Dacha Stories

I was once at a party at Byvaly's place; it's always interesting to spend evenings at his house. A large log house with a high porch, a fireplace in the great hall. The coziness and a glass of brandy invite reminiscences of youth, and he takes notes, glancing at the storyteller through the shadowy room, lit only by the firelight from the fireplace and the wax candles on his chest of drawers.

— This was in the wild nineties, when my guest had to hide from unwanted people at his third cousin's dacha. A month had already passed, and the middle of a hot summer had worn down not only his caution but also, forgive the pun, his balls. He wanted to fuck like a machine gun! And then there was the neighbor, aged

somewhere past thirty-six.

The most they could allow themselves was a neighborly greeting—hello, good evening, all the best. The jealous impotent husband even went to the store with her. And then My guest, let's call him Sergei, came up with the following plan. He arranged with the shopkeeper Aunt Masha, who adored him for always refusing his change, and asked her to pass a note to that very neighbor along with her change when she bought groceries.

It had Sergei's phone number and an invitation to a date in the bathhouse first thing in the morning, while her husband was asleep, and he added, "the gate will be open and oiled." Yes, dear reader, just like that, like Lieutenant Rzhevsky in that joke during the waltz—"wouldn't you like, madam, for me to fuck you right in the ladies' room today..."

And what do you think, dear readers? Sergei got up at four in the morning, at the first rooster crow on the neighboring street, opened the gate and the bathhouse door a crack, and began to wait for her, peeking through the small window. Literally just fifteen minutes later, the sweetheart is sneaking over! Well, Seryoga thinks, she probably got up with that same rooster, just went to pee and came straight to me.

Finally, she ducks her head under the low bathhouse doors, and Sergei silently grabs her by the hand and pulls her into the anteroom. They crashed into each other like two avalanches from opposite mountains. Buckets and basins clattered as they flew, not a single word, just embraces and stripping off clothes—what clothes? She was only in a nightgown, and he only in a long shirt with his cock sticking out, barefoot. Insane kisses and embraces. After licking his fill, Sergei, a fan of cunnilingus, laid her on the wide bench of the anteroom with one motion and simply dove between her spread legs.

— Eat me, eat your hungry and crazy neighbor, eat this starving, burning pie! — she cried out convulsively and abruptly, placing her hand on her neighbor's head and pressing it harder against her own crotch. Her legs spread apart on their own in anticipation of strong, prolonged fucking with the young male.

The starving Sergei greedily enveloped with his mouth, filled with the spicy female taste and traces of fresh urine, the entire inner part between the neighbor's large labia. The living, pulsating vagina began to emit unbelievably intoxicating juices, which he frantically licked and sucked with hungry lips and tongue, reveling in the female nectar. Strange, Sergei thought, there were no hairs at all, she was so bare and smooth, like a little girl. This flattered him greatly. The neighbor's cries and moans intensified, and from this, he himself was overcome with languor, and a clear lubricant stretched from the tip of his penis.

— Higher, higher, closer to the clit... suck there! — she uttered, already in a lustful delirium. Sergei knew and was skilled at pleasing women, so he understood her request at half a word and began with new desire to suck and lick that secret little but always intoxicating female organ. Nina—for in this part of the story she has earned being called that—immediately began to move her hips strongly, as if meeting the young guy's tongue and lips. She was driven to frenzy, her entire crotch literally convulsing.

— Yeees! Aaah! — she cried out at the top of her voice and abruptly stopped all movement. She painfully gripped the hair on his head, and her vulva pulsed like an engine running on two cylinders instead of all four. The long-awaited orgasm pierced all her flesh with such force that she only squealed softly, shook all over, and her legs, stretched taut, pressed her neighbor's head from both sides until his ears hurt!

— I'm happy for you, darling, you're just a crazy woman, Sergei muttered.

— Thank you, dear, I'm just hungry like a she-wolf, I hope that was just the prelude? I'm recovering a bit, let's at least get acquainted, I'm Nina, and you?

— I'm Sergei.

Nina, covered in sheer bliss and some feminine embarrassment, lay helplessly before him, and his penis was like bronze, it was dripping and demanded release like never before in his life. Not letting the softened neighbor recover, he spread her legs with a determined motion and knelt right before her gaping cunt. Sergei did everything silently, like a man who knows his business. The heated flesh was already at the peak of readiness, swollen like ready dough and soaked with love juices.

