Turcio

Grabbing a bottle from the room, I went downstairs. The pool bar was already empty, and the bartender, collecting empty glasses, was getting ready to close. Waving to him, I stepped out of the bright circle of light. Walking along a short path lit by decorative lanterns, I found myself on the promenade stretching along the entire coast of Kemer. Unsealing the bottle, I took a few sips. Its sharp taste made my throat feel a bit raw. A cigarette fixed that, and after lighting up, I looked around.

The lights of the hotels along the coast accentuated the darkness of the sea. The only bright spot was a brightly lit yacht, bobbing about three hundred meters from the shore. From the direction of "Aura Moonlight,"

loud music thumped, and fireworks rockets shot into the sky. Sounds of revelry also came from the hotels. Despite the night, the resort was roaring like an orchestra on the deck of the Titanic.

It seemed everyone was having fun that night. Only I had somehow fallen out of this wild celebration. Having seen my friends off today, I myself was planning to leave tomorrow. My already packed suitcase lay in the room. No one was waiting for me anywhere. I was completely free and, for the first time since arriving, alone.

— Hey, there's a man here! Guy, do you understand Russian?

God knows why, but I muttered a reply in English. From below came:

— Come on, boy, my captain is from Finland. I need help.

Realizing from the pronunciation and wild Ryazan accent that I wouldn't be exposed, I went down the stairs to the motorboat. A disheveled, magnificent, young chick, angry as hell, was fussing at the instrument panel. Pushing back long, tangled hair, a beautiful brunette turned to me:

— Hi, boy. Our captain... match drink... bitch!... — then the girl, having exhausted her foreign vocabulary, swore in Russian with unladylike inventiveness, eloquently pointing at the lifeless body of a guy, snoring like a hero on the stern bench. Poking at the instrument panel, she pointed at herself. Running a hand across her throat, with the next gesture she pointed at the yacht anchored nearby. In short, the situation was clear — after taking the girl for a ride, the guy had overdone it and passed out, and this star couldn't figure out the boat's motor and was now desperate to get back to the yacht. Stepping over the side, I glanced at the instrument panel. The key was in the ignition, I turned it, but heard the starter spinning the engine in vain.

Looking over the instruments again, I saw a whole two fuel level gauges. One was "on zero," the second showed a full tank. Well — not rocket science. Clearly, the boat had two tanks. Flipping the switch to the second tank, I turned the key again and the engine started. The brunette, squealing from an excess of feeling, slapped my ass and ruffled my hair. Smiling, I untied the line and moved the throttle lever to "slow ahead." The boat moved off and, describing an arc, approached the side of the yacht. Before I could tie the rope to the ladder, she squealed joyfully and scrambled up the ladder. Tanned, slender legs flashed. Swinging a leg over the side, she demonstrated a complete lack of underwear and a beautiful, tanned ass.

After mooring the boat properly, I lifted the guy and carefully rolled him over the side, depositing him on the deck. Propping his head against the bulkhead and grabbing my bottle from the boat, I first took a good swig from it, then looked around curiously. An empty, brightly lit deck, a large superstructure. The boat seemed deserted. The glass door of the superstructure slid aside. From its darkness, my new acquaintance was waving at me. Stepping into the dimly lit salon, I noticed two more charming young girls on a luxurious leather sofa.

They were squinting from the light that had come on and huddling together. The clothing of both was in disarray. An amazingly beautiful, young, slender blonde calmly adjusted her blouse, unbuttoned to the navel, fastening it. Her bare, shapely right breast hid, accompanied by my attentive gaze. Her very young friend, more of a teenager, was more noticeably embarrassed. Flushing crimson, she hastily pulled her hitched-up T-shirt down over her tanned stomach. The brunette pushed me toward the table:

— Please, drink, boy.

I raised the bottle in front of me, showing her it was still a third full.

— Thank you, darling. I have enough drink.

Confirming my words, I took another swig from the bottle. The brunette waved her hand and grabbed a glass from the table. Downing it in one gulp, she spoke heatedly:

— Our asshole passed out, but look what a specimen I brought. True, he doesn't understand a damn word of Russian, but he's a sturdy guy and his dick must be healthy. Look how his pants are bulging.

The blonde's eyes, with awakened interest, studied me intently. Running her gaze over the faded T-shirt hugging my powerful shoulders, she, with great interest, fixed her eyes on my jeans, studying my hips and the bulge in the crotch. At the sight of such a spectacle, I felt my cock go to full alert and my jeans bulged even more. This didn't escape her. Licking her lips and stretching contentedly, she got up from the sofa. Approaching the table, she, as if by accident, stopped holding her unbuttoned blouse. Her firm breast immediately popped out from under the fabric. Pouring herself some alcohol and looking me straight in the eyes, she stroked her bare breast. Sensually, lazily smiling, the blonde, continuing to look me in the eyes, said:

— A healthy stallion. Will you share, Dasha?

