Victor - Memories of My Combat Grandfather
Viktor, as always, was up to his old tricks—he'd definitely come up with something to "load" me up with. And here we are now, our wives aren't around, we're sitting at the dacha, having completed my wife's task, and drinking beer. In the summer, with excellent fish—what could be better than cold beer, especially after a hard day's work! But no—he remembered something, shouting at the top of his lungs! He hands me an old notebook and asks me to read it, maybe I'll get something out of it... I opened the notebook and forgot about the beer!
Of course, it's Vitya's scrawled handwriting, but it's easy enough to make out. He simply wrote down the story of his favorite grandfather, a veteran, about his life and adventures after the war, or rather, he copied it
from the grandfather's old notebook where the ink had faded a bit. And after the war, there were plenty of adventures in our parts too—the farm had to be restored, houses built, and the harvest collection plan wasn't canceled! But youth and energy could handle everything! And they wanted love, and just female affection, which many had grown unaccustomed to during the wartime!— ...After the war ended, there was a lot of work, we were busy from morning till night. In our village, where I returned after demobilization, there was an MTS (Machine and Tractor Station), the Germans hadn't had time to blow it up, so they immediately put me, as a trained mechanic-technician, in charge—to restore this equipment. And it needed to be sent out to the fields! And in the village, only three men remained, and they were invalids; the young guys mostly rushed off to the city. And in '46, it was a hungry time, but in our village, the chairman was Mironovna, a real firecracker of a woman, so we had a good little stockpile. And we had a smokehouse, and a small sausage workshop, and we ground flour—not everything had to be handed over to the collection point, we needed to eat too.
But it was only women who helped me repair the equipment—a wild shortage of men. I taught one to operate a lathe, another a milling machine, so they even gave me a commendation—for excellent repairs. The village girls were all sturdy, they could change wheels and tighten nuts to the limit, and they even demanded I read them lectures—about the international situation, about family and marriage, and they even asked to "clean up" in my house... But I fended them off little by little—women like that would drag you to the altar right away!
But two young girls stuck firmly to our farm—two sisters stayed over at my place just to spend the night after an urgent night repair, and after that, they boldly came to me after work, and immediately took care of the household—cooking, cleaning, and asked me to do a little studying with them, penmanship and math—it would come in handy in life. And I wanted something else!
The girls were in their prime, one was 18, the other just 18—but these weren't city beauties, delicate and airy—these were sturdy village girls, with strong arms, firm. I once pinched Varya on the butt, and it was like pinching a ball. Their butts were firm, springy, their cotton dresses almost bursting at the chest—village girls!—they were even nourished by the air and their cheeks were rosy! And the most amazing thing—I was already 32, and they were looking at me like that! Alright, let's dot the i's... One evening, after torturing them with a dictation, for general development, I asked Polina, the older sister, point-blank:
— Polinka, my beauty, you're shy now, but you're usually very lively! What did you want to ask? Be bolder!
— Uncle Sasha (my namesake!), are you married? Or do you have someone...
I look, Varya even half-rose, and even in the weak flickering light of the kerosene lamp, you could see how she blushed all over, and her chest was heaving under her dress...
— Polina, why are you asking? You seem to know I'm not married!
— Uncle Sasha, we want you to take one of us as your wife. Only for real! We like you very much. Very much, Uncle Sasha!
— And how will you, dear girls, divide me? So I marry Polina, and what about you, Varenka, my beauty?
— Can you not choose just one? We both agree!—now Varya blushed too.
— My dear girls, what if I take both of you as my wives, won't you fight? And won't beat me up in the process
— But we're sisters! And we've already decided everything!—and both young beauties hung on my neck. They started kissing me, though clumsily, but passionately. And when they rubbed against me with their breasts, I knew—I was done for!
After visiting the military registration office for registration, I'd heard that such polygamy had started appearing in many places, there were few men, and the girls had grown up during the war. Alright, where ours won't be lost!
We went to the summer shower, I calmed down a bit, had dinner, I put a bottle of "Tsinandali" on the table—a gift from a daredevil from a neighboring village whose motorcycle I repaired, and soon both beauties were sitting on my lap and were already asking, no, demanding the "wedding"!
Such restless ones! Well, I said I was a mushroom—so get in the basket!
— Uncle Sasha, is the first time very painful?—Varvara, after the wine, had gotten a bit bolder.
— Well, a lot depends on the man. And what, you want it right now?
— Uh-huh!—both howled and covered me with kisses.
