, he was already co-opted into the Komsomol committee of the institute, where the first thing he did was start chasing a pretty typist. Wanting to involve me in public work, he invited me to a casting for the committee. The committee member asked me what my last name was, I answered: my last name is such and such. This was the end of my career in the Komsomol. The fact is that until the age of 18 I lived in a rural environment, where the habit of abbreviating or distorting words is strong. In the urban environment, I mainly corrected my gaps in vocabulary. However, the abbreviations of words in village art still touch me.

It goes like this

She’s wearing a black skirt:

She’s busy with me

Don’t go out with her, comrade!

Nevertheless, a couple of years later, when I was already in the forefront of the builders of a bright future, the committee invited me to be a commissioner in the construction team, of course, the proposal was conveyed to me by D. I refused for two reasons. Firstly, the speeches of the Komsomol leaders seemed to me like verbal diarrhea. Secondly, in the Moral Code of the Builders of a Bright Future there was a clause “in the form of morality”, in everyday life this clause is called “before marriage, no, no, God forbid” and I did not like this clause. The senior comrades strictly asked ordinary builders about the correct future on this point, and the demand from the commissars was doubly so.

So another student was appointed commissioner, who went down in history with a mocking epigram written by angry girls:

Commissar-entertainer, oh my God,

He burned all the tires and left none.

Because all he did was make fires in the evenings.

At the dawn of perestroika, I saw him on TV, he rose to the rank of 3rd secretary of the district committee. Eh, I thought bitterly, but in his place it could have been me…

For the third time, D. tried to intervene in my fate at the end of my studies, when he told me: yesterday at a meeting of the department they decided on the issue of keeping me in graduate school at the department, but one teacher was against it, you can go to the head of the department, prof. Balandin to clarify the issue. I refused for two reasons. Firstly, after six years of living on a student scholarship (45 rubles), I had to live for another six years on a graduate student scholarship (60 rubles), and secondly, at that time I was very preoccupied with my wedding with Irina Sh.

All three of these incidents occurred during our studies, but there was another incident years later, when my dear D., according to him, began to visit America. And since the road from Lipetsk, where he lived, to America lay through my Chertanovo, he visited me twice and once again tried to encourage me to do great things.

I treated him to fish soup (in America, I suppose, they don’t serve the former!), he winced and grumbled: what kind of fish soup is this, this is canned soup. I was only abroad once, in Istanbul, as a “shuttle” and was amazed that they didn’t have the first one there.

There, a local sexton approached me and persuaded me to start smuggling, saying that they allegedly have a shortage of nipples for car cameras, next time, they say, bring a handful in your pocket, they are tiny, customs will not notice. But this cunning sexot was never able to resolve the issue with the first one.

So, my D. says, they say, the Americans are very curious about our perestroika, I could take you to America so that I could give them a lecture on this topic, but can you? And he looked at me searchingly, waiting for a reaction, like, yes, don’t worry, I’ll hurt myself.

But I refused. For for twelve years I listened to and took notes on lectures; it made me so sad that I wrote a parody of the lectures with such strong expressions that not a single publishing house dared to publish them. Not for any money. The Prose portal is so cowardly that one letter “x” with three dots brings their censorship into a stupor. Guard, this is checkmate! Finally, the Triumph publishing house made up its mind. Thank you. They eased my soul, I at least repaid the lecturers a little for all my humiliation. Now, when I hear the word “lectures,” my hand takes the gun off the safety.

Years passed, my D. called less and less, then he got into a car accident, suffered a concussion, he still called, but he was already speaking chaotically and talking. But just recently he corrected me, it’s correct to say Polish, but not Polish, or asked my opinion about the anti-Zionist D., which made me a little wary, whether he was hooked on the Jewish question. Soon I was informed that D. had died. The Kingdom of heaven. And now and ever and unto ages of ages.

Now it’s time to return to the times of our youth and talk about what, in fact, this story was started for. We will talk about tireless womanizers, of which our hero was a prominent representative. There have always been womanizers, along with strongmen, thinkers and artists, sometimes one does not interfere with the other.

The most famous womanizer of antiquity was Prince Vladimir. The prince, according to the chronicler, “was insatiable in fornication” and did not tolerate refusal, so he even forced the rebellious princess Rogneda, but was forgiven and justified by his descendants for being the first to join the party of monotheism and attracting many new members to it (please forgive the inaccuracy, they say, his grandmother was the first, the substitution is conscious).

Among modern womanizers, one can note N. Governor B.N. knocked up so many girls that it is impossible to count the number of heirs of the deceased. But he is still far from the governor of the city, Fulov, about whom M. Saltykov-Shchedrin told us, who “doubled the city’s population.”

Even in difficult Puritan times, we did not have any womanizers. Once the Leader was informed that one large military rank did not miss a single skirt in his garrison.

— What are we going to do, Comrade S.? — asked the informer.

— What do we do? What will we do… We will envy. The leader himself was not a monk and, due to his youth, took advantage of an 18-year-old Siberian woman in distant Kureika.

Many novels and poems have been written about womanizers. N. Nekrasov, in his great poem “Who in Rus’…” casually mentions a womanizer who pretended to be a singing teacher and contracted to teach singing to unmarried village women in one large settlement. Of course, he held a casting and recruited a troupe of suitable candidates.

All winter the red girls locked themselves in the barn with him.

From there you could hear singing, and more often squeals and laughter.

But how did it all end?

He didn’t teach them to sing, but spoiled them all.

This womanizer was distinguished by the fact that even the severe frost was not a hindrance to him.

But, of course, the most famous womanizer was Eugene from the novel of the same name in the verses of our first poet. Eugene was distinguished by the fact that he chose only hard-to-reach candidates for the siege, married or unmarried, it didn’t matter. The main thing for him was not the result, but the long preparatory process, for which he had a special scientific method:

There was a science of tender passion,

Which Nazon sang…

Experts cannot understand why he rejected the beauty Larina, who was going into her own hands, hanging herself around her neck. That’s why I rejected it. There can be many reasons for these matters. Here is the banal “not my taste” (a rude person will say, “I can’t get it up”). There is also satiety from victories at 23 years old. He was also not satisfied with easy accessibility; he loved a difficult and long siege. But the main thing is that by this time his priorities had changed:

He was overcome with anxiety

Wanderlust…

In the photo: Swimming pool “Moscow”. Larina and Onegin: Zhenya is trying to persuade Tanechka: he cannot take his eyes off her fifth number.

“No, Zhenya, and no again, it’s impossible, don’t even dream of it, although I still want you, why lie, but I’m already married to General Gremin, and only he caresses me at night, in a rude manner.” there…

How strange you guys are: when she was dressed, you weren’t interested at all. He saw me in my bra and panties and disappeared. I noticed that men are especially aroused by the color white. I want to take off my white bra, so that my tits fall out and squeeze them, I want to pull off my white panties, spread my thighs and fuck you and forget everything in the world, just move X. in my P…, faster, faster and cum in me… I know there is no greater happiness for men… there is nothing sweeter than eating a desired woman and feeling your X for a long time, so tender, so hot and such a tight P. Cum, take a break and again insert your X into my P. and so many times as long as you have the strength…

But now you and I are not allowed, but then in the garden it was possible, I was ready for anything… Oh, if then in the garden I had been dressed as I am now, you, Zhenya, would not have gone anywhere, you would have forgotten all the words, you would have been staring at chest, thighs and silently began to pull off my panties… and only then began to repent and make excuses…

But then I was a virgin — a tasty morsel for any man, and you didn’t want it, which offended you. Now I’m a woman, and you wanted it, but my husband fucked me for two years, on my honeymoon, night and day. Then there was casual sex — such is a woman’s lot: sometimes you have to give it to a relative: sometimes to a brother-in-law, sometimes to a brother-in-law, sometimes to a cousin, sometimes to a brother-in-law, or even to a lieutenant. But you don’t want to, the resentment hasn’t gone away… although…

— Confess, Zhenya, have you ever broken the virgins of capital beauties?

— Tanya, are you interested in my exploits in intimate matters? Yes, I had to sleep with innocent young ladies, but much more often with widows and married ladies. And always in different ways. We’ll just lie down with the widow and immediately without words… And the married woman had to be persuaded half the night, even though they were both lying naked under the blanket. She: oh, I’m so ashamed, I’m embarrassed and shy, and I’m afraid of publicity. Well, you coax the virgin all night, only in the morning he would take off his panties and spread his thighs…

Did they become lovers? Well, they’re all widows, if not mistresses, then there were two or three more meetings. Married — half firmly said no to the offer to meet again. And I have never encountered virgins again: the deflorator has done its job and go for a walk with confidence…

— Don’t look like that, I didn’t see number five, it made me blush… Do you really want to fuck me instead of your husband? Some day? Someday — no, but if only… Right now… In the pool… Then maybe I’ll give you… Oh, what are you doing to me… taking off your white panties and how did you do it, I feel your X. In my P., there I’ve never been to anyone’s X. except my husband, e. you eat right in the water… how sweet it is, how wonderful, how nice, I’m flying away into the clouds… you’ve already finished, let’s do more, now e. as much as you can and want A said that you love me only as a sister… and that you eat like a yard girl in a stable…

***

The lieutenant fucked me just as passionately, brought a package for my husband, and at home there was only me in a dressing gown, my tits and thighs were visible, and he was so young and slender and I suddenly wanted him to eat me. Al, well, it’s morning, I’m half asleep, stretched, sighed and pierced him with a look and began to unbutton the buttons of my robe, even more revealing my charms: why was I staring at tits and thighs and ass, blushing, I really want to eat. As for the general’s wife, if you want, if you want, don’t deny it, how your fly is bulging out, then act, there’s no other case. It won’t be a good idea to hit the general’s wife with cancer… she bent down and threw back the hem of her robe, exposing her ass… Oh, these are completely different passions when you eat someone else’s wife, without asking her name, by chance, for free, with the risk of being caught, even if she’s twice as old, or even three times…

— Well, that’s enough, my boy, my hero, I’m quite happy… one more time? Will you be in time, your husband should be back from work in an hour? If I wave well, will you be in time?

Oh… persuaded… come on… No, no, no new meetings: give it once, by chance, that’s possible, but having a lover is impossible.

***

But three years ago I was younger, unkissed, asked you to break my virginity in writing and you refused. Why? And now, when I, a fucked-up woman, another broke my virginity, for the first month the bed creaked all night long, and I still didn’t get pregnant, — you lusted after me and eat so much that I could get pregnant.. Why?

— Yes, it’s simple, then I just couldn’t get hard and you were dressed so tightly, but most importantly, you said “yes” too immediately, although I had not yet had time to ask. And now I barely saw you in a bikini, almost naked, gorgeous tits, awesome thighs and such tight panties that barely covered P., promising unspeakable pleasure, and most importantly, you said “no”, I won’t give it, although in a choked voice, I immediately stood up and here I am ready to be not only second, but even twenty-second… just to rip off your bra and pull off your panties, squeeze your tits with my palms, unclench your thighs and shove my X. into your P. frantically and frantically…

— Well, okay, okay, that’s enough already in the pool, I’ll give you one more time in the shower, it’s warmer there, give me your panties… there I’ll take off my bra and squeeze my tits, men can’t do without this…

Now every Friday Tanya Gremina visited the pool with a subscription, Zhenya accidentally appeared there, their bodies were pressed together, their swimming trunks slipped down one leg, her breasts fell out of her bra and frequent small waves came from them in circles… (they didn’t pay attention to this, since there were also other couples with circles on the water). Having swum enough and enjoying each other, the panties were put back in place, and the tits in the bra… After the allotted time, Tanya gave birth and Zhenya was the godfather of the boy, but that’s a completely different story…

the distance of a free novel.

Alas, a womanizer is a womanizer; as soon as he got Tanya, he switched to her sister Olga. Of course, a real womanizer rarely looks for a second meeting, one is enough for him, moreover, having started in the evening with one, he sometimes meets the morning in the arms of another. Tanya was an exception, but on the third Friday he did not come to the pool, he was busy with Olga.

Olga Larina: Then, at my sister’s name day, Onegin danced with me all evening and squeezed my tits and persuaded me, and I agreed: I’ll give it to you when everyone falls asleep. And Volodya Lensky is still a boy: he hasn’t kissed or touched tits yet. But Evgeniy suddenly left without saying goodbye: here’s the capital’s ladies’ man, he deceived the girl.

Years passed, Tanya was married to a general, I was married to a lancer, we already had children, and then Evgeniy showed up and his sister boasted that he had finally captured her by half-deception, she thought that it wouldn’t work in the water, but he managed to get her in, and then I inserted it wherever there were two of us.

I was jealous, because then he wanted me, not her. And chance brought us together or he set it up that we ended up together and I got delayed gratification, also in the shower and also on the bed, and then in the elevator, when I went out to see him off, but not in the pool, I don’t go to the pool, I don’t swim I can… and made peace with my sister.

I wanted to start with small talk, where I was, what I saw, let’s remember that evening, where it was, Onegin was already completely different, right away: no need for words, Olga Dmitrievna, let me fuck quickly.

— Zheka, let me at least go to the shower. -And I’m with you.

— Oh, honey, well, fuck me, I want it from behind first…

And now the water is pouring, and he is already fucking… And he didn’t kiss or squeeze the tits, but he praised the ass and P. What else can you expect from a womanizer. Ah, this is delayed gratification: better late than never…

— Well, Zhenya, I understand what you lost. And happiness was so possible if you had come to the gazebo then… made me a woman and I would have married Volodya, I certainly wasn’t going to marry you, but to have such a lover… I would have given it to my husband every night, and I would have given it to you every Friday in the gazebo and all three would be happy… So I dreamed then…

Yes, Tanya and I are different. Then in the village she asked Onegin to break her virginity, he refused, and even scolded her, she was offended: someday she will ask, but I won’t give it. But in this matter one cannot deny…

But I didn’t ask then, but he himself wanted me. During the last dance, catignon, she whispers: can you feel my end? — Oh. — Come to the gazebo in the garden at midnight, I’ll break your virginity. — Oh. I came, but he didn’t come and I wasn’t offended. Apparently circumstances did not allow it, although what could be more important than depriving a young woman of her innocence.

Tanya assures that she didn’t give it to anyone except her husband, I think it happened, but she won’t admit it. And I don’t hide the fact that if there is a moment, the two of us are together for at least a couple of hours, not one shy away from trying to please the lady. It’s enough to look him in the eyes correctly and he throws me on my back and pulls off his panties and mine…

And if he’s timid, I throw him on his back myself, pull off both his and mine underpants and climb on top of him… and sit on his X. and he’s mine…

PS

There is a book, a movie, an opera, a ballet about my fate, and everywhere I am portrayed as almost a nun; I have known only one man and resolutely refused my wife.

This is not so, I’m not a heartless doll: after all, Zhenya realized the mistake of his youth when he didn’t break my virginity right in the garden on a bench, repented and received forgiveness many times, secretly from everyone in the pool.

Years passed, the pool was covered with earth, burying the place of my meetings with Zhenya, God’s house was built on this place and I already have three children.

I no longer had regular lovers.

But if on Friday I accidentally found myself alone with a young boy, about 18 years old, a friend of my eldest son, or even just with an unfamiliar, archival young man, and he began to passionately undress me with his eyes and closed the door with a bolt, then I drew the curtains on the window, threw away the crimson takes it, slowly took off her panties, unbuttoned the buttons on her chest, showing her tits: I’m not a heartless doll…

A minute later Cupid is already frolicking between our legs and I whisper: Zheka, you are with me again…

Yes, after forty-five I sometimes “played naughty” with mustacheless youths of about eighteen years old; they prefer to lose their virginity with a mature lady, often with their own aunt or a friend’s mother, who are well over forty-five. What can I say, my son, eat. Al neighbor Aunt Frosya, a friend’s mother. I came in, but there was no friend, only Frosya was half naked. — Aunt Frosya, excuse me, I’m off. — Wait a minute, help me fasten my bra in the back. And she bent over, smacked her butt, and he got an erection. And now his hands are on her tits, and H. is in her P.

— Aunt Frosya, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, Kh. got in there himself, and it’s so good there that nothing can be said in a fairy tale. -Come on, yeah, while my husband is away.

I didn’t know this for a long time, but Frosya boasted: but yours sometimes comes to see me. — Why else? — Yes, it helps me fasten my bra from behind. Hee hee hee.

Oh, how timidly they ask, give it to them, how they are afraid of refusal and that it won’t work out. Well, how can you not respond, meet halfway and help you gain confidence.

