My father was an avid fisherman. On Sundays, in any weather, he could sit for hours in the middle of the Dnieper, staring at motionless floats. For me personally, it was a real punishment. I wanted to hit the beach, dive into the undergrowth, or scream along the warm shallow water. But I heroically built myself into the same avid angler for one month on the Desna.

Every summer, the father and his friends at the water station, on several boats, went up the Desna to go fishing. Near the village ... a parking lot was equipped, where the whole summer they caught and dried bream, smoked pike, dried mushrooms and harvested a different forest grub for the winter. Usually came 5-6 boats with their wives, children, tents, pots and other junk. Parking was put in order and replacing each other lived there all summer. We, the boys, most of all liked to put in order a toilet. After all, everyone had their own slit there. In the morning we looked at the crack for women. Early in the morning we jumped up with our fathers, grabbed fishing rods, helped them push the boats into the water and stayed on the shore. Quickly catching a dozen raspberries for breakfast, we made our way through the bushes to the treasured toilet.

We, without saying a word, have distributed who is watching whose ass. Seeing that the chosen one was going to the outhouse, one of us quickly took up his position. In the days of the absence of Playboy and the porn video, to watch a woman take off satin sweatpants, then her pants and begins to defend herself was the height of bliss. After that, we had spots on our underpants and we washed them with river water. This went on for several years, but everything comes n ... This n ... I remembered for the rest of my life. I really liked to spy on Aunt Katya. She had a rounded ass and thick black pubic hair. Sitting down so that her ass almost touched the back wall of the toilet, she slowly emptied her intestines. I clearly saw how the bud of the anus began to unfold into a short tube. Then this tube opened slightly and a sausage appeared. She slowly walked out of the hole, and my “cock” quickly rested against the ground.

Aunt Kati's sausage was always long and golden in color. When the sausage came off, and the straw began to curl into the bud, I almost rested against the wall of the toilet. If you knew how I would like to insert a finger into this hole, what would it have sucked into the inside of a sweet ass. In winter, I often dreamed that it was finally happening. Naturally, a wet stain appeared on the underpants in the morning. So here. Once my dreams came true.

As usual, seeing Aunt Katya, I took a place near my favorite slot. As usual, Aunt Katya slowly took off her panties and sat down. I leaned forward to the wall of the toilet and suddenly a branch cracked under my arm. Aunt Katya turned sharply around and saw my burning eyes. I wish she screamed and scolded me. Instead, in a gentle voice, she said: “Lenechka, how great. Come here, my boy. ”I ached that I would no longer be. Just do not tell mom and even nonsense. But again she gently called out: “Go, don't be afraid of the fool.” I stood up like a zombie, covered my sticking panties with my hands and dragged myself towards the door. The door was already open. Aunt Katya, without changing her posture, took my hand and said, “I forgot the piece of paper. Wipe my ass. Stunned, I asked: "How and with what?" "With a finger, like in a school toilet," she answered and pulled my hand down. Without thinking anything and not noticing, I knelt down and ran my finger along the anus bud. “Fu, what a dirty finger. He has to be washed. ”Aunt Katya purred and pointed a finger into my mouth. Quite calmly, I licked my finger and shivered in wild excitement.

“You’re a full-grown boy.” She said, and snapped me over the bulging cowards. Immediately my “cockerel” broke out with such a portion of sperm that it dripped onto the ground. Aunt Katya laughed softly, and I rushed into the river and rushed into the water.All day I went in anticipation of exposure and punishment. However, everything was calm, only my mother asked: “Did you not get sick?” The next morning, I performed the usual ritual of sending fishermen, but did not go to the outhouse. I was not interested. I hardly remember what my eyes saw. But my finger could not forget the soft folds, the gentle squeezing of the anus muscles, the smell of the female perineum. The boys were very surprised, and I snapped back into the woods. There, having fallen flat on the ground, I gave free rein to my imagination.

