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I met her when I was working in Grozny on a programming contract. This was well before the war there. I was walking down the street one summers Saturday, and made eye contact with her. Neither of us could break the eye contact, even as she passed me. Our heads turned, she took two more steps, and promptly fell over with all the grace of a baby giraffe in high heels.
I ran over to offer assistance. She wasn't badly hurt. She was wearing a bright yellow sundress. As I examined her, I was able to see her in full, where before I saw nothing but her eyes. I took in her beauty in its entirety - 5'9", long coltish legs topped by an incredible ass, a tight little body with perky little tits, blue eyes like a Japanese cartoon character, and the face of a mischievous angel.
She must have been no more than twenty years old. I was thirty-five. I helped her up, and we looked at each other with curiosity and shock. 'Who was this person I could not look away from?' we were both thinking. I asked if we had met before, and she giggled, saying “No, I'm just having one of those days”. I suggested we get some tea, and to my surprise this stunning Russian beauty agreed.
Over tea we talked for what seemed like hours. For such a young lady, she was absolutely charming. I fell in love with her immediately. She was nineteen.
We met once a week all that summer - at first for tea, then movies and dinners, and as summer came to a close, we started going for picnics and horse rides. She loved horses.
I had come to love this young woman. The twinkling in her eyes when she laughed will never leave me. Whenever I looked into her eyes, I felt my heart begin to soar. It was like being bathed in naughty serenity. Whenever I looked at her - or leered at her - she seemed amused and happy. She desired my gaze, and whenever I stopped looking, she would do something to attract my eyes again, be it a swish of her skirt, adjusting her bra, or tossing her long wavy auburn hair around.
One Saturday in autumn we were out riding, and were caught in a rainstorm. Soaking wet, we took shelter in an abandoned wooden shack we found nearby. She was shivering wet, and I wrapped myself around her to warm her up. She wrapped herself around me, and looked up at me, a question in her eyes. The answer was clear - I kissed her and she kissed me back. We must have kissed for thirty minutes before coming up for breath, and then we looked at each other in shock. Again, she looked at me questioningly, and I answered by looking deep into her eyes, cupping one breast and kissing her again. She kissed me back as I lay her down and laid beside her. I peeled her wet clothes off, but she wouldn't allow me to remove her panties.
We kissed and I caressed her whole body. When I reached into her underpants she pushed my hand away, so I focussed on kissing her breasts, causing shockwaves to travel through her body. She was very sensitive, and had an orgasm from my kissing her breasts.
This became our regular Saturday excursion. I would pick her up at her house after lunch, drive her to the horses, and we would ride to the shack. Each time I picked up Galina, Mama would come out and look me over with a knowing smile, offering a basket of food she had cooked for our picnic - cherry compote, some pie, nectarines, sausage and such. She also offered a small bottle of booze - some kind of local arak (arabic for distillate or alcohol ) , with a slightly medicinal taste.
Mama was hot, with magnificent breasts, meticulously arranged as if about to burst out of her clothes. A shapely body, and always a knowing, amused expression on her face. One day, while Galina was packing the car, Mama poured me a drink and whispered in my ear "Who do you want more, me or my daughter?"
Gentleman that I am, I said, "Why not both?" She laughed and walked off, swaying her hips and swishing her skirt in a way that spoke of pure sex, speaking directly to the ancient layers of a man's brain - his monkey brain, his reptile brain, his fish brain. I had seen that swish once before, in New York; a cute Hungarian gypsy working a bar in the East Village, fishing for clients to bring to her older sister, a gorgeous raven-haired fortune teller who sat in the window up the road. 'What the fuck am I getting myself into?' I wondered.
Through September, I equipped our love shack with some amenities. I got the fireplace working, and repaired the broken windows. I also replaced the mattress.
Galina would race me to the shack. I always let her win. I would get to the shack to see her horse, tied up and sweating. Inside, I would find her on the bed in her underpants looking at me expectantly. The sight of this young woman sitting on the bed, knees drawn up ready for playtime, will never leave me.
These Saturdays with Galina were spent kissing and touching, She would straddle me and rub herself to orgasm against my cock, through our underpants - as if she was riding a horse at the gallop. Then she would give me a blowjob to finish me off.
