My carefree childhood was spent in the suburbs, in a wooden private house with a garden and a vegetable garden, where I lived with my parents and grandmother after my father. Facilities in the yard, water in the column on the street. I grew up quiet and lonely, spoke little with my peers, mostly helped my mother with housework and read a lot. In the sixth grade, I was passionately (and, of course, unrequited), in love with a teacher of biology. She walked in a tight-fit turtleneck and tight short skirt, showing off her full breasts, voluminous buttocks and slender legs. Naturally, she was married, and when in the spring she was going to go on maternity leave, I was experiencing the most natural jealousy.
In the seventh grade, I went to another school. We moved to the city, in a separate apartment - Dad's Research Institute built housing for its employees. Grandma did not want to move to the city. Since the house was decorated for her, she remained there to live. And we began to call this house "Grandma's Dacha." I was sent there for the whole summer, and my parents were visiting on weekends.
In order not to be bored in the winter and to have an addition to the pension, the grandmother let a dwelling into one of the empty rooms. She was an unmarried woman of thirty-five, a tall brunette, rather pretty and somewhat similar to our biologist, for whom I was still so good. Similar, most likely, its forms - the bust and ass. As she walked, the bust bounced, and the butt was swaying, and all this led me into indescribable excitement. Of course, I secretly fell in love with her. I was terribly jealous and did not find a place for myself when men came to her. And some of them left only in the morning. The grandmother didn’t like these visitors either, and once she directly told her:
“Nadia, if you don’t stop making a brothel in my house, I'll evict you!”
I didn’t really know what a “brothel” was, but I understood that Nadia leads a not quite correct lifestyle. However, this did not stop me, I continued to love her passionately and really wanted her. In me instincts were already awakening, hormones were raging, the desire to have a woman became intolerable, especially - THIS woman. I was very worried that she would again arrange a brothel at her grandmother’s dacha, and not because it disgusted the norms of morality, but because grandmother could really make her move out.
Two years have passed. I graduated from the ninth grade and looked forward to the completion of school practice in order to quickly leave to my grandmother's dacha and see HER again. Finally, this moment has come. I tried to hang around more in the garden, so that I would occasionally meet with her when she went to the toilet or for water, or hung out the laundry. Nadia also had holidays, as she taught at a technical school. She spent the whole morning and almost all day at home, but in the evenings she often left somewhere and returned late, or even in the morning. However, the men did not come to her anymore, my grandmother was strict, it was impossible to disobey her.
If Nadia spoke to me, for me it was just a holiday. When I arrived, she gave me a compliment, said how big I am, almost an adult man. And even mischievously looked at me, why sparks ran all over my body. Grandmother then sternly shook her finger:
- Look, I do not argue a boy!
And when we inadvertently met in the garden, she usually asked me about all sorts of nonsense: how to study, who I am friends with, what I like. And I did not know what to talk to her about. At night, dreaming of her, I invented various compliments, but it all came out of my head when I met her: my tongue seemed to stick to the sky. When her clothes were drying on the rope, I tried to pass by more often and looked at her bras and panties. And grandmother grumbled:
- Ugh, shameless! Again, their personal belongings hung! Shame what ...
Bath in our old house was not. Wash themselves in a bath or rinsed at home, standing in a basin and pouring themselves out of the dipper. In early July, the bathhouse for two weeks was closed for repairs. Then one day the grandmother went somewhere, perhaps to the market, and Nadia put on gas to warm water in a bucket and in a kettle, obviously, she was preparing to wash herself. I was spinning in the kitchen to meet her again by chance. Nadia came out of her room in a bathrobe, took a bucket from the stove and addressed me:
- Can you help me?
I can not just dream even! - I wanted to shout out to me. But I just nodded.
“Take the teapot, take it to my room.”
