Pastoral debauchery

Kira entered the garden along a narrow asphalt path. The entire plot was a wild garden, with a house standing in its depths. The house belonged to her late aunt. She vaguely remembered this house from childhood, and it hadn't changed at all, only now it seemed smaller. It was built of logs, later covered with sheets of iron that had turned a dark burgundy color over time. The roof was covered with slate, the house had carved windows, a porch, and a veranda with large windows. The asphalt path in front of the veranda formed a small area, then turned, skirting the house on the right side and disappearing behind tall grass and bushes.

Kira unlocked the door and cried out because she broke

a nail. She took off her shoes on the threshold and went in. On the veranda stood a table without chairs. The house was divided into two rooms of equal size—a kitchen and a bedroom. In the kitchen were a stove, a sink, a refrigerator, a sideboard, a table, two chairs, and a large wardrobe that partitioned off a small space where there was a bed with a high, springy mattress that Kira used to jump on as a child. In the room: a sofa, a wardrobe, another bed with pillows stacked on it, a round stool with a chair, a chest of drawers, a three-panel mirror on the chest, a folding armchair, an old radio, and a television, both on thin, tall legs. Everywhere lay months of dust, it smelled of neglect.

She left her luggage—a wheeled suitcase and a heavy trunk—on the veranda. Kira examined the stove and reassured herself that there must be an electric hotplate somewhere. The floor was covered with boards painted burgundy, which pleasantly cooled her feet. Kira pulled her bra out from under her top and threw it on the sofa. Her breasts underneath were unbearably sweaty. She sat on a chair in front of the television and turned it on. The television only showed central channels and, moreover, was black and white. Kira turned it off and thought she needed to get satellite TV.

She stood in front of the mirror and adjusted her top. She had recently turned nineteen. She had straight, light hair, a round face with a wide, upturned nose, full lips, and a small chin, a B-cup chest, and very wide hips. She was one meter seventy tall. The girl was wearing a short skirt and a top.

Feeling tired in her legs, Kira pushed the pillows off the bed onto the floor—the ones she was never allowed to touch as a child—and lay down. It was very soft and cozy, just like on modern beds.

She looked at her thin feet with long, rounded toes and got aroused. Kira knew she was a pervert because what aroused her most was her own body. When meeting a guy, she first and foremost admired herself against his backdrop, and when making love with him, she got aroused from the combination of her delicate, graceful body with his, which was rough and simple.

Kira pulled her short skirt up to her stomach and slipped her left hand under her panties. The last time she had made love was two weeks ago, with a guy she broke up with shortly after. Since then, she hadn't shaved between her legs, and her entire pubic area was covered with soft hair. With her left hand, she masturbated her clitoris, and with her right, she touched her nipple through the sweaty top. After finishing, the girl fell asleep.

She woke up when it was already noon. From the heat haze outside the window, she understood it was hot outside. But inside the house, it was unusually cool; it retained temperature well.

Kira had sweated in her sleep, dampening the bedspread. The panties she had come in were stuck to her body. She took them off and threw them on the floor. She needed to wash, which meant fetching water from the pump and heating it because that water was ice-cold, and also finding a basin. Kira took a swimsuit out of her suitcase and, getting rid of the sticky top and skirt, put it on her dirty body; it felt a bit unpleasant. She locked the door and walked barefoot at a brisk pace on the scorching asphalt, but upon reaching the ground, immediately ran back and put on flip-flops.

One could get lost in the garden. The girl walked straight ahead, pushing through the thickets. The path through the garden had long since disappeared. Beyond the garden began a small hill. Right behind the garden grew potatoes, which Aunt Katya sprayed. The old woman was delighted to see Kira, whom she hadn't seen in many years, and they started talking. The grandmother had taken over her plot, but Kira didn't object.

"Your fiancé, remember, Vitya, works at the station. They live on Sovetskaya Street. And Sasha is in the district center."

Beyond the hill was a pond. There was no one around. The pond had become very shallow, the water was warm. Lisa got into the water, swam a bit, and dove once.

