Karl and Zelena were lying on the grass in the park, kissing and kissing while his hands explored her body. She felt intense excitement as his hand pushed up under her sweater and found her erect nipple and rolled it between his fingers.
It was already getting dark when they had met at the inn, and had a glass of beer. There were mostly older people there so none of their friends were with them. Karl had finally got up enough courage to buy a packet of condoms, but had gone to the next town to buy them.
They'd decided that the best place for sex was the park, and they'd found a dark spot where no-one would see them. It was a nice warm evening with a gentle breeze, and they lay down in the grass and started to kiss. When Karl's hand had found its way under her skirt Zelena had taken off her panties, and lay on her back with her legs open.
The warm breeze blew across her vagina and felt wonderful as Zelena lay on her back with her legs open. It felt so nice she didn't even want Karl's fingers in her, but that felt good too. This was all perfect, better than being in her stuffy bedroom.
They were both very hot and soon Karl said to her;
"Are you ready my love?"
"Of course." She whispered, as she felt him roll away from her.
He fumbled in his pocket, then with more fumbling rolled on a condom. Then he rolled over on top of Zelena, and still fumbling tried to stick his penis into her wet hole, until finally she reached down between her legs and guided it into her.
"Aaaaah yes......." She gave a deep sigh.
The deep, hard strokes Karl gave her felt super for both of them. This was what Karl had longed for the last two years as Zelena had grown into a beautiful woman. He'd imagined how it would be to have sex with her, lying in bed as he'd stroked his penis or crouched over the toilet masturbating, and now it was all coming true.
On and on they fucked, both of them grunting and moaning until, with a couple of huge grunts, a loud gasp and a series of fast strokes Karl ejaculated. They lay for many minutes holding each other, then Karl rolled off her and Zelena continued to lay there, legs open while the warm summer breeze lapped at her open wet vagina.
Karl took off the condom and threw it across the grass, then reached over and stroked her labia.
"Ooo, that's nice." Zelena said. "Do it some more."
The moon was just coming up and Karl could see her pink hole open to the air. He was fascinated by its layers of sex: the heavy, thick labia of her vulva; the delicate, thin, pink inner labia; and in the center her still-open hole. He leaned over and kissed it and with his tongue tasted the moist opening, pushing his tongue into her.
"That is nice. Do it some more." She said.
He ran his tongue in again, then around the rim, ending at her clitoris, which he proceeded to lick vigorously.
"Aaah. Aaaaa..........." She gasped out loud. "Lick me Mickey, lick me." Forgetting for the moment who she was with. Then with much grunting she reached an orgasm.
After several minutes Karl slowed then stopped. "You called me Mickey." He said.
"I'm sorry, I know I did. But Mickey was the only other person who ever did that to me." She murmured contritely. "I loved it. It was wonderful. I'm just going lie here all night with my legs wide open and feel the breeze waft over my pussy. In the morning it will smell like fresh washing off the clothes line." She laughed.
"In the morning your cunt will have been defiled by every man in the village who is capable of walking. And it will smell like the fishmonger's shop." Karl told her laughing.
Karl took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Then they walked hand in hand back to the shop. They kissed at the door, long, hard, then she went in and up to her room.
Zelena's grandfather had arrived the night before, and he and Dmitri had sat talking over a glass of schnapps. They discussed how they would work together in the shop and so on. They talked about how the village had changed. Not much, except that most of the young people were leaving if they could.
"So Zelly is going to leave and go to London. Vlad will treat her well, but will probably try to fuck her." They both laughed because Vladmir had quite a reputation with the girls.
"Have you had her yet?" His father asked.
"Oh yes." Dmitri replied with a smile. "On her eighteenth birthday I made a woman of her."
"Does she have a boyfriend, a lover?" His father asked.
"She did but not now, I don't think."
"I wish I were younger, I'd love to try her."
"Of course you can, Dad." Dmitri told him. "She is a very good fuck. Tonight or tomorrow go into her bedroom in my place."
Meanwhile Zelena lay in her bed drifting off to sleep, still bathed in a warm haze from the wonder of what she and Karl had just had.
The next night at dinner Zelena knew she should expect her father to come to her bed later. There was a lot to drink and Dmitri and his father were telling jokes and sang a couple of old folk songs. Even Nadia, her mother helped out, singing along with the men, and she was surprised to hear what a nice voice her mother had.
She was feeling very good when she got to bed, and didn't feel like taking a shower. Daddy won't notice if I'm a bit stinky, she thought. As she lay curled up in her bed she heard the door open, felt the covers of her bed raised and felt another body snuggle down next to her.
