They lay there silently. Vera sat up and looked into Deniska's eyes. They were open.
-I thought you were asleep. Are you thinking about something?
-No, Mom, I'm not asleep. I'm thinking about school."
Hearing his words, Ira also sat up, and she and Vera were ready to listen to him.
-Ira, if a woman has large... or rather wide hips, does that mean she's telepathic?
-Son, where did you get that idea?
-I remembered our chemistry teacher. In seminars, she always knows who isn't prepared and asks those students questions, and she has wide hips. So I decided that she has a developed Kundalini gland since she has such abilities.
Chemistry was taught by Zinaida Semenovna, who was middle-aged, large-built, with regular features. The girls in the class said that she dressed in an old-fashioned way. She preferred to wear strict suits with a fitted jacket and a skirt that narrowed towards the bottom. Few students at the technical school were taller than her. She was strict and fair. Her slender, tall figure and very wide hips, as all the guys thought, always commanded respect and a certain timidity. In general, everyone treated her very well. Even the biggest slobs were intimidated by her stern gaze.
-Honey, tell me more.
-At colloquiums, I noticed that before asking a question, she walks between the rows, lowers her head, and then says, "So-and-so will answer." Of course, the student is not ready, so she puts a mark in the journal, noting that he owes her for the material. So, three people will have a mark in the journal, and only then will the one who knows the answer respond. She does not give unsatisfactory marks. All the students correct these marks when they retake the material for credit on the topic.
-Yes, Zina is a good teacher. I like her colloquiums. Son, were you also among those who didn't prepare?
-A couple of times. But I passed everything, and then she praised me. Mom, I have to go outside.
Vera whispered something to him.
-Okay, go ahead. Come back, and then we'll go. We need to go too. Put on your jacket and sneakers. Don't go out naked.
Deniska quickly got dressed and left. Vera and Ira also began to put on their robes, getting ready to go outside.
-I think the honey is right about Zina's abilities. When there was a flu epidemic, I was looking for a substitute teacher and agreed with Svetlana, an Englishwoman, to replace the lectures on measuring instruments. Many people were sick then. Sveta said she would definitely come to replace me. When she left, Zina came up to me and said that Sveta wouldn't be there tomorrow because she was sick, so she would come to replace her. Sure enough, the next day Sveta called me and asked for time off because she was down with a high fever. Zina didn't let me down.
-Irish, if you do Vedha Mudra, how soon will you develop such abilities? To be honest, I wouldn't mind having them either. It would make my work easier.
-They say it takes six months and you have to do it twice a day.
-Oh, that's a long time. I'll try not to skip it. Is Zina married?
-Yes, she has two sons. The younger one graduated from school with honors this year. The older one is studying at a university in Moscow.
-I see, she probably does coccyx gland massage with her husband and has abilities.
-Maybe. I don't know. I saw her crying a couple of times. Maybe she has family problems. In most cases, a lot depends on the man. Look how much the honey helps us. We must take care of him.
-I am ready to take care of him day and night.
Vera wanted to ask Ira if they would be doing exercises for the throat chakra, but Deniska came in and Vera remained silent. Unexpectedly, Deniska asked himself.
-Mom, we wanted to do an exercise for you today. Are we going to do it?
-Son, we'll adjust to you. If you want to go to bed, we'll do it another day, it's not urgent.
-No, I don't want to sleep yet. To be honest, I want to do it too.
Vera hugged him around the shoulders.
-All right, then. We wanted to do it too. Now please put the kettle on, and Ira and I will be right back.
Vera and Ira went outside. Deniska filled half the kettle with water from the tap. "Tomorrow I'll tell Mom about the bucket that fell into the well." He turned on the gas and put it on the burner. A couple of minutes later, the kettle began to whistle cheerfully. Deniska sat down on the bed and began to recall the events of the previous night. "What a night. The covering that his mother had done was constantly before his eyes. How beautifully a woman is made. And Ira, will she do the covering for me too?" Then he remembered Zinaida Semenovna. "What if she does the covering for me?" These thoughts made him blush inwardly, and he tried to free himself from this impressive and grandiose obsession. He undressed and, not finding his underwear, put on a T-shirt. "Mom must have taken them to be washed." He heard the sound of doors closing on the street. "They're here." He got up to meet them. The door opened, and Vera and Ira stepped over the threshold.
-The air is so fresh at night.
-Yes, very fresh. The kettle is already boiling. Let's get our son to take a shower. I want to wash off the cream.
-Yes, okay.
Vera found a small saucepan in the cupboard. Talking about the sounds of the night forest that reached them from the street, they waited for the kettle to boil.
-I'll turn everything off. I'll take the kettle, and you take the saucepan. Let's go.
Vera and Deniska went to take a shower. Ira moved to the bed and arranged the pillows as they had agreed on the street. They decided that Vera would go first. Ira showed her how to breathe through her nose. Ira placed a pillow for Vera between her legs and a pillow under her back. "This should be comfortable." She leaned on the pillow and waited for Vera and Deniska. She didn't feel like sleeping, and she remembered this evening and all these practices and her new sensations.
