Mystical Adventure at the Dacha

It had been about three months since my divorce. All this time, I was tormented by memories of our past life together, which was completely unbearable, and I decided to move to the countryside to find peace of mind, immersing myself headfirst in daily routine. In a small dacha settlement, thirty kilometers from the city, I bought myself a house on the outskirts, near the forest. The house was in good condition, although judging by its architecture, it was built before the war. On top of that, there was a picturesque forest landscape, so I was slightly surprised when the owner sold it to me for such a small sum. After receiving the money, the owner quickly

took off. Well, whatever.

And so, I acquired my little house in the village. A couple of days were spent moving my things from the city and settling in a bit. When everything was in its place, I could finally fully enjoy my new life. I tidied up the yard, took a walk in the forest, went to the river. By evening, I was thoroughly tired (the two days of moving also took their toll) and decided to go to sleep. I lay down on the sofa and, barely closing my eyes, plunged into the abyss of sleep.

I dreamed of this same house. Only I didn't see my furniture in it. Instead, I was surrounded by old pre-war furniture. I walked around the rooms with interest, examining the "antiques," and suddenly, from the Russian stove, right in front of me, a dark-haired girl with a long braid jumped down. I had never seen such beauty anywhere. She looked about 25 years old. She had blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and full lips. She was wearing a white sarafan with a patterned border. I froze, unable to take my eyes off her, and she, laughing brightly, took me by the hand and led me towards... my sofa! Where did it come from here, among all this? But my anxious thoughts instantly melted away when the blue-eyed girl gently pushed me onto it. I couldn't stop looking at her, and she kept laughing, looking at me. In an instant, her laughter turned into a languid, seductive smile, and she slipped off her sarafan, which quickly slid down her body to the floor.

My gaze was presented with a snow-white chest with tender nipples, a slender waist, smoothly transitioning into wide hips. And her pussy with neat lips, like a white rosebud, was simply magnificent.

I admired her charms and suddenly realized that I was completely naked. The dark-haired beauty burst into bright laughter again and knelt before me. She grabbed my cock and skillfully took it into her wonderful mouth, tightly enveloping the head with her lips. A shiver ran through me from head to toe. And the beauty ran her slippery tongue from the base to the tip of my cock, unnaturally quickly jumped up, and climbed on top of me. My cock slipped right into her vagina, from which warm moisture spurted. I had never experienced such bliss, neither with my wife nor with other women. The dark-haired goddess was simply magnificent! She jumped and writhed, screamed and squealed, waving her long black braid. Her buttocks slapped loudly against my thighs, and her breasts bounced right in front of my face. I tried to catch her elusive nipples with my tongue, and sometimes I succeeded.

Suddenly, the blue-eyed beauty grabbed my shoulders and began jumping even harder, and her face became severely distorted, in a vicious grimace, and was no longer as sweet as before. The sofa creaked and groaned, and my balls trembled from being overfilled with sperm. I firmly grabbed the blue-eyed girl by her braid, pressed her to me, and came, violently filling her insides with ejaculate.

At that moment, the sofa collapsed beneath us, and I woke up. I opened my eyes and was stunned – a horrifying-looking, toothless old woman was sitting on me. She looked at me with her white eyes, laughed hysterically, and dissolved with a screech. Beside myself with horror, stumbling and falling, I scrambled into the far corner of the room. This is impossible! How? This doesn't happen! It was my imagination... But the next thing completely shocked me: in my hand was a tuft of gray hair...