Night Rock 'n' Roll

It was a quiet summer evening. Alexey stood at the window and smoked. He had long been accustomed to the emptiness of the apartment. And essentially, he had nothing to do at home, but there was nothing to sleep on in his office. He only came back here for the bed. And for the sake of my own grandmother. She came to him. Not often, about once a month. She came every time in the evening, without calling. She simply sat down in the chair, as if we had seen each other an hour ago. Sometimes they talked until the morning. Sometimes they were silent, drinking tea and looking at each other. Albina did not cut her hair so as not to follow fashion; at the same time, she packed them so tightly, as if she was afraid that they would suspect her of being a woman. Alexey laughed:

- You

look like Tenville.

She didn’t know how it was, and she was even a little angry, suspecting a trick. Alexey knew that she would come today. I felt it. Once I asked:

- Do you remember your ex-wife?

- No. I don't remember.

It so happened that the very beginning of marriage was without love play, without pranks and excesses, and most importantly, without that sinful power that brings primitive satiety to the soul. Over time, he got tired of this half-starved love ration. At first he tried to spare his wife’s pride, and then there was a terrible scene, with confessions, claims, dissatisfaction, the truth, a showdown, mutual reproaches, tears, a loud slamming door, a trial and a stamp in his passport, which meant that from now on he was free, like a bird in flight. And she also asked:

- How are you without a woman? Do you take anyone here? - Looked around. - Yes, it doesn’t look like it. Are you jerking off or something? — I just asked and even caringly.

- Well, yes, I jerk off. I'm jerking off, grandma. And what? - Looked into the eyes. She bit her lip. And she quickly left...

Alexey was not surprised when the door suddenly opened. Albina slowly walked up to him and stood up, barely audibly creaking in her worn-out heels. For one moment he saw her through the eyes of his lover, and realized that he knew everything in advance. Probably Albina will be submissive and touching. She will not have the triumphant eyes of a winner. She won't ask him about work or about tomorrow. Of course, she will be ashamed of her plump body and ridiculous combination.

- You smoke a lot.

- And I jerk off a lot.

Albina stood next to the window, scratching the cracked putty of the window sill. Alexey looked at her from under his brows. She couldn’t stand her gaze and turned away. She opened the window. The curtains began to swirl, and the papers on the table fluttered like a bird. The breeze rustled a strand of hair above her ear.

- You understand everything. Yes, grandma?

- Yes.

Both fell silent. They knew what would come next. They just didn’t know how or where to start.

-What are you thinking about, Lyosha?

- You know it yourself.

She took her grandson by the hand, and her breath touched his face. Her figure was round and strong, her dress swayed on her chest.

- How do you imagine our... our relationship?

- I’ll undress now, Lyosha, and go to bed. Then you will undress and also go to bed...

Without waiting for his response, Albina began to undress... In the bed they whispered - stupid, confused words with which lovers feel each other like blind people.

- And I also want you to swear, swear dirty, do you understand me?

- Of course, Lyosha. Don't be shy, don't. What else? Tell me everything honestly. I’ll understand... Why are you silent?... Well, okay, I’ll do it myself. Do you want to see me pee? Yes?

- Yes.

- Quiet, Lyoshenka, everything is fine. Well, we agreed... What else?

- Seeing you poop.

- So, what else? How do I jerk off? Of course, Lyosha.

- How are you... this is the same... with another woman...

- Only with Mila. And with no one else. Remember Mila?

- I remember, of course. Childhood friend. What have you been doing with her?... how long ago? How? Where?

- Long, long time ago. At home, in the woods, on vacation in Pitsunda.

With her cheek she felt his slow breathing, in two dark winds. And suddenly they kissed at once, as if on command, as wildly and hotly as they had probably ever kissed in their lives. No, there was no exact definition of her feelings yet. It was a product of adoration and submission.

-Put your hand on my chest... Can you hear, can you hear my heart beating? - She laughed quietly, wrinkling her face with a slightly shy smile.

The grandson’s hand rests on her chest, and Albina blissfully closes her eyes, and she wants this minute to last forever.

- Come on, let's fuck, Lyoshenka?

She is like pliable clay, and he did not want, but simply did not have the right to reject it.

- How should you ask?

- Fuck me, bitch, put your dick in this hole. Come on, I'll help. Like this. Oh, your dick is in my pussy... - How nice it is to obey your impulses!

-Put your finger in my ass!

- I obey, my lord...

Frenzy, tenderness, sweet pain. She loved him more than herself, and could, it seems, give her life for him.

