In the Bath
November 14, 2023 at 5:11 PM
Froska quietly entered the bathhouse and hesitated.
Master he was lying on his belly on the bench, and two wenches — Natashka and Malashka — were too naked, standing on the sides and tooking turns fiercely whipping him with brooms on the red-hot purple-pink back which glistened with sweat. Master blinked blissfully, grunting approvingly at a particularly strong blow. Finally, he signaled them to stop and sat down, panting loudly and lowering his legs wide apart on the floor.
'Gimme the kvass!' he yelled hoarsely.
Quickly darting into a corner, Natashka handed him kvass. After getting drunk, the master noticed Froska standing quietly in the corner and beckoned her with his finger. Slowly stepping with her feet on the wet floor and shyly covering her nakedness with her hands, she approached and stood in front of him, lowering her eyes, — she felt ashamed to be looked at the nude master and to stand nude in front of him. She was ashamed of being looked at without any shadow of embarrassment, standing next to two wenches who are not embarrassed by their nudity.
'Newness is good, whatever others may say!' the master exclaimed.
'What’s your name?' he asked, groping her belly, legs and butt.
'Froska…' she answered softly and suddenly screamed in surprise and pain, while the master tightly pinched her left breast with his fingers.
Enjoying her lively elasticity, he moved his hand up and down, fingering the swollen surface of the breast between them, tightly covered with smooth and mild skin. Froska jerked and jumped back, rubbing her aching chest. Master laughed loudly and shook his finger at her. Following him, Malashka and Natashka burst into obsequious laughter.
'That’s nothing, you’ll get used to it! It won’t be the same yet…' Natashka said giggling. And she darted mischievous eyes at the master. And grinning contentedly, he ran his hands between his legs, scratching and going through all his manly accessories that had a rather impressive appearance.
'Girls, your task is to teach her all your wisdom!' he smiled lustily waving the glans of his swollen penis.
'And for now, let her watch and get smart! Well, Malashka, get the stance!' the master suddenly shouted loudly and stretched his stout body with a crunch.
Malashka went out to the middle free from the bench and rested her hands on the floor, bending over. He came up to her from behind loudly, slapping her wet butt with gleaming white wet skin, and began to stick his penis sticking out like a stake under the steep buttocks of Malashka, nickering like a horse and quickly pushing his glans penis into the slippery pulp of the female genital organ. His face was bloodshot from the desire that gripped him, the mouth was distorted, the breathing became loud, and his half-bent knees trembled. Finally, bouncy glans penis moved apart the wet but taut fauces of her vagina, the master’s belly pressed tightly against the wench’s butt. He neighed again, but this time victoriously, and began to indulge in sexual intercourse with pleasure, fiercely moving his lower body. Apparently, Malashka was also very well screwed out. She began to moan sweetly with each immersion into her loins of a man’s penis and moved her thick butt towards the movements of his body, helping the master in this.
Natashka looked at this picture, completely captured by what was happening — her big eyes widened even more, the mouth opened, and her trembling body involuntarily twitched in time with the movements of her master and Malashka. And at first stunned Froska gradually began to really perceive the surroundings, although she was very confused by the shamelessness of the actions of the nude bodies of the master and the wench in front of her. She knew what it was, but it was the first time she had seen sexual coition between a man and a woman so closely and openly.
When the master stuck to Malashka’s butt, Froska turned away from embarrassment. But curiosity overcame her, and she became emboldened and began to look at them with all her eyes, having cast a quick glance sideways and seeing that no one was looking at her. Having not experienced the fullness of male affection, she perceived everything calmly at first, but then she began to feel some kind of sweet languor, and the blood spread in hot streams all over her body, her heart began to beat, as after running and the breathing became intermittent. For everyone, time and everything around them, except for the sexual act that was taking place, which captured attention and feelings, ceased to exist. Suddenly the master jerked convulsively, his eyes rolled up and he let out the air with a groan.
'That’s it!..' he sighed and walked with a heavy relaxed gait to the bench, then sat down heavily on it.
Malashka straightened up, stretched blissfully and sat down on another bench.
'Natashka, gimme the vodka!' the master ordered.
Ducking into the dressing room, she brought out a bottle of vodka and a bowl of cucumbers on a tray. The master poured himself a glass of vodka, drank it and crunched a cucumber. Then he poured it again and beckoned with his finger to Malashka. She came over and also drained the glass in one gulp with a habitual movement. Natashka took the same portion after her.
