The events I am writing about took place many years ago, before the collapse of the USSR. I spent my summer holidays in the village with my grandmother. I haven’t been to this village for a long time, maybe five years. A lot has changed during this time. The state farm was disbanded due to its low profitability. The young people left for the city, and in the village there were only old men and old women who lived off pensions and subsidiary farming โ a vegetable garden, chickens, and some who also kept a goat or cow. Some houses were empty.
Grandma and I were sitting at the kitchen table sorting through the raspberries, separating the rotten and spoiled berries. A girl with red pigtails and freckles on her face entered the hut, wearing a short sundress from under which slender legs with abrasions on the knees protruded.
โHello, Bab Nur,” she said quickly. โ Give me a can-rolling machine, Mom asked.
“For how long?” Grandma asked.
โ No, I’ll bring it tonight. Now, let’s roll up the compotes quickly.
โWell, all right.
Grandma got up, took a typewriter out of the dresser, and handed it to the girl.
โ Thank you! โ She thanked him.
โ Bring it tonight, don’t forget!
โ Absolutely!
The girl ran away. She didn’t seem to notice me.
“Who’s that?” I asked my grandmother.
โ The neighbor’s Zinka. Didn’t you find out? We used to play bed games with her when we were kids.
Yes, indeed. We were about seven or eight years old… more precisely, I’m seven, Zinka is eight. We were friends and played together in the yard. We had a family game. We were husband and wife: I “came home from work” with an old briefcase without a pen, Zinka “cooked dinner” โ cabbage soup and dandelions, cutlets made of clay. Zinka said:
“Here comes my hubby! Will you have dinner?”
I answered:
“Yes, wife! I’m hungry as a wolf! Serve dinner!”
We had dinner and went to bed, which we made out of planks and an old mattress. We lay in each other’s arms and even tried to kiss, messing with each other’s mouths. Once, while snuggling against Zink’s body, I felt an erection, not yet knowing what it was or why.
“Hee! Your pussy is hard!” chuckled Zinka. I felt awkward, and I moved away. And Zinka whispered in my ear, “Show me!” I was embarrassed, so Zinka pulled off the elastic band of my underpants and looked in there: “Oh! Interesting!”
I must say, Zinka and I never showed our genitals to each other, although I, like any boy, would be curious to look at Zinka’s pussy, but for some reason I was embarrassed to ask her about it. Then we grew up and stopped playing family games, and then I didn’t go to the village for five years at all. Zinka has grown up, I didn’t even recognize her, now she’s a completely grown-up girl.
“The girl’s already marriageable,โ Grandma said, picking through the berries, “but there aren’t any guys left. Smori, is she your fiancee?
I blushed and said nothing. It was too early for me to think about brides, but my hormones were already in full swing and my body was clamoring for sex.
“I’m going to pick some more raspberries,โ I told Grandma.
โ Yes, they seem to have robbed everything.
โ I’ll look around, maybe we missed something.
I went out into the courtyard. The neighbor’s plot was fenced with a high picket fence, one and a half meters high, and along it there was also a hedge of raspberry bushes. Pushing aside the bushes, I began to peer into the neighboring territory. I wanted to see Zinka. After a while I saw her, she went out into the garden and started weeding carrots. She bent down, and the sundress on her pulled up, revealing her panties. Zinka didn’t notice me. “Your pussy is hard!” sounded in my ears again. I actually already had a boner. “Show me!”
โ Yes on!
I took my dick out of my pants and started masturbating. Zinka didn’t see me, and she wouldn’t have noticed, she was busy weeding, but I finished quickly and returned to the hut.
โ Well, have you typed what? Grandma asked.
โ No, everything is clean.
I decided to take a walk before going to bed. He went outside. The huts in the village stood in a row, facing the street. The fences are high and blind, with a gate and a gate in them. In the neighbor’s hut, where Zina lived, a light was on in one of the windows. I noticed that the curtain was loosely drawn, and there was a small gap. It was dark, and the street was deserted. I stood on the rubble and reached for the window to look in.
These are now porn sites, opening which you can see everything that the soul of an erotomaniac desires. At that time, not everyone had a video recorder. Anyway, what I saw fascinated me. It was Zina’s room. She stood in front of the chiffonier mirror and looked at herself. Twirling back and forth, she took off her sundress and was left in just her panties. She had small but very beautiful breastsโround juicy peaches with crimson nipples. Zinka rubbed her boobs with her palms and turned left and right again. Then she took off her panties, turned her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder, and looked at her ass. Her ass was good, too, round and not saggy, and it looked very elastic. Zinka slapped it with her palm. The sound of a slap came to me through the open window. She had sparse red hair on her pubic area, and almost none on her labia.
