Crimean nights are wonderful.

It all started when, quite by accident, I flew to St. Petersburg for a week and met with Serega Bochkarev. We studied together at a military school, but after that I didn’t see him for five years and now I was pleasantly surprised by the changes that had happened to him. Then he came to us for a course after surgery and long-term treatment. I managed to break my leg somewhere, which for a long time did not want 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 enormous weight, but graduated from school, more or less standing on his own two feet. We weren’t particularly friends with him, and after one small

incident, he generally looked at me with hostility, but that, I thought, was a thing of the past.

Now sitting in front of me was a man who had lost a lot of weight, but was still quite overweight. He sat not alone, but with his charming wife, Zoya. It was because of her that we quarreled a little. In the fourth, and even more so in the fifth year, the guys started getting married like crazy. Igorek Ragushin celebrated his wedding at home. Quite an impressive company had gathered. Seryoga was already married to Zoya at that time, but for obvious reasons he could not dance. I was free like the wind and readily came to Seryoga’s aid, inviting his wife to dance. The first was followed by a second, a third...

By that time I knew a pretty good sense of women, and with pleasure I pressed the flexible, pliable body to myself, freezing in a slow dance and feeling Zoe’s thigh wedged between my thighs, the high breasts in the low-cut neckline tremblingly beating very close, involuntarily leading to sinful thoughts. That evening I left the wedding alone, but with the firm intention of meeting Zoya again. After that meeting, it just so happened that after some time we finally met and spent a wonderful night, which I still remembered. It was a long time ago and no one except us knew about it, probably. (See the story “Retaliatory Strike”)

Now, having seen Seryoga in the Neva hall, I stared in amazement at his companion. Yes, it was Zoya, but how prettier she has become over these five or even six years. I kissed her hand, shook Seryoga’s hand and gladly joined them at the table. Questions rained down like from a cornucopia. One decanter of cognac gave way to a second, a third, and we still couldn’t stop talking. While answering questions, I involuntarily admired Sergei’s companion. A charming, graceful blonde with a voluminous hairstyle and greenish sparkling eyes attracted the eye like a magnet. The slit of the skirt allowed one to admire the chiseled leg that emerged from it every now and then.

By the end of the evening we were pretty full and went out onto Nevsky to freshen up. That’s when I found out that Seryoga and Zoya were going to Crimea for a couple of weeks.

— Come with us,” Zoya unexpectedly suggested, “after all, as I understand, you have not yet decided where you will spend your vacation?”

I looked at Seryoga, trying to determine how he would react to his wife’s proposal, but he remained silent, staring at his feet.

— Get some friend and let’s go,” he said, staggering slightly.

It didn’t stop there, and a couple of days later we met at the station, loaded with bags of things and food. I took Natasha as my travel companion - a pretty, broken girl, whose phone number I dug up in my address book. We met once and had a good time. During the years that we did not see each other, she managed to get married, divorced, but at the same time retain all her charms in proper form. She happily took me in and for two nights we reminisced about the past years, rolling around in bed until exhaustion.

- Will we even get to the sea alive? – Zoya expressed doubts.

— We’ll figure out where to go,” I winked at her.

The day flew by. Seryoga, as usual, got drunk and sat silently, hanging his head on his chest, sometimes throwing it up, and looking at us with dull eyes. Over the years, the habit of drinking became even more ingrained, and I really felt sorry for Zoya, who had to endure it. However, at that moment I was overcome by completely different thoughts. Still fresh in my memory, although so many years had passed, was our meeting and the night spent in each other’s intoxicating embrace.

Then she seemed like a goddess to me, but now, when she blossomed even more and became prettier, she could drive me crazy. There was just a little snag. Did she remember as well as I did about the fleeting relationship that arose between us? The answer to these questions should have appeared in the very near future.

From Simferopol we took a minibus to Simeiz, where we quickly found accommodation in a private cottage near the sea. Of course, the inconvenience was that it was necessary to go down a steep slope to the seashore, but this is a common thing on the South Coast. Our rooms were next door, but we went to them only before bed, spending a lot of time on the beach, and in the evenings while away it in local bars or cafes. In general, everything was as usual, but Zoya, in my opinion, was not going to remember the past. Natasha was in love with me and did not hide that she would like to have me as a husband, although she did not hope for anything. We had a great time in bed, but even squeezing her in my arms, I no, no, and I imagined Zoya in her place.

— Let’s take a dip,” Zoya suddenly suggested. “It’s already dark, and we’ve never swam at night before.”

— I’m not wearing a swimsuit,” Natasha responded, “although there’s no one around, so...

— Let’s do it,” I agreed, suddenly feeling some excitement.

Zoya was wearing a short light dress, which she took 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 suit: she took off her skirt, top, and then her bra. She did not cover herself with her hands, like Zoya, but splashed towards the water, playing with her elastic buttocks as she walked. It was quite dark, although if one wanted to, one could see all the charms of women’s bodies and paint the rest in one’s imagination. Looking at our beauties, I quickly undressed, remaining in my swimming trunks, and followed them.

- Seryoga, are you coming? – I said as I walked, knowing the answer in advance.

He ​​mumbled something, but I no longer listened to him. The girls swam at a distance - their voices could be heard in the darkness. I swam there, trying not to make any noise, then dived, intending to get close to them. Suddenly my outstretched hands touched the smooth female body. Judging by the loud squeal that rang across the surface of the water, it was Zoya.

She floundered, raising a cloud of spray, screamed in fear and fell silent only when I wrapped my arm around her waist and covered her mouth with my lips. We plunged headlong under the water, but Zoya only clung to me even tighter, without removing her lips. I felt the touch of her elastic breasts and thighs, and from this my penis suddenly became tense, although usually it always decreased in water. Out of breath, we simultaneously surfaced, but Zoya did not let me go even now.

— Scared me, fool,” she whispered playfully, hugging me around the neck. “I thought it was some kind of shark...

— The shark doesn’t have what I have,” I tried to play along with it.

- What is this?

Zoya suddenly lowered her hand down, and her fingers slipped under the elastic band of my swimming trunks.

— They definitely don’t have that,” she whispered, squeezing her penis in her palm. – Do you remember how we... met? Or did you forget?

At the same time, she licked my ear and again reached for her lips.

- Hey, hey, where are you? – Natasha’s voice reached me.

— Here we are, here,” Zoya responded with obvious reluctance, pulling away slightly and removing her hand.

Natasha swam up, grabbed onto me, feeling the bottom with her feet. Holding both women close to me, I playfully kissed first one on the cheek, then the other. “This would be the composition for bed,” flashed through my head. At that moment it seemed to me that they experienced the same feelings. Natakha was already there on a legal basis in this case, but Zoya...

We moved to the shore. Holding them both by the waist, I never ceased to experience excitement, especially when my thighs touched the silky skin of the girl’s legs. Swaying on unsteady legs, at the very edge of the oncoming wave, stood Seryoga.

— Oh,” Natasha exclaimed, covering her bare chest 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 chest against me for a moment. - I want it right now.

I was even taken aback by surprise. Did you really read my mind? Slipping past her husband and picking up the dress, she began to pull it right over her wet body. Natasha could not get her hand into the sleeve of her top, for some reason she was nervous, she waved 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 are you doing? – I tried to clarify the situation, holding