The shine of her shameful lips beckoned his long-hardened, firm cock. Finally, he touched the head of his cock to her lips but did not thrust into the calling womb. Sergei was a master of his craft and drove any woman to frenzy, bringing her feelings to the brink between anger (well, when will you start?) and there he is, sweet and desired (oh god, I'm coming again). From such a touch, she even squealed from the lust and desire that washed over her. Her flesh itched savagely. And what can you say, her first orgasm had passed completely without a trace, not relieving the sweet tension in her crotch, and her starved body yearned for real sex.

— Enter me...! Don't torment me, Sery!... I want this so much, you bastard Seryoga! Adjusting to him and spreading her legs even wider. Finally, he took pity, he waited for what he wanted, pressed the head of his penis to the threshold of her opened vagina, and carefully, with a slight squelch, plunged his organ right into the womb of the lustful cunt. At that same moment, she felt the filling of her entire female crotch... She opened her eyes wide, and they both moaned languidly at that moment.

Sergei felt enveloped in the pleasant, moist warmth of a woman. He hadn't felt this in a long time, so he embraced her like a dear woman and kissed her firmly on the lips. His long-missed member, yearning for the female secret, forced some tender feelings to manifest in him. She felt inside her like an iron rod heated in fire, filling her completely without remainder, because masturbation and the cunnilingus of her old husband couldn't give her such a full volume of feelings. They both felt the necessity of this super-sexual unity and knew they would never regret it.

– I want you, – escaped from her throat, and they both instantly went crazy. The irresistible call of wild nature immediately turned everything upside down in their minds... Besides the two of them, there was nothing else in this world—She forgot about her husband and the fidelity promised to him, he forgot about his. There were no more rules, only the merging of their bodies now had meaning. Their bodies entwined each other, and their souls flew around them and also played at love with an invisible cupid.

But as all happy moments are fleeting, Sergei and Nina felt the approach of the strongest orgasm within just a few minutes. The sounds of moans, squelching and slurping coming from the vagina, the blows of the hanging heavy leaden balls against her crotch—all this accelerated and intensified and in one minute abruptly stopped, muffled by the piercing moan of both.

As soon as Nina howled louder than she had moaned and groaned before, Sergei understood she had come. Her legs stretched taut again, he jumped as if sprung, and his heated member instantly ended up in the neighbor's little mouth. Arching, Sergei quietly howled, and finally, with great enthusiasm, released his seed with a loud animal roar. Nina continued to lie on her back with closed eyes and a blissful smile all over her face. The young neighbor's sperm turned out to be much tastier than her old husband's, because the young one didn't drink or smoke.

Sergei came abundantly, but his member was still combat-ready, and he felt such a huge reserve of strength in himself that it seemed he could knock out the boar living in the neighboring village with one blow.

He abruptly turned Nina onto her stomach and, spreading her soft, appetizing buttocks, dove his face into their soft cleft and began convulsively licking her crotch from her tailbone to her vagina. And when Ninochka howled again from the touch of his tongue to her chocolate spot, the firm tip of his impatient tongue began to gently but persistently penetrate the tight little hole of her ass.

Inserting three fingers at once into his friend's loose cunt, Sergei unexpectedly concluded for himself that this woman possessed a very wide cunt. Moreover, he had already pushed almost his entire wrist into it. Without stopping to heat up the excited spot of her anus with his tongue, he realized with delight that the tight little hole was no longer so tight and had relaxed well. He quickly replaced his tongue with his finger, then another, and Nina meanwhile simply floated in the clouds, her eyes rolled back, and she completely surrendered her body to the hands of her young lover, trusting him to the end.

Unexpectedly for her, he inserted his log into her battered and flowing cunt, wetting it with her own juices as if in a glass. Then with the same speed, he placed his member against the worked-on hole of her anus. The weak resistance of the anal sphincter was easily broken; it seemed this area had long been no virgin, and sliding inside, the head of his bronze, heated cock began to smoothly sink into the hot depths of this magnificent ass. How tight and incredibly hot it is here, Sergei thought. Now I can take my time and bliss out, filling her intestines with my stagnant reserves of sperm!

— Ah! — Ninochka convulsively arched. Ah-ah, how good, how good I feel, come in me, ah-ah, I'm coming again... Sergei this time also decided not to indulge the neighbor but to subject her body to pleasant torments. He realized that after a dozen thrusts he could also come, completely pulled his member out of her ass, and spat with relish into the battered hole. Then he waited until it began to close and with a certain degree of tightness drove his stallion into the new hole again.

— Ah, you pervert, you know how to please women, finish your dirty deed and bring me to orgasm, the neighbor squeaked with a pleasant smile.

