Memories of youth — exchanging party membership cards
We took a liking to each other right away, which is probably why the four of us sat together in the front row, while the other Komsomol organizers sat further away. Maybe also because, of all the Komsomol organizers, only we were candidate members of the Party, had seen each other in the waiting room of the city Party committee secretary, and sat down with familiar faces.
That was the system of party totalitarianism back then—you had to spend a year as a candidate member of our dear Leninist Party, and only after that could you be accepted as a full member of the CPSU. The Komsomol conference went quickly; the second secretary of the city Party committee gave a report, gave us all instructions, and at the end
he beckoned all four of us over, announcing it loudly into the microphone. As it turned out—we were all invited to be in the group for exchanging party cards, our candidacies had been discussed and approved, but we needed to give our consent, because in 1973 all party members would be issued new-style cards, so here was our first party assignment, a very responsible one.— How are you, have you recovered from the flu? There was a pretty severe epidemic in December, after all. Not entirely, well, in the company of such bright, beautiful girls, you'll recover faster. And you, dear girls, don't be hard on him, he's one of our best Komsomol organizers, studies by correspondence at the institute, by the way, a bachelor, keep that in mind. So, this will be your party assignment, and from the city Party committee, mind you. If you manage—we'll accept you into our dear Party, understood? Well then, do you agree, will you manage? And your deputies will cover for you in your Komsomol committees. Your decision? Think it over and decide!
— We'll manage, Valery Pavlovich! Thank you for your trust! — we answered in unison, exchanging glances.
Afterwards, I invited everyone to a cafe, saying it was my treat, I'd received my quarterly bonus. And what prices back then—for four rubles we ate our fill, and then, sitting on a bench in a cozy corner of the park, we got to know each other better. The elegant, lovely Lyuba, with her high, clearly firm breasts, immediately started making "advances" at me and hinted that today at the "Yunost" cinema there was a new film, "Solaris," based on Stanislaw Lem's novel. I got it—I invited everyone to the movies, and of course, the "inviter" buys the tickets—the girls laughed.
We quickly mastered this simple but responsible work, everyone had nice handwriting, but!—no mistakes in the party cards! So after each of us wrote ten cards, we'd do a check—for example, I'd sit next to Valya and read out the data, and she'd check the writing. And by March 8th, I gave the girls a great gift, but it happened by chance. Stopping by the train station after work, I checked the train schedule and bought a ticket at the counter—my dad was going on a business trip.
And then the police started chasing the black marketeers, and one of them, running away in a clear panic, dropped his bag at my feet and took off. And inside was a set of stockings with lurex, some that attach to a garter belt, others with elastic at the top. So I gave each girl a pair of black nylon stockings and a pair of flesh-colored nylon ones, they were delighted. And so it turned into a spectacle—the girls immediately started trying them on, pulling them up their legs, hiking their skirts above their panties, they practically put on a striptease! And I told them a joke-riddle—can you stroke nylon stockings? You can, if they're on a beautiful leg!
Valya and I sat down to do a check, and she pulled her skirt right up to her panties and asked, well, aren't her legs beautiful? And I slyly answered that they weren't just beautiful, but very beautiful, and stroked her leg. And Valya's long, firm legs looked simply marvelous in those stockings, my hands just itched to stroke them. And she giggled softly, saying Lyuba wouldn't scratch her eyes out, and I just as softly said we wouldn't tell her. And we laughed, and I didn't remove my hand, and Valya didn't object.
Then Lyuba and Tanya went to the restroom, and Valya giggled, saying it was a little ticklish but very pleasant when I stroked her legs. So that's how we did our checks—she'd check, and I'd run my hand right up to her panties, and it was so wonderfully exciting to stroke the hot skin of her legs after the smooth, slippery stocking. I looked, and Valya seemed a little turned on, red spots on her cheeks, her panties a bit damp, and I had already run my hand right over her panties, over her slit, which had even swollen a little. So we often got carried away like that, but never went further.
Three months flew by quickly, we became a little closer to each other, went to lunch together, and I scored a few more points with the girls by finding out that the restaurant at the bus station always served set lunches for everyone for just one ruble. Cool! We'd come, sit down, and get a set lunch, they'd serve you well, and no need to stand in line at the cafeteria, and what lines there were often!
