Gift from the Fate

All characters are 18 or older.

It is a story from the 90s of the 20th century in post communist Bulgaria, including real political and social fragments.

English is not my native language and i beg you pardon.

It happens that sometimes Lady Fate plays jokes on us, and other times she gives us unexpected gifts. Boyan still couldn't believe what opportunity was presenting itself to him. He was completely sure it was her and that she hadn't recognized him. The years had only made her more attractive. Her once sharp features had softened now, and though her body had filled out, she was in no way flabby. Her temper, however, was the same wicked and brazen as back then.

A woman ready to trample anyone and use any means in the name of her ambition. She strode through the office confidently, her heels clacking in a sharp staccato, and her rounded forms outlined under the tight skirt. Her voice whipped like a lash:

"Are you still not ready? I told you to organize the folders half an hour ago! You're such a slob, look how you've folded the corner of the page! No one's gathered you here to chat!"

She glanced at Boyan, but he just waved the floppy disk, and she pursed her lips and passed him by.

"Oh, Mr. Topalov! Please, come and let's review your speech! You there, blue shirt, make some coffee!"

Boyan remembered her exactly like that--a young, insanely ambitious teacher, mean as a wasp. She had become the pioneer leader despite her youth and used every opportunity to climb up to the place of the old and senile director. Such an opportunity presented itself in the form of Boyan and Yanitsa.

The two twelfth-graders had secluded themselves in the Russian language room, and the girl finally agreed to let him unbutton her shirt. Boyan didn't stop there, and despite her unconvincing protests, he pulled out her firm maiden breasts from the bra.

Blood roared in his ears, and even if the whole school collapsed around them, he probably wouldn't notice. Images of everything he'd heard men and women do flash through his mind. Yanitsa tried to button her shirt, then to grab his hands, but she only pulled him closer to her.

Boyan didn't even realize her actions, so absorbed was he in the astonishingly firm yet tender flesh. Who knows how this school romance would have ended if at that moment Comrade Gabriela Dimitrova, the teacher and pioneer leader, hadn't burst in suddenly.

"What are you doing?! Let her go right now! Let her go, didn't you hear me?!"

Enraged that Boyan didn't obey immediately, she marched toward them.

"Now I'll tell you, you! Ahhh, what..."

The dazed boy had raised his hand to protect himself from the flying slap, but unintentionally caught the teacher's shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, and when she pulled back, one of his fingers slipped into her bra and yanked it down.

Two pairs of bare tits jiggled in the room, and Boyan couldn't help but admit that Comrade Dimitrova's were bigger and more tempting. Yanitsa's had small, pale pink nipples, while the teacher's had darker buds with large, almost brown circles around them.

The natural attraction to the older woman spoke up, and the boy smacked his lips unconsciously. The sight lasted only a second before the teacher covered her heavy breasts with her hand. For some reason, they were even more tempting that way--hidden but partially visible, with one brown areola still on display, its nipple already hardening.

The boy marveled at how it changed instantly as the slap sent him reeling toward the wall.

Comrade Gabriela Dimitrova was in a frenzy of rage and joy. When the student touched her, she felt her flesh react on its own, as if it were some separate exhibitionist creature from her, dirty and perverse! This doubled her fury, already at an impressive level after catching the two aroused youths in the Russian language room.

The subsequent inspection of the room revealed before the young teacher's eyes a wondrous picture of her future meteoric career. Someone had drawn horns on Lenin's portrait, as well as a male genital organ in his mouth. The young woman's combinatorial mind immediately built the case.

A corrupt youth, in the company of a young harlot, not only defiles the temple of knowledge, assaults his teacher, but also desecrates the brightest figure in human history.

The situation was desperate, and the juvenile detention home in the town of Boychinovtsi awaited him. Then all of Bulgaria was struck by democracy.

November 10, 1989, came crashing down with all its weight. One day Boyan was a defendant, and the next... what? A dissident? A fighter against the man-hating system? The pedagogical council decided to transfer the boy to another school and hush up the story.

Boyan graduated, went through the mandatory army service, and was admitted in the university.

