Aunt Tamara

Andrey had been in the village for two weeks already. He hadn't visited the village for several years—old friends had scattered to different places, and their interests had diverged. Everything promised two boring months—a punishment for the mess he and his classmates had caused after the school dance. Andrey arrived in the village in the worst mood and with the worst expectations.

home, but since then their relationship, on the contrary, had improved.

Tatyana (or Aunt Tanya, as he liked to call her when he took her from behind) began teaching Andrey the secrets of the female body. It seemed the role of teacher excited her more than sex.

After their usual morning sex (the men, including her uncle, were already in the fields by this time), Aunt Tanya would tell Andrey the latest gossip—usually about who was sleeping with whom, who was approachable, who wasn't.

Tamara intrigued Andrey the most. Maybe because she was off-limits, or because of her appearance, but most likely for both reasons.

Tamara, the neighbor to the right, was a ripe blonde with curly locks, always full and always slightly disheveled, as if their owner had just had sex. Medium height, wide hips. The housecoat, in which Andrey constantly imagined her, hid her rounded, soft forms. Large breasts could be guessed beneath it. A round face under the curls, big eyes, full lips. Tamara exuded passion and sex. And she was off-limits because she didn't give herself to anyone except her huge tractor-driver husband. Maybe he kept her on a short leash, or maybe she didn't want to seek pleasure elsewhere. At least, Aunt Tanya didn't know of anything like that.

Tamara became an obsession for Andrey. Every time she came over, or he and his aunt went to her place—his stomach would clench. A casual lean from Tamara, revealing a bit more of her cleavage, a leg emerging from the folds of her robe, sparked wild fantasies in Andrey's heated mind.

At the slightest opportunity, Andrey tried to "accidentally" touch her—clumsily and uncertainly—placing a palm on her hips, offering his shoulder under her chest, once trying to squeeze between her round butt and the back of a chair—rubbing his crotch against her rear, and his stomach lurched.

Each time Andrey told himself he would be bolder next time, but he couldn't understand her reaction. She saw his glances, felt him circling around her even though the place was packed. She would meet his gaze and smile—his wild imagination whispered that she wouldn't mind—while his reason, on the contrary, said she looked at him like a child and that if he tried to hit on her, Tamara would laughingly send him away.

He wanted to go further, but this held him back. Moreover, he had never been alone with her. Either his aunt or someone else was always nearby. Until a convenient opportunity presented itself...

The three of them were drinking tea at his aunt's place when suddenly Aunt Tanya remembered she had some good jam and went down to the cellar. Aunt Tamara was sitting at the table. Andrey stood up, walked up behind her intending to grab her breasts, but at the last moment uncertainly placed his hands on her shoulders and began clumsily massaging.

— Oh, that feels good, Andryusha...

He couldn't find anything to say and swallowed convulsively. But her words gave him confidence. He started massaging harder, his fingers moved to the exposed skin of her neck and suddenly his palms slid down, towards her breasts.

— Oh! Andrey!

A few days passed and Andrey's wild imagination began to take over. He could feel Tamara's breasts in his hands. His vivid imagination painted him a completely different picture, interpreted Tamara's reaction differently. If his aunt hadn't returned so quickly—he would have gone further and wouldn't have met resistance.

One day, two weeks into his stay in the village, Andrey made up his mind.

He left the house and through the shared gate went into the neighbor's yard. His stomach was burning and Andrey already imagined Tamara on the kitchen table. But with each step, his confidence dwindled. Doubts began to plague him. Approaching the door, Andrey at the last moment changed his mind about knocking and went to the kitchen window. Peeking in, Andrey jerked back and hid behind the wall. How could this be? He had seen with his own eyes how Uncle Vanya, Tamara's husband, had left for the fields on the tractor with the other men. He was driving the tractor. Andrey crept to the edge of the window and cautiously looked through. Aunt Tamara was standing by the kitchen cabinet, half-turned to the window. Some man (Andrey already understood it wasn't Uncle Vanya), gripping her hips with his hands, thrust his crotch against her rear. Tamara shook her head, resisted, trying to remove his hands—but weakly. The man raised his hands to her breasts, opened her robe. Large breasts tumbled out of her décolletage and he began kneading them. Tamara's hands fought unsuccessfully against the man's strong hands—his hands roughly kneaded her breasts. Tamara closed her eyes and licked her lips, but a moment later started saying something again and shaking her head. With one hand he gripped her breasts, the other went down and lifted the hem of her robe from behind, grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Tamara's hips swayed from side to side to hinder him, but after a couple of seconds, the panties fell to the floor. The man, with his freed hand, opened his fly, pulled out his penis, thrust it between Tamara's legs, under the raised hem of her robe. Tamara resisted less and less. The man grabbed her hand, led it down and placed her hand on his penis. Tamara lifted her chin, closed her eyes, swallowed. The man entered her.