But most importantly, I wanted to make up for lost time: I didn’t work up at all before getting married. Usually, young girls try to work up to their husband: they learn to kiss early, lose their virginity and try different partners of different ages, observing the main rule so as not to get pregnant: “e.g. “at-e.i., but don’t cum in the body.” They say to the hottest: I’ll give it only with an elastic band. But anything can happen: one couldn’t cum in the elastic band, so he tore it off, inserted naked X. and immediately came. But of course I allowed E. to eat naked X., hoping that due to the large age difference it would work out to great mutual satisfaction. And if sometimes she said affectionately and quietly, “No, I won’t give it, I’m so embarrassed, how embarrassing it is to give food to someone the same age as my son, okay, put it in my “cave,” where there’s so much honey, so long as my husband doesn’t find out,” then only, to provoke a little, and I’m already taking off my panties, showing my thighs and the silky fur of my pubis and exposing my tits…

Yes, at forty-five, the woman started eating the berry again, and then my sons and nephews grew up and began to take an interest in this matter… And now my peers are whispering and bragging: I gave it to my nephew yesterday, and my nephew has been eating me for a month, how cute it is and touching: a mustacheless, unkissed, skinny boy eats a big, plump adult lady. There used to be a big guy who only did it half a time and was already tired, but then he did it three times and I was already tired, and he’s Aunt Dusya, give me more, I want more, but why do you need so much, but you, he says, have such a sweet P., how can you do that? kind word to refuse…

And then sister Olga admitted: I gave it to your Seryozha. How could she? Yes, I could do that, he squeezed me, I want you, be my first, and I swam. The first time I regulated it myself so that he wouldn’t finish ahead of time, but the second time, like an adult, by the time he finished, I came three times… How about you, my friend, didn’t pester me? Don’t blush, I know you won’t admit it, but I’m on the contrary, even if it wasn’t, I’ll lie like three boxes, saying that he stuck me in this way and that and in all three holes. I would give it to my son myself, but he doesn’t want me, he only dreams about you…

Otherwise, why do we live on this sinful earth…

***

Intellectuals, of course, will talk about nobility, saying that this time he wanted to take her only after the wedding. Note that the rule: “not my type” applies not only to representatives of the stronger sex. Here the poet is indignant:

I knew indifferent beauties

Cold, clean like winter,

Relentless, incorruptible

Incomprehensible to the mind.

And I admit, I ran from them

And I imagine I read with horror

Above their eyebrows is the inscription of hell:

Give up hope forever.

Alas, the poet is mistaken here; these beauties are not always indifferent and cold, but only if the object is not to their taste. It is curious that Lermontov’s Pechorin not only did not strive for the finale, but even the preliminary process itself did not interest him very much. “I often ask myself why I work so hard to achieve the love of the unfortunate Princess Mary, whom I don’t want to seduce…” These are the times. Hello. What is this, I ask you, if not a kind of perversion; Well, it’s a kind of deviation, for sure. Ladies should hate this.

But in the great book “Quiet Don”, on the contrary, all the heroes, main and secondary, certainly immediately achieved their goal and certainly with the use of force. The old man was forcing the main character, although she was not yet twenty, but only nineteen years old, but she was his relative. Then the neighbor, the main character, took possession of her, already a married lady, half by force: he grabbed her and dragged her to a secluded place, and she: let him go, I’ll go myself. Then an arrogant nobleman used it, taking advantage of his relaxed, half-asleep state. A young Cossack, I think his last name was Korshunov, lured a young Cossack girl, I don’t remember her name, into the reeds and violated her. The serving Cossacks committed a mischief with the marking woman Fronya. There are no other love stories in this chaste novel.

***

I happened to know womanizers at different stages of life: at school, technical school and college. I was even friends with three of them to one degree or another. Everyone had different tastes and preferences. One preferred only fat women, chubby women twice or three times his age, the other was fond of relatives of any age and build, until they were all gone. Well, he doesn’t look at strangers, but our hero D. almost every week broke the virginity of another Izmailovo beauty of model appearance.

Gena Gribov was two years older than me, because he was a repeat student twice. But I had my first intimate experience immediately after graduating from school and turning 18, and immediately bragged to me: yesterday I finally screwed Aunt Dunya, she’s like my aunt, either my dear one or a cousin, it doesn’t matter, I’ve been asking for a long time, in some way… that moment I understood, I wanted her, but she gave it only after finishing school, right on the stove, where we often slept with her and were very afraid that her mother would scare us away and disperse us, the first time this was such an exciting thing, I entered her until the morning, she: that’s enough already, go away, I’m happy, and I: I can’t leave, I’m hard again, give me one more time… — oh, so insatiable, I really didn’t expect it. We agreed that we would sleep with her all month, and maybe all summer…

A few days later, he did this with her mother Glafira: (he came, but Dunya didn’t), she protested, fought back: I’m already too old for this, there hasn’t been a man for twenty years and suddenly someone so young wants me, I don’t even know what to do, — but not very much, she just provoked: no, no, I won’t give it, don’t, don’t do this, why do you need me too, you’re making love with your daughter, I immediately understood what happened to you, then they made noise, giggled and suddenly fell silent and Dunyasha suddenly seemed to be in fright “ah-oh” and moaned and moaned all night with voluptuousness, but I didn’t show it, it’s a young thing, Dunya will return in three days, be patient, then come, but what? what are you doing, I haven’t told you “yes” yet, and you’re already eating…

Well, yes, she was “no-no,” but I managed to throw her to the floor, climb on top of her, and we silently continued the playful struggle, finally, I spread her thighs, the entrance opened and I planted X. all the way into her gorgeous P..She gasped loudly and protractedly, as if I had broken her virginity, and fell silent…

While she refused to give, I entered her three times and each time at the end, instead of “no,” she suddenly began to scream, squirm with her whole body, scratch my back and sink her lips into my neck, like a touchy girl who took X for the first time. to my P.: well, I’m happy, I’m leaving, you’re very good on the floor, on the rug, your butt springs well and gives in…

She: no, now don’t rush to leave, stay with me a little longer, let’s do it one more time… on the stove… and tell me words of love, even if it’s for fun, otherwise I won’t give it to you tomorrow, because we have three days for love… well, if a woman asks…

I’ll tell you, I didn’t notice the difference, whether it’s a daughter or a mother, everything is the same for them. It’s incredible, but Glasha turned out to be more tender, sensitive and temperamental: I fucked her, and she suddenly screamed: what are you doing? — it’s from pleasure, you brought me to the peak of passion, it’s very pleasant, continue, don’t stop, more often, deeper, like this… it didn’t even happen with my husband and only once — with one ardent lover…

Both village women were busty and big-assed, and of course they were older, and in the future he only preferred those. We had a four-year school in our village, and in the fifth year we went to the village of Lichadeevo. Genka ended up staying with a landlady of about forty, a real Kustodiev merchant’s wife, he asked to go to the bathhouse with her, she: don’t bother me, I’ll whip you with a broom, it’s too early for you to think about it. and he swore that he would just rub your back, of course he deceived her, as soon as they undressed, he had already grabbed her into his arms, she felt his “end” and spread her thighs and he easily mastered her, standing… and then also sitting and lying and from behind ...forgot why they came to the bathhouse…

Since then it has been like this; He didn’t succeed with young people, but as soon as he found himself together with a plump lady of respectable age and with a respectable ass, he immediately found understanding, she whispered: why are you in such a hurry, we haven’t met yet, and you’ve already taken out your “tool”…

Here is such a young womanizer Gena, and you are talking about the “exploits of a young Don Juan” somewhere in France.

In the picture: Aunt Dunya, the first love of second-year student Gena Gribov, gave it to him on the stove at the end of school: so be it, I’ve been asking for three years… there hasn’t been a man for a long time, but if he pleases me, I can give him one, I’ve been asking for three years… there’s been no man for a long time, but if you like me, I can become your mistress… I’ll give you a month of love, but why, I have all my tits and butt of considerable size…

In the picture: Aunt Polya (or Glasha?) — the second love of the overgrown Gena, gave him on the floor after a brief struggle: no, no, I won’t give it, you have Dusya, why else do we have the same cunt… for owning such a plump I had to fight, but I won… well, okay, I persuaded her, don’t pull her panties, I’ll take them off myself… Eh, she has such gorgeous thighs that if I were a poet, I would devote a whole ode to them:

Polina’s breasts, her cheeks

Lovely, dear friends,

But only Polina’s thighs

Always sweeter for me:

They promise an immodest look

Such a priceless reward.

They’re always so tightly squeezed

So that the adversary does not get it.

Anyone is ready to get married at least

To finally loosen them!

And for me, Aunt Polya is my first love, she gave it to me on the bed, without a fight, like a nephew, but she was only wearing a thong… ah, this unforgettable night, many years have passed, but I still remember this night, its hot, honeyed P.

In the photo: the landlady from Lichadeevo Lyuba, the third love of the young womanizer Gena, gave it to him in the bathhouse: what kind of lodger Gena is you, a deceiver, you only promised to rub your back, but you ask him to eat, as I will now give you a broom on a standing X… well, What, what have you got up to me, will you endure it, will fall off, unable to endure it, well then… Let me give it to you tomorrow on the sand by the river, do you want it in the bathhouse and by the river? Well then…

***

I myself am far from a womanizer, but like Gena Gribov, my first intimate experience was with a relative with Aunt Polya and much later than Gena.. After seven years, I entered a technical school and was offered to live with relatives, if there were any in the city.

So I ended up with Aunt Polya, she was twice a widow and gave me her double bed.

I wake up, there’s a hot woman’s ass next to me. I immediately got hard and although I had never had intimate experience before, I instinctively knew what to do. He turned this naked aunt on her back, she was only wearing a thong, bit the ribbon, the entrance THERE opened, with one hand — behind the tit, with the other — behind the pubis. And she gave in to me, silently spread her thighs and bent her knees. My H. entered her P. at that very moment, and here I am in heaven…

It was incomparable pleasure and pleasure, the first time he will be remembered for the rest of his life, and she had such a hot, sweet, honey and tight P. She gasped slightly and whispered: bolder, bolder, boy, and your aunt, no be shy and don’t be ashamed, you are doing good and right with whom else but your own aunt to start with, you’re not the first, this is what many nephews do when the time comes, the first thing they do is ask their aunt: let me fuck you, that’s how it happened when I was 18, I also started with my uncle, deeper, deeper, but don’t rush, my dear nephew, now faster, oh-oh-oh… The bed creaked all night… And I was only 18 then, and she was about 35—40.

And in the morning:

— How are you? Liked? I love to talk both during and after. This is your first time eating a woman. al? You just walked in, looked at my ass, blushed, and I realized: we were going to have a night of great love.

This is the first time X entered P. What were you thinking? How did you feel?

— Aunt Polya, why are you right: I didn’t think about anything, but the men long ago defined my feelings as heavenly pleasure. But you so easily say words like H., P., I’ve never heard from women.

This made me hard. Sit, sit, I’ll love you in the chair on the road.

— No, not in a chair, but on the road, love me through my ass, like this… now put your hands on my hips and string and pull my ass onto your X… How I love it when my balls knock on my “buns”…

— Well, it’s time for you to go to class, what a pity, how little you, my dear boy, loved your beautiful aunt, just one night, and I would like to add a day. Maybe you can introduce me to a student friend for whom a woman comes first, and then lectures?

— Go away, think, decide, while you study, you can live with me, the bed is big, you will eat me at least every night and even during the day, I’ll give you, even from the front, even from behind, even from the side, or even I’ll sit on your X. on top. and you will see how my tits are jumping…

But I chose to study.

That same morning I came to the director of the technical school and asked for a place in the dormitory: my aunt’s was not comfortable for me, there was only one narrow bed and they made me a bed on the floor.

I didn’t visit her anymore, I was stunned by her pressure, I was afraid to get attached, to become a slave to her pi. Yes, and was completely absorbed in his studies, but after graduating from college, he went to say goodbye to her and immediately threw her across the bed.

— Shurik, wait a minute, did you get your diploma? Where is it distributed? I’m currently in an active period, there may be a delay, let me put on an elastic band for you, then feel free to?

— Aunt Polya then, then, I waited for four years to feel the tenderness and sweetness of your P again… No rubber bands, I just want naked. Oh, what thighs you have, what an ass, what tits, I could squeeze them all my life, but tomorrow I’ll go on the road. Well, now I’ll answer: I’m assigned to Taganrog, I have to work for three years, then I want to go to college and only then get married. I don’t recognize rubber bands, I want to feel your body, if you get pregnant, decide for yourself. I can only fuck you, but not marry you, still relatives.

And the bed creaked again all night, as if there had never been a four-year break.

“You’re so hard on me, it’s hard to break my virginity like that.” And my neighbor’s uncle broke it for me; his standing was weak and he fiddled with it for a long time. Did you have any girls, or no one for four years? Well, Taganrog is a big city, full of southern beauties, not like Kulebaki. You want more? You’re hungry, boy. What an insatiable… Well, it was or wasn’t, and without a rubber band… You don’t regret that you missed four years, and happiness was so close, it’s so possible…

— No, I don’t regret it, it’s either study or a mistress. Those students who chose a woman were quickly expelled. He fry it all night and doze off during class in the morning. A mistress is not a wife; she won’t be satisfied just once. What does happiness mean? We can’t get married, we can only fuck.

— Happiness is when a woman finds her X., and a man finds his P. This happens rarely. Usually they just live together, run a joint household, fulfill their marital duty, sometimes they go to the left, don’t find anything new, and that’s where it all ends. How can you recognize yours or yours?

Just. Baba yells right away, and not at the end, like most. And the man feels like he has gone to heaven. Sometimes a man brags: yesterday he fucked the manicurist all night, and when he nailed him, he felt like he was in heaven. This is just a figure of speech, of course more pleasant than if he moved his penis with his hand, but nothing more.

A real paradise, when he thinks about nothing else, only about her, and the next day he forgot his manicurist and is already putting wedges under the young pharmacist:

— I need five packs of product number two.

— Where do you need so much, man?

— Let’s meet in the evening, beauty, I’ll explain.

— Oh, I put some paint on it, but I don’t like it with the product.

— So much the better, let’s agree…

— And if…

— And that’s nothing…

— What if I haven’t yet…

— Well then, very good…

And it was very rare that he and she found each other. So you came in and I realized you wanted me: why not give it to another new guy, even a young one. At night, you gently hugged my naked waist from behind, squeezed my tits and entered me. And I felt — this is my X., which I had been looking for for 20 years and wanted to scream, but I restrained myself so as not to scare off the first mover, I just clenched my teeth and moaned sweetly.

Alas, it turned out that I am not your woman, otherwise you would not have exchanged me for study. This is precisely the point, and not the fact that you are half your age, and I am your own aunt. Of course, when you came to say goodbye, I was already screaming, without holding back, because I realized that you already knew that this was from the highest pleasure and fucked, not paying attention.

My H. was with me for only two nights; for many, this was not the case and they did not know what it meant to immediately fly away into the clouds.

***

Of course, I was happy these two nights with this gorgeous lady: although I was her forty-first, she was my first and I perceived her as a priceless reward.

This is the first time I saw her in a dressing gown: everything seems to be covered, but for some reason I can see her high breasts and amazing thighs and alluring ass. Who is the lucky one who eats her? Of course she will never give it to me.

And in the village we have more busty and big-assed women, and some even hinted that they wouldn’t mind giving it to me, but I didn’t respond to the hints: either the time hadn’t come, or I was afraid that I couldn’t handle it. But all these women weren’t breathtaking, that’s all. And she is a beautiful white city girl, she will never hint or give me a hint, she is not on the same level.

And suddenly this naked hot ass was at my side at night, of course, I joyfully and tenderly pressed against it, but H. was looking for her “front”, found it and immediately entered and I found myself in heaven. She later insisted that this was not a real paradise and that she was not my woman. But at that moment I didn’t know any other paradise.

She is one of those women who is an unapproachable queen in any company, but in bed she is a real larva: she will squeeze out all her strength during the night and will squeeze it out every night: for her, intimacy is above all else in life, everything else comes later.

Perhaps that is why several husbands left her: a discrepancy in intimate desires. I intuitively understood this and broke up with her after the first night.

***

She then gave birth, but she speaks not from me, but from a neighbor who visited her all these four years. But she seemed to be putting a rubber band on him…

— Aunt Polya, what is this with us, love?

— Of course, my boy. You and I have true earthly love.

Love is… You just walked in, and I was already sitting on the bed, I was wearing only a bra and stockings, and you immediately, without preparation, without undressing, threw me across the bed on my back, my legs flew up onto your shoulders and you grabbed my tits and planted it all the way. And you and I found ourselves in heaven until the morning. Well, like Adam and Eve, when they ate an apple and he got hard on her for the first time and Eve immediately understood what to do, spread her thighs and took him into her bosom.

And I rejoice and throw you up so that you enter me sharper and deeper and bite your neck and scratch your back and scream with pleasure. This is true love, I don’t know the other and I don’t want to know. For love there is neither a relative nor a stranger, only a man and a woman. When I give birth to a son from you, he will grow up and first of all I will teach him to love with earthly love, just as Eve taught Cain, Abel and Seth…

You can’t understand other women with their minds.

In the photo: my first woman, blonde Aunt Polya, I spent only two sultry nights with her. Aunt Polya, take your hand away from your crotch, let me, my dear, into your honey “closet” and let me enjoy your body, I know that you only want THERE and nowhere else…

When we parted, she gave me a card and wrote: “let the other one love you the way I loved you: only let you fuck without a rubber band as much as you wanted.” Sometimes I look at this photo before I lie down on my lover’s bed.

***

A few years later I entered the Moscow Technical Institute and again was faced with the choice of studying or being a woman. We were settled as freshmen in the Moscow region, Art. Ilyinka, an old woman from the summer house turned to me: help me dig up the garden, I’ll pay. She dug up: I can introduce you to a lady who is pleasant in all respects, older than you, of course, but very fuckable, married, but her husband is underwhelmed. It happens that if you get along, you can eat her at least every day without any obligations, only for mutual pleasure.

