Summer in the Village. Part 6
"Well, now we can have some beer, Vitalyevna. Thank you. You really helped me out," Igor said in a pleased voice, waiting for me to finish with the old woman and for her to get up from the table.
"Thank you, boys. I really relaxed today. I washed with the bath brooms, steamed, and got some pleasure," said Baba Zoya, taking a jar of beer from the table, thoughtfully opened for her by the young handyman.
The elderly woman's eyes were literally glowing with happiness, and her beautiful face was content. And no wonder, she had just been fucked by two young guys, and Zoya Vitalyevna had gotten satisfaction.
"Let's go sit on the bench outside and drink our beer there. It's hot in here," suggested Baba Zoya, and we agreed with her.
It was indeed quite hot in the bathhouse, despite being in the anteroom. But outside it was noticeably cooler, though still warm. The sun had been unbearably hot during the day, and it had only cooled down a little at night. So it was quite comfortable to sit naked on the bench near the bathhouse, drinking beer and smoking American cigarettes.
"Rain will gather by morning. There'll be a thunderstorm. Good thing you boys brought the firewood from the forest. After the rain, there'll be nothing to do there for several days until it dries out," the old woman told me and Igor, pointing to the heat lightning flashing in the distance over the fields.
The night was moonless, dark, and stuffy. Usually, thunderstorms are born on nights like these. And one of them was raging several dozen kilometers away from us, bringing distant rolls of thunder from the fields.
"We'll find work at home, Vitalyevna. We'll deal with the firewood. It needs to be sawed and split. I plan to build a proper woodshed. To hold more logs. Kostya and I will prepare so much firewood. Enough for two winters with a reserve," said Igor, taking a drag from his cigarette, sitting on the bench, with his hand on Baba Zoya's thigh.
Now the house of the elderly woman who had taken him in had become his home too, and the guy felt like the master there.
"You're our builder, Igyorek. All the construction work in the house is on you. And we really do need to build a woodshed. I'm more than sure our Zorya will be fine. And you'll bring a lot of firewood from the forest on her. It won't fit in the old woodshed. And you two boys build a shed for the mare over the summer. We'll put hay in this one. There's no room for the horse. We can get the material for free from the forest. Poles, rafters. It all grows in the forest. Only the boards will have to be bought. And the roofing felt. But that's much cheaper already," the old woman told us dreamily, sitting between us on the bench, hugging me and Igor around the shoulders.
Zoya Vitalyevna was incredibly happy about the circumstance that she had acquired two free workers for indefinite use and also excellent fuckers. The young guys had cured her of illnesses and brightened her life in the village in her old age.
"No problem, Vitalyevna. I've built so many of these sheds already. I could knock them out with my eyes closed. Good that we'll have our own transport. And we'll find trees for building in the forest. I see you have oaks and aspens growing here. Just what's needed for a shed," Igor took a drag, and in the darkness, a red glow lit up at the end of his cigarette.
For a while we sat, smoked, keeping our hands on the thighs of the naked old woman sitting between us. Then she called us into the house.
"Let's go to the table, boys. Otherwise the potatoes have probably gotten completely cold. And there's nothing to do outside. In an hour or two, I think the storm will reach us. But it's not scary for us. We'll be in bed under the blanket by that time," said Zoya Vitalyevna, getting up from the bench and peering anxiously at the fields beyond the village.
And there, heat lightning was already flashing in full force, and the distant thunder had gotten closer. It was clear that the rain with the thunderstorm would descend on the village not by morning, as Baba Zoya thought, but already at night and very soon. And in that case, it was better to go into the house and lock the doors behind us.
"Sit down, boys, at the table. I'll feed you. You're good lads. You worked well in the forest. And we had a good steam in the bath together," the old woman told us when we came into the house from the yard and sat down at the table.
Zoya Vitalyevna threw on a light cotton robe, and we put on our underwear. Of course, we could have sat at the table naked, but it was somehow awkward in front of the old woman; she was in a robe, and we were bare. And besides, if you see each other naked all the time, you could lose interest in sex. After all, it largely arises at the sight of a naked body. For example, it was a shock for me to see naked Baba Zoya through a crack in the partition. But now, when I had already seen her naked enough, my interest in her body had waned. And the clever Zoya Vitalyevna understood that. She didn't put on her daughter's erotic lingerie for nothing. To arouse our interest in her. And she succeeded. At dinner, the old woman poured me and Igor a shot of vodka each, but she didn't drink with us. Explaining that she'd had enough beer and her blood pressure might rise after the bath.