'Come over here!' the master ordered Froska, pouring her a glass of vodka.
She took it and after taking the first sip coughed, spilling almost all the liquid.
'That’s all, it comes to be!' the master spoke with a laugh and poured himself another half glass.
The girls chuckled obsequiously to him, chewing cucumbers.
'So, Natashka, take the ma’am away!' the master gave the command and sang hoarsely, clapping his hands.
Malashka began to echo him, and putting one hand on her hips and threwing the other one behind her head Natashka slowly went in circles, wiggling by the strong hips and stomping to the beat with bare feet. Gradually, the pace of chanting began to increase, and at the same time, the girl’s movements became faster. Her slender body with a flexible waist wriggled in obscene movements with which she gives herself to a man. With her hands, she seemed to be hugging an imaginary partner, and she was waving around his 'penis' with her lower belly.
'Rejoice me by your tits! Have some more frisky!' the master shouted and started singing faster.
Natashka began to bounce on the spot, moving her white shoulders. The plump and flexible jugs of her lightly sagging breasts swayed from side to side wiggling tantalisingly with the tight ringings of the pinky nipples.
'Arrange the hotness!' the master couldn’t stand it and started dancing himself.
The pace of the dance became frenzied. Now they danced to Malashka’s voice alone. Slapping the bottom, then the top of the belly, shrieking Natashka suddenly grabbed the male penis at the very base and pressed herself against the master, wrapping her other hand around his neck. The master’s penis suddenly appeared between her legs, and she began to drive his head over the wet lips of her sex organ. For greater freedom of movement and convenience, throwing one leg to the side, she wrapped her legs around the master’s legs, and he bit into her neck with a weird kiss, clutching the wench with both hands for a strong butt and pressing her to him, and suddenly grabbed her in his arms, carried her to the bench and leaned on her, knocking her on her back. Their coition was stormy and passionate. Natashka gave herself skillfully and self-forgetfully. She threw her legs behind his back and caught his penis with her vagina to the base, deftly waving her butt. At the same time, she swung her hips slightly, creating additional sensations of a living body.
Froska and Malashka again watched with all their eyes the picture of the most intimate intercourse between a man and a woman, usually hidden from prying eyes, and then with such frankness what was happening in front of them that Froska also wanted to touch the master’s penis and feel it in her own womb. And Malashka came up to them from the side and began to stare at how a man’s penis dives into the vagina kneeling at their feet. Placed on the master’s lower back Natashka’s legs, raised high and wide apart at the knees, made it possible to fully see the process of copulation, and Malashka used it for her own pleasure. Overcome by an irresistible desire Froska also joined her.
Trembling with arousal, she watched the moistened with a slippery liquid male penis easy and free move back and forth in a circles of the Natashka’s labia majora which seemed to suck it into themselves with their mouths and immediately throw it back out and the forked like corolla labia minora were pulled back when he dived and bulged out after his reverse movement covering the upper part of the penis. The soft skin tight around the penis formed like accordion when immersed in the vagina, and the scrotum, in which large testicles were outlined, swayed from the movement of the male body gently hitting the buttocks of the girl.
Fascinated by the unprecedented spectacle, Froska could not overcome her desire to touch the master’s penis with her hands. At the moment when the bellies of the copulating persons parted, she took the throbbing penis with her fingers, feeling its moisture, hardness and elasticity. At the same time, she was struck by the mobility and softness of the cover, under which the tight flesh moved. At the moment when the bellies pressed tightly together, Froska’s fingers were squeezed into the wet and hot flesh of the female genital organ. The master growled angrily and pushed away the extremely curious girl, who uninvited intruded with her hand into their actions at the moment when he began to be disassembled before the emission of semen. Their movements became faster, the thrusts became stronger, convulsions passed through the bodies of both of them and they came at the same time. The master with difficulty tore himself away from Natashka’s heated body and, continuing to breathe heavily, sat down on the bench. Natashka sat down next to him, pressing her hot head against his shoulder. Malashka managed to jump aside, and Froska found herself kneeling in front of the master. She dreaded the punishment for her audacity. And he was in no hurry to make a decision, relaxed by the two just-committed acts of sexual intercourse with hot wenches, he felt languid and was in a complacent mood.
