What happened in the Tunguska region of Krasnojarsk at the time and what effects it had was read here in a fantastic short story. A place where only women live. Special women.

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About Tatyana

● Name: Tatyana
● Birthday: July 14, 1910
● Birthplace: Mysterious Tunguska region
● Age: 90 years old (appears 30)

Appearance: Tall, muscular, and strikingly curvaceous. Sharp, intelligent eyes that hold a century’s worth of wisdom.

Personality: Strong-willed, intelligent, and deeply introspective. Longing for companionship but resigned to her fate.

Background: One of the first generation of Tunguska women affected by the meteorite event. Despite her unnatural longevity, she has never left her homeland.

Chapter 1: Tatyana

The secret, scary and unfortunate, it is what happened here in the Tunguska region in July 1908. Today Krasnojarsk. Even today you are not sure what it was, but in all likelihood a meteorite that created the huge explosion.

My grandparents had told me about it and there were many fairy tales, myths and stories about what was happening. As a child, I always found it extremely exciting. “A lot will change here.” They said. And they kept right. My parents were already of strong stature and my father left us when he was only 23 years old. I was still a baby, but even very strong. Other families around us suffered the same fate. The fathers all died very young, and the mothers gave birth to very strong girls. Our very slow growth was particularly striking. It seemed as if the time grew slower for us girls. At 54 I was fully grown.

After all, only we stayed. The first born girls here in town. A place full of women, muscular and strong. Everything about us developed very pronounced. Whether it was the breasts or the buttocks. Legs and arms like trained, only that we never trained. We ordered the country and made ourselves so extensive. It was also a good thing, because people in the villages we have remote far from us were afraid of us, although we always performed peacefully and friendly. Aliens, they called us. Degenerate and dangerous.

As unbelievable as it may sound, but from the time we were adult, it seemed as if we stopped age. I look like the end of 30, but I am already 90 years old.

So we lived here in seclusion. Every now and then several dealers came and bought our natural products. Many of us were then on site, also in the hope of winning heart with charm and kindness of a dealer. Unfortunately, very few got involved. But if one stayed, it turned out that we tunguska women could not get children. That made us very sad – including the men. Who were very happy about our extremely strong libido, but finally went away at some point to start families.

Of course that spoke slowly. The Tunguska women are sterile and feel like it. It didn’t take long and the first visitors came, which of course only wanted one. Well, some of our women make it a lucrative business. Others just liked to go there. It sometimes happened that some lovers found themselves.

Svetlana, my best friend was particularly strong. It was almost two meters tall and our strongest in town. She lifted a 350kg tree trunk and lost it. The tourist who went to her at the time to enjoy her, repeated his visits to her and they fell in love with each other. A fun couple. Svetlana with her almost 180kg and 2m, and he, the delicate Antonyi, 1.6m and 53kg. Once Antonyi had drunk too much in the pub and was drunk. Svetlana picked him up, put him over her shoulder like a towel and carried him home.

About two hours later, I walked through the streets with my best friend Anita late in the evening, we passed the house of Svetlana and Antonyi. Obviously, Antonyi came back to him, because the pointed screams of Svetlana and the rhythmic clapping, which penetrated the street through the tilted window and revealed it from the houses.

“Mmm how nice, come, let’s listen for a moment.” Anita smiled. We stopped and listened to the erotic noises. You hardly heard Antonyi, except for a wheezing and every now and then a “Oah!”. Svetlana was hot and cheered him on, “Yeah – Yeah – Next, don’t stop!”

“What do you think,” I asked Anita quietly, “she rides him, or does he bump her in the missionary?”

Anita whispered: “Listen exactly, as quickly as it claps he has to punch her, the little nimble rabbit.” Kiggled her behavior.
“If she ride him, it is slower, sounds fuller and louder when her giant butt crashes into him.”

The rhythmic clapping became faster, then it stopped and Svetlana came very violently, with a loud cry that could be heard the whole street.

“Now they’re done,” said Anita, “… I got very moist. You too?”

I also felt the excitement. “Oh yes.” I gave her back.

So we continued through the side streets and I imagined how it could look. Both naked as she gives herself and he takes her, her heavy breasts, swinging and her open mouth with orgasm … I have so far failed something nice. These noises were actually heard here in our village, sometimes here, sometimes there. On the one hand, strangely amusing, but also gratifying on the other hand that there were men in this world who like us as we are. At least those men who stayed with us. We are stronger than you, but very gentle and dear to you. That was not for everyone – in the spirit of the word.
This is our life. Even today. We don’t know how old we can get. But we know how to care for and enjoy life.

Nevertheless, most of us, including me, are alone. In the evening, when couples had fun here or there, you often saw a face behind a curtain, an open window, or in front of the house on a chair. Yes – and sometimes you also saw tears. Tears of loneliness and desire. Because our souls were only normal and sensitive women’s souls. And I? I’ve been alone for so long that I have no more tears. The men had always overlooked me. I was the smallest of us. With my 1.53 I was probably rather uninteresting for those men who moved to us, looking for the extraordinary, rather uninteresting. I am just as strong as the others, I also have strong muscles, a very nice heart po and a huge breast, but I have been alone for decades.

Until –he– showed up.

Chapter 2: The man

Quite large and light blue eyes – a beautiful man. We friends were sitting outside during coffee when he passed. We looked at him. Hat, a red neckerchief, hiking shoes, a shotgun and backpack. A radio and a small tool bag on the belt from which the hand loop of a pocket light dangled. A hiker or hunter – I thought. Then he stopped, just turned his head and looked over our shoulder.