I will never forget the first time she gave me a blowjob. She looked my penis over, holding it with both her hands. I was leaking a lot. After a while, she seemed to make a decision and reached out her tongue to have a taste. It seemed she liked the taste, because she then took the tip in her mouth and started to suck and lick. I helped her to find a rhythm, and soon enough I exploded in her mouth. Her eyes shot open in surprise, and she pulled back. There was more and it went everywhere - covering her face, hair, and neck.
She sat back on her ass, saying, "Nuda!" [Oh yes!] as she licked my juice from her lips and collected more with her fingers. It was such an erotic sight, I immediately got hard again. She saw and smiled, and finished collecting all my juice into her mouth - keeping eye contact with me the whole time. Then, she sucked me again. She wanted more and she got it. As the year wore on, she became better and better at bringing me to orgasm, sometimes drawing three, four or even five orgasms from me in an afternoon. I don't know how I was able to do it, but now, many years later, I suspect that the arak her Mama gave us contained some kind of local ethnic sex medicine.
As Autumn progressed and the first snows appeared, we began to stay in our shack overnight. Mama provided us with warm furs and dinner, always with a wry smile and a glint in her eye that made me hard.
One snowy night, I leaned over and blew a raspberry on Galina’s stomach. She wriggled away giggling, and there was fire in her eyes. I kissed lower down her stomach, and her eyes grew wider as I pulled her panties aside to find a beautifully shaved pussy. She had never allowed me to do this before. I could smell her excitement and I became hard as a rock. I kissed her thighs and around her pussy as she wriggled to escape. I moved between her thighs and kissed her pussy while holding her ass cheeks. She kept wriggling to escape, and I looked up to see a burning desire on her face.
Seeing her desire, and being given only token resistance, I kissed her on her clitoris and she stopped wriggling, instead opening her legs and pressing her pussy up into my face. I stroked her clitoris slowly, savouring the taste of her wetness, and slid a finger inside her to find her g-spot. She took my hair in her hands, and pressed me into her pussy, urging me on. I took my time; we had all night. I focused on just touching her clit with the tip my tongue, tap tap tap. A long slow teasing dance.
Soon, the urgency in her movements told me she was nearly ready, so I increased my rhythm and slipped a finger into her anus. Her whole body came off the bed as she exploded on my face, her hands pulling my face into her and her hips grinding in small circles. As she lay back, I caressed her body through the aftershocks of orgasm, which seemed to continue forever. My face was covered with her wetness, and I moved to kiss her. At first she gave me a small kiss, unsure of the taste, but soon she was kissing me in earnest, licking her juices off my face. I thought to myself, 'Wow, she really likes the taste of pussy!' Little did I know how true that would be... but that's another story.
We lay back, laughing at the heat we had created, nestled in warm furs while the fireplace crackled. We drank Mama’s arak, and I put slices of nectarine into her mouth from between my lips, stealing a kiss each time and tweaking her nipple or tickling her, to much giggling. She would do the same, but tweaking the tip of my cock. Thanks to Mama’s arak, I was still hard as a rock and leaking profusely. After tweaking my cock, she would lick her fingers. In response I would dip my fingers into her and then lick them. Soon, thoughts of food fled from our minds, and we just took turns tasting each other and kissing. Our fire had returned, and we were both panting with desire.
Unable to resist, she leaned forward to take me into her mouth, and I lay back to savour her talents. She surprised me when she straddled my face and pressed her pussy down onto my mouth. Such a bold girl. We entered into our first '69', and soon found an incredible rhythm. She would grind against my face several times while I licked her clit, then I would thrust into her mouth quickly several times. We were both on the edge of orgasm, and trying to hold back by stopping and focusing on the other. I was the first to break, and began to cum in her mouth. She responded with fast and hard grinding on my face and brought herself to orgasm. During the shocks of her orgasm, I slipped out of her mouth and she directed the stream of cum over her face; she would do this every time.
I have no idea how I managed to cum so much, so hard, and so often. Mama’s tonic was surely a miracle of ethnobotany. Galina’s hunger for cum was completely satisfied in that shack. She used to look so sad when I couldn't produce any more. It was as if she was addicted to my cum. Another miracle of Mama’s ethnobotany, I bet.