- How good you fuck me, Lyoshenka! /light hot whisper/ Do you like my tits? /here it is, true happiness! / What about my butt? Well, pet her, pet her! /O! pleasure! / Yours. Dick. In mine. Cunt. /my heart is out of control, my breathing rhythm is off, my fingers are trembling/

I immediately caught how my grandson reacted to the word “cunt”. He likes this word from her lips. Sweet, beloved, good!

- This is your pussy! Only yours, Lyoshenka! Do whatever you want with her. I don't want you to come out of my cunt. My pussy loves your dick. See how wet she is. Does your dick feel good in this pussy? Listen to how it sounds: pussy... pussy... Touch my pussy, paw my pussy, treat her sweetly, hurt her!

They smiled at each other - dazzled, touched, happy, grateful. Now everything belongs to them - will they feel this intensity, strength, tenderness, love ever again? Who knows... They kissed uncontrollably, minutes passed by minutes, and there was no strength to break away from each other. Everything was filled with passion, some still unknown, even strange pleasure. His small dick sometimes slipped out of this huge hole, and then Albina immediately felt the absence of something vitally important in herself, something without which she could no longer live a day. I didn’t want to think about it, she carefully returned the dick back, and again plunged into the whirlpool of sweet madness. She wanted to whisper tenderness, and certainly interspersed with rude animal words, without seeing it as humiliation or embarrassment for herself - the way he liked it.

- Is my dick warm in my pussy?

His lips gently touched her temple, hair, cheeks, neck, shoulders, nipples, as if placing pauses between her phrases. Albina breathed intermittently under him, pressing him with the movement with which a woman attracts only a child. She was a submissive slave of that wonderful desire for love, which only old age knows. He is her master, she is his property; everything in this regard in no way met moral and aesthetic standards, but she didn’t care. For the first time in her life, she enjoyed this terrible happiness - making love to her grandson, giving him all of herself. And the consequences did not frighten her. Come what may. Now this little dick is swimming in her flesh, these lips are kissing her breasts, these hands are stroking her thighs, and she is happy. Alexei came inside her, but his dick did not leave her pussy. They held hands, whispered, and at times Albina was overcome by a strange and pleasant feeling, as if her school friend was nearby, they were both eleven years old, they were in a pioneer camp and whispering about counselors and boys. This is how it once happened with Mila. They were lying next to each other, chatting about something, and suddenly... by chance... by chance... Albina’s hand touched her tiny breasts. They burst out laughing.

- Listen, Alka, come on...

- Come on, Mil...

- Oh, it's ticklish...

- And here?

-What are you talking about, Mil? This is a pussy...

- Come on, Alka, we’re pretending... - And your hand under your panties... - Be quiet, neighing like a horse... Imagine that I’m Oleg... Do you know what adults call a pussy?..

- I know. Pussy...

- The aunties have it, and the uncles have a dick...

Then playful squeezing, a playful imitation of sexual intercourse, and then... Five minutes of silence... Because it suddenly felt really nice... Albina smiled and saw that Alexey was also smiling at something. Apparently, some memories came to his mind. There, in her flesh, his dick hardened, and they again continued the interrupted suite, pressing closer and closer to each other, wrapped in a common warmth, happy, like in a fairy tale. She stuck her finger into his anus, he into hers, they tortured themselves for a long time and with groans, then took out their fingers, smeared with shit, licked them, then kissed furiously. If only this night never ends! At times he squeezed her thighs or breasts with such inhuman force that she almost lost consciousness from pain. But it was sweet pain. And she asked him to hit her. Stronger, even stronger! Alexey hit her in the face, whipped her on the cheeks and breasts. Happiness overwhelmed her. She was ready to do whatever he wanted for her grandson. Whether he wanted to kick her, stick his hand up to the elbow in her pussy, use her instead of a toilet - she didn’t care much about that, as long as it brought him joy. Oh, what a strong orgasm! Having opened their embrace, they could hardly breathe, wet, sweaty, exhausted, but still unable to quench their passion. Albina wiped his body with a crumpled sheet, they lay silently for some time, and then slowly freed themselves from the captivity of bliss, as they come to their senses after a long faint. Albina heard not only the beating of her own blood, but could already raise her eyelids. Alexei inhaled her aroma, a familiar aroma, so closely associated in his memories with the greenery of meadows, with fresh grass, with an empty attic room, with grandmother’s panties hanging on the clothesline.

- When you washed the floor... remember... at the dacha? Even then you wanted me to see your ass...

- I wanted to. Yes.