Kira spent the whole evening cleaning the house. Only afterward did she find the electric hotplate and eat. She went to bed late, and in the morning went swimming in the pond again. Returning, she took off the wet, muddy-smelling swimsuit, stripped naked, and sat in the shade on the bench leaning against the wall. She dozed off, and when she woke up, her gaze immediately met that of an unfamiliar boy. The boy was in the bushes, right opposite her; he was squatting, had taken his pink penis out of his shorts, and was masturbating while looking at Kira. Meeting the girl's gaze, he recoiled, fell on his backside, then jumped up, pulled up his shorts, and ran off behind the trees.

"Stop!" Kira shouted. "Come back, don't be afraid!"

After a while, he returned. He was dressed in short shorts, sneakers, and a T-shirt. His light hair was cut in a bowl cut. Kira had managed to put her swimsuit back on.

"What's your name?"

"Dima Stasov"—the boy was red as a lobster and looked at the floor.

"Slava Stasov—is that your father?"

The boy nodded.

"I know him, we were friends. Do you live in the city now?"

"Yes, I'm at my aunt's for the summer."

"Let's go inside."

Slava was older than Kira, but they had once been friends. The boy looked very much like him. Kira got out cookies and buns, poured her mineral water into the kettle, and made tea. The boy told her about his father, his mother, the village. He talked but kept looking at the floor. Kira noticed he was stealing glances at her body. When they finished their tea, Kira saw him out to the porch.

"Can you find your way through the garden?"

Dima nodded. It seemed the boy had convinced himself she hadn't had time to notice him masturbating because now he looked her straight in the eyes. Kira leaned over and kissed him on the cheek goodbye. Bliss was reflected on the boy's face, and suddenly a mischievous thought occurred to Kira. She took his hand in hers and asked:

"So, do you like me?"

The boy shuddered and blushed again, then nodded.

"Sit down," Kira suggested. They sat in the grass. Kira was in her swimsuit and barefoot. She stroked his head—he shuddered at the touch—and, drawing his head closer, slowly and gently kissed him on the lips. The boy turned all red and sweaty.

"Do you like it?" she asked. He nodded. She kissed him again, then slipped her tongue into his mouth and ran it over his teeth and lips.

"Well, go on," she thrust her chest forward. Dima hugged her with one arm, fumbled for the bra clasp, and struggled with it. Kira unfastened the clasp, holding the bra against her torso with her hands. Dima pulled it down with his hand, exposing her breasts; Kira took her hands away from her body, and the bra fell between her and the boy. She pushed it aside. Dima placed a trembling palm on her left breast, ran his hand over it, and touched her nipple with his fingers.

"With your lips," the girl said. The boy leaned down, inhaling the scent of her skin, and pressed his mouth to her left nipple. He sucked on it and teased it with his tongue. This went on for a couple of minutes, then he took the other nipple.

Kira took his T-shirt off, and her panties off, stroked his thin shoulders and torso, then placed his hand between her legs. They sat facing each other, and Dima touched her vulva. His fingers sank into the hair and slippery fluid. Kira wasn't bothered that his hands were unwashed. He looked at her face, her chest, and between her widely spread legs, and clumsily touched her labia, slipping his fingers into her vagina. Under his shorts, his penis was erect, with a dark stain spreading over the fabric.

Kira leaned toward him, and he took his hands away from her. She licked his nipples and, leaning down, took off his shorts and underwear. His penis was medium-sized, still very young, without veins; his testicles and pubis were covered with hair. Kira lay on her stomach. From the boy's

genitals came an unpleasant smell. She took his penis into her mouth and, holding it with her hand, skillfully sucked it. Dima quickly came. Kira showed him his semen on her tongue, swallowed it, and smiled.

The boy sat motionless for a while, all red and sweaty, looking at her, then got up and silently got dressed.

"May I."

"And when?"

"Whenever you want."

"Will we do this again?"

"Yes," the girl nodded.

He left. Kira didn't feel satisfied. Without getting dressed, she lay down on the grass. The taste of his penis lingered in her mouth. She swallowed.

Kira thought she should have asked him to bring water. She put on the dried swimsuit and went outside to the pump with a bucket. Then the girl washed herself and rinsed her mouth. She changed into a dress, white with yellow polka dots, and wondered whether to wear a bra.