Sergei tenderly leaned on her, and the squelching sounds mixed with the moans of the neighbor's starved wife continued to sound in this bathhouse. He was unhurried, and after about half an hour, he climbed off the exhausted neighbor, filling her intestines with his white, spreading fluid. His body disappeared into the steam room, where he happily washed every millimeter of the head of his cock.

— Ninul, come to me, I'll wash you, came from there with a certain degree of tenderness toward this woman...

Exhausted from lustful fatigue, Nina entered the washing area and laid her body on the top shelf. Sergei carefully soaped her body with thick lather and began to stroke her with his hands. The woman's moans continued to entice him; she spread her legs as soon as his hand was on her little butt, as if inviting him to new games. Sergei's cock was already ready; he again inserted his soapy index finger into her anus, and the other three easily entered her vagina.

Fucking awesome, Sergei had just thought when somewhere outside, her husband's voice rang out, — Ninka, where are you! Ninka-a!

They both started, as if returned to reality, and looked at each other. Sergei quickly wiped her from head to toe and handed her a robe.

— Go through the raspberry bushes, there's a loose board in the fence, and you'll end up on the street; he won't see you from his gate.

As soon as the board slid back into place, Sergei, putting on a sleepy expression, came out from the side of the plank toilet and called out to the neighbor.

— Mikhalych, why are you waking people up so early, it's not even half past six yet, did we come here to rest or to hard labor!? Go look for her at your house, she's probably sitting on the potty, and you're here waking people up... Meanwhile, Ninka, hearing my hint, dived exactly there with a sly smile on her face and also scolded her old man with the same sleepy mug. The street fell silent, Sergei went into the house and happily slept until lunch.

The phone rang; without opening his eyes, he pressed the "answer" button, a woman's voice was heard in the phone, — so how are you there? Sergei didn't understand at first; was it his wife's voice or the dacha neighbor's. Then he remembered he had told his wife not to call his phone until autumn, and he would send SMS from other phones with just three pluses if everything was okay. Pause.

— Well, Sery, why are you silent, maybe we'll repeat?

— A-a-a, it's you, Ninochka, I thought it was my wife calling... Of course we'll repeat, come for the whole night, because I didn't quite get you in one go. It's like we just started, and then your husband called you...

— Yes, dear, I have a problem, I'm under house arrest and have to sleep with him in the same bed all week. So, it's simply impossible to escape. But I have a good plan.

— What is it?

— I have a twin sister, she'll come on the last bus and come to you, and you leave that board behind the raspberries slightly open, she's already in the know. In the evening before bed, we'll switch; she'll go to sleep with my husband, and I'll come to you until morning...!!!

— Heh, clever, and she agreed to lie with a stranger. Does she know he won't be able to fuck her, he'll just check with his hand if it's me or not..., and then sleep.

— Well, be patient, there's not much left, Lyudmila said with irony, carefully peeking through the window curtains. She dialed her sister's number and smiled, looking Sergei up and down as if assessing his charms in his pants.

— Well, what's there? — Sergei asked impatiently.

— Let's go to bed, she treated him to her wine at dinner, soon now, be patient... And she added with a wide smile, — what, did you like my sister that much, or are you just starved?

— Probably both, Sergei answered sheepishly.

— Don't you want to try with me while she's suffering there with her husband?

— Sergei looked Ninka's sister up and down, touched her gently, and answered, another time with pleasure, but for now I promised her...

— Well, well, you have to keep your word, Lyudmila murmured, and I wouldn't mind even now... Oh, there she comes running here without looking back!...

— Ninka rushed in with wide-open eyes, come on, Lyud, let's change quickly, run to him...

Sergei stood aside and marveled at how the twin sisters resembled each other, how they smiled the same, how their bodies were identical... Looking at two identically naked women was unbearable. Literally within seconds, it was all over; Lyudmila disappeared behind my neighbor's gate, and Sergei and Ninka were left for the whole night. They threw each other onto the wide bed, and everything started from the beginning.

Sergei no longer attempted to give her cunnilingus; he knew her cunt was already flowing with juices—he noticed it when the sisters were changing—he simply drove his stallion into her life-battered cunt and began to pound her crotch with his leaden balls. Accessibility and permissiveness, freedom without fear of being caught at that moment, instantly brought both to a mutual orgasm. Sergei understood that his wife's cunt was significantly tighter and could do many things, but such expanses in this woman's cunt drove him crazy more from the unusualness.