Old masturbator

On her way back from the store, Nastya decided not to take the main road but instead take the path through the woods bordering the small beach by the artificial lake. She wanted to see how many people were at the beach, to decide if it was worth going there today. Although this route was shorter, the summer residents rarely used it because the path was often damp and muddy even in dry weather.

After walking a bit, she turned off the path into the thickets that came closer to the beach. After checking what was happening there, she started back and suddenly, a little to the right, she saw a man heading from the path into the shrubbery. Nastya didn't want to meet anyone here, especially

a man, so she crouched down and hid in the bushes.

But it turned out the man wasn't planning to go further; he stopped just six meters from where Nastya was hiding, separated by a few bushes. Nastya recognized him; it was Uncle Kostya, their dacha neighbor. She felt awkward and ashamed to have involuntarily become a witness to him relieving himself. But his subsequent actions shocked Nastya.

For a while, the man stared towards the beach. Then he unzipped his fly, pulled his pants down a bit, took his penis in his hand, and began to masturbate. After a few strokes, his penis began to enlarge. Nastya guessed why Uncle Kostya had come here. She thought with horror that he would see her now, attack, and rape her. But Uncle Kostya wasn't looking around; all his gazes were fixed on the sunbathing and swimming young female summer residents, and on his own penis. Nastya, on all fours, began to slowly back away. When she could no longer see the neighbor through the bushes, she jumped up and ran away at full speed.

"Why are you so out of breath? Was someone chasing you?" asked her grandmother.

Nastya immediately wanted to share with her grandmother what she had seen, but at the last second, she changed her mind.

"No, no one was chasing me, I just decided to run," answered Nastya.

About thirty minutes later, she saw Uncle Kostya walk onto his plot as if nothing had happened. Konstantin Petrovich was forty-seven years old, he lived alone, and all his conscious life he had been engaged in masturbation. With women, he always failed, finishing so quickly that sometimes he didn't even manage to insert his penis into a pussy. Until about thirty, he still made some attempts to get married, but all were unsuccessful, and then he resigned himself to his fate and devoted himself only to masturbation. He also had no friends, led a reclusive life, and worked as some kind of low-level engineer in a construction firm.

He spent all his free time on porn sites; in summer, in good weather, he visited the beach, where he usually hid in the bushes and jerked off to girls. At the dacha, he also went to the lake and did the same thing. And the attic of the dacha house had long been adapted as an observation post. He used to spy on the neighbor Marina, and now her daughter, Nastenka, had grown up. And for several years now, Konstantin Petrovich had been happily jerking off to her ass when she walked around the plot in a swimsuit or shorts.

Nastya spent the rest of the day under the impression of what she had seen. By evening, she began to think that perhaps she had been in too much of a hurry to run away from there. She should have hidden and gotten a good look at his penis. From these thoughts, Nastenka even got aroused and wanted to pleasure herself. When they went to bed, she did just that. Replaying in her memory everything she had seen during the day, she rubbed the little bump of her clitoris with the fingers of her right hand and tickled her little tits with her left. Nastenka was so aroused that within about two minutes she brought herself to orgasm.

Nastya had recently turned eighteen, but she had never seen an erect male penis in real life. She started masturbating when she was about 18. Since her mother was usually at work during the day, the computer was at her disposal, and she often visited porn sites, looking at male penises. By the age of eleven, she practically knew everything about sex. Virtually, so to speak. But she had no one to share her impressions with. At school, Nastya was an outcast; no one was friends with her, her face wasn't pretty, a sharp, long nose stuck out from under her glasses, and she was even called "ratty."

When other girls in the upper grades had already developed breasts and almost flaunted them by wearing blouses with deep necklines, Nastenka had nothing to boast about; her chest remained flat. Boys and girls laughed at her because of this. If peers, and not only peers, paid attention to anything, it was to her butt; it stuck out erotically backward, and guys always tried to grab it when they had the chance. Nastya was very ashamed that they grabbed her ass; at home, she complained to her mom, her mom complained to the teachers, but naturally, nothing changed.

Thus, Nastya developed inferiority complexes, which she brought with her to technical school. She hated guys, considering them all "bastards." But still, somewhere deep down, she hoped that a prince on a "white horse" would appear on the horizon, for whom she was saving her virginity. And she embodied her erotic fantasies through masturbation, in which she had successfully excelled.