In November, the snows came in earnest, and the shack was getting bitterly cold. We would hold each other all night for warmth, and our heat was the only thing that allowed us to survive.
At the end of November, Mama invited me for dinner. Mama’s boyfriend was there, Oleg, an ethnic Russian, the manager of a local tractor factory. A fine Russian dinner, with some weird layered cake of vegetables and fish. The arak tonic was served to the men, while the ladies drank a sweet syrupy wine. I will never forget the look on their faces as they tasted their wine - I had seen this look on Galina before, as she licked my cum off her fingers.
After dinner, Mama retreated into the kitchen with Oleg, leaving Galina and I alone. Galina looked at me hungrily with her huge blue eyes, a look that made me hard. I heard a crash in the kitchen, and went to offer my help. I walked in, only to see Mama on her knees, one hand in her pussy and Oleg standing in front of her with his cock out. Mama looked me in the eyes and smiled at me as she swallowed, a look of bliss crossing her face. This was too weird for me, so I beat a hasty retreat back into the dining room, and Galina then led me to her bedroom and closed the door.
We lay down on her bed, so soft and warm. I took off her clothes, and she stripped me - even my underwear. She pushed her panties down. For the first time, we were completely naked with each other. We kissed and my cock pressed against her, its leakage lubricating her belly. I reached down to find her dripping wet.
In the room next door, we could hear Mama and Oleg moving around. Soon the footsteps stopped and there was quiet. Galina and I lay quietly for a while, listening to what was happening. We heard Mama cry out, a long slow, "Ahhhh!"
Galina grabbed my cock at this and began rubbing her clit with the tip. Then Mama was crying out rhythmically, "Da Da Da!" and we could hear the bed slamming against the wall. Oleg was giving it to her good.
Galina lay back, and pulled me on top of her, still rubbing her clit with my cock. I looked into her eyes and she nodded and smiled up at me. I leaned forward and received a hot kiss as she positioned me at the entrance to her pussy. I looked deeply into her eyes, and slid in a little way. I was surprised to find no hymen - maybe all the horse riding had opened her up. Galina looked into my eyes and said, “More!” so I slid in further. She let out a long, slow, "Ahhhh." In the room next door, Mama was going crazy, screaming and crying out.
Galina seemed to be aroused by Mama’s activities, and tightened up her muscles to grab me and pull me into her more. As I slid in further, she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me all the way into her. She said, “Nuda!” [Oh yes!] as I hit bottom, and I pulled out slowly until the tip was at the entrance again. Her eyes had an angry, hungry, demanding look that said, 'I will fucking kill you if you don't keep going', so I slid in again, slowly teasing her. Her heels tried to pull me in faster, but I resisted. I hit bottom again and she said, “Oh, Dima!” and we kissed. Her muscles were pulling at me inside her, and she was churning her hips instinctively trying to make me cum. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, and began to pump into her long and deep. She couldn't move so freely, and a look of surrender came over her face as she relaxed and opened herself up to me. I began to give her power strokes, the bed banging against the wall. Galina was crying out, “Dima!” each time I hit bottom.
In the next room, I could hear Oleg start giving it to Mama again. We synchronised, our beds hitting the wall at the same time. Mama was crying out “Da!” as Galina cried out “Dima!” The cries were getting louder and faster as we came closer to the crescendo, and then we all came together in a symphony of cries and grunts.
Four more times that night would the symphony play out, mother and daughter loudly orgasming together. It seemed like they were competing, crying out louder and louder to prove that they were each having more pleasure than the other. It certainly spurred Oleg and I on in a friendly competition.
It was the weirdest and most exciting night of my life. Galina’s bed was soaked with our juices - the whole bed was one giant wet patch. As the sun rose, I looked down on a woman as satisfied as any woman I have ever seen. Her face was pure bliss and serenity. I thought to myself, 'Being a woman's first is a heavy responsibility, but I think I did good.' I fell asleep, smiling to myself happily.
