The Exorcist
I had long intended to visit my army friend Lyokha. I kept refusing, making excuses about being busy. But one day, my vacation coincided with his latest invitation, and also my desire to merge with nature.
He lived with his family deep in the suburbs, in the fresh air, and ate exclusively organic, clean food.
Upon arrival, they immediately sent me to the bathhouse, adding that they had been waiting a long time and "it had managed to cool down quite a bit." Entering the sturdy bathhouse, I almost jumped back out, imagining with horror what a "not cooled down" bathhouse would be like. "Savages!" I thought, but remembering that you don't go to a strange monastery with your own rules, I humbly
proceeded to the hygienic procedures revered in the village.Gradually, I got used to it and even began to enjoy the bathhouse. Sitting on the benches, I relaxed. Then a girl came in to me. A strange glow came from her gorgeous red hair, the ends of which reached her equally gorgeous rounded buttocks. Her breasts cheerfully looked straight at me, and sparks danced in the stranger's eyes.
Without saying a word, she began to pour water over herself.
"Hello," was all I could say. The hospitality of the villagers was starting to appeal to me.
"Yeah, hello, will you soap me up?" — she was holding out a washcloth and soap to me.
And then I did what she asked. The girl's back was soft, and the soaped-up washcloth slid easily over it. I went lower than her back. No resistance! I continued, going over her butt, and with my finger went a little lower. Her butt readily lifted. My little friend, in proximity to such forms, joyfully started jumping.
I walked around the girl and proceeded to soap her chest. I didn't use the washcloth, just soaped my hands well and ran them immediately over the two welcoming friends. The girl's pubic area wasn't shaved. A red fuzz glowed there. I liked this custom of the backwoods too. In the city, I admit, I missed the overgrown hedgehog of a girl's pubic mound. I decided to soap that up with my hands too. The girl easily yielded to my caresses, and my little friend jumped up more and more often. I turned the stranger towards the benches, she arched her back and spread her legs. I entered easily. At that moment, the girl exhaled loudly, as if I had broken through some kind of plug. But I didn't dwell on it, my little friend demanded repeated penetrations. I didn't stop until he discharged. After that, we caressed each other some more, and she left.
I poured cold water over myself and went to get dressed. Only now did it begin to dawn on me that I had done something wrong. I took out cigarettes and lit one. What if that was Lyokha's wife?
Then my friend appeared and called me into the house.
"My girls have cooked up a storm, come on quick, or they'll be offended!" he chuckled, hurrying me.
"Girls? Maybe a sister? Damn, I'm in trouble!" Berating myself in this vein, I prepared for a difficult dinner.
They were already waiting for me in the house. The "girls" turned out to be Lyokha's mother, his wife, and daughter. Not one of them even faintly resembled my bathhouse guest. I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the ladies greeting me.
Everything went great — delicious food, pleasant company, reminiscing with my friend, I completely relaxed. Dinner ended well past midnight, we talked for a long time just the two of us. And I asked to sleep in the hayloft.
"I want to taste all the delights of rural life!" I told my friend.
He laughed at me for a long time, but led me to the hayloft.
Tossing and turning for a long time in a pile of hay, I understood him, but there was nothing to be done, and I began to fall asleep. Hay pricked me from all sides. It was especially painful around my neck. I tried to remove the hateful straw, but it kept returning to its place. Then, with dirty curses, I jumped up with the intention of going to sleep in the house, and that's when I saw Her sitting next to me, smiling. She smiled slyly and held a straw in her hands. Then I understood she had been playing a trick on me. The glow from her hair was magical and alluring. On this visit, the stranger was wearing a light sundress. I perfectly understood there was nothing under it, but decided to check.
And so it was — the hairy hedgehog greeted my hands warmly, and her breasts were smooth and soft. I began to take off the sundress, the girl didn't resist. She smiled quietly at me and yielded. My little friend joyfully jumped in my pants. But then I decided to play a little longer. I moved my hands from the already explored pubic mound and breasts to the stranger's mouth. Her lips were also pliant and hot. First, I teased them with my fingers, then gestured with my eyes towards my cock. Her eyes lit up with a wild sparkle and she, nodding at me, easily took the head of my little friend into her lips. It seemed to me she didn't do this often, and I began to encourage her and give advice. She eagerly and diligently, like a student, fulfilled all my wishes and recommendations, which turned me on even more.