In the morning, Nastya had finally decided that she would watch Uncle Kostya and maybe manage to see him jerk off again. It was just a pity that today was already Sunday and he would leave for the city. She managed to catch him at this activity the following weekend.

Nastya saw the neighbor heading towards the beach, she followed him, crept as close as possible to him, and hid in the bushes. Uncle Kostya already had his pants down; he was standing slightly bent over, peering towards the beach. His penis was already standing like a stick; he was gripping it with his hand and moving it slowly along the shaft, now exposing, now hiding the glans under the foreskin. Blue veins on the penis were swollen and visible through the thin skin. She was interested to watch how the glans of the penis appeared from under the skin and then hid again; it was so amusing.

Konstantin Petrovich stared intently at the young girls playing badminton on the shore, his hand working his penis faster and faster. He was already close to orgasm when he heard a rustle to his right; Konstantin Petrovich flinched in surprise and turned around. He saw a frightened girl in the bushes; he recognized her.

"Nastya! What are you doing here?" Konstantin Petrovich uttered in surprise, forgetting that he was standing before her with a hard cock in the pose of a masturbator.

The girl was speechless with fright; she again imagined that he would now pounce on her and fuck her.

"I... I... here... forgive me, Uncle Kostya, you won't do anything bad to me, will you?" Nastya mumbled, stuttering.

"What are you talking about, Nastenka, I'm not a maniac," Konstantin Petrovich said quickly, figuring out what was going on. "You were spying on me, weren't you, Nastenka?"

At the sight of such a scene, the old masturbator's deflated penis began to swell again.

"Well, I, I accidentally," Nastya was about to run away, but curiosity held her back.

"I understand, just don't run away, don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you, I'll just jerk off and that's all."

Nastenka was both scared and curious, the latter outweighed, and she examined his penis with wide-open eyes. She felt that between her legs had already become wet. All this time, Konstantin Petrovich slowly opened the glans of his penis and then hid it again under the foreskin, thereby giving the girl an opportunity to examine the penis carefully.

"My sweetie, maybe you could pull your jeans down a bit, ah..., my sunshine..., show uncle your little pussy?"

"Well..., no..., I'm shy," but then she slowly pulled her jeans down to mid-thigh, followed by her panties.

"Aah..., how beautiful," Konstantin Petrovich said, seeing the pubic hair.

At the sight of this beauty, Konstantin Petrovich was no longer able to restrain himself. His hand firmly gripped his penis and began to jerk it off with furious speed, simultaneously moving his pelvis towards his hand. His eyes grew crazier, his breathing became faster. After a few seconds, he was already convulsing, froze, and ejaculated semen towards Nastya.

At the sight of this scene, the girl herself wanted to caress her little pussy, but she was too shy to do it in front of Uncle Kostya.

"You see, Nastenka, I didn't do anything bad to you," said the old masturbator with a satisfied smile, fastening his pants.

Nastenka also pulled up her jeans and quickly ran away. Returning to the dacha, she locked herself in the toilet and did what she was too shy to do in the woods in front of Uncle Kostya. She reached orgasm even faster than the last time. For the rest of the day, Nastenka thought only about this incident in the woods and again scolded herself, only this time for not asking to touch his penis with her hand. What a pity that the weekend was ending and Uncle Kostya was leaving for the city in the evening. She would have to wait all week. And Nastya was sure that he would gladly let her touch it. She had read on the internet that men like it when women or girls touch their penises, and she also dreamed that he would lick her little pussy. As long as he didn't rape her, and he didn't seem like that type. She had read that there are such masturbators who don't like to fuck, they just want to jerk off; probably Konstantin Petrovich was one of those. That's why he apparently didn't have a wife.

Meanwhile, Konstantin Petrovich was getting ready to go to the city; work tomorrow. He couldn't get this incident with Nastenka out of his head; maybe next weekend he could jerk off to her like that again. And anyway, where would she go? It was clear that she liked all this; she probably does the same thing herself. So that's how it goes; he dreamed of jerking off like that to Marina, her mother, about twenty years ago, and the dream only came true with her daughter. How similar they are.

Damn..., how old is Nastya anyway, wouldn't they accidentally charge me with corrupting a minor? No, her grandfather last year seemed to say that his granddaughter finished school and entered either an institute or a technical school. She must be eighteen already for sure.

All week, Nastya eagerly awaited the weekend and even masturbated twice, imagining as if Uncle Kostya was giving her cunnilingus. Finally, on the road, she saw Konstantin Petrovich walking. Nastenka's heart began to beat wildly.

