After graduating from school, I could not enter the institute for the full-time department, there were not enough points, and I had to retake one exam and apply for the evening department. After enrollment, I, like other comrades in misfortune, had to look for work. It seemed to me that in our time to find a job is easy. But how to find it, if for ten years, apart from a writing pen, he held nothing in his hands. And the fact that something to do with your own hands, there is nothing to say at all. Having pushed around the enterprises of my native city and not finding anything suitable, I turned to my parents for help. Having mocked my self-confidence, after reading a sea of lectures, I was nonetheless hired to work in one of the factory's laboratories, where I have to work for a whole year as a junior laboratory assistant, or rather, a second-class electrician.
It was the end of August. On the very first day of my working life, my boss called me.
“So that’s it,” he began, looking over his glasses, since you are our youngest tomorrow to go to the collective farm.
In those days, teams of young animals were put together in the shops and sent to the collective farm for two or three weeks to help harvest. They came home only on weekends, and even then not always.
- And what about the work? My classes will start soon. I wouldn't want to miss classes from day one.
- Do not worry. Classes won't start until the end of September, by which time I hope you'll be back.
I stood there and didn't know what to say. I felt somehow uncomfortable. He just came and immediately to the collective farm, without even visiting the workplace. I was not very happy with the prospect of spending the rest of the summer on the collective farm. With my head down, I trudged to the door.
- Don't worry too much, - the chief said good-naturedly, - the collective farm is great. I would go myself, but who needs me there. You'll see, it's great there. You will work during the day, and in the evening you will drink vodka, fuck girls.
At these words, I broke into a sweat. In my eighteen years, I have never had to be so close with the representatives of the opposite sex, but I really wanted to. True, several times, holding a neighbor on the site in the corner, he climbed into her panties, but this does not count. More has never been achieved. Hearing the promising words of my boss, I cheered up, suddenly lucky.
The next day, a convoy of seven buses took us to the collective farm. It was a clear morning. The joyful faces of the guys who have been to the collective farms more than once, jokes and laughter, somehow drove away my vile mood. I imperceptibly entered into the conversation. There were a lot of girls, much more than guys, and it inspired confidence. The age did not exceed twenty years, and only the eldest of the group was sixty years old.
We were settled in special trailers on the edge of the village near the lake. Each trailer consisted of three sections, in the center there was an entrance hall with a stove, and on the sides, a male and female section. In general, it was possible to live. The management of the collective farm took good care of the life and leisure of the city assistants. The town turned out to be quite crowded, and most importantly, there are a lot of girls. But in the evening, the illusions about the rich choice quickly dissipated. Village boys, like flies to honey, stuck to our town. All day we worked on harvesting carrots, and in the evening, we made a big fire, next to the wagons, baked a large bucket of potatoes, and then arranged dances, to the music of the brought tape recorder. It was funny for me to watch the girls. For an hour they sat in front of a mirror with a cosmetic bag, diligently putting on makeup, then half an hour by the fire, until the shadows run down their cheeks and in an instant under the shower.
Imperceptibly, the dancing turned into a conversation around the fire, which always ended with a conversation about sex. Gradually, in pairs, the people left the town, and only I, and free girls, remained bored by the fire. I don’t remember who, but one day one of our ringleaders offered to organize a small Sabantuy. Since alcohol was not sold in the villages during the harvest season, they had to go to the city to get it. The lot fell on me and Natasha, a rather pretty shorochka. Small in stature, with a beautiful figure, on the field, she often loomed before my eyes, exciting me to the limit. What struck me the most was the face. She didn't look like a slut at all. A sweet smile, cheerful eyes, rosy cheeks, a flirtatious look. And only wavy, black hair, and a swarthy face, vaguely spoke of her origin. She is two years older than me.
On a passing car, we got to the city without any problems. The road back, it's some kind of nightmare. An overcrowded bus took us to a fork, from which ten kilometers straight, through the forest. Heavy bags, fragile packaging, gave us a lot of problems. And the partner did not differ in great strength, most of it had to be carried by himself. And what was Sergey thinking about when he sent her with me. Slowly, with frequent stops, we approached the village. Natasha was very tired and begged for rest. In my heart I was delighted, because I myself was tired, but I was ashamed to confess to a fragile girl. We camped under a pine tree near a stream. Getting down on all fours, she bent down to the water. My heart sank. I looked without blinking and seemed not to breathe. Having quenched her thirst, she stood up, smiled charmingly and fell down next to me, on a soft carpet of pine needles, accidentally dropping her head on my knees.