We met, grandma: well, get to know each other, talk, and I went. The lady, without saying a word, sat down on the bed across, leaned back and lifted her legs, saying, there is no need for any conversations, just f.e. I walked up, patted her on the thighs, rubbed my butt over P., a spark appeared, I got up… the bed creaked, she behaved lazily, closed her eyes, bliss and bliss spread across her face, and only the third time she perked up and began to wave. Both liked it.

Then they talked: you will eat only during the day, at night I sleep with my husband, he is older than you and eats lazily, not like you, what, you haven’t had a woman for a year, you pounced, you know, and wanted to get everything to the bottom, and tits I squeezed it, and it’s so nice, but my husband doesn’t want to do it every night, and even then he doesn’t even touch his tits, but what can I do, I have to fulfill my marital duty…

But during the day, I say, I attend lectures and coloquiums, which takes up all my energy and time. And I chose to study; I never learned her name or my grandmother’s name, just as they didn’t know mine.

We lived in Ilyinka for only two semesters, then all of us “Capricorns” were transferred to Izmailovo. And during this time I learned that I was not the only one who passed the test: what do you want to learn more or to fuck? And there were different types of ladies and babushkas, and some students could not pass the test, so they were bewitched by their lady, they only wanted to eat and were expelled for absenteeism. But I didn’t see this hot lady again, only warm memories remained and “in my dreams they disturb my heart”: oh, these slender legs of a stranger on my shoulders, oh, these tender thighs in my hands, oh, this lush ass, what I pull on my X., ah, it’s hot and tight and sweet, sweet, her P., nothing in the world compares with this fun thing. And I chose boring studies. Well, wasn’t he a fool?

In Izmayovo, the role of grandmother-procuress was played by Borisov Ponds and Izmailovsky Park, where on the banks and in the bushes local ladies and girls loved to fool around with students, applicants and even schoolchildren… Well, in winter, students brought ladies and girls to their student bunk to celebrate the passing of the exam; both the commandant and the watchman treated this with understanding.

Jedem das Seine!

Here she is, the Ilyinsk dacha stranger. What hips, what thighs! After graduating from university, I went to Ilyinka, a whim struck me, I wanted to say goodbye. I only found a grandmother-pimp. “You’re late, guy, the train has left, she doesn’t live here anymore.” Did you really think that she would be waiting for you, but she changed people like you every year, she was poor, loving, loved to play pranks with students, like me many years ago. And now sometimes I watched how the student tore her and became envious. And she’s such a quickie: sometimes I haven’t even left yet, and she’s already yelling, a student has planted her, and I’m glad. But there is a shift, I can introduce you… No? Just want Nadyukha? Oh, it’s a strange time now, perestroika…

The other day, I propose to introduce the student to young Lenochka. And he: he says, I want you as a matchmaker. Me: no, no, I haven’t done this for twenty years. And he said: let’s shake things up with old times and took out his boner. My thighs spread apart on their own… The boy was so happy… What can happen… Well, so how?..

This is what she is like — this Ilyin matchmaker:

— I had a funny incident. It was necessary to select a suitable student for the customer, young Lenochka. Lena got married early, her husband is constantly away for work. He’ll come back, throw the stick, and then he’ll be gone again for a month or two. And I brought her together with a student through bed. I insinuatingly tell him: tomorrow I’ll introduce Lenochka, you can eat her if you like it. And he suddenly: I want to fuck you, Aunt Shura, today, now.

— You can’t do that, boy. I never gave it to clients, and in general…

— Nothing..

— But I…

— Nothing…

— But I…

— Nothing…

We bickered with him for a long time, I, no, he, yes. The client was inflamed, maybe it was her own fault, the robe I was wearing was a little short, my thighs were visible, and he blurted out: he will love forever and will die at my feet if I don’t give him, well, all the nonsense that young lovers say, as long as his passion spreads her thighs. And of course: I haven’t had one yet, you’re my first. Did you want to start with an adult? Don’t you have an aunt? Not given? She said: I don’t give it to young people, only those of the same age. And there was no suitable teacher? She said: I give it only to exes who have reached the age of majority and only to those who undressed me in class with their eyes and came in my pants. And how happy they were when they undressed me with their hands and came inside me naked…

— And I was not one of them.

— Poor him.

Why are you sticking it in my thighs… Past, past, in the wrong direction, now there. Oh, how nice, how soft and thick you are…

— Well, okay, I persuaded the matchmaker, if only once…

And once it lasted for a whole honeymoon. But he’s eighteen and needs a lot, but I… oh, I won’t say how much, and I need less. She invited Lenochka to help and laid her next to her on the bed.

The student fucks me, and Lena threw back the sheet and lies half naked next to her and Vitya pecked: he left me and came on Lena. We laughed and then did this trick more than once. But youth took its toll, and soon he lost interest in me and switched to Lena. So I fulfilled my professional duty through bed: I brought two hearts together for forbidden love. The only thing is that Lena got pregnant and doesn’t know from her husband or her lover.

There were also doubts because sometimes Lena cheated on her lover. She’s a prominent girl, sometimes people pestered her on the street: girl, can I meet you? She’ll look askance, like a gentleman, nothing: no, it’s not possible, I have a husband and a lover, but I don’t have time for dating, well, well, don’t be upset, sir, today I’m in the mood, I can spare you an hour or two, provided: you don’t ask my name and then… if you’re ready to eat. If you marry an unfamiliar beauty without preparation, you won’t see her off. Do you have a place where we can retire and we won’t be disturbed?…

And this is a straw widow, young Lenochka, about twenty years old, she has such a seductive lower body, and such awesome socks that student Vitya could not resist and bent her sled… E. et:

— Helen, open your face.

— No, that’s right, I like it in the dark, so that faces are not visible. You only saw my thighs, crotch and stomach, and your X. stood up well, you entered me tightly, and you want to cum quickly, I help, I wave, what else is needed for complete pleasure of the bodies, and faces will only distract. Don’t worry, I’m a beauty, and my tits are good, I haven’t given birth yet, people turn around on the street.

And in the dark, imagine that I am Helen of Troy, and I will think that Menelaus himself is eating me. This enhances the pleasure.

These were her quirks.

True or not, both claim that they haven’t seen each other’s faces in five years. So you, guy, then refused Nadyukha: they say, love and study are incompatible, you chose study.

But Vitya successfully combined it, finished his studies almost with honors and almost every night he tore Lenochka from both front and back and never saw his face, and in the morning, like a cucumber to the institute for classes, apparently he had enough strength…

Well, what else can I add about my story with Vitya. I doubted that I did the right thing, I gave it to him, violating professional ethics, and shared my doubts with a matchmaker I knew and heard:

— What nonsense, on the contrary, the first thing I do is drag almost all my clients into bed. They are worried, they don’t work out well with women, and they came to me for help.

What if he doesn’t want to? He wants to. Any woman is full of such techniques. As a last resort, a glass of vodka for him.

Then in the morning someone invites me to become his girlfriend. This is a definite no.

— And the fact that the client wanted to cum on your thighs is wonderful, this is the pinnacle of love, the first time even this is correct. But don’t allow it in your mouth or ass, it’s wrong. Well, you, Shura, are wonderful, you’ve been working as a pimp for twenty years, but you don’t know the basic rules.

Now what? You have a choice: you can give to all clients, you are a prominent woman, juicy, sweet, it took twenty years of fasting, and once you gave it to your honeymoon. You didn’t fast, you say, they weren’t clients. The second option is to wait for the prince and have a honeymoon with him.

I also came across clients who wanted to spend a honeymoon with them, but I humbled myself, stepped on the throat of my own song, because tomorrow I have a new appointment and I will spend the night with a new client.

***

I studied at a technical school with Vitya P., we, technical school students, were sent to the village in September to harvest potatoes. Seven of us slept in the hut on the floor. On the very first morning, Vitya woke up in bed with his mistress R. He was distinguished by his omnivorous nature; ladies of all ages were suitable for him for carnal pleasures. The main thing is that they easily distinguished a womanizer and willingly met him halfway, because he does not bother with courtship and persuasion. Of course, he did not limit himself to one mistress and used other village widows and willing girls. But they resolutely refused to romantic botanists: they would start courting, read poetry, and then the potatoes were harvested and the students left for the city…

At the beginning of his intimate career, Vitya adopted all his relatives and started with his own mother. He never thought that his first time would be with her and believed that it was an accident. Lisa had too much on her name day and lay down on the made bed, lifting her dress high, exposing her entire bottom, half naked, shamelessly spreading and bending her thighs. But only the two of them celebrated their birthday. She suddenly looked at him strangely and muttered: “I’m going to bed, show me off.” He saw her inviting pose on the bed, he stood up and began a mental struggle between reason and passion.

Reason: turn away, cover her nakedness with the sheet and leave, you shouldn’t be with her for the first time…

Passion: you see her pose, she invites: I so want a man to enter me now. Don’t be shy and don’t be ashamed, you’re not the first in the village to do this, it’s a good deed, and everyone’s cunt is the same, you’ll finally learn the great secret of intimacy, you’ll receive an invaluable reward… And he couldn’t restrain himself… he settled down between her legs and entered her… and found myself on the clouds, in paradise…

Having realized that it was possible and necessary with a relative, now left alone with the other, he no longer thought about how to maintain a conversation, but only how to eat her. ah…

With one, it was enough to look intently into her eyes and turn her gaze to her crotch triangle, and she began to take off her panties…

This was not enough for another, words were needed: I haven’t had one yet, you are the first, I want to start with you, because for me you are the most beautiful and she opened her robe, and there everything was in plain sight…

The third loved to be taken half by force: undress herself, pull off her panties, throw her across the bed and bend the “sleigh”…

***

The fourth one said decisively “no”: what kind of nonsense is this, you didn’t say anything, and I didn’t hear anything… look what you wanted: let P. feel it, why on earth, I’ve never given it to anyone except my husband and I’m not going to. But no matter how furiously she refused, if he persisted and managed to seize the moment, everything worked out. Usually this moment happened in the morning: if men have a morning hard-on, then women also have something similar…

It’s the same with them: she just got up, she was relaxed, half asleep, her husband went to work without eating. al, and then Vitya showed up, showing a standing X. She suddenly lay down again and spread her thighs. Vitya later recalled:

— Glafira didn’t tell anyone that I was pestering, and I realized that there was a chance.

— Eh, that means this shy, touchy-feely girl, and she:

— No, no, don’t, you misunderstood, I told you so. that I don’t give it to anyone except my husband, at least you know who you are eating, I’m related to you, like a cousin aunt and twice as old as you and I’m not ashamed.

— How is that not true, she went to bed herself. took off her panties and spread her thighs. Not only am I not ashamed, but on the contrary, I am elated that I spent a year tracking down my married cousin, my mature aunt, for the sake of this moment of truth. It doesn’t matter all this, but what matters is that you have such tender thighs, such a lush ass, hard tits and a fucking P., so tart, hot, so tight and sweet, sweet.

— Oh, you’re a flatterer, my husband never said such compliments.

And I lay down, thinking that my husband had returned.

— And how did you understand that it’s not your husband?

— Yes, you immediately squeezed your tits with your hands, and H. entered P. without any hands, and so deeply and tightly that my breath was taken away, my heart sank into my heels, and I flew away into the clouds, and I’ve never done that with my husband was.

— Yes, when I climb on someone else’s wife, H. stands up much more firmly, like after a glass of vodka, no hands are needed, he finds the entrance himself instantly, never misses, as they say: Ivaneska — H. — a chisel… Well, I finish when I feel that the woman came three times or screamed with voluptuousness…

— Well, you finished, why don’t you take it out?

— When I fuck someone else’s wife, I don’t take it out until I throw a few “sticks,” as they say:

I ate you, dear,

Eight times without removing…

— Will you really love me for so long, because I feel you love me, my dear fuck?

— Well, it’s like that in the song, but I did it three times, no more…

But my friend, the deflorator, breaks his virginity just once and leaves, she: where are you going? — To the bathroom, I’ll be right back. And in the bathroom I used to hide, replace it and get mine three times without taking it out. And all three are happy.

— You have a strange friend, he broke his virginity and doesn’t want it anymore. My virginity was broken by a fisherman with a beard and glasses, there was a case on the Veletma River and I was about 18 years old. All summer then I went to the river in the mornings and he ate me with pleasure and more than once, as in the song:

— Fuck, he gets tired, he sits down on a pebble,

— He reads the newspaper and starts again…

“How so, but I said I didn’t give it to anyone except my husband.”

— But this was before marriage and it doesn’t count… Will we have more meetings?

— No way, I’m a womanizer in law, I don’t meet with one twice, today I’ll look after another…

***

His passion always overcame his reason. Sometimes a lady whispers: Vitya, dear, you won’t have time, your jealous husband is about to return… This will never happen to him

stopped… He, as befits a womanizer, was always content with one time, did not look for a meeting and repetitions, immediately forgot the one he used and looked for a new one…

In the photo: Lisa — Vitya Pronyaev’s first love: how did it happen that he took possession of me, half asleep and half drunk… how did I give it to him… I seemed to be against it and muttered something, and he said his own: you are the first, I want only you..oh my God, she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep… After the first one there were other relatives and he assured each one that the first one was different: no, no, I won’t, you

at least you understand who I am, I’m your mother’s sister, this is incest, what will people say, you know how old I am, you’re fit to be my son, you say, you’ve never had intimacy with a woman, I’ll be the first one with whom you want to experience heaven pleasure, well, if that’s the case, then it’s possible, e.i.

In the picture: Aunt Glasha, Vitya Pronyaev’s second love, gave it to him without words, under the gaze of passion In the photo: Aunt Shura, Vitya Pronyaev’s third love, gave it only after much persuasion: you are my first, you are the most beautiful, I will never forget your butt, and the thighs, and the tits, just wow.

— How embarrassed I am by your persuasion, how shy I am, but tell me, tell me in detail how THIS will happen, how I should lie on my back or on my stomach, how you will insert and enter me, and what should I do, wave, oh, well I don’t know — and then maybe I’ll give…

In the photo: Aunt Dusya, Vitya Pronyaev’s fourth love, gave only after a struggle: he tore off her bra, pulled off her panties, spread her thighs… wait, I’ll take off my stockings myself, I only give it when I’m naked… do you even know who you’re eating, I’m married, I have three children,

“I don’t know, but I feel that yours is the hottest and so tight and tight that it’s like I broke my virginity and I was your first, and my tits and waist look like I never gave birth..

In the photo: Aunt Zina didn’t give Vitya’s fifth love: she never gave it to anyone except her husband and never will, what a strange request: this is not betrayal, just let me feel your sweetness, I’ll just go in there and immediately take it out, even so — no, you can look at it, you can’t touch it… and how do you imagine it, “I’ll take it out right away,” but my husband, when he put it in for the first time, he didn’t take it out all night, and there’s a song about that:

I fucked you, Aglaya,

Eight times without removing…

Never say that: after such words, no woman will give you anything. Don’t be upset. Haven’t seen a woman for a long time? Two days already. And you want something new every day. Well then today you can. Damn Aunt Klava, she said she would give it to you. She has the same pussy as me, my husband said. What do you collect? At the same time, you can check how many times you can without taking it out. And no one has ever been able to take it out right away. Here reason is silent, but passion speaks: I put it in like that, don’t stop…

In the photo: Aunt Klava, Vitya’s sixth love, gave it in the reeds near the Nucha River, took off her panties herself, fucked her three times without taking it out… And whispered: Zina, cutie, she still gave it to you, my queen. And for the first time I changed the rule: I met her again the next day, I didn’t whisper another name, if only she had such a passionate P., you put it in, you don’t want to take it out…

But I was never with her, although I lived in the house opposite. I used to watch from afar, go out into my garden topless, take off my panties and sunbathe, then, bending gracefully (who would take me), water myself from a garden watering can. And I close my eyes to overcome the temptation, so as not to jump over the fence and hit her from behind: but it’s impossible, because she is my mother’s younger sister and the betrothed bride…

Whether it’s Vitya: I don’t care whose sister or fiancee she is, I see what she wants and jumped over the fence… She then: if tomorrow you still want, come to the river at noon in the reeds, I won’t let you here, it’s too risky, nephew he’s watching from the bushes, maybe he even saw how you and I are making love here and was worried that he could be in your place, but I hinted to him that while I’m not married, I’ll give him, but he didn’t dare to take it, now I’ll be married, he will ask, but I won’t give…

It turned out that before the wedding, Klava wanted to say goodbye to freedom and lose her innocence. In our village, some grooms are even unhappy that the bride is virgin: why is it that no one wanted you until now…

***

In the photo: Aunt Katya gave it to Vita sometimes, if there was a moment, but she always called him Grisha (this is her young boyfriend). Vitya was offended, but he could not do anything: let him even call him a devil, as long as he gave it to him, as soon as I see it, as soon as I hear it, everything in me will speak, it immediately makes me tremble, H. stands rooted to the spot, e.u., and she mutters: Grisha, dear, why did you immediately eat, and not kiss…

A curious incident happened between Vitya and Aunt Katya:

I accidentally ate my Aunt Katya. al, but she doesn’t believe it: it was Grisha, period. And then I was just over 18, and she was just over 40. We were celebrating some kind of holiday then, like Apple Savior. She had too much. Lo and behold, all the guests left and the two of us were alone, but I didn’t think anything like that, she didn’t excite me as a woman.

She looked at me with a strange, dull look and went into the bedroom. A little later, I went to see if I could put her to bed.

