Mischief-maker bear

Mishka enjoys his summer job. Being a shepherd for the village herd is not an easy task, but it is interesting. Every morning, regardless of any circumstances, he has to rise at dawn and hurry to the pasture. However, the sleepless nights were worth it. July sunrises in the village are usually simply unparalleled. The morning coolness pleasantly invigorates the body, chasing away the last remnants of sleep. The pasture is always quiet and solemn. Only somewhere far away, in the forest, a restless lark sings boisterously, and the waves in the pond splash almost inaudibly. It smells of dew and extinguished stars. A light breeze gently caresses the young man's face...

After driving the cattle out to pasture, the guy

sits down on a thick cloak near the herd and, without haste, lays out his fishing gear. He knows that the half-asleep animals will chew the young, juicy grass lazily for a long time yet, so he has nothing to worry about for the near future. He can sit to his heart's content, dream, fantasize, simply enjoy that unique beauty of nature, which one cannot find in the city now, where the guy has lived all his conscious life.

And when the dazzling ball of the sun hangs at its zenith, and the scorching air burns the lungs like fire, Mishka drives his charges to the edge of the forest, into the shade of the trees, and rushes to swim in the pond. Like a real crucian carp, he splashes about for a long time and willingly in the warm, clear water. Forgetting about everything in the world, he joyfully frolics among the reeds, like a little child. However, today a ringing female voice unexpectedly tears the guy away from this euphoria:

 — Good day, young man!

Mishka stuck his head out of the water and was surprised to see a young, attractive woman standing on the shore. Of average height, stately and quite beautiful, she was watching the young man's aquatic exercises with a smile. Luxurious white hair, like a silver waterfall, reached her waist; soft features of a face flushed from the heat; and lush, juicy lips the color of ripe strawberries made the stranger look like a mysterious forest nymph who had appeared from a well-known legend. A thin, colorful robe, through which, in the sun, her long legs and lush breasts were visible, and light sandals only complemented this unreal, fantastic picture.

 — Good day to you too! — the young man barely uttered.

 — How's the water today? — asks the stranger.

 — Warm. I could stay in it until evening.

 — I wish I could take a swim too. I went to the forest for mushrooms. I'm terribly tired and sweaty.

 — Then come in with me, — Mishka offers in a trembling voice.

 — But I don't have a swimsuit — the woman hesitates.

 — So what? Who will see? Well, I'll turn away if you want, — insists the guy.

 — Alright. Just, promise you won't peek.

The guy swam without looking back to the opposite shore, feeling his heart flutter with excitement. Subconsciously, he already guessed that all this was not for nothing, and apparently a real adventure awaited him now. The shout of the pretty blonde quickly confirmed this assumption:

 — Hey, young man, where are you running off to so far. Come back here.

Mishka swiftly turned around and in an instant found himself near the young woman. And she looks simply unparalleled in the clear water. The woman was wearing tiny white "bikini" panties and a lace bra, which did not so much hide as, as if deliberately, emphasized her intimate charms. Lying on her back and barely moving her arms and legs, the stranger asks:

 — Your name is Mishka, isn't it?

 — Yeah. And yours? — the guy asks.

 — Olya, — the woman smiles sweetly and continues. — You're probably from out of town?

 — Yes. I came for the holidays from the city to relax a bit with my relatives, the Badulikovs.

 — You must be a bit bored with us already? Here, in the village, it's usually boring and monotonous.

 — Not at all, — the guy disagrees. — You have such nature here. Silence and peace all around. You can go to the forest, go fishing. And the people are kind and sincere. In the end, I have no time to be bored because I go to work every day, herding the cattle.

 — Good for you, — Olya says with surprise in her voice and after a while suggests. — Let's sunbathe a bit now.

