The ass of my dreams

Her ass drove me crazy for many years. She appeared in our village a long time ago. A neighbor brought her with him when he returned from the army. Since then, my life took a turn.

The ass was exceptionally luxurious. You couldn't take your eyes off it. Protruding, wide, round, on full legs. It was unbearable to watch those legs carry it, swaying from side to side, without biting your lip. And, apparently for natural balance, so the ass wouldn't outweigh, the Lord endowed her with powerful, watermelon-shaped tits that jiggled no worse than the ass itself.

And there was so much of all this that it was taller than me. As long as I can remember, I've always fallen for such women's asses

, but none could compare to this one. And she had a pleasant face to go with the ass, with chubby cheeks.

The only thing missing from this luxurious set was a complete lack of brains. Once I started a conversation and immediately realized that one more word and tomorrow the whole village would know about her neighbor's suffering. And mine would be the first to know. That is, everything was there except a head. But with such excesses, who would pay attention to such a trifle.

The village women wore skirts or dresses. This one, ever since she arrived in jeans, only wore them. And on such an ass, tight jeans are more dangerous for a man than TNT.

And another thing, unheard of in the village, she took to warming her ass in the sun. She liked to sunbathe, you see, in her own garden. That's when my life really went downhill. At night I kneaded one ass, and during the day I stared over the fence, where another ass was kneading my soul.

It's unknown how it all might have ended, but the sunbathing beyond the fence stopped. The neighbor got pregnant. And by that time, mine was already with spawn too. They both gave birth in the same month. Both had boys. Mine somehow wilted, but this one didn't even think of lowering her mighty tits. Quite the opposite. She blossomed even more, tormenting my soul.

There was another serious reason preventing me from getting to that ass. We were friends with the neighbor. He was a decent guy. Worked himself to the bone so that ass would want for nothing, and then, like everyone in the village, relaxed with homemade moonshine.

The ass, however, couldn't stand the smell of the local product and brought booze from the city in beautiful bottles with foreign labels, which she consumed in miniature quantities. So miniature that over time she built up a supply. Well, one time, tired out, the neighbor got into that supply.

And in one of the foreign bottles, the booze turned out to be fake. Naturally, his body, which until then had consumed only an ecologically clean product from natural ingredients, couldn't take it. No matter how hard the village paramedic tried over him, while the ambulance from the city was making its way to our backwater, the neighbor kicked the bucket.

For two days our local policeman wrote some papers, and on the third day they carried the neighbor beyond the village boundary and buried him next to his father and grandfather.

That's when I could have gotten to the desired ass, but I couldn't step over myself right away. After all, I went with the neighbor to pick up our boys from the maternity hospital, baptized them together. And while I was gathering my courage, a car appeared in the neighboring yard. It arrived and stayed parked by the porch. A more enterprising ass-sufferer had beaten me to it.

And, he even settled in. Our boys were already going to school. The neighbor's boy started calling him dad. People in the village began greeting him. But, it still didn't work out. One morning I came out onto the porch, and the car beyond the fence was gone.

Well, then, the path to my neighbor's luxurious ass was clear. All that remained was to send my own half somewhere, at least for a while. But I didn't have time. Somehow, another car appeared and stayed parked in the neighboring yard very quickly.

This ass-possessor turned out to be more substantial than the previous one. He exploited the ass to the point of wear and tear. Exploited it so much that the windows fogged up. And all this practically before my eyes. And I also felt sorry for the boy. The little house left by the deceased neighbor was small. Two rooms divided by a curtain. So they kept sending him off on various errands so he wouldn't be in the way.

But soon this car also disappeared. Then there were others. The ass's owner didn't let village men near her. The cars that sometimes appeared in her yard only had city license plates. But they became fewer and fewer. The ass was left ownerless more and more often.

On Saturday morning, I fired up the bathhouse. Not for myself. For my wife. And not just for her. The thing is, back when the neighbor was still alive, and he also had a bathhouse behind his garden, we came up with a rule. To not waste firewood needlessly, we heated the bathhouses in turns. One Saturday mine, the next—his. First our women washed, and then he and I steamed ourselves silly. With beer and dried fish until late darkness.

After they carried the neighbor beyond the boundary, I stopped washing in my own bathhouse. Boring alone. I started cooperating with the village men. But my wife and the neighbor kept the tradition. That's who I was heating it for.

After lunch, I went to the store for bread. Got chatting with the men there. Chipped in for beer. Well, and we agreed on everything. When I was returning home for clean clothes, I ran into my wife head-on. She, running late for the last bus, told me on the run that her sister, who lives in the neighboring village, had fallen ill. Something serious. And that I shouldn't expect her before morning.

At home I figured: where to go? My wife won't be back until morning. There was half a bottle of moonshine left in the stash. And I could steam in my own bathhouse. No point in heating it for nothing. I gathered my clean clothes and strode across the garden. The door to the changing room was wide open, I wanted to enter and froze...

Ass!!! Right in front of me, a huge woman's ass was moving! By the way, it was the first time I'd seen it naked. The neighbor was standing with her back to me, or rather her ass, and, bending over, was sorting through some rags.

I stood like a statue, unable to tear my eyes away from her fleshy, slightly parted pink fold between her legs. Not noticing me, she continued her task, moving her wide hips and jiggling her dangling huge tits.

My stomach clenched from such a sight. I got an instant erection, like I hadn't had in the last 18 years. I threw my clothes right on the floor, in an instant pulled off my shirt and pants. She turned around in surprise, but didn't have time to say anything. I pushed her. To avoid falling, she had to brace her hands against the wall. There was no resistance. On the contrary. She spread her legs wider and arched her back.

I didn't even feel anything. I entered her like falling through. Grabbed her hips and started jerking like a rabbit. She stood, bracing her hands against the wall, with some kind of indifferent apathy, giving her ass over to my complete disposal.

And then I felt such resentment. Resentment for the years of agonizing waiting for what I got so easily now. And I slapped with all my might with my palm on the now completely accessible ass. She screamed at the top of her lungs, jerked to the side, but I held her.

Caught a dangling tit with my hand, pulled her towards me, entering her even deeper and slapped her ass again with my palm. Then again and again... She writhed, jerked, but didn't try to break free anymore, resignedly offering her ass, not stopping screaming at the top of her lungs all the while.

Either I got too overexcited at the beginning, or from anger, I couldn't come for quite a long time. And all this time she obediently accepted the blows raining down on her ass. And, when I started to come, she really started wailing. I came agonizingly. I wasn't even coming, I was pumping her. Pumping and pumping until she started gurgling. After spilling, I fell back and plopped onto the bench.

She straightened up sharply and turned to me, grabbing her ass with both hands.

— You beat me so hard I won't be able to sit now,

she whimpered, swallowing tears.

I sat on the bench, looked at the huge tits with sadly drooping nipples, the sagging belly, at her thick thighs, down which what I had just pumped into her was flowing, and thought that I didn't want her ass at all anymore.

— If you gave it, why did you have to hit,

holding her ass with her hands, she continued to whimper.

How do you explain to this fool that I don't need her ass anymore. But I tried anyway:

— Yeah, I wasn't beating you. I was beating my own stupid life, half of which I wasted because of your ass!