I look, she’s lying on the bed, her eyes are closed, her skirt has hiked up to P., her thighs are spread out, blinded by whiteness… I got a hard on… She has a “king”, so there’s no need to bend the “sleigh”, there’s no need to even adjust, X. walked right in… She pretends to be asleep. Let’s go. Al, I feel like I want more, but H. doesn’t get up.

And I already knew that I needed to snuggle naked, lie down, he would get up on his own.

(Well, if you didn’t get up at night, wait until the morning. And you didn’t get up in the morning! Then you’re impotent. Don’t be upset, use your tongue, fingers, since she’s already put you next to her…)

I carefully undressed her, my beloved, my darling, my beloved aunt, laid her down, undressed myself, lay under the blanket, squeezed her tits, stroked her pubis, but didn’t kiss her on the lips, yeah, I got up… and the bed creaked until the morning.

When I tried it out, H. began to stand up to her even when she was dressed, from a distance, and if her husband was nearby, and there was no way, I tried to quickly leave and turn to a random girl for help, sometimes she saved me with one kiss…

After a while, we crossed paths again:

— Aunt Katya, remember how they celebrated Apple Spas?

— Well?

— It was me, Vitya, then I f. ed you all night, and you whispered: dear Grisha, I love you, e.e.e.and more…

I even wrote poetry:

On Aunt Katya’s bed

I lost my virginity

And for this Aunt Katya

Until morning in P.e.al.

I suggest we repeat this night.

— Don’t lie, Vitya, it’s too young to lie like that, it was my young boyfriend Grisha, that I don’t know him.

And I didn’t give it to you, Vitya, and I won’t give it to you… Although… if you admit that you lied, repent, ask for forgiveness for the slip of the tongue and kiss me at least once on the lips, on my tender scarlet quivering lips…

Oh, Aunt Katya is a sight for sore eyes,

Don Juan’s ideal

He doesn’t know pleasure

Who didn’t eat Katyusha!

How I envied her husband and her boyfriend Grisha: one ate her every night, the other every day, and I only got crumbs — once a month or less…

My friend, Kolya, once boasted: I managed to kill your Aunt Katya, I went to them, looked for you, and she was alone and kind of disheveled and dissolute, word for word, she suggested: would you like a cup of tea.

And so Katya pours me tea, and her look promises so much… she got up, went into the bedroom, I followed her, she went on the bed, I went on her… she started: no, no, you misunderstood, I’m not ready yet, maybe tomorrow, no, you want it now, well, I don’t know right…, well, okay, let’s at least take off our clothes first, since you’re so hard on me and you want it so badly, but don’t tremble, now I’ll give you… how erect X is, I’ll see for myself I’m shaking, I can’t resist…

“Are you ready to do anything for a woman?”

— Of course, my queen.

— Can you get me a star from the sky?

— Of course, my Venus, but only tomorrow…

Oh, what a fucking woman this Katya is, but she called me Grisha all the time, and I don’t care what the hell you call it, as long as she waves me the right way…

Just understand these women: how many gorgeous men hit on her, promised mountains of gold, didn’t give it to anyone, but gave herself to me, a teenager, barely turned 18, still refused at 17, without persuasion, didn’t even finish my tea, oh yeah. To have such a gorgeous lady, her P. is as tight as a virgin, is a memory for a lifetime. It turns out that her husband didn’t eat for two nights, her boyfriend didn’t visit for two days, and then I turned up…

There was no talk of a new meeting; on the contrary, she sternly declared at parting: you received it, enjoyed my body, forget it, consider nothing to have happened, especially since there will be no more such obsession.

Eh, Kolya, I thought, you don’t know women well, these words of hers mean “maybe”, ask, insist, seize the moment, she will certainly give more than once, if of course she liked the first time…

She tells me every time: this is the last time, I won’t give you any more and don’t wait and don’t hope, if you really need THIS so much and so much, you need to put six “shells” in me and you want to stay another day. I didn’t even know that this could happen, it happened in my youth, well, twice a night, in the evening and in the morning.

You can’t stay for a day and continue, my husband will come from the night shift in an hour, wash his hands and not eat me before I’m sleepy and warm. oh, he won’t sit down for breakfast.

And you get a young girl, or better yet, get married and fuck her every night without a break, it will be bad to wave her, put a pillow under her ass. But I have enough, I have both a husband and a lover and the years are not the same, I won’t give you any more, although sometimes I want you, why be disingenuous, because my husband eats only once and not every night, Grisha — twice, but not every day, and only you are insatiable, capable of completely extinguishing my passion, but you can’t take risks often, so don’t look for meetings, but the opportunity will present itself, well, I don’t know, maybe… Yes, I know that you’re not Grisha, but it’s more convenient for me, I feel chaste and faithful to only two men.

And yet, a month or two passes, a moment happens, the two of us merge in our arms, we have “chemistry” and passion throws us on the bed and again I fuck her, wash my darling, and again the bed cracks until the morning, if of course she is desirable and she stands on her all night and she waves all night and moans sweetly, and makes hickeys and whispers words of love, as if she were seventeen again.

I have such a loving one, I’ve been married for twenty-five years, three children, Aunt Katya.

***

And that is not all.

One day we were sitting over vodka, both the young and the older, of course, were talking about women and Uncle Petya boasted:

“And I’ve found almost all the widows in the village.” Al and even some married ones: the milkmaid Dunya and the pig farmer Glasha and the field-wort Masha, always standing and never in bed: he says, I won’t lie on the damp grass, I’ll only let you stand.

But eat picky Katya. It didn’t work out. I approached her with words and hands, slapped her on the ass, patted her on P., squeezed her tits: no, I won’t, I only allow my husband to insert X. into P.. And she stood there, but she didn’t spread her thighs, so I shoved it into her thighs. And she, the infection, began to move him, and he came in his thighs. And she made them so tender, so warm, that I was happy about that too.

This is the third time when I fucked a woman in the thighs, there is a twist here, she squeezes X. with her thighs more tightly than in P., she gives it to the thighs if the woman is young, married and is afraid of getting pregnant, but you can feel someone else’s X even with her thighs I want to. Makes it clear that next time he will give in P.

I fucked one in her thighs even on her honeymoon, she promised: as soon as I get pregnant, I’ll give her to PA right away. In the meantime, I’m very flattered that you even want me in your thighs.

Some people like to fuck women in the tits, but I haven’t done that before. Well, Katya doesn’t take it in her mouth, she doesn’t give it to her ass, and I don’t want it myself, it’s not the same, I only love P.N., yes, but what kind of P. she has. I never knew. And the fact that everyone’s P. is different is for sure.

“This is strange,” said the boy Misha, “but I didn’t touch anything at Aunt Katya’s, I immediately inserted the piss into her pussy, or rather, she inserted it herself.”

— Let’s get the details…

“Somehow we ended up together, and she said: Why are you staring at the thighs, you’ll break your eyes, you want something to eat.” Ate me, I see, I see, don’t deny it, don’t turn red and don’t be embarrassed, this is commendable, you have grown, Grisha, and I see that you not only want, but you can, today you are the hero of my novel, and I’m just kind today…

So she knocked me over onto the bed, sat on my pussy with her butt, it somehow ended up in her pussy by itself — well, I can’t compare, it was my first pussy — and it began: she bounces with her lush butt, tits They’re shaking before my eyes, the bed is creaking, I’m going crazy with pleasure, I shoot my “charge” into her pussy and she screamed from the peak of passion…

Well, of course, this happened more than once… The second time I climbed on her and fucked her, chubby, as conveniently as I wanted, I had enough “shells” for the whole night…

***

I realized that Aunt Katya had entered that age when loving ladies choose only young, unkissed lovers, and are already resolutely refusing intimacy to peers.

Her husband was already old and looked at her pranks with teenagers with understanding: she must have not gone crazy yet, and they are not my rivals, he always gives it to me willingly and actively. And even when he found her in bed with her nephew, he justified her: she’s been sleeping with him since childhood and that’s okay. They tell him, he’s grown up, he probably eats her all night while you’re on the night shift. Don’t talk nonsense, I’m still too young to eat such a woman, but when I come home from the night, the first thing I do is climb on her and her P. is always fresh, clean, not at all fucked up…

And I doubted whether she even had Grisha, or is everyone who eats her Grisha?

***

And here is another story by Kolya Kistenev about these glorious deeds.

“Are you asking if I spoiled my mother’s younger sister, the glorious Aunt Lyuda?” And more than once. This was a long time ago, then many of my peers boasted about what they had with their own aunt. It’s different for everyone: one asked for a long time, another’s mother put him and his sister on the same bed, but he got an erection, by the third the aunt herself lay down on the bed and it’s easy for everyone.

But I suffered with mine, she turned out to have quirks: first she deceives her partner twice, she promised, but didn’t give, then for this he has to kick her ass thoroughly, well, spank her ass, which she was very proud of and the first time she gave only doggy style. Then, of course, you can put her on her back and her legs on her shoulders, but that’s for later.

And I didn’t have any discount on youth and family. I’ll give it to you, he says, but tomorrow. And tomorrow the same thing. On the third day I wasn’t myself: Aunt Lyuda, what are you doing to me, I’m going crazy with desire, I’ve had X. on you for two days, and you’re still “tomorrow, yes tomorrow.” He lifted up her hem and started hitting her on the buttocks. It turns out that this is exactly what she needed. This turns her on and she gets a partner, whom she has been leading by the nose for two days,

“dynamila” and now he is “taking revenge” on her, that is, he is more active and a lot.

— Why, uncle, you probably eat your wife once a week, and if you please, seven “sticks” a day, since you called yourself a milk mushroom, otherwise why do you need a mistress, for once a week I have a husband…

Well, as for me, then after the spanking (of course, this is a love game) she took off her panties, bent over and kicked her butt. And at the same moment my hands were on her tits, I pressed myself against her butt and my X. ended up in her P… Oh, how delightfully she ate. Oh, what a cool P. she has, I then looked for a long time for one to marry, but I didn’t have to.

Aunt Lyuda: she kicked her butt off for her nephew Kolya, say that I have a great butt, as they say: “Cry Europe, that I have the most beautiful one. oops!

Aunt Lyuda: I wanted to give it to my nephew Kolya on the very first day, but order is order: let him be patient, strengthen his desire, and if he cools down and wants too much, it doesn’t matter: I have enough gentlemen, some wait not only for two days, but for two years, when I kick my butt off for him… well, look at what thighs, what hips, what breasts, aren’t I pretty… And Kolya, how delightfully he fucked me, oh, what a cool X. he has, I’ll be with you for a long time I was looking for one to get married, but I didn’t have to… And Kolya immediately invited me to get married. Why, I say, do you need this? And to eat you day and night. To do this, you don’t need to get married, I’ll give it to you anyway, at night if your husband is away, and during the day if he’s at work, but calm down, you’re the one who’s under the impression now, and in a month you’ll forget me, as has happened more than once.

In the village they whispered that Aunt Dunya gave birth to her nephew, and he used her for a whole year until she conceived a child. They say that the son grew up and also used it for a year, but no longer carried it: the years are not the same. She thinks this is a slander, but her nephew and son remain silent.

***

Or here is the love story of Dusya Biryukova. Share yours Everyone loves memories about THIS.

“I was widowed early then, I was over forty, but I was still pretty.

The men especially liked my ass, both when they saw it and the guard: they certainly wanted to fuck me from behind.

And then friends who were the same age began to brag: and yesterday my nephew ate me: it’s so exciting for young X. to get my well-worn P.. Well, he’s grown up, I see he already wants me, his aunt. We stayed in the kitchen together for a couple of minutes, I whispered in his ear: I’ll give it to him, my boy, you’re already 18, so you can, but what he asked before, but I refused, because it was early, and it was impossible, as the moment would come and we’ll stay together for at least a couple of hours.

But he didn’t wait, he immediately dragged me into the hallway, where he has a private corner behind the curtains, where no one at home can go: I’ll show, he says, a collection of bolts and nuts. But he immediately knocked me over onto the trestle bed, lifted up the hem, and that day I didn’t even wear panties or a bra, a premonition, and he’s already fucking, putting my “nut” on his “bolt”.

And behind the curtains in the corridor I hear: where is our Vasya? — Yes, he’s showing Aunt Glasha his collection. — For a long time. — Looks like she’s interested.

Yes, girls, his “punch” is quite decent and cleaned my “matrix” very well. Then I found out that this fake collector was not the first to invite me to show his collection, but did he manage to plant his “piston” in every curious lady? “cylinder” I can’t know.

Grandma Klava told me, and she seems to be over 60: I went to the Kryuchkovs for matches for a couple of minutes, and stayed for a couple of hours, and Vasya was there: the matches, she says, will wait, I invite you, madam, to look at my collection of bolts and nuts. This treatment flattered me and I decided to play along: with pleasure, sir. He drags me into his nook in the hallway behind a curtain, and there the only furniture is a trestle bed.

I told him: where are the bolts? and he takes out X. his standing one, and here it is. And again I played along, lifted the hem, showed P.: then here is my “nut”. Here you need to understand, I haven’t made love to a man for a month, it’s not easy for me to find a gentleman, experienced ones give in to my dimensions of 120x120, I miss X. and here the mustacheless guy seems to be eager, can he cope?

— Yes, you’re a joker, but I also love jokes, and you have a very cozy den, I’ve never been in one like this before, so be it — and spread my thighs… By the way… — Well, I went, no, he says, after the first I’m letting go. Like a fool, I sat down on the trestle bed again: and after what time will you let me go? — Well, after the third… maybe…

What tricks do men go to just to insert their rude H. for us girls into our tender P. It turned out that this “collector” was an omnivorous womanizer and fucked me on his hard trestle bed, as if I was only 17, without asking at all, am I married, do I have children and grandchildren, how old am I and what are my dimensions and even what my name is, just to quickly get my “nut” at your disposal. These are all the womanizers with whom I have had to deal in my lifetime.

I didn’t go to the Kryuchkovs for matches anymore, you can fool around with a boy once, but you can’t go to him on a date at the other end, people will judge, but it doesn’t suit me and I’m not old enough.

But that’s not all. Once my friend Zina, also my age, says:

— The other day I was visiting Vasya Kryuchkov, he showed me his collection of bolts and nuts. There on his wall there are photos of half-naked beauties and on top there is an inscription: My “nuts”. There you are, Klava, in the pose: take me. Really?..

— No, no, he’s just doing photo hunting, taking pictures of birds and, of course, naked women. He invited me to a photo shoot. Undress, he says, “No, take off your clothes.” “Well then, wrap yourself in this strip of fabric, but so that your tits and thighs are visible.”

It’s possible. Well, he’s at that age when they spy on naked women from the bushes when they are swimming, and they also dig a hole into the women’s bathhouse. And I don’t think he’s tried the woman yet.

— You’re naive, Klava, I thought so too… By the way, he didn’t take a photo of me.

— What did you do for two hours?

— Guess it, Klava, three times…

The boy Vasya, barely 18, early learned the sweetness of the “strawberry” of mature ladies and skillfully took advantage of their desire to fool around with a young gentleman. He came up with the idea of inviting them to a photo shoot or showing a collection, but almost immediately showed him a standing X., which didn’t bother them at all, since they understood why he invited them and willingly played along, immediately spreading their thighs and bending the “sleigh”, the first thing to do was get his X. myself in P., well, a collection and a photo shoot later. Married women did not agree to completely undress, but widows willingly undressed, imagining themselves as real models. His collection of “nuts” had already exceeded a dozen, but most of all he valued the “honey” of Aunt Glasha and Baba Klava.

***

What about your husband, they asked Aunt Lyuda? “And he falls asleep at the feasts after the first one, and after the third one I start dancing.” And so I raise my hem high, showing my thighs, hinting that I am restless and really want that a comforter, or even two, is immediately found, and they drag me into a secluded corner to get a free “strawberry”.

Then my husband and I go home: he slept well, and I ate well. las. At home I tell him: will you eat? — no, just eat. This is what happened sometimes: I gave it to three people in the evening.

***

“I listened to all these stories and started thinking,” Dusya continued, “I have three nephews.” I haven’t visited for three years. Have you grown up? Fuck anyone? After all, I am their only aunt. I visited.

That’s right: all evening they undressed me with greedy male eyes, squeezed my tits and thighs and mentally ate me. Well, just like the poet: “three boys, three trump cards of diamonds, three knights of intimacy and P.”

I shuddered: well, I’ll give it to one, but there are three of them. We went to bed, one of them came straight to me: Aunt Dusya, can I sit on your side like before?

Not at all, I answer. He snuck under the blanket and instead of on the side, he immediately found himself on top, grabbed the tits and shoved X. into the thighs. I could have thrown him off, as I had done more than once with gentlemen who were in too much of a hurry, but for some reason I spread my thighs. Well, for some reason, I knew why I came, I wanted my nephew to eat me, like Aunt Klava. al.

Here you go, just like before. Not at all like that. Sometimes you show your tits, pull your hem higher, and they are happy. And then immediately THERE, deeper and denser, and you have to respond, first slowly, and then at full speed, in order to quickly get the peak of pleasure…

Then THIS was repeated with two more and more than once: it turns out that giving three in one night is nothing special. But no one noticed what a beautiful butt I had, they were only interested in the front. Young and green. Then they will understand how delightful it is to fuck a woman from behind if she has a beautiful ass.