The girls were delighted again, and when I said I was going to leave, they wailed in unison that they were against it, that they were great with me, and Valya confirmed it. Apparently, she really liked how I stroked her legs, saying it was very pleasant for her. And with Lyuba, I often went to the movies, sometimes with Tanya too. Movies, just like according to Lenin, were the main factor for knowledge and entertainment. On TV, it was all Brezhnev's speeches or films about the revolution, buying books was a problem. And in the semi-darkness of the theater, it was so great to kiss, and Lyuba sometimes even let me kiss Tanya too, so she wouldn't be jealous. And it was so great to kiss Tanya and fondle her magnificent breasts in the dark! But then one day everything changed for the better, well, for me definitely!
One Friday after our workday ended, we got our bonus, and Tanya told me that was great, let's go visit Valya on Saturday, it's her birthday. Lyuba is going to the village to see relatives, and we should congratulate Valya, or she'll be offended. We put Lyubochka on the suburban bus, it puffed smoke at us, and we were left with Tanya.
Well then—on Saturday we pooled our money for champagne, flowers, a cake, and a beautiful Chinese fountain pen with a gold nib for Valya. We had a wonderful time at her apartment, just the three of us—Valya's husband was away at specialization courses, preparing to become the deputy head of the railway station, a serious position. The courses were for two months, so Valya was frankly bored, and our visit was, as she joked, "a light in the window." We drank both the champagne and a bottle of cognac that Valya brought out, there was a pleasant buzz in my head, and clearly not just mine—we danced a little to the radio, and both girls pressed against me so provocatively that it was just awkward, my dick was hard as a rock and bulging in my pants, and Valya even rubbed against it…
Tanya laughed and we sat on the sofa, saying we needed to calm down, and somehow we started kissing, at first like as a joke, congratulating the birthday girl, and then more passionately. And I boldly pulled out Tanya's breast, discreetly unbuttoning her blouse, and latched onto it, she just moaned sweetly and stroked my head, but didn't push me away. Valya started stroking Tanya's other breast and kept complaining that her breasts were small, while Tanya's were so magnificent. Tanya arched her back and was in pleasure, and I even joked:
— Don't worry, Valyusha, soon you'll have three kids and a great lover, and your breasts will be a size four, all the men on the street will turn to look at you, and they'll just groan and moan at your legs, like I am now. Let me kiss your breasts, and they'll immediately become even better and tastier.
She unbuttoned her blouse herself, and I started kissing her small but responsive, firm breasts, her nipples hardened, and Valya started moaning out loud. Well, and then—my mom's and our neighbor Aunt Lesya's school after the army! I started kissing her stomach, then lifted her short skirt and started nibbling her slit right through her panties, and Valya arched her back and started moaning sweetly again. So she soon started pulling me by the shoulders toward her, and on the "way" I quickly pulled down her already quite damp panties and stroked the little button of her clitoris, eliciting even louder but such sweet moans.
And then Valya spread her long, strong legs, and I showered kisses on the inner surface of her hot thighs, which smelled of meadow flowers and honey. And then, obeying her hands, I slowly settled between her strong legs and soon was thrusting into her with all my might. How wonderful it felt on her firm body! And since she allowed it, I came right inside her, especially since she was married. And when she felt my hot sperm inside, she thrashed about and, letting out a loud cry, came intensely. Well, and wonderful—Valya came!
When we came to our senses, Valya made Tanya, who was very aroused by our adultery, swear a terrible oath of silence, and then, to seal that oath, Valya winked at me and asked me to tenderly rape Tanya. Tanya put up a bit of a token resistance for propriety's sake, but we quickly undressed her, and in a couple of minutes, she was standing completely naked.
I gently touched the fingers of my right hand to her left nipple, feeling the nipple tense and pulse. And what breasts she had—you couldn't cover one with just one palm, you needed two. Then I buried my mouth in her breast, getting incredible pleasure, my impatient hands slid to her waist and, pausing briefly on her rounded hips, slid to her wonderful soft buttocks—how nice to squeeze them! How they sprang in my hands! Complete delight and pleasure!
