Call me into the bright distance

Once, our company organized a motor expedition to a village for

fresh red fish with caviar, organic vegetables, and honey. Management entrusted me with leadership (you'll rest, make useful acquaintances and connections) and I agreed. We reached the place without incident before dark and stopped in a remote taiga village, far from railways and highways, on the riverbank. The residents welcomed us warmly. Visitors are quite rare here. We easily reached an agreement with the necessary people to purchase fish, caviar, vegetables, and honey.

We were accommodated in homes for lodging. I was lucky to spend the night in a clean, cozy house belonging to a young widow whose husband had drowned. The widow's name was Masha. I liked her from the first glance: a friendly, beautiful, sad face, average height, a beautiful, slightly full figure with well-developed hips and large, firm breasts.

Literally on the threshold of her house, Masha and I began a heartfelt conversation—a talk about life and people's fates.

Masha said little about herself:

— I'm 32. A widow for two years now. My husband drowned during winter fishing. In December, there was a prolonged thaw, and the young ice on the river became porous from the warmth. My husband fell through the ice unexpectedly, and no one, afraid of ending up in the icy water, tried to save him; that's how my husband was pulled under the ice. Time heals; now my soul's wound has healed. I live alone.

We got talking and both—interesting conversationalists—were satisfied; we talked to our heart's content and became friends. I apparently also appealed to Masha.

After the conversation, the hostess set the table with simple homemade food and fare. Leaving the house, she soon brought a fogged-up bottle of homemade moonshine (how could we do without it!); she placed it and two small shot glasses on the table and, gracefully bowing, invited:

— Alexey! I ask you to join our table for supper.

The first toast was to the hosts of the house; Masha discreetly wiped away a tear.

After that, I proposed humorous student and funny toasts; Masha laughed cheerfully and even guffawed. The atmosphere became the most friendly and conducive to relaxation.

While treating me, the hostess asked me to try everything on the table, not forgetting to put some on her own plate, she discreetly examined me with interest; this was flattering. After all, I was a handsome, attractive man, women said I was truly masculine and handsome; they appreciate that.

And now, communicating with me, Mashenka smiled, laughed at my jokes and jests, and couldn't tear her beautiful eyes away from me, as if photographing me for memory.

Emboldened by the drink, she sat down next to me. While putting food on my plate and filling the shot glass, Masha repeatedly, as if by accident, touched my shoulder with her marvelous breast. I gradually began to lose composure and my little friend stirred in my trousers, noticeably bulging them out.

This did not escape the hostess's attention, and citing that "she was hot," she unbuttoned her blouse, allowing me to see her beautiful breasts in the unbuttoned opening—Mashenka wasn't wearing a bra. My friend tensed up even more, now protruding strongly under my trousers. And this, too, did not go unnoticed by my hostess; reaching for a distant dish on the table, she, flirting, lifted her skirt, revealing her beautiful figure to the trusting viewer.

I rejoiced, watching how Masha seduced me.

— Something will happen tonight….we'll figure it out!- I thought.

We sat a little longer, and finally Masha said that WE BOTH needed to rest, as we had to get up early tomorrow for business. I reluctantly tore my gaze away from her figure and got up from the table. While she was tidying up, I went out onto the porch, immersed myself in the silence, and with pleasure breathed in the clean village air. Somewhere in the barn, cattle sighed, dogs yapped. Yes, I thought once again, it's good in the village, on pristine nature after all. I was distracted from these thoughts by Masha, who came out onto the porch:

— Alexey, I made up a bed for you on the sofa. Sleep there tonight.

— Mashenka, …. I definitely won't sleep tonight…. come to me… it'll be more interesting together. Say yes?

Masha laughed mischievously:

— And it's true! I've taken a liking to you, well done! I'll look, I'll think. EVERYTHING is possible and could be.

The bed laid out on the wide sofa in the main room pleasantly smelled of wildflowers. I undressed down to my underwear and with pleasure lay down on the fresh sheets, immersing myself in the aroma of meadows. Sleep wouldn't come. I kept remembering my conversations with Masha and her wonderful breasts. I was distracted from these thoughts by a light noise; it was Masha coming for a rendezvous, dressed only in her underwear.

— Leshenka, I've come….. I'm worried we won't be able to FALL ASLEEP.

smiling slightly:

— We both need intimacy, you understand.

— I understand, Mashenka…

She laughed merrily.

— Can we? What do you say? oh, what a mess we've made!

With her silent consent (her eyes literally glowed in the semi-darkness!), I removed Masha's bra and panties. My underwear flew off me in a second.

And then I felt a young woman, who had become so familiar and so desirable in one evening, press her whole body against me! Both her breasts with protruding nipples, softly firm, lay on my chest. Her stomach and pubic mound, tickling with silky hairs, touched my thigh. Covering my face with wet kisses, Masha feverishly whispered that she also liked me very much, and she wanted my caresses. From all that was said, my member raised its head. It was immediately caught by a tender female hand, which felt it as if getting acquainted and began to fondle its exposed head.

I kissed Masha on the lips, playing with her tongue. And with my hands, I stroked her breasts and nipples, immersed my fingers in her wet pussy and, finding her clitoris, gently caressed it. Masha pressed her beautiful "rose" tighter against my hand, completely surrendering to the caress, and simultaneously caressed my erect member. I tried very hard to bring this beautiful woman to orgasm, but besides moans of pleasure, I couldn't achieve anything. Mashenka whispered to me that for orgasm, one must simultaneously caress the clitoris and massage the uterus.