In the morning I told them sternly: don’t say a word to anyone about our pranks, I won’t come to you again, not because I didn’t like it, on the contrary. But gossip will begin: Aunt Dusya often visits them, but she hasn’t been for three years, it’s only possible that one of them is eating her, or even all three. But I don’t need it.

But you can visit me, I live alone. And they visited for almost a month, one or three at a time, always as soon as it got dark and they left until it was dawn, and they didn’t turn on the light, it seemed like no one noticed.

But time passed, we cooled down, made girlfriends of the same age, and already met the sunrise with them.

And I again turned for them from a desirable fucking hot woman into a boring ordinary aunt.

But only for them… But more on that another time…

In the photo: Aunt Dusya, all the men really wanted to fuck her from behind, her ass was fascinating, but she rarely gave it to anyone, she wanted to give it to her nephews, but they didn’t want to, and they only ate her from the front.

In the photo: Baba Klava gave it to Vasya three times, having photographed her, he took the book away, threw back the tunic, turned to the right and spread her thighs, hips 120, you say, she and Vasya only have firmer thighs like that, well, those tits are good: something to hold on to…

But Klava didn’t admit to her friend Zina that Vasya fucked her: don’t ask me, I don’t remember, maybe he threw back his tunic and spread my thighs, but I didn’t seem to let him, although he assures me that he threw three “sticks”, maybe mentally… well, I want to forget about it, otherwise I’ll go get matches again…

Eh, Zina, it’s clear you’ve never been eaten with your eyes, but it happened to me.

He then sat opposite me at the table and undressed me with his eyes. I blushed, trembled, it seemed to me that his X. entered me under the table and I came. And I felt from a distance that he was on me all evening. But there is no way to really experience this: he is next to his wife, I have my husband at my side. But the husband drank too much and dozed off, and so did his wife. I went out onto the balcony and took off my panties, at that very moment he was next to me and planted his “shaft” in my P. Oh, no one has ever eaten me with such rapture: night, balcony, I’m standing leaning on the railing, my ass pressed against the bars, my thighs apart, and he eats and eats… Finally, he’s had enough of my body, and I completely felt his X., and we returned to the table: my husband was gone, his wife was also gone, we had retired somewhere… Our desires coincided: he wanted to feel my P., and I wanted to feel his X..

Having received what we wanted, we immediately lost interest in each other and sat at the table indifferently, as if there were no violent passions on the balcony.

Well, the fact is that no one has ever eaten me like that, except for the young photographer Vasya. I understood what it meant to agree to a photo shoot: if I was happy and lay down, making a pose, but the artist didn’t get up and he didn’t want me, I’ll get dressed and leave, as I suppose any model would do: this is perversion.

Like that stranger on the balcony, Vasya did not ask my name, so for him I remained a madam… And for the gentleman on the balcony I remained like the Unknown from Kramskoy’s painting…

My collection of X. has exceeded well over a dozen, but only two are most memorable: that of the photographer Vasya and that of the balcony Neizvestny.

In the photo: milkmaid Elvira, the fourth number in the collection, gave it to Vasya right away without persuasion

In the photo: cowgirl Nina, number six in Vasya’s collection, refused to take off her panties for a long time, but quickly took off her bra: why take off her panties, love me in panties, — dear, it won’t work out in panties, I won’t reach your pantry with honey, — but What do I get out of this? “You will be very pleased, you will receive pleasure and other prescribed words,” Vasya told her… Wow, she took off and shamelessly spread her thighs…, experienced, she was simply flirting, inciting desire! -I’m so glad that such a young man wants me, wow… he’s not a boy, but a man…

In the photo: the pig farmer Viola, number eight in Vasya’s collection, agreed to give only from behind, he was a little timid: what thick thighs, but he managed when she bent over and slapped her butt, what a cutie and how she gives…

***

At the institute, I lived in a dormitory in Izmailovo with Valentin D. This womanizer only pursued women of the same age or younger who had not been kissed, pretty students, almost every morning he woke up with a new passion and often went to clean the sheets from red spots…

Our hero D. was distinguished by the fact that the preliminary process did not interest him at all and was often reduced to zero. No flowers, poems, anecdotes or epigrams for you, much less money. It would seem that he dealt only with easily accessible objects. But it turns out that in every decent city there is such a thing as horny girls who are looking for adventures themselves. They were his prey. He easily singled out such people in the crowd with his trained eye.

Here he is walking after boring lectures to the Baumanskaya metro station to go home to Izmailovo and sees such an object at the entrance. It is enough for him to meet his eyes, kindred souls understood each other without words and together they went on the subway to Izmailovsky Park to listen to the singing of goldfinches and not only, there are always benches there. Eh…

I used to give it to everyone

Only on the bench

Don’t think something:

Seeds from your pocket!

There were worried ones even among the students of our prim, chaste university. So even the daughter of himself… no, not the professor…, no, not the dean, not even the vice-rector, but the deputy minister M himself submitted to him. As an exception, he dealt with her more than one evening, but was received in her huge apartment, played with her dad in chess.

— Why not get married? — I asked.

“The time has not come yet,” he answered.

We lived together in a university dormitory. Almost every night he brought young Izmailovo beauties, always different, to his bed, and made love with them until the morning. Our morals were liberal, no one bothered anyone: tomorrow you yourself could find yourself in the same situation, it’s a young thing. There was no variety of positions: he lay on the girl all night silently, she did not moan or scream, and perhaps did not remove her. Sometimes his sheets were covered in red stains, and he went to wash them in the morning.

One day I wake up in the middle of the night, she whispers to him:

“I really want to give your neighbor, if he woke up, how he, poor fellow, is suffering, how hard it is for him, how he also wants, can I dive under the blanket with him?”

— No, we won’t wake him up.

And he intensified the activity, so that she finally moaned softly:

— Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, we won’t wake him up?

— Don’t be afraid, even if he wakes up, he won’t show it, just as I don’t show it on occasion.

If this happened to other students once or twice a semester, or even not once, it was as if there was a queue lined up for him. In fact, he knew places in the area, came there for evening exercise, met a young creature who also could not sleep, and negotiated without words, with his eyes. The main thing here is not to paw, you have to be patient so that she starts touching you first, and it’s really good if she accidentally touches your fly.

In our fifth year, we went to military training in the Bryansk forests to a military unit that had just returned from a business trip to Vietnam, where it defended the skies of the attacked country from American F-16s.

— Who hit you?

— A Vietnamese named Phuy-Nu.

— How did you guess?

“He shouted over the radio: Vasya, cover me, I’m bullshit!”

The military unit was fenced with a high fence made of steel bars, a womanizer couldn’t climb over it, but he got the hang of it too: the beauty pressed against that side of the fence, he pressed against that side, and they were both satisfied. How can one not remember a children’s joke:

One day Jeanne gave Jacques

In the new barracks through… the doors,

But it turned out… Mary:

Don’t trust the darkness of the night!

Meanwhile, we pacified our flesh with sports competitions and throwing a dummy grenade. Thank God, no one thought of imitating Father Sergius from the story of the same name by L. Tolstoy in this matter.

Once or twice he entrusted the spent beauties to me, and I happily went on a date, instead of him, to the Philharmonic or to the Moscow swimming pool. Always in vain. The girls looked at me with a contemptuous look — “nerd” — and silently left.

Our womanizer D. never intentionally tried to seduce a married lady. But it happened unintentionally.

Unapproachable student Tanya G. resolutely rejected his obscene proposal: you can’t just do THIS, I’ve never had one before, only after the wedding, I just won’t give it to you.

Soon she married Associate Professor B., and one day she and D. were leaving a lecture on the theory of chance, and she whispered timidly and embarrassedly: now it’s possible, I’ll just give it like that… — and looked down and blushed. They entered an empty classroom, he leaned her against the wall: take off your panties — and fucked her.

— Tanya, how is this possible, you’ve been married for more than a month and you’re still virgin, isn’t he fucking you…?

— Why, he eats every night, but in his own way, either the Madonna complex, or in a scientific way, or lacks the hardness of the boner, but inserts only the head of the penis and cums, and I so want to be completely and to the bottom, and you immediately inserted it completely and to the bottom, it’s so sweet, gentle, and not painful and so deep or didn’t you notice?

“As I noticed, I just didn’t expect that I was your first… I never bother: the virgin is not a virgin, I immediately insert the whole thing all the way and enjoy it for now, and then three more times…”

— It’s so romantic when a single student and a married student make love, just like that, standing in the audience, let’s meet here sometimes and just let’s do it like that…

— No, we won’t, I don’t have anything to do with married people, you’re an exception, I wanted you before I got married.

That’s how it happened that Tanya G. agreed to him only six months later and only after getting married. Well, I had a case: I waited three years for what was promised.

Sometimes D. “hunted” in the park or near the beach: noticing a lonely girl, he spoke to her and, without having met her yet, showed her his standing instrument.

Mostly the girls giggled, said stupid and ran away.

But there was one who blushed, froze, looked in fascination at the boner and at the command: take off your panties — she obeyed and took off…

“Take off your panties” is the favorite phrase of our womanizer D. Once we were sunbathing, relaxing, hanging out at Borisov Ponds. It was getting dark, two beauties sat down nearby. As it turned out, they lived in a dilapidated temple that stood next to the ponds.

Of course not alone. My D. immediately started gluing them:

— It’s better to swim at dusk, even at night, romance, you can be naked…

One giggled, the other blushed. He told me:

“Take care of this shy one, and I’ll take care of the fun one.”

“Mine” got up and left. And I left: I was thermophilic, I never swam at night, I guess it was cold.

He immediately told the stranger:

— Take off your panties… no one is there…

— Shall we swim? Naked…

— No. It later. Spread your thighs…

— So right away, I didn’t even ask my name, I understood the hint, it’s so romantic… without getting to know me… and you immediately want to fuck me, it’s so nice to be so desired at first sight… It’s the first time for me that from the first evening, on the sand, by the ponds and such a stormy love with a stranger…

As soon as we finished, “my” unsung song returned.

— What are you doing?

— I can’t sleep, I want to try to swim at night…

— Well then, take off your panties and spread your thighs…

— Why else? — and looked at her friend.

— Tanya, well, you’ve been wanting to lose your virginity for a long time, you were jealous of me: I’ve been here for a long time, but you haven’t yet, there hasn’t been a chance. Here’s your chance. He’s a smart guy. Everything will be done as it should be.

Tanya took it off, spread it, blushed and closed her eyes so as not to see how the deflorator’s boner was raging between her legs. The boner was of normal size, but when she opened one eye, it seemed so huge to her. Creepy. The penis stood up like iron and seemed to increase in size. Of course, he had just fucked her well-worn nameless girlfriend with her broken and well-designed “carburetor”, and then such happiness came: to break the virginity of an innocent touchy-feely with a name…

They bathed until the morning: one bathed, he made love with the other, then they changed. Yes indeed: D. was tireless in fornication.

In the picture: Timid, shy bather Tanya, “my unsung song,” on Borisov Ponds, womanizer-deflorator D. has just deprived her of her innocence, neat and gentle necks. Al and she’s happy: girls, it’s so cute, so pleasant and doesn’t hurt at all… I went for a swim, and he’s already eating my girlfriend on the sand, just insatiable to the point, Don Juan… ah, this unique evening, and I want again and again, and he wants me more than Tanka.

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In the photo: Student construction team in Kazakhstan. Kirei, from left to right: Zhenya Kudryavtsev, womanizer D. and I, author

The magic of the magic spell “take off your panties” does not work on all ladies, but only on those who, in the very first minute of a faithful date, are eager to hear these two words. Of course: I agreed to retire with you in a dark corner not so that you read me poetry or give me a lecture on string theory. What other “yes” do you need? Don’t you understand? So you’re not my hero and you went to…

Our student construction team is going to Kazakhstan. I, as befits a failed poet, read the poem “About This” for my fellow students in the compartment of a reserved seat car. And my D. has already invited the shy student into the vestibule of the carriage. She was in a stupor from his two magic words and took it off… and didn’t put it on until the morning… She hoped that this was the beginning of a long romance with a happy ending.

But the next day, when we found ourselves in the village of Kirei, he forgot about the incident in the vestibule and invited us to take a walk into another steppe…

Finding himself in Tselinograd as a supply worker for a construction team, my D. was content with southern women, dark-skinned Kazakh women. Of course, those who were not averse to trying a white northerner. D. turned out to be an internationalist and did not notice any difference. Well, except that she is a southerner, unlike the northerner Tanya in the vestibule, who was “bashfully cold”, as the poet noted:

With a burst of ardent caresses and the tenderness of kisses

The moment of the last shudders hastens!

***

Finally, his studies are over, he returns to his native Lipetsk and will soon marry, in his words, the most steep-hipped Lipetsk woman. Such a criterion of female beauty is not found in the first poet. He is more occupied by his legs.

Diana’s breasts, Flora’s cheeks

Lovely, dear friends,

But still the legs of Terpsichore

Somehow sweeter for me.

And the poet laments the lack of slender legs:

…hardly

You will find in Russia whole

Two pairs of slender female legs.

Oh, I couldn’t forget for a long time

Two legs…

But folk art pays deserved attention to this criterion.

One day Anka, Petka and V.I. were washing in the bathhouse.

The bathhouse was surrounded by enemies. Salvation was only through the chimney pipe. Petka and V.I. quickly found themselves on the roof, but Anka hesitated.

— What are you doing there, come on faster!

— V.I., it doesn’t work, the pelvis won’t fit through.

— To hell with this basin and come here quickly!

Rarely, but this type inspires poets:

Steep hip line

And a lump comes to my throat.

(E. Vinokurov)

Or here’s another one:

Oh, “inscription”, where are you now,

Direct and et cetera?

But I love all the lines in the world

Steep hip line.

(author unknown)

Having married, our D. settled down, became overweight, imposing, lost his flexibility and agility, and never again boasted to me about his adventures.

Girls, dear arrogant ones,

I have passed the science of passion,

My ideal is now a mistress,

Yes, there is a pot of cabbage soup, and it’s a big one!

***

This hostess, who is also my D.‘s wife, called me one day and told me about the death of her husband, which happened, according to her, a year ago. This surprised me: we didn’t know each other, D. didn’t invite me home, and my wife waited a whole year to tell me about it.

When I was on a business trip in his city, he came to see me at my place of duty, acted nervously and tensely, and did not invite me to his place. I offered to come to my hotel to remember my student days.

He didn’t come: my student friend D. was a difficult person, he was also a former womanizer.

In the photo: We are at a military training camp (Bryansk Forest): This beauty was pressing her charming butt against the fence of the military unit and the womanizer D. was positioned on the other side of the fence: bend down lower, my dear, kick your ass off, then I’ll reach your P with my X.,and you. I will thank you for my dear soul and more than once, until you say “enough”, nothing will stop the young. She assured that she was giving it only to him alone. But some cadets stated that they used the same steal, perhaps a friend, and also through the fence.

— Oh, how wonderful it is to give over the fence, to greedy cadets, dying of happiness that they stole something like this…, everyone thinks that he is the only one with me, but I give to as many as I need and I can refuse anyone, if something is wrong… why, while she is young and unmarried, she should try different X.

D. then gave me a photo of his Bryansk passion, in what form she approached the fence.

Here is her photo in front of me,

I cherish it sacredly

I admire with secret longing

And I can’t get enough of it…

Her name is unknown, but her work lives on…

The Whore of Babylon and the Poet

Who will win: this one or that one

“...Madame Kern with the help of God

I went to…”

A. Pushkin /from a letter to a friend/

The Pushkinist and the Optimist argued: who attacked whom: A. Kern — A. Pushkin or vice versa? The first adheres to the second version based on A. Pushkin’s letter, the second adheres to the first version based on A. Kern’s letter.

This letter to her friend Violetta was accidentally discovered in her old chest.

Here it is without any notes or notes.

“Dear Lettochka, the other day I, with the help of God, captured Pushkin himself: this is number 40 on my Manonlesque list and 140 on his Don Juan list. The poet, as you know, is very weak in the front: when he saw my steep hip line, he began to make jokes in an elegant manner to the point of indecency.

For two days I pretended to be an innocent touch-me-not (as my yard girl Dunyashka puts it, pretending to be a virgin). O, the vulgar!/.On the third, I bent over and pulled back to the fullest. You know, in the position of “Amazon in the saddle” I have no equal in all of Courland.

As they say in one of those terrible Dunyashka refrains:

My little one and I kissed

Night, day and evening.

We’d like to kiss

Yes, my vagina hurts.

The poet was delighted with my P. and called her a genius.

How is it with you with the 41st, I remember him from the cavalry guards.

Did it fit within your small standard of continuity: “night — day — night stroke.” Write back. Kiss.

Your Nyurochka.12.06.29. Vale.”

Come to me. Guys, I say, there’s no point in arguing: both are worse. The point is not who was “on top”, but that they were disheveled for the whole world to see. The men thought.

And that’s true. No one has yet escaped the temptation to boast about their success “in this”. Even A. Pushkin. And… A. Kern.

