My tale, previously in another place and revised, changing the country, therefore names and edited to omit under aged characters.
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My Dad hired some itinerant workers who stopped in at the remote hamlet, all of thirty five people, three kilometres from our 82 hectare farm to work on some outbuildings round our dilapidated house. He lived on one floor to suit his ill health. I did too. The sprawling place that was home for Dad, Babushka, my sister who lived upstairs, needed a lot of work doing to it, but the old man could afford it. He was pensioned off from a lucrative government job. My mum died two years ago, leaving him sad but determined to keep up a good appearance both physically and materially.
It was the school holidays and Babs had gone to camp with her class. I stayed at home as Dad and I were going fishing later in the month and that was good enough for me. In the meantime I lazed around the place apart from the constant work needed to help him like feeding the animals. Computer games filled a lot of time, the one good thing this administration had done in this rural region had been to install good broadband and communications, there is an enormous military establishment not far way, who offered to train locals on basic IT and gave discounts on purchasing computers and stuff. I took advantage, much to Dad's initial chagrin. My pals never visited or me them, were busy on our farms. The old man was exceedingly grumpy now, so I went to to the village on my mountain bike. Dad and I chatted about the fishing trips we would go on and I got very excited about it. I was happy in my simple life. There were no girls in the village, the two old enough had gone to cities to learn some work.
Sometimes I would just watch the gang of four workers from a huge city a long way away, either from my window or even sitting outside and chatting to them while they toiled in the sun. Boris, the leader, was a big chunky bald man who was often off site checking work on other farms similar to ours, leaving the bossing about to Grigory, a darkly tanned youth with tattoos. The other two were Bogdan, a wiry older bloke and Katya, a powerful woman who often did the van driving. She was a hulk and usually worked as hard as the men, such was her body weight and inherent strength. I did take some sneaky looks, because apart from my dear deceased mother and Babs, I would never see females and relied on the internet, so when she bent over, her shorts would be stretched tight over her bum. Her thighs had a sort of lumpy orange peel look to them. I could always see the line of her knickers and what looked like a seam in them which cut across the crack of her arse. She was certainly no pinup.
My once school pal, the local magistrate's son emailed me some URLs of good filthy videos and I could hardly wait for Dad to leave for his clinic this morning. He cheerily left for the hamlet which had a travelling doctor every two weeks and was helped on board the beat up old Trabant saloon car that toured slowly round the clinic patients houses. As it chugged away I dived into my room and got the computer booted. I hadn't seen many videos like the ones my pal told me about.
It was fucking brilliant. It had page after page of topless and bottomless girls, who spreading their legs and arses, showing the detail of their cunts and arseholes. It was amazing how different they all were and I loved the black girls, black girls - where are they? whose nipples stuck out and their cunts always seemed to be bigger and meatier than the white girls. I got my cock out and rubbed it and up it came raw and solid. As I stared at a picture of a girl's cunt, which was so closely zoomed it was as if it was real size on the screen, my cum splattered out onto on my bed.
I moaned a bit until the feelings wore off and then felt guilty and dabbed at the mess to clean it off. The doorbell rattled as I finished and I had time to sort my gear before answering it. It was Katya. She grinned down at me before she spoke.
'Rushed to open the door then Georgy?'
I shrugged and grinned, smelling her cigarette breath and noticing how hot she looked. Her hair which always looked greasy, was plastered down on her forehead
'Can I put the kettle on? Boris's gone off with my flask in the van, Grigory has coffee and Bogdan's tea is so strong it makes my tits curl,' she chortled.
I nodded and stood aside and the big woman breezed past me with a strong whiff of body odour. I followed her into the kitchen where she got on with tea making as I stared at her arse. Encased in her usual slack, open legged, but very short shorts, it wobbled about as she busied herself, leaning and reaching into cupboards. She seemed to know where things were which puzzled me.
'Er how did you know where the mugs were kept?' I queried.
'Never mind, but I do. Put it down to woman's intuition,' she said, winking at me.
Waiting for the kettle, she leaned against the worktop, arms braced and spread wide, legs crossed and looking a bit weird at me.
'I'll get on with my computer work,' I lied.
'That's what you're doing then?' she asked, chuckling.
I nodded and turned to leave.
'Funny place to keep it ain't it?' she chuckled again.
I turned, puzzled and she pointed to my crotch.
'Latest model is it...your computer?'
As she said the words, I realised that she must have seen me wanking, but I was frozen to the spot as she strode across to me.
'Well why don't we check it out and see if its in good working order Georgy. I'm an expert on these types of computers.'
With that she grabbed at my shorts and held my dick and balls in one hand.
'Don't!' I squeaked indignantly.
Katya ignored me and stroked my stuff as she pulled me close. I went weak as she hoisted her sweaty tee shirt, thrust my head under it and I came face to tit with her boobs, which were in a black lacy bra. Christ! It was hot in there and it smelt strong, but I was in heaven as Katya felt into my shorts and got hold of my cock properly. I mean to be felt up by an old woman and have your face next to her tits was brilliant.
'Like that Georgy?' I heard her ask.
I mumbled a yes as she spoke again.
'Stick your hands in and have a feel. Push my bra up if you want. You want?'
Fuck! Did I? As I did, I knew my cock was hardening under her pulling and prodding.