Meanwhile, Vera opened the door to the shower stall.
-Son, get undressed and come in. Fill half a saucepan with water for me.
Deniska undressed, went into the cubicle, and filled the saucepan with water. Vera tested it with her hand.
-It's not warm, but it's not very cold either.
She added hot water from the kettle.
-So, how should we stand?
Deniska remembered that Ira used to stand on a plastic bowl when she helped him relieve himself over the shower stall. They often used it for washing small items.
-Mom, put the kettle in the corner of the stall so it doesn't get knocked over. You get undressed, and I'll be right there.
Deniska went out into the shower room. "So, where is it? There it is." When he came in, Vera had undressed and was waiting for him. Deniska turned the bowl upside down on the floor.
-Mom, sit down. I'll pour the water on myself, and you lather me up. It'll be faster that way.
-Do you trust me? I'll be careful.
Vera sat down on the bowl in front of Deniska. Deniska was sitting at the table in front of Vera and could see her breasts and beautiful legs, which were slightly spread apart. Deniska's soldier reacted immediately and rose to nine o'clock.
-Yes, that's more comfortable. Pour water on yourself slowly, saving water.
Deniska began to pour water below his waist. Vera began to rub soap on his thighs and buttocks. When there was a lot of foam, she moved on to his friend and pearls. She took her time and slowly rubbed the soap, trying to wash off the remains of the cream that had not been absorbed. Thoughts flooded her mind, and she imperceptibly began to ponder. "How the world is arranged. If a woman and a man treat each other in a special way, their life path is long and rich. How much the health of a couple depends on the woman. If a woman treats a man's sexual energy with care, helping to direct it to the upper chakras, she prolongs her own life and that of her husband, and can prepare the elixir of immortality within herself, while helping the man achieve success in his career and develop his creative potential. How much a man can give to a woman. According to ancient texts, any penetration of my body by his organ can help me achieve perfect health and acquire extraordinary abilities. And me? I can give him my breasts. He will also receive the nectar of amrita. Of course, I will not forget about the restrictions. Only energy and only touch. But he will learn how to treat a woman's body and will control himself.
Such thoughts swirled around in her head and prevented her from concentrating. She focused.
-Son, I'm pulling back the skin. I'm being careful.
-Yes, Mom, you're already rubbing him too gently. He's already a little hardened.
Vera uncovered the head of his friend and began to rub it with soap in all the farthest corners. His friend grew even bigger and looked up at the ceiling. Vera's gentle hands did not arouse any lustful thoughts in Deniska. His heart was very warm, and he was happy with every touch of her hands.
-I think I've lathered everything thoroughly. Now here too, at the same time.
Vera put her hands behind his butt and plunged into its folds. She lathered and rubbed thoroughly there.
-You can rinse it off. Pour it on. That's good. Just a little bit here. That's it. Close the skin. Everything is clean. A little back. Where my favorite spot is. That's it. Just like that.
It took two ladles to wash off the soap. There was still more than half left in the kettle. Deniska couldn't just leave. He wanted to do something for his mother.
-Son, you're all clean. You can go now.
-Mom, can I wash you too?" Look, you're all wet from the splashes.
At first, Vera wanted to say, "No." "But how can I say no to him? Deniska does everything for her.
-Do you really want to?
-"Yes, very much.
-Okay, but on the condition that you do my favorite exercise for me.
Vera smiled.
-Mom, of course. After you did the Covering for me, I'll do anything for you.
Deniska smiled back at her.
-Why did the Covering affect you so much?
-It's simple. I love beauty. For me, it was magnificent.
-Okay, okay! Don't embarrass me.
Vera stood up and kissed him on the cheek. Deniska hugged her, found her lips, and kissed her.
-Let's finish up, son, Ira is waiting for us. How should I stand?
-Like this. I'll sit down.
They switched places, and now Deniska, after Vera poured water on herself from a saucepan, began to lather her up. Sometimes she squatted down, giving his hands access. He also slowly rubbed her in all the folds of her mound and buttocks. His movements were uniform and covered all parts of her intimate area.
-Mom, is that okay?
-Yes, very good. Son, rub some soap here too, let's wash off the cream.
Deniska lathered her Cueva de la Luz area and then her entire chest.
-You have gentle hands. That's about it. Now pour the water.
Deniska stood up and began to slowly pour water from above. With his other hand, he washed the soap off her body. Vera also rubbed water over her body and washed off the foam.
-Vera! I hear you're here. You've been gone so long, I decided to check on you.
Vera opened the door slightly. Ira was standing nearby. She looked in and saw Deniska sitting on a plastic bowl below, holding a saucepan, and Vera standing in front of him. They were wet.
-We decided to rinse me off too. We got delayed.
-Ira, come over here and I'll pour some water on you too. The water in the saucepan is warm.
-Iri, come over here. I'll stand behind Deniska so you can have a place to sit. Help me with my son.
