Crimean nights are wonderful.
It all started when I quite accidentally, having flown to St. Petersburg for a week, met Seryoga Bochkarev. We studied together at the military academy, but after that I hadn't seen him for about five years and was now pleasantly surprised by the changes that had happened to him. Back then, he joined our course after an operation and lengthy treatment. He managed to break his leg somewhere, and it took a long time to heal. Having missed a year because of this, Seryoga was transferred to our course and we finished our studies together. He limped for a long time, walked with a cane, gained a lot of weight, but he graduated from the academy, more or less standing on his own two feet. We weren't particularly close, and after a minor
incident, he even looked at me with hostility, but I thought that was all in the past.Now, sitting before me was a considerably thinner, but still rather burly man. He wasn't alone, but with his charming wife – Zoya. It was because of her that we had a bit of a quarrel back then. In the fourth, and even more so in the fifth year, the guys started getting married like crazy. Igor Ragushin celebrated his wedding at home. A rather impressive company gathered. Seryoga was already married to Zoya then, but for obvious reasons couldn't dance. I was free as the wind and readily came to Seryoga's aid by inviting his wife to dance. The first dance was followed by a second, a third...
By that time, I knew quite a bit about women, and I enjoyed pressing her flexible, pliant body against me, freezing in a slow dance and feeling Zoya's thigh wedge between mine, her high breasts in a low-cut décolletage trembling very close by, involuntarily leading to sinful thoughts. That evening I left the wedding alone, but with a firm intention to meet Zoya again. After that acquaintance, as it happened, some time later we did meet and spent a wonderful night, which I remembered to this day. It was a long time ago and probably no one except us knew about it. (See the story "Counterblow")
Now, seeing Seryoga in the hall of the "Neva", I stared dumbfounded at his companion. Yes, it was Zoya, but how she had blossomed over these five or even six years. I kissed her hand, shook Seryoga's hand, and gladly joined them at the table. Questions poured out like from a horn of plenty. One carafe of cognac was replaced by a second, a third, and we still couldn't stop talking. Answering questions, I couldn't help but admire Sergey's companion. A charming, graceful blonde with a voluminous hairstyle and greenish sparkling eyes attracted the gaze like a magnet. The slit in her skirt allowed one to admire her shapely leg, which kept emerging from it.
By the end of the evening we were quite drunk and went out to Nevsky Prospekt to get some fresh air. That's when I found out that Seryoga and Zoyka were planning to go to Crimea for a couple of weeks.
"Come with us," Zoya unexpectedly suggested, "since, as I understand, you haven't decided yet where you'll spend your vacation?"
I glanced at Seryoga, trying to gauge how he would react to his wife's offer, but he remained silent, staring at his feet.
"Take some girlfriend, and let's go," he uttered, swaying slightly.
That was no problem, and a couple of days later we met at the station, loaded with bags of things and food. As my travel companion, I took Natasha – a pretty, lively girl whose phone number I dug up in my address book. We had dated once and had a good time. In the years we hadn't seen each other, she had managed to get married, get divorced, but at the same time keep all her charms in proper shape. She gladly took me in, and for two nights we reminisced about the old days, tumbling in bed until exhaustion.
"Will we even make it to the sea alive?" Zoya expressed doubt.
"We'll make it, where else would we go," I winked at her.
The day passed unnoticed. Seryoga, as usual, got drunk and sat silently, his head hanging on his chest, sometimes lifting it and looking at us with clouded eyes. Over the years, the drinking habit had become even more entrenched, and I truly felt sorry for Zoya, who had to endure it. However, at that moment, I was preoccupied with completely different thoughts. Still fresh in my memory, even though so many years had passed, was our meeting and the night spent in each other's intoxicating embrace.
Back then she seemed like a goddess to me, and now, having blossomed and become even more beautiful, she could drive one crazy. There was just one small hitch. Did she remember those fleeting relations that arose between us as well as I did? The answer to these questions was to appear in the very near future.
From Simferopol, we took a minibus to Simeiz, where we fairly quickly found accommodation in a private cottage not far from the sea. Of course, the inconvenience was that we had to descend a steep slope to the seashore, but that's common on the Southern Coast of Crimea. Our rooms were next to each other, but we only went to them before sleep, spending a lot of time on the beach, and whiling away the evenings in local bars or cafes. In general, everything was as usual, except that Zoya, in my opinion, wasn't going to remember the past. Natasha was in love with me and didn't hide that she would like to have me as a husband, although she didn't hope for anything. We had a great time in bed, but even while holding her in my arms, I couldn't help but imagine Zoya in her place.