— If you take him in the ass, then I'll share. I've long wanted to see you get fucked.

— For this one, I think I will, — the blonde's voice was thoughtful, but she was clearly turned on, — it's high time I tried what it's like when such a dick is in my ass. But won't he tear me? — she worried.

The brunette, without turning, tossed over her shoulder, — And that's what we'll check right now!

From the direction of the sofa came:

— What about me?

Both beauties turned to the sofa. The brunette, looking at the youngest member of their trio, said doubtfully:

— Isn't it a bit early for her to fuck, at her eighteen? This stallion isn't for her. He'll tear her like a hot water bottle. Let her fuck her classmates for now.

The lovely child on the sofa cried out indignantly.

— When it's time to lick, Katya's in the lineup! But when it's time to fuck, she's too young!?

The blonde involuntarily smiled:

— Okay, slut. It's high time you were put on a real dick. If you behave well, you'll get under him today.

The little one jumped for joy on the sofa. Quickly pulling her T-shirt over her head, she was left only in a short skirt. Small, firm breasts with pink nipples bounced from her jumps. The attractive, tanned, flexible body of the girl, big eyes, slightly open but experienced mouth. This child would go far.

Jumping off the sofa, she approached the blonde from behind, pressing her whole body against her. Opening her blouse, she fully exposed her breast. Her left palm, stroking the taut stomach, dove into the blonde's jeans, the other was stroking the magnificent, perfectly shaped breast of the blonde.

Putting the bottle on the floor, I stepped toward the brunette. Stood, looking her over. A slender, tall beauty with a dazzling smile. Looked about twenty. Deep, large dark-blue eyes on a beautiful, fine face. Sensual, clearly defined lips. Looking with defiance. Perky, protruding breasts lifting the thin fabric of her shirt. Magnificent, slender hips turned into stunningly beautiful, long legs.

With one motion, I pulled off my T-shirt and, remaining in jeans, stepped right up to her. Her face was level with my chest. Immediately raising her head and casually brushing her hair aside, she continued to look at me defiantly. I silently unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her shirt and my hand, diving into the opening, felt her firm breast. Continuing to look defiantly at my face, she didn't react to this at all. Purring with pleasure, I squeezed it hard, feeling the nipple harden. Dasha gasped but didn't look away.

Smiling, I slowly moved my left hand aside and gave her a sharp slap. Her head jerked from the blow, but she didn't lower her gaze. In her eyes, I read fury and rage, well familiar to me. Now this bitch was properly turned on, and I could bet a torn ruble against a Boeing that she was now all wet. Unhurriedly unbuttoning my jeans, I let them fall to the floor. Her eyes wavered and her gaze furtively slid downward. Curiosity always killed women, and Daria was no exception, eager to see what catch she had brought. From the sofa, someone whistled. Katya, forgetting about her friend, stuck her head out from behind her back and with wide eyes devoured my manhood.

— What a healthy one, — she drawled. Meeting my gaze, she fearfully ducked behind the blonde's back. The blonde also had a rather puzzled look. She apparently hadn't expected this and was now clearly nervous, realizing what she had signed up for.

Stepping over the jeans lying in a shapeless heap on the floor, I grabbed the brunette by her luxurious hair and tore the shirt on her chest. Buttons scattered like peas on the floor. With the next movement, I shook her out of the shirt. Beautiful breasts bounced firmly. Thin nostrils flared in protest. Before she could recover and protest, the next second she was already on her knees in front of me. Continuing to grip her thick hair, I tilted her head toward my cock. Stunned by my onslaught, the feisty Dasha, having lost all aplomb, opened her mouth slightly. Moving my hips slightly, I inserted my cock into it and felt the beautiful lips obediently envelop the head. Pushing the cock deeper into her mouth, I stopped, feeling a nimble tongue slide over it and her wet, tender mouth tighten more firmly around it.

Letting Dasha, moaning with pleasure, work with her mouth, I turned my gaze to the sofa. The blonde beauty, freed from her clothes, lay on the sofa with her slender legs spread wide. With one hand she was fiercely kneading her own breast, with the other she was guiding Katya's head, who was diligently licking her crotch. The girl's lack of experience was more than compensated by enthusiasm. Her skirt was hitched up and her small, round ass with a strip of thong looked so attractive that I felt my cock become hard as stone. From below came a protesting moan. Looking down, I realized that, carried away, I had shoved my cock so deep into Dasha's throat that she couldn't breathe.