Strangely enough, Varya started first—she literally threw off her sundress and pressed both my hands to her round, ball-like breasts. Those firm, hot little breasts literally burned me. And here Polina was already standing half-naked and pressed her full breast to my face. I started kissing her breast, and stroking and kneading Varya's, inhaled the wonderful spicy scent of the girls' young bodies and even howled from the surging desire. My head even spun, my temples pounded—but I held back. Here you need to be careful and gentle, it's obvious even to a fool, but hormones...
Need to assume a horizontal position, I think quickly and slowly laid Polina on the bed, instantly threw off my clothes and lay down next to her. Soon my back was hit with heat—completely naked Varya pressed her ball-like breasts against me. And she whispers loudly in my ear:
— Come on, Uncle Sasha! Polinka first, but me too...
I put a pillow under the older one's lower back, spreading her full, long legs apart and slightly opening the flower of her lower lips, waiting for the first penetration, gathered into a beautiful bud on top. I started caressing her breast, then kissing her flat stomach, then buried myself in her full breasts, caressing them with my tongue and nibbling. Polina arched, moaned, and then her body began to relax, she bent her legs at the knees and spread them even wider. And now the stone-hard member, swollen with blood, slides at the entrance to her womb, and now with one smooth movement, feeling slight resistance, I slid into her waiting vagina, breaking through the thin hymen! And only a quiet "Ah!"—and I was already inside my young beauty. And what sweet lips she has, how forcefully she responds to my kisses!
We lay for a few minutes and soon I began to move with gentle motions, deep inside her womb I could even feel her back wall. It was so exciting—a young girl was becoming a woman! But then Polina erupted in a long, drawn-out moan, her womb began to pulsate, tightly squeezing my member, giving me indescribable pleasure—it had been a long time since I'd had a woman! But then she moaned so sweetly again, and a sweet spasm shot through my whole body, then a wave of pleasure and relaxation flooded my whole body, bringing complete bliss, even a feeling of free flight came over me and I simply blacked out, falling onto the firm, hot body of the young girl.
When I came to, I was only surprised—so many years had passed, I'd known so many women, but I'd never had such a feeling of sweetness and simply flight. I went to the shower, we sat at the table some more, and Varya kept glancing at the bed, where a few red spots on the sheet showed what had just happened there.
— How sweet it was for me,—Polina languidly stretched. And will it be like that for Varka too? And I want more, even though it hurts a little!
I had to explain to the young nymphs that after losing their virginity, they needed to take a break so everything could heal after the hymen rupture. Slightly disappointed, Polinka pushed Varya towards me, who had become a bit shy and was covering her charms with her palms. But I took her in my arms and carried her to the bed, and she just laughed happily. I started caressing her swollen nipples, and then I had an idea—I started performing cunnilingus on this beauty, as our regimental doctor, a big fan of sex and generally an inventor, had taught me.
What times those were, and she knew so much and taught me a lot. From her, I learned with great surprise about anal sex too. Before, I didn't even know you could go "there" too! Her motto was—"no breaks, even during menstruation!" So every night with this (or rather, with this) captain of the medical service was a complete revelation for me. If our political officer had found out what we were doing...
I raised my head and was a bit stunned—Polina was holding her sister's head and passionately kissing her on the lips. So that's how they entertained each other! And I'll caress your other lips! And soon she let out a cry, a cry of liberated passion—she had an orgasm!
— Enter me! Quickly, Uncle Sasha!
Very slowly, literally millimeter by millimeter, I began to penetrate her womb, but Varya beat me to it—jerking sharply towards me, so I went in to the full depth at once. And my member isn't heroic, only 12 centimeters, but it's not just about size... Varya howled and, surprising me, started moving to meet me—how she wanted it! We moved towards each other, enjoying this slow, deep movement, when in her narrow womb the motion is felt from beginning to end. And the orgasm hit us both like an electric shock and we both blacked out from reality, losing track of time.
And so it's been every night since, but now simpler and a bit more "modest." I had to explain to these insatiable young beauties that a man is a weak creature, he can actually have sex once or twice a night, otherwise he might even kick the bucket. I showed them something that our doctor had so passionately "taught" me. Polina was categorically against anal, but blowjobs... For some reason, she liked that even more than vaginal sex. Well, and Varya happily offered me her round, firm butt—she really liked anal, she was even proud that she now had such an intimate secret! And how these sisters, now women, walked through the village streets! You had to see it, as they say—proud and unyielding!
Officially, I married Varya, surprising many, first and foremost her and Polina. She just stayed living with us. Well, and Varya's daughter became the mother of this young scamp, my beloved grandson Vitya. To say, let alone tell—no one can be told such a thing, so I dedicated my thoughts to this notebook.