Carefully hiding my excitement, I followed her with a kettle in my hand. There was an indescribable feminine scent in her room. It smelled of perfume, some kind of makeup and something else, I can’t say what, but it smells like that only in the rooms where the woman lives. Obviously a mixture of smells of its secretion, sweat, hair, perfume, linen and other things create this unique bouquet. In the middle of the room stood a galvanized trough and a bucket of cold water. I noticed that the curtain on her window was not tightly drawn. Now I will put the kettle on, I’ll pick the window outside and watch it.
- Are you in a hurry? She asked.
“No,” I answered timidly.
- Fields me, please, on the head.
She diluted the water in the kettle, and then took her hands out of the sleeves of her bathrobe and tied them around her hips, it turned out like a skirt. She was wearing a bra, but still this look brought me into a state of extreme excitement. She took the shampoo and leaned over the tub.
- Come on!
I watered her head, and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, because in my underpants, I felt cramped. Nadia washed off the foam, squeezed out her hair and tied her head with a towel. Then she turned to me and, smiling, said:
- Everything. Thank. Free Or ... - added coquettishly, - do you still want something?
She looked slyly at my red face, then at the bulging training pants and asked:
- Do you like me?
I nodded, because I could not say anything.
- I am beautifull?
She shook her hips slightly and the robe fell to the floor. She was wearing simple white panties, through which black hairs pierced where the belly ends and the legs begin. I swallowed nervously and said hoarsely:
- Highly.
Nadya laughed.
- Vaughn like you swollen! Already jerking off?
- Like this? - I made an uncomprehending view and locked my hands.
Honestly, I have been engaged in onanism for almost a year, but, naturally, I did not tell anyone. And he was very ashamed that someone could find out about it.
- You don't know how! - she laughed. - Yes, do not be shy, there is nothing wrong with that. All boys do it.
And then she added in a whisper:
“And even big guys ... Just not everyone admits.” Want to jerk me off?
I was completely embarrassed and was already thinking about getting away, but I didn’t know how to do it more properly.
- Oh, shy! - she pulled off my hands and with her finger slightly hit the tubercle on my pants, which began to shrink a little from shame. - Well, do you want?
She slowly unbuttoned her bra and took it off. I looked at the huge nipples framed in burgundy circles on the impressive size of the bumps, which are slightly hung and swayed. From this excitement began to grow again.
- Look, pants will burst. All the same, because you follow me in the window to spy, and then somewhere down on the sly. So better right here. Well, come on, pull out your gun.
And she herself pulled down my pants along with my underpants. Having bared the member, she brought my arm to him and wrapped her fingers around him.
- Come on! Or do you still have something to show?
Nadia lowered her gum underpants, barely exposing her pubis covered with black hair. And I automatically began to move my fist. The ejaculation came quickly, I put my other hand under the jets of semen so as not to splash everything around. Suddenly, I was overcome with insane shame. God, what have I done! The woman I passionately loved became a witness to my fall! Now she will laugh at me. But Nadia did not laugh, on the contrary, approved.
- Well done! - she pulled my palms to her, from which sperm flowed to the floor. - Yy, how many!
And wiped them on her belly.
“This is useful for women's skin,” she explained. - It gives it elasticity, helps against cellulite. All right, go. I will wash. This process is intimate, do not peep. If you want to see something, I'll show you later. I see with what eyes you are spinning around me. Go, or the grandmother will come soon.
I pulled on my pants and headed for the door, and Nadya stopped me.
- Yes, and here it is. Please have me to you. Intimate plan. When you're going to lower yourself, put me in a jar, okay? Tonight I'll leave for two days on business, and you give me a call during this time, okay? This will be your homework.
In the evening, my grandmother and I drank tea in the garden in the open gazebo. Near our gate stopped green "Volga". Nadia got into it and left.
“Whore,” grumbled Grandma, and spat on the floor. - God forbid, you get such a wife.
I said nothing. I would be happy if Nadia would suddenly become my wife. And why a whore? The business woman left, perhaps, on a business trip. Or, there, on refresher courses which.