The guy doesn't mind, and in a minute they are both lying on the shore of the pond. Now the woman is no longer shy with the young man. As if nothing had happened, she lies on her back next to him. Closing her eyes, the blonde, as if deliberately not noticing with what excitement Mishka secretly enjoys the sight of her naked body. With a barely concealed sadness, she begins to talk about herself:

 — And I, well, am local. Born here, and lived my whole life. I've practically never seen the world. Never have time. Work, husband, family take up all the time. But I'd so like to visit some big city. See all sorts of interesting things. They say there are plenty of them there. And the people are different, very different from our villagers.

 — Of course. In the city, everything is much simpler and easier, — the guy supports her. — There, they pay less attention to various conventions, superstitions, contrived rules.

 — What do you mean? — asks Olya, turning to the young man. With considerable effort, tearing his gaze away from the tempting female breast, he answers:

 — Well, for example, the relationship between a guy and a girl. You still have your own unwritten laws and customs here that you adhere to. But with us, everything happens without that. If you like a girl, then why not kiss her. And if the girl then wants something more substantial, that's not a problem either. If only there is desire...

A long pause arises. The blonde is thinking her own thoughts. Mishka devours with his eyes the wet triangle of her panties, under which the seductive outline of the female "peach" is clearly visible. Finally deciding on something, the young woman asks, turning over onto her stomach:

 — And what if you liked some married woman, for example me, what would you do?

 — It's hard to answer right away. I'd probably look for a suitable moment to seduce her and achieve what I want.

 — How, exactly? — Olya persisted.

Mishka had long guessed what she was getting at, so he quickly continued:

 — I would tell her that she has an extremely sexy appearance. That such a body is simply made for love's caress. That I've never in my life seen such beautiful neck, shoulders, back, and legs...

With these words, his hand carefully lay on the woman's shoulder and slowly traveled down her body. The guy's fingers easily unclasped the bra, skillfully freeing the snow-white orbs of her breasts from it, then tickled the arched back a little, and finally, dived under the thin panties to the massive hemispheres of the blonde's buttocks. And she, as if not noticing this, continues to inquire in a tremulous voice:

 — And is that all you need?

 — Of course not. That's only the beginning. The main thing starts after that...

Mishka rises and decisively pulls the panties off the woman, tears off his own swim trunks, and lies on top of her. Olya does not resist this in the slightest. On the contrary, she has long liked this young guy, his athletic figure with strong biceps, bright green eyes, and light brown hair, and she willingly desires to give herself to him immediately. Therefore, without saying a word, the woman spreads her legs wide and allows the young man to thrust his "club" into her womb. Then, as if coming to her senses, she begins to lightly resist, twist her behind, move her legs. Just enough so that the youthful "train" fully enters her moist "tunnel." After that, any resistance loses meaning, and Olya quiets down, letting the guy fully do his work. And Mishka tries his best. In an instant, he showers the young woman's shoulders and neck with a starfall of kisses, energetically squeezes her breasts with his hands, sharply thrusts his mighty "spear" into the tender female flesh. All this quickly brings Olya to a state of complete frenzy. Biting her lips with pleasure and rhythmically shuddering, she barely restrains herself from crying out loudly with joy. Clutching the grass with her hands, the woman only begs fate that this strong guy with his fabulous "dignity" never gets off her. And, as if reading the woman's desires, Mishka, like a madman, pounds this obedient and starved-for-male-caresses body for a long time. Until the hot waves of an all-consuming orgasm burn their consciousness...

Olya had a good friend Vera, with whom she worked together in the collective farm canteen. They lived next door and had been friends for quite a while. Of course, like all good friends, they trusted each other with all their secrets and secrets. Soon after the incident with Mishka, the women started a frank conversation. The women had just fed lunch to the village machine operators and, while cleaning up in the kitchen, were chatting about their female troubles.

 — I just don't understand, Olya, — asks Vera, — how did you marry your drunkard of a husband?

The blonde sighs sadly and says slowly:

 — I was young. Stupid. I trusted him, naively believed in sweet declarations of love. And when I came to my senses, it was already too late. At that time, I was pregnant. So I had to marry the unloved one "because of the pregnancy." Now, of course, I regret it, because is there anything worse than life with a drunkard? No respect, no support, no love. You won't believe it, but mine can't even perform his male duties. More than once, it's happened that it itches and burns between my legs so much that I could howl like a wolf...