The station was crowded, but Kira didn't recognize anyone. In the store sat a fat saleswoman, about forty, who stared disapprovingly at Kira's nipples protruding under her dress.

At home, the girl cooked buckwheat and fried eggs. In the evening, she decided she should check if the club still existed, but she was tired and stayed home to read a book.

When it got dark, she went out, sat on the porch, and smoked for the first time in two weeks. She read her book by the light of a lantern hanging over the veranda. Dima emerged from the darkness. She was in a robe over her naked body, the robe's flaps lying open, exposing her pale legs that hadn't yet had time to tan. She held the book on her lap, and if you stood right in front of her, you could make out her crotch. Kira looked up at the boy and said:

"Oh, hi!"

"Hi"—Dima was in a blue shirt and trousers, holding a small bouquet of asters. He stood in front of the girl and stood there dumbly; Kira read her book.

"These are for you, the most beautiful girl," he finally said.

Kira smiled, lifted her face, and took the bouquet.

"For the most beautiful girl and the first one to give you a blowjob," she said. "Won't your aunt notice the flowers are missing?"

"No."

Kira put the flowers next to her and continued reading. Dima stood for a bit, then sat down to her right.

"You need to learn to act on your own," she said, not looking up from her book.

He put his left hand on her bare knee. Kira shuddered; she hadn't expected such boldness. Dima lowered his hand between her legs. Kira thought having sex with him on the porch would be utterly vulgar. She set the book aside, took his palm in both her hands, and kissed it. He was breathing deeply; warmth and a faint smell of stale body emanated from him.

"Let's go inside, I'll treat you to my dinner."

She went ahead; the boy picked up the book and flowers and followed. Kira turned to the door and slid the bolt. Dima took off his shoes on the veranda, remaining in his socks. Kira was barefoot. They entered the kitchen, and the boy sat at the table. Kira put a frying pan on the stove, poured oil, sliced some sausage, and put it in. Then she sliced bread and said to Dima:

"Get undressed."

He silently took off his clothes and hung them on a chair.

"And your underwear."

He pulled down his underwear. Kira glanced at him. His penis was erect. Kira made sandwiches, washed some cucumbers and tomatoes, and made tea. She stood in front of him, opened and took off her robe. She put all this on the table, and Dima started eating. Kira didn't look at the boy but knew he was gazing greedily at how her breasts swayed with her movements. While he ate, Kira reheated the buckwheat with meat she had prepared earlier and put the pot on the table. She sat down, and they began eating together. Kira sat at an angle to him with a straight back, her breasts rising above the table. They talked about the village and the city where he lived.

"Don't be shy, look," Kira said and smiled. She leaned forward and lowered herself a bit so that her breasts lay on the table and giggled. Dima smiled. Kira took out a jar of sour cream, dipped her finger in it, and smeared it on her nipples. The boy ate and stared unwaveringly at her chest. Kira lifted her right breast with her hand and licked the sour cream off her nipple.

"Help yourself," she said. Dima reached out, smeared the sour cream from her left breast with his finger, and licked his finger.

When he finished eating, Kira cleared the table, and they went into the room. Dima sat on the sofa and devoured the naked girl walking in front of him with his eyes. Kira took out her small radio and turned on music. Then she opened the window, got out cigarettes and an empty tin can, sat down next to the boy, and lit a cigarette.

"Want one?"

Dima nodded. He inhaled the smoke and turned red.

"Haven't you smoked before?" Kira asked.

"No."

"I'm a bad influence on you," she said, and they both laughed. "And isn't your aunt looking for you?"

"No, I said I was spending the night at Sasha's, he's my friend."

Spending the night? Kira mentally whistled. Well, okay.

She spread a blanket on the floor. The sofa and bed seemed too cramped.

"We're going to teach you," she said and lay on her back, spreading her knees apart. Dima didn't stub out his cigarette completely. The boy was trembling almost imperceptibly; sweat beaded on his forehead. He got on all fours over her, then lay on top of her, and she guided his penis with her hand.

