Everything has changed in my life in the dashing 90s. I was already married then, there were somehow no children, however, the expansion of housing was part of my plans. At that time I was about forty years old. But then they threw me abruptly then, at first I was left without housing, then without work, and then my young wife filed for divorce. So within three months, my essence has turned into a biche -shaped state.
But I’m not a person to drink and get lost in the jungle of poverty and humiliation, deciding to start everything from the beginning, as they say from the stove, I went to my homeland to the village, where a completely solid house remained from my grandmother and my grandfather. I was immediately lucky with the farm, where I got a job as a mechanic on milking devices, ventilation and other equipment. The last mechanic waved his hand on everything and went to the city to look for happiness. The salary, although small, but live one with a utility farm and a ration of dairy products from the farm, is quite possible.
I work day and nights, but what to do? There is no family, the time is somehow necessary.
– Well, how is it …, I ask him, in the standing that there is no woman or something?
The guy was very embarrassed, scared and rushed to the exit, leaving his cap.
– Yes, you may, I still know who you are, I scream me in the wake. The guy stopped abruptly, turned and came up to me with his head lowered.
– Well, now, you will tell everyone?
– No, I answer him with a frank smile. Just next time be careful, the doors, though from the inside with something to fix ..
The guy still disdainly looks into my eyes and does not know how to appease me, so that I would be silent.
– But I want me to suck you? This proposal sounded so invitingly, as if he wanted to appease me.
To be honest, I was so hungry in the sexual sense of the word that I could not even object and say the type – why did you have a sexual maniac from an oak … And instead I answered, well, it would not be bad … Just come to my house, butthen here we are caught, you never know.
The guy took his cap and we went to my house.
Soon I was at my house, I launched the windows, turned on the night light and made him undress. To be honest, I had a blowjob for the first time, but with my feelings I suddenly came to the conclusion that this guy was not engaged in a blowjob not for the first time. He sucked me so cool that my stars sprinkled from my eyes.
– Well, I think, I was lucky in my life. There are almost no women in the village, only the old women, but the men of the drunkard, at least one came across a more or less decent guy. I should somehow heal him. Meanwhile, the guy, and his name was Vitka a tractor driver, did not let my cock out of his hands and caress my eggs in every possible way as he could. And when my cock again got into a combat state, he suddenly asked, – and you want more? I agreed in anticipation of a new blowjob, as he suddenly added – now fuck me in another hole ..
– I have never tried there, confessing, I answered.
– I will teach you, you will go crazy with happiness … Where are you sunflower oil?
Tractorist Vitya skillfully smeared his anus, just as skillfully and carefully smeared my head and trunk to the very eggs and pushing me, put on my back, then skillfully directing my cock to his anus, smoothly sat on me. Feelings overwhelmed me. I literally after a dozen strokes poured all the reserves of all accumulated sperm into its intestines. He did not want to send from my penis and lay down on my chest, playing anal muscles.
– Nothing, I say aloud, where did you learn this to all? In the way, even in the city you can’t meet such a craftsman ..
– Yes holi you are city you know in sex. It is necessary to be born and live here to be able to. Yes, my cousin taught me all this, he’s just now in the army, so I am starving in the fuck. You don’t sell me, but I will appease you as soon as you want ..
– Ahhh, I understand that you bought me like that with your asshole, yes?
– Well, yes, I bought an ass, but what is it – who can do what. You will often fuck me, I will forget to go to the chicks on the farm, we agreed?
Then it dawned on me why women are so often called chicks, it turns out that this slang was brought from the village, those who just at night fucked the heifers on the farm … well, and deeds … and business ..
– Okay Vitka, so be it, you like me, I won’t get sick, and you look there more carefully on the farm, other.
Some time passed, autumn came, I tried to flood the stove, and it smokes for me. The mason said that in a chimney somewhere a brick collapsed and needed a couple of days to repair. Then Vitka called me for a couple of nights, with whom we already became very friends by the fall. In the evening we were met by his mother. They had no owner for a long time. Lyuba, as she was called, although she was the head of the farm, but there she looked like everyone else – just a woman in a dirty white robe with a scarf to the eyebrows and in rubber boots along the Bitter in manure.
Here I saw a completely different woman. It was a Russian beauty with a pleasant smile and enough lush breasts hiding under a home robe. She was 42 years old, but she was so sweet that although I did not fall in love, she stunned from her eyes and a sweet smile. Yes! Here! Sometimes it happens. Dinner was pleasant not only in the maintenance of the table, but also on the word and views of the hostess. Vitek looked at us both and understood everything. After dinner, we went out to smoke into the yard.
– Well, uncle Seryozha, you were stuck along the way ..
– In the way, yes, I answer him. You look at it?
– I do not mind, Vityok answers, but wait two or three for a month, you look there and my bro in ..Bre month will return. And there, as they say, I wish you a pleasant time of shift, but at least get married.
– Well, we will solve the son, but today do not blame how to work … no offense?
We slapped hands and entered the house. I was met by the sparkling eyes of Lyuba, she already removed from the table and wiped her hands on the apron.
-Sergey, I laid you on the floor behind the stove, there is warm and comfortable ..
I did not sleep and turned in bed for a long time, Vitka already watched the third dream and snored. I hear how the hostess is approaching on the floor of a soft gear and fit under my blanket. The heat of her hungry body clung to me and enclosed me in his arms? And we merged into a single, thirsty sex, a lump of passion. There was nothing under the shirt, only the chest and wet hungry pussy. My cock penetrated there as a pestle in thick cream. Lyuba gasped pleasantly and her lips stuck to my. The floorboards creaked all night under us. I don’t know whether Vitya heard us or not, but this night turned out to be super -pointed for both of us. The three of us went to work in the farm along the street. At five in the morning it was still dark, but I felt the eyes of envious neighbors on our backs. And what? Life is arranged, everything falls into place and I decided to stay in the village.
A month later, we filed an application with the registry office, a month later Vitkin’s cousin arrived from the army. Vitka more often than always began to disappear in my house with his brother, catching up. We got married with anyone and began to live with one family. After some time, Lyuba confessed to me that she knew everything about his son and his inclinations in sex, which even knew about how we met with him, and fundamentally did not have against our rare relations. The main thing is that she gets. So we began to live and to live well … This is not a fairy tale, but the story of my cousin about his village life, who asked me to put this story on paper, and I send you, dear readers. Now there is the Internet even in the villages, maybe someone will recognize my heroes and envies them, because my brother Sergey asked not to change the names.
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