Outside the military town there was a zone of alienation, nothing was planted and built there, apparently for reasons of secrecy, then, after about 300 meters, melon plantings began - quite extensive fields. To protect from the weather, along the perimeter of the fields were planted forest belts. It turned out a small forest with time thickly overgrown with shrubs. We loved to be there. And once we looked at a very convenient place for the hut (our secret headquarters), equipped it as it should be, made it so high that we could sit confidently. From the side in the thickets it was completely invisible. From the other side of it, the terrain was “shot through” at 360 degrees, it was not possible to go unnoticed. On hot summer days, it was very pleasant to spend time in the secluded cool of our shelter, and the occasional rain did not frighten, we built the roof. There was another favorite place - a large wooden gazebo standing in the town, where we also often gathered, especially to climb onto its flat roof and look around the neighborhood from there.
Not to say that at that time I was already experiencing hyper-concern about the female sex, but I tried not to miss the opportunity to find out something, to peep, to hear. Honestly, at that time we didn’t really know what the children were coming from, but the languor in the lower abdomen and the tension in the drinking room in piquant situations or in discussing taboo topics I experienced. It was even somewhat frightening, because it was not known what these sensations meant, whether it should be and what to do with it.
In our town there was one family in which two children grew up - a boy and a girl. The boy (Borka) was a year younger than me, and his sister was three years younger. Once, when we had a conversation on a forbidden topic, Seryoga said that he knew for sure that Borka had his sister and told us that sometime last summer he played in the company where Borka was, his little sister was spinning in the same place ( Olga). After some time the boys wanted to go somewhere and Boris really did not want to drag Olka along. When he tried to send her home, Olga squealed: “Aha, Borechka, if you don’t take me with you, I’ll tell Dad and Mom what you did to me ...!” And she expressively depicted a ring on her fingers with one hand finger began to poke another there. Borka was here ...
It was difficult for us to believe in it and it was impossible not to believe. I think that in secret everyone envied Borka, I, certainly!
That summer, about which I speak, it turned out that two of my friends were sent to the villages to the grandmothers, where they were supposed to proceed in two weeks. In the meantime, wandering around in anguish, I walked into our arbor. Even from afar, I noticed Olga walking along the street in the same lonely way, but did not concentrate on this. Passing by, she stopped, went inside and sat down beside her.
- What are you alone? She asked.
- Yes ... Everyone went away ..., - I had no particular desire to communicate.
“And Borka was sent to a summer camp for a whole month ... And the girls (girlfriends) are also at grandmothers.
I did not know what to say, so I was silent, because we had never talked to her before.
“Let's hide somewhere,” Olga spoke again.
Something in me swayed, hit my chest, sank heavily down and went in a hot wave all the way to the very tip of the pussyun. Such a strong reaction with me was for the first time, maybe because there were not my friends around - boys discussing relationships with the female sex, but a girl I knew about something about and no one else ...
- Where do we hide?
“Well, you probably have some secret place?”
I hesitated.
“And I'll tell you something and show you ...,” she added.
That was the last straw.
- Well, let's go, just to no one, and never tell or show our place, promise?
“I promise,” she answered, and we went.
All the way they walked in silence. When we got to the shelter, Olga threw off her sandals, climbed inside and sat on the soft grass.
- It's great here! - she said.
“Yeah," I confirmed, expecting what would happen next.
“Have you ever seen a pussy of girls?” - do not hesitate, Olga asked.
Compared to her, I felt like a very grown man, and her question put me in confusion. By that time I, of course, had not seen any girls have any pussy, but the girl asked me three years younger than me. I made no sound, just shaking my head as if to say what I saw. The wave inside struck again and would still not let me say a word.
- Here look…
With these words, she quickly raised herself, took off her panties, threw them on the place where she sat, sat on them, pulled up the hem of a sarafan and spread her legs. A divine picture opened up to my gaze. Gentle pink childish pussy without hairs slightly opened because the legs were spread apart. Were visible internal velvet sexual sponge, forming folds. I almost felt dizzy. After a few seconds, I woke up and looked around, the horizon was clear.