"Let's take a dip," Zoya suddenly suggested. "It's already dark, and we've never swum at night."
"I don't have a swimsuit," Natasha responded, "although there's no one nearby, so..."
"Let's do it," I agreed, suddenly feeling some excitement.
Zoya was wearing a short, light dress, which she pulled off over her head, leaving only thin panties. Covering her breasts with her hand, she walked towards the water, carefully placing her feet on the pebble-covered shore. Natasha followed her example: she took off her skirt, top, and then her bra. She didn't cover herself with her hands like Zoya, splashed towards the water, playfully swaying her firm buttocks as she walked. It was dark enough, though if one wanted, one could make out all the charms of the female bodies, and fill in the rest with imagination. Looking at our beauties, I quickly undressed, leaving my trunks on, and headed after them.
"Seryoga, are you coming?" I threw over my shoulder, already knowing the answer.
He mumbled something, but I wasn't listening to him anymore. The girls were swimming a little way off – their voices could be heard in the darkness. I swam there, trying not to make noise, then dove, intending to end up near them. Suddenly, my outstretched hands touched a smooth female body. Judging by the loud squeal that rang out over the water's surface, it was Zoya.
She thrashed about, raising a cloud of spray, screamed in fright and fell silent only when I wrapped my arm around her waist and covered her mouth with my lips. We went under the water headfirst, but Zoya only clung to me tighter, not removing her lips. I felt the touch of her firm breasts, her thighs, and because of this my member suddenly tensed, although usually in water it always shrank. Out of breath, we surfaced simultaneously, but Zoya didn't let go of me even now.
"You scared me, silly," she whispered playfully, hugging my neck. "I thought it was some shark..."
"A shark doesn't have what I have," I tried to play along.
"What's that?"
Zoya suddenly lowered her hand, and her fingers slipped under the elastic of my trunks.
"They definitely don't have this," she whispered, squeezing the member in her palm. "Remember how we... got acquainted? Or have you forgotten?"
At the same time, she licked my ear and reached for my lips again.
"Hey, hey, where are you?" Natasha's voice reached me.
"We're here, here," Zoya responded with obvious reluctance, pulling back slightly and removing her hand.
Natasha swam up, grabbed onto me, feeling for the bottom with her feet. Pressing both women to me, I jokingly kissed first one on the cheek, then the other. "Into bed with this lineup," flashed through my mind. At that moment, it seemed to me that they felt the same. Natasha was already there on legitimate grounds in this case, but Zoya...
We moved towards the shore. Holding both by the waist, I couldn't stop feeling excited, especially when my hips touched the silky skin of the girls' legs. Swaying on unsteady legs, right at the edge of the incoming wave, stood Seryoga.
"Oh," Natasha exclaimed, covering her bare breasts with her palms. "Don't look."
She ran out of the water first, which Zoya took advantage of.
"I want you," she whispered, pressing her bare breasts against me for a moment. "I want you right now."
I was even taken aback by the surprise. Could she have read my thoughts? Slipping past her husband and picking up her dress, she began pulling it right onto her wet body. Natasha couldn't get her hand into the sleeve of her top for some reason, was nervous for some reason, brushed me off when I wanted to help her, and as a result, we returned home in complete silence. Zoya and Seryoga were hobbling somewhere behind, and we didn't wait for them.
"What's wrong?" I tried to clarify the situation, holding her by the elbow at the doorstep.
"Nothing," my girlfriend responded with barely concealed anger. "'I want you, I want you right now,'" she mimicked Zoya, having obviously involuntarily overheard her confession.
Damn it! Although, what business is it of hers, my relationship with Zoya? Natasha isn't my wife, and she's only been my lover a few times. What's the problem?
Her behavior even angered me. Under the impression of Zoya's confession, I was already on edge, and now she... But still, giving due credit to her jealous nature, I had to agree that from her point of view she was right. To smooth over the misunderstanding that had arisen, I led her into the room and, without further ado, tumbled her onto the bed. Her resistance only increased the urge for force.
The writhing, firm body didn't give in immediately, but it did give in. In the semi-darkness, her full breasts flashed with whiteness, the narrow strip on her hips, and finally, laying her across the bed, I lustfully plunged into the heat-radiating womb. She gasped, jerked, trying to break free, but couldn't free herself, trembling all over under my furious onslaught.