Oh – this look met me. I smiled at him. Anita came across my side to ask me. But I’m only 1.53 and Anita would definitely find it more interesting because she was a good 15cm larger than me. So I stayed seated. He looked at me, that was absolutely and Anita knew that.
Oh my god, he comes up to us. Then he asked: “Whether the women would be so friendly and give me information where I find accommodation in this pretty place?”

We women sat there as if stirred by thunder. Even the big Svetlana was silent like a fish. Anita looked back and forth between me and him. I looked at him. These eyes.

“My house has a room.” I stammered stupidly as I was out. The other girls immediately broke out in laughter.

When they calmed down, he went to his knees in front of me and said, with me at eye level, smiling: “Then you have a very small house, I take on?”

I held my hands in front of my face: “Guest … room, I wanted to say.”

Anita was still prosting.

“May I also assume that you want to tell me that you want to provide me with this guest room?” The man asked very politely and in a gentle tone.

Then I said to him: “But I still have to prepare it, nobody has ever stayed there.”

He replied: “My demands are only low and my stay is only briefly, because I want to keep hiking and explore the Tunguska region.”

“Schaaade!” Anita blusece a little too loudly. I swallowed hard.

He looked at Anita. His eyes were friendly and facing but I saw very precisely that he had also noticed it. Anita looked affected. It seemed very sensitive. I offered him a chair, he thanked and sat down. Then he ordered a coffee and a glass of water. He thanked him again and asked: “Whether this illustrious women’s society also lets me know where I can stop at a meal?”

“Oh! I have … “it burst out too loudly. My hand was lying on my mouth and I looked at it with a headed head, “something in the fridge.” I added very quietly and reserved. He loved to smile at me. I’ve never seen such a loving smile and it was like sunlight on me.

“Steff!” He introduced himself. “Tatyana, my name is Tatyana.”

The coffee and the water was brought. Jenna, the service had already taken a look at him. He thanked her, looked at her, but his gaze was immediately back on me. Anita turned to me and with her lips she silently shaped the words, “it is cute.” And turned her eyes up.
After he took a sip of coffee, he lifted something of his hike and journey to tell that he comes from Germany and has always been interested in the mysteries of the Tunguska region. He had once heard of a village or town in which people would be particularly strong, very strong and bitter. But that only women are surprised. So we told him about the traditional stories of our grandparents, how we are, how we tick, why what we look like. In particular, that we are an extremely peace -loving species, but we can easily defend ourselves, it should be necessary.

“This is certainly just stupid talk, but you hear rumors outside,” he asked directly and straight, “the women here are very, let’s say, instead?”

“NO!” Antonyi threw in, who was sitting in the shadow of his beloved Svetlana. “No rumor. It’s so.” he said dryly.

Steff’s gaze jerked to Antonyi. Apparently he hadn’t noticed it yet.

“It’s true, it’s true – yes. We are like that. ” Anita said. But that does not mean that we are falling through every man who comes through here. But,… ”Steff pulled the eyebrows up carefully,“ we… we like men. ”

“A lot!” Called the big Svetlana and raised her delicate Antonyi at eye level to kiss him, who himself ran by air. His feet hovered in the air and his arms in the firm grip of his lovers.

Svetlana rumbled off: “He is small, but you have to be …”
“Please – Sveti!” she interrupted Anita strictly. “We behave.”

Svetlana tenderly put Antonyi back on the floor. But that was also a woman – as if carved out of full wood. Antonyi was able to put both hands in one of her and if she closed her hand, his could no longer be seen. But Svetlana’s hands were beautiful. Always very well -kept and long fingers she had. Basically, she was a dream of female. And Antonyi loved her so much that it sometimes moved us to tears. He left everything behind. His house, his job. He was a designer and structural engineer for railway bridges. He gave up everything, sold everything to be able to stay with Svetlana forever.

I looked at Steff and said: “The events here in early 1900 triggered something that we all and the rest of the world did not understand. We do not know whether it was radiation or substances that have changed us over only two generations that made us sterile. We are here, we live here, an enclave. “

Steff looked at all of us one after the other. Svetlana apparently impressed him with her huge appearance. Then his gaze rested on me again.

“I hope we’ll go to your house with the room, Tatyana? I can say you? ” He asked cautiously.

Accepting how polite, yes he was lovable. I was so taken by him that I tied up his little sarcastic remark. He drank his coffee, paid and rose. We all got up with him. “Do we see each other on the streets tonight?” asked Anita.

I looked at Steff, then Anita and was unsure. “Steff – you come with you? We meet almost every evening for walks through our streets. It’s nice and we need the movement anyway. “

Steff weighed the head back and forth and nod there. I beamed at him and was so excited inside that I started to sweat. My house is on the outskirts and I went ahead. Steff caught up and we went together, side by side to my home. The usual smell of my house came towards us. Hopefully he likes it, I thought and closed the door behind us. Then he stood. In my hallway, in my house there was a man for the first time. A stranger too. Everything else on him. So I asked him off his things and put the shotgun in my gun cabinet, in which my hunting rifle was. He placed his gun next to my and at the bottom two red packets of slot cartridges. He looked around, breathed in deeply and I thought, oh no the smell, but he said: “Sandelholz, you like to smoke sandalwood and I like the smell very much. You have it nice here. “

I breathed a audible breath, which he noticed. Yes – he noticed my nervousness. He, on the other hand, showed himself calmly and steadfast. Slowly he tied his boots and got rid of her. He cautiously stepped into my house. He respected my home and how he spoke to me too.

“Would you like to show me the room?” he asked respectfully. I nodded and follow me with a gesture I went up the stairs. Then a second and the small guest room with sloping roof spread out in front of him. There were old blankets here and there was still a mountain shoes, an old sewing machine, for years broken and a chair that should have been painted for a long time. He put his backpack on this. In the niche on the left, the small door, gave access to a tiny bathroom with shower.