City Riga. A.P. Kern — the Babylonian harlot, the “genius of pure beauty” awaits the poet among the cold Finnish rocks, and he will forever remember the “wonderful moment” when he fucked her at the dacha in Trigorskoye…

Three Graces and Nephews

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In the photo: three cousins Polina, Claudia, Evdokia

sometimes they loved to eat with their nephews, here they, while waiting for their three nephews, that is, in the dark in the blind, swapped places, and in the morning they came to their senses and were tormented by doubts: whether there was incest or not. Did I accidentally kill my own mother, but p., everyone’s tits and asses were the same, you couldn’t tell them apart, and it was wonderful, and not a single one whispered: what are you doing, you scoundrel, you’re eating your mother… pretending that you’re fucking with nephew… and whispered his name… and he was no fool: he whispered the name of his beloved aunt… both were glad to be deceived, especially since everyone had the same P. and H., that of the aunt, that of the mother, that of the nephew, that of son…

Life must be lived in such a way that there is something to remember, but it’s embarrassing to tell.

Folk wisdom

***

Rummaging through the long-standing intimate stories of our large village, one cannot miss the story of three cousins, three graces: Polina, Klava and Dunya, and their nephews: Vanya Lasankin, Zhenya Sharov and Sanya Shamshin.

The sisters were married in three different villages: Levashovo, Kruglovo and Savasleika, on the Veletma River, and often gathered in the family circle in a large two-story house near Dunya. And they decided to help their teenagers, who graduated from school and reached 18, lose their virginity with their own help, and not through self-satisfaction. To reinforce in the minds of young men that having sex with a woman is much more pleasant than using a surrogate and palliative and releasing their intimate desire into the anal, oral, or hand.

They themselves lost their virginity at the age of 18 with 35-year-old louts, and now they have agreed to do this with their 18-year-old nephews, and they themselves are already 35. Yes, so that in the same place where they had their first intimate experience, and don’t repeat this with your nephews: they did the job, sent them on the right path — and then let them do it themselves, with peers, divorcees, widows, and if you’re lucky — with married people, but with others.

Duna’s virginity was broken by a random swimmer on the Veletma River. She was sunbathing on one of the many river sandy wild beaches.

Oh, this river of my childhood: it stretches for 100 kilometers from Vyksa to Navashino and flows into the Oka somewhere near Murom. At the beginning of the journey, these are pine forests, the air is saturated with intimacy, nature whispers… Young people from adjacent villages make romantic dates there, adults come for one-time love adventures.

Local historians cannot yet calculate how many virgin stones have been broken on its banks.

Svetlana Ivanovna, known to us, also came there and sat a little to the side to be alone. But a suitable partner was located nearby. She took off her bra and panties, swam and slowly came out of the water directly at him, testing the irresistibility of her body. He stood up, took off his underpants, and his penis stuck out towards her. She knelt down in front of him and briefly touched his penis with her lips; she didn’t put it in her mouth, it was disgusting to her, but she did it to emphasize consent and strengthen his confidence, and besides, the penis became harder…

I was there too, but I was still young and stupid and never took advantage of the situation when I was left alone with a stranger. I thought that we needed to get to know each other, courtship, and maybe in a year we’d get to that point, but right away I was afraid of disgracing myself, of not getting up at the right time…

One, seeing my shyness, offered to introduce me to my mother. She has the same figure and pussy. She likes those who are timid, inept, young, have not been kissed, and do not allow non-marital sex. She patiently liberates them, corrupts them, and when they finally dare to fuck her, they blush and burn with shame, and she experiences double pleasure — both from the timidest f…, and from their embarrassment — watching their faces. They close their eyes and turn away, but she gradually teaches them to look into her eyes.

— Look me in the eye. What are you doing to me now?

— Well, I’m making love.

— Or rather, what do people say?

— Well, f… you.

— More specifically: what did you put in where?

— Well, your f… in your f…

— Oh my God, finally! I’m pulling the truth out of you with pincers. What a fool I am! You teach and teach someone who is incompetent, and then he doesn’t get off me all night…

But as soon as they become bolder and f… her like a boss, she abandons them, but doesn’t give them permission to the arrogant and self-confident ones at all: I’m not like that, I’m waiting for the tram…

Other:

— I’m on a flight. Give money for an abortion — and f… as much as you want…

Third:

— I will, but promise me that you will marry.

— I can’t promise, I live from scholarship to scholarship…

— And you lie.

— How can you?

— Then go to hell!

Here Dunya is lying on the sand. and for some reason she remembers a shameful children’s poem. It says that once a visiting bandit approached a girl on the sand and offered to give herself up for one and a half rubles, and she, a fool, agreed. And he:

…E…, e… — gets tired,

He will sit on a pebble,

Reads the newspaper

And it starts again…

“Is it really possible, I would run away…” But then a man settled down next to young Dunya (either a forester, or a mushroom picker, but more likely an ensign from the Savasley military airfield) and went naked into the river. He came out slowly, already in front of Dunya, looked intently at her young body, and, oh my God, he had a long, thick piss sticking out. She saw this for the first time, and instead of running away, she froze; the thighs parted, the panties somehow came off, the shaggy crotch opened, the labia froze in anticipation and anticipation of the incomprehensible, the legs bent at the knees, the bra unclasped…

In 1955, a civilian Tu-104 in distress tried to land at the Savasley military airfield, it fell two kilometers short of the runway, and we, students of the Kulebaki Technical School, as a whole group went in the winter to look at this miracle, stuck in a clearing.

And so Dunya lay disheveled, spread out on the sand, like this liner. Now she is a woman, and the culprit has disappeared, as if it never happened.

“Well, how can this be? Didn’t he like it? I could talk after that, get to know each other, offer to meet. In a year I will receive a passport, and we would submit an application…” And her tears began to flow. “This stupid childhood says goodbye to you…”

20 years have passed, now Dunya lies under the same bush, and Sanya Shamshin is nearby.

— Sanya, do you perceive me as a woman or only as a relative?

— Dunya, what are you saying! Yes, I’ve wanted you almost since first grade. You are my goddess of pure beauty. In the third grade, I began to dream about you at night, and you and I made love. At the end of the fourth, you washed me for the last time in the bathhouse, I hoped, I got hard for the first time, but you didn’t let me, you splashed cold water on my penis — and it fell, and you splashed it between your legs. I cried, and you taught me: a man should not be upset when a woman refuses, but must endure it with courage and dignity. — Continue, I’m pleased to hear how much you love me.

— When you were visiting us with your husband, I heard through the wall at night how he was fucking you…, the bed creaked for a long time, and you moaned with voluptuousness; and I cried into my pillow, I wanted to be in his place, I scratched the wall… You quieted down, the creaking stopped, and I fell asleep. But no, two or three more times a night. You woke me up with your creaking, and in the morning the nightmare began again, again your bed creaks for a whole hour… How long can I torment you?! But you giggle happily, and I, unfortunate one, am in tears again… If you refuse today, I won’t pay, I’ll wait a little longer…

— Look at the things that are opening up. But I confess: he “tormented” me for so long that night because in a strange bed, in a strange house, in a different environment, and he imagined that he was fucking your mother, whispered her name — he glared at her all evening, and the desire to fuck his sister took it out on me. And at home, usually once a week, on Saturdays… Eh, frankness for frankness: your mother admitted that she had it with me, and it also happened with Klavin. What can we hide, we were younger, and somehow we were left alone with your father. And do you think he missed the point? What more! Didn’t get off me half the night. What happened the rest of the night? Well, so what: he persuaded me… And somehow Polina’s husband persuaded me, for the whole night. You should know: each of these three men tried each of my sisters at least once, and, accordingly, each sister slept with each sister’s husband at least once, and the family is only stronger, such is life…

This periodic “exchange” of husbands turned out to be useful for the sisters: as soon as the husband cooled down, he “accidentally” found himself alone with his sister-in-law. Midnight persuades her, she pushes him away: “No, no, you can’t do that. Don’t paw or kiss. Take your hand off your pubic area, touch it, and that’s enough, but I won’t let you insert it in my p… Is it so hard for you, do you want me so much? Is your sister not enough for you? Just once, you say, and you’ll calm down, leave me alone? Well. if you promise… Do you really think that I am the most beautiful of the sisters? That’s where I would start. I didn’t say that to Polina when I persuaded her three months ago… Oh, my Paris, where is your apple? Okay, let me tell you how hot it is. And mine is hotter than Polina’s… Well, that’s it now, have you calmed down? No? You want more? Why are you turning me on my stomach? Do you want it through the ass? Oh-ho-ho, the claw got stuck — the whole bird was lost… What else? God loves the trinity… Do you want me on top? That’s it brother-in-law! In one night he fucked me in all positions…”

And she remembered her first experience and her first boy, nicknamed Khokhon. The last school bell rang, they were walking home from Lichadeev to Levashovo through a grove, and he began to read poetry to her:

We walked through a clearing forest,

She has a hair…

I only asked once

And on. dog like a bull!

She sat down on a tree stump, took off her panties, spread her legs: look, I already have hair… And they began to celebrate the last call…

— Oh, these men! What liars and deceivers they all are, Hohon, brother-in-law, first, last: they promised just “one time,” but one had me all day, the other all night. No shame, no conscience… After two or three months they forget about the promise: no more, no more, and everything repeats itself, and Klava is again a new, someone else’s wife, and everything is for the first time for them. And no one has the desire, strength, or ability to go left, all that remains is to love his wife more deeply.

And some advice for you: don’t be a monogamist, don’t get hung up on me, don’t impoverish your intimate life, try my other sister, well, there are super advanced ones — and they don’t let the mother through, but I wouldn’t recommend it, they’ll be tormented by remorse… Well, the most cunning mothers they give it to their son in the dark, arrange everything in such a way that he thinks he has fucked his neighbor…

— No, no, today I am yours, I just wanted to do this with you under this bush… All you have to do is fulfill my last request — and your childhood dream will come true: I will be your first woman… And you can “torture” me all day long. Well, so that all night, you have everything ahead of you, with your young wife, and now you need to go into the water naked and return to me.

When Sanya was returning, she unfastened her bra, slowly took off her panties, spread her thighs, bent her legs and showed him her crotch, her labia trembled, her nipples hardened… He got erect, she saw that it was no less than the ensign’s then, and she beamed, and he knelt before the queen of Veletma…

After repeating, they swam and left the beach. He walked a little behind, watched her wiggle her butt, and he got hard again. And he poked it in her ass through her dress. She exposed her magnificent ass, bent over, grabbed a pine tree with her hands and kicked her ass out. His balls clattered on her buttocks, his belly slapped her elastic ass… Twice in front on the beach, on the sand, and twice through her ass in a pine forest, accompanied by the singing of goldfinches — this is how he celebrated the loss of virginity…

Klava lost her virginity in the bathhouse. She was nineteen. She asked to go to the bathhouse with her cousin Petya, a 35-year-old hulk — they say, I’ll whip you with a broom…

— Well, let’s go, no nonsense, I’m still too young for this, although you seem to already have everything…

As in the obscene verse:

Dunya heated the bathhouse,

called my neighbor Vanya

Soar with yourself…

“Vanya, what sticks out between his legs is

Thick big — just miracles?

Vanya answers: “This is “sausage.”

If you want to have lunch,

Taste my sausage

Lie on your back, spread your thighs,

Is it delicious — answer!..”

Klava bit her lip: “Still young, you say? Well, I’ll show you…” We washed ourselves, she stood opposite, put the p… — no reaction; She took his drooping penis in her tender girlish hands and ran her prick through the hairs on his pussy… He stood up like iron.

Lately he’s been fed up with his wife; She pushes him in the side, he seems to want to, but he can’t — he doesn’t get up. He goes to the bathroom, takes a shaggy washcloth, shakes it in front of his penis — a stranger, a stranger, tickles his butt with the washcloth — his penis stands up; pierced and threaded the washcloth, goes to his wife, eats through the washcloth and whispers:

— Someone else’s wife…

— Petyusha, why did you put a washcloth on my p…? And, I understand, a fetish, like exciting lingerie… Well done, I’m happy…

Meanwhile, while Petya was wondering why his erection was so tight, Klavochka inserted his huge erect dick into her pussy, pressed it and broke her own membrane. And, without stopping, she continued to string and masturbate him with her p… standing until he came… Now he had no choice but to fuck a young woman, lying on the bath bench and on all fours through the ass… The whole range at once during the loss of virginity.

20 years have passed, and now Aunt Klava invited her nephew Zhenya Sharov to the bathhouse, supposedly to whip him with a broom, but in reality to initiate him into a man. We washed ourselves, Zhenya got up.

— Aunt Klav, what should we do?

— Do not you know? Don’t be a fool. The men explained to you where to insert it so that it would fall.

“They said, yes, I’m shy, I’m ashamed, you’re like family.” Oh, I don’t have any urine as much as I want to, forgive me, Klava, spread your thighs… or I’ll die…

— Well, well, don’t be stupid, forget about shame, this is a sacred thing. What kind of relatives am I to you — the seventh water on jelly. I am your first woman, and this is for life… Do you want more? Liked? Well, that means I made you a man, as I promised to your mother… No, no, this is the first and last time, that was the agreement, for tomorrow I have a husband… Well, today I’m yours, take me as many times as you can…

Polina’s first man was Uncle Vasya: his wife went away on business and asked Polya to babysit the child. She rocked the baby in the crib, stood in the shower, put on a robe, fastened it with one button, forgot to put on panties and sat down in a chair next to the crib to read the old novel by S. Richardson “Clarisse”: “How is this possible? Sir Lovelace took possession of the young Lady Clarissa while she was sleeping. How interesting, I wish I could do that.”

She dozed off, covering her face with an open book. Uncle Vasya came home from work, washed his face, went into the living room — what is it? The young beauty Lady Polya is sleeping in a chair next to the crib, her tits have fallen out of her robe, her thighs are bare to the pubis, her silken fur is visible. Uncle Vasya’s male instinct kicked in; he carefully, so as not to wake her up, bent her “sled” and inserted his erect dick into her pussy… Realizing that she had become a woman, Polya opened her eyes: what was it — a dream or reality?

— If you liked it, we can repeat it.

— Uncle Vasya, your wife will come soon, we won’t have time…

— These are my problems…

Polya covered her face with a book and pretended to be asleep… The wife caught them, but did not make a scene: she did not get married intact and, although her husband never reproached her, she considered herself guilty and arranged it so that her husband would break his niece’s virginity as compensation…

20 years passed and Polina had to seduce her nephew Vanya Lasankin in the same place and at the same hour… She crossed paths with Vanya at the well and whispered:

— Come in the evening, I’ll be alone, we’ll eat honey. I see you’ve been wanting it for a long time… My gift to you after graduation…

Vanya knew what it meant to have honey with a woman… He came, she was reading Richardson’s novel, covered her face, seemed to be sleeping, lounged in a chair, her tits fell out, her thighs were exposed to her pubis, alluring fur was visible, she spread and bent her legs, her crotch opened, the entrance to her pussy was visible. n… While performing intercourse, Vanyusha slowly read a children’s poem:

I came to you, you read,

My gaze fell on your front,

My dormant whisper,

A platoon jumped into action…

And your channel is my shutter

I locked it securely and tightly!

Having blocked her channel two more times — she constantly covered her face with the book, even when he had her through her ass — he asked:

— What about tomorrow?

Polina unexpectedly responded in poetry; apparently she knew this verse:

Now we both studied

Combat training course

And every day we went to the woods

Clean my bore!

“No, dear Vanyusha, this is impossible, my husband won’t allow it, and I made a vow to your mother: I’ll give it to you only once.” Although they are intimate promises, so that they can be broken… You cleaned my channel very well, and the forest beckons… Oh, I’m lost…

If a woman says “no,” it means “maybe,” if she says “maybe,” it means “yes”; Well, if she immediately said “yes”, then what kind of woman is she… this is b…

***

But it is curious how the further relationships of these three couples developed — three graces and three young men: Sanya and Dunya, Zhenya and Klava, Vanya and Polya.

Since childhood, Sanya was ardently and passionately in love with Dunya, but, having mastered her, he immediately forgot, and he had nothing else with her. Zhenya generally considered intimacy with Klava a misunderstanding and never crossed paths with her anywhere else, especially in the bathhouse.

Only Vanya and Polya developed long-term and strange intimate relationships. Of course, not out of love for poetry and not because Polya was inflamed (“I’m lost”). In this case, Vanya would simply avoid her and they would have nothing, she would go crazy and that’s it, her husband would cut her short. But they developed “chemistry” — mutual attraction, incomprehensible to the mind: intimacy cannot be understood with the mind, and cannot be measured with a common yardstick. They did not become lovers, did not make dates, did not look for meetings, but the world in the village is small: they crossed paths at weddings, parties, field work, haymaking, even at funerals, and they were irresistibly drawn to each other, they silently retired to a secluded corner, of which there are plenty in the village, and quietly and happily indulged in brief copulation.

Even in winter, minus thirty: she is in a fur coat, warm woolen leggings, felt boots; he is wearing a short fur coat, quilted trousers, fleece underpants, and also felt boots — it is impossible to imagine that this is possible in such conditions. But she opens her fur coat, he opens his sheepskin coat, cuddles up to each other and falls into a snowdrift; the blizzard tries to stop them, but in vain, and Vanin… inexplicably finds a crack, a loophole, a hole among all her clothes — a hole in her leggings in the right place — and breaks straight into Polina’s p… to warm up there… and get — once again — an invaluable reward for your hard work…

Under these conditions, Vanyusha manages to insert into the p… Polina

Vasilievna only has half of it…, but both of them are still happy, having received heavenly pleasure…

How great is the desire to get this award that even such extreme conditions do not stop Ivan Petrovich; Polechka understands this and helps in every possible way so that Petrovich’s x… gets into her p…

Intimacy in a snowdrift is Vanya’s highest achievement, worthy of being included in the book of records in this sport. But no one submitted an application, only Polina boasted to her sisters, but they did not believe it. It is known that in the area of intimacy, everyone lies even more than fishermen and hunters.

