Bannik

1.

"Once on Epiphany Eve, the maidens would tell fortunes." Well, okay, let's say it's not Epiphany, it's still a long way off to Epiphany, summer is in the yard. The sixth of July, to be precise, Midsummer Night is ahead. A Chevrolet Niva, swaying on the bumps of a country road, cautiously rolled up to a house standing on the edge of the forest. Who else has the devil brought here? The car stopped in front of a solid wooden log house: the engine died, after a slight delay the doors swung open and into the light of day, groaning and stretching their muscles stiff from the journey, emerged three very colorful young ladies. The one who was driving, in colorful harem pants, with a disheveled red bun

on her head and stylish sunglasses, having assessed the building with the eye of a seasoned realtor, delivered her verdict:

— Well, not a bad little house, I like it. I was already picturing a shack in my mind out here in the boonies. But here, I see, there's room to move around. I take it the facilities are in the yard?

— In the yard, — her friend echoed, who at that moment was trying to fish out a huge bag from the back seat. The girl was rummaging in the cabin, sticking out her spectacular butt in ultra-short denim shorts.

The third beauty, in a light summer sundress and a wide-brimmed hat, just kept turning her head from side to side and refrained from comments.

The owner of the shorts pulled a set of keys from her bag pocket and headed to unlock the house. So, it seems he'll have guests today.

For some time, the young ladies spent on unlocking doors, shutters, and moving things. They had brought a hell of a lot of stuff with them, apparently they hadn't come for just a couple of days. They had also stocked up on various foodstuffs quite generously; the bulging bags looked ready to burst at the seams.

— Anyway, ladies, while Alik is sunbathing his ass on his Maldives, the house is at our disposal. We'll unpack our things, rest a bit, and then we'll fire up the bathhouse, fortunately my dear brother left me a popular instruction manual.

— And where is the bathhouse here? — asked the one in the sundress.

— Out back, — Alik's sister stated briefly. — There's a little lake there, and a bathhouse on the shore, so you can go from the steam room straight into the water.

— Ooooh! — the realtor lady drawled. — How well thought out everything is here, not some half-baked stuff!

— You bet! — the friend in shorts put her hands on her hips. — This ain't like there!..

Having appreciated the full depth of the last thought, the girls set about unpacking.

The owner hadn't spared any expense, so the house, as they say, had all the amenities: furniture and household appliances. Accordingly, no one had to run to the lake with a yoke — the pump reliably pumped water for all needs. Closer to evening, following Alik's instructions, the young ladies fired up the bathhouse.

In the process of observation, it turned out that Alik's arriving third cousin was named Svetlana, the redheaded realtor, clearly with a touch of southern blood, was Chesanna, and the intelligent blonde in the sundress was named Tatyana.

The steam room heated up and the ladies went for the first round. Actually, nothing interesting — they rinsed, steamed, unpacked their cosmetic bags with masks and scrubs — smeared themselves with all that goodness, lay down on the benches. Then, after washing off, they went to the dressing room to drink tea. After resting, they repeated the procedure.

It had long been dark, but the languid beauties were in no hurry to leave — they were telling tall tales, showing off photos.

— Ladies! — with notes of solemnity in her voice, Chesanna looked intently at her friends. — Do you know what day it is today?

— The sixth of July, — the friends exchanged puzzled glances, checking their smartphone screens, — why?

— Why-why, — Chesanna mimicked, shaking her disheveled bun on top of her head comically, — Midsummer Night! As my late grandmother used to say — may she rest in peace — today is one of those days when a special connection is established between heaven and earth.

— I'm not going into the forest for ferns, — Tatyana decided immediately. — The mosquitoes will eat us alive there.

— I'm not going either, — Sveta supported her friend, — with my innate topographic cretinism, it'll be a miracle if mushroom pickers find us later and lead us back to people. No-no-no, don't even try to persuade me!

— What do mushroom pickers and ferns have to do with it! — Chesanna's eyes flashed. — I'm saying we need to tell fortunes today, ask about fate! Think bigger!..