 — Oh! — interrupts her friend Vera. — I know, I know what that's like. Mine has been wandering around for work for half a year now. Sometimes at night I want a good man in bed so much that I'm forced to satisfy myself, like in my youth.

 — Well, I won't come to that now — Olya smiles.

 — What are you talking about? — her friend asks.

 — Well... You know... Well... In a word, I recently got myself a young lover.

Vera's thin black eyelashes curved into a steep arc and she, barely restraining herself, pounces on her friend with a shower of questions:

 — Who is it? How did it all happen? When?

 — Just don't tell anyone, but it's our shepherd Mishka Badulikov. The one who recently came from the city for the holidays. The other day I was walking from the forest with mushrooms, I see him sitting, fishing. Well, I sat down next to him, tired, we started talking, and then everything just went by itself.

 — And, did you like it? — Vera persisted.

 — What do you mean, the first time he stuck it in me, I almost lost my senses from pleasure. Now I even feel languid when I remember all his embraces, caresses, and tenderness...

This frank story from her friend gave Vera no peace. At night, she often remembered what she had heard and, mercilessly rubbing her crotch, thought about the skillful lover. She fantasized about his hot kisses, passionate caresses of his hands, and the power of the youthful "spear." In the end, unable to resist the temptation, she decided to visit the young shepherd herself. Finding a suitable moment, the woman secretly left the house and rushed straight to the village pasture. But before she had covered half the distance, a heavy downpour hit. The sky instantly darkened, and in an instant, whole streams of water fell to the ground. Soaked to the bone, Vera, out of breath, rushed to the forest. Here, under a spreading oak tree, she decided to dry off a bit. Quickly, the woman took off her dress and began to wring it out.

And not far away, Mishka was also hiding from the rain. He immediately noticed the woman and decided to help her. But the guy appeared under the oak tree exactly at the second when Vera, standing with her back to him, was taking off her clothes. What he saw made the guy freeze. The naked woman was unparalleled. Short and slender, she shone with some special femininity and grace. Long, black, gypsy-like hair, in wet curls, clung to her fragile shoulders; swarthy skin shimmered with the fine beads of raindrops; seductive lines of the back gracefully transitioned to a thin waist, voluminous hips, and tempting legs. All this constituted a single, incomprehensible harmony and captivated the guy's imagination with its artless simplicity. There was nothing unusual in the woman's appearance, and yet she was extremely beautiful.

The guy couldn't restrain himself and, impressed by what he saw, quietly gasped. Hearing this, the young woman turned around. A barely noticeable cloud of embarrassment quickly flashed across her pretty face.

 — What are you staring at? Have you never seen a naked woman before? — she asked with irony.

 — Well, no, — Mishka was embarrassed. — I'm just stunned by your beauty.

A light smile spread across the woman's lips. She came right up to the guy and asked:

 — And, do I really please you that much?

 — Very much. You are the true perfection of female beauty and uniqueness.

Vera smiled again and put her hands on the guy's shoulders.

 — Oh, you're an artist at giving compliments to a woman. I wonder what else a guy from the city is capable of besides pretty words?

In the large, bright-gray eyes of the young woman, the young man saw little devils of desire and passion. Unable to overcome the temptation, he timidly embraced Vera. He pressed this seductive and hot body tightly to himself so that it took his breath away. The woman's small, firm breasts with pointed nipples pleasantly pricked the guy. Her lips insistently reached for him, and in an instant they joined in a long, hot kiss. Forgetting about everything in the world, they both greedily clung to each other, unable to quench their insatiable thirst for pleasure and enjoyment.

However, this frenzy of kisses did not last long. Soon Vera freed herself from the captivity of the bachelor's lips and whispered quietly:

 — I want more.

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