Then I crouched down, kissed her pubic mound several times, inhaling the wonderful scent of a young, aroused woman—Tanechka was all wet and grabbed my hair. When I stood up, my hands were on her delightful, tender hips, and I buried myself in her wonderful breasts again, which smelled of wild strawberries. We were both very aroused, but I had already come inside Valya, so I lasted a long time between her legs, and Tanya immediately cried out and, gripping me tightly, came intensely. And I kept moving inside her hot, tight vagina for a long time, simply in heaven.
And she suggested I come, afraid of getting "knocked up," in her plump butt, which I was very happy about—her round butt had always given me very arousing thoughts. It seemed her tight hole was well-practiced—I entered quite easily and came immediately, again getting incredible pleasure. I just didn't want to get off her wonderful, firm body, it felt so good to feel my cock in her butt. And as soon as I took a shower and rested a bit, I was delighted—my cock ended up in the hot, wet captivity of Valya's skilled mouth! She wants it again! As it turned out, Valya just couldn't become a mom, which stressed her out a lot, and her mother-in-law constantly hissed at her when they met, saying she'd never see her grandchildren, what kind of daughter-in-law was she!
This time was even more wonderful for me—I experienced an incredible feeling of complete immersion in another person's body, Valya seemed to drink me in, holding me tightly with her arms and throwing her long legs over me. That evening, I went through a wonderful lesson in mutual pleasures that a man and a woman can give each other. She seemed to absorb me, time simply stopped, and we were in another state. And her tender, slightly silly words about the pleasure she was receiving were a revelation to me, an opening of the world and myself. My "explorer of female depths" was in the most beautiful captivity, the strong intimate muscles of this wonderful tall woman milked me so sweetly! I was in nirvana! How lucky I was!
We really didn't want that evening to end, so Valya invited us over on Sunday too, asking us to "visit" her, so to speak, to continue her birthday celebration. This time we behaved more relaxed, finally ate the cake, since last time we'd skipped dessert. And now it was even sweeter for us—once I came inside Valya, bringing her to orgasm, and then Tanya's narrow vagina and lush butt gave me simply a sea of pleasure. I had no strength left—two such girls!
So Valya suggested we spend the night at her place, and go to work together in the morning. A great suggestion—we really didn't want to part after all that. Without a word, we half-nakedly approached the window. The sun had already disappeared below the horizon, and the blood-red section of our departing star for the night faded, became crimson-gray. Twilight slowly crept in, and our city plunged into darkness.
The twilight thickened, but in the west, the sky was unexpectedly clear, light blue. And when the purple tones of the sky disappeared completely, Valya, as the hostess, in a sweetly arousing tone, suggested we go to bed. We lay down, all three of us, and Valya immediately hugged me tightly, and Tanya pressed against me too. And in the morning, seeing my erection, Tanya licked me, and suggested I come in her great butt. And as soon as I came out of the bathroom, Valya's magical mouth raised my "fighter" to his combat post, and soon I was coming inside her hot womb, which pulsed so excitingly in anticipation of new life.
As Tanya later told me, her fiancé had served a short sentence, and when he came home, it turned out that "there" he'd developed a taste for anal sex and gradually got Tanya used to it too. Now he's back "in not-so-distant places," so Tanya really misses intimacy now, and I showed up at the right place at the right time. At first, I, and Valya too, were a bit stunned by her confession, but I pulled myself together and, acting like a tough macho man, after her tender tongue's caresses in the morning, positioned myself at her lush butt again. I came inside her, growling quietly with pleasure, happily riding on her lush buttocks. And then Valya suggested that, given the chance, I should take her in the butt too, since Tanya enjoyed our sweet anal so much. I walked to the city Party committee with the girls barely alive, but incredibly satisfied—so much sex at once and with two gorgeous girls!
Lyuba, seeing our satisfied faces, later started interrogating us, but we were like partisans under interrogation by the Gestapo. And when Lyuba ran to the bus stop after work, Valya invited Tanya and me over again, saying there was still a full fridge of food. She also suggested we spend the night at her place again. Calling our parents, we happily did just that.
And our other adventures—in the continuation!