As a child, the following incident happened to me, reflecting on my subsequent perception of my whole life and, in particular, communication with the female sex. Being twelve years old, I loved to play and spend time in a small pond behind the village gardens where we rested every summer with our parents. I went there, taking with me a box of matches and a homemade broomstick full of kerosene, building small sand and knot fortresses on the shore, deploying troops ... plastic toy soldiers, tanks that I glued from the boxes. And then he began the battle, where he was both a commander and a soldier at the same time. The game captured me, and for better reality I watered the battlefield with kerosene and set fire to it from time to time. The tanks from the boxes burned brighter as they were filled, they were gray from matches - as a result, the game inspired me so much that I didn’t notice how the dry grass that had grown along the banks of the pond caught fire. I did not notice how the fire spread to the nearest fence, made of dry slab, and only the crackling of the sticks burning in the fire distracted me from the battle in the fictional little world. This fence surrounded the area of ​​the neighbor, who was already not very keen on my presence at her house, as it seemed to me according to the views that she often threw in my direction when she went to the pond to get water. Her name was Aunt Galya and she lived alone; she had no husband and no children. Aunt Gali was about forty years old, but she looked good. A tall and large woman inspired respect and fear in little boys like me. And so I unfortunately set fire to her fence. I began to frantically fill the flask with water from the pond and put out the unhappy fence, I had to break off a couple of sticks and throw them into the water. Soon there was no fire, but the fence was pretty tarnished, and imperceptible because of the burnt grass around it could not be called. What could I do in this situation, I did not know. I understood that Aunt Galya would guess about everything, since she saw me close for half an hour before a small fire and I, opening the gate, also scorched with dry grass, went to her garden to ask for a petition for this incident with dry grass and a “random” match. . Fifty meters behind the bushes and greenhouses there was a noise - there was a bath. Coming closer, I saw Aunt Galya standing with my back in a bathrobe over a basin of linen or water. She was barefoot, and strong tanned legs against the grass immediately caught my eye. The robe, which fell long black hair, was not long. To attract attention, I coughed and was extremely surprised when, turning, Aunt Galya was holding a bottle of wine in her hands. “And Vanya ?!” she said, “what did mother send to me?”

I started saying no, and tried to hint at the fence for her, but when she heard that my parents did not know where I was, I sat at the table standing under the cherries behind the bathhouse and poured me a glass of red wine. At that age I was a very correct and obedient boy. And he treated the older generation with respect. So, after drinking through the force, I told her about the incident, peeping at her in the section of the robe, where the breasts of the size of the fourth in a black bra were visible. After listening to the description of the destruction of the fence, Aunt Galya became serious for a moment, then, laughing loudly, said that everything would be known to my parents. I was ready to cry, but she added that if I played one game with her, everything would remain secret and the fence was forgotten. The word game attracted me, but I still asked what meaning would it have? Aunt Galya drank some more wine and said, smiling at her full lips, that she wanted to cum and use the meaning of the game to use me for that. I thought about it, because I knew little about what was going on, but I agreed. Inquiring about when they were waiting for me at home and, having learned that my parents had left for the evening in the city, she said that for the next three hours I would be her slave, and she intends to punish me for the spoiled fence.I just asked if it would hurt when she took me to a large waiting room and locked the door with a key. Saying that she would not be, breathing heavily, she suddenly began to tie me, who knows where to get the towel from, hands. I was frightened, but she did it gently and, whispering in my back in my ear in a playful voice, what a bad boy I am that ruined her fence. She was much taller than me, and her breasts were rubbing against my nape. Then, just as carefully placing me on a bench in the middle of the waiting room, Aunt Galya said she would show me her breasts, and I should lick them like a puppy, which I am for her. At first I didn’t believe what I heard, what I thought and dreamed about in my heart. But when I saw Aunt Galya’s breasts falling out of her bra, and she knelt down next to the low bench on which I was lying, the doubts disappeared. Huge nipples approached my face. I, as I was ordered, stuck out my tongue and began to lick the protruding nipples. Aunt Galya groaned, and I stopped thinking that I had hurt her. There was an order to continue, and soon she shoved my huge chest into my mouth, so I had to breathe through my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that she put her hand under her robe and rubs her crotch. Even some whining sounds were heard. Soon the hand from under the robe was on my face, smearing me with some kind of mucus. But it was not disgusting to me, and even when she put her fingers into my mouth, ordering me to suck and lick them.

It lasted about thirty minutes. Then, having drunk some more wine and, rising to my full height, she told me to prepare for the most important thing. Slowly, holding up her dressing gown, she showed her huge hairy crotch, having opened it with two fingers and sighed languidly, she threw off the dressing gown sharply, remaining in one bra. I had never before seen a female naked body, except on TV and rarely. Aunt Galya stood above me, tied to a bench near the floor, tall and stately, with strong legs, big breasts and an ass. Having said that I belonged to her, she began to drop the crotch on my face. At first my nose tickled my hair, and then the tart smell and sticky mucus covered my entire face. I was followed by an order to stick out my tongue, which I did, trying to be like a puppy. The woman on me began to moan and move her pelvis, smearing her juice all over her face. She scolded me, screamed, tugging at my hair and clutching at her hairy mouth, enjoying her power. Her labia seemed huge, and because of the abundance of hair I did not see her very well. The pace accelerated and soon she said that she would end soon and wanted to see my eyes. At the same time she stood up, spread her hand over her body, ordering her to simply open her mouth, and started rubbing the clitoris with her own hand and screaming in my ass-front on my mouth and soon, trembling with my whole body, as I understood, finished. Fluid leaked into my mouth, and I swallowed everything. Getting off my face, she looked at my pants, which were surprisingly raised, and, saying that I was a bad boy and still badly punished, I sat on my face with my ass and unbuttoned my jeans. I literally licked her anus and felt the approach of a speedy orgasm for children. I did not immediately understand what punishment Aunt Galya had prepared for me at that moment when she moved the slippery crotch back into my mouth again. I only had to twitch from pleasant spasms in the lower abdomen, as a powerful warm stream of urine hit me in the mouth. So that I did not choke, she stood up and began to urinate in my face, laughing, but in the end she ordered me to drink the last jet, sending it back into my mouth. So I spent the first hour in the bath at Aunt Gali. She was sitting on the street, drinking wine, and I lay fucked and sucked on a bench in the waiting room and thought about what happened ...

Part 2.

I could not say that I did not like everything that was happening, but children's fear tormented me. What else can this woman do to me? I was distracted from indiscriminate thoughts by the creaking of floorboards - it was she who entered the waiting room and began to fall on my face again.This time I had to process her anus covered with sparse hairs as big and insatiable as the vagina. Giving me a huge butt, she groaned languidly and crawled across my face. I barely had enough air, because the nose often sank into her crotch, red and swollen with excitement.