After a day or two, Aunt Katya went to the grocery store. Women took turns going to the village store, and we helped carry bags and nets. This time Aunt Katya called me with her. I began to abut, vaguely anticipating the development of the morning story. However, the mother, having given me a headset, cut off the ways of retreat. Aunt Katya put on a sundress made of thin fabric, through which the elastic bands from her underpants prodded. I knew this outfit very well. He always excited me a lot. Today, I silently trudged behind Aunt Katya, not daring to even look at her ass. Been stingy, she said that she had to go to the pharmacy on the other side of the village. I chuckled vaguely and dragged my grocery bags. From the pharmacy we went to the parking lot the other way. The boys did not like this road. She walked through an overgrown gully ravine. With heavy bags it was difficult to wade through the undergrowth and climb up the path. Aunt Katya was walking back merrily. Several times she stopped for a rest and bent down low to put the bags on the ground.

She did it so unexpectedly that I had two breasts swooped on her backside. Aunt Kate laughed and patted me on the top of her head. My sense of danger has long since vanished and I did not pay attention to such trifles. In front of the ravine, Aunt Katya stopped and said: “Go down. You will catch me if I fall. ” I obediently obeyed, put the bags on the side of the path and looked up. Aunt Katya walked cautiously down the slope, then screamed and ran down. I automatically spread my arms and grabbed the falling aunt. My hands suddenly felt the elasticity of her ass and protruding elastic from the pants. My nose rested against her stomach and I inhaled the smell of female sweat. It lasted a moment, but my “cockerel” had already hardened and rested on her knee. I didn’t want to let Aunt Katya go so that I didn’t show bulging pants. But she said sternly: “Let go of something, the stomach got sick.” I took a step back. She put the bags on the ground, while in the neckline of the sundress I saw her breasts without a bra, took a step off the path and lifted the hem.

Before my eyes, her white knitted shorts slowly crawled down. Before they discovered the innermost, I managed to notice black hairs on the fabric. Aunt Katya sat down, forced a sausage out of herself and said in a stern voice: “Why are you stoic? Wipe dry »Just like last time, I knelt down and reached for her anus. Only now I looked into the opened picture with all my eyes. Thick black hairs, slightly curling, scattered along the stomach in a picturesque triangle. There, on the crotch, they glittered against the backdrop of greenery. But the most important thing was looking at me crease with dark brown lips. While I was looking at it all, Aunt Katya took my hand and inserted one of her fingers into her anus. Next was what I saw in my winter dream. My finger gently entered her body to the very palm. Nutri was warm and surprisingly free. I gently moved my finger and slightly bent it. With the tip of the phalanx, I felt a vein that pulsed. It was awesome. My "cock" was ready to burst or explode.

But Aunt Katya pulled my hand down, and then abruptly pushed up. I immediately understood what was needed from me. With gusto, I drove my finger into her ... I completely forgot about myself and my cockerel. Her breasts swayed in front of me, her hands clasped my head and her lips kissed my crown. Suddenly, I felt my finger squeeze the muscles of her anus. Pulling aunt Katya calmed down. Then her hands weakened, I gently pulled out a finger and stood up. I did not perceive myself. Rather, it was not me.While I was taking care of myself, Aunt Katya took off her panties and kissed the cockerel sweetly. Instantly shot sperm sprinkled nearby grass. Aunt Katya tore off the plantain leaf, carefully wiped the head of the “rooster” and said in an even voice: “Enough. Come on. ”

Until the end of her husband's vacation, we went grocery shopping several times. In winter, I was afraid to even come close to her home, and in the spring my father was offered a job at the Kherson ship repair plant and we left Kiev. Several times we came to Kiev for the holidays. I went to her house. But I never saw Aunt Katya again. Most recently, I learned that Aunt Katie was gone. Now I am 50 years old, normal sexual orientation, married, already grandfather. But every night my hand greedily searches for a gentle bud of the ass. Initially, the wife jerked, cursed, but then got used to it. Now she is pleased with the gentle stroking of the Polish, but beyond that I do not move.

Someone thinks - Lies. In vain, life is more sophisticated than any invention.