“I want to feel you, come inside me,” Mila whispered.

With a big difference in weight and height, I covered it. From under me, only her spread legs could be seen. Hands she rested against my chest, afraid to be crushed. I have never had to deal with a virgin, who was Mila. But the intense faldus, abundantly smeared with my moisture, easily tore up the pleura.

A slight moan, then a long breath hold slightly frightened me. However, bitten lip and glitter eyes, said that the partner is alive.

- This is the first sex with Mila. Then there were other intercourse with her, but I remembered this one more. Then we got married, we had children. And now she lies with her mouth open, listening to my stories.

- I'm not Mila! I did not write poetry! Lied?

- You're Lyudmila. Although always represented Luda, but Mila can also be said. About the poems, I confess, I lied that you did not guess right away.

“How grateful I am to Tatiana that the deflowering of my pleura was so tender and pleasant!” And other women, how? About them, why do not you tell? Go ahead.

- Other connections were purely intrigues. To meet my male selfishness. Nothing remarkable in them. I have already told you the brightest erotic impressions. Let's better remember our summer in the village.

- Come on! Let's compare your visions of this adventure with mine.

Memories.

Summer 1965. A student construction team arrived at Makovka for the construction of a cattle-breeding complex. Students settled in tents. We, as the only married couple, were settled in the house of Efrosinya Petrovna. A very old old woman, still of the last century of birth. In fact, we only slept in her home. And so all the time with the guys in the squad. Food was accepted with all students. Buzzed songs with them too.

Baba Fima lost her bed to us. She herself moved to the stove.

- My bed is the only one, so I'll climb on the stove. It is warm and cozy there. And here you lie down, since you are husband and wife.

While the muscles got used to physical labor, I slept like a log. And you, too, curled up in my armpit. However, morning erections increasingly reminded of the need for relaxation. One morning, when you first ran to the street toilet, I followed you. I waited for your appearance and pointed to the problem.

- I don’t know if women have morning risers, but I feel - I definitely have it. There is a bathhouse next door. Maybe there? Or in weeds? Look, what a tall grass.

- In the grass it is necessary to lay that either. And we only have clothes. Do not take the same things from Fima. Let's go to the bath.

It was cool in the bath, as it had not been heated for a long time and it was not very hot at night. But we had enough to defuse the tension in the organs. I, as I could, kept my orgasm in check so that you could enjoy intercourse.

- My orgasm came literally after the entrance of the penis into me. Do not you feel? Oh yes. You yourself was tense. The muscles of the vagina shrank from tension, simultaneously paralyzing the rest of the muscles. Even his toes cramped. Faldus, overcoming pressure on him, rubbed the walls of the vagina. I came to my senses literally in a dozen seconds. I wanted to feel the warmth of your body. But we didn’t remove all the clothes, being afraid of being “caught” by the owners.

- Your breast, I still diligently crumpled. Buttocks also did not miss. I was sitting on a narrow bench, I wanted to lean back to improve penetration. But he was afraid to fall. Five minutes was enough for us to delight. The blessing in the bath was water and a ladle. You are undermined. I also rinsed the penis.

I shaved, you touched up and so scarlet young lips. And we ran for breakfast. Morning relaxation, the next night, woke up in me a desire to repeat sexual intercourse - the number was even stronger. Carefully caressing your tummy, kissing soft lips, began to excite you. I didn’t care that literally after three meters someone else’s grandmother was sleeping.

You are not difficult to "start." Without stopping kissing, took off your pants, and you are mine. Hiding under the sheet, we began to be merciful. Oh, how nice it was for me to cover your little body! The bed creaked treacherously and I had to temper the heat and so inactive frictions.

“At first I was afraid of these squeaks, but then my consciousness switched to action.” At some point, I was excited by the thought that Baba Fima could hear us.

- On the contrary, such a thought restrained me, I could not tune in the desired fashion. The resulting orgasm could be compared with masturbation. Relief in the eggs came, in my heart, nor what delight.

- We fell asleep hard and almost overslept. Good grandmother woke us up.

“Son,” the old woman appealed to me, “bring the firewood from the other room to the stove in the bathhouse.” And water shares from the well to the tank on the stove. I will siphon you to the bathhouse in the evening, why don't you really wash your eyes !?

In the evening, we did not linger by the fire. We were waiting for a bath. Fima gave us large towels. Having slightly rinsed, we agreed in kisses and mutual caress.

- Yes, the bath was tight. You had to bend high high to go through the door. But what kind of bliss engulfed me after the bath. Here you remember the intercourse, and I am insensitive to sweat and dust. Although we went to the lake after work, it was not that. Firstly, on the lake, there is not any sex, but the girls really didn’t have enough of a closed area to wash the dust. Rinse the genitals. You guys are easy to shake off the remnants of urine, shook his penis. Girls need to at least get wet with the last drop.

And wet pants? Which we washed right in the lake. Fortunately, I took a few pieces. Leaving for work, she took with her a "shift". Worn clothes washed. And secretly you dried them. Shy before such an intimate side.

- The most acceptable pose was “according to the dog”, since it was painful for you and me to lie on the wooden shelves. In the pose - you, sitting on my penis, I, on the shelf, was a minus in the incomplete introduction of faldus, and I wanted to dip them in the most tomatoes.

- Fima treated us to tea. After the bathhouse, there was not enough moisture in the body. We sat and listened to the story of her life.

- Yes-ah, hard fate got this fragile woman. By the fourteenth year, she already had two children and another one in the womb. Consider all my life I lived in the house that her first husband built. The house is the simplest - the walls and the furnace in the middle. Small canopy, kept warm in winter. The promised five-wall, the spouse did not build - the first world took his life.

Then the revolution, civil. Only by the twentieth year, men began to return. The elder brother of her husband, buried his ill wife and to his four girls, took her with three boys. Before collectivization, a big house managed to get away. In six walls. We moved to it. This small gave to relatives. Then war again. Sons, two daughters did not return from the front. The husband died from the news. She was left alone. Returned to this house.

- On this very bed, we had our first wedding night, - said Fima, - although you are not married, but I am sure that you are a granddaughter, you have already suffered. Believe me.

- I got unwell the next day, did not go to work, and she asked not to hide during our intercourse with you. “Allow at least before death to admire admiring husband with wife. Let me remind you of your unpainted love. I'm still not sleeping, I hear everything. ”

At night, as if accidentally dropped a sheet from our heated bodies. Told you about an unusual spectator after intercourse. Do you remember?

- At first I lost my mind from your statement. Then he was excited by the desire hidden in the subconscious to get satisfaction in the eyes of the observer. It turned out that in psychiatry there is a term for such satisfaction - exbi ... exgi ...

- Exhibitionism. Psychos do not consider this a disease, until you begin to mate in front of many people. At first, I was embarrassed to fulfill the request of Fima. However, the penis in my vagina lifted all the prohibitions. Even more excited by the knowledge that the old woman is watching us.

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