Village harlot
"You're early today," Liza said in surprise, taking off her wet raincoat and hanging it on a hook on the porch.
"Yeah, I decided to find out what time my wife gets home from work," Sergei uttered in a displeased tone.
"You know I finish exactly at five,"
Liza frowned, squeezing the wet moisture from her hair.She decidedly did not understand why her husband had started such a strange conversation, more resembling a scene of jealousy? Sergei was a full 18 years older than Liza, and periodically staged scenes for her, for example, over harmless chatter with male readers, over a skirt he deemed too short, over her favorite tight white trousers which she often wore to work, in general, he often behaved rudely with his wife and went crazy with jealousy. He even threatened to beat her up if he saw Liza alone with some man.
"You're weak in the front, Lizka!" he would say, "I didn't take you as a virgin when I married you."
What was true, was true — Liza got married having sexual experience in an open field, foolishly giving herself to a young scoundrel — the son of the village head, Pavel, who, as they say, used her and threw her away, marrying the well-off daughter of the village store director. The girl experienced no small shame when she came to the young couple's wedding and shed tears, standing by the wall and looking at the happy groom in an elegant suit. Only the lazy didn't discuss the story of Lizka's moral fall afterwards, adding their own fabrications — that she was supposedly seen naked in the field, or how she pleased Slavka the combine operator with her mouth, who had three children, and much more. All of it was lies, but you can't put a handkerchief over someone else's mouth, as they say. So the nickname "The Harlot" stuck to her. Lizka's parents burned with shame when the latest gossip about their daughter reached them, and even wanted to send her to a remote village, to her grandmother, but then fate presented them with a magnificent gift. The local bachelor and enviable, though not young, suitor, precinct officer Sergei Ivanovich, proposed to Lizka, and the happy relatives gladly offloaded the loose woman onto him, without even asking for her consent.
After a modest wedding, people stopped pointing fingers at Liza, respecting and fearing the authority of her husband, and now gossiped about her in half-whispers. Her neighbors claimed they heard the harlot's loud moans every night — how she makes love with her husband and gets off on it. Well, she's a whore!
Sergei Ivanovich, perfectly aware of his wife's past, turned into a pathological jealous man. He loved Lizka, and was insanely afraid that she would cheat on him and disgrace him before the villagers. The girl, it must be said, gave him no reason to think of her in such a way, but her bad reputation did its job and now Liza had to justify herself to Sergei every day.
"Imagine, our director decided to keep the reader card catalog and book inventory on a computer! And he's also planning to get internet in the library," Liza shared her work news, wanting to change the unpleasant topic for her.
"And what does that mean? Are they sending you to the city for courses? I won't allow it!" her husband immediately cut her off and angrily slammed his mug on the table.
"No, no," the girl hurried to answer, "they hired a computer specialist, from Moscow itself. He will teach me how to use a PC."
"What kind of computer specialist? A man, or what?"
Liza lowered her gaze, fearing an outburst of anger. Yes, a man from Moscow was coming — to teach her computer skills. This information made the saddened Liza's head spin. Just think, she would learn to operate an electronic machine! No one in Novoselovka could use a PC, and she would be pressing the snow-white keyboard with black letters every day and looking at the bright blue screen. The computer had already been delivered and solemnly installed on a table in the reading room. Liza had been looking at it all day today, wiping it with a cloth and stroking the enticing buttons with her hand.
"Damn them, what have they come up with!" her husband cursed. "Listen to me, Lizka, if that... Muscovite so much as lays a finger on you — I'll kill him!"
More than once Liza wanted to suggest her husband change positions or try something new in their lovemaking, but she was afraid he would start interrogating her: where did his beloved wife pick up such indecency? Probably all the rumors about her were true, if ordinary marital duty didn't satisfy her! Lizka wanted fucking, like in the movies. Sergei seriously believed that only prostitutes engaged in oral, anal sex and different positions, and to suggest such things to a wife meant considering her a promiscuous slut. That's how his strictest mother raised him, who was unsatisfied by her perpetually drunk father.
Liza prepared for marital sex and habitually spread her legs. She wasn't wearing panties, as Sergei asked his wife to sleep without them (against his mother's wishes!) and at night sometimes placed his huge palm on her curly pubic mound.
Her husband hesitated and was in no hurry to insert his risen member into Liza.
"Liz, oh Liz, touch it with your hand," Sergei Ivanovich suddenly asked quietly.
