English translation

Finally, a proper english translation for my polish story! Sorry it took such a long time, but life happened - you know how it is. There was a ton of changes i had to make to remove polish idioms or sayings since there was no way for them to be properly translated into english. However the story still has the same vibe and pacing. Hope you english speakers like it!

Rooster’s song wakes me up from a blissful, deep sleep. Some people could be irritated by such a loud wake-up call in the morning - but not me. I lived my whole life in the countryside, spent my whole life working my ass off at the farm. I’m used to this pace of life, and even without the screaming rooster I would still wake up right on time in the morning with a smile on my face.. I slowly sat up in my bed, lazily streaching - fully enjoying this nice, blissful moment.

After getting out of bed, I moved to my closet, using the moment to look in the mirror, smiling widely.. I really liked how I looked, thinking that I'm becoming even prettier as the time goes on. Sure, maybe I wouldn't win a beauty contest with the young city girl, but what do I care? These city girls all use hundreds of cosmetics and have multiple surgeries. But here everything is real! True, mature, natural feminine beauty. Something that, unfortunately, became pretty rare these days... but enough complaining about young people, it’s time to dress up. We, the “villagers”, get dressed and go to work right after waking up, here there is no time to waste. I slip off my warm, wooly pajamas and start getting ready.

First, underwear: I put on a black, velvet thong. The narrow strip on the back smoothly slips between my wide buttocks while the small triangle patch of material struggles to cover up my vagina, leaving most of my hairy pubis in the open. Then I put on a bra- it took me a moment to perfectly fit the cups to cover my nipples, but I managed. Then something to cover my legs - dark, warming stockings, squeezing my feminine thighs slightly. And of course, you can not forget about the correct footwear for the job! So I put on my pair of red, 15 centimeter heels on my feet. I stood back in front of the mirror, happy with my appearance. This is what a real working woman looks like, not those city ladies, all dolled up like clowns!

Coming out of my bedroom, I immediately heard loud snoring coming from the guest room - I can see that Mateusz is still sleeping. Heh - typical for a city boy. If he really wants to live with me here, he will have to get used to getting up early.

I went into the room, and I could not believe how messy it was - looks like a bomb went off in here! The whole desk was occupied by a laptop with a lot of cables and other technological junk attached to it.. The floor was barely visible under the piles of clothes scattered everywhere, and the guest himself lay on an unmade bed. Apparently they don’t teach these Varsovians any manners! Well, it’s time for me to wake the boy up - in the classic country style.

I sat on the bed where my guest had his legs. I removed a thick blanket that he covered himself with, revealing my goal - a long, hard penis. I licked my lips, ready to attack. I grabbed the dick, my big hands firmly grasping the thick shaft. I slowly moved my hand up and down, as I did not want to cause the boy any pleasure yet - it was only a wake-up call, after all. I bring my mouth closer to the boy’s crotch, gently planting wet kisses in equal amounts on the cock and the balls.I remembered what my grandma Stasia always said - you can never forget the eggs! When my hand jerked Matetusz off, the other one went down, massing the boy's heavy sack. I felt how full and pent up he was under my fingertips, I felt how his erection became harder and harder. Ah these young people and their stamina... my Heniek, God rest his soul, he was never so eager to work, even when we were younger!

I heard a quiet moan and lifted my head up - I saw Mateusz slowly open his beautiful, green eyes. “Oh s-shit...” He whispered. I rolled my eyes - despite his nice personality, the boy was still from the city and of course he couldn't just greet me like a normal person.

“You finally <mwah!> woke up, sweetheart!” I greeted him, keeping my pace of movement stroking his cock. “Mateusz honey, you know that I like you very much and I appreciate your <mwah!> desire to help on the farm. However, if you want to <mwah!> live here with me, you need to start being ready to work first thing in the morning. This time I’ll give you a break, but next time <mwah!> you have to wake up yourself, understand?” The boy interrupted his moans to answer me. “Of c-course, M-Miss Łechtańska.” I smiled, moving a bit forward. “Lord, don’t ever call me Miss! When you say that, I feel so old!” I said while moving my mouth closer to his tip. “Please, call me Elka!”

With one quick motion I took the boy’s member into my mouth. Inch after inch of his hard rod sank deeper into my throat, giving us both immeasurable delight. I felt the muscles of my esophagus squeeze around the intruder, my throat taking the shape of his obscene member. I managed to swallow him whole, my chin connecting with his sweaty sack, my nose, getting drowned in a sea of pubic hair, inhaling their unearthly, masculine stench. My partner moaned like a little piglet when he penetrated my throat. Heh, I doubt that any girls he knew back in the city could do that! I moved my head up and down, trying to go as deep as I could with every move while my tongue danced along his entire length. My eyes rolled back from all this pleasure… They say work is never fun, but I had to disagree - milking my guest’s sperm was absolutely my favorite part of the work day!

After a minute of this I saw that the boy was having a little too much fun, his squeals and moans becoming louder while his hips moved faster. I immediately loosened my grip on him, his dick exiting my mouth with a loud POP! I moved closer, standing on the bet above the boy’s cock. Unceremoniously I took off my panties, exposing my damp pussy to the world. Mateusz loudly gulped as I threw the skimpy underwear away and started moving downwards, my wet hole hovering above his junk like a rock.