"So hard," she said and smiled. "No, move only your hips, not your whole body..." He moved slowly and came after a couple of minutes. "Okay, pull out."

Kira moved the boy off her and sat up. Straining, she squeezed some of his semen onto her palm and went to the sink. The girl washed herself, then rummaged in her bag and took her birth control pills. Dima sat on the blanket and watched her.

"Well, how was it?" Kira asked.

"Awesome..." he whispered.

"You're a man now."

He had an erection again.

"Here," Kira handed him a cigarette with a lighter. She sat opposite him, not covering her wet crotch, placed an ashtray between them, and also lit a cigarette.

"I smoked after my first time too," she said. "Want more?"

"A cigarette?" he asked.

"No," Kira smiled. "Me."

"Yes..." he replied. "I really want to..."

"Will you lick me?"

He nodded quickly. Kira lay down next to him. This seemed to scare him more than the sex itself. He lay with his head between her legs.

"Stroke my legs," Kira said. He stroked her thighs with his hands and lowered his face between her legs. It probably smelled a bit, but it didn't disgust the boy. He licked her entire vulva and even slipped his tongue inside until she pointed to her clitoris.

He moved his tongue rhythmically, and Kira moaned aloud. She stroked his head with her hands, ran her fingers through his soft hair, and after a few minutes trembled and came. She wet his chin.

"Okay, that's enough..." she whispered.

Dima sat up. She lay motionless in the same position, eyes closed. The boy lay down next to her.

They lay and chatted about various things. Kira stroked his head and back.

"Let's do it again," she said and lay on her back.

Dima hovered over her. This time he entered on his own and moved longer and more rhythmically.

"You can't come inside a girl," Kira said. "Give it here."

Kira stood up and took his penis into her mouth. She clenched it with her lips and tongue.

"Move," she said.

They lay for a bit longer, then got up. Kira picked up the blanket from the floor and went to the sink to wash. She felt no need to rinse her mouth. Dima didn't wash.

It was already late. Kira made the bed and lay down. Dima stood hesitantly.

"Lie down," Kira beckoned him to her.

He lay down next to her in bed. They were both still naked. Kira covered him with the blanket. They lay under one blanket, very close. Kira felt his warmth. After about five minutes, she fell asleep.

During the night, the girl woke up because Dima was stroking her breast.

"Want to?" she asked.

"Yes..." the boy replied.

She threw off the blanket and lay on top of him. It was dark, and she could only make out his vague outlines. She took his penis in her hand and guided it into herself. Now she was moving, and he lay still. The girl rode him, and he quickly came. Kira wiped herself with the edge of the blanket, lay down, and they went back to sleep.

In the morning, he woke up before her. She got up too. Dima got dressed, kissed her on the lips, and left. Naked Kira collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep again.

He returned after lunch. Kira fed him, and they went for a bike ride. There were many abandoned fields here. A river flowed through the village, its banks overgrown with forest. They rode along this river until the inhabited part of the village ended. Further on stood abandoned houses.

"No one ever comes here," Kira said.

Kira laughed and, unexpectedly for the boy, took off her T-shirt, then her shorts, panties, socks, and sneakers. She hung it all on the handlebars and sat on the bike.

"Catch me!" she shouted and sped off, pedaling quickly and wiggling her wide, bare butt. Pedaling barefoot felt very unusual. The wind blew over her entire body, and it felt incredibly pleasant. Dima stood still for a few moments, frozen in surprise, but then got on his bike and chased after Kira.

He caught up with the girl and rode parallel to her. He kept glancing at her bare breasts bouncing with the fast movement.

"Watch the road!" she shouted and laughed.

Kira pedaled quickly, not touching the seat with her butt. The boy reached out while moving and ran his hand over her butt. His palm slid between her buttocks.

Running barefoot was unfamiliar; the grass stung her feet, and there were constant bumps and sharp twigs. Dima in his sneakers ran much faster. He caught up with the girl and grabbed her from behind with his hands, cupping her breasts. They fell to the ground. Kira lay on her back and spread her legs, and the boy took off his shorts.

The next evening he came to spend the night. When he made his way through the dense garden and approached the house, Kira was lying on the porch naked with her legs spread.