- I almost went crazy then... Do you remember the time when your panties disappeared?

- Are you?

- I.

- Jerk off?

- Yes... I thought my grandmother was walking around in these shorts. They were white. With a yellow spot from pissing. Kissed them, smelled them. I spied on you when you pissed in the restroom. There was also a hole in the wall... It seems to me that you jerked off there...

- No, never. Honestly.

-You were still humming a song. There-tara-there-there-there...

-Probably...Did you see how I pooped?

- Didn't see it. Although... No, I definitely didn’t see it... I saw her writing. She took off her panties and wrote.

- I didn’t take them off. I just let them down. Whoa, from here...

- I really wanted to touch you... Hug... Touch your ass, kiss it...

- Right here?..

She turned her face to her grandson, with a sly, easy smile, incredibly prettier, as if illuminated from within with wonderful excitement.

- A little lower... Oh, how it smells here! I will never forget your panties... Those panties... I kept them for a long time... I got rid of them, you fool, so that they wouldn’t catch Svetka’s eye...

- And these? Do you like it?

- They like it... They smell like you...

- They are yours... What will you do with them?

- Walk in them... Or I’ll put them in front of me... and I’ll jerk off, jerk off... jerk off... After all, they fit your ass... your pussy...

- Fool... After all, I’m always there. Why jerk off if I'm nearby? Do you want us to jerk off together?

Her hand reached out to her grandson’s dick. She caressed him with both hands, teased him, fingering his scrotum covered with thick vegetation and stroking the head of his penis.

- My sweetie.

She licked the trunk, slowly licking off the viscous, sticky drops. Then, moving her fist up and down a little, she finally launched the penis, trembling from languor, into the cavity of her mouth.

- Now I myself...

Alexey wrapped his fingers around his dick.

- Look...

- Do you jerk off often?

- No, Lesh... It happens, of course, sometimes...

- Have you ever jerked off to me?

— And more than once.

-???

- You were in the 7th grade, I think... Yes, in the 7th... You had school competitions... athletics... the 100-meter race...

- Sixty...

- Yes?... Well, it doesn’t matter. You were running in such tight shorts. I also thought: damn, he’s already quite an adult. And so the cockerel stuck out... Then she bit her lip, “This is your grandson, you old lecher.” However, in the evening I jerked off like crazy. Such shameless fantasies... I once shared it with Milka. In general, I say, is it normal to spy on your grandson and jerk off at night? She’s completely lost her mind... She says: “Come on, Alka, you’re not the only one.” I have these eyes - how is this? Are you also torturing your pussy against your grandson, against Sevka? And Milka told me: “I’m still tormenting you”... I, fool, would like to hug you properly, but whatever happens... I didn’t dare. But in vain. It turns out that you jerked off to me, and I jerked off to you.

- So, we’re both fools...

- When you jerked off now, what did you imagine?

- Your face, hands, lips, body... dick... my dick... sweet, dear... this dick... And you?..

- I once followed you, and couldn’t take my eyes off your ass under your dress... it clung to it so tightly that the outline of your panties was visible...

- Next...

- Your ass was shaking, rolling... I almost came then... I envied your panties... they hugged your ass from behind and your pussy in front... I could barely restrain myself from touching you then... your dick was just ringing with tension...

- I would have touched it like that...

- Touched me... I’m telling you, it was on the street... It was dark for the people... In general, the fantasies drove me crazy. I just imagined: we are husband and wife, you are sitting in front of the TV, naked, drinking juice...

- And if I fart at the same time, I won’t ruin the picture?... Ha-ha-ha... What I mean is that I really want to fart now, Lyoshenka... Do you want to hear this?

- Both hear and smell... Pull me in the face...

- Lie down... like this...

Albina pulled down her panties, and Alexey saw her gorgeous ass in all its glory. She quickly stood above his head and began to slowly

lower her ass right onto his face...

- Well? Ready?

Having not heard an answer, Albina suddenly lowered herself onto her grandson’s face, so that his mouth was exactly covered with her anus, and farted loudly and protractedly. Oh, this pungent aroma exuding from the ass of your beloved grandmother! His tongue slides and pierces, enters the anus. Albina farted again and again, the smell spread throughout the whole room, and Alexey sniffed it with trepidation and enjoyed, enjoyed, enjoyed! How long had he been waiting for this moment! Her wide-open eyes shone with their heavenly blue, she smiled, looked with love at her delight, and her hands stroked his body. And he continued to kiss grandma’s ass, its entire surface was already glistening with his saliva.

- Damn!... Oh, I’m going to crap myself now, Leshenka!