“Now it's your turn,” Olga said.
There was a struggle in me - I was shy and at the same time wanted to continue. While I was thinking, I did something like: “Nah ...”
“Well, then let's go back,” Olga said resolutely, her face sternly, the wonderful picture was closed, the sarafan was dropped and her hand reached for her panties.
I could not stand it, I quickly threw off my shorts and hesitated for a second, underwear. My segment was tense, this fact confused me, I did not know where to go.
- And you have more than Borka. Let's play dad with mom, my brother and I often play when there are no parents at home. He says that they can’t talk about it, they will be punished. You will like it, you will see, I really like it! Right now Borka is not, and I so hunting! Only you don't tell anyone either, okay? - Olga finished.
- I will not say, but how to play?
- Take off your shirt, - with these words, she also fluttered out of a sarafan and lay down on the grass instead of panties.
Now I saw her all naked and no sarafan had already closed the desired look, and she never thought of closing her legs. I also threw off the shirt and looked around again - everything is clean. I could not believe my eyes. Of course, she had a very small body, but I wanted to look and look at the pussy, and even more to touch it. The lower abdomen just overcame, even somehow it slowed my movements, my hands went cold, I did not know what to do next.
“He is not quite ready with you yet,” Olga said with the knowledge of an experienced woman who had a species.
Member and the truth was in some kind of stupor, like and tense, but somehow not manageable, as if not mine.
She approached me, took my phone with her hand, which made me flinch and began to gently jerk it off. I myself still did not do it then, it became very pleasant and my “friend” tensed up.
- Now it's your turn.
Olga leaned back on a spread sundress and, bent at the knees, spread her legs wide.
“Stroke me here,” she pointed at her pussy, “just gently.”
She suggested that I do something that I really wanted myself. I did not hesitate, leaned toward her and very carefully, fearing damage, began to sort through the folds of my inner lips. What bliss engulfed me. I saw something I could not dream of. Olga strongly snuffled, apparently I did everything right. Inspired by my discoveries, I went through and wrinkled all the folds, stroking the outer lips. Olga began to fidget ass, as if helping me and inviting me to be more courageous, but in my opinion she couldn’t speak at that time. My face was very close to her fragrant, tattered writing. In obedience to instinct and inner desire, I kissed a mound protruding above the inner lips and located in the upper part of them.
- Oh ..., - breathed out Olga
- Does it hurt you?
- No ... let's do more ..., - she sighed, choking
I started kissing more and more, more and more boldly. Olya completely softened, her knees fell apart even more, pissed her smacking lips open even more and I saw a small hole inside. I earned the language ...
“Come to me,” she invited, breathing hard.
- How?
- Lie down on top, just hold on, don't ask ...
I reluctantly pulled away from her sweet crotch, but obeyed. My intense pisyun was near her delicate flower. Olya deftly caught my friend and sent herself to that very magic hole.
“Well, come on, move back and forth,” she said.
I leaned forward in the pelvis and my apprentice, waiting for something incredible, entered her baby vagina! What I felt was beyond what was expected, a wave of delight of immersion in a soft, moist, hot girl's bosom swept over me. I began to work by moving the pussy inside.
How long it lasted, I can’t say, the member got more and more tense, Olya arched at some point, whispered something similar to: “well ...” and went limp. For a few more seconds I moved the device, then he became very tense, swelled up and seemed to spit something out of himself inside Olya's vagina. I, too, went limp, somehow lost my strength at once, worked a little more with a wildly pulsing pisyun and reluctantly pulled it out of Olga's vagina, which, releasing me softly smacked, as if thanks and saying goodbye. I collapsed on the grass next to her, I had never experienced such bliss .... Olya was lying motionless, I, too, I was hot and sweat was flowing from me in streams.