“Let's not go anywhere, let's stay here,” she said blissfully stretching, trying to get up, “how good it is here!
I don't know why, but I just leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Opening her mouth in surprise, with stunned eyes, she looked at me and did not know what to do - whether to slap me in the face, or ask for more. And I took it and kissed her again. She escaped and, running aside, sat down on a log lying near the water and thought about something. I don't know what happened to me, but I got bolder. I came up behind and put my arms around her shoulders. Natasha tensed like a spring. I felt her short breath, my kiss got her. I didn't know she was still, still a virgin. That thought was the least of my worries. Having received no rebuff, I hugged her more tightly, pressing my palms to her magnificent breasts and, pressing against her head, gently began to finger her hair with my lips. I felt her breathing stopped completely, and under her left palm, a restless heart. The closeness of the tender body quickly aroused me. I felt a pleasant languor take over my body, making it tremble. This went on for some time.
My caresses were not so energetic, but this was more than enough for her. Breathing raggedly, she turned abruptly and pressed herself against her chest. I fell on my back, she was on top of me. Pulling her higher, I put my arms around her waist, and in a moment our lips met. I didn’t really know how to kiss, just like her, because there was no experience. But even as we knew how, we had enough and excess. A bad deed is not tricky, and we perfected our skills before our very eyes. In ten minutes, any couple in the world could envy us. I will not say that I was in heaven with happiness, I wanted more and I carefully tried to get under my jeans.
- Sasha, don't go there. Please,” she said in a trembling voice. Her breathing became faster, it seemed she was suffocating from the languor that had captured her, or maybe just from fear.
I did not become impudent. In a moment Natasha was down on the needles. And also, after a short time, my lips touched the breasts. The taste of the fabric prevented me from fully knowing the taste of the female body, and I, as if by accident, catching my hand, lifted her T-shirt up, exposing her beautiful breasts. It was like a fabulous dream. Half surrendering, suffocating from the languor that captured her, pressing my head tightly to her chest, she whispered something, but what, I could not make out.
After this incident, I became the full owner of the upper half of her magnificent body. In the evening, when everyone was gathering around the fire, he went to the women's quarters, sat down next to Natasha, and without wasting a minute, together we continued the long-begun love game. She simply beamed with pleasure. As soon as I bent down to her full breasts, she, closing her eyes and anticipating pleasure, quickly lifted her T-shirt, exposing her charms and instantly flew off into the world of extraterrestrial pleasures. This went on for several days. It seemed to me that, working in the field, she was looking forward to the evening, when she could retire in a trailer or somewhere away from prying eyes, do what she liked. But she did not allow more, and I did not strongly insist. I was glad for this too.
Once on Friday, our entire team, like the neighbors, gathered in the city for the weekend. Natalya had nowhere to go, her parents lived far from the city, in a remote taiga village, and she did not want to return to the hostel. Anticipating something unusual, I also stayed in the village. At this time, the village guys, not getting what they expected, cooled off towards us and rarely visited our town, in which this time there were only four people left: me, the eldest, Natasha and another girl, well, let it be Tatyana, I don’t remember her name. Younger than Natasha, approximately a difference of about a year. After dinner, we sat silently by the fire, having nothing to do, listening to the elder's stories. Soon he got tired of our company and went to sleep. I don’t know, whether out of boredom, or realizing what was stopping us, Tatyana soon left us, leaving us alone by the fire. We sat in silence, hugging each other. But, suddenly the rain started, drove us into the trailer. Without turning on the light, Tatyana slept without undressing, we lay down on top of the blankets.
In the dim light of street lamps, passing through the curtained window, I admired the beautiful figure of Natasha. Clenching his legs tightly and putting his hands under his head, he looked at me, and a twinkle played in his eyes. Kissing her on the lips, he placed his hand on her firm breasts. Natasha did not have to persuade herself for a long time, she instantly took off her T-shirt and sweater, exposing her beautiful breasts. Then everything was like a well-rehearsed scenario, I caressed her breasts. She lay, slightly out of breath from the enveloping languor. This went on for five minutes. We were alone, apart from the soundly sleeping Tatyana, in bed, together, what a stunned temptation. I completely lost my mind, I was no worse than Natalya. Imperceptibly, my hand went to her waist, then between her thighs and up to her tubercle. She flinched unnaturally when I touched it. A pleasant trembling, like a drum roll, instantly settled into me. Caressing her breasts and, almost out of control, I unzipped my jeans.