— Aaaaah, — Sveta drawled understandingly, — cool! Why didn't you say so right away, I would have taken a felt boot. We could have thrown it over the gate, maybe we'd have hit someone. But as it is, I only have flip-flops and tennis slippers with me, and felt boots are kind of out of season.

— And who were you planning to go after with a felt boot here? There's not a soul around, — Tanya skeptically pursed her lips. — And anyway, it's all nonsense, contrary to the concept of modern natural science.

— Pah on you, Tanka! — Chesanna grimaced. — You've completely messed up your brains in your department. Anyway, — the realtor lady slammed the table, — since we're in a bathhouse, we'll tell fortunes accordingly. Come on, I'll run to the house for some booze, and you, our smart one, forget your concept and google the instructions. We're gonna have fun now!..

2.

Time was approaching midnight; through the tiny window, the risen moon could be seen. Sitting on the warmed linden bench, he inhaled the fragrant aroma of the steam room and listened to the voices in the dressing room. The girls had already knocked back far more than one drink; judging by the drunken giggling, the internet had offered them a very rich selection of activities for the evening. They turned off the light and lit candles for the appropriate atmosphere.

— Oh! Let's do this one!..

— Pfff! Oh come on, what nonsense!..

— Well, why not?..

— No, hell no!..

— Come on!..

Outside the door, the approaching unsteady slap of bare feet mixed with quiet snickering was heard. The door opened a crack…

— Damn, I feel like an idiot, — a girl's voice whispered muffledly, — well, really, there's no one there!..

— Come on, don't chicken out, Tanka! Then Sveta and I will try…

Through the resulting crack, a naked female hand tentatively poked through — first up to the elbow, then to the shoulder.

He smirked: so that's what they came up with, decided to tease the bannik. Well, why not? He slid noiselessly off the bench and approached the door. Get ready, sweeties, to learn your fate…

Leaning down, the bannik blew on the offered hand.

— Ouch! — Tanechka squealed and her well-groomed hand immediately dived back behind the door.

— What's wrong?! — the friends cried out in unison.

— Something blew on me!… — Tanechka complained.

— Pah on you, Tanka! — the accomplices exhaled with relief. — We got scared!..

The girls returned to the table and took another sip of liqueur.

— This won't do, — Sveta reasoned, — it was clearly written there — the bannik must touch a naked part of the body and by what kind of hand touches, one can judge the quality of suitors.

— Well, I did stick it out for him, — Tanya began to justify herself.

— Only a draft made a pass at you, — Chesanna finished and knocked back the contents of another shot glass. — Let me try now!

He waited patiently behind the door. This time, a swarthy female leg poked into the steam room. More interesting already. To see, he had quite enough of the small amount of moonlight that penetrated from outside. Appreciating the elegance and beauty of the lines, the bannik lightly ran his fingertips along the rounded knee. The leg jerked but didn't disappear. Well, well, what a brave one!

— Well, what's there? — came the wary whisper from behind the door again.

— Someone seems to have touched me, — Chesanna responded with a clear tremor in her voice.

— And the hand? What kind of hand? — the friends persisted.

— Wait, you, I didn't make it out…

The door opened a little wider, and the leg poked further, revealing itself almost all the way. So that's how it is! Not holding back, he firmly stroked the offered thigh.

— Ouch!!! — the girl yelped and jerked back into the dressing room. — He grabbed me!!!

— Who, Sanka? — Sveta burst out laughing. — Well, who grabbed you there, there's no one there!… Stop fooling around!

— I'm not fooling around! — Chesanna took offense. — Go yourself and you'll find out!..

— And I will go! — Sveta got fired up. She knocked back a liqueur and, swaying, went to the steam room door:

— Now we'll find out everything… — Pushing the door, she hiked up her sheet high and, turning her back, shoved her gorgeous ass into the dark steam room. — Hey, bogeyman! — holding onto the door handle and the jamb, Sveta began demonstratively wiggling her ass, — what do you say to that? Am I not good?! Come on, shaggy one, slap me with your paw!

He could no longer let such insolence slide — he grabbed the cheeky girl across, and pressed himself firmly against the offered ass so she would feel the full extent of the impending consequences.

