The struggle for the harvest
A one-and-a-half-ton truck was driving along a dirt road. In the back sat five young men dressed in something resembling work overalls, with quintessentially Russian faces, and one Russian girl, dressed in a light sundress, slightly plump. One look at her made it immediately clear she was a girl from a peasant family, accustomed not to idleness but to laboring in the garden and around the house. She had a sturdy, well-proportioned figure and a pretty face with a slightly upturned nose; her long hair was tucked under a headscarf. They had just begun discussing how best to carry out the Party assignment. Recently, a directive had come from the district committee to their medical college: cancel all classes and summer exams,
and send all students and teachers to collective farms to help harvest the unexpectedly rich and abundant crop this year. And now they, first-year students, were being taken to a distant field where there was a wooden temporary hut, where they were supposed to spend all three days and harvest an entire field. But along the way, trouble struck: the truck broke down, and they reached the hut only in deep twilight. Unloading the agricultural tools and waving to the departing driver, they entered the house, settled in minimally, and fetched water from the river behind their hut. They boiled water, made tea, prepared sandwiches, sat down at the table, and continued their exciting conversation, lighting a kerosene lamp as it grew completely dark outside."Still, it's not entirely right that they pulled us away from our studies without letting us prepare for the last, most difficult exam of the first year. Anatomy is no joke; how will we treat people? We could have come to the collective farm a week later," said freckled and scrawny Ivan.
"Vanya, how can you not understand? So much depends on this harvest! We can help the starving children of Africa," Tanya impulsively objected. "And anyway, we can study in the evenings from the textbook, and when we return in three days, we'll pass everything."
"But we don't have our textbooks with us, and how will we learn everything? Especially female anatomy! They'll probably expel us," simple and trusting Sergei drawled sadly.
"Guys, but Tanya is with us. Let's all ask her together, let her help us," said Pyotr, their group leader. He had already been accepted into the Komsomol, and all the guys respected him greatly, and Tanya was even in love with him.
"Yes! Tanya, help us, be a friend!" all the guys spoke in unison.
"Guys, but how? I haven't had time to learn anything myself either?"
"Tanya, well, you're a woman. You stand up and explain, and we'll memorize."
"What are you saying, guys, how can this be, how is it possible...?" Tanya muttered in confusion.
"Tatyana!" Pyotr began weightily and impressively, as at a Party meeting. "The country is acutely short of doctors; there's no one to treat people in the villages. And you, a future Komsomol member, don't want to help your comrades? Aren't you ashamed? You wrote an application asking to be accepted into the Komsomol, and yet you yourself..."
"Guys, comrades," Tanya babbled in agitation, "if it's for the Komsomol, then of course I agree. What do I need to do?"
"Stand right here," Pyotr indicated the center of the room, hanging the kerosene lamp from the ceiling and unscrewing the wick to add more light. "And take off your sundress."
While Tanya unbuttoned the buttons and pulled off her sundress, all the guys gathered around her. She remained standing before them with her hair loose, in a cotton bra and panties.
"Tanya, take off your bra!"
She blushed with embarrassment and, reaching for the hook between the bra cups, unfastened it. Her large, full, size 5 breasts immediately tumbled out, sagging slightly. (Specially for .org — ) In the lamplight, her large nipples with big pink areolas around them stood out sharply. The guys looked at her excitedly and talked among themselves, while Pyotr approached, lifted one of her breasts with his palm, and began to say something, telling everything he knew, touching her nipples roughly and clumsily, causing them to swell. Inside Tanya, something pleasantly tickled and sweetly squeezed her heart.
"Oh, guys, look, what's happening to them?" Ivan asked in surprise. From excitement, blood rushed to her nipples, and they enlarged, stretching out, while the areolas around them reddened and also grew larger.
"We won't be able to see anything like this. Turn around and bend over a bit!"
Trembling with embarrassment, she turned towards the table, from which someone had already cleared the tea glasses and thrown two mattresses. Feeling some new, previously unfelt sensation awakening inside her, she lay down with her stomach and chest on the mattress, her feet remaining on the floor. Tanya felt someone confidently spread her legs wider, and then, taking hold of her firm buttocks, pulled them apart. She heard Pyotr's voice, but the roar of blood in her ears and the noise in her head prevented her from making out the words. Then he took her large labia with his fingers and pulled them towards himself, then turned them inside out, exposing for all to see her elongated, moist, bright scarlet clitoris and the entrance to her vagina. She felt someone's hands groping over her perineum, exploring every fold, and each touch resonated in her body with sweet languor, and she began to moan softly.
"She doesn't have a hymen!" someone drawled in surprise.
"I was born that way," Tanya answered through her moans.
"Now, now, wait," she heard Pyotr's whisper, and then suddenly felt something enter her vagina sharply. Crying out, she turned around and saw Pyotr standing behind her with his pants down, moving inside her. Something in her chest sweetly snapped, and a moan that escaped prevented her from saying anything. Her consciousness began to drift away when suddenly she felt something hot gush inside her, filling her, and Pyotr abruptly pulled out. And a moment later, something thicker began pushing into her vagina. She turned around, saw Sergei inserting his large penis into her, wanted to scream and break free, but then he entered her fully, and Tanya trembled, shaken by her first orgasm in her life. She lay half on the table, unable to move, and began experiencing orgasm after orgasm as the guys started fucking her one by one, coming inside her, pumping and filling her vagina and uterus with semen, driving all the semen deeper into her with each movement. She no longer kept track of who was inside her; turning, she saw one, then another. Her consciousness blurred with pleasure until it darkened completely, and she fainted.
As if in a dream, Tanya brought her hands to her slightly swollen belly and pressed on it. Immediately, with a wet squelch, her vagina expelled the semen, and then, pulsating, began to splash it out onto the grass between her legs in gushing spurts—all the semen that had filled her during the night. A powerful orgasmic convulsion passed through her body; unable to hold back, she wet herself. Tanya sat there before the guys, trembling from the orgasm, which made her breasts shake and sway heavily from side to side, with her legs spread wide, showing them her vagina expelling lubrication and semen. Finishing, she became completely exhausted and began to fall forward. She put out her hands, but they buckled, and she fell onto her elbows, her breasts sagging all the way to the ground.
She tried to crawl towards the river, which was right behind the hut, dragging her excited nipples over the rough grass, but she only managed to turn her backside towards the guys, after which her strength finally left her. She froze like that, arched like a crab, with sagging breasts and spread legs, opening her moist labia and a rhythmically pulsating vagina that had widened, revealing a deep pink interior and pulsing. She heard footsteps behind her, let out a drawn-out howl and moan, sinking into unconscious bliss as someone's penis entered her thoroughly fucked vagina.