“Oh – a shower – that’s what I absolutely need now. I can …? ” He beamed at me when he turned to me.

I nodded my hands in front of my stomach a little jerky and embarrassed.

“And you said there is also a little something in the fridge?” I nodded again.
“Maybe I want to keep going tomorrow. You have to tell me what I owe you. “

Oh what – tomorrow? I thought it put it on my neck and it was very startled by me. This pleasant person, just so short here. I couldn’t answer. In the meantime only in underpants and a T-shirt he came up to me. “Everything OK?” He asked softly, “… no, it is not – I look at that.” he meant something affected. He looked deep into my eyes and even deeper into my lonely soul.

“Well – I could stay longer if I do …”

“Yes” I cut off his word and my heart beat quickly.

Again he looked at me deeply. He knows. He reads me – he knows.
Very unbiased, he undressed and disappeared into the tiny bath until I heard the shower shower.

His things on the floor. How long he has been wearing it? I immediately picked them up and picked up the smell. Strict, but also good. His smell. His fragrance … I put his things in the washing machine without being asked. I put one of my bathrobes ready for him to find him when he leaves the bathroom.

Huuh, a man in my house, in the shower, naked and unbiased. A thousand fantasies shot through my head and I had to take a deep breath when I felt my pearl pounds. Did I like him? I wondered and opened the well -filled refrigerator. I lovingly covered the small table, just big enough for two people. Put a candle in the middle and lit it. A new sandalwood incense sticks as well and waited that the sound of the shower fell silent at the top.

Quiet steps on the stairs, he comes down and there he stood. Barefoot in my bathrobe that was good, but only reached his knees. “Miracles actually happen in your house.” he said grinning. “My clothes turned into a bathrobe.” While his gaze scored the running washing machine. In the meantime the evening came and it got dark outside. I dampened the light and asked it to the table where he took a seat.

Does he have something on under the bathrobe? I stared at his chest. We ate and he had a big appetite. My appetite was rather low before excitement, but it was enough for two slices of fresh bread.

“So after dinner we meet your girlfriend for a walk?” he asked.

“Yes, right,” I replied. “We do that almost every evening. It is very nice, in the lantern note and when it has become windwear. ” I looked at my bathrobe he wore. “Yes, I have other things in my backpack.” he gave in response to my question that I had only asked in my head. How does he do that?

I was just washing the dishes when it was already ready in the hallway.

Oh – it looks good – the hiking boots, quite decent pants and a fine wool sweater again. Shortly afterwards, I put the dishes off to dry, we left my house and went up the way to the meeting point where Anita was already waiting. Anita in high shoes, like never before. Very tight jeans and a white jacket with fur collar. Anita looked really chic. I only had my somewhat higher sneakers, my jeans, who actually sat very well. A white wide blouse and my denim jacket, which I couldn’t shoot. My breasts were just too big for that. Steff always looked at me. Every now and then his view also fell on my cleavage, which I enjoyed.

Anita cheekily looked at us when we almost reached her. What is she going to do? “Come, let’s go!” And she walked unexpectedly towards the main street. While we went there, we talked about the place. Steff wanted to know how many women we are here. 32500 approximately, explained Anita. For decades. That we do not, or hardly age, visibly irritated Steff. He realized that we will survive our men and nobody knows how often. Outside of our town, women like us. Strictly speaking in the entire region around the event point of the possible meteorite attack. But the settlement here is very low anyway, but many Tunguska women will find their way to us at some point and then stay here.

Anita, who took the lead as a matter of course, Bog turned into a very narrow alley and looked at me. Oh I knew what she was doing. Because here in this alley, lined with very old half -timbered houses, lived in the penultimate house Irina and Igor. Irina and Igor have been together for years. Igor was a jewelry dealer at the time, met Irina and at some point he just stayed with her and enjoyed the self -sufficient life with us. Igor was just the right thing for Irina’s over -gumbling temperament and just as pronounced Libido. And that should prove itself again, only that this time Steff went with us and had no idea.

“What was that?” asked Steff. “Is someone in need there?”

“Anita held her finger in front of her mouth and just said:” Psst, that’s Irina. “

Steff irritated the air and we continued slowly until we reached the penultimate house. The living room with fireplace was on the ground floor. The window was only based, but the curtains were drawn to a small gap. And again a kind of call to our ears came. “Oar – yes!” we heard Igor’s voice.

Irina and Igor, as their time allowed, were constantly sex. If you did a longer drive and took a break after a few hours, Igor was due again in the bushes. Irina already had nymphomaniastic people. Sometimes so violently that Igor had to ask for breaks to maintain his best piece. But when he believed he was wrong that Irina even foregoing one day. Then Igor had to go with his tongue. This was recognized the next day when you met him, he spoke a little unexpectedly because his tongue and jaw were attended. Irina always looked very pretty. Violet eyes like me, long blonde hair and very expansive hips. Her butt was huge but somehow it was coherent with her 1.78m size. Anita stopped and showed his thumb into the window and grinned broadly.

“Mmmaah, yes. Oahhh … “Irina’s voice.Igor groaned softly.

I looked at Steff a bit ashamed, but he smiled and said muffled: “It’s cute, the two obviously enjoy each other.”