From the Author:
I wrote this for my new lover Galina - re-imagining our story as having met when she was still a teenage virgin. There are more stories to come; a blending of my sexual adventures, fantasies, and whatever I think will turn Galina on. This story is the first I have published, and any feedback is most welcome.
I ran over to offer assistance. She wasn't badly hurt. She was wearing a bright yellow sundress. As I examined her, I was able to see her in full, where before I saw nothing but her eyes. I took in her beauty in its entirety - 5'9", long coltish legs topped by an incredible ass, a tight little body with perky little tits, blue eyes like a Japanese cartoon character, and the face of a mischievous angel.
She must have been no more than twenty years old. I was thirty-five. I helped her up, and we looked at each other with curiosity and shock. 'Who was this person I could not look away from?' we were both thinking. I asked if we had met before, and she giggled, saying “No, I'm just having one of those days”. I suggested we get some tea, and to my surprise this stunning Russian beauty agreed.
Over tea we talked for what seemed like hours. For such a young lady, she was absolutely charming. I fell in love with her immediately. She was nineteen.
We met once a week all that summer - at first for tea, then movies and dinners, and as summer came to a close, we started going for picnics and horse rides. She loved horses.
I had come to love this young woman. The twinkling in her eyes when she laughed will never leave me. Whenever I looked into her eyes, I felt my heart begin to soar. It was like being bathed in naughty serenity. Whenever I looked at her - or leered at her - she seemed amused and happy. She desired my gaze, and whenever I stopped looking, she would do something to attract my eyes again, be it a swish of her skirt, adjusting her bra, or tossing her long wavy auburn hair around.
One Saturday in autumn we were out riding, and were caught in a rainstorm. Soaking wet, we took shelter in an abandoned wooden shack we found nearby. She was shivering wet, and I wrapped myself around her to warm her up. She wrapped herself around me, and looked up at me, a question in her eyes. The answer was clear - I kissed her and she kissed me back. We must have kissed for thirty minutes before coming up for breath, and then we looked at each other in shock. Again, she looked at me questioningly, and I answered by looking deep into her eyes, cupping one breast and kissing her again. She kissed me back as I lay her down and laid beside her. I peeled her wet clothes off, but she wouldn't allow me to remove her panties.
We kissed and I caressed her whole body. When I reached into her underpants she pushed my hand away, so I focussed on kissing her breasts, causing shockwaves to travel through her body. She was very sensitive, and had an orgasm from my kissing her breasts.
This became our regular Saturday excursion. I would pick her up at her house after lunch, drive her to the horses, and we would ride to the shack. Each time I picked up Galina, Mama would come out and look me over with a knowing smile, offering a basket of food she had cooked for our picnic - cherry compote, some pie, nectarines, sausage and such. She also offered a small bottle of booze - some kind of local arak (arabic for distillate or alcohol ) , with a slightly medicinal taste.
Mama was hot, with magnificent breasts, meticulously arranged as if about to burst out of her clothes. A shapely body, and always a knowing, amused expression on her face. One day, while Galina was packing the car, Mama poured me a drink and whispered in my ear "Who do you want more, me or my daughter?"
Gentleman that I am, I said, "Why not both?" She laughed and walked off, swaying her hips and swishing her skirt in a way that spoke of pure sex, speaking directly to the ancient layers of a man's brain - his monkey brain, his reptile brain, his fish brain. I had seen that swish once before, in New York; a cute Hungarian gypsy working a bar in the East Village, fishing for clients to bring to her older sister, a gorgeous raven-haired fortune teller who sat in the window up the road. 'What the fuck am I getting myself into?' I wondered.
Through September, I equipped our love shack with some amenities. I got the fireplace working, and repaired the broken windows. I also replaced the mattress.
Galina would race me to the shack. I always let her win. I would get to the shack to see her horse, tied up and sweating. Inside, I would find her on the bed in her underpants looking at me expectantly. The sight of this young woman sitting on the bed, knees drawn up ready for playtime, will never leave me.
These Saturdays with Galina were spent kissing and touching, She would straddle me and rub herself to orgasm against my cock, through our underpants - as if she was riding a horse at the gallop. Then she would give me a blowjob to finish me off.