What happened next? Hurry up and pour me a glass of wine, I can’t tell you anymore…

***

This could have been the end of the story about the three graces of our area and their three loyal fans, if there had not been a third season of this series…

The restless sisters decided to organize a joint holiday, either the Apple Savior, or March 8, and with their husbands and nephews they gathered in a large house near Dunya in Savaslake.

They gave their husbands a good drink of moonshine, they quickly fell asleep, and the sisters, knowing that they would not wake up for a day, began to dance, kiss their nephews, and each with her “godson” retired to the prepared beds in the entryway, on the second floor and in the hayloft and got busy love. Exactly at twelve, as agreed, in all three places the couches began to sway rhythmically, moans of voluptuousness, whispers, and timid breathing were heard:

— Don’t be in such a hurry, I’m yours for the whole night… I didn’t have time to lie down, and x… it’s already in… I waited a whole year, you say, after the first time… then by the river… Oh, what a sweet time it was… Well, I waited, why? Is that how to partake? I don’t have time to adjust to the rhythm…

Everything would be fine, but they started a “change” — an exchange of partners: one left to supposedly clean up, and the other took her place. In the morning everything fell into place, and Vanya, Zhenya and Sanya hugged their Polina, Klava and Dunya, without suspecting a substitution, and d… their morning boner. And the girls realized:

— Grandmothers, what have we done? After all, perhaps the nephews had their own mothers. It turns out that sons eat their mothers

— Are you kidding! This is incredible. Let’s assume that this did not happen. On the other hand, our figures are the same, our mandibles are also the same, and theirs are… the same. But just in case, on the next holiday, Trinity, no exchanges.

— But I think that we just mixed up the beds and out of three times we had two with the “godson”, so calm down, there was no incest, and if there was, it was accidental and it doesn’t count. And what, exactly, terrible happened if my son confused me in the dark and took my mother away? So on the next holiday, I’m in favor of a “shift change”: it’s so nice to recreate the antics of youth. If it’s in the dark, then it’s possible, we won’t tell them, let everyone think that only their beloved aunt is f.e.l.

And if I tell him: you fucked me tonight. And he will say: I felt a new P., I know P. from both aunts well. And I: did you like the new one? And he: how! And then he will want me right at home, when my husband is not there, and what should I do then: give it or not give it? Here’s the question.

“And I wouldn’t have any questions, I would have given it right away, but he doesn’t notice me, he dreams only of aunties.” Oh, girls, let me tell you: I noticed that our boys also changed when we left them, so it’s impossible to understand who had it with who overnight, except for the first time. It is known, for example, that Vanya has been fucking you, Polya, for a year now in the most inappropriate places, in nettles, in a snowdrift, on bags of lentils — everyone knows about this except her husband. Therefore, Vanya may have spent the night only with you, maybe with his mother for a change, and now she will say that they had nothing, she slept like with a child in childhood.

— What are you saying? I definitely noticed that I was lying on different beds, I didn’t fall asleep anywhere, in all three places I was fucked equally passionately and recklessly, and I can’t say who, it’s dark, but no one kissed me, didn’t squeeze my tits, they just poked around in my pussy… with your x…. And I confess, sisters, I visited two of your husbands during the night, they were fast asleep; I rubbed their pussies, they hardened and rose up, I sat down on them and jumped around, the men never woke up.

Will I give it to my son now? In no case, although he hinted, I firmly: no and no, get it out of your head. Enough for me: my husband, and even my sisters’ husbands. So, I tell him, negotiate with the aunties, they don’t mind, and even better — with girls the same age, why is he fixated on the aunties, isn’t he a geranthophile? It’s a matter of principle. Even if it was with my son, I didn’t notice. For me, size doesn’t matter, they’re all good, I don’t feel any difference. And sometimes I give it to strangers, without any principles.

One day a cab driver in a two-wheeler gave me a lift.

I asked him to sing a song for me.

He started singing, and I picked it up…

We laugh, push each other, I leaned back on the straw, my skirt rode up, my thighs spread out, and at the same moment cupid frolicked between our legs and he ended up on my breasts…

He dropped the reins, the horses rushed at a gallop:

They were carried away by evil spirits…

Did I remember what kind of X he had? No, it was so romantic: on potholes and potholes, his X slipped out, he inserted it again and e. yeah… and the bouncing on the bump happens on its own… I finished, stopped the horses: come on, cutie, no racing… I haven’t tried it…

The same thing happened in the haymaking: sometimes you would sit down in a fresh haystack, and a young mower would be there: a blade of grass would tickle your ear, and the second hand would slide along your thigh, feeling for underpants, but who puts on underpants when haymaking, there’s a river nearby, there’s always We swam naked.

And at a wedding: in our country, it’s considered that if at someone else’s wedding, one, or even two of you, don’t sing. Well, the wedding didn’t go well, why did I go…

— Oh, girls, what was it: a night of love or a night of horror? It turns out that, perhaps, my son spent the whole night fucking with his mother in the dark, but thought that he was fucking with his beloved cousin, essentially a stranger’s woman, and all night mommy thought that he was fucking with his beloved cousin, essentially with a stranger’s man, actively she waved and kicked her ass… But for me, I had a night of voluptuousness, I felt that I was only seventeen years old and three unfamiliar young men alternately loved me all night. Now I’m charged for the whole year, until next time…

Here Polina smiled mysteriously, sensing that if she and her husband did not go home by evening, then today Vanya would trap her somewhere in a chicken coop or barn… And for some reason her heart melted sweetly in her chest…

(The premonition did not deceive Polina, and after that she carefully asked Vanya:

— Could you do the same thing as with me, with your mother?

Vanya’s eyes widened.

— Polina, are you crazy? This is absolutely impossible, although I saw my mother in a negligee and half-dressed, but there was never a thought, and the penis did not rise, and will never rise, unlike you, as soon as you unbutton two buttons on your robe and show a little chest or thigh — x… instantly tenses up, asks to fly, and now it’s already flying in your p…, hastening the last sweet moment. How do you feel?

— Yeah, I’ll tell you so, I ran away, made me blush… Will you do it again?.. What if I show you my ass?)

— Oh, girls, what happened to me — I can’t say it in a fairy tale, I can’t describe it with a pen: these tomboys tonight had me in all three of my holes at the same time, in three…, they stuck it in me everywhere… I never took it in my mouth, in my husband I’ve never given my ass, but here in the darkness and confusion someone stuck it in. First, I sat on top of his p…, bent over, kicked his ass, and the other one sat behind him and was already poking his ass. She turned her head, and put the third one in her mouth… Well, she was already drunk… I had to respect… A very exciting thing. I felt their f… rubbing me everywhere, but did they do this to you? Why are you silent? Embarrassed to admit?..

— Let me put in my two cents: we were all screwed, so no one can say for sure who went to bed with whom and who got up with whom. Perhaps three of them piled on top of one; We are all the same age and look alike, so we cannot rule out the possibility that all night each little son fucks only his mother, both in front and behind. Now admit it: has anyone had cancer through the ass overnight? I’ve only been like this once, but I don’t know who… It was so cool, more pleasant than the front, because our asses are cool, they’re just a sight to behold (see photo), prettier than the front, no one would mind falling in love through them…

And it’s true: what the f…, what the f… changing is just a waste of time. And the fact that they exchanged x… husband for x… nephew is — one x…

So they persuaded themselves, and we can only believe them and envy their ingenuity… in justifying their tricks.

You already understand, dear reader, that in my texts I advocate satisfying your intimate desires with distant and close relatives (except blood relatives, of course) of any age — of course, by agreement. A sister-in-law, a match-in-law, a mother-in-law, a sister-in-law, aunties, nieces, cousins and second cousins, and even grandmothers, if they are young and full of desires, etc., etc. will do.

If your own passion is too stubborn and does not give, sometimes it is permissible to force her to copulate half by force: she is less likely to go to the authorities with a statement than someone else’s giver. This is safer and calmer than meeting a partner on the street, at a corporate party, in a nightclub, on social networks, etc. Therefore, I ask you to accept the collection of my stories about Eros…

“…half funny, half sad,

common people, sexy, —

the careless fruit of my amusements…”

“...Three sisters under the window

We sat down one evening…”

(To be continued…)

In the picture: Aunt Polina gave her nephew Vanya a house in the same place where she once lost her virginity.

In the picture: Aunt Claudia remembers how she gave her nephew Zhenya in the bathhouse and initiated him into a man… God, that was recently, that was a long time ago. But I didn’t go to the bathhouse with him anymore, a little of the good stuff… although he hinted… and asked in plain text… but I resisted, it wasn’t enough for my nephew to become a lover… and there are plenty of crumpet lovers…

If a man finds himself in a bathhouse with a woman, after the steam room he will have a hard time with anyone: be it a fat woman, a relative, a slender young woman or a super plump lady at a respectable age…

Zhenya was no exception: when he finally got her, he saw a slender young beauty, which, of course, Klava was not… He understood why he and his aunt ended up in the bathhouse. But when we undressed, I doubted whether I could blow her off, she has such huge thighs, a huge ass, and I have such a small piss. But then they steamed, got excited, rubbed each other’s backs, splashed with water, and Zhenya got up and turned out to be not so small after all. And she instantly lay down on the floor and spread her thighs. Doubts aside: I hit her right away, and she turned out to have such a small, so tight P. and sweet, sweet. And H. became bolder and frolicked. He had never tried anything sweeter and ate Klava’s crumpet with all the fervor of a new person… again and again, in the bathhouse, and then in the dressing room, and then in the house, on the trestle bed. Until she said: that’s enough, well done, didn’t give up, now go home and forget it…

“How can you forget her sweet, sweet P,” Evgeniy later recalled, “of course I dreamed about her nights and days.” But she refused my requests: no, no, Zheka, I won’t give it, I already explained to you, we had an agreement, we’ll give it only once. Your mother will scold you and me for violating the agreement.

And yet I managed to eat. beat Klava more than once. I made sure that her husband accompanies her to the bathhouse every other Saturday. And I fell into her bathhouse, undressed in the dressing room, and here I was with a standing X.

— Oh, Zheka, you leave me no choice. Well, okay, we won’t tell your mother what we’ve eaten. You were in the bathhouse, but your husband might come and kill you.

— Death is not as terrible as your refusal. And if you give it, you might as well die.

— What kind of talk is this at twenty years old? If I don’t give it, you’ll die of grief; if I give it, you’ll die of happiness. All this is a figure of speech to influence the woman. By the way, my Kolka eats your mother and I’m not sure that they are honoring the agreement. Okay, yeah, come what may…

Well, what else can I add. I once caught Kolka eating my mother through her ass. I saw my mother’s ass for the first time and it made me hard. When Kolka finished, I couldn’t resist and fucked her too, and only when I finished did I realize that I had fooled my mother and she realized what had happened:

— Oh, Zhenechka, what have we done, what a sin, I thought Kolka was eating me, I was still surprised, for the fourth time and X. seems different. Evgeniy saw such an ass and could not resist, and who could have resisted and only when he finished, he realized whose ass it was, but did not repent, but began to look for excuses:

— Ma, it’s not a sin. God also allowed Cain, Abel and Shem to have their mother Eve, there were no other women. But God could easily have created three more women for his sons.

***

This is the kind of butt that once confused my friend Kolya:

“Mom’s sister Zina stopped by our place while she was passing through, she made eyes at me during dinner in the evening, and in the morning I saw her butt in the kitchen, she herself was leaning over the table and cooking. In the morning, as usual, he’s just standing there, and here’s a beautiful butt. I couldn’t control myself, I planted her: she didn’t react at all, she didn’t even turn around. He finished and went to get some sleep. The next morning everything happened again. But in the afternoon I learned that Zina had left yesterday.

Who was in the kitchen? Is it really maman? The butts are exactly the same. On the third morning everything happened again. I couldn’t resist, I looked at my face: bah, it’s my neighbor Klava! She quickly left. And I was left perplexed: did I have a three-day affair with one butt or with different ones at once?

On the fourth morning I rush to the kitchen, and there’s no one there…

***

That’s how I once dreamed of a neighbor when I washed in her bathhouse, but of course without her, I was already older than Zhenya, but I didn’t have one yet. Her dimensions were no smaller than Klava’s, the same thighs, the same ass, but her tits were watermelons. Once I washed myself, wandered through the garden and crossed paths with her:

— Sanya, I feel from a distance that you want to wash with me. But this is impossible: my husband is jealous, and I am a one-woman woman, and in the bath he always eats me, and after the bath too. When are you leaving for your Taganrog, in a week? You are already nineteen, and you have never experienced this heavenly pleasure? Poor thing. Does my build bother you? Vice versa? It’s nice. Have you loved me for a long time and want me? Maybe I’ll make an exception to the rule for you. I’ll give it one time before leaving. We have one more Saturday… Maybe your dream will come true… if your husband is away and I decide to wash with you…

On Saturday I was waiting for her in the bathhouse, H. stood, but she didn’t come: that means her husband didn’t leave, or she didn’t make up her mind, and I left without having a full sip…

Of course, I deceived my neighbor Zina that I was still a virgin and had loved her for a long time. The first experience was four years ago with my own aunt Polya without any love. But I already knew that such deception increases the chances of achieving what I want, even if he doesn’t love me, he will at least regret it. But the truth was that Polya was a widow and it happened on the bed, but she was not in the bathhouse with someone else’s wife.

I saw Zina in winter, jumping out of the bathhouse naked and jumping into a snowdrift and rubbing herself with snow and back into the bathhouse. One could say I fell in love with this one, i.e. wanted. Her unfulfilled promise led to the fact that I began to dream about her on Saturdays: I wash in the bathhouse, and she comes in naked and laughs: they fooled a fool with four fists.

I got rid of the obsession after I fucked the cleaning lady, Aunt Raya, in the shower stall. In Taganrog I lived in a hostel on the fourth floor, the maid there was Glafira, God, the same build as Zina, I was drawn to the plump ones after Aunt Polya. There was a shower in the basement; both women and men washed there, of course in separate stalls. Enterprising couples sometimes made love there. But if a man inadvertently opens the curtain, and there is a woman, a squeal rises: where are you going, you fool, can’t you see it’s busy.

As I walked naked along the booths, a hand from behind the curtain grabbed me and pulled me into the booth. God, mind me, a copy of Zina was washing there, the same thighs, the same steep hip line, the same ass and the same tits, and she covers P. with her palm in the same way (like Zina once did, there in Svasleika, in the garden, when my H. raged in front of her thighs and she didn’t give in) well, I didn’t look above the tits, so as not to be disappointed. And this naked woman whispered: you asked Glafira, but she didn’t give it, she has too many gentlemen, but I will give, I’m the same maid, only from the third floor, new: I have a shortage, but what’s up, you’ll be the first, but My figure and pussy may be even better than hers. She told me about you, your neighbor Zina didn’t give it to you and you still suffer about her. Glafira didn’t give it, you’re suffering again. My dear, the best cure for such suffering is to eat. There is another woman of the same figure, and this is me. Why are you frozen, are you up?

— Well, how about right away? Let’s go out, sit, drink a bottle of port…

— Sanya, are you a fool? You hold a wet naked hot woman in your arms, pressed yourself against my tits and stomach, X. rested on my thighs. So what: you want to let me out of your hands and let’s go drink vodka with you. Don’t be stupid. I only have half an hour after work. When I leave, I’ll rush straight home, cook dinner for my husband, and he’ll come home from work, wash his hands and, before sitting down at the table, eat me. yeah. We’ll have a drink with you, of course, but later. I understood everything, just like that… ah, good… and the warm one went… Did you like it? Then come take a shower on Saturdays, after work I’m always here alone and there’s not a soul in my soul… Two or three Saturdays and you’ll forget Zina and Glafira… How can you forget them: I still remember this love triangle: me and three married ladies

This is my neighbor Aunt Zina in the bathhouse. I didn’t give it: I’m a one-woman lover and, although I feel how you love me and want me, and I like you too, why lie, I can’t, I was given to another and I’ve been faithful to him for thirty years: both in the bathhouse and after, he eats me only my husband, only for him I remove my palm from the entrance, for others the entrance is always closed. Here’s my bath card as a souvenir: everything I can… remember without offense.

You are so young, you have eaten more than one woman yet. eat in the bathhouse. Much later, I mentally answered her: you don’t understand, I only wanted you, because my neighbor, my lover, and most importantly, only in this bathhouse, where I often washed and dreamed about you and X. stood up on you and I stuck him in the washcloth, imagining that this is your “shaggy hair”

That’s how I once dreamed of a neighbor when I washed in her bathhouse, but of course without her, I was already older than Zhenya, but I didn’t have one yet. Her dimensions were no smaller than Klava’s, the same thighs, the same ass, but her tits were watermelons. Once I washed myself, wandered through the garden and crossed paths with her:

— Sanya, I feel from a distance that you want to wash with me. But this is impossible: my husband is jealous, and I am a one-woman woman, and in the bath he always eats me, and after the bath too. When are you leaving for your Taganrog, in a week? You are already nineteen, and you have never experienced this heavenly pleasure? Poor thing. Does my build bother you? Vice versa? It’s nice. Have you loved me for a long time and want me? Maybe I’ll make an exception to the rule for you. I’ll give it one time before leaving. We have one more Saturday… Maybe your dream will come true… if your husband is away and I decide to wash with you… On Saturday I was waiting for her in the bathhouse, H. stood, but she didn’t come: that means the husband didn’t leave, or she I didn’t make up my mind, but I left without eating well…

Of course, I deceived my neighbor Zina that I was still a virgin and had loved her for a long time. The first experience was four years ago with my own aunt Polya without any love. But I already knew that such deception increases the chances of achieving what I want, even if he doesn’t love me, he will at least regret it. But the truth was that Polya was a widow and it happened on the bed, but she was not in the bathhouse with someone else’s wife.