Sveta gasped and froze in place, her eyes popping out and afraid to breathe — a cock was clearly pressing into her from behind. It can't be!… Where from?!. A large hand firmly gripped her waist, the other — without ceremony, kneaded her buttocks, and then slipped fingers into the shaved slit. Just a few thrusts inside and her pussy treacherously drooled.

— Mama, — Sveta squeaked, feeling the firm cock positioning itself at her cunt and slowly entering, noticeably stretching her vagina. — Girls, — she sobbed, — I think I'm getting fucked!… Oh! Oh! Ah! Oooooo!!! — Sveta blissfully rolled her eyes, rocking back and forth in the doorway. Judging by her sighs, a very sexy maniac had settled in the steam room.

Her friends exchanged glances, swallowing eloquently. On one hand — scary, but on the other — Sveta was moaning in a way that made them envious.

Meanwhile, the amplitude of Sveta's rocking increased, and eloquent slapping sounds were clearly heard from the steam room. The sheet slipped down, revealing her full breasts with large swollen nipples swaying in time with the thrusts.

— Sveeet, Svetkaaa? — the bleating voice of the mesmerized Tanechka came through. — And what are his hands like, huh?

— Screw the hands… the cock — wow! — Sveta moaned, clearly approaching the finish. — If my future husband has one like that… let him be armless… Yeeessss!!! — her body shuddered in convulsions, and a few seconds later the disheveled Sveta literally tumbled out of the steam room into the dressing room.

The friends, having come to their senses, quickly picked up the beauty, sat her on the bench, and, without consulting, barked into the still slightly open steam room door:

— Come on, show yourself!

Alright, since you insist… He appeared.

3.

The steam room door swung wide open and an imposing male figure appeared in the dark doorway — the girls squealed and rushed to run.

— Halt! — the newcomer roared, throwing an oak bucket over their heads. Smashing against the dressing room door, the bucket shattered into pieces — the girls screamed and rushed back, like frightened chickens. — You asked to see me yourselves, why are you yelling and rushing about now?

Huddled in a corner, the trembling young ladies examined the unexpected guest: my God, in the old days, guys like him bent horseshoes and went after bears with their bare hands. The guest's torso, covered in dark hair and defined, glistened in the flickering candlelight with droplets of sweat. Unruly dark locks of hair, under wide sable eyebrows, cunningly gleam agate-clear eyes. Against the background of a two-week stubble, an open smirk snakes.

— Who are you? — gathering courage, Sanka hissed.

— Don't you know who you were teasing with your thighs? — he grinned. — I'm the bannik, who else.

— Aaaaah… but we didn't call for a bath attendant, — Tanechka squeaked from behind her back.

— Not a bath attendant, a bannik, — he repeated in an instructive tone. — I'm the bathhouse spirit, I live here, what's not clear?

— And… for long? — Sveta inquired.

— Oh, for a good while, — he laughed, winking at her openly, — must be about a hundred years now, maybe more. As I got drunk and forgot about the damper, and suffocated here, so I've been inhabiting this bathhouse ever since.

— Pooor thing, — the kind-hearted Tanechka sobbed. — You must be bored here, all alone?

— And are you daring to entertain me? — the bannik teased her. — Well, then come out of the corner, I'm not a wild beast, I won't hurt you. If I wanted to get rid of you, I would have doused you with boiling water long ago.

They returned to the table, having first fetched a fourth shot glass from the cupboard. Pouring the remaining liqueur in a masterful manner, the bannik, his eyes sparkling merrily, raised a toast:

— To our acquaintance, sweethearts!… — And the party was on!

Finishing the liqueur, the bannik fished out from behind the same cupboard an impressive bottle with contents clearly of home production.

Sveta, still smiling foolishly, waved her smartphone:

— Oh! Look, girls, it says here that banniks need to be appeased with a black chicken!..

— We don't have a black one, — Chesanna waved her off drunkenly, — only grilled…

— Bring it, come on, — Tanechka ordered and, pressing her sharp breasts against the bannik's broad shoulder, inquired sympathetically: — You will have grilled, won't you? It's tastyyy…

— From your hands, sweetheart, I'll have anything, — the bannik responded, immediately caressing Tanyusha's bare tit with a huge paw.