'C’mon, c’mere! Gimme the warm water and soap!' he ordered.
Natashka ran up with a tub with warm water and a bar of fragrant soap.
'Wash my sufferer, beauty! See, he was sweating all over, working…' he told Froska grinning heavily in broad smile and taking hold of the penis with his free hand jokingly poked its glans on the nose of the confused wench.
Everyone laughed, but Froska blinked her eyes in fright. The master put soap in her hands, and Malashka poured from the tub on the man’s penis. Froska began to wash it carefully.
'Bolder, bolder!' the master encouraged her, spreading his legs widely.
Froska put down the soap and began to wash off the soap foam with two fingers under a stream of water poured by Malashka, the master’s penis slid and twisted like a living one, and the glans, the size of a child’s fist, with a pinkish skin poked right into the girl’s lips. Froska recoiled, but the master again pulled Froska’s head to him. Then he ordered her:
'Kiss it, but in a stronger way!'
And he pressed her lips to the elastic glans of his penis. Froska smacked her lips, and the master repeated this movement several times.
'And now suck on!' he commanded, pushing Froska’s face to his belly again.
'How suck?' she babbled in confusion and incomprehension and looked into the master’s face with fright.
'Natashka, gimme the head!' the master poked the girl with his shoulder, she bent down and pushing Froska away put the head of the penis into her wide-open mouth and made several sucking movements with her jaw and tongue closing her lips around the circumference.
Froska hesitantly took hold of the penis and also swallowed the glans and orifice with an open mouth and began to suck. The glans was soft, but elastic, and below it the tongue and lips felt the body hardened like a bone and felt that it was alive and trembling. It’s a strange thing, Froska felt aroused again and moved her tongue faster over the male penis.
'That’s enough…' the master said, not wanting to bring the matter to an ejaculation, and pushed the girl’s head away.
'Now we will make a show for Froska the wench! Natashka, show the stuff!' he declared and got up from the bench.
Natasha took Froska and put her in front of the master.
'Here is front, here is back, whoever touches will be luck!' she began to sing, turning Froska in front of him.
He started to paw her chest, stroked her hips and belly, and Natashka continued:
'There are boobies, there is belly, under it there lives some shelly!' showing the so-called places of the body with her fingers.
The master ran his hand over the wench’s belly and ran his fingers between her legs.
'Yeah, local shelly is good there, and I’d like to see it bare!' he added melodiously, continuing to finger the female genital organ.
The master’s touch was pleasant and ticklish to Froska, who had just experienced sexual attraction. She involuntarily surrendered to his caresses and spread her legs. But the master walked away, gesturing to the bench. Natashka brought Froska to the bench and forced her to lie down, saying:
'We will show ourselves too, there’re no barriers for you!'
Natashka and Malashka stood on the sides of Froska and taking one by the left, the other by the right leg, sang:
'Here’s the cherished shelly bun, who will catch, it will well done!'
They lifted her legs at once and spread them apart. An open place appeared before my eyes, always hidden from other people’s eyes, especially male ones. Sighing, Froska covered her shame with one hand and her eyes with the other and pulled her legs, trying to pull them out, but the wenches held her tight, and she had to give up her attempts. Apparently, all this was provided for by the ritual, since the master, taking the wench’s resisting hand away from the bottom of the abdomen, spoke:
'Wench, don’t hide your beauty bend, I’ll bring it little friend!'
Natasha and Malashka dragged Froska’s torso along the bench, pushing her back to the edge where the master was standing. He knelt down, and his penis was on a level with the girl’s sexual organ.
'Hey, fine fellow, attaboy, let the master' maid enjoy!' the wenches sang, and the master slowly parted the labia of Froska’s organ and began to drive the glans of the penis through all its parts from bottom to top and back.
And Froska was no longer ashamed of her nakedness, but there was a desire to feel a man’s penis in her womb. She moved the bottom of her belly and butt, catching the glans penis with her vagina, which became wet from the impatience that seized Froska.
Finally, the master himself could not stand this voluptuous torture and drowned the head of his penis in the mouth orifice of the vagina, and then forcefully drove it into the tight virgin depth. A sharp momentary pain suddenly pierced the girl, causing her to involuntarily cry out, and then an inexplicable bliss spread through her body and she lost the sense of time perception…