PLAP!

I sat on his groin with a loud smack, the boy’s slick saliva-slick cock slipping balls deep into my soaking cavern. “OH!!!!” Me and my partner howled in delight at the same time. I sat in place without any movement for a moment, basking in this wonderful feeling of being filled, the walls of my vagina squeezing tightly on my companion's fat dick. I slightly changed my position, bringing my fat body downwards, basically laying down on Mateusz - I looked deep into his eyes, intense feelings of both lust and awkwardness on his face. I loved him. I kissed him, my soft round face connecting with his rough and square one. Pur tongues danced in front of my mouths, giving me emotions I long forgotten.

And then I started riding him. I felt Mateusz’s surprise as the sound of his yelp drowned in my mouth. I knew this was the best thing he ever felt in his life - those city girls think you ust have to “bounce on it’”, move up and down. They don't know the old, rustic ways. I used my whole body to ride the boy as hard as possible, moving against my weight so I could slam on him with bigger speed. My whole mass went into my movements, allowing me to go as deep as I could, Mateusz’s fat dick filling me up with every thrust. I would love to see whole Varsovian women try something like that, ha! Their bodies are just skin and bones - how can they achive good momentum while fucking?

I moved my hips in a circle while I rode the boy while my tongue moved in a circle inside his mouth. Even though I was doing most of the work, he still showed what he could, aggressively kissing me and smacking hard on my ass. My brain started melting as I felt Mateusz try to match my movements, his big dick slamming balls deep inside me! I haven’t felt this full in such a long time, even my Heniek (God rest his soul) never managed to slam so deeply inside me.

I felt how the boy’s movements are becoming faster and shallower. I wanted to pull back, but I couldn't - the boy grabbed my fat ass hard while his legs connected behind my back, blocking my escape. Did he love his auntie Elka this much? I relaxed, letting my partner take control. If i want to teach him the simple farm life, i can’t hold his hand forever. i put my whole weight on him, allowing my heated body to melt from pleasure. The boy gripped me hard, fucking me with all his power. He broke the pace suddenly, taking one big move backwards, and…

PLAP!

“OH FUCK! YES!!!”

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

The sounds of our screams filled the cottage when the boy ejaculated inside me, shot after shot of hot, virile cum deposited straight into my womb. I lost control over my body, throwing my head back and my limbs spasming, overwhelmed by feelings I haven't felt in years. I removed the softening penis, looking as thick, white liquid the consistency of grandma’s mayonnaise leaked from my red, hairy cunt. Sorry - pussy

After work, I liked to take a moment to relax and fully enjoy the afterglow - but the sound of the doorbell ripped me away from this state. Eh… I **** my aching body to move and went to the front door, opening them. Behind them stood a nun, starting into a notebook, ignoring my presence. “Hello Elżbieta.” She said. It was sister Beata, who recently joined our parish, moving here from an abbey in Kołobrzeg. Her olive skin and youth made her stand out from other women in the abbey. Still staring at her notebook, she adjusted her glasses and spoke again. “I came here to ask if you are still on the list of the bakers for the holiday-” the sentence stopped in the middle when the young nun finally looked at me. Her notebook fell out of her hands, while her eyes went big as a five złoty coin. “Jesus Christ!” she screamed and took a step backwards. I didn't understand her reaction, did i look weird? I looked at the mirror next to the front door.

My hair was a complete mess, fully disheveled. I could see a few pubic hairs stuck to my face. My small bikini top slipped, my breasts hanging free. I was also without panties, and I could see fresh cum still leaking out of my pussy, a trail of ejaculate dripping down my leg, forming a small puddle on the wooden floor. Normal look of a working woman after a long day! But a nun would never understand that life… before I could answer Beata, Mateusz came out of the guest room - still naked, his still wet penis dangling between his legs. Sister Beata had pure terror on her face, pointing at him. “Y-You! Who are you and what are you doing?” She yelled. Mateusz did not look too concerned.

“Dear sister, please don’t worry. There seems to be a misunderstanding, i’m gonna explain what is going on.” Saying this he grabbed his phone and brought it to her face. I coudn’t see what he showed her, but I saw a bright, pink light reflected in her glasses. Beata started looking all around. The fear left her, but she looked very confused. “All right sister, it seems you are very tired. Would you like to stay with us for a moment and eat something? He asked. “What? Sure, i, uh, i mean, i think, uh…” Beata answered quietly, her eyes fixated on Mateusz’s crotch. The boy clasped his hands. “Wonderful! I’ll make us some breakfast, and you Ela take the sister into the guest room and find something for her to wear - her habit seems very sweaty.”

I nodded. I was very proud of Mateusz right now. He himself proposed to bring a tired guest in, and without anything in it for him! Seems my rural teachings haven’t fallen on deaf ears. I grabbed sister Beata by her fat ass and brought her to the bedroom. I can’t wait to see what Mateusz will cook for us!