I stared at him, because that was the last statement that I expected. A statement full of love and empathy. I am in love. Yes, I am in love with this hiker – that much is safe. And my sponsoring went into a smile in love and I beamed at him. He took my hand and held it as if he wanted to tell me: “Yes, I understood.” Anita looked through the gap of the curtain. Then she looked at me and tore up her eyes, shaped her mouth to the “O”. She nodded her head towards the window – I should also see what I was doing. I saw Igor lying on my back, his underpants, his head towards the fireplace on the ankles, and above him the huge butt hovered, who was just lowering her lap to let Igor’s impressive phallus slide. Oh – it was a sight when I saw how he disappeared into her in full length, Irina an enjoyable “Oaaahah!” Equipping and immediately started riding him. Her feet stood on the floor to the left and right of Igor, which was covered with a soft new wool ceiling. She supports her hands on Igor’s breast. Her big breasts swept back and forth, and their buttocks made waves every time they appeared on Igor.I saw her on the side from behind, just so that I could make her open mouth. From below Igor reached into her buttocks, which elicited a cheeky squeak.

I was tied up by the sight and felt it tingling in all of my abdomen. My right cheek got warm and I noticed that the Steff saw close to me through the gap. I saw on the side of his eyes, which was spellbound, motionless. I was warm.

Steff’s eyes loosened and he straightened up. Anita to him: “Is that cool?”

Steff nodded and said: “Not only that. It is simply beautiful to see how two people can express their love for each other and enjoy each other by needing nothing else than just themselves.”

I stood there with an open mouth. Anita briefly pinched her eyes together and then she nodded in agreement: “I have never seen it that way, let alone formulated.”

I said quietly: “It is the friendliest description of sex I’ve ever heard.”

 

Steff’s gesture of the matter of course indicated that I had to do with another man than expected. Because his description of what was seen, which of course also excited him, as well as his beautiful -minded view was more than just unexpected. I just had to show him that I love him. I brave myself bravely. He clamped my arm gently and I knew that he liked it.

One alley here, another there. A moan here, a cry there.

“I’m not getting rid of the impression …” said Steff, “this place is recorded in the evening of sexual ecstasy, can that be?”

Anita agreed: “In the evening, when we are all the duties, our feelings come up. It is easy and if we are alone it is not easy. So you can imagine what kind of men that is who stay with us in the long run. ”

“Uaaah!” A deep, rumbling primal scream of salvation achieved our ears that we turned around at the same time. From the open roof window, reddish light seemed followed by a decongestant high “Ummmm”, which clearly came from Katrin. Once again she was with Andy, with whom she was together for a long time; But then they separated. Obviously, the two can’t read their fingers.

And even more obvious – Andy’s orgasm was better audible. Steff looked laughing at the window and shook his head: “You are a hearty peoples …”

Then Anita went up to him and looked at him: “Boy,” she said to Steff, “if you don’t get up completely stupid, you are from the market here. Forever! She loves you, man! “

Steff Konsternized – I, stiff like a steel beam and stared at him, he too.

“You say it, Anita.” he said, came up to me, grabbed my head and kissed me so long and intimate that I thought I was melting. A kiss full of love and dedication. Erotic and soft. In seconds I got so wet that it ran down my inner legs and moistened my pants. Now I didn’t care, even if he sees it. My breath got faster and I hugged it. Now, yes, now came the moment when I just wanted to be a woman. In his kiss everything was transferred from him to me. He didn’t see me as a special feature – he saw me as a woman and only as a woman. He looked into my purple eyes, he looked at me. He found me nice how I was created and gently caressed my face.

“I love you two.” Whispered Anita.

We continued slowly and passed the house of Antonyi and Svetlana. As to be expected at this time, the two had their hands full again, only that Antonyi was sober this time. The quick and bright clap suggested that Antonyi took his beloved Svetlana from behind today. “Oh yes … Oh God yes …! Oaah …! ” Svetlana’s great voice and Antonyi grunted in the background.

Steff shook his head and grin. I knew exactly what was going on in his head. Because he had already met the two, our unequal couple in town. The little guy behind the huge …

Pjetra came towards us and interrupted my thoughts. It has also been lonely for so long and went through the streets alone. Her long legs gave her a certain elegance and a nice movement. Her breasts weigh back and forth with every step. When she put on her foot, she let her knee bend slightly forward. A beautiful course, I liked to watch her. But her lonely look was on the floor in front of her and she briefly greeted. So she passed.

Chapter 3: Tatyana's first time

“Then let’s go home.” I said and we said goodbye to Anita. She nodded us, smiled, turned and went. Hooked in Steff we went to my house. Another smell, sandalwood again. My home.

The targeted grip in the closet in the hallway brought an old Russian wine that I opened. My living room bordered on a terrace door with a view of the Tunguska level. I gave us in and I gave Steff his glass. He looked out into the dark. On the horizon only the red light of the high transmission mast, which stood on a hill for many kilometers away.

We definitely stood there without a word and drank our wine.

I put my hand on his back and he enjoyed it. I really hoped that he loved me. Really loved and not just pursue his instinct because he knows how starved I have to be, which I never told him.

Then he turned to me and asked: “Do I still need the guest room?”

I was startled, but not as usual. Because on this question there were a hundred other questions. What do I answer? I looked at him and just shook my head slightly. Then he turned to me, took me in my arm, so dense that my breast was pressing against him. He kissed me intimately and for a long time. Our tongues touched and I closed my eyes. This time this tingling went through my whole body. I encompassed his back and my other hand I put on his cheek. He easily put his head in my hand and now I was sure. This little gesture showed me what he felt. Trust, dedication and love. I took a closer look at him that my stomach was lying on his. It was as beautiful as in a dream. Oh and I felt it heated me up when he put his hands on my hips and pulled me slightly. The longer we kissed, the more excited I got and let my hips hike left and to the right. He breathed out vibrating over my ear and I felt his excitement. Oh, I was moist again that I thought I was running out.