She stood up, stepped onto the plastic bowl, and moved behind Deniska. She spread her legs wider and wrapped her feet around Deniska's thighs. Her place was now free. Deniska looked up and saw Vera's breasts above his head.
-Oh, my dear ones. Well, let's do it.
Ira took off her nightgown, threw it on the bench, and stepped into the cubicle.
Deniska drew some water, diluting it with water from the kettle. He did this slowly, afraid of spilling the hot water and burning himself.
-Mom, hold this.
He passed the saucepan up, and Vera caught it. She began to pour water over Ira from shoulder level. Deniska lathered her up. When he was done, he handed the soap to Vera, and she also began to lather the upper part of Ira's body. Of course, Deniska paid most attention to her mound. Reaching back with his hand, he also tried to reach all the hollows and folds. Ira helped him a little with her movements and turns of her hips. Together, they quickly finished and began to rinse her off. The water in the kettle ran out, but there was still soap on her body.
-It's okay, honey. Pour cold water from the saucepan. It's just cold enough. It's refreshing.
-Irisha, we'll rub you down with a towel later if you get cold.
When they finished, they came out one by one. After drying themselves with towels, they went to their beds one after another. Vera reached for the shelf and took a clean towel with her, bringing up the rear. When she got to the beds, she saw that Ira had prepared everything for their practice. Ira showed Vera where to sit.
-Honey, stand here, and when Mom gives you the signal, you start. Remember, this is a massage. Massage is very delicate and beneficial. There's no need to rush. Honey, you must control yourself completely and not make any sudden movements. Do the lower lock and focus on the space between your eyebrows. Vera, the most important thing for you is to breathe through your nose, as I taught you.
-We understand and are ready.
Ira, making sure that everything was in place, crawled on her knees behind Vera's head. Leaning back on her pillow, she spread her thighs and wrapped them around Vera's pillow.
-Verchik, a little higher than your head.
Vera lay down higher.
-Everything is correct, we can begin.
Vera put her hand on Deniska's thighs and pulled him toward her. His friend was tense and entered straight and precisely in the right direction. As Ira had taught her, she opened his head and let him go deeper to the very base of her larynx. Deniska began to make slow, steady movements. The first time he did this to Ira, he didn't really understand his feelings. Now it was very sensitive and pleasant for him. He felt his fighter become rock hard. Afraid of losing control, he made a strong lower muscle lock.
He realized how right Ira was when she warned him about the intense sensations in this position. Ira took Deniska's hands and placed them on her shoulders. Deniska caressed her shoulders and breasts and stopped, hugging her from behind. His face was hidden in her neck. He was very focused on himself, afraid of not being able to cope with his strong arousal.
Vera began this massage very cautiously at first. When her breathing calmed down completely, she felt more confident. Taking a slow breath, holding it, and exhaling slowly, she gradually began to feel a hot warmth in her throat. No, it wasn't a burning sensation, but warmth. After a while, on another slow breath,
she felt a tickling sensation moving up her spine from her tailbone, which, like in childhood, wanted to make her jump up and run around the floor with her dolls. Reaching her throat, where Deniska's friend was, the tickling dissolved in her in a circle. Spots of light with blurred edges began to appear in her eyes. She pressed Deniska's bottom against her with her hand. Deniska stopped, and she tried to understand what was happening to her. From below, from her center, Dan Tian, and upward, warmth also rose and dissolved, spreading in a wide circle in her chest. The light in her eyes began to fade. "I'll have to ask Ira if this is right or not." She pressed Deniska's buttock again, and he began to slowly move deeper.
For Deniska, this respite gave him the opportunity to regain complete control. He held the lower lock tightly and did not let go. Vera remembered Ira's instructions once again. She tried to turn her head to the left, to the right, and in a circle, trying to achieve sensations inside her throat. "What a good practice this is. Or is it a massage? It doesn't matter what you call it. But what a sensation throughout the body. I hope Deniska can handle it. Be patient, son. We owe you so much." Vera trusted Ira completely. If Ira said that these practices rejuvenated the body, then that was the truth. Vera wanted to be young and beautiful and at the same time not hurt anyone, especially Deniska. Vera felt very good. Energy pulsed through her. She could have stayed in that position longer, but remembering her son and Ira, she slowly stopped Deniska and pulled him back.
-Son, that's enough for now.
She held Deniska by the hips until he lay down next to her. At the same time, Ira lay down on the other side of Deniska. She moved her hand to his mate and took it in her hand.
-How do you feel? Are you tense? Do you need help?
-I'm very excited. I'm holding the lock with my coccyx muscles.
Ira moved her hand to his point in the Xuan Guan area.
-Relax your legs, let me get to the point.
Deniska relaxed, and Ira pressed her fingers on the spot. Deniska felt all the tension spread like water in his lower abdomen. He calmed down, and the intense tension subsided. Ira removed her hand. Vera got up and took out the towel she had brought from the shower. She wrapped Deniska's friend in the towel and began to wipe him down. Deniska felt the pleasant coolness of the damp towel.