Before going to bed, I pulled an empty mustard jar from the cupboard and, since I was sleeping in a separate room, no one prevented me from carrying out this “homework” given by Nadya. I did it before bed, then in the morning. Grandma used to get up late, so I had the time. Then in the afternoon, when grandma left for groceries, again before bed and the next morning. Almost a third of the jar has accumulated. I left her under the bed, and he went into the garden. Already ripened gooseberries and black currants. And it was at this moment that the grandmother started cleaning my room. She went out onto the porch and, shaking my jar of "homework", asked:
- And what is this for you muck?
Everything was dying inside, I was scared and did not know what to say.
- This is ... this is whey, leave, ba! I want casein glue to do. Model will glue.
- Lord, would tell me. I have this casein ... Okay.
Phew! It has passed.
In the evening came the green "Volga". Nadya came out of her and, clattering her heels over the tiles that lined the walkway, headed towards the house, pleased and happy. Grandmother was bustling around the kitchen at that time, I was alone in the garden.
- Well, what about homework? She asked in a whisper, walking past me, leaning toward my ear.
She smelled a little wine and strong - men's cologne. I was suddenly in a fit of jealousy.
“Done,” I grunted, frowning and lowering my eyes.
- Well, - in her voice was heard the enthusiasm and some kind of playfulness. - I'll check it out tomorrow. When your grandmother is not at home. And now I want to sleep, I just have no strength.
Before going to sleep, sadness and longing rolled over me, I was not even in the mood for doing my “homework”. Maybe grandma is right, she is really sending ... no, I could not call her that word. Boys at this age firmly believe in their ideal. Just think, well, I noted with my friends the successful completion of my courses. And the driver of the “Volga” so strongly changed his clothes that its smell absorbed both Nadina’s hair and clothes. And since she asked me about “homework,” she remembers me, and she needs me. I remembered how she removed her bra and lowered her panties. He fumbled under the bed, took out his jar of "homework" and continued its execution.
Happy grandmother went to the market. I gently knocked on the door of Nadina's room.
“Come in openly,” she answered.
I entered. Nadia was sitting in a robe in front of a mirror and doing her nails.
- Well, brought?
“Yeah,” I replied, pulling at the jar.
- Oh, how much. You're just a cash cow. No, the digger bull. Well, just kidding, just kidding, don't be offended.
She got up, put my “homework” in the fridge, came back and sat on the ottoman against me. I was still hesitating, shifting from foot to foot. I was in a passion for her, but at the same time I was afraid of her ...
“This is for me later,” she slyly looked me straight in the eyes. - And now I sprinkle fresh on my face. Do you want?
She began to unbutton my pants. And I was very excited from confusion.
- Oh, why aren't we standing yet? Well, look here.
With a light movement, she untied the gown belt, and his floors parted, exposing his chest and knees. Under the bathrobe there was no panties or bra. I again saw this trembling breast as a jelly and a black triangle between the legs. My cock began to strain quickly.
- Well, where is our cosmetic milk?
And she began to pull at his hand. It was a completely new sensation, absolutely not similar to those when you do it yourself. I looked at the reflection in the mirror, where an adult aunt was twisting a boy's pussy, and began to spew. Nadia closed her eyes, putting her cheeks and chin under her trickles. Then she let go of my body and smeared it all over my face with two palms.
- So I washed. All right, run, as if your grandmother would not catch us.
Nadia took off her robe, turned to the mirror, and again took up her nails. The rest of the day and the next day I lived under the impression of that morning procedure. Nadia didn’t call on me anymore, and I didn’t dare to glance at her. In the evening she left again on the green "Volga".
The next day, in the late afternoon, my grandmother soaped for a visit. She had two friends with whom she spent weekly evening for Sunday preference. Grandma stifled, put on her best dress, said that in the refrigerator cutlets for dinner, so that I warmed them up and cooked pasta for myself, told me not to be bored and left. I stayed in the kitchen. As soon as my grandmother had left, I heard the noise of a car pulling up. The door slammed loudly, and Nadine's voice sounded.
- Get out, scumbag!