I really wanted to bring her to sweet agony, but I was too aroused. So I asked her to lie on her back and spread her legs. She did so with a satisfied smile on her lips, which had just been sucking my cock! I entered her and again heard her deep exhale. It was beyond my strength, I managed a few thrusts inside her and came immediately. I fell into the hay, and when I came to. She was gone. And I fell into sleep.
In the morning, I couldn't even answer myself for sure whether it had all been a dream or if it had really happened.
Meanwhile, the cultural program of my stay in the village continued. Lyokha took me fishing. I won't say I was a fan of this activity, but I went willingly. Morning views of nature, birds, sunrise on the lake — that's what people go out of town for! And so it was. We even cast our fishing rods and stood knee-deep in water. As usual in such cases, we talked, reminisced, joked. Then we had a little drink and went back to fishing. And then my acquaintance came out of the grove. She was in a swimsuit this time, but her hair was loose and still glowed. I glanced at Lyokha — could he see her?
He saw her just like I did, but in his gaze, instead of admiration, there was anxiety. And he was worried for good reason. The girl began to swim near us, performing all sorts of pirouettes with her body, as if teasing us. She didn't stop there, starting to take off her swimsuit. First, she bared her chest, then took off her panties. Lyokha began to look around and reel in his fishing rod.
I had to do the same, although I wasn't against having some fun right then. I've known Lyokha for a long time, and it's not in his habits to flee the battlefield. Only because of this did I follow him without further questions. He didn't have time to tell me anything, because in the yard of the house, two furious women were waiting for us. They threatened Lyokha with various punishments and waved a rolling pin and a frying pan. He weakly fended them off, feeling some guilt. I didn't understand anything and stood aside. The women eventually left him alone and left offended to their rooms. And we were left alone, and Lyokha finally began to explain what was going on.
"There's this girl in our village. She, you know, well, that thing... well, she gets with men indiscriminately. So you'd think she should be pitied. But the women just want to scold and fight!" — Lyokha shook his fist in the direction of his warriors.
"She had a boyfriend, they were going to get married. And he up and left her. His friend hit on her, and she gave it to him. And then the friend left her too. Well, and it started. The girl completely lost her mind. And what beauty she has! Well, you saw her! Our women both envy her and are afraid she'll steal their men. Who needs her like that? I wasn't planning on getting with her at all."
Lyokha was very saddened by the distrust and clearly sympathized with the girl. Such is the mysterious Russian soul!
I was amazed at the speed of information spread in the village. And this without the internet and Wi-Fi! We hadn't even reached the house before the mischief at the lake had been reported to Lyokha's wife and mother.
However, the ladies campaigning for the preservation of the family hearth calmed down just as quickly. They turned from anger to mercy and invited us to have tea with pastries. I didn't tell Lyokha anything about the visits from the local attraction to me, and went to sleep in the hayloft.
I waited. As soon as it got quiet, she came. This time she was in a light robe, the buttons of which I boldly unbuttoned, opening her body to my eyes.
Her beauty hadn't faded at all, and even seemed to have intensified. This time I decided to bring her to orgasm. Nothing better than cunnilingus has been invented by humanity for that. I asked her to lie on her back and caressed the red hedgehog, smoothly moving to her swollen lips. With my tongue between them, I found the little pearl, she easily yielded to my caresses and even sometimes tried to guide my head, plunging it deeper into her hot depths. Waiting for her juices and passionate moans, I allowed myself and my little friend to enter her. First, we got into her from above, then I turned her over doggy style. As soon as I entered, the girl again exhaled loudly and trembled. Then I couldn't hold back either and came, experiencing the deepest satisfaction.
I gathered her in my arms, pressing her tightly to me. She curled up in a ball next to me. She didn't have the strength to leave. So, I did everything right. She suddenly stopped glowing, her hair faded. They weren't red at all, just light brown. I looked into her eyes and no longer saw those little devils. I liked her more like this. It was good.
In the morning, she wasn't next to me. I felt that the program in the village was completed, time to go home. The preparations for home began, the goodbyes. For the road, they gave me dry rations for six months, which took up the entire trunk and the seats in my car. With sadness, I said goodbye to Lyokha and his family, promising to "somehow" definitely come again.
A month later, I received a letter from him. Among all the other news, he scribbled in passing that "that girl came to her senses, went to study, now behaves decently."
Whether I was the cause of this change or it just coincided, I don't know, but sometimes I try to spot my stranger in the quiet girls passing by...