I saw Zina in winter, jumping out of the bathhouse naked and jumping into a snowdrift and rubbing herself with snow and back into the bathhouse. One could say I fell in love with this one, i.e. wanted. Her unfulfilled promise led to the fact that I began to dream about her on Saturdays: I wash in the bathhouse, and she comes in naked and laughs: they fooled a fool with four fists.

I got rid of the obsession after I fucked the cleaning lady, Aunt Raya, in the shower stall. In Taganrog I lived in a hostel on the fourth floor, the maid there was Glafira, God, the same build as Zina, I was drawn to the plump ones after Aunt Polya. There was a shower in the basement; both women and men washed there, of course in separate stalls. Enterprising couples sometimes made love there. But if a man inadvertently opens the curtain, and there is a woman, a squeal rises: where are you going, you fool, can’t you see it’s busy.

As I walked naked along the booths, a hand from behind the curtain grabbed me and pulled me into the booth. God, mind me, a copy of Zina was washing there, the same thighs, the same steep hip line, the same ass and the same tits, and she covers P. with her palm in the same way (like Zina once did, there in Svasleika, in the garden, when my H. raged in front of her thighs and she didn’t give in) well, I didn’t look above the tits, so as not to be disappointed. And this naked woman whispered: you asked Glafira, but she didn’t give it, she has too many gentlemen, but I will give, I’m the same maid, only from the third floor, new: I have a shortage, but what’s up, you’ll be the first, but My figure and pussy may be even better than hers. She told me about you, your neighbor Zina didn’t give it to you and you still suffer about her. Glafira didn’t let you suffer again, my dear, the best cure for such suffering is to fuck another woman of the same figure, and that’s me. Why are you frozen, are you up?

— Well, how about right away? Let’s go out, sit, drink a bottle of port…

— Sanya, are you a fool? You hold a wet naked hot woman in your arms, pressed yourself against my tits and stomach, X. rested on my thighs.

So what: you want to let me out of your hands and let’s go drink vodka with you. Don’t be stupid. I only have half an hour after work. When I leave, I’ll rush straight home to cook dinner for my husband, and he’ll come home from work, wash his hands, and fuck me before sitting down at the table. We’ll have a drink with you, of course, but later. I understood everything, just like that… ah, good… and the warm one went… Did you like it? Then come take a shower on Saturdays, after work I’m always here alone and there’s not a soul in my soul… Two or three Saturdays and you’ll forget both Zina and Glafira…

How can you forget them: I still remember this love triangle: me and three married ladies…

And once again I show my neighbor Zina in the book. Many years later I saw her “shaggy hair” in the bathhouse. H. gets up on her silky fur instantly, oh how I want to plant it in her fur. Anyone who has seen THIS will understand me: the experienced one immediately wants it, but the more gentle one goes crazy.

So she washed herself, lay down, and daydreamed: oh, how I wish someone would insert their H. into me here, but not my husband, why am I such a one-woman woman, saving such gorgeous tits and such a hot P. only for my husband. And only in my dreams can I give food to at least a dozen men after the bath.

She didn’t give it to me: I’m a monogamous woman and, although I feel how you love and want me, and I like you too, why lie, I can’t, I was given to another and I’ve been faithful to him for thirty years: both in the bathhouse and after, she didn’t give me. Only my husband is there, only for him I remove my palm from the entrance, for others the entrance is always closed. Here’s my bath card as a souvenir: everything I can… remember without offense.

You are so young, you have eaten more than one woman yet. eat in the bathhouse. Much later, I mentally answered her: you don’t understand, I only wanted you, because my neighbor, my lover, and most importantly, only in this bathhouse, where I often washed and dreamed about you and X. stood up on you and I stuck him in the washcloth, imagining that this is your “shaggy hair”

I was in Taganrog for four years, every vacation I came to Svasleika and saw my neighbor Zina going to the bathhouse, she remained adamant.

In my fifth year I left Taganrog and ended up in Moscow as a freshman student. During the holidays, I saw through the fence that Zina was going to the bathhouse, we met our eyes and she beckoned me with her hand. I jumped over the fence and found myself in the bathhouse with her: you are now a Muscovite, a student, congratulations and let me rub my back and perhaps more, well, well, don’t rush… oh, neighbor, you’ve been waiting for five years, you still love me… wow, you’ve already got an erection, now your husband is away, now you can, my P. and tits are at your disposal, but first let’s wash, I’ll look at your erect X. and anticipate pleasure, and you will look at my tits and P. and inflamed with desire to eat. Please forgive me, I hope you will forgive me for tormenting you for so long…

And I forgave and hugged the unwashed one… and then the washed one…

And I was in no hurry. First, I stroked the silky fur on my pubic area. Then he slapped her palm between her legs, pressed his lips to her lower lips, felt her clitoris and sucked until it hardened. I touched the nipples on the tits, they became hard. He stuck his tongue into her P. and worked, she trembled.

— Oh, God, student, you fucked me with your tongue, I came. Let’s not put X. in there, I’m afraid: yours is so thick and big, and mine is so small and tight.

— Zinochka, cutie, how will we be, I have a normal average, and what’s less with my husband?

— Well, yes, twice.

— Wow, he looks like Count Orlov when he eats. al Istomin, she was dissatisfied.

Without thinking of offending my dear one,

The countess took the microscope

And he says: let me see

What are you doing to me, my dear, oops!

But you gave birth to three and already got married and you

still tight, like the hymen?

— Well, yes, I’m recovering quickly… and I’m a pullet again.

“And I was staring at your daughters, I wanted to break their virginities, but I didn’t succeed, it seems that our womanizer-womanizer Khokhon broke them.” But I’m holding their mother’s tits and now I’ll start fucking her for real, X., and not with my tongue: it’s impossible to leave the bathhouse without being fucked, I’ll print out her tight and hot P. and I’ll fuck for all three..

You will also say: let’s not do it. Yes, I’ve been waiting for this moment for five years. Why are there five? I was ten years old and I already asked: Aunt Zina, let me blow it. And you: no, grow up first, you won’t succeed now.

And now I’m eighteen: Aunt Zina, come on, I’m already eighteen, otherwise I’ll die at your feet. And you: no, I won’t, I’m already married and will be faithful to my husband forever. And I’ll die at my feet, this is a figure of speech, all the men tell me so, I didn’t give it to any of them and not one of them died.

And here we are together in the bathhouse, you are naked, I am naked, I have an erection, and you: let’s not do it. We will be there until we miss you three times. oh, I won’t let you out of the bathhouse.

— Oh, well, “let’s not do it”, this is a figure of speech, I justify my shame and embarrassment that I give to a young student in my eyes. Yes, yes, everything will be your way, since I invited you to the bathhouse with me and I know why two people go to the bathhouse. Throw at least four sticks. Maybe I’ll give birth to a son, otherwise my husband only makes girls.

About virgins. Well, I don’t know, my sons-in-law didn’t complain. Who to believe?

And you stared at me too, devouring me with your eyes until I came. And H. pointed over the fence, I blushed and turned away. And did you end up looking closely?

“I didn’t finish, but it was dripping from the end.” I knew one guy: he was twice as thick as mine and could enter any P. freely, are you naive, it expands easily.

Well, that’s enough chatting, spread your thighs, present your desired P., I want to meet her, make friends and fall in love, and wave her, don’t be ashamed, don’t be embarrassed, like this…, more… until you scream, I won’t stop…

— My boy, don’t rush me, I can’t live up to you, I’m fit to be a mother. And then, when I refused, didn’t you try to go to your mommy’s?

— Zina, are you out of your mind? Is it possible?

— For some, yes. There’s your friend Kolka, then he’s been eating his mother for a whole month. But he didn’t confess, but she, my friend Fyokla, confessed, and her eyes were shining…

— Oh, Zina, what a shame and sin, my son has been eating me for a month now, and he’s only eighteen, and I’m already over forty. I don’t understand how it happened, I was sleeping, I felt someone entered me and fucked. I pretended to be asleep. In the morning we woke up in different beds and pretended that nothing had happened. And it started, as soon as I dozed off, he was already on top of me and was busily inserting his X. into my P. and no kisses or caresses. E. We eat blindly, he pretends that it’s not me, and I pretend that it’s not him. I have no idea what to do next…

— Don’t think about it, it will stop on its own, it will cool down. As far as I know, this happens once and not only with a mother and son, but even with a grandson and grandmother or a nephew with an aunt.

All three of my sons-in-law wanted to eat me. Well, I didn’t give it to anyone, they said that my butt was more beautiful than their wives’. One even tried to take it by force, in the morning, sleepy, he had already bent the sled, and touched the entrance with his butt and entered my P.,e. oh, he’s jubilant, I came three times, but I didn’t let him cum in my body, I still twisted around, threw him off, came on the sheet and spanked me with anything, so it doesn’t count what I had with him… the only thing missing was to give birth to my son-in-law…

So, you are Sanya, my only man, after my husband, whom I let cum in his body…

Ah, this is the summer of our love, the vacation of my love with my neighbor Zinochka, and how old is she, probably twice as old? or three times? What’s the difference, she finally gave the main thing and I’m happy…

And there were five years of study and five holidays ahead, and Zina gave birth to a son. Once I was drinking with her son-in-law and he blabbed: and I, by the way, am my mother-in-law, Zinaida Ivanovna, sometimes. The first time she resisted for the sake of order:

— No, no, boy, there’s no need for me to tell my daughter. But in a whisper and with anguish: Oh, yours is so big and fat, and mine is so small, hot and tight, I’m afraid yours won’t fit into mine, only my husband, he has half the size. But I already got up, threw her across the bed, panties off, legs on shoulders… even as I walked in, and you, Zinaida Ivanovna, were afraid. And then, as soon as we’re alone together, without words… She assures: you’re the only man I have besides my husband…

— Eh, neighbor, I confess, I really want women and my wife is not enough for me, and my mother-in-law is an ordinary woman for me. She danced at the wedding, slightly raised her hem, showed her thighs, came out, I followed her: Zinaida Ivanovna, give me one!

— What?

“Look at your thighs just once, they’re really good, raise your hem higher.”

“I understand everything, you’re in a hurry, son-in-law, the honeymoon hasn’t passed yet, but you already want to go to the left.” In a month, I promise, I’ll raise the hem higher if we’re left alone.

And so it happened. The two of us were left. We looked into each other’s eyes. He pulled her hem up to her navel. Oh, these dazzling white tender thighs, they can drive you crazy: look at them and die. Fortunately, not a single woman who showed me her thighs demanded to die.

He laid her across the bed.

— Well, look, look, let me go now, you won’t deceive me, you promised to just look…

— Of course of course.

Slowly I move the stick along the thighs to the pubis.

And oh, miracle, she slowly spreads her thighs and opens the entrance…

— So do you agree? I waited for a whole month and had no hope.

“And I didn’t hope, of course I understood that you wanted to eat me.” Yes, but in a month I could change my mind.

But I didn’t give it to you then, Kolya, right at the wedding, behind the curtain, not because I considered it unacceptable to give myself to my son-in-law before my wife. Such cases that the son-in-law eats. I married my mother-in-law at the wedding and even earlier and even married her daughter in order to have free access to my mother-in-law’s body — we’ve been in our area and nothing.

If I had raised my hem then, and I didn’t have any panties, and you already had H. burst out of your fly, you would of course have planted me, but I resisted.

The thing is that I was possessed by a fixed idea: to sleep with a man who has a big penis. My husband and I only gave birth to girls, but I wanted a son and I sinned on my husband’s little X.

Where can you find such a guy? First of all, at weddings: in our country it is believed that if a wedding is without a fight and without bacchanalia, then it is boring. So I danced, lifted my hem, showed my thighs, and already three people were following me. And I choose:

— Show X first. No, I won’t, this one doesn’t suit my P.

— Yeah, but this one is just right…

But I haven’t managed to get pregnant yet, and for poor Zina all the odds were equal and I decided to give it to my son-in-law, especially, Kolya, you have a pretty decent X.

So, on the first day of the new month, we found ourselves alone in the evening. She has thin flesh-colored panties, I thought, there are no panties, I put X in her P. it fits tight…

— Zinaida Ivanovna, are you virgin? Restored?

— You will say the same! My husband eats almost every night, you’ll be tortured to recover, there won’t be enough money, wait, I’ll take off my panties…

Ah, this sweet moment when my X. enters P.‘s mother-in-law for the first time. I’m trembling all over with passion and pleasure. How delightful evening in Russia. Still, the mother-in-law is an unusual woman. I planted it all the way, how I wanted to reach the bottom, but I never had the chance…

Tears flowed from her eyes, all crimson with shame and embarrassment, whispers, timid breathing…

— Still, I deceived you, my boy…

E.u., she reads poetry:

I want my shame

Everyone will never know

And let there be a whole night of love.

So that there are nightingales outside the window.

Then fuck me, I’m numb,

At least many times, not just once…

And within a minute, she shamelessly swings, scratches her back, gives hickeys and screams. She says that she never screamed with her husband, even on their honeymoon.

That’s how it was, but she didn’t become a mistress, only by chance, once a month, or even a year. She suggested: I see that you have a lot of strength left after your wife, and you are interested in older ladies, I can introduce you to my cousins and second cousins, maybe you can get along with one, or even two.

I hit it off with three, you throw her a “stick”, she: give me more, but I don’t have the strength anymore… I can introduce you too…

But that is another story

Maid from the fourth floor, Aunt Glafira. I didn’t give it: I only give it to one tenant in the room, and even though I like you, why lie, you’re the second one, and the rule is more important.

Exceptions do happen, but they are rare. I’m working with a vacuum cleaner, and this impudent guy stood behind him,

I stood up, adjusted myself, bent over, kicked my ass…

I don’t stop vacuuming… that’s the maid’s lot.

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This is the maid from the third floor, Aunt Raya. Dala: I give it in my heart only to you in order to remove from your memory Aunt Zina, who did not give it to you in the bathhouse. Even though you don’t love me, you keep dreaming about Glasha, but I haven’t believed in love for a long time, I believe only in pleasure, and with that you’re okay. And you always eat me three times: apparently the first for Zina, the second for Glafira, and only then me.

Well, when I clean the rooms, spontaneous oddities happen. He seems to be sleeping, but he threw back the blanket. and it sticks out at me, so beautiful and big. I immediately sit down on his X., start jumping up on him. And then there’s the phone, they’re looking for me: yes, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’ll just finish now… oh, I’ll finish cleaning in the fifteenth… ah-ah-ah, oh, oh… uh, we finished together… such is the fate of any maid.

In the picture: Aunt Evdokia, waiting for a date with Sanya: where are you, where are you, my dear, come quickly, spread my thighs, I’ll throw my legs on your shoulders, I’m tired of waiting, I like to fool around with my nephew: I give up, today I’m all yours, kiss everywhere, less words, more passion… well, darling… I’m all open for you… and for love…

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“Here you are, a writer, collecting funny stories, how IT happened for the first time and with whom,” Nikolai Ivanovich began the story. When the time came, I dreamed of Aunt Klava, in the village it was customary to first try to woo my aunt and the aunts knew about this and without a sigh went towards their nephew’s wishes, even married ones sighed and reassured: I’ll give you, but you need a reliable moment.

But Aunt Klava refused me three times and even talked about my case with my mother.

— And why didn’t you give it to Kolya?

— Masha, I don’t mind, but I have a husband and a lover and not a single free night.

— What does night have to do with it, during the day I would give it once…

— Eh, Masha, apparently you didn’t let the young one even the first time: even the night isn’t enough for him, he’ll take the day too…

— Look, well, I’ll think of something.

And suddenly she says to me: today Aunt Klava will spend the night with us, don’t bother her…

Yeah, I think, what else, apparently she agreed, this is a chance… As soon as everyone fell asleep, I tiptoed towards her, snuck under the blanket, climbed on top of her, a moment and my X. is already in her P. And for the whole night she is mine, I didn’t see her face, I didn’t touch her tits, I just poked and poked, she didn’t say a word and I didn’t say a word and everything was in the same position… I was tired, fell asleep, woke up, no one was there…

A day later I go to Klava: give me more.

— What? Well, you, Kolya, are a dreamer, I didn’t spend the night with you and I didn’t spend the night with you. It was your mother who placed someone on you, maybe your neighbor Zina or the praying mantis Nyura, or maybe she herself lay down on the guest bed.

Gee, who was it, Aunt Klava, why did you decide that I needed the whole night. Yes, I will be happy if you give me one, only half an hour and only half a knob.

— Half a kopeck? Are you just going to insert half of X.?

— Well, this is a figure of speech, it means quickly, but I hope to reach the bottom.