-Son, how did you feel?
-Mom, it felt really good. If you hadn't stopped me, I wouldn't have been able to hold back, and my seed would have come out of me. I was very afraid of that.
-Honey, it's my fault for not warning you this time. You should have given us a sign, and we would have pressed your point right away. Next time, warn us in advance.
-Yes, I understand. It's very difficult to control yourself in that position. Mom, how are you? Did I do everything right?
-Yes, son. You did well. Thank you, dear. I feel very unusual and good.
-Ira, does this exercise give you abilities?
-Do you mean extrasensory abilities?
-Yes, exactly those.
-Yes, honey.
-Iris, could scientists from America have used ancient manuscripts in their research?
-It's quite possible. They immediately began to influence certain areas of the throat and did not engage in research and investigation. I have come to believe that there are still unexplored practices that are now closed to ordinary people and preserved only in the texts of scrolls in monasteries. My mother told me that some practices were written in gold ink because of their value.
Vera and Deniska asked questions, and Ira tried to answer them using the information she had. They were lying on their backs. Deniska, feeling a special care for himself, placed both hands on his mother's and Ira's mounds at the same time. Giving him access, they spread their legs and lifted them, bending at the knees. He plunged his fingers into their folds and touched different points inside, feeling the response to his touch. Deniska listened to Ira with interest. Vera wondered how she could politely ask Ira to do the last practice for her. Again, as last time, Deniska was the first to take advantage of a pause in the conversation, turning to Ira and asking.
-Ira, are we going to give you an internal massage now?
-I'm like you. If you're not tired, then we can.
-Will you do the Covering for me afterwards?
-I will.
Then a little devil got into Deniska. He pressed himself against Ira, put his hand on her stomach, and asked.
-How about two Coverings?
-Honey, what are you thinking? How would that work?
-You see, I want to make an agreement in advance. What if I feel really sick during the day and want to ask you to help me right away?
Ira understood that he was joking. But "there is some truth in every joke." Ira thought for a moment and replied in a similar manner.
-Yes, we will. Vera and I will cover you from both sides.
-How will that work?
-We'll press ourselves tightly, tightly against you and kiss and cover you until you beg for mercy.
-Okay, I agree. That'll be great!
Deniska was glad that they understood his joke. They laughed. Vera asked him again.
-Son, why did you suddenly ask that? Should I be worried? What if you get caught at the technical school?
-Mom, don't worry. I see you all the time during the day, and you are so beautiful that sometimes everything inside me changes dramatically and I feel a very strong tension and a strong desire to press myself against you. At the technical school, you are dressed strictly, and there are many strangers there. Everything will be fine with me.
-But still, honey, you know the technical school. You should be able to handle it. Here, when no one is around, I allow you to cuddle up to me all day long.
-Irish, you're spoiling him again.
-Verchik, just a little bit. Deniska does so much for us. He cares about our health.
-Yes, you're right. Son, I won't object either, cuddle up. Just please make sure no one is around.
-I promise, Mom, don't worry.
They lay down as they had last time, only Ira and Vera switched places. Ira warned Deniska once again not to get himself too excited and to warn them when he was ready. When everyone was ready, Ira pressed Deniska's buttocks against her, and he began his movements. Deniska held onto Vera's shoulders. Overall, he felt very comfortable in this position. Then he felt Ira open the head of his mate and take it as deep as possible into herself. She touched different points inside her throat and sometimes moved his mate in a circle. For Deniska, all her movements were pleasant. Then Ira stopped him, and he froze. She breathed slowly through her nose. Her eyes were closed. Deniska noticed that everything was clearly visible. After they started practicing together, they didn't turn off the lights, and the flashlight was left on the nightstand more and more often. He leaned toward Vera and reached for her lips. His hands rested on her breasts, and he gently squeezed them. Vera responded to his kisses.
As soon as Ira felt the warmth deep in her throat, she stopped Deniska. Now that warmth was spreading, and she decided to wait. "What will happen to this warmth if Deniska doesn't stop?" Ira pressed his buttocks again, and Deniska moved forward and began to make his movements again under the control of her hands.
Vera saw that Deniska had started practicing again, so she moved away from him so as not to interfere with his practice with Ira. Ira no longer stopped him, and he moved only back and forth. When the heat reached her tailbone, she stopped Deniska again. For Deniska, this pause was necessary. He realized that he couldn't keep going in this position for long. He needed a break to keep his fighter under control. Vera remembered that the first time Ira took Deniska's friend inside her, she massaged her breasts. Her hands reached forward, and she covered Ira's breasts with her palms and began to massage them in circles, as in their usual female practice. "Should I do this? Ira didn't tell me." Vera slowly began to remove her hands, and when they were already on the pillow, Ira reached for her hand and took it. She placed it on her chest. Vera understood and calmly continued to massage her.