At that moment, Andrey rushed to the kitchen door and started knocking. First everything went quiet, then there was noise. Tamara opened the door slightly, adjusting her robe.

— Aunt Tamara, it's Andrey.

— I hear you shouting. What happened?

— Uncle Vanya asked me to tell you his tractor broke down, he'll be back soon, he said loudly on purpose, so it could be heard in the house, to find his shed keys.

Andrey hadn't even finished speaking when the back door creaked and closed.

Tamara turned around, then opened the door and let Andrey in.

— Alright, come in. Want some tea?

— Yes, Aunt Tamara, said Andrey, swallowing.

Tamara went into the kitchen, Andrey followed her. She put a cup on the table, her hands trembling slightly, and sat down in front of her cup, gesturing for Andrey to take a chair. Andrey was on the verge of arousal; Tamara was absent—her thoughts were far away.

Andrey walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, she didn't react. The soft material of the robe revealed hardened nipples. Tamara was aroused. Suddenly he felt confident, his palms moved to her bare neck and suddenly slid down, under the robe. His fingers felt hard nipples, his hands squeezed both breasts.

— Andrey! Vanya will come in any minute! What's wrong with you?

— He won't come in, Aunt Tamara!

Her hands grabbed his to remove them, but they didn't go anywhere—he kneaded her breasts harder and harder.

— How? You yourself!… Oh you… You've…

"Ruined something, Aunt Tamara?" thought Andrey

— Did you something?… and she stopped again.

"Saw?" — Andrey didn't answer.

His hands parted the robe and pulled her breasts out. Her large nipples were taut. He cupped them with his hands and began kneading.

— You're so sexy, Aunt Tamara…

Andrey continued kneading the large, rounded breasts, pinched the nipples between his fingers. She responded with a moan. Her hands still held his, but weaker.

— No, that's enough… said Tamara

— What are you doing? What if your aunt finds out…

— You can tell her yourself.

Andrey approached Tamara again and put his hands on her hips. Tamara raised her hands and pushed against Andrey's chest to shove him away, but at that moment, he slipped his hands between the flaps of her robe, exposing her legs and his palms rested on Tamara's bare thighs. She hadn't had time to put her panties back on.

— No, Andrey, you can't do that! How old are you…

With one hand, Tamara grabbed Andrey's right hand, but his other hand slid between her legs and his fingers, feeling under the bush, found the lips of her vagina. She was wet. As Aunt Tanya had taught him, he first pressed all his fingers against the mound, then slid a bit lower and with two fingers began to tease the firmness inside her vagina.

— No, no — Tamara moaned, but her grip weakened

— No, Tamara as if mustering effort, turned away from him.

— No, Andrey, stop… that's enough…

Andrey lifted the hem of her robe, exposing her large rear. He grabbed her hips again and began making thrusting motions, pushing his crotch against her rear.

— Enough, I said!

— No… moaned Tamara

Her hand, still clenched on his penis, pushed him back, yet not releasing his organ. He pushed it forward, into her bare butt. Tamara was just moaning now. From the front, Andrey felt with his fingers the hollow between her legs, found her clitoris and began kneading it. His fingers were wet.

— No. Enough. Stop.

— Aunt Tamara I want you

— No, I said. You're still a child

She freed herself, turned to face him. The open robe barely concealed her flesh. Her chest heaved, nipples swollen. She was aroused. Andrey wasn't thinking of giving up anymore. Tamara turned away and left the kitchen, into the living room. Sat on a low sofa, tucking her legs under herself. Andrey approached her, his erect organ sticking out of his fly.