- Come at me!

Basically, she wanted it for a long time, since she didn’t have time to do it at home. She straightened up, splashed urine on her grandson a couple of times and prepared to release her sausage of shit, but Alexei inserted his finger into Albina’s ass, thereby taking away control of her rectum. The intestines that had not been emptied ached, but it was already sweet flour. The finger still held the shit out, but it didn't last long. The head of a brown poop appeared from the hole, which gradually began to displace the finger inserted there from the rectum. A pungent smell filled his nostrils. The shit, pushing apart the walls of the anus, slowly slipped out. Alexey stuck his tongue out to meet him, licking the bushes of shit-stained hair around his anus. Albina growled and pushed.

- I'm going to die... now I'm going to die... from pleasure... oooh! This bagel of shit gave off a terrible stench, but the lovers did not care about it. They kissed passionately, moving this slippery dark brown turd from mouth to mouth. Grandmother and grandson were literally crazy with passion. He licked her dirty panties and imitated sexual intercourse, inserting his dick into a pile of shit. The lovers were incurably struck by the cruelest passion. Albina even lost consciousness for some time. Closing her eyelids, she felt that a hitherto unknown heat spread through her body, sweat appeared in large drops on her nose, the rapid beats of her pulse echoed in her ears, and she could hear the carotid artery swaying heavily in her neck. Her heart beat to the rhythm of rock and roll... Rolling on the floor, she farted, shaking her whole body, and new shit fell out of Albina’s hot, pulsating ass. Something inarticulate came out of her mouth, while a stinking mixture of chewed shit flowed from her lips.

-Put your hand in my ass, in my ass, in my ass!!!... Grandma loves you... Ooooh-oh!

Ahh, good! Глаза большие, лицо желанием горит, сочные губы открыты, а грудь как корабль волной перекачивает. Алексей был очарован этой красотой, он закрыл и открыл очи, словно хотел удостовериться, что это не греза, не сон, что это его родная бабушка, а он её внук.

— Умница. Умница моя.

Запах её тела, смешанный с запахом гавна, проникал через обоняние Алексея во всю его кровь и жаром разбегался по нервам. Она прикоснулась губами к измазанной в гавне залупе. О, какое же наслаждение! Альбина сосала хуй сильно и быстро, дрочила так, что потемнело в глазах. И тут она засунула свой палец в жопу внука.

— Блядь… Альбинка… ещё… выеби меня… глубже…

Она протолкнула палец глубже, ещё глубже. Внук почувствовал ритм, и стал двигать бёдрами туда-сюда, туда-сюда, все быстрей и быстрей, жестче и жестче.

— Еби меня! Еби!

Он стонал с каждым толчком её пальца.

— Ооооооо, дааааа! Вот так, вот так! Yes! Еби меня! Моя мaлeнькая дeвoчка! Еби!

Альбина сосала его хуй, лизала ствол, целовала головку, брала ее в свой горячий рот, дроча ствол рукой. Её горло расширялось, впуская хуй глубоко в себя. А другой рукой ебала внука в жопу. Наконец, её рот взял головку его хуя в тугое кольцо, и она начала ритмично двигать головой пока внук не достиг точки, когда уже не мог сдерживать себя. Алексей начал стонать все громче и громче, пока, наконец, не достиг оргазма. Он быстро схватил её голову, прижал к себе, его хуй резко дёрнулся, и из него вырвалась струя спермы. Алексей закричал охваченный волной оргазма. Пизду бабушки также сотрясал мощнейший оргазм. Вскоре все было кончено, и он обессилено свалился на её полное тело. Она обняла его:

— Никогда бы не подумала, что такое возможно…

— Я сойду с ума… Больше всего боюсь что это всего лишь сон и я вот-вот проснусь.

— Скажи, Лёш, а когда ты Светку свою ебал, ты думал обо мне?

— Не всегда. Вот когда у меня была Тамара… помнишь Тамару?

— И Тамару, и Ольгу…

Женщинам нравится видеть своих внуков или братьев в роли удачливых ловчих, в особенности если их собственная женская жизнь прошла без тени романтики. Это как бы реванш за свою неосознанную неудачливость.

— Знаешь, я ведь…

— Знаю. Но я уже люблю тебя.

Нет, не лгали большие зелёные глаза. Не лгали губы. Взволнована, как девчонка. Взглянула — и снова лицо зарделось.

— Откуда ты это можешь знать?

— Ты просто боишься, что я сказала правду. И вместе с тем боишься, что это неправда, — верно?