And what about Konstantin Petrovich? He also eagerly awaited the weekend; at work, everything fell from his hands; there was only one thought in his head: "how will the relationship with Nastya develop further."

Seeing Nastya in very short shorts, made from old jeans by cutting off the legs, and how she was clearly demonstratively strolling around the plot, Konstantin Petrovich no longer doubted that everything would be fine. The old masturbator was making various plans on how to get secluded with her in a hidden spot. Either there in the woods, or somewhere else, but the best option, of course, would be at his place in the house, calmly, without fear that someone might notice them. The only thing was how to lure her to his place and make sure no one saw her entering.

"Nastya, why are you loitering back and forth, do something, there's a lot of raspberries ripe, take a bucket, go pick them," grumbled Nastya's grandmother. "Otherwise, you're no help at all; when your mother comes, I'll tell her what a helper you are."

"Well, okay, I'll pick some," the girl answered and headed to the raspberry patch.

"Nastenka!" he called the girl almost inaudibly.

She flinched and ran her eyes along the fence, peering between the pickets.

"Come closer, don't be afraid."

Nastenka came closer and saw through the picket fence that Uncle Kostya's pants were already down to his knees and he was playing with his tool. The girl became embarrassed, blushed, but didn't look away.

"Nastenka, maybe you could pull your shorts down, ah..., please," Konstantin Petrovich asked, beginning to breathe excitedly.

Nastya, at the sight of his penis, was already aroused herself. Making sure their grandmother wouldn't see them here, she pulled her shorts down.

"Oooh, uum..., how lovely, turn around please, show your little butt, oh, uum..., what a thrill, what a beautiful butt you have!" Konstantin Petrovich muttered, thrusting his pelvis forward and jerking his cock.

"Uncle Kostya, can I touch your.....?" Nastya asked, blushing and embarrassed.

Hearing this, Konstantin Petrovich couldn't believe his ears; for the first time in his life, someone had asked to touch his penis.

"Nastenka, sunshine, you'll give me such pleasure you can't even imagine. Here, put your little hand through here."

The girl put her hand between the pickets and touched the man's penis with her fingers.

"Come on, be braver, don't be afraid, take it completely in your hand," the man whispered, closing his eyes with pleasure.

"How hot and hard it is, like a stick," the girl thought to herself. She slowly began to expose the glans by pulling the foreskin back to the base. The glans shone from the secreted lubricant. She pulled her little fist back towards herself, covering the glans with the skin. After making two, three such movements with her hand, she felt some impulses run along the penis, and simultaneously with Uncle Kostya's groan, semen splashed out from the slit at the tip of the glans.

"Oh," Nastya exclaimed and quickly removed her hand from the penis.

Konstantin Petrovich still stood with his eyes closed, his mouth open, and he was breathing rapidly. He had never experienced such a high before.

Opening his eyes, he saw Nastenka slightly bent over, rubbing her little pussy with her fingers. After a few seconds, bending over even more and slightly squatting, she was pierced by the convulsions of orgasm. Admiring this, Konstantin Petrovich, so as not to embarrass her when she came to her senses, left first.

Nastya was no longer in the mood for raspberries; she told her grandmother she wasn't feeling well and hid in the house. Well, now it remained to talk him into cunnilingus, and what a hard and hot cock he has, she thought. And then Nastya caught herself thinking that for the sake of cunnilingus, she might even try to give him a blowjob, only she would be unpleasant if he came in her mouth.

Konstantin Petrovich was happy; how well everything had turned out. How much he had dreamed, fantasized about something like this, and now it had happened. And the main thing was that she also loves to jerk off and comes quickly; apparently, things aren't going well with guys for her; her face is kind of ugly. — Konstantin Petrovich reflected.

In the evening, he chose a moment and whispered to Nastya that if she wanted, she could come to the raspberry patch again tomorrow. The girl giggled and said nothing but nodded her head slightly. And about twenty minutes later, she signaled to Konstantin Petrovich to come to the fence.

"When Grandma falls asleep, I can come visit you."

From such happiness that had befallen him, Konstantin Petrovich almost lost the power of speech.

"Oh, yes, of course come, I'll pull off a couple of pickets here, you'll crawl through unnoticed, so that no one from the neighboring dachas sees."

"Only on the condition that you won't hurt me,"