Please note: This story takes place in a very small autonomous republic in Eastern Europe.
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"Oh God that's good." Muttered Zelena.
She was bending over a sack of potatoes in the store room of her father's green grocer's shop. The shop was closed for the night and he'd gone upstairs to have dinner and Zelena and Mikel were "cleaning up", but the broom and dustpan were leaning against the wall of the store room while Mikel fucked Zelena.
Mikel fucked Zelena hard, the way she liked it. She bent over the potato sacks, her skirt pulled up over her bare bottom, and her panties down at her knees, and bang! Bang! Bang! He went as she grunted with each thrust.
Then suddenly, "Oh...oh...oh... Micky, harder, harder I'm coming." And her back arched and flexed as her body was flooded with a climax. Then she lay still, eyes closed, panting.
"That was super Zelly. Let's do this every day until I leave." Mikel said as he bent over and whispered in her ear.
Mikel was leaving the village for America in ten days, to live with his cousin. His cousin lived in California and had found Mikel a job, so like most of the young people in the village he was leaving.
He pulled back and out of her vagina, then unwrapped the plastic bag he had wrapped around his penis. He didn't much like using plastic bags, but condoms were expensive, besides if he bought condoms at the chemist shop everyone in the village would soon know that he and Zelena were fucking.
For Zelena the plastic bags were wonderful. They made Mikel's penis seem almost twice as large around, and the rough texture was very stimulating to her vagina. While she lay over the potato sack, Mikel went into the shop and threw the plastic bag on top of a pile of other bags which were used to wrap vegetables. Zelena's parents sometimes remarked that the bags seemed sticky or that they smelled funny, but they concluded that they must have been used by the fishmonger. All the bags circulated and were recycled through the village and were used and re-used by everyone.
Zelena got up and pulled up her panties. She was a slender, blonde, pretty girl, unlike most other girls in town and her mother. They were all from peasant stock, but her father was tall and blonde too, claiming a relationship to the defunct royal family, who'd been eliminated in 1940. But she conformed to the local dress, longish black skirt, print blouse and always black stockings. None of this, even the clog-like shoes they all wore in summer detracted from her good looks.
They finished cleaning up the shop quickly, then they kissed and Mikel went out the front door and Zelena locked it behind him.
"You were a long time." Said her father as she sat down to have supper. "What were you up to?"
"Sometimes it takes longer to clean up the shop." She answered him.
"I hope you're not letting that peasant boy fuck you." He told her. "You'll get pregnant and have little dumpy peasant kids and your life will be over."
"You don't want me fucking anyone." Zelena thought. "You want me for yourself."
"Stop talking like that over dinner." Nadia, Dmitri's wife told him. "You shouldn't talk that filth, especially to your own daughter."
"My own daughter? Fine example you are. You and your butcher. The only way I know she's MY daughter, is that she isn't a dumpy peasant girl."
So the evening went on, Dmitri and Nadia always fighting.
What Zelena thought was probably the truth. As soon as she was eighteen -- on her eighteenth birthday, her father had seduced her -- raped her would be a better word. It had been such a fun day, and she'd had too much to drink. He'd put her to bed, then got in beside her and taken her virginity, as was the custom. Her mother had been furious when she came in and found him in her bed, not because he'd fucked her, but because he hadn't used a condom.
He'd gone out next day to the chemist and bought a package of three condoms which he was still using. He washed them out each time and reused them. They were too expensive to discard after one use, he said.
Nadia, Zelena's mother, didn't really mind that Dmitri was fucking Zelena, it was quite common in the town for father and daughter to have sex, and it gave her the opportunity to sleep with Arvand, the butcher.
She "loved" her husband alright, but she didn't like his sissy ways. He claimed aristocracy, and let her know it, and he was soft and had long thin finger, and he had a slender body. His love making was gentle and considerate, varied and with a lot of foreplay. She liked sturdy peasant men like Arvand who knew what she wanted, a nice thick penis, and she loved the feel of his thick body on top of her. He got straight to the point, ripping her clothes off, jumping on her and pounding her body for what seemed like hours at a time, while she screamed with ecstasy.
Every Monday when Dmitri left early for the main market to buy vegetables, the butcher's van could be seen parked outside the greengrocer's shop. Nadia and Arvand went upstairs and Zelena would wait on customers.
The topers at the inn loved to joke about it.
"The butcher's delivering some meat to the greengrocer's wife." They'd laugh.
Or:
"Nadia's having a nice sausage for breakfast."
Or:
"Dmitri's wife is preparing him some left-overs for dinner."
And so on, getting raunchier and more vulgar as the day wore on. But as soon as Arvand appeared there was silence. He always had a meat cleaver hooked to his belt, and there was a huge slash in the bar counter where he'd delivered a blow to it when one of the men had said something in jest about Nadia.
"Next time it's your balls!" He'd shouted, and he meant it too.