Ira tried to understand herself and control the flow of energy. When Vera began to massage her chest, her pleasant circular movements caused her to feel a growing warmth in her lower cinnabar field, which she directed upward. She also felt a flow of energy along the back central energy channel, which intensified and weakened depending on Deniska's movements.
"Will I be able to handle two streams?" At that moment, Vera removed her hands from her chest. At first, Ira decided that it would be better that way. "I need to learn how to work with the energy of the spine." As soon as Vera's hands were removed from her chest, the pleasant sensations from their massage began to subside. Ira reached for them and put them back on her chest. "It feels so good. Let them stay there a little longer." Her brain worked calmly, and the following thoughts changed her mind. She remembered that some practices allowed for women who had given birth were not recommended for young women. She understood that a strong surge of sexual energy could have an undesirable effect on a person's personality. She took Vera's hand again and slowly moved it aside, making it clear that she didn't need to massage her. "Thank you, my dear. Not yet. But next time, I will definitely give you a massage in this position. The double energy will only benefit you."
Vera obediently removed her hands. "Ira knows best." With each pause, Deniska felt stronger. His fighter was very tense, and this tension emanated from his tailbone and rose upward in a single shaft. But this tension was controllable. He knew for sure that he would not ejaculate now. These sensations gave him confidence as a man. "I can do this for a long, long time. How wonderful."
He noticed that he had a new desire to push his fighter as deep as possible into Ira. It was some kind of instinctive impulse. He managed to stop himself, afraid of hurting Ira. "Keep yourself under control," he repeated to himself.
Vera asked Deniska several times how he was feeling. Deniska replied that everything was fine. Ira, hearing his answers, was calm and continued to accept the fighter inside her. This time, more time had passed since the start of the practice. Finally, Ira gently held Deniska's hips and then pushed him away from her.
-Lie down, honey. I can see you've done it.
-Yes, I didn't expect to be able to last so long. It wasn't difficult at all.
They laid Deniska down in the center and lay down next to him. Vera touched his friend.
-It's so big. Are you really in control of it?
Ira lay on her back. Her energy was still bubbling up her spine, and she calmed it by holding her breath.
-Yes, Mom. Maybe we should... or rather, give him a Covering.
-Ira, do you want to rest? Can I do it for him?
-No, Verchik. It will be more beneficial for the honey to receive Covering from me now, since my Yin is very strong at the moment. Will you help me from behind? Will you support me so that I can gently lower myself onto him?
-Yes, of course. I remember that I need to spread my lips and cover his friend.
Ira removed the pillows.
-Honey, can I sit down? Are you ready?
-Yes, I'm completely ready.
Deniska leaned his head toward the lamp so he could see the covering process better. Ira didn't notice that the light was shining brightly on her from behind. She turned her back to Deniska and moved her knee across his thigh. She shifted forward and leaned over, moving her buttocks onto his mate. It wasn't the first time Deniska had seen Ira's butt, but it was the Covering that gave him a special, open view of this place that was so beautiful to him. He watched as if spellbound. Her beautiful waist and buttocks were the eighth wonder of the world to him. Vera placed her palms underneath and spread Ira's labia, helping her to sit down and completely cover Deniska's mate. Spreading her knees to the sides of Deniska, Ira gently covered his mate with her vulva. Leaning forward, she rested her head on Deniska's legs.
-Honey, I'm not pressing on you anywhere.
-It's okay. You're lying down, and it's easy for me, and I don't feel the weight.
Deniska began to stroke Ira's buttocks with his palms. Involuntarily, he pushed them forward and then back again. This gentle back-and-forth movement of his mate was very pleasant for him. He tried to do it discreetly, moving his mate under Ira's womb, touching it tightly inside. He raised his head higher toward Vera and spoke to her quietly.
-Mom, can you do a double covering for me?
-Double? I don't know how.
Vera also answered him quietly.
-Lie on top of me like Ira and lean forward, with your knees on either side.
Deniska put his hand to his lips. Vera took a breath and was about to say something, but then froze. She leaned toward him and whispered.
-I'll try, but I'm afraid. Will you be able to breathe?
-Mom, I'll help myself with my hands from below. You'll lower yourself gently, and there will be air.
Vera turned to face Ira's back, spread her knees, and slowly moved toward Deniska's head. Deniska used his palms to open the folds of her mound and directed them toward his face. Vera moved even closer and leaned forward. Deniska couldn't see whether she was touching Ira or not, but everything worked out as he had planned. Vera lowered her open mound onto his lips. Deniska immediately began kissing everything inside. His hands were at a comfortable height for his touches and kisses. Vera involuntarily twitched above him. Her breasts fell onto Ira's back and touched her nipples.
-Ira, Deniska asked me to lie down like this. Isn't it too heavy for you?
-It's almost comfortable. Hug me with your arms, it will be easier for you.
Vera put her hands on either side of her back, not knowing how to hug Ira. She moved her palms forward and under her armpits. As a result, her hands ended up on the side of her chest, and she pressed them with her palms. Ira lifted herself slightly, and her hands completely enveloped her chest, which was freely positioned between Deniska's legs. Ira's hands were folded like a student at a desk and were in front of her head.