Masha lay on her back; I, kissing her lips, lay between her slender legs, and finding her wet pussy, began to smoothly introduce my phallus into the female womb. Holding my breath, I waited for a cry of pain, but the beautiful Masha only passionately responded to my kisses.

— Leshenka…come on, start…

I grew bolder. Now the entire head of the member was immersed in the tight vagina. I arched a little more and the member pushed even deeper into Masha. Now more than half was inside.

My God! Masha let out a voluptuous moan and dug her fingers into my back; there it is, the G-spot and the cervix! I held my breath and fully pressed the member in, feeling how its head with effort PASSED through the entire vaginal vault and with effort squeezed the elastically firm body of the uterus, and my pubic mound pressed tightly against Masha's.

Oh God! Finally, a miracle happened in my life! What happiness!

My member rested against the uterus in the pleasant depth of the beautiful female body. A voluptuous moan again escaped the woman's lips.

— Alyosha! My dear! My happiness! How long I've been waiting for someone like you!

Now, elated, with enormous enthusiasm, we gave pleasure to each other. Each time I tried to withdraw the member, I felt Masha clenching her vaginal muscles, and it literally had to be torn out by force! Both painful and sweet! Masha moaned voluptuously and energetically thrust up to meet me. My head was spinning!

— Wait, let me catch my breath!….

Each time, pressing on the uterus with the member in the deepest part, I perceived the woman's loud cries of pleasure. Only now did I, for the first time in my life, feel all the delight of my member's movement in the hot vagina.

I selflessly moved in this hot womb. I felt the tension growing in my testicles, causing languor and an irresistible desire to pour out my load into this wonderful female interior. Her quiet cries turned into a constant moan of pleasure.

Masha cried out loudly, froze for a moment, and then began to shudder in a powerful orgasm that shook her entire body. The squeezing of the member by the contracting vaginal muscles was so acutely pleasant that it tickled in my testicles, they pulled up to my stomach, and with a feeling of stunning, sharpest pleasure from this woman, the member began to erupt streams of sperm into the widely opened entrance to the female uterus, filling it and flooding the entire vagina.

We experienced orgasm several more times. Then gradually our excitement began to subside. I collapsed onto Masha's beautiful, softly firm breasts, struggling to catch my breath. Masha still tightly clenched her legs, not releasing my member from her womb. After a while longer, we completely calmed down and, gently kissing and continuing to embrace, began to talk quietly.

And suddenly a thought burned me. Lord, here is this woman who will make me happy, with whom I would like to live together and for her to bear me children. With a sinking heart, I asked Masha if she agreed to become my wife. Silence fell. And suddenly she pressed her wonderful body tightly against me and whispered hotly in my ear:

— I will marry you! I want children from you. I want to live my whole life with you.

Then she told me about her life.

She is a simple village woman, with 10 years of schooling. Works as a milkmaid. She married for love. She and her husband lived well. As I was able to see, for Masha to reach orgasm, one must simultaneously caress the clitoris and massage the uterus well. Her husband couldn't truly satisfy Masha very often, but for the sake of those rare celebrations, she endured it. They didn't manage to have children. After becoming a widow, she tried sex with other men but didn't get satisfaction. On her friends' advice, she satisfied herself. She would take a large plastic squirrel or fox tail from a children's toy with a condom on it; immerse it in her vagina to the hilt and, while caressing her clitoris, rhythmically massage her uterus, bringing herself to orgasm.

But a living, trembling male member cannot be replaced by anything. Therefore, when I saw you, I immediately felt with my female intuition: you are my man. And as you see, I was right. You are something special. I am ready to go to the ends of the earth with you; I fell in love with you at first sight immediately. You are a kind person and will be a good father to our children. But, after all, we are not equals. Why would you want someone like me.

I ardently began to convince her that education isn't the main thing, the main thing is mutual compatibility and respect for each other's interests. And also: all great men married women from the provinces.

Masha quietly asked:

— What does "there was one 'but'" mean?

— Mashenka! I have a very large male member…

— Leshenka! I am a woman…and I DON'T NEED any other! Believe me!

She cried and said that she was happy and still couldn't believe that fate had given her such a chance; that she would be a caring wife and an amazing lover for me.

Saying all this, she gently stroked my phallus and kissed my lips. I did not remain in debt and with pleasure caressed her beautiful breasts and plump, still wet pussy. Then I got up and turned on the light to admire the beautiful naked female body that was already promised to me. The room became bright.

Masha closed her eyes but remained lying in the same position.

My God! How beautiful her naked body is!

A beautiful, tender face, a graceful neck, stunningly shaped, roughly size 4 breasts with nipples protruding from brown areolas. A classic sexy stomach with a pubic mound smoothly transitioning into succulent labia and a bud of small lips slightly covering the entrance to the female womb and a developed clitoris at the entrance to the vagina.

I looked at this miracle and my member was again standing at full readiness, ready to merge into one with this beauty.

I selflessly enjoyed this stunning female essence.

My God! What happiness that I have finally met a woman who will drive me crazy.

After a while, we calmed down, lay down, embraced. And that's how we fell asleep.

The next day, our team fully loaded the vehicle with vegetables, fish, and we set off on the return journey. But I was left with a priceless cargo, my dear, desired Mashenka, with whom I decided not to part.

A month later, we had a wedding and got married. We were happy. And I gained a caring wife and an amazing lover.