Letting go of her hair, I allowed her to catch her breath. The skirt's fastener tore off with a rip. Next, dishes from the table crashed to the floor with a deafening clatter. Clearing a landing zone for myself, I turned to Dasha, who was convulsively sucking in air, and the next second she was sitting on the table. Pushing her onto her back, I spread her beautiful legs. One glance was enough to understand that Dasha was ready to take me. Her lips were reddened and swollen, glistening with moisture. The entrance to her hole was slightly open and I drove my cock into it. Sliding over the wet lips, I felt the cock slow down, overcoming the resistance of her firm, wet hole. Impaled Dasha let out a long, loud moan.

Her hole was surprisingly tight and hot. And she herself was a hot and pliant girl, openly enjoying the big cock of a rough male. I worked on her diligently. Dasha either moaned or began to scream at the top of her voice. The table beneath her rocked wildly. Not trying to be gentle, I roughly, to the full length, entered her to the hilt, stretching her hole properly. Her magnificent, thin, and flexible body shuddered in my hands, her tense throat emitting loud cries when her hot and tender insides were parted under my pressure. My cock was hard as stone and I was already barely feeling her. The worked-over hole began to squelch when my shaft entered it. Remembering the others, I glanced toward the sofa without stopping my movements. The blonde had laid little Katya out on the sofa and was expertly working on her with her tongue. The skinny girl moaned, fiddling with her small, dark nipples. Her stomach tensed when the blonde, without stopping licking her, inserted an index finger into her. The blonde raised her head and, looking at Katya, said instructively:

— Relax, slut. When he sticks his dick in you, I don't want your tight little hole to tear. So endure, I'll stretch you a bit.

Again pressing her mouth to the girl's smooth pubis, the girl continued to work her hole with a slender finger. Katya fell back on her back and her stomach relaxed. After half a minute, she began to moan softly again.

From the sight of two young, naked beauties shamelessly caressing each other before my eyes, I felt that orgasm was already standing behind my shoulder and wanting to come forward. Taking the tired Dasha off my strained organ, I grabbed her by the hips and slender waist. Taking her off the table, I stood her in front of me. It seemed her legs wouldn't hold her anymore. Continuing the movement, I pressed on her shoulders and she was again on her knees in front of me.

Obediently opening her mouth like a diligent student, she deeply swallowed my cock, smeared with her juices. Feeling her diligently licking it, I sighed with relief and shot a powerful white stream into her mouth. The brunette diligently swallowed the cum. Her skillful lips diligently milked me dry. Releasing the cock from her mouth, Dasha licked her lips contentedly. On unsteady legs, I made it to the nearest chair. Bending down, I picked up the bottle lying on the floor. Unscrewing the cap, I took a big gulp. A fiery wave rolled down my throat. Finding my jeans with my eyes, I pulled them toward me with my foot. Retrieved cigarettes, lit up. God, how wonderful life is!

Battered, naked Dasha collapsed onto the sofa next to her friends. Leaning back on the leather backrest, she spread her legs and also lit a cigarette. After a pause, her hoarse voice said:

— And he's good. Everything inside is still trembling. A powerful guy. I envy you, girlfriend. You still have everything ahead.

The blonde, sliding off the sofa, examined her relaxed, naked figure with interest and wariness. A curious gaze fixed on Dasha's well-worked hole. The blonde's eyes sparkled. Carefully touching her thigh with her fingers, she ran them to the place where Dasha's beautiful legs came together. Slender, delicate fingers ran over the swollen, reddened lips and dove into the depths of her crotch. Without any effort, her four neat fingers disappeared into Dasha's stretched hole. Bringing her smeared fingers to her face, she thoughtfully licked them and, decisively shaking her head, declared:

Businesslike, tossing over her shoulder, she threw to her friends:

— If I scream and struggle — hold me tighter. And don't forget about the tits!

Gracefully kneeling before me, the blonde recklessly threw out:

— Let's go!

The next second I felt firm lips close on my cock. The blonde skillfully worked her mouth like an experienced whore. Fingers fiddled with oblong, tense nipples, grasped breasts, squeezing them hard. The cock began to respond, quickly filling with blood. The girl felt this and her tongue worked with double force in her mouth. The cock finally hardened in her lips and she released it from her mouth, admiring her work.

I, impassively, continued to sit on the chair, waiting to see what she would do next. The blonde, who was starting to tremble with anticipation, got to her feet and, moving to the sofa, knelt on its seat, leaning her chest against the low backrest. Her beautiful ass stuck out, outlining a convex, clean-shaven pubis and a deep hollow between small buttocks. In the depth of the hollow, a tight, neat ring of a tiny anus was visible. Turning over her shoulder, looking at me plaintively, she softly called:

— Come on, boy. Please