I had to tell him now – I just had to give in to my nature:
“I want to be naked. Yes – I want you. ” I breathed in his ear. And he kept me even tighter, kissed me and said: “Yes – I am too.”

So I slowly led him to my bedroom where I lit two candles and we slowly pull out. I always had my bed nicely prepared and romantic. Now I opened the soft blanket and folded it to her side when I saw him naked. A real man with everything he made him, what he needed. And what he needed now had grown considerably, which showed me that he found me beautiful and desired. Slowly I let myself sink on my bed and leaned against the head end, stretched out my arms to him to invite him. His reluctance was delightful how slowly he came to me. First one knee on my bed, then the other. He came closer to me and kissed my cleavage, then my breasts. Slowly I opened my legs and he looked at my vulva, stroked my venus hill, kissed it and looked at me again. Yes – please continue. Just keep going. He straightened up and put his hands on my breasts very easily. As easy as he thinks they are made of soap bubbles. He should have six hands to include just one of my breasts. And he stroked her lovingly and kissed her. Then he covered my nipple with a small finger and thumb and kneaded them slightly.

Oh my god what is that? This touch drove through like an electric shock, down into my pearl and I groaned briefly. I felt how she swelled and pounded. My goodness, am I just coming? He let his tongue drive between my breasts to my Venus hill. In front of delight I threw my head back until I felt the wooden plate and continued to open my legs. Now he could see everything from me. The moment of perfect devotion has come. My thick swollen clit stood out and he only let his tongue slide over it. Then over my inner labia, which almost brought me around the mind. He kneaded my inner legs with his hands, now he had to notice how wet I am already. He now moved over me again, put his chest on my breasts and said quietly to me: “I see you are ready.”

“Yes – I am ready …” I said quietly with a trembling voice.

Then his glans touched my labia and he slowly let them slide between them. A hoarse moan escaped to me: “Yes – I want to feel you, completely. Come to me. “

And he completely slid into me until my labia touched him. Oh yes, for the first time I felt this wonderful feeling and clutched in. Then he pulled out his cock again and straightened up something to look at him, although I also prevent something to see it. It was such a nice sight to see his phallus wet brilliantly just to watch how he quickly lets him completely immerse yourself in me. “Aahhh … yes, that’s it!” I called quietly as I felt how it ran down on me, except for the bed sheet.

Slowly I started moving with him, pulled him to me in his rhythm and let him go again. A wonderful game and an electrifying tingling made up from my toes. It slowly ran over my knees and cook into my thighs. I gasped: “Oh what … Oh …!” He leaned on me and breathed my ear: “Yeah, sweet, yes, and let go of everything.” I kissed him intensively.

The tingling continues to crawl into my abdomen and I spread out. It was more and more opened until my whole pelvis only vibrated and twitched. Ahh, my God … what happens to me? I panted and in me a huge orgasm exploded that I only “Haaaaah! Could call and it flinched me everywhere.

He captured my fidgeting knees and watched me how I walled in the intoxication. Everything down there with me got wet, which I had never experienced before. When this incredible feeling of wellbeing slowly subsided, he lay down slightly on me and said quietly to me: “Oh – how nice my darling. It was nice to experience you. “

I support myself on my elbows and looked at him and me down there. He was still in me. Somehow it was a little embarrassing that I had done everything so wet and I just wanted to say that I couldn’t control it. But before I could say something he said:

“Sweet, everything ok. You sprayed, you let yourself go that much. This is quite normal and can happen. Nothing bad that needs to be uncomfortable. “

What a dear person he is. So I pulled him back to myself. My heavy breasts fell out and I pressed my upper arms on the side to the middle so that he lay on her. “Oaar yes. So, yes. ” escaped it to me. He breathed out loudly and enjoyed the touch of my breast and kissed me again, whereby he kept sliding into me, which now created a clearly audible, smacking sound. HHH – Oh yes, so nice, just keep going slowly, … keep on, … continue. He kept gently pushed into me and I felt his hardness deep inside me.

He banged his eyes on his hands and groaned loudly. Uuhhh…. Leaving him heard, something curled up and his mouth was open.

It got warm, almost hot inside when he came and splashed into me. One, two or three impulses. And it became slippery … I enjoyed every little bit. I felt his phallus twitched and pulsed. Just as it slowly calmed down and his hardness slowly subsided.

My first time. It was so wonderful, so loving, so exciting.

He easily laid on the side of me, one leg on my thigh, an arm under my neck and we smacked and kissed lovingly and tenderly. Then he pulled the blanket over us and we rested satisfied and full of delight. From time to time he kneaded my breasts tender and light. And whenever he grazed my soft nipples, I breathed a deep breath. Through him I found my erogenous zone. Even more, obviously I am exactly as sensitive as I am on my clit.

Again he made his hand with a finger and thumb into a ring and tightened my nipples in it. Holded and loosened again, pressed it again and let it go again. He watched my reactions exactly. My goodness – that’s crazy because this time the tingling came out of my breasts and ran down my stomach. Then into the pool.

I press my face on his: “Oah, yes, further. Please keep it up, yes, yes … ”He always spans a nipple while suddenly he kissed the other. Then he let his tongue circle around him. I couldn’t stop it anymore and came again very violently that I pressed my mouth on his neck. “FMMMMMF” sounded almost desperate in a rushed voice while a strong orgasm shook me.

“Well you are one for me …” he said quietly. “I am … above all … -eine- ..” I smiled at him and closed my eyes to enjoy the twitching. With his head in my armchair we slept until the next morning.