Liza was surprised by her husband's request, but she took his thick, sausage-like genital in her hand. Without waiting for further instructions from her spouse, she began to lightly jerk the cock. Sergei wanted a blowjob, like the one Tanka from the store recently gave him — the local slut, whom all the village men from 18 to 50 used. Deceived wives had repeatedly tried to beat up the depraved woman, but suffered failure. The huge, large-framed Tanka fought off the enraged women with her heavy fists, even sending some to the hospital after fights. Since then, the women avoided her store and preferred to pretend they didn't know about their husbands' escapades to avoid confrontations with Tanka. The saleswoman gave a first-class blowjob, and precinct officer Sergei Ivanovich took advantage of this, fining her for an expired product. In the back room, the fat young woman gladly pleased the inexperienced man with her mouth and even hinted at sex to fully work off the fine, but Sergei Ivanovich preferred to fuck his 23-year-old beauty of a wife rather than some fat girl. He came in her throat and, tucking his member back into his pants, returned to the precinct. That's why he didn't make a scandal with Lizka about her having to work side by side with an outsider man, because he felt a slight guilt towards his wife, though he didn't consider a blowjob to be cheating.
"Liz, oh Liz, take it in your mouth."
"What if he's testing me like this? If I agree, it means I'm a whore," thought Liza, continuing to caress her husband's penis with her palm.
"I'm not testing you, don't be afraid! I know that"
"you didn't suck Slavka off, he hasn't been able to get it up for a long time, he has a male disease, I forgot what it's called. Touch my cock with your lips, and then lick it with your tongue," Sergei Ivanovich tried to remember in detail how Tanka gave him a blowjob, so his wife could replicate it.Liza made up her mind and pressed her lips to her husband's member. She herself was eager to know what this thing tasted like. She encircled the hard penis with a tight ring and began licking the scarlet head with her tongue. A transparent drop emerged from the small hole and Liza's mouth became salty. Excitement took hold of her, and the faithful wife swallowed the cock all the way to the base, sending her husband into a frenzy of delight. And only when he came, filling Lizka's mouth with semen, did he realize how much he had missed out on. How harsh his mother had been with him, raising her son in old, worthless traditions!
Then he fucked Lizka so hard that her stomach shook, and her light hair became damp from the sweat streaming onto her forehead from her heated husband. Unexpectedly for herself, the girl experienced an amazing orgasm, the first in a year and a half of living together with Sergei. Satisfied with each other, the spouses slept until dawn.
The next morning Liza hurried to work. After yesterday's release, she felt like a light, fluttering butterfly, a sexy, enchanting, and desirable girl. Today she was adorned in a new turquoise-colored dress that barely reached her knees, and went so wonderfully with Liza's blue eyes and light hair. The library director — an elderly man named Arkady Savelyevich — was already waiting for his employee in her subordinate reading room, and not alone, but in the company of a tall young man of pleasant appearance, dressed fashionably.
"And here's our Lizochka!" exclaimed Arkady Savelyevich. "Meet Alexey, this lovely girl is the one you are to teach computer literacy."
Alexey stepped towards the stunned Liza and amiably extended his hand.
"Good morning! I'm Alexey from Moscow."
"And I'm Liza from Novoselovka," she answered somewhat naively, amusing the Muscovite with her timidity.
"Very nice. Liza, sit at the computer, I'll show you how to handle it now."
The girl, like a diligent schoolgirl, sat down at her workplace, which was now adorned with a brand-new computer, took out a notebook to jot down the main points, and began listening to Alexey.
By evening, her head was spinning from the abundance of information. Liza got up from her seat, staggered, and grabbed the tabletop.
"Liza, sorry, I probably tired you out," Alexey caught himself. "I didn't think I was loading you with so much information for so long. Let me walk you home, you look so exhausted, you might fall somewhere."
"No need, I'm fine," the girl got scared.
The last thing she needed was to walk down the street with the Muscovite — the kind-hearted villagers would report it to her husband in a flash, and then there would be trouble for both of them — Sergei had warned her.
"Sure? Well, then until tomorrow!"
The computer specialist said goodbye to the exhausted beauty Lizochka and strode briskly out of the library, his fashionable sneakers gleaming. "How funny she is, this Lizochka, naive, village prude, I'd tumble with her in the hayloft or wherever they fuck women in this backwater?" the young man entertained himself with thoughts as he made his way to his temporary lodging. He was settled with the lonely granny Nyura, who was impatiently waiting for her Muscovite tenant at the set table. The best pickles, mushrooms, sauerkraut, and, of course, moonshine had been brought up from the cellar. Over drinks, granny Nyura blabbed all the gossip about Lizka, adding her own fabrications for full satisfaction. After the feast, Alexey fell asleep with the thought that he would definitely fuck this village slut, the local slut wouldn't dare refuse him, she'd even be glad that a guy from the capital paid attention to her. "Perhaps I'll fuck her right in the reading room, among the bookshelves."
