Forester
He says to me, "What, sweetie, got lost?"
Not paying attention to the fact that he addressed me as a girl, I replied,
"Yes, I don't even know how it happened."
"Well, come on, I'll lead you out."
We walked in silence, and in about half an hour we came to a clearing where there was a hunting lodge with a bathhouse.
Entering the house, the forester said,
"What's your name?"
"Zhenya," I replied.
"And I'm Nikolai Petrovich." He looked about 45, stocky but without excess weight.
"Get undressed quickly, or you'll get sick," he said. And he went outside to heat up the bathhouse.
And I slowly began to take off my clothes, ending up in just a half-wet long tank top and a thong, which I had already forgotten I was wearing.
Nikolai P. poured me a cup of hot tea and added some tincture, saying it would be better that way.
After drinking, my head buzzed a little, then we drank just the tincture. I got tipsy instantly, and Nikolai P., who later said to call him Uncle Kolya, suggested we go to the bathhouse to warm up. At first I was embarrassed, but he insisted,
"Sweetie, you definitely won't get sick after the bath."
I stood up and went to the exit, Uncle Kolya followed me and, as if by accident—or so it seemed to me at first—touched my butt.
Entering the bathhouse, Uncle Kolya started undressing and said to me,
"Sweetie, don't be shy, get undressed."
"I'll warm up for now," I replied.
"Then climb onto the higher bench, let me give you a boost."
And taking me by the butt again, he pushed me onto the top shelf. I lay on my stomach and watched.
When Uncle Kolya was completely undressed, I got a little embarrassed. A stocky man, and his cock was about 19-20 cm. Anyway, he splashed water on the stove a couple of times, spreading the steam, and said,
"Want me to give you a massage? You definitely won't get sick then."
He started massaging my shoulders over my tank top, then pulled it up and took it off. I didn't resist; his hands were very strong, and forgetting everything, I gave in to the pleasure. My head was buzzing from the tincture. He rubbed me with some pleasantly scented oil; his hands slid over my back, smoothly moved to my lower back, and then to my butt. I was in a daze. Then he started massaging my legs from the feet, and then returned to my butt again.
Then, slightly moving aside the edge of my thong, he started massaging my anus. His finger penetrated my butt; it felt very pleasant, and I didn't even suspect what was happening. Then, a very warm feeling spread in my lower abdomen. His gentle voice said,
"Sweeeetie, Zhenechkaaa, wake up and turn over; I want to massage your chest."
I turned over, and he, applying oil to my chest, continued the massage. Closing my eyes again, I gave in to the pleasure.
His strong hands wandered all over my body.
After about 20 minutes, he said,
"Sweetie, get up," and lifting me by the hands, he sat me up.
"Let's have some tea and smoke." We went out to the anteroom; I sat on a chair, and Uncle Kolya, pouring tea with tincture, handed me a mug. His half-erect cock was near my face; I turned away, slightly embarrassed.
"Don't be shy, sweetie," said Uncle Kolya. "Bring me some cigarettes from the house, please."
I quickly ran to the house and brought the cigarettes. Uncle Kolya was sitting on the chair; I approached and gave him the cigarettes.
"Let's smoke," he said. I did smoke, of course. He gave me a cigarette, and we went outside and lit up. He put his hand on my butt again; I shuddered slightly but didn't say a word.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Don't be afraid," said Uncle Kolya.
"You have pretty thongs, and your butt is like a nut."
My cock started growing in my panties.
"Well, let's go," said Uncle Kolya, not removing his hand, and we went into the steam room.
We sat on the top bench; Uncle Kolya took my hand and directed it to his cock, saying,
"Touch it, sweetie." His cock was tense. I carefully touched his cock.
Uncle Kolya held my hand with one hand so I wouldn't remove it from his cock, and with his left hand, he took the back of my head and pulled me down. Resisting a little but realizing I had nowhere to go—he was stronger—I gave in, and now his large head was near my face.
I licked it; it turned out to be very unusual and even pleasant. I ran my tongue along his shaft and took him into my mouth. It was unusual and pleasant. After a few minutes, Uncle Kolya started breathing rapidly. I wanted to pull away, but his hands were on the back of my head, and I had nowhere to go. A powerful stream of cum hit my throat; I almost choked. He released my head, and I pulled his cock out of my mouth. After catching my breath and coughing a little, I took him again and sucked a few times. His cock quickly rose in my mouth, and Uncle Kolya said,
"Get down." I got off the bench; he turned me around, bent me over, and moving aside my thong, his cock entered me. I felt warmth in my lower abdomen; the same sensation I had during the massage flashed through my head, but giving in to pleasure, I didn't pay much attention to it.
His cock plowed my butt; after 30 minutes of fucking, he came vigorously inside my butt.
Pulling out his deflating cock and closing my hole with his finger, he said,
"Don't spill it, dear."
Not understanding why he needed this, we went to the anteroom, and he inserted something like a plug into my butt.
With my hole plugged, I adjusted my thong. After rinsing off and washing up a bit, we left the bathhouse and entered the house.
Uncle Kolya said, "Get dressed; I'll walk you to the bus." Quickly getting dressed, we were at the stop in 20 minutes. He took my butt again and said,
"It was wonderful, dear; I'd do it again. Have a safe trip home."
I got on the bus and went home.
All characters and events are fictional; any coincidences are accidental.
Acq 613 – 39 – 58 – 01