Turgenevka

We once decided to go to a Belarusian village to see how Belarusians live in Siberia. We set off on a beautiful, warm, autumn Saturday morning with a few clouds in the sky, and two hours later we were already briskly driving down the main street of Turgenyevka. And then a downpour started, just a wall of water. The road immediately turned into something else, the wheels gathered about a ton of clay, and the car refused to go any further. We got out of the car, standing in the rain, or rather in the downpour, or rather under buckets of water...

And then a man comes out of the village house standing nearby and says:

— Stop getting soaked, come into the house.

We follow the owner into a good, large peasant

house and meet the family. The owner's name is Ladislav, he runs a farm, a powerful, pleasant man with large calloused hands. His wife Serafima is a teacher at the village school, a plump, beautiful young woman with light brown hair braided into a thick braid that hangs almost down to her waist. Three children are also running around the big house, trying to out-shout the rain with their noise. So we don't catch a cold, the hosts immediately send us to the still-warm bathhouse, which was only heated yesterday. After the bath, they give us national clothes, hanging ours up to dry. I get a kosovorotka shirt with a Belarusian pattern and classic canvas sharovary trousers, belted with a strap; the hostess gives you a soft cotton shirt and a plaid skirt.

While we drink tea and make polite conversation, the rain stops as suddenly as it started, the sun jumps out from behind a cloud and simply starts baking everything around. Ladislav shows us his considerable farm, and then we are sent to explore the village. We walk along the main street, visit the village store, peek into the community center, library, and museum. Everything is neat and cozy everywhere, the village is full of life, residents are promenading along the main street and everyone greets us. From the outskirts of the village, we come to the edge of the forest, walk around the village, and enter our hosts' plot from the forest side. At the edge of the plot stands a huge barn with a hayloft, and we decide to go in and see what's inside. In the barn, we find a second floor, climb up it on a ladder, burrow into the fresh hay, and slowly fall asleep for a while.

Suddenly, some sound wakes us. We wake up, and it turns out someone is in the barn. Slowly we crawl to the edge and see that our hosts are down below. Ladislav and Serafima are kissing passionately, the sun shining through the cracks in the barn illuminates this scene in a special golden sunlight. While Ladislav kneads Serafima's breasts, the wife doesn't waste time and tries to deal with the ties of his trousers. Now the pants are down and lying on the ground, Serafima has also lost her skirt. Ladislav lowers Serafima to her knees with his strong hands, she takes a sip of milk from a nearby jug and sets to work on her husband's member. Ladislav's equipment is more than worthy, it's large, slightly curved, and fully ready for use. Serafima wraps both hands around it and with difficulty fits it into her small, neat mouth. While the wife deals with the arisen difficulty, Ladislav doesn't waste time and unbuttons the collar of Serafima's undershirt, finally reaching her soft, large breasts. Ladislav's hands knead her breasts like dough, and Serafima melts and moans, not stopping her action.

Looking at this scene, we can't remain indifferent. Your hand has long been in my sharovary and everything there is already ready for action. You firmly hold my member in your palm, moving your hand softly and strongly. Both my hands have also dealt with your shirt, and I also get a pair of wonderful breasts to try. I don't miss the chance and press against them. Your nipples are tense, they are excited and sticking out. With every touch of mine to them, you want to moan, but with your other hand you cover your mouth so no one hears us.

Down below, the action enters a new phase. Ladislav has completely undressed his wife, and we see all her beautiful, plump, white body with large soft breasts, a small belly, and magnificent rounded buttocks. But that's not enough, Ladislav raises his beloved's hands above her head and ties them with a rope that is lying right there in the barn. Serafima can't tear herself away from her husband's member and continues to swallow it as much as her breath allows.

Ladislav lifts his wife and leads her to the ladder to the second floor of the barn, throws the rope over a beam, and slightly pulls her up. Serafima arches her whole magnificent body, which in the sun's rays looks like glowing marble. Ladislav wants more, he takes the jug of milk and lets his wife drink. Some of the milk spills and flows down the neck, breasts, stomach, and legs of the young beauty. The husband pounces on the girl, he fiercely kisses her lips, bites her nipples, kneads her breasts, the fingers of one hand are already in her crotch. Serafima arches even more, although it seemed impossible, and quietly moans, trying with all her might to hold back a scream. Ladislav steps back, goes to one of the barn posts, and takes a small whip from a nail. Serafima looks at him with huge blue eyes, Ladislav steadily approaches, holding the whip in his hand. A hail of light blows falls on the young woman. The whip hits her breasts, stomach, shoulders, thighs. The blows are not strong, but loud. Serafima seems to lean into each blow, trying to get the maximum sensation from what's happening. The man puts the whip away, gets on his knees, and presses against his wife's crotch. Serafima lets out a deep, throaty moan.