“Further, more,” she said in a barely audible voice, “no need, please ...
But I didn't listen to her. The hand, disobedient to its owner, had already penetrated under the elastic band and soft, curly hairs, teasingly, caressed her. Natasha tightened her grip on her hips and, tightly closing her eyes, was saying something to me. But I didn't hear her. She was shaking all over. Leaving alone the chest, I clung to my lips, trying to penetrate deeper between the thighs and I succeeded. She shook harder. She visibly relaxed her hips, giving full freedom to my nimble hand. I myself was amazed at my courage. My fingers sank into the hot, wet hollow and a strong wave of excitement quickly covered me. Jeans for a long time I pulled down to the knees, and only light panties remained on her. Natasha lay, now pressing my head to her with force, now pushing me away for a deep breath. My hand caressed the hairs of the virgin tubercle, then slid along the smooth surface of her buttocks. She herself raised her pelvis, and only moaned softly. Jeans have long flown to the floor.
- Sash! Enough. I'm tired, - she pleaded, - I'm not iron.
- A little more, - I asked myself, choking with excitement, without a voice, - are you feeling well?
- I need to get out, - and she, pulling on her swimming trunks, which were already below her knees and a T-shirt, ran out of the trailer. I was left alone. In the far corner, Tatyana stirred. We completely forgot about her. It seemed to me that she was awake and heard everything. A minute later Natasha returned. She bent over her jeans and tried to put them on.
"Don't," I protested, "don't, please...
But, not listening to me, she quickly put them on and lay down a little away from me. I moved closer.
- Sasha, go to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow. Well, please: please, - her voice was trembling.
I felt offended, nothing happened, and I again reached for my fly. She somehow abruptly removed my hand.
- Well, don't, she asked almost crying, - that's enough for today ... - and turned away to Tatiana, who froze again.
I lay as if spat upon. My friend got out. What for? Because she drives me away. I took it in my hand when Natasha turned on her back. I quickly found her hand, it seemed that she had calmed down. Freeing his friend to freedom, he pulled her hand towards him. She didn't mind it. A second later, like an arrow, a straight palm fell on my penis and instantly grabbed it. I almost finished, leaving him alone with her gentle hand. Natalya quickly removed her hand, and I tried again. This time I didn't let her go. With difficulty restraining myself, I felt a small shiver pounding her.
- Natasha! Let's sin, - I escaped when I turned to her.
Terrified, she jerked her hand away.
- Are you stunned? I don't want you to be the first, - she breathed a little.
- Are you a girl?
- Didn't you notice? I have a boyfriend, in the army... I want to wait for him...
- Come on, - I ran my hand into her panties. She groaned.
- No, I can't... And Tatyana...
Yes, she is sleeping...
- Yeah. Now you might fall asleep...
I covered her lips with my lips so that the moans were not so audible. We were both trembling.
- Well, come on ... Well, at least between the legs ... I can’t anymore, - I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Jeans again flew to the floor and swimming trunks behind them, below the knees. Careful, I lay down on her. A frenzied wave of excitement swept through our bodies. Unable to resist, she just clung tightly to the mattress. My cock penetrated between her smooth legs, slightly pressing the tubercle. She moaned and I almost finished. The fog covered my eyes. I don't know how long we lay like that. But, I came to my senses a little. I thought she was dead. But, the new movement of my cock made her moan loudly.
- Sasha! I can't, she drawled. "You tortured me." She relaxed her hips.
For a moment I was scared. Her arms wrap around me, jerk and the shirt flies to her jeans. True, I had to take off my pants. Taking off my swimming trunks, I began to take off her panties, accidentally, or maybe on purpose, pressed my cheek against her lower leg and began to kiss her. She moaned harder and pulled me towards her. Her mental strength was leaving her. She completely forgot Tatyana, like a mouse lying in a far corner. I was seized by some kind of causeless fear, I did not know what to do next, or maybe I was just afraid. Until that moment, it seemed clear why I was here. And now I'm close, on her, my penis rests right in her charms, but I can't start. The slight movement of her hips gave me courage. In time with her, I began to make inept movements and, feeling the response, lightly pressed between the thighs. Natasha gasped, spread her hips wider and covered herself with a pillow.