Unlike most of his peers, he learned not only to play on the computer but also to work with it. When one of the big political parties gathered students as collaborators for the elections, Boyan signed up to earn some money. They quickly discovered his talent and put him to officiate over the machine, which most solid party members regarded with superstitious horror.

Very soon, a grand scandal exploded in the press. One of the party leaders appeared on the front page of Trud newspaper in the company of two underage beauties, completely without clothes on them. And if the honorable gentleman's manhood had modestly hidden under his impressive belly, the charms of the girls were quite clearly visible.

The newspaper 24 Chasa was a day late but added a facsimile from the dossier of some Agent Shiva, who turned out to be none other than the naughty adulterer and lover of underage flesh.

Sociological agencies showed a drop-in support for the party by more than 2%. Boyan skimmed the news in passing, smirking at the misfortune of the party that paid him measly pennies and provided him with an internship. Then he forgot about the news. Until an hour ago.

He discovered the photos, as well as the State Security dossier, on one of the computers in the headquarters while running around like Figaro fixing this or that. They affectionately called him "the little hacker" and were endlessly glad he could save them from the terrifying challenge of technology.

Boyan watched Gabriela for some time and knew she always stayed last, always to finish something more. At the end of the workday, he slipped into the bathroom. The others rushed out with the determined resolve of a herd of buffaloes at a watering hole.

Boyan managed to sneak back unnoticed, made sure the floor had sunk into silence except for the office of the former Comrade Dimitrova. The woman didn't see him at all when he entered, so engulfed was she in her documents. Only when Boyan cleared his throat did she lift her head startled.

"Ah! What are you doing here?!" The woman frowned. "Why are you still here? Did you not finish something? You interns have no business after hours."

Boyan slowly grinned.

"Oh, yes. You could say I have unfinished business. And from a lo-o-ong time ago... Comrade Dimitrova."

Under her puzzled gaze, he pulled up a chair and sat across from her.

"May I?"Deliberately slowly, he pulled out a pack of Lucky Strike.

Gabriela was already red with anger, and her impressive chest rose as she took a breath to start on him. The boy clicked the Zippo; the smell of petroleum wafted through the office, and he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with cigarette smoke.

"Hey, little brat! What do you think you're doing?!"

"Right now I'll call security! You won't find a job even as a gas station attendant!"

The boy continued to grin insolently, and this infuriated her further.

"I'll arrange for you to be thrown out of university, you! Miserable loser!"

Gabriela stood up, probably to carry out her threat and call security, and then Boyan spoke:

"File BitingViper."

He saw the woman freeze and theatrically exhaled the cigarette smoke through his nose.

"Sit down if you please, please. Comrade Dimitrova."

She sat back down, her face tightened, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, what nonsense is this?"

"I think you understand pretty well."

The two stared at each other through the slowly curling cigarette smoke.

"Queen of silence, huh?"

In response, Gabriela angrily crossed her legs and pulled her tight skirt down as far as she could toward her knees. Then she clasped her fingers together and waited again. Finally, she couldn't hold back.

"I'm giving you one minute to explain your babbling. Then I'll call the security."

Her voice was cutting.

"The minute is ticking!"

Boyan smiled lazily.

"Do you know what a backup is?" He waited for Gabriela to shake her head uncertainly. "When you're working, the power might go out, your computer might freeze, or some other trouble might happen. The computer helpfully saves the files in case you haven't done it yourself for a long time. I checked, out of everyone who was at the hotel for that memorable gathering, only you had access to the computers afterward."

The boy paused, the woman's features had sharpened, and her breathing seemed heavier.

"Files have dates and times when they were created. It's easy to establish who was at headquarters at that time. In short, you created the files and probably you gave them to the press. What is your career worth to you?"

"How much do you want?" the woman interrupted him contemptuously. "Let's wrap this up!"

She abruptly pulled out her wallet from her stylish handbag and opened it. Inside, a significant number of banknotes with Kolyo Ficheto's image rustled pleasantly. Brand new ones. The woman slowly counted out ten and placed them on the table.