I will never forget the first time she gave me a blowjob. She looked my penis over, holding it with both her hands. I was leaking a lot. After a while, she seemed to make a decision and reached out her tongue to have a taste. It seemed she liked the taste, because she then took the tip in her mouth and started to suck and lick. I helped her to find a rhythm, and soon enough I exploded in her mouth. Her eyes shot open in surprise, and she pulled back. There was more and it went everywhere - covering her face, hair, and neck.
She sat back on her ass, saying, "Nuda!" [Oh yes!] as she licked my juice from her lips and collected more with her fingers. It was such an erotic sight, I immediately got hard again. She saw and smiled, and finished collecting all my juice into her mouth - keeping eye contact with me the whole time. Then, she sucked me again. She wanted more and she got it. As the year wore on, she became better and better at bringing me to orgasm, sometimes drawing three, four or even five orgasms from me in an afternoon. I don't know how I was able to do it, but now, many years later, I suspect that the arak her Mama gave us contained some kind of local ethnic sex medicine.
As Autumn progressed and the first snows appeared, we began to stay in our shack overnight. Mama provided us with warm furs and dinner, always with a wry smile and a glint in her eye that made me hard.
One snowy night, I leaned over and blew a raspberry on Galina’s stomach. She wriggled away giggling, and there was fire in her eyes. I kissed lower down her stomach, and her eyes grew wider as I pulled her panties aside to find a beautifully shaved pussy. She had never allowed me to do this before. I could smell her excitement and I became hard as a rock. I kissed her thighs and around her pussy as she wriggled to escape. I moved between her thighs and kissed her pussy while holding her ass cheeks. She kept wriggling to escape, and I looked up to see a burning desire on her face.
Seeing her desire, and being given only token resistance, I kissed her on her clitoris and she stopped wriggling, instead opening her legs and pressing her pussy up into my face. I stroked her clitoris slowly, savouring the taste of her wetness, and slid a finger inside her to find her g-spot. She took my hair in her hands, and pressed me into her pussy, urging me on. I took my time; we had all night. I focused on just touching her clit with the tip my tongue, tap tap tap. A long slow teasing dance.
Soon, the urgency in her movements told me she was nearly ready, so I increased my rhythm and slipped a finger into her anus. Her whole body came off the bed as she exploded on my face, her hands pulling my face into her and her hips grinding in small circles. As she lay back, I caressed her body through the aftershocks of orgasm, which seemed to continue forever. My face was covered with her wetness, and I moved to kiss her. At first she gave me a small kiss, unsure of the taste, but soon she was kissing me in earnest, licking her juices off my face. I thought to myself, 'Wow, she really likes the taste of pussy!' Little did I know how true that would be... but that's another story.
We lay back, laughing at the heat we had created, nestled in warm furs while the fireplace crackled. We drank Mama’s arak, and I put slices of nectarine into her mouth from between my lips, stealing a kiss each time and tweaking her nipple or tickling her, to much giggling. She would do the same, but tweaking the tip of my cock. Thanks to Mama’s arak, I was still hard as a rock and leaking profusely. After tweaking my cock, she would lick her fingers. In response I would dip my fingers into her and then lick them. Soon, thoughts of food fled from our minds, and we just took turns tasting each other and kissing. Our fire had returned, and we were both panting with desire.
Unable to resist, she leaned forward to take me into her mouth, and I lay back to savour her talents. She surprised me when she straddled my face and pressed her pussy down onto my mouth. Such a bold girl. We entered into our first '69', and soon found an incredible rhythm. She would grind against my face several times while I licked her clit, then I would thrust into her mouth quickly several times. We were both on the edge of orgasm, and trying to hold back by stopping and focusing on the other. I was the first to break, and began to cum in her mouth. She responded with fast and hard grinding on my face and brought herself to orgasm. During the shocks of her orgasm, I slipped out of her mouth and she directed the stream of cum over her face; she would do this every time.
I have no idea how I managed to cum so much, so hard, and so often. Mama’s tonic was surely a miracle of ethnobotany. Galina’s hunger for cum was completely satisfied in that shack. She used to look so sad when I couldn't produce any more. It was as if she was addicted to my cum. Another miracle of Mama’s ethnobotany, I bet.