"Have a bite, boys. But don't eat too much. I still have a little 'job' for you. Not very hard, but pleasant in every way," the old woman told me and Igor, sitting with us at the table.
Zoya Vitalyevna herself ate little, mostly poking her fork in the frying pan with potatoes, and from the elderly woman's behavior, it was clear she was excited about something. Baba Zoya kept glancing at the TV with the VCR standing on a nightstand in the corner. And when me and Igor had a good bite of the drunk vodka with fried potatoes in lard and cucumbers, the elderly woman got up and went to her room behind the partition, telling us to move to the sofa.
"I'll be a minute, boys. I'll get myself in order, and you sit on the sofa for now. And move the table against the wall. It'll be in our way," our elderly lover said to me and Igor, smiling mysteriously.
"Probably putting on stockings with a garter belt and a wig on her head again. Her getup grabs me terribly. My dick instantly gets hard," Igor told me, moving the table to the wall together with me.
"Same here, buddy. But I like black lingerie on a woman's body more. But white is arousing too," I answered Igor, feeling my cock getting hard as a rock.
The handyman guy was right, Baba Zoya had gone to her room to put on her daughter's erotic lingerie and would now come out to us half-naked, clicking her high heels on the floor, in a sexy outfit.
"I don't understand, where did the VCR remote go?" Igor asked me perplexedly, looking for the VCR remote control on the TV.
We decided to start a porno and get turned on before the old woman came out to us.
"Don't look, Igyorek. I was watching movies during the day and took the remote to my room. I'll turn it on now," Baba Zoya's voice rang out, and she came out to us in the hall from her bedroom holding the VCR remote in one hand, and in the other hand the elderly woman was clutching a tube of cream.
And as expected, Zoya Vitalyevna came out to us in the hall, clicking her high heels on the floor, and the elderly woman was wearing my mother's erotic lingerie. But not white, like last time, but black, and on the old woman's head instead of a light wig was a wig of artificial hair dyed a youthful blue color. My mother used to love wigs, and she had a collection in different colors. But for a long time now, Mom Lena hadn't worn wigs, and so as not to throw them in the trash, she dumped them on her elderly mother in the village along with other things.
"Vitalyevna! You never cease to amaze us. My dick is definitely going to burst right now," exclaimed Igor, taking off his underwear, and the handyman guy's cock was indeed hard as a rock from excitement, as was mine.
Black women's lingerie, be it panties, stockings, or bras, wildly excited me. And now, seeing it on my grandmother, I got seriously turned on. I took off my underwear following Igor's example and stood before the old woman naked, with a rock-hard cock, pre-cum dripping from the tip from excitement. I saw before me the elderly mother of my mother Lena, made up like a whore and with a blue wig on her head. On her legs were pulled black nylon stockings with garters, and on her stomach was a belt of the same color. Clips were attached to it below, and the stockings' elastic bands hooked onto them.
"Well, what did you expect, boys. I have to look sexy for you. I want you to love me. And the things my mother brought for Kostya need to be worn in front of someone sometime. No point in them gathering dust in the closet," Baba Zoya said in a pleased voice, seeing from our reactions that she had made an impression, and for good measure, she twirled on her heels.
Accordingly, there were no panties or bra on the old woman, and her plump, convex ass, resembling a soccer ball, shone from lubricant. Zoya Vitalyevna had smeared her ass with cream for some reason, but not the buttocks themselves, but a little lower, and when she turned her back to me and Igor, it was clearly noticeable.
"While you were in the forest, I watched something, and one scene from the film got to me. I want to try this with you, boys. I just want to. I'm afraid, though," the old woman told us in an excited voice and, standing near the sofa, turned on the VCR.
And an image appeared on the TV screen. A gray-haired elderly woman, dressed in a pink peignoir, sits on a sofa in a room and looks with interest at a magazine containing color photographs of half-naked young guys. Under each photo was a phone number. And as I guessed, the depraved old woman was looking at a magazine with photos and addresses of young male strippers who could be called to the house. And after a short search, the old woman in the pink peignoir finds what she was looking for and immediately calls the phone. After a while, there's a ring at her apartment, and not one but several young guys enter her room. The gray-haired old lady greets them with open arms, and after a short foreplay, the old woman treats the guys to wine, and they get down to 'business'.