"Another ten after you show me how to delete... what was it? The backer?"

"The backup," Boyan corrected her. "Not to mention, I have a copy. During lunch break, I gave it to a buddy. Just in case."

"You bastard!"

"Flattery won't help you."

He reached over and casually scooped up the bills, trying to keep his hand from trembling. It was the first time he held such a sum.

"But no, I'll ask for something more."

Gabriela pursed her lips in a sour grimace, wondering how much the little insolent blackmailer would cost her. Money wasn't a big problem, but there were limits.

"Show me your breasts."

His voice had become hoarse. For how many years in a row had he seen that scene again and again in his fantasies, when her white and large breasts tumbled out of the bra, and the buttons of her shirt flew around the room. As he uttered his command, his tongue had thickened.

"W-what?!" Gabriela blinked in disbelief. "You little punk, what do you think you're allowing yourself?! Out! Securi--"

Her voice froze, the insolent youth across from her was holding a floppy disk with two fingers and shaking it meaningfully. The woman took several deep breaths to compose herself.

"Think! Think!!" she repeated to herself to suppress the monstrous impulse to destroy this insolent little twerp.

"L-listen, I understand, I get the situation! Fine! Our party has possibilities and practices. I'll arrange a weekend for you with an escort girl, one you haven't even dreamed of. As a bonus. Here, right now."

She reached for the phone receiver.

"Any preferences, brunette, blonde?"

Sarcasm dripped from her voice.

"I want you to show me your breasts. If you don't do it in one minute, I'll leave and..." Boyan paused meaningfully. "Tick. Tock. You have thirty seconds left."

After a bit more heavy silence, in which the two stared at each other through the haze of cigarette smoke, the boy stood up.

"Wait!" Gabriela was breathing heavily, and a flush crept up her neck. "Wait! I-I'll do it. But only that! Then you delete the files and we're done?"

Boyan didn't answer. The woman couldn't control the trembling of her hands and managed to find the top button of her shirt only on the third try. Fighting with herself, she unbuttoned it; her eyes no longer flashed angry lightning, now they begged, filled with tears of humiliation. Boyan took a hard drag on the cigarette, and his tongue ran over his lips.

Gabriela closed her eyes for a few moments, then opened them and, lowering her gaze downward, resolutely began to tackle the remaining buttons. The white shirt parted and revealed her large breasts squeezed into the white bra. She hesitated once more, then grabbed the lace of the bra and pulled it down.

The pale breasts bulged over the edge of the underwear. For a moment, the large nipples stayed caught in it, then with one majestic movement, they tumbled free outward. The member in the boy's pants had turned rock hard with excitement, and Boyan didn't dare move, afraid he'd cum in his pants.

Gabriela's breasts were not only large but hard, surprisingly well-preserved in shape outside the bra. Their nipples were large, and the circles around them big and dark. The woman sat like that, head bowed, stretching the bra downward.

"Play with them."

Gabriela shook her head, not daring to open her mouth lest she sob. The boy exhaled noisily and began to stand up.

"If that's how you prefer... Au revoir..."

"W-wait." Her voice was muffled. "I..."

Without finishing, she cupped her breasts from below and lifted them, as if offering them as a sacrifice. She began to massage them slowly, and the wide, dark areolas around the nipples traced enticing circles. The redness from shame had spread not only over her neck and face but also over her breasts, turning the white flesh rosy.

"Play with the nipples too," Boyan said in a voice unrecognizable to himself. "Put a finger in your mouth, suck it, and once it's wet, play with them."

Gabriela sobbed, then, realizing she had no choice, placed her index finger in her mouth and sucked it, accidentally touching it with her tongue, and with horror felt a shiver run through her body, stopping heavily between her legs. Could she possibly get aroused from this?! Against her will, moisture flowed from her, and the spot appeared on her panties.

Because of her ambition, she had imposed a kind of celibacy on herself. She had seen what happened to those who fucked for career advancement, as well as those who had children. For her, sex boiled down to masturbation in the bathroom with the help of the showerhead. Now her body was reacting on its own.