At this time, my penis, without much difficulty overcoming the virgin barrier, penetrated into the holy of holies and immediately, an unknown wave of new sensations swept through my body. Some unnatural groan, muffled by a pillow, quickly filled the trailer. In the far corner I heard a fuss and froze for a moment. Of course she didn't sleep. Is it possible to fall asleep when this is happening next to you. I was afraid that Natasha would be frightened by extraneous noise. But, I was wrong. She has long been disconnected from the real world, her soul is somewhere out there, far away and she does not care about reality. She feels good ... The excess of excitement that overwhelmed her body was quickly transferred to me. There was a noise in my head, and after her I flew into the world of extraterrestrial pleasures...
With stunned eyes, I looked at the elder and could not understand what he needed. Why is he here? Why would he be me? I want to sleep. I didn't sleep at all.
- Sasha! Get up. Everyone has been here for a long time. It's time to go to the field, - he urged me.
"My God! It's already morning. And it seems that he just lay down," the events of the previous night surfaced before his eyes. "What time did we leave?" - I only remember that, going into my room, I stumbled over the elder and immediately went to bed. But that was a minute ago. And now it's morning. You need to get up.
On the field all day I looked for a meeting with her, but she avoided me. As soon as I approached her, she quit the work she had started and moved to another place, away from me. "How did I offend her?" I couldn't understand. Everything seemed to be fine, we even parted amicably. She did not want to let me go, but the guys will come in the morning. No, she could not be offended for leaving her at night. There is something different here.
- How did you spend the night alone? - I heard a question from one of the girls when I approached a pile of carrots.
- Fine. Sasha spent the night with us. We were not afraid. But, he behaved meekly, - Tatyana answered, throwing a meaningful look at me with a smile. - Really, Sasha? She slyly winked at me.
I was thrown into a sweat. Here are the things. She heard everything. I was embarrassed, but sat down beside her, hoping to find out what else she knew. But I didn't learn anything new. They quickly changed the subject. But what is there to know, she did not sleep and heard everything.
And in the evening I could not be near Natasha. She didn't leave her friends. I thought she hated me. I was ashamed and hurt, my heart was torn to pieces. In the evening, before going to bed, I went into the girls' room. Natasha was lying on top of the blanket, just like then. But as soon as I sat down on the edge of the bed, she jumped up, huddled into a ball, tucking her pretty legs in her hands and pressed herself against the wall, sitting on the pillow. I realized I have nothing to do here. This went on for most of the week, she avoided me. I missed. And only Tatyana encouraged me, smiling ambiguously, and pushing me towards her. Repeatedly she gave hints, but I did not understand her.
On Friday, everyone again gathered in the city. The elder got ready, and so did I, knowing that Natasha got ready too. I have nothing to do here. Tatyana approached me.
- Where are you going? she smiled mysteriously. - Natalya is not going, - she shook her head negatively.
Blood rushed to his head.
- I'm staying, come, I'll sleep ... - she stretched sweetly, winking, quietly added. - Come...
Soon we were alone. Instead of the elder, Anton was left, a vile type ... The girls did not like him, I don’t know why.
I was sitting by the fire, Natalya opposite, lowering my eyes. She was afraid to look me in the eye. I was kind of embarrassed. Smiling mysteriously, Tatyana ate potatoes. Anton wanted to sit next to her, but she drove him away.
“Let me go to bed,” Tatyana broke the protracted silence. - And you go ... - almost ordered Anton.
Natasha followed her, but I caught her by the hand. Already acquainting a wave of excitement from her fingertips, from her gentle hand, quickly filled the body. Circles swam before my eyes. I was away". A moment and Natasha on my lap. Tenderness is back in my hands. I want to sing. I'm getting drunk. Natasha tries to get up, but I won't let her.
“Guys, here’s what I have,” Tatyana returned with a bottle in her hand. - Cognac. I completely forgot about him. Five grams, - she smiled slyly.
Dark transparent liquid, moved into the glasses.
