Grandma's dinner in the village

Back in my student days, after finishing the spring exams, I got a job with a company building agricultural facilities and was sent to work in a village. Upon arrival, I was lodged with an elderly, lonely woman. Coming back after the first day of work, I was met by a very pleasant elderly woman

— "Oh, silly me, I forgot the carafe. Our Matveevna makes some really strong moonshine."

In a moment, the carafe was on the table, and

indeed the moonshine was strong; after just the first shot, the hostess seemed to grow 20 years younger. (Though, perhaps the lack of sex during the exam period played a part). After the second shot, I became terribly curious about a large, mysterious mound of something hidden under her sweater, and with childlike directness, I asked

— "Aunt Nadya (that was the hostess's name), show me your treasure, it really sticks out so much."

— "And why not show it? Men-dogs have always been eager for my tits. Only now, though they've gotten bigger, they've wilted a bit; I'm afraid a young guy like you won't like them." With these words, she set her treasure free. What I saw was something. The biggest tits I'd ever fondled before were my aunt's, size 5, but what I saw now was much bigger. I instantly buried my face in them, started kissing them, licking them, squeezing them with my hands. Aunt Nadya threw her head back, murmuring

— "Oh, how sweet, how sweet, I'd forgotten a man's affection, and now such warmth." I don't remember how long I fondled those breasts, but she finally pulled away and suggested we have another shot. We sat, drank, and then the long abstinence and the strong moonshine completely loosened my inhibitions

— "Nadya (the 'Aunt' was gone), how about showing me a striptease?"

— "That's when naked women twirl their asses in front of men? Well, I agree, I'll show you my ass and not just that, but you show me what's in your pants too."

After these words, Nadya took off her skirt. Underneath, there were no granny panties, nor was she wearing a thong, but pink panties neatly hugging her thick ass didn't spoil it. And when she, turning her back to me and bending over slightly, took off the panties, I understood that although she was an elderly village woman, she knew exactly how to present herself to a man starved for pussy. She bent over even more to pick up the panties from the floor, and before me appeared Nadya's pussy lips, covered with sparse hair. I quickly pulled, or rather yanked, my rock-hard cock out of my pants. Nadya turned to me

— "Look, our hero's already standing at attention. Is it the moonshine that raised him or my ass? I remember how my pussy would start itching and my lower belly would ache; I'd quickly take off my panties and start washing the floors, then I'd rub the wet rag on the floor, and my husband would chase me around like the neighbor's dog chases a bitch." With these words, she came up to me, took my cock in her hand

— "Well, not bad. Though my Mityanya's was a bit bigger, but yours has such a nice head. So, did I understand correctly, you want to fuck me? Should we do it like husband and wife, or should I get on all fours?" Well, what 'husband and wife'? To fuck an ass like that, thick and protruding, with cellulite, but calling out to be fucked, you have to do it doggy style. And Nadya was already pulling my clothes off, muttering to herself

— "Men were and remain the same; they pull out their dick and charge, not understanding that a woman also likes to feel a man's naked body." Following her grumbling, I helped her undress me, put her on all fours, and put my cock between her legs, but it wouldn't go in—dry pussy.

— "Sweetie, those times are long gone when just in anticipation of a fuck, my thighs down to my knees would be soaking wet. You'll have to stir things up there with your fingers, and with spit, with spit, then the pussy will remember what state it needs to be in to welcome a cock." Indeed, after spitting on the pussy and working there with my fingers, I began to feel that the pussy was starting to moisten a tiny bit with its own juices. That's when I drove my hard-on in to its full length. Nadya gasped, and after a few of my thrusts, she started pushing back, moaning in time with my movements. And I kept speeding up; with each forward thrust, my cock lightly touched her cervix and elicited Nadya's o...o...o...oh. How wonderful was that hot, soft, wet vagina, and a thought flashed through my mind: what's more pleasant—the pussy of an older woman who gladly accepts my cock, or the pussy of a schoolgirl who let me fuck her with a bitten lip because I did her homework? Not to mention the ass; Nadya had an ASS, which I squeezed and squeezed, enjoying its volume and roundness, while the schoolgirl's was a skinny thing with two holes. I kept pumping, and suddenly

— "Sweetie, sweetie, a little more, a little more o...o...o...oh and..." she suddenly arched her back, her legs buckled, she collapsed on the floor and drawled

— "O...o...oh—the pussy hasn't forgotten how to rejoice at meeting a cock. And you, sweetie, if you can, stir up the insatiable one some more." (When she collapsed on the floor, my cock fell out of her pussy.) I, fulfilling the woman's request, drove my cock into the pussy again and continued pumping the hostess. I came violently, filling the vagina with young sperm. We rested, moved to the table, drank a shot to such a successful union. Like most women after good sex, she started talking a lot. Nadya also launched into reminiscences

— "Just imagine, I never thought that after four years of idleness I'd get such pleasure again. I thought my pussy was already overgrown with cobwebs, but no, you stirred it up and joy woke up. Thank you, sweetie. That dog, as soon as he went to the city to earn money, found some city whore there and that was it, he never came back. What, wasn't it good for him here? I was always a woman eager for a fuck. We'd start on the bed and finish at the doorstep, thank God his cock was something else. He wanted a young pussy, so I didn't make a scene when he covered that bitch Verka from the farm; her husband was in the army, so she offered herself to mine. I'm to blame myself; once at a girls' party after a shot, I boasted about what a big pole my man had and how he wouldn't get off me for an hour. Well, he fucked the young thing and fucked her, but he didn't deprive me either, fucked me so hard my eyes rolled back. And a cock isn't soap, it doesn't wear out. But no, he wanted a city girl. And as luck would have it, while my husband was around, Kolka the tractor driver loved to put me on all fours and screw me somewhere in a corner, even mocking me—'Well, you're an insatiable woman, your husband fucks you, you don't mind bouncing with me, and you spread your legs for the foreman too.' Am I some kind of slut? It's just... well, for example, you like cucumbers, and my tomatoes, and then the fried meat, you like everything, you want to try everything, so I wanted to try different men with different cocks. And when mine left, the others gradually left too, so that's how I've been living without a cock for four years now. Oh, look, yours overheard our conversation and is standing at attention again. Let's go to bed and calm him down." That evening, I fucked her two more times, and every subsequent evening after dinner, I'd cover her, and then at sunrise in the morning, she'd get on all fours. I had it pretty good—good food with drink and regular fucking. And around the tenth evening, she said somewhat shyly

— "A young neighbor from the city visited once, and she told me while drunk that her boyfriend in the city fucks her in the ass, and it's such a pleasure, indescribable. So maybe you could clear out my backside, or I'll die without knowing what it's like in the ass. Don't worry, that young thing told me what she does before she takes it in the ass. While you were at work, I did everything and even ran to the pharmacy kiosk and bought some wet cream." I, carefully turning Nadya from her stomach into a doggy position, thought—here's another bonus for you—and began preparing her asshole with my tongue and fingers. She was already moaning with pleasure just from this preparation, and after my three fingers started going into her ass, and I gradually entered her asshole with my cock, she, enduring the initial pain, began writhing with pleasure and in the end let out a stream, wetting the entire bed. She expressed so much gratitude to me, and in response, I asked her to suck me off, which she started doing, and not badly. From that evening on, I fucked her in the ass every other day. That's how wonderfully I worked in the village. After finishing the work, I stayed for two more days—it was continuous, unrestrained fucking. Leaving, I gave her my phone number, and somehow in the winter, she showed up at the dorm with bags of all sorts of treats. How the next three days passed for the four of us students in Nadya's company, I'll tell another time.