Chapter 4: The day after

When the morning dawn I woke up and looked over at him. He slept and breathed flat and evenly. No, it was not a dream. He was really here, with me, next to me. I peeled out of my blanket and sneaked into the bathroom to refresh me. Then very quietly in the kitchen to cook coffee. During the coffee I looked out of the large kitchen window into the sunrise. The clear morning made half the sun disc appear very bright, and the hills that still hidden the rest were hard to identify. I pinched my eyes a little.
The bubbling of the coffee machine brought me back into my kitchen from my cosmic thoughts and I gave a cup of coffee. I took him and went to my sleeping treasure. At his side of the bed I sat down and held the steaming coffee under his nose. A smile scurried over his face. “You are already awake.” I teased him. “Thanks for the coffee, sweet. Good morning So I like to wake up. Especially with this view. “
What did he mean by view? He took a big sip.

Ah – he said the view of my breasts, because they were very close to him. He apparently liked her more than I did. Often hung, or lay in the way. But we have more or less all the problem. He sat down and leaned against the wooden plate it was the head end of the bed. His left hand gently stroked my right breast from above, sideways to the outside. This light and delicate touch let me look down to see it too. Full of respect, caution and so loving. When his cup was empty he asked me for another. So I got up and went into the kitchen again to fill the cup. His gaze was on me. I just turned around when he said: “Please go slowly.” I just obeyed and went very slowly in short steps, watching me closely. He saw my nudity in the morning sun, my commuting breasts, the sides of my weighing buttocks. He watched my feet on how to put them on and my thighs, whose muscles were emerging in every step. When I reached him and gave him the mug, he only took a little sip and put the cup aside on the night box.

“I just wanted to see you going. Your gait is like music. Every swing, every little shoot is a symphony for my eyes. You are beautiful. Just beautiful and nice. Thank you for playing this little game, sweetie. “

Has you ever heard of something like that? So touching. I stroked his face and he pushed it into my hand as it was. He also enjoyed my touch. Is he alone as long as I was? I leaned over him and kissed him. He gently led my head with his big soft hands and our tongues around. Then he raised his blanket under which it was still nice and warm and I crawled underneath and on him without pressing him, although we kissed gently but also passionately. Huuh – again this tingling, which caused me to only have my pelvis circle minimally. My breast was on his chest. Steff loosened from our kisses, tended to my head to my breasts and kissed them. Oah, this kiss, because my breast is so sensitive. Then he kissed my big nipples, played around with his lips and sucked them tenderly. Points exploded in my head to star piles and bright colors. When he wrapped her up with his lips and clutched an unstoppable “Moaahh ..” from me and I felt that I became moist again. Then he took the other nipple and did the same. He caressed her with his lips so tender that I thought to crank through right away.
Then he put his hands on the sides of my breasts and let them swing slightly on the side. He enjoyed her with complete devotion. He enjoyed me. He put his hands in my waist and led my lap to his glans, which was already nicely up, because I felt how she grazed my pearl. Yes, move a little more, then I can take it in in me. I just wanted that now. I let my lap sink and felt his acorn slowly spread my labia and suddenly slipped completely into me. I breathed in loudly, as if you were startled, just to moan just as loud “hhh … oooah”. And he also hummed with pleasure and breathed louder than usual. He caressed my breast, although I rode him very slowly. He saw that my soft inner thighs on his editions and formed. Now I could determine how I liked it. Now I settled on him with all my weight. My hind leg was up, his cock deep inside me, “Aahhh” I groaned hoarse and threw my head back. “Oh yes, HHH – that’s good. Uhh yes that’s it. ” he agreed. I stayed like that for a moment to feel it. I felt filled out, complete, as a whole.I felt his hard rod in me, warm, pleasantly pulsating, whereby he stroked me everywhere. Then I supported myself on his chest, lifted my lap and looked under me. Steff took my breasts and pushed them aside so that I could see better how his shaft is in me. “Oh God yes, that’s horny. Fuck, that’s horny. ” I groaned and let my lap up and down. This feeling of being filled in, this friction of his glans in me and the warmth made me tremble. I was very close again what he noticed and held me when I wanted to let him slide completely again. “Sch … ..” he made: “Slowly – wait and enjoy.”

Oh no, when I am so short, he let his cock slide out of me. I looked down and saw him in his splendor. Shimmering drops of my love juice fell on his glans and I really wanted to have it back in me. “What are you doing?” I asked him desperately.

He just smiled and said, come down. But now he determined the speed at which I sinked and smacked my pussy picked him up again. I could have screamed with lust, I was so excited. “Let me come …” I asked him. He bent her slightly, took one of my breasts, wrapped the nipple with his lips and gently clutched them. Heaven, what… I winced and could only jerkily raise and lower my pelvis. Down away from the neck and from the toes upwards, two heat waves rest into my center of lust. When they met the orgasm back and forth, so strong that I had to hold on to the side so as not to fall, with Steff held my forearms. In the summit of these ectasis, my vagina suddenly relaxed and I splashed in a thin jet on his stomach, which you could hear it hissed softly. It had to get out, uncontrolled, I couldn’t know a cry that I did not know from myself, which also irritated me a little. I lifted all over the body, Steff held and pressed myself on myself so that I could calm down in absolute security. “Oh yes my darling,” he said: “Oh yes, it’s nice how you love and riding. Yeah … kiss me! “

I chipped chopped off and still navigating, kissed him a little angular and snuggled up to him. We rested for a few minutes. Warmth continued to spread. My squirts everywhere. On my stomach now, on our legs to just chest. Craziness.

“And what about you?” I asked him.

“It’s all ok. I had my joy, sweetness. And I still have it. “

So he doesn’t necessarily have to get to the climax to be satisfied. So far it was new to me. I always thought men …

“No,” he said. “Not always. Sometimes enjoyment and sex itself is much more than the climax. “

“Tell me hear my thoughts?”

“Yes, your yes.”