As soon as Vera settled down, Deniska started moving again under Ira. Ira turned her head toward Deniska.
-Honey, do you want me to move a little on top of you?
-Um... yes. Just a little, if possible. I'm in complete control.
-Okay, dear. Your job is to keep your lower lock engaged and pull your energy upward. As soon as you get tired, pat us on the back.
-I understand.
-Verchik, can we help him together? Follow my movements. I can feel him beneath me. The main thing is not to rush. Very gently.
-Yes, I understand. I'll follow you.
Ira froze, and as soon as Deniska made a forward movement beneath her, she gently leaned back toward him. Deniska felt so good that he froze. After a while, he repeated the movement. Ira responded with a gentle counter-movement toward him. For Deniska, this was so new that he caught every millimeter of his movement. He realized that this was close to real contact with a woman and thought how unusually good it was. Ira's advice was very helpful to him. He listened carefully to himself and his energy. The unusual sensations he was now experiencing could lead to an explosion inside him and a complete loss of control. He was at the peak of his sensations and was afraid of falling from this summit. With each movement under Ira, he became more confident, and his caresses of Vera's mound intensified.
"Yes, I'm in control. I can feel it. Don't rush. Just don't rush," he told himself. He mentally thanked Ira for freezing with him. "If she started moving on her own, the result would be obvious."
Vera was afraid to make any unnecessary movements. She enjoyed the pleasant sensations from the touching of her nipples. They pressed against Ira during their movements, and this contact intensified them. Deniska's caresses added to her hazy pleasure.
Ira was focused on giving Deniska what he wanted. She tried to take as much weight off his fighter as possible. She understood his every movement and touch beneath her and feared for him even more than he did himself. She really wanted him to keep his energy under control. When Deniska began to move more confidently beneath her, she calmed down and began to enjoy the friction of his member against her womb.
The impulsiveness of his movements allowed Deniska to listen to himself. He remembered Ira's explanations about his arousal and conserving energy. "It's like an inverted parabola. You are at its peak. And at this peak, it is better for you to move backward rather than forward. You must slow down your arousal, return to the parabolic curve of your arousal. If your peak of arousal passes the top of the parabola, you will roll rapidly downward.
At this moment, pressing the point can save you." He thought how difficult it was to understand this moment of being at the top. He decided to pause longer before moving forward again. After this pause, he concluded that at the top of the parabola, he needed to increase the pause between movements forward under Ira. "Yes, that's right. This will allow me to stay at the peak. Otherwise, if I keep moving along the parabola, I will inevitably slide down. The pause will allow me to go back at the peak and then forward. During the pause, I need to strengthen the movement of the muscles to hold the lower lock. This way, I will stay at the peak all the time." Having made these conclusions and reinforced them with practice, he became even better at managing his sexual energy.
Vera began to notice that Deniska's tongue movements were slowing down. "He's tired. We need to release him."
-Irisha, I'm going to get up. I feel that Deniska is tired.
-Yes, I think it's time. Will you help me get up later?
-Yes, how exactly?
-I'll lift myself up, and you hold my knee so that I can carefully put it on the bed.
-I understand.
Vera slowly lifted her buttocks above Deniska's head and began to slowly move backward on her knees. Once she was completely behind Deniska, she sat down and waited for Ira. Ira didn't move. Vera placed her hand on the back of Ira's back.
-I'm ready. I'm ready to help.
Ira immediately sprang into action. She lifted herself up, then raised her knee and began to turn around to put it on the bed and sit down completely. Vera took her knee and, helping her to keep her balance, lowered her onto the bed as she sat down next to Deniska. Deniska remained lying in the same position. They both leaned over him and simultaneously covered his mate with their palms. He was moderately aroused, and they moved to his face. His eyes were closed.
-Son, what's wrong with you? Are you asleep?
-No, Mom. I'm fine. I can't feel my body. I feel like I'm flying. So light.
Deniska himself didn't know why he felt so light. He couldn't feel his legs or arms. It was weightlessness on the bed. He felt it when he moved under Ira. Above him was Vera's womb, and he was completely in darkness. It was like a waking dream. Some lights flashed before his eyes, and it seemed to him that he was flying. Vera looked at Ira, as if asking what to do with him. Is this normal for Deniska? Is it dangerous? Ira raised her palms and pressed them a couple of times in Vera's direction, which meant, "Calm down. Everything is fine."
-Honey, what do you want? Maybe some water?
-No, I don't want water. I want something else.
-Tell us, and we'll do it for you.
Deniska really wanted to prolong this state and just lie there and be weightless. He wasn't joking and answered in all seriousness.
-I want to snuggle up to you again.
Vera looked at him intently. At first, she thought Deniska was playing with them, but his eyes were still closed, and he was speaking as if in a dream.
-Rest, we'll take care of it.
Ira spoke little and showed Vera how to lie down and lean on the pillow. She prepared a pillow for Deniska. Vera lay down next to him. When everything was ready, Ira leaned over Deniska.