— Whaaat? What are you doing?

Andrey thrust his penis at her face.

Tamara swallowed.

— Y-you what?… gone crazy?

But he wasn't listening to her anymore. Grabbing her by the hair he tried to shove his penis into her mouth.

— Not norm…

As soon as she opened her mouth, his penis went inside. Andrey, guiding her head with his hand—forward, back. Tamara closed her eyes, not resisting his hand, but suddenly, as if waking up, pulled her face aside.

— What do you think you're all…

And again his penis was in her mouth. Andrey moved her head harder and harder, now with both hands and suddenly felt that she had started sucking on his tip. With one hand he still held her hair, and with the other lifted her chin to see her eyes. Tamara looked at him and sucked his penis. He lowered his free hand and began kneading her breast. Tamara no longer resisted—she obediently sucked his penis. How many times had he imagined this moment. Her head moved forward and back, guided by the firm movements of his hand. Her breasts swayed in time with the movement of her head.

Suddenly she put her palms in front of her and pushed him away.

— That's enough already! What do you think you're doing, Andrey! You can't!

Holding her by the hair, he brought her face closer to his penis, but didn't push her further. Tamara instinctively opened her mouth. Immediately realizing her mistake, she pulled away again and got up from the sofa.

Trembling, she went back to the kitchen, leaned her hands on the table and standing with her back to him, said loudly.

— Enough, go home!

— Leave or I'll scream, she added in a more confident voice, but turning to him.

Andrey took off his pants and approached her from behind. Tamara stood with her back to him and wasn't looking his way.

— What do you even imagine! Go home I said and don't you dare come near me again, but her voice lost confidence again.

Andrey was already beside her, jerked up the hem of her robe, pressed his hand on her neck and laid her on the table.

— Don't you understand? I'm telling you in plain…

But his fingers penetrated between her legs and began caressing her vagina.

— If you think I'll let you…

Andrey crouched down and touched her labia with his tongue.

— No, Andryusha… no…

He licked her more and more actively, Tamara lay obediently on the table. Andrey squeezed her buttocks and pressed his tongue harder into her vagina.

— Stop, I said!

Tamara stood up. She was trembling all over. Andrey, without thinking long, stood up and again pressed on her neck laying her on the table. He was now standing behind her, pressing close to her bare butt. His firm organ rubbed against her butt, between her buttocks, down to her vagina, but he wasn't in a hurry to enter her.

— Don't even think about it!

Holding her neck with one hand so Tamara couldn't get up from the table, with the other he guided his penis towards her vagina.

— No, I said!

Suddenly his organ entered her. Feeling this, Tamara tried to push him away again, but from her movement, the penis, on the contrary, went deeper into her. Andrey was inside her. How much he had fantasized about this.

— WHAT are you doing? Get out! Get out I said

But Andrey was already moving back and forth inside her. Tamara began to moan.

— Aunt Tamara… I want you… does it feel good?

Tamara began to respond to his movements. All her resistance ended. He began moving his pelvis with greater force, firmly thrusting against her rear with each forward movement.

— Yesss… yesss, Andryush… more

Andrey grabbed her by the hair and lifted her from the table. Tamara braced her hands on the tabletop. Andrey cupped her breasts with his hands and the movements of his pelvis became even stronger, he entered her even harder, moving the table she was braced against.

— Yes, Andrey… come on… harder, harder…

Tamara was in his power. He was so aroused that he felt he was about to cum—but he didn't want to yet. He abruptly pulled out of her, came around to the side, grabbed her hair and directed his penis into her mouth. Tamara began greedily sucking him.

A minute later, Andrey approached her from behind again.

— More… enter me… come on, Andryush

He lifted her from the table, turned her to face him. Her hair was disheveled, eyes half-closed. She stood before him in the open robe, large, round breasts, small belly, a bush of hair between her legs. He pushed aside the cups, laid her on her back on the table. Lifted her legs, knelt before her and began licking her pussy, helping with his fingers. Tamara, lowering her legs onto his shoulders, guided his head with her hands. As soon as he