We showered, we had breakfast. Then he went out of the house without a word. I wondered a little and looked out of the kitchen window. He sat in the wild meadow and looked towards the hill where the broadcast mast was standing, whose red lamp is seen in the evening. What may go through his head? He had certainly not planned to meet me here. I was unsettled. My heart spoke of great love but my mind knew that he was only in transit. Then, after a while he rose and came in. He put on his shoes, strapped his backpack, went to the gun cabinet, took his shotgun and the cartridges. It burned in my chest. My eyes attached to him. Then he came up to me. Now he will tell me that he leaves me. That he continues. He said: “I go a duck to us, I will be here again at noon. And something else, sweet … “

Now it comes … my heart raced and I hardly got any air. “May I stay with you? I love you.”

The morning sun warmed my face. I was sitting in front of the house on my bank. From the direction of the heights, where some pools and other waters are, some shots echoed, with the typical echo from all directions. After a quarter of an hour I took my binoculars and searched the horizon for him from which the shots came. Then I saw how he went even firm step, calmly, in the right the shotgun, in the left a duck. It tore me off the bank, clapped my hands and hopped with joy. Immediately ran into the kitchen and set up water. Quickly into the basement, get potatoes, peel, finish everything. I still had a cauliflower. I left the door open for him. When the potatoes were already in the water, I saw him through the window. Then he comes – my lover. My goodness, how much I already loved it after just one day.

“I’m back…!” He called outside. I scurried towards him and fell around his neck. With duck and shotgun in his hands, he hugs me and hearted me. I kissed him … “I was so terribly unsure.” I confessed to him. “I know,” he said, “how should you be sure? But I would like to stay here. I want to stay with you. I’m complete with you. Maybe we can explore the region together? “

“We can do that and we will. I have a surprise there in the shed. ” I went up and opened the dandruff.

“Boah. You have a Lada Taiga Urban. Mega! ” he was amazed.

“With all -wheel drive drive” I proudly added.

His light blue eyes beamed at me. Yes, that’s how they are. Men and cars. An everlasting love. “Here, the key.” I gave him the angel -shaped trailer.

“There are two keys, what is the other for?” he asked.

“For my house and my heart.” Holded his hand and looked at him firmly. It was only a few seconds later that I saw the waterline glitter in his eyes, he was so touched by my trust in him.

The duck was wonderful and we were full. He said that he had to buy a package or two of the scrap cartridges and whether you can get them here in town. I explained to him that we best go to Tanya to her arms business. And caliber 12 × 70 ammunition she certainly has it. After a few minutes in the midday sun we set off towards Tanya’s gun bunker. In the meantime, my phone vibrated and Anita message came in by Telegram. Whether we wanted to meet for coffee again. Svetlana and Antonyi would also come. Steff agreed and we were looking forward to the meeting. Tanya was one of the darker guys among us Tunguska women. She learned gunsmith and turned her job. Her complexion was reminiscent of the southern origin. Who knows whether there was an Armenian or Uzbek in the ancestor series. Like most of us, she was very lavish, she had shiny hair, which she reached into her knees. But mostly she put it up. In addition an unusually deep voice. A wonderful full female, as it is in the book. Her dark brown eyes had a color that made it impossible to make out her pupil. This made her mysterious and attractive in a special way. Also Tanya – alone for decades. Eight decades – to be more precise.

“Oh – who did you bring with you?” Tanya’s voice boomed through the shop.

Steff went towards her and imagined. He also got down to business right away and asked about ammunition. Tanya put the red packets on the counter and they calculated. “Tatyaaaana …?”

Oh man yes, I knew what she wanted.

“Who is that …? That’s a sweetie. ” Tanya. Typical. Straight out.

“This is my darling.” I was suddenly brave.

“Oaaa nee! I don’t believe it. Just had to be eighty to finally someone … or how old are you now? “

“Three and ninety”

“Well, that’s not an age!” she called extra loud. Steff turned and pulled the eyebrows up. I knew that he probably couldn’t get as old as we were. On the one hand, sad, on the other hand – what can you do except to buy the time together? We left Tanya’s shop, I put my ammunition packs in my handbag and walked through the town via deliberate detours. I showed him the shop line. The church square, the market square and the beautiful houses in the half -timbered district. Then the old school. Yes – unfortunately we no longer need them, so she was empty. Once a year we met around them, cleaning windows, wipe through. We sat there as children.

“Everything is very strange.” said Steff.

Chapter 5: The good news

Svetlana and Antonyi had already taken a seat outside in front of the coffee and secured a table. We could already see the big Svetlana at the end of the street, which led to the main street at which the coffee is. She just couldn’t be overlooked. “Naaa you two?” Asked Svetlana tastically and of course super curious again.

“How did you like the guest room?” She asked Steff in a somewhat provocative tone.

Steff recognized that and again I saw how much he is in balance. He leaned back and struck his legs on top of each other. He pulled a package cigarillos out of his jacket pocket, lit one, and in a godly serenity and innate nonchalance, he blew the first train smoke, made an open hand movement with the burning cigarillo between his fingers and replied:

“I didn’t need it, good woman.”

An answer that had even more questions raised in Svetlana. Horny – I could laugh myself, how cool is that?

Then she was sitting, our giant. Antonyi grinned. Her lower lip trembled because she probably wanted to ask all her questions at once but did not bring it together. I wanted to burst with laughter. Svetlana completely unsafe, totally disarmed, I had never seen her that way.

After a few seconds of silence, Steff broke: “In order to no longer let her in the unclear, dear Svetlana, Tatyana and I are now a couple of lovers.”

I swallowed and waited for Svetlana’s reaction.