-Honey, turn on your side.
Deniska, without opening his eyes, turned on his side under Ira's guidance. His head rested on the prepared pillow, and his lips were right in front of Vera's chest. Deniska immediately found her nipple and sucked it in. Ira sat nearby and motioned to Vera with her hand to let him lie there for now. Deniska continued to see his flight, and the feeling of weightlessness did not leave him. He missed Ira and wanted to snuggle up to her. He raised his hand and moved it sideways in search of Ira. His hand immediately found Ira sitting next to him. He hugged her and gently pulled her toward him. Ira settled down and lay down in front of him. Deniska hugged her and pressed his knees against her. He calmed down. His weightlessness turned into sleep. In his dream, he was startled by the sight of a bright red carpet. He walked along it and looked around because people were saluting him, tipping their caps.
All the people were in military uniform. "Where am I? Why are they greeting me?" His hand jerked toward his head, along with his arm in his sleep, to respond to the officer passing by. "Am I in the military?" A young female officer was walking toward him. Seeing her from afar, he recognized her immediately. It was Ira. "What is her rank?" Passing by him, she smiled and saluted him, and he responded. She is a captain. "Why did my heart sink? She's my wife! But Ira is the head of the department. How can this be?" Confused by the jumble of thoughts and emotions in his head, he began to toss and turn.
Vera, feeling Deniska's tremors in his sleep, stroked his forehead.
-Hush, son. Go back to sleep.
She blew very gently on his face, chasing away sleep. Ira lifted Deniska's hand, which was hugging her, and lay down next to Vera.
-The honey is asleep. I'll move closer to you. Is he dreaming about something?
-Yes, something disturbing. We had such a busy day today. So many new things happened for me. Ira, don't you want to sleep yet?
-I'll lie down with you. It's a lot of new things for me too. It was our first time doing it for so long. I don't think we can do it for that long. It's better to split the practices. Can we do some of it during the day or every other day? What do you think?
-I agree. I felt so good today. For the first time, I felt energy and was able to control it. All thanks to Deniska.
They exchanged impressions about their activities earlier that evening and even during the night. They decided to ask Deniska more details tomorrow, whether he was tired.
Deniska continued to hold Vera's nipple in his mouth and sleep. After Vera woke him up,
he lay quietly for a while.
-Well, it seems he's calmed down. He had a disturbing dream.
He's still emotionally excited. After all, he experienced so much for the first time today. Tomorrow we won't overload him and we'll take care of him.
Thank you, Irisha, for your concern. Lie down next to me, on my other breast. Have some nectar.
-May I?
-Of course, dear, make yourself comfortable.
Ira placed her pillow next to Deniska's and laid her head on it. Her knees were behind Vera's back, and her position was mirrored to Deniska's. Vera helped her take her breast, and soon Ira, closing her eyes, began to suck on Vera's nipple. Vera hugged Ira with her arm, just as she had Deniska, and closed her eyes.
Ira immediately felt the sweet taste. "Will mine taste like that? I should offer my breast to Vera tomorrow. She also needs to absorb the nectar of youth." They closed their eyes. Vera listened to Deniska. He lay quietly, and she relaxed and dozed off.
Vera's care calmed Deniska. His thoughts and worries disappeared on their own, and sleep returned. It was a continuation. He was sitting in some room, and an open newspaper lay in front of him.
"News of the Councils of Workers' Deputies of the USSR," Deniska read. A sausage sandwich lay on top of the newspaper. He held a glass of his favorite tea in his hands. He looked at it. A tractor driver and a collective farmer were engraved on the coaster. They were holding a sheaf of wheat in their hands. Below, in large letters, was the inscription VSKhV. He was about to drink tea with a sandwich because it was lunchtime. There was a knock at the door. "Yes, come in." He didn't recognize his own voice—loud, low, and commanding. He swallowed and held Vera's nipple tighter. An officer entered. Deniska looked at his epaulettes; there were three stars. "Colonel. And me?" He looked at his own epaulettes. "I have three stars too. We must be friends." The colonel was carrying a chessboard and a bundle of food. They set up the pieces and began to play, combining the game with sandwiches and tea. He remembered Ira. "I have to find her!" He began to worry again in his sleep. Vera rubbed his forehead again and blew on him. It helped. He calmed down and fell into a deeper sleep. In his dream, he saw them rearranging the pieces on the chessboard, but he had no thoughts and just watched. Then the chessboard began to move away, and he rose to the ceiling of the room and saw two gray-haired men sitting at a table, playing chess and talking. He remembered Ira again. "How can I find her?" He didn't even have time to think of an answer before he rose high, high above.