I don’t think it’s worth saying that I was very aroused when I was watching all this. I couldn’t stand it, so I took my dick out of my pants and started jerking off. And Zinka also ran her palm over her pussy, brought it to her face, sniffed it and even licked it, then put her middle finger between her lips and began to move it up and down. Obviously, she was getting more and more excited, went to the bed and lay down on it, continuing to masturbate. It became worse for me to see her, I rose more strongly on tiptoe to get a better look at the whole picture, and, unable to stay on the rubble, I fell down. I immediately got to my feet and pressed myself against the wall, flattening myself against it and trying to blend in with the darkness. The window opened, and Zinka turned her head back and forth. She didn’t seem to notice me and closed the window again. The curtain was now drawn very tightly.
Grandma and I were having breakfast. It was a sunny and warm morning, and I was sitting at the table in my underwear. And what? If Zinka suddenly shows up, let her look at my torso with the hair sprouting on my chest. Outside the window, a van drove down the street, dusting. The road was unpaved, bumpy and potholed, and he drove slowly, with the characteristic “lawn-like” whine of the transmission.
“The car stall has arrived,โ Grandma said. “Going to get some bread?” Usually they bring a soft one, but it’s still warm.
I put on a T-shirt and jeans and went outside. The van stopped at the opposite end of the village, apparently, they were waiting for it there โ a small queue gathered: an old man, a boy of about ten, two old women, Zinka stood last.
- hello! โ I say, โ are you extreme?
- hello. Can’t you see? Yes, I.
โ You never know, maybe someone borrowed for you.
Zinka turned away, it seemed to me, angrily.
I bought two loaves of very hot, fragrant gray bread and a couple more Moscow rolls. On the way back, I caught up with Zinka.
“How are you?” โ I asked a stupid question because I didn’t know how to start a conversation.
“It’s fine,โ Zinka shrugged her shoulders.
“You don’t remember me at all?” I’m Seryozha.
โ I remember.
“It was such a quiet, warm night,” I said, and immediately regretted it.
โ Do you like to walk at night?
โWell… yes.
“And look into other people’s windows?” โ Zinka stopped, it seemed to me that she wanted to hit me with a grocery bag.
โ Zin, I’m sorry, but… You’re so beautiful.
โBeautiful, you say?” He probably lost his mind there, under the window.
My cheeks flushed, and I didn’t know what to say.
โ Okay, we forgot. And peeping is not good.
We reached Zinkin’s hut.
“So you like to go out at night,โ she said. โ We can go for a walk together. Do you want to?
“I want to.”
“Then knock on my window three times after eleven.”
It was a warm night too. We went outside the village.
“Let’s go to the pond,โ suggested Zinka. โ I like to swim at night, the water is like fresh milk.
The pond was surrounded by a forest. The moon rose from behind the forest and illuminated the beach with silver light. Zinka took off her sundress, and underneath it was a swimsuit. She went to the water and tried it with her foot.
โ It’s warm.
Zina entered the water and swam. Her head was moving along the moonlight path. After sailing a bit, she stopped.
“What are you doing?”
I wasn’t wearing swimming trunks, and I was deciding whether to strip naked or wet my underpants. Finally, ignoring the conventions, he stripped naked. It was even exciting that Zinka would see my dick. He’s quite mature, he’s already eighteen centimeters tall. We could stand in the place where we swam, the depth was neck deep, and Zinka and I were almost the same height. We stood facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes. Her eyes didn’t express any fervor or desire, nevertheless, I hugged her and kissed her. She didn’t resist, but she didn’t respond with insane passion either. Having freed herself from the embrace, Zina said:
โ We swam back.
On the shore, she hardly looked at me, it was even slightly upsetting. She took off her swimsuit, wrung it out and hung it on a bush. It’s unlikely to dry out in the moonlight, if we don’t stay here until morning, she probably won’t wear it. And in the moonlight, her body looked charming โ breasts, buttocks, wet hair falling over her shoulders… Just a mermaid. But without a tail. My dick was standing, I wasn’t shy about it โ let her see that I didn’t have her boner. Zina looked at him and grinned.
“Do you remember,” I asked, โwhat you said: “Is your pussy hard?”
โ I remember, of course. They were small and stupid.
She tapped my cock with her finger, and it wobbled.
โ Of course you don’t have a bastard with you.
I shook my head.
โIt’s a pity. How many times can you cum?
โ It depends on the time.
โ In half an hour.
โ well… I can probably do it twice.
“And then?”
โ It takes two hours to recover.
โ Well, jerk off.
“Why?”
“Do you want me to give it to you?”
“I want to.”
“Then jerk off.” When you’ve milked everything out of yourself, I won’t give it to you. All I needed was to get knocked up.
“I’ll get it out in time.”
โ Yeah, right now. That’s what everyone says.
Actually, I was lying. I’ve never really fucked before. I knew that a man should be able to take it out in time, if necessary, and I trained with Madame Kulachkova, and I succeeded. But whether I can do this in real sex is not yet clear. Zina’s doubts were justified.
“If you want me to give it to you, jerk off,” she repeated. “And if you don’t want to, let’s go home.”