The elderly porn actress takes off her pink peignoir, which practically covered nothing anyway and was worn over her naked body. She flirts with the guys who came to her, then sucks their horse-sized cocks. A mandatory scene, as I noticed, in all porn films. And with a demonstrative cumshot on the porn actress's face. For clarity. After that, the gray-haired old woman lies down on the sofa and spreads her legs, slapping her palm on her pubic area, which, unlike the gray hair on her head, was covered with black hairs. But the hairs on her pussy were sparse and short, and through them, the slit of her vagina was visible. The guys take turns licking the old woman's pussy, and their cocks get hard again from this.
But then something happened that me and Igor didn't expect to see. Judging by the handyman guy's surprised look at the TV screen, he hadn't seen this scene yet. And there, the depraved gray-haired old woman takes a bottle of cream from the table and smears lube on one of the guy's cockhead. But only one. The other guy remains without lube, and he lies on the sofa on his back. And the old woman, finishing smearing the other guy's cockhead, climbs onto the sofa and sits down on top, vagina onto the cock of the guy lying on his back, leaning forward as much as possible and sticking her ass out back. The porn actor guy, whose cockhead was smeared with lube, also climbed onto the sofa, but he positioned himself behind the old woman and inserted his cock into her anus. The elderly porn actress groaned deeply, sitting simultaneously on the young guys' cocks with her vagina and anus, and the most perverted fucking, in my opinion, began. The young guys fucked the old woman in two holes, one in the ass and the other in the pussy, and she moaned heavily from it. But the old lady felt good, judging by the expression on her face and her sweet moans.
"That's how I want it, boys. I've lived my life. And I haven't tried that yet. But I want to try. I'm afraid it will hurt, though. But I want to, I can't help it," Baba Zoya told us, approaching Igor.
She opened her palm, and I saw a tube of baby Vaseline in her hand. It was needed for lubrication. The old woman had already smeared her anus with it, which is why her ass shone from the cream.
"Son. Yours is a bit thinner than Kostya's. I want to try with you first. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will hurt me. You can switch later," Baba Zoya said to the handyman guy, approaching him and taking his cock in her hand, squeezing a portion of Vaseline from the tube, and began applying lube to the head.
Igyorek's dick was indeed a bit thinner in girth compared to mine. But in length, they were practically the same.
"I don't mind, granny. Let Igor try with you first. And I'll go next time," I said to Baba Zoya, coming up behind her and pressing my cock against her plump ass, the buttocks of which shone from the lube.
"Well, of course, my happiness. Where would I go from you. I'll let you try my ass too. But now lie on your back on the sofa. I'll sit on top of you, grandson," Baba Zoya gently pushed me away and, cupping my cock in her palm, stroked it, hugged me around the neck, kissed me on the lips, then nudged me toward the sofa.
"Igyorek. You insert it into me there gently. I've never tried this. I'm afraid of pain," Zoya Vitalyevna warned the handyman guy and, also kissing him on the lips, climbed onto the sofa with me.
The old woman straddled me on top and, holding my cock with her hand, sat down on it with her vagina and leaned forward, touching her tits to my chest, thereby presenting her anus for anal sex with Igor, and he immediately took advantage of it. As soon as Zoya Vitalyevna sat on top of me and leaned her torso forward, Igyorek climbed onto the sofa with us and, grabbing Baba Zoya around the waist with one hand, guided his Vaseline-smeared dick into her anus with the other and, sniffling, gently, as Zoya Vitalyevna asked, inserted his cock into her back passage. Surprisingly, the old woman didn't moan or cry out, feeling two young cocks inside her simultaneously, like that porn actress in the video, for example. Zoya Vitalyevna was silent, only breathing rapidly and bulging her eyes at me as if a stake had been driven up her ass. And she moaned when Igor started moving and began pounding into the elderly woman's back passage.
"Oooh. Oooh. Son. Aaaa. I'm going to die now, boys. Igyorek, dear. Have mercy on me. Aaaaa. Ooohh," the elderly mother of my mother Lena, sitting on top of me, wailed loudly and began begging the guy having intercourse with her in the back passage to have mercy on her and not hurt her.
But Igyorek got into the groove and paid no attention to the old woman's moans. On the contrary, he started fucking her harder, panting and driving his dick into Baba Zoya's asshole up to his balls.
"It's all right, Vitalyevna. It has to be like this. Endure a little," the handyman guy answered Baba Zoya, not stopping moving behind her, pounding and pounding his dick into her ass.
Zoya Vitalyevna surprised me again. Without stopping wailing and whining from pain, begging