Алексей кивнул, втайне радуясь, что она его разгадала.

— С Федькой, соседом нашим по даче, ты ведь… ебалась? Yes?

— Ебалась. Я так скажу, Лёшенька: в бабий час он подоспел. Поэтому к пизде и подпустила. Не вольна я была тогда в этом деле.

— А с Николаем Дмитриевичем?

— Нет.

— ?

— Да нет же, нет… На Милку он запал. А у Милки тогда Вовчик был. Ебал её сутки напролёт. Не до Коленьки было.

— У Милы пизда… вкусная?

— Очень.

Вспомнила, ох, вспомнила, как они с Милой в театре. Прямо перед спектаклем. In the toilet. Что называется, заскочили на минутку. Куда там, минутку! Будто молния вспыхнула, прилипли друг к другу, не оторвать. Уж и спектакль начался, а они целуются как сумасшедшие.

— Она ссала на тебя?

— Нет.

— А ты на неё?

— Тоже нет.

— Поссы на меня.

— Ложись.

Альбина присела над ним.

— Подожди, не ссы. Дай пизду разглядеть как следует.

Она шире развела в сторону свои полные колени. Алексей нежно ощупывал ляжки, промежность, толстые, мясистые, манящие, величественные как триумфальная арка, половые губы, упиваясь их резким, возбуждающим запахом. Под рукой стало влажно, сомкнутые большие губы раздвинулись, и весь его кулак ушёл в горячую глубину. Другой рукой коснулся живота, что свисал огромной складкой и расплылся на её бёдрах. Потом спустился ниже, к лобку, помял его, и резко всадил палец в её анус. На Алексея толстой струёй хлынул поток тёплой мочи, который быстро наполнил открытый рот. Моча затекала в нос, в уши, бурным потоком устремляясь с подбородка на его тело. Он жадно пил её, высасывал эту струю, ему казалось, что он мог бы выпить так несколько литров и что отныне он всегда будет с таким же наслаждением утолять жажду. До чего же вкусна её моча! Жёлтый ручей продолжал течь по её полным ногам. Казалось, в этой волшебной жидкости пряталась колдовская сила! Алексей поглаживал ляжки в тугих чулках жаркой рукой. Несказанная страсть встряхнула дрожью всё тело. Альбина крикнула коротко, но сильно. Глаза — будто хмелем затуманены. Лицо зарумянившееся, пылающее, грешное. Алексей привстал, заглянул в зелёные, истомной дымкой затянутые глаза, схватил за плечи, прижал плотно к себе и в долгом неотрывном поцелуе приник к мягким, влажным губам. Их тела были мокрыми от пота и мочи. Оторвались друг от друга, обессиленные, точно потерпевшие кораблекрушение.

— Я возьму на память твои трусы.

— А я твои.

— Я буду целовать их, нюхать… и дрочить…

— И я…

Они не могли избавиться от мысли, что эта ночь перевернёт всю их жизнь. Им доставляло смутное удовольствие задаваться неразрешимыми вопросами, вспоминать всё, что произошло между ними, и с волнением ждать будущего.

— Что ты собираешься делать?

— Может быть, буду возле тебя, пока ты меня любишь. Ведь любишь? А там — увидим.

Она права, она совершенно права: они должны быть вместе. И к чему цепляться за какую-то свободу и одиночество? Да ну их ко всем чертям — и свободу, и одиночество: ведь именно эти две безрадостные вакханки и привели его к нервной депрессии. А всё-таки страшно. Протянув руку, Альбина коснулась его волос:

— Не беспокойся, Лёша. Я не буду с тобой, пока ты сам меня об этом не попросишь.

Да, скоро будет осень. В одну из осенних ночей она придёт к нему и останется навсегда: так происходит соединение двух концов вольтовой дуги. Они будут жить вместе, утром он будет уходить на работу, торопиться выпить кофе и проглотить сосиску, а она будет сидеть рядом, смотреть на него с любовью и говорить:

— Ешь, пожалуйста, ножом и вилкой. Не торопись, успеешь.

Кончалась ИХ ночь. Эта короткая долгая ночь.

— Чему ты улыбаешься?

— Да так… Просто мне вчера сообщили одну сногсшибательную новость… Хочешь, скажу?

Придвинулся к ней вплотную. Положил ладонь на разгоряченную, ненасытную, липкую, разверзнутую ночным ураганом пизду, и палец моментально засосало в эту сладкую щель.

— Скажи, Лёшенька…

— Когда кончается ночь, — начинается утро… НАШЕ утро, любимая…

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