Early in the morning, Liza sat in the reading room and reviewed yesterday's material, reading her notes. Alexey was late. After drinking the moonshine, his head was splitting and he sat by the well for a long time, scooping cold water. Granny Nyura chuckled at him, saying, look how weak these Muscovites have become, probably only drink their beer in the capital. Is that a drink for a real man? Moonshine, that's the real thing!
Finally, the capital's guest appeared at the library and, desperately reeking of hangover breath, began teaching Lizochka, sometimes allowing himself liberties like touching her hand, head, hair, sometimes pressing his leg against her thigh and mentally laughing when she flinched from these touches. "Playing the virgin, village harlot!" Alexey understood immediately, but decided not to retreat from his intentions. And he wasn't the least bit afraid of her cop husband — he'd broken tougher guys! "If he's still living with such a whore, he'll tolerate one more lover in her collection."
"That's it, I can't take it anymore! Let's break for lunch," Alexey said around eleven o'clock, "will you go get some sandwiches?"
"I have food with me," the girl replied and took out a raspberry pie and a thermos of tea from her bag.
"That's great!" the Moscow teacher rejoiced and rubbed his hands. "I'll just close the door to the reading room so no one bursts in. It's somehow unbecoming, having a snack here in the middle of the workday."
Liza agreed with Alexey to please him. Arkady Savelyevich had ordered her to "treat the capital's guest with respect and fulfill all his whims." After devouring a huge piece of pie, the Muscovite moved closer to Lizochka and placed his palm on her knee. The girl almost choked on her tea and immediately carefully removed the impudent hand.
"Why are you putting on airs, huh?" Alexey asked in a completely different, rough tone.
"Alexey, I'm married, and you're here... groping me!" Liza said reproachfully.
"Come on, I know all about you, they've already told me."
Liza blushed to the tips of her ears and silently got up from her seat, but Alexey, grabbing her by the wrist, pulled her back onto the chair, then put one arm around her shoulders and with the other hand went for the neckline of her blouse. Liza kicked and pushed away the capital's pest, but still couldn't completely break free. The dandy leaned his face towards hers and plunged into her sweet lips with a kiss, invaded her mouth with his tongue and began kissing her as no one had ever kissed poor Liza before. She tried to dodge, but Alexey found her mouth again, and again shoved his hot tongue into it, holding the back of her head firmly. Having felt her breasts and satisfied with their size, the Muscovite slipped his hand under Liza's skirt. Through her panties, his fingers pricked the hairs growing on the girl's pubic mound. The guy was aroused to the limit — his cock was ready to explode from the wild desire for this village trollop who loved to play the prude. Why she didn't shave her pubic hair — only God knows, but this fact greatly excited him. Capital girls flaunted shaved pussies, and Lizonka's curly thicket was a novelty to him. Alexey wanted to immediately get into her panties and feel with his fingers the hospitable hole, which, he was sure, was already oozing moisture from his hot kisses.
His plans were thwarted by an insistent knock on the door, followed by a male shout: "Liza! Are you here? Open up. Why is it locked during working hours?" The girl, as if scalded, jumped up, forcefully pushing away the pest who had loosened his grip, and on the go straightening her skirt, ran to unlock the door. Cursing, Alexey adjusted his cock in his pants, assumed a serene expression, and began fiddling with the computer. The director had come to check how things were going. He had high hopes for his subordinate's intelligence and expected that after the departure of the Moscow genius, Liza could teach others who wanted to use the computer. Arkady Savelyevich was surprised that his charge was glad to see him, though she looked like a ruffled sparrow with a red face. It never occurred to the old man that Liza had been crudely harassed just minutes before, and had he known — he would have kicked the capital's hotshot out of Novoselovka with his feet for wanting to defile the kingdom of books with indecency.
For the rest of the day, Liza fended off the persistent and impudent hands of the teacher, barely waiting for the clock to strike 5:00 PM. She didn't even properly remember what Alexey had taught her, only one desire sat in her head — to run home, hide in her native refuge from the temptation in the form of a young, passionate guy who kept trying to get under her skirt. Liza thought about his kisses half the night, terribly relieved that her husband hadn't come onto her today, as he was not in the mood.
So as not to provoke Alexey, the next day Liza came to the library in wide pants and a tightly buttoned-up blouse, only leaving her beautiful hair loose over her shoulders, as she didn't recognize any hair clips. The Muscovite snorted loudly with laughter when he saw the girl in