In November, the snows came in earnest, and the shack was getting bitterly cold. We would hold each other all night for warmth, and our heat was the only thing that allowed us to survive.
At the end of November, Mama invited me for dinner. Mama’s boyfriend was there, Oleg, an ethnic Russian, the manager of a local tractor factory. A fine Russian dinner, with some weird layered cake of vegetables and fish. The arak tonic was served to the men, while the ladies drank a sweet syrupy wine. I will never forget the look on their faces as they tasted their wine - I had seen this look on Galina before, as she licked my cum off her fingers.
After dinner, Mama retreated into the kitchen with Oleg, leaving Galina and I alone. Galina looked at me hungrily with her huge blue eyes, a look that made me hard. I heard a crash in the kitchen, and went to offer my help. I walked in, only to see Mama on her knees, one hand in her pussy and Oleg standing in front of her with his cock out. Mama looked me in the eyes and smiled at me as she swallowed, a look of bliss crossing her face. This was too weird for me, so I beat a hasty retreat back into the dining room, and Galina then led me to her bedroom and closed the door.
We lay down on her bed, so soft and warm. I took off her clothes, and she stripped me - even my underwear. She pushed her panties down. For the first time, we were completely naked with each other. We kissed and my cock pressed against her, its leakage lubricating her belly. I reached down to find her dripping wet.
In the room next door, we could hear Mama and Oleg moving around. Soon the footsteps stopped and there was quiet. Galina and I lay quietly for a while, listening to what was happening. We heard Mama cry out, a long slow, "Ahhhh!"
Galina grabbed my cock at this and began rubbing her clit with the tip. Then Mama was crying out rhythmically, "Da Da Da!" and we could hear the bed slamming against the wall. Oleg was giving it to her good.
Galina lay back, and pulled me on top of her, still rubbing her clit with my cock. I looked into her eyes and she nodded and smiled up at me. I leaned forward and received a hot kiss as she positioned me at the entrance to her pussy. I looked deeply into her eyes, and slid in a little way. I was surprised to find no hymen - maybe all the horse riding had opened her up. Galina looked into my eyes and said, “More!” so I slid in further. She let out a long, slow, "Ahhhh." In the room next door, Mama was going crazy, screaming and crying out.
Galina seemed to be aroused by Mama’s activities, and tightened up her muscles to grab me and pull me into her more. As I slid in further, she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me all the way into her. She said, “Nuda!” [Oh yes!] as I hit bottom, and I pulled out slowly until the tip was at the entrance again. Her eyes had an angry, hungry, demanding look that said, 'I will fucking kill you if you don't keep going', so I slid in again, slowly teasing her. Her heels tried to pull me in faster, but I resisted. I hit bottom again and she said, “Oh, Dima!” and we kissed. Her muscles were pulling at me inside her, and she was churning her hips instinctively trying to make me cum. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, and began to pump into her long and deep. She couldn't move so freely, and a look of surrender came over her face as she relaxed and opened herself up to me. I began to give her power strokes, the bed banging against the wall. Galina was crying out, “Dima!” each time I hit bottom.
In the next room, I could hear Oleg start giving it to Mama again. We synchronised, our beds hitting the wall at the same time. Mama was crying out “Da!” as Galina cried out “Dima!” The cries were getting louder and faster as we came closer to the crescendo, and then we all came together in a symphony of cries and grunts.
Four more times that night would the symphony play out, mother and daughter loudly orgasming together. It seemed like they were competing, crying out louder and louder to prove that they were each having more pleasure than the other. It certainly spurred Oleg and I on in a friendly competition.
It was the weirdest and most exciting night of my life. Galina’s bed was soaked with our juices - the whole bed was one giant wet patch. As the sun rose, I looked down on a woman as satisfied as any woman I have ever seen. Her face was pure bliss and serenity. I thought to myself, 'Being a woman's first is a heavy responsibility, but I think I did good.' I fell asleep, smiling to myself happily.
From the Author:
I wrote this for my new lover Galina - re-imagining our story as having met when she was still a teenage virgin. There are more stories to come; a blending of my sexual adventures, fantasies, and whatever I think will turn Galina on. This story is the first I have published, and any feedback is most welcome.
Marisol
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