Salma, a 35-year-old, rather plump village woman, was home alone and, as usual, was lazily tidying up the wide porch. This time, she headed toward the corn shed located at the far end of the field next to the house to fetch some corn. The corn shed was a rather old and rickety two-story small building. The corn was stored on the second floor, while the first floor housed a storage room where various household tools and items were kept. She trudged up the stairs with heavy steps and entered the shed. At that moment, the half-rotten, plank-covered floor couldn't withstand the woman's weight and gave way. With a shriek, Salma fell through the hole that had formed, but she survived the fall to the first floor thanks to her large lower back and got stuck between the beams with her pelvic bones, leaving her torso above while her legs dangled below, kicking against the storage room's ceiling.
At that time, George was walking home from school, but although he was standing far enough away from the road, his sharp ears still caught the sound of the desperate scream. He quickly jumped over the fence and ran toward the sound. Soon, he reached the scene and recognized the voice of his neighbour woman. He entered the storage room and what did he see? Salma's snow-white legs dangling in the air, her dress caught on the ceiling planks and hiked up, her red panties enticingly stretched over her plump, beautifully rounded rear. George froze in place and stared like a stunned calf at Salma's white thighs. He desperately wanted to touch her exposed, passionate legs with his hands. The storage room was very low—he could easily reach not only the woman's legs but even the ceiling. Trembling, he stretched his hands toward her body, mustered his courage, and dug all ten fingers into her thick buttocks.
Salma, who had no idea what was happening below, yelped in surprise, jerked her legs with all her might, and kicked George, sending him tumbling backwards.
George reddened and overwhelmed with lust, scrambled to his feet, grabbed Salma's panties with both hands, and yanked them down to her knees. With burning eyes, he stared at the woman's shameful parts—he had never seen a naked woman's body before. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands and began kneading them feverishly. Salma realized someone was below, screamed, started choking and cursing, and tried to fend off the crazed male with her legs. But she couldn't manage it—partly because her panties were tangled around her knees, and partly because George had a firm grip on her. Meanwhile, George shifted his attention to her shameful mounds and moaned with pleasure.
George aroused and frantic, wondered how he could press his throbbing member between Salma's legs. He was a fairly strong and agile young man who practised wrestling. He pulled the woman's panties down, braced his hands against the ceiling beams, and pulled his body up, propping his feet against the shelves on the opposite wall. Now he was parallel to the ceiling, right next to Salma. First, he spread one leg between hers, then the other, positioning himself comfortably on the shelves while gripping the wooden beam tightly.
George, now parallel to the ceiling beneath Salma, found himself poised between her spread legs, his hardened member in his pants right beneath her shameful parts. Salma, meanwhile, didn't rest—she screamed, cursed, and kicked. George momentarily let go of the beam with one hand, pulled out his fully erect member, and pressed it against her entrance. The heated tip slid into the opening, his hand returned to the beam, and with a strong thrust, he buried himself inside her.
George's slender member slid easily into the woman's wide passage. The blissful boy, feeling like he was on cloud nine, began thrusting vigorously. Salma kept struggling, trying to free herself, and in her movements, the muscles around his member clenched and relaxed, intensifying his pleasure and driving the already frenzied George even wilder.
The boy energetically pumped into her wide passage, moaning loudly in ecstasy. Soon, he felt the peak of pleasure approaching and, already at a frantic pace, sped up even more. Just as his seed was about to burst inside her, Salma's struggle bore fruit—the planks gave way, and the woman's heavy body fell downward. Thanks to his speed, George managed to pull out his penis and pull out his legs, hung on with his hands, and poured a waterfall of sperm over Salma, who was still in the air.
Salma landed heavily on the storage room floor. George jumped down lightning-fast, grabbed his schoolbag with one hand, adjusted his pants with the other, and bolted outside. Terrified that Salma might see and recognize him, he sprinted across the yard like a madman. In one leap, he cleared the fence and disappeared into the cornfields. He ran nonstop for a long time, all the while thinking cheerfully to himself:
"He was cheerfully thinking to himself: 'If this story spreads in the village, people will probably say — people have become so shameless these days, you can't even leave a pussy outside anymore; someone will immediately jump on it and fuck it.'