“I remember everything as if it were yesterday,” said Aunt Vera. - I was then seventeen years old, I was an adult girl, but still adored sweet, like a child. Igor terribly liked me too, and I came up with a cunning plan to seduce him.
Once, when I came to our village shop to pick up the goods ordered by our family, I succumbed to the temptation and stole a tiny jar of honey while salesman Igor left for the back room. I did not have time to shove the jar under my skirt as he returned, but after saying goodbye to him, nodding slightly, and proudly headed for the door, I suddenly felt that two huge palms fell onto my shoulders. That's what I was counting on, everything went strictly according to plan, but I nonetheless started and, straightening up, asked me to leave me alone in the same imperturbable tone that I would have spoken with any annoying fool. But Igor calmly leaned toward me, bringing his lips close to his ear.
“You have a strange walk today, Vera,” he whispered, lifting me up easily. Igor, after all, was of enormous height, a real hero. I was even frightened that he would tear off my dress with his hands, but he quickly let me go and slowly closed the front door from the inside. At this point I could no longer remain imperturbable: I trembled with my whole body under a thin summer dress, and then began to cry. But Igor is not softened.
“Let's get in here,” he said emphatically, pushing me in front of him at the counter. I was in utter despair, because all spring of that year I refused to dance with him every Saturday. It was precisely because he was so cute that I did not want to become as easy prey as all those girls he seduced and immediately abandoned. It gave me pleasure to pretend that I did not notice him, since it was not difficult to notice that this was driving him out of himself. But now I seem to have spoiled everything.
“Well,” he said, when we found ourselves in a spacious utility room, along which all sorts of goods piled up, “where did you hide what you stole?”
I felt that the paint of shame flooded my whole face, but could not squeeze a word out of myself. Igor came close to me, so I rested my ass against a large packing table, which stood in the center of the room. And when his canvas shirt clung to my chest, clearly looming under a thin dress, I covered my hemispheres with my hands. But Igor did not give up:
“Will you get it yourself or will I have to do it for you?”
I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t answer anything, and besides I had my legs cramped with fear, although I was hoping in my heart that he would not dare. But the next moment Igor grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it up, so that the colorful panties were the only thing that hid my nakedness.
And even then, not really, because the jar of honey so pulled them down so that Igor immediately was able to rejoice when he found that my curls were also light there. Not a single man had ever seen me naked before, but Igor had seen enough of everyone before reaching out for his good, which I stole from him.
“So that's it! The Maiden Vera is only a wretched thief, ”he said, bringing a jar of honey to my nose. “Do you know that I can tell the police for this?” - “Oh, no,” I whispered, trying to hide myself with my hands, but Igor just grinned and spread my arms forcibly, and then lifted me up and sat me down on the table. Then he put his hand on my treasured nest. Moreover, I stuck my finger inside, but I screamed so loudly that he pulled back his hand. “Hush, girlfriend, I just wanted to check how chaste you are, you still seem to be a damn girl?” He whispered, smiling at me in such a way that I couldn’t understand if I liked his smile and then took that finger in his mouth and with a thoughtful look began to lick.Having done this procedure, he began to carefully pull off my dress, and I, not understanding why I was doing this, raised my hands up to help him. My panties fell on the floor. I was lying completely naked on the packing stand in front of Igor. I knew that I should hide behind myself, but I couldn’t do it under his gaze, which gave me goosebumps, and couldn’t do anything with myself.
"Since you love honey so much, I will give you honey," he said quietly, plunging two fingers into the jar. - Sit down. I sat down and hesitantly licked the honey from his huge fingers, which he put on my trembling lips. It was so nice that after a few seconds I completely forgot about my timidity and began to suck greedily, exhausted with impatience whenever he took out his fingers. But, having dipped them in the jar several times, Igor said that it is not fair if I take out all the honey alone.
Having laid me carefully on the table again, he began slowly spreading honey on my chest. She completely disappeared under his huge palms, and, to her dismay, I felt that my nipples were swelling and hardening completely apart from my will. I calmed down only when Igor leaned over me and carefully began to bite them and lick honey from them with kisses. I felt his taste again only when he finally kissed my mouth.
“We still have a little left,” Igor whispered. “I warmed the jar with my hand ...” He gently spread my legs, and the next moment I felt something tenaciously pouring lazily onto my delicate petals, timidly looking between my legs.
“He should not, should not see them,” I repeated endlessly to myself, but nevertheless, involuntarily I spread my legs wider and wider. But I only opened up completely before him when he lifted my legs on my shoulders so that I could caress the innermost charms with my tongue, lick them up and down, and finally stick it so deep inside that my body arched and out of my eyes shed tears.
“That's it, don't do it,” I moaned in half ashes, and then Igor let me go so abruptly that my ass loudly flopped on the tabletop. “And you're passionate,” he said, taking my hand. With some surprise, I felt the rough fabric of his trousers before I realized that it was he who slipped my arm. Because the next moment, he released his stallion to freedom, and it so overwhelmed me that I jumped at it and did not let go of it for a few seconds, and only after that I withdrew my hand with a slight cry. I looked scared, and he stood, silently swaying from side to side in all its glory and aiming at that part of my body that had just left his tongue. The idea that he intends to go there, made me firmly squeeze my legs, but at the same time I felt a strong thrill spreading from below, spreading all over my body.
“Do not be afraid,” Igor whispered, taking me by the legs and spreading them until his huge horse approached close to my grotto. Then Igor pulled my magnificent ass off the table and held it on weight, with palms under the round buttocks. I grabbed my hands at the tabletop, but it was useless, I could only hope that he would not drop me. I closed my eyes and prepared to take in everything that he had.
But nothing happened. I lay with my eyes closed for a long time and waited, but in the end I gently opened them and saw right over me the smiling face of Igor.
“First promise that you will go dancing with me next Saturday,” he said in a whisper. Then I suddenly felt all my modesty return to me, and in order to hide from her, I closed my eyes again and quickly, almost silently, whispered what he asked me to do.
The next moment, I felt a powerful impetus and screamed at first from pain, and then from surprise, that he still entered me.At the beginning, it felt like he was just tearing me apart, but when the swollen head was inside, my wet petals gently closed around the smooth stem and let his stubborn man go deeper inside, as it was supposed to. Nothing could stop him on the way to the cherished goal - the loss of my innocence, and when he approached her, he decisively tore her off once and for all. My eyes clouded with fog, and I heard my own cry.
He began to move at a frantic pace, so that I was wriggling from his pushes, like an obsessed person, completely unaware of what was happening to me, with a moan coming out of my mouth “yes, yes”, followed by the next second “no, no” . But after a moment, everything I said merged into an inarticulate mooing, and then I just began to shout wildly. This was caused by convulsive contractions, which began between my legs and spread out in powerful waves all over my body. The waves overwhelmed me — bring me down again and again, but then they ebbed away, and they were replaced by a delicate purple-red light that streamed from somewhere inside me, as if shining through my body. It seems to me that for a moment I left both Igor and his back room, but came back when he arched me into an arc and groaned loudly, and at the same time I felt something erupt inside me and flood everything was deep in me.
After that, his huge body fell into my arms, but he did not have to rest, because at that very moment someone loudly drummed on the door of the shop. He quickly tucked in his pants and ran to open, and I continued to lie still on the table, listening to how he serves the client. I hardly breathed when Igor ran into the back room for something from the goods. For peas, flour, tobacco, sugar, herring, hemp rope. For everything except a jar of honey ...