— Fima, come on, stop, or you'll alarm all the neighbors.

Ladislav takes the whip and makes the woman take it in her mouth, hoping to muffle the moans of his victim this way, gets on his knees again, lifts one of his wife's legs, and fully opens her womb. The farmer is as skilled with his tongue as he is with the whip. Fima writhes, and only the rope keeps her from collapsing to the floor. After a short time, Fima releases the whip and whispers:

— Ladik, I can't take it anymore...

The man stands up, takes his wife's other leg, spreads them, and drives his huge member into the woman's vagina, simultaneously muffling his victim's moans with his kisses.

We simply have no strength left to watch this. You are lying on your stomach, your skirt is pulled up to your waist, and I take you from behind, covering your mouth with one hand and kneading your breast with the other. You bite my fingers, but moan for me not to stop...

At this time, down below, Ladislav releases Serafima. She lies on the ladder without strength, the man drinks milk. He needs to refresh himself. He unties the rope, Serafima tries to slide to the floor, but it turns out it's still not over. Ladislav turns the woman around and lays her on the ladder, her hands are fixed above her head again. Her breasts hang over one step, Fima's butt sticks out very interestingly and attracts the man's attention. He takes the whip in his hands again and starts working over his partner's back, the hemispheres of her butt, her shoulders. Serafima writhes, her white skin reddens. The farmer again makes his wife take the whip in her teeth, but this time he fixes it with a strap, apparently he doesn't trust his beloved. The man gets on his knees and starts working his tongue between Fima's hemispheres, not forgetting to explore his wife's other holes with his huge hands. And the moment comes when even the whip in her teeth can't hold the woman back, she growls and shakes her head. Ladislav stands up, takes his huge member in his hand, and starts inserting it into his partner's ass. Fima freezes, she has difficulty accepting such equipment into her narrow little hole, but she can't refuse. She has no such option!

And now the member is completely in Fima's ass, the partners freeze for some time. Fima gets used to the sensations, and now Ladislav starts moving, first slowly, to get a response from his partner, then faster and faster. Fima moans and shakes her head, but Ladislav can't be stopped anymore. He wraps his wife's braid around his fist and throws her head back, his other hand kneads the soft breast, leaving red marks on the white skin from his hard fingers. The woman screams even with her mouth stuffed, the husband growls and drives his member deeper and deeper. Fima is shaken by an orgasm, Ladislav sinks both hands into his partner's breasts and he is also shaken by an orgasm...

Five minutes later, Ladislav carries his beloved Fimochka out of the barn in his arms, the door closes...

And now it's our time. I hang you over a small haystack and an orgy begins on the second floor. With one hand I hold you by the breast, with the other I fix your hands behind your back and fuck you from behind with all my might. You try to break free, moan, twist under me, but I don't let you go.

— I want to see you! – you moan

Excellent, I immediately turn you onto your back, spread your legs, and drive my tense member into your slit. You press your hands against my chest, trying to control the process, but we can't manage it that way. Then we lay me on my back, and you sit on top. I enter completely, you lean back, and I can get access to your breasts. Which I immediately take advantage of. My hands under your shirt knead and grope your breasts, you bite your lips and moan at full volume. Now we can do that! We move faster and faster. Suddenly you stop, get off me, and run downstairs with the words:

— I'll be right back, don't go anywhere.

Interesting, where could I go. A minute later you appear on the second floor and in your hand is that same whip. You give it to me, take off your shirt, and mount me again, only now with your back to me. I don't need everything explained twice. I take you by the hips to set the right rhythm, and when you get into it, I start working on your back and butt with this item. The whip is very soft, it pleasantly envelops your body, making you get new sensations. My left hand firmly holds you by the breast, my right hand works the whip non-stop. You speed up the rhythm. I've already thrown the whip and am trying to hold you. You in the heat feel nothing. I have to grab you by the hair with one hand and by the neck with the other, so you don't slip off my hook and scare the whole village with your scream.

You fall onto my chest with a moan, but I'm not finished yet! I lay you on your stomach on the haystack again, your hair is in my left hand again, the whip is in my right. The whip works with the same intensity as my member. You squeal a little, but you can't stop me with that anymore. I increase the amplitude of movements, powerfully ram your hole with my phallus, lash your back and butt with the whip, leaving red marks. You bite your hand and moan, I growl and am shaken by an orgasm...