Even before she touched her nipple, it had begun to swell. She gently pressed her wet index finger to her nipple and lightly rotated it around to coat it well. The brown bud protruded even more and glistened with saliva, Gabriela's breathing had become ragged.

"Grab it with two fingers, squeeze it... twist it."

As if in a trance, the woman obeyed, taking her breast's nipple between thumb and index finger, twisting it left and right, starting to squeeze it harder and harder. Her panties were now completely wet; unconsciously, Gabriela moaned deeply. She had closed her eyes, and from her half-open mouth, saliva dripped, making her rouged lips glisten lusciously.

Pinching her nipple, she roughly tugged it, throwing her body into even more uncontrollable arousal. At that moment, something flashed blindingly in the room, and she jumped startled. With one hand still holding her breast, she gaped wide-eyed in amazement at the lens of the cheap Skina camera. It clicked again, the flash flared once more.

Boyan stood up abruptly, tossed it aside, and in two leaps was behind Gabriela's chair. He placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her to her feet.

"Bend over, Comrade Dimitrova!" he growled hoarsely in her ear. "Like this, brace yourself with your hands on the desk."

While she complied, still dazed and unable to resist, he hiked up her skirt. It was almost impossible to get it over her filled-out thighs, but he managed. He tore her pantyhose in two and, slipping his fingers under the elastic of her cotton bikini panties, pulled them down to her knees. Before his gaze appeared the large hemispheres of her ass. He grabbed them greedily and spread them. Her labia were swollen with blood and contrasted with her white skin, purple and puffy, and between them trailed a large drop of secretion.

Without wasting more time, Boyan pulled out his cock, now hard as an iron rod, and with one sharp movement thrust into the bent-over woman. He probably would have caused her tears, it had been so long since anyone had penetrated her, but her immense arousal allowed him to slide unobstructed into her hot vagina.

Gabriela cried out loudly, and the boy quickly reached over and covered her mouth with his palm. He began pounding her onto his cock with powerful, rough thrusts. He fucked her wildly and animalistically, pouring out years of pent-up hatred and lust toward her. His finger accidentally entered her mouth, and he felt her suck it greedily.

Gabriela moaned muffled into his palm, her bare breasts slammed against the desk, and when the cock buried deep in her hardened even more and began to pulse, her own orgasm flooded her body, without caring if it was right or not. The boy filled her more and more, with the unrestrained possibilities of youth, and only after a minute did he stop, his cock buried deep in her.

They stayed like that for a long time, breathing heavily, and his cock didn't soften. Boyan grabbed one of her legs under the knee and, letting her panties fall to the floor, bent it and lifted it onto the desk. Gabriela staggered slightly, but the cock buried deep in her didn't let her fall. Boyan released her mouth, undid her strict bun by winding her hair in his fist, and yanked it hard back.

Gabriela opened her mouth in a silent cry as the boy impaled her even more on his cock, pulling her hair like reins. He thrust into her deeply with his previous energy but without the malicious frenzy. It was as if with the first ejaculation, he had expelled the demon that had tormented him for so many years. Now he possessed her with powerful but smooth movements, masterfully asserting his ownership over the conquered prey.

The room filled with slapping sounds as his cock pulled out to the tip and then slammed back in to the hilt in the woman. He supported her under her ass and made her lift her other leg onto the desk too, so kneeling, she offered herself doggy-style and defenseless.

Gabriela rested her forehead on the desk and let him, allowing him to take as much and however he wanted. A second orgasm rose from her loins, not as sweeping as the first, but slowly overtaking her body.

Her mind screamed furiously, but the screams came from somewhere far away, completely muffled. Just as distantly, she felt Boyan's second ejaculation, filling her with his sperm without a care, pouring over her defenseless womb until finally he pulled back, panting.

Gabriela remained kneeling and spread on the desk; from her abraded and bruised vagina, thick white semen dripped, forming a puddle.

"Tomorrow..." the boy was breathing noisily. "You'll appoint me as your assistant; we have a lot of work ahead."

To be continued.