A few minutes passed, we regained consciousness, I sat down and looked around again, my consciousness began to return, and caution, in such events, would not hurt us. Everything was calm.
“I've never been so good before.” Borka never kissed me there, he immediately pokes his own ..., - Olga said childishly offended.
- And you still can? She asked
“I don’t know, I need to rest,” I answered
- Let's rest, - she agreed, looking at my limp pisyun. - You can, I know, Borki always turns out twice, and sometimes three, he also rests.
I laid my jersey, pants and shorts next to her and also lay down. We fell silent, I closed my eyes, it seemed to me that even for a while I fell asleep. I woke up from touching my dick. He opened his eyes, Olga sat and played with my gadget, she stroked him, tried to gently jerk off, and then asked me: “Can I kiss him too?”. “Yes,” I replied. She, holding the member vertically, at first gently kissed him on the very head, then another, then another ... Then, kissing, she began to sink to the testicles and again up, pulling the testicles with her second hand. When she reached the head again, she stopped for a moment thinking about something, and then took it entirely in her hot mouth. Pisyun immediately began to strain, and when she began to tickle his tongue, he quickly took his "working" form.
“Now you again,” said Olya.
And I again, now having a little experience, set to work. Again, I began to sort out the wet soft folds of the now-desirable Olena Vagina, kiss them, and indulge my tongue. Now I already knew that she has a hole, which is a great pleasure to get into. Without waiting for the sponges to open themselves, I spread them with my fingers. Olga lay floundering with pleasure, and I did not wait long, climbed up again, sent my thrilling member to her satisfying womb, which opened like a flower, and easily led him into the hot depth of the pleasantly close cave-house lubricated by the outflowing juices and my saliva. I felt that I could now extend this amazing action for a longer time than the last time. My movements were already more conscious. Olga lay with her eyes closed, and on the contrary, I tried to examine everything as it should: her naked body, completely surrendered to me and spread on a sundress, her swollen body, moving in her flushed pussy. All that could be heard was our wheezing, Ola's vagina's delicious champing, absorbing my cock and slamming my testicles against her ass.
Suddenly some extraneous sound interfered with this idyll, I froze, looked around. At the edge of the field there was a watchman, apparently making a detour around the protected melons. He, of course, could not see us, all he had to do was just keep quiet.
- Do not stop, still ..., more ..., - Olja whispered with dry lips.
Not wanting to part with her thirsty pleasure vagina, I introduced my penis as deeply as possible, pressed against her, trying not to crush her and in a whisper in my ear told her about the caretaker and that I should be silent. She didn’t squeak, just wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me to her. I watched the watchman until he went a long distance. During the observation and the lack of movement, the excitement was almost gone, my device was somewhat limp and decreased in size. When the danger was over I looked away from the departing uncle. Being already almost in a sober mind, I seemed to see for the first time what surrounded me: the cool shadow of a hut, a sarafan who was lying on the grass, a naked girl - his owner, her body pressed against me, hugging me with arms and legs. I "remembered" all that we had just done and the fact that my penis is inside a girl's writing. A pleasant wave of excitement passed through the whole body, causing the penis to jerk, bringing it to “feeling”. I started to move, Olga relaxed her legs, giving me freedom. My body again began to take the desired size. I frantically drove him into the vagina. I wanted to introduce it very deeply, but our posture did not allow me to do this. Giving in to intuition, I said:
- And let's try another way.
- How?
- Lie down on your right side ...