He saw around him a multitude of bright, blurry, white, airy, voluminous, winding paths. They intertwined in bizarre patterns in space. It was dark, and the light from these paths softly illuminated everything around him. "What is this?" Deniska peered at the misty white path closest to him. He saw an office, a wide, long table, and two military officers playing chess. "I was just there." Trying to figure it out and see more, he turned his head from side to side, but couldn't get away from this path. He floated through space along it, peering inside. Inside, people, landscapes, cities, and houses changed. The further he moved away from his original position, the older and more ancient the images became. Cars on the roads were replaced by horses, and trams disappeared. Houses began to appear more often made of wood. Forests and fields changed in a smooth flow of light and shadow. "Amazing and beautiful. Like a movie," thought Deniska. Then he saw a wooden house decorated with carved window frames and stopped to look at it because it resembled a picture from a book about the Little Humpbacked Horse that his mother had read to him as a child.
"Beyond the mountains, beyond the forests,
Beyond the wide seas,
Against the sky—on the earth.
An old man lived in a village."
He rushed inside the house and immediately found himself in a room. He was very surprised by this ability to move inside the white path.
A harp was playing. With his back to him, he saw three women. They were singing. Deniska listened and heard his mother's voice in their singing. "Could it really be my mother?"
"The fast river spilled, spilled, spilled, spilled, spilled."
Two women echoed and added tenderness and sadness to the song. They picked up the tune and the three of them continued.
"The fast river spilled, spilled, spilled, spilled, spilled."
The voice sang again, and he thought, "So it's Ira singing."
"Gray flies, and these are my eyes."
The velvety voice of an unfamiliar woman complemented Ira's voice, and the three of them sounded very melodious.
"Gray flies, and these are my eyes."
He froze and was afraid to breathe, so as not to disturb them and prevent them from singing their song.
And the green grass is my heart,
The gentle wind is my soul.
The high banks are my hands,
The white clouds are my thoughts,
The dense forest is my sorrow,
The colorful birds are my joy.
He was able to get a better look at their clothes. They were wearing old-fashioned dresses with kokoshniks on their heads, decorated with pearls and beads. When, in the dim light, he got a better look at their faces and recognized his mother and Ira, he was stunned. He couldn't understand anything. "Why are they here?" He did not know the third woman. She was much taller than his mother and had a large build. Apparently, he made some kind of noise, because everyone turned in his direction as if on cue and began to look for the source of the sound.
They looked at him, causing him to toss and turn restlessly in his sleep. Vera gently pressed his head against her and stroked his hair. Without letting go of his pacifier, Deniska turned his head from side to side.
-The honey is dreaming again.
-Yes, he's tossing and turning again. Quiet, my dear. Go away, bad dream.
At Vera's words, Deniska hovered above the house. "How beautiful and unusual it is around here." He heard the words of an unfamiliar song again, which faded away until they fell silent.
"The sun is bright—it is my love, ah-ah-ah,
The bright sun is my love, ah-ah-ah,
The stars in the sky are my hope, ah-ah-ah,
The stars in the sky are my hope, ah-ah-ah."
Rising higher, he found himself in space again. "Is this the past? I ended up in an old house with my mother and Ira in these clothes." Deniska tried to explain what he had seen to himself, but he couldn't bring his reasoning to a logical conclusion. "I need to go the other way. That's where my time is." Deniska flew up, turned around, and, watching the images inside the air corridor, floated above it in the opposite direction. At some point, he stopped and looked back and forth. He could not see the beginning or the end of the corridor, only its winding path. He began to peer inside. It seemed to him that Moscow was down there. Over there, the domes of St. Basil's Cathedral. He rushed down and found himself in the square in front of the cathedral.
Turning his head from side to side, he saw many people wandering around the square and looking at the cathedral, listening to the tour guide. Everyone had white earbuds in their ears. "Where to now?" He floated above the people and suddenly saw his mother, Ira, and that tall woman from the past walking toward him in the distance.
Deniska's dream: https://youtube.com/shorts/GxlZFDCHW3g
They were chatting animatedly about their final exams. They had graduated from the Military Academy of the General Staff of the Russian Armed Forces. "Are they officers? What unusual uniforms they have. And glasses. Looking closely at the glasses, he heard a sound like a radio, and an image flashed on the screen of the glasses. Is this the future? What now? Where should I go?" Deniska was confused and didn't know what to do. He felt his heart tighten with confusion and growing anxiety. At that moment, his hands touched something and pulled him upward. He flew up and saw that a small white cloud was touching him. Inside it, he could even make out the face of a little man with a halo above his head. They floated back over the white corridor. Deniska felt a slight push downwards and began to fall rapidly. He woke up with a start and jerked his head. He let go of the nipple and sighed.
-Mom, are you here?
-I'm here. Are you okay? Did you have a dream?
-Yes. I'm glad you're here.
Ira heard the quiet conversation and woke up.
-Verchik, let's go to bed. Did you have a dream, honey?
-Yes, I think I saw you in the past and the future.
-That's interesting. Will you tell me about it tomorrow?
-Yes.
-Yes, Ira, let's go to bed.
They made up their beds, moved Deniska first, and then lay down themselves. After wishing
each other good night, they fell asleep. "Everything today was not according to plan," Vera thought as she fell asleep.
To be continued.