The engine roared and tires squealed, the car disappeared. Nadya walked along the path to the house and swore.
- Bastard! Cretin! Scoundrel! Goat!
Heels tapped on the corridor and subsided in Nadina's room. Slammed the door. What is it with her? Someone offended? Go to regret? And what if I myself fall under the hot hand?
I sat silent in my room, read it, went out into the garden, wandered, breathed in the fresh evening air, went to the toilet and returned to the house. The door to Nadina's room was ajar. I automatically looked in. Nadia sat at the table, leaning her elbow on the tabletop and running a hand in her hair. On the table in front of her was a glass and an opened bottle of brandy. When she saw me, she said:
- Come on in. I was looking for you, but I did not find you.
I entered.
- Cognac want?
I shrugged. I never drank spirits. Dry wine tasted, champagne for the New Year, well, beer is still. And vodka, brandy yet - no. Nadia poured me half a cup.
- Drink it.
I took a sip. I choked.
“Eh, you, man,” Nadia finished the brandy after me.
- And if you want, I'll give you a blowjob?
She was completely drunk.
- What is it like?
“That's it,” she unzipped my pants, and lowered them along with her panties to her knees, rubbed my organ with her finger.
When I reached arousal, she took it in her mouth. It was even nicer than when she jerked off with her hand. I quickly finished, and she swallowed everything.
- Need to drink. Will you take another sip?
Nadia poured into a glass a little smaller than at that time. Now I drank without choking. She poured herself and drank too.
“All men are bastards,” she said. - Except you. But you are not a man yet. Do you want to become a man? See what you want.
Nadya slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
- Do not you want to help me? The lady, you see, is undressing, and he is standing with his hands on sides and zero attention.
I timidly pulled off her blouse, fiddling with the buckle, unzipped the bra, then unzipped the hooks on the skirt and began to pull it down. She did not condone.
“Actually, women take off their skirts over their heads,” Nadya herself freed herself from the skirt. “I’ll take off the tights myself too, or you will tear it up.”
There were only cowards on it. We lay down on the sofa. I immediately perched on her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed her passionately. I reached out to take off my underpants, but found that they were no longer there. How she managed to remove them, it remains a mystery to me. I began to poke her tool.
- Wait, do not hurry. A woman must first start. Kiss there.
She shoved my head at her feet. My lips were in the hair of her crotch. From there, it smelled a little urine, but when I parted my hair with my fingers and touched my tongue with wet sponges, I was interrupted by the pungent smell of female secretion. I licked several times.
- Well done! - she took me by the armpits and pulled up. - Now you can poke.
Since I just had an orgasm, I worked for a long time. She helped me with oncoming movements, often breathed, and then screamed loudly several times.
When everything was done, she poured more brandy into a glass and handed it to me.
- Well, congratulations, man! Sorry, only one glass.
After drinking a sip, we began to dress, because as soon as my grandmother could appear. She appeared at the very moment when I was leaving Nadina's room.
- What did you do there? - strictly asked grandmother.
I hesitated and did not know what to think. And grandma demanded a response:
- Well? What? Model pasted? Casein?
“I'm this ... there Nadia had to move the wardrobe.” I helped.
- Cabinet, then. Come on breath! It is she who is with you, so she paid off for the cupboard with a glass. And, maybe, still than? Well, right now, she will get it from me.
Grandma opened the door. Nadia stood in her robe, arms akimbo, ready to repel the attack.
- Oh, you bitch! - shouted grandmother. - Not only do you peel over the peasants, still my boy seduced! Well, get out so that your spirit won't be here in an hour! Look, fashion took! On youngsters pulled! Yes, I'll give you a statement to the police! To discourage youngsters to corrupt!
- Vya-vya-vya! - Nadya mocked her. - And leave! What am I not going to find a room? Scared. To the police. And I'm on the police - you rent housing illegally. All right. Chava-kakava!
She slammed the door. You could hear her throwing things into a suitcase. I went to my room. Soon I heard another door slam, and the heels began to click, moving away to the gate.