- And me, - yelled Anton, seeing that he did not get a glass.
- On the! - Tatyana poured a full glass. - Just go, don't interfere.
- Why am I bothering you? - he was offended, and knocked over the cognac in one gulp.
You can't even drink. Who drinks it like that? - village...
I realized that the evening promises to be interesting, where Tatyana is driving. I did not expect this at all. I was even scared, one with two. Not much for the second time. With hope, I looked at Anton. But, he was drunk before his eyes. Tatyana poured him a full glass on purpose. That's the problem. That's where the concern comes from. I got scared. Natasha quietly sat on my lap, buried her face in my shoulder and did not make an attempt to leave me. I heard the frantic rhythm of her heart, a slight tremor in her hands. She "left" us.
- All! He's ready. He's already drunk, - looking at Anton, Tatyana smiled. - Sasha! - turned to me. - Help carry him to bed.
Reluctantly, Natasha left the comfortable seat. She was shaking all over, she could barely stand on her feet. She didn't say a word all evening. Carefully, I seated her on the log. Taking under the arms a pretty tipsy Anton, we escorted him to the trailer.
- Have a good time, - Tatyana said softly, with her chest and lower abdomen, strongly pressed against me, when Anton, dressed, was laid in place. There was desire in her voice. The lower abdomen slid over my body, a friend instantly woke up, buried himself in her groin. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and tilted her head back. Her body was trembling. She pressed her cheek to my cheek and, breathing intermittently, began to rub against it. The alcohol had already taken over my brain, but when her hand penetrated my fly, I pushed her away. After all, Natasha is waiting there. I should be with her. There was no disappointment on Tatyana's face, Excitement completely seized her. Smiling dreamily, she just looked at me, as if to say "you can't go anywhere." What, the guys are not enough, or what? Well, what did she stick to me?
Natasha was sitting in the same place where I sat her down. She stared wide-eyed and didn't seem to be breathing. Before I had time to approach, she stood up, making way for me and immediately sat on my knees, pressing her lips to mine. She was not even embarrassed by the appearance of Tatyana, who sat down on the other side of the fire. It seemed like she just didn't see her. She is not up to her. She's on my lap. She's good...
A new portion of alcohol quickly removed the remnants of tension, stiffness. We've lost control. Having thought of something, Tatyana entered the trailer. I thought that, having failed, she went to Anton, but I was wrong.
- I can't... I'm bored... I want you, - caressing kisses, whispered Natasha. - Now ... Here ... No, let's go to the trailer, - she repeated in a breaking whisper.
- But, there, probably, Tatyana. She's not sleeping yet...
- To hell with Tatyana, To hell with it, - she pulled me into the trailer.
Before we had time to enter, Natasha took off her T-shirt and shorts, and her snow-white panties flew behind them. When she finished, she turned to me. I stood as if paralyzed. Such passion, from a young girl, I could not expect. We didn't even notice Tatyana, lying under a blanket in the far corner. We left the earthly world. Natasha did not let me go for a moment. It seemed she would never get enough. It was such an unstoppable passion. And I didn't know what I was doing. We did not observe any precautionary measures against unwanted pregnancy, nor the elementary rules of personal hygiene. But we are lucky...
I woke up when I felt someone's hand, carefully took my weakened penis. Natasha's hands were on me. Without a doubt, this is Tatiana. Her lips slid over her upper flesh and instantly my cock sank into her mouth. I just howled at the abundance of the new sensation. And she continued to play. I did not immediately notice how she left him alone and, sitting on horseback, spreading her hips wide, let him into her. While Natasha and I were making love, she completely exhausted herself. There was no more strength. Try to sleep peacefully when something like this happens around you...
Soon the harvest season ended, and I returned to my native factory. I didn't get to work in production. There was an opportunity to switch to the full-time department, and I did not miss it. I didn’t meet Natasha again, I didn’t know where she works, where she lives. I did not find her in the hostel. Probably changed her address or settled down to live in an apartment. I often tortured Tatyana, whom I had met for a year, where to find her. Oh, she just laughed.
- You that, me alone is not enough?
Then I met a beautiful girl, with whom I connected my fate. But, dear shorochka, I will never forget. Strangely, I don’t remember Tatiana’s real name, although I met her longer, but I still remember Natasha. Until now, she comes in a dream ...