“Neeeee, is it true?” Svetlana’s eyes flew between Steff and me back and forth … “And, and … do you have, now – have you … close?”

“Had sex? Yes – and not just once. ” she interrupted Steff.

Svetlana squeaks: “Oh – how nice, just out and …”

Again Steff interrupted her to end her sentence: “… honestly I am?”

“Yes, I wanted to say that.” testified Svetlana and pointed with waving index finger on Steff.

Steff added something – and I thought I didn’t hear properly:
“Incidentally, it is a stimulating experience to listen to both of the Biem birds, which is inevitable.” Steff smiled slightly cheeky.

Svetlana frozed and looked at him. Steff did not take her eyes off and took a train from the cigarillo. Svetlana loosened from Steff’s look, let himself fall into the back of the chair, showed her finger on all of us alternately and said: “Did you hear that? He speaks our language. A guy that fits here. Here to us Tunguska women! And – do you want to stay? “

Steff looked at me and said: “Yes, I would like to do that.”

“I’m not taking it !!” – Svetlana besides herself, “One more man – you heard, Antonyi – one more man, and our sweet Taty is in tight hands – how nice is that?”

Exuberant as she was always, she clapped her huge back of the hand on Antonyi’s chest, the with a chair tilted backwards and his fall was only prevented from the flower pot placed behind it. Antonyi reported pressed and coughing: “..I love them.” We laughed.

Anita just came up with us and Jenna to record the order.

Jenna: “What are you so loud and happy?”

Svetlana: “The two are now a couple and he wants to stay with us! We have to celebrate that, Jenna! “

Jenna called as loud:

“Coffee on the house! Half price ice and cake! How do one man have more among us! A man of Tatyana! Tatyana is no longer lonely! “

Johl the whole place. Boar and calls from all corners. Tens of women came in and greeted us. They welcomed Steff. Yes – kissed him. Steff totally surprised. The face full of lipstick and the hair dismantled, he was still sitting. Around him and above him – everything full of thick breasts and muscles of our women. Mela, who always wore too far shirt, hugged him from behind and kissed him on the head, with her breasts fell on his shoulders and stiff under their weight. Steff rose – he had tears in his eyes and in a voice only these words to us: “You are so nice – keep it! I thank you from the bottom of my heart. “

A murmur went through the crowd. They looked at him because they hadn’t expected that. Some started to cry, others nodded in agreement. They brought him small flower containers and all kinds of little things as a gift. Steff totally overwhelming and touched. Jenna brought us coffee and a small cake for Steff.

“Be welcome.” she said.

Anita was only crying and I held her in her arms all the time. My dear Anita. My best girl friend. When the turmoil had settled something, I heard the radio, the sound of which extended to the terrace, already announced news. The happy message. And that is now the proportion of men here at 16%. 16% men. So many lonely souls, – well – I knew that, but Steff, who had undoubtedly heard that, was now clear. Steff divided the cake below us and in the afternoon we separated and went our ways. Steff and I went home and were looking forward to our evening ritual. The walk with Anita through the streets. Anita, now that I was able to make my first love experiences with Steff, I realized what she was not allowed to experience so far. Because she was not the type for a short -term visitor just to be satisfied. Anita is stored similar to me, she wants a man to love. Steff said that he then wanted to look for a job here.

“What can you?” I asked him.

“Oh – I am a craftsman. What I prefer to do is repair. Electronic devices, radio devices, for example or radios. Climate systems and aggregates. But also aircraft. I worked in aviation for many years. “

“Maybe you can go on hand in her gun shop? She has been looking for someone who can represent it for a long time or sometimes small auxiliary workers when they have to repair like one of our rifles. ”

“Hmm,” he considered, “that would be something new, but I like to learn.”

I will ask Tanya and I am sure that she likes to accept him.

Steff stop. “And I have to count on it, maybe the tanya …”

“Becomes attacking?” I intercepted him.

“Yes, you always have to count here. But we are gentle beings and you don’t have to fear that it throws you on the ground and falls over you. ” I laughed at him. “But if you make her if you make her and I’m sure, sometimes touching the butt or in the crotch … don’t take it bad.”

Steff weighed his head back and forth and nodded at the same time. I heard his thoughts, whereupon he had got involved but is certain to deal with it. I found him with a cheeky look: “You will survive it!”

He nodded me with a sloping head, took a cigarillo out of the package, lit it and took a strong train.

Chapter 6: Time

He loves. Happy over everyone, every day, every year. A life without him had become unimaginable for me. We explored the region, thousands of kilometers. How the run of things is, today I am 121 years old. He went home last week. About the rainbow bridge, as we always say here. They come and they go. They die. Our beloved men. Only we stay behind.

I stand in front of the mirror. The many photos from the years, trapped between the frame and glass. It’s silent in my house. A gray morning, soon the long winter will come. I think I take my coat and his shotgun. A nice weapon. I often think about how he held her in his soft hands, cleaned and cleaned her. I’ll see what I can find. I breathe in the cool air and go in the same direction in which Steff always went to hunt ducks. Hours, always towards the hill, where the broadcast mast is still. There is the bridge over the slope, leads over to the other side. Lined with rugged rocks, the small river winds deep down through the rock.
My eyes roam across the horizon, where I always saw his silhouette when he came back. Thirty and fulfilled years. I can be satisfied. The women’s heart loves endless.

A few steps and I reach the slope edge. The quiet noise of the river deep below me. I miss it so much that I have the feeling that it tears me off. My name is the last thing he said to me. “Tatyana.” Then he closed his eyes.

I would have preferred to have gone before or with him than to have to endure his loss. Gone – yes. My look down on my feet. On a firm reason. I see the silver water of the river.

Only one step.

– End –