***

We return from the barn cheerful and satisfied, picking hay remnants from each other's hair. In the house, the hosts seat us at the table. We have lunch and tell them about our walk, what we saw, what we liked in the village. The hosts ask about life in the city. And after lunch, they invite us to the village club in the evening to watch a movie. Ladislav is in charge of the projectors there and asks us to keep an eye on them while he and his wife and children want to watch a new family film together. Of course, we can't refuse our hosts such a request.

Towards evening, our whole friendly company, including the children, heads to the club. Other village residents also gather at the club, we already recognize some and greet them, we are also recognized as our own and greeted as well. The hall slowly fills with people, but it fills about halfway.

Ladislav takes us to a small room behind the hall where the projectors are installed. We look at everything with him, try to start one of the projectors, and as a result send our host to the hall to his family. The viewers take their seats, the lights are turned off in the hall, I turn on the first projector and the movie begins. Now we have time to look around.

A small, clean room where a couple of projectors are installed, looking into the hall, and a small viewing window; the room is semi-dark, the only light comes from the working machines. Besides the table with projectors, there are also a couple of shelves with boxes and another table with accounting documentation and a chair. We look through the viewing window at the process. I go to check our projectors, you watch the hall. Suddenly you quietly call me over. We carefully peek out and see that a young couple in the back row is not engrossed in the film but more engrossed in each other. A young guy and girl are kissing, trying very hard not to attract anyone's attention. And so far they are succeeding. The guy's hands can't stop and unsuccessfully try to get into his partner's blouse, but the girl is holding the defense for now.

The couple whispers for a short while and gets up from their seats. They go out into the aisle and enter the door to the service room, through which we got into our little room. We carefully sneak up to the door and peek through the crack in our little room's door. Our heroes continue kissing in the semi-dark corridor. The guy tirelessly kneads and squeezes his partner's not-small breasts, and she weakly fights him off. Finally, the guy manages the buttons and pulls his partner's shirt off her shoulders... The girl's breasts are now completely in the power of the young lad. He gently takes them from below, lifts and squeezes the girl's breasts, begins to caress the excited nipples with his tongue, the girl quietly moans. But the guy wants more. He presses on the girl's shoulders and lowers her to her knees. She immediately understands what is required of her and unties the strap holding the lad's pants. An erect member immediately appears, clearly showing the young man's intentions. The girl takes a deep breath, lifts her breasts from below with one hand, places the guy's member between her breasts with the other, and starting to move up and down, watches with interest as the foreign organ moves between her hemispheres. The guy also watches these movements without looking away and gets more and more turned on. The girl releases her breasts and they fall on either side of the member. The guy is not satisfied with this. He takes the girl by the chin with one hand and lifts her face to his. He whispers something with his lips, but we don't hear. But the girl understands her partner perfectly. She lifts her breasts from below again, takes the member with her other hand, and starts stroking it, slightly exposing and covering the glans with the foreskin again. The young people look into each other's eyes, the process of working the fist doesn't stop, the lad leans his hand against the wall, the girl speeds up the movements.

— On the chest, I want it on the chest! – the guy arches, the girl speeds up the movements of her hand even more. A jet bursts from the glans of the member, lashing onto the girl's chest. The hand freezes, the guy goes limp. She gets up from her knees, lifts her breasts with both hands, and starts licking off her partner's sperm, looking him straight in the eyes. We see how right before our eyes the young man's member swells again and takes a battle-ready position. He sinks into the girl's lips, and they kiss passionately.

— Not here, just not here. Come with me – the girl pulls her little shirt onto her shoulders and moves towards the club exit, she doesn't turn around, she knows the young man is running after her, pulling up and trying to tie his pants strap on the go. The entrance door slams into the warm autumn evening, cutting us off from the love-struck couple.

— Holy shit, what was that? – We firmly close the door to the little room and look at each other. This turns us on. No, not like that, it just terribly turned us on. We start kissing and slowly move towards the table. I sit you on the table, unbutton your shirt, and get to your breasts. With my lips I caress one nipple, and with my fingers – twist the other. Then I change the disposition, the shirt slides off your shoulders, I kiss your shoulders, neck. My hands greedily knead your peaches, trying to completely capture the hemispheres, my hands lift your breasts. I capture your right nipple with my lips, lightly biting it, you caress your left nipple with your tongue. I get very excited, my hands are on your neck, I kiss you, my tongue fights in your mouth with yours. They intertwine in some crazy dance.

You unsuccessfully try to take my shirt off. I go lower, start lifting your skirt, gradually exposing your long legs. And I don