Afterwards we lay, smoked, blowing smoke at the ceiling and occasionally exchanging meaningless phrases. Usually, after the first act, within a few minutes I would feel desire again. This time was no exception. Knowing this, Natasha even tried to provoke me into the next round. Throwing her leg over me, she began rubbing her moistened mound against my thigh, causing my member to tense up and show readiness for another coupling. Moreover, playfully pecking me on the tip of my nose, she dove her head down, getting closer to it.
Another minute and her full, soft lips closed around the head of my member. She didn't often indulge me with such caresses, but here she really went for it. Surrendering to her mercy, I closed my eyes and suddenly noticed a narrow strip of light coming from under the door. Someone was standing behind it, and I even guessed who it might be. Natasha, engrossed in her simple activity, didn't notice as Zoya's tall figure slipped into the room. What she was counting on – I don't know, but a brilliant idea suddenly came to my mind. I had never been with two women before, and here was such an opportunity, although...
"You're not asleep yet?" Zoya asked in an innocent voice, clearly guessing what we were doing.
Natasha almost choked on my member, tried to pull away from it, but I unexpectedly pressed on the back of her head, and she froze.
"Not yet, not asleep," I replied belatedly. "And what are you wandering about for?"
"Well, Seryoga is snoring so much it's unbearable. Can't fall asleep. Shall I turn on the light?" With these words, she clicked the switch and froze with her mouth open.
"Zoyka, have some conscience!" Natasha finally straightened up, trying to cover me with the sheet.
"What haven't I seen there?" Zoyka smirked. "Though, I've already forgotten what Sasha's looks like."
With these words, she approached our bed and sat down on the edge near my feet. Her eyes sparkled, her breathing became ragged, beads of sweat appeared above her upper lip. In the opening of her loosely tied robe, a rounded, full breast flashed with a matte whiteness. I didn't know what to do. Zoyka, in my opinion, was going all-in, but Natasha...
"Want to join in," her voice suddenly sounded, "go ahead, I don't mind, it's even interesting."
I didn't expect my girlfriend to give up so quickly. However, at that moment I didn't care. Under the gaze of the young women, my member on its own suddenly tensed even more, rose up, emerging from under the sheet thrown over it. The girls sat opposite each other, weighing their chances. This excited me so much that I was ready to pounce on both of them right then. Though, on Zoya with greater pleasure – I had just used Natasha, but Zoya...
My musings were interrupted a minute later. They both, practically simultaneously, reached with their lips towards my hero. What was there to do? Putting my hands behind my head, I just watched as scarlet, full lips caressed my member, competing in skill. The head of my member would disappear, then reappear from the greedy, thirsty mouths. A complete surprise for me was the moment when Zoya's and Natasha's lips met in a single kiss on the tip of my member. As if forgetting the object of their attraction, they clung to each other in an open, passionate kiss, as if I didn't exist.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I interrupted their impulse.
"Just a moment, sweetie, just a moment," Zoya whispered as if emerging from a daze, pulling away from Natasha. "I've never experienced anything like this."
With unsteady hands, she untied the robe's ties, shrugged it off her shoulders with one movement, remaining in what her mother bore her in. Now we were all on equal footing.
"Just no hard feelings," Zoya whispered, climbing onto me. "It's been so long since I've had him inside me," she added, grabbing my member with her hand and guiding it into her hot little hole. Natasha demonstratively turned away, feigning offense, but a minute later she moved closer, lustfully watching our copulating bodies. What a night that was! I had never experienced anything like it. And where did the strength come from? I surprised myself afterwards. I fucked them in turn, licked, sucked, fucked again, like a man possessed, as if for the last time.
Unfortunately, that's exactly how it turned out. Somewhere towards morning, there was a commotion in the corridor, something thudded dully, clattered, followed by Seryoga's swearing. He woke up after all, the bastard. Zoyka vanished as if blown away by the wind. Pecking us on the lips in turn, she grabbed her robe and disappeared behind the door. Seryoga's rough, muffled cry didn't allow us to make out what he was saying. Immediately, Zoyka's excited voice was heard:
"What are you, an idiot? What whores? What are you making up?"
Some scuffling was heard, then a slap, the squeal of a frightened girlfriend.
"Got caught, silly," Natasha's lips twisted into a smirk. "Shouldn't have opened your mouth for someone else's man."
"I thought you became friends," I mumbled, turning on my side and closing my eyes.
__