I slowly took out my flushed cock from her inflamed rose, which at the same time smacked the already familiar sound and looked at it. I have not seen him yet, so that he reaches that size! Without opening her eyes, Olya obediently turned on the right barrel. With my left hand, I lifted her left leg, again I could see the coveted, wet from the sweet outpouring of the vagina. I raised my leg even higher, rose petals opened their doors, inviting me to enter ... I leaned closer on my knees and with my right hand sent my excited organ there, lowered my girlish leg on my left leg, while the gentle lips and the pussy itself tightened, it became closely , and this is even more pleasant, I began to move. It didn’t work out very well, I felt that in this position I could reach the very depths, but due to the fact that Olga was lying on her side, she was swaying strongly during my shocks. Then I took hold of her hips with my hands, not letting them spring back and things went well, I entered my dick to the root, what a delight! His tip began to reach some tubercle inside, from this the pleasure increased even more, with my crotch I hit her crotch, the testicles slid along her right leg, and my right leg touched her butt and back. In ecstasy, I began to make movements not only inward, but also to change the direction and angle of entry into the vagina. How long it lasted, I don’t remember, the tension increased, I felt the approach of the end and instinctively increased the speed of the movements, the member drastically increased in size, I restrained myself, trying to prolong the pleasure, Olga groaned and arched a little, it added fuel to the fire could and my lucky man convulsed! I myself soared to heaven at that moment, I was not on earth, that is for sure. It is unlikely that the sperm poured out of me, before that I didn’t notice her presence, but the ecstasy was immense!
Slowly, I took out my very limp pisyun from the swollen bosom that had already turned red. Familiar smack and I sat down next. I felt hot again and sweat began to pour in, but the warm summer breeze, walking in the hut, cooled and dried me. For a few seconds Olya was still lying on her side, and then she lay back on her back, her arms spread out and her legs stretched apart, apparently she was also hot. I understood that now she was completely in my power with her child figure and a dilapidated reddened little vagina. If I now attacked her again, she would even help me ... I wanted to do this, my eyes, my consciousness were pushing for this, but my physical condition showed the opposite. It was very disappointing to miss this opportunity, but what was to be done ... Then a thought came to my mind: "But this can be repeated another time ...", but I did not dare to offer this to Olga, especially since she was still in prostration.
As time went on, I became more and more calm, my mind entered the normal course, and this caused a great delight from understanding the miracle that had happened to me and the amazing kind of naked girl lying in front of me and not hiding my pussy that was wet with moisture and sweet just enjoyed.
Olya also came to her senses, sat down. We were silent. Some time later, she seemed to finally come to her senses and said:
- In the cool ...! This was not the case with Borka.
We still sat naked. Then Olga put on her panties and sarafan, hiding from me, it seemed, the petals of her rose forever. I followed her example and pulled on my clothes, stuffing my tired pisyun into panties.
- Let's go? - she said.
“Let's go,” I replied.
We got out of the hut, after looking around, and went home. The summer sun was shining, a breeze was blowing, butterflies were flying. A thought flashed: “As if nothing had happened,” only fatigue in the body reminded of what happened. When we passed almost half of the road, Olya suddenly said:
- And let's go back there ...
- Now? - I was surprised.
- Not. Well, tomorrow or the day after, - a small pause and already quieter, - better tomorrow ...
- Come on! - I eagerly said, glad that she voiced my desire.
Well, and then, marching home, we agreed to meet all the same tomorrow and met, and it all happened again. We began to communicate, to meet not only in a hut, but also in the gazebo. They discussed what they did, invented, and then tried new poses in the hut. Tried like dogs, tried when she sat on top of me, tried lying both on the side, tried, tried, tried ..., gained experience, falling deeper into dependence on each other. We met until I was sent, as promised to the village, but to my great joy, not in two, but in three weeks.
When I returned, I learned that Borka had been at home for a long time, and we had not seen Olga for a long time. It was hard for me because I was not able to do “this” with such a cool girl. True, in the village I managed to do something, and then somehow I came up with a way out of the situation, but these are different stories already. But this is the first time I remember all my life. I vividly remember this first pussy show, I remember the tremulous delight of the first time I saw the opening of the tender sex lips of a child's vagina, I remember the first sensation of plunging a member into a hot bosom, I remember goodbye smacks ... Many years later, returning to these events, not just a witness, but a member of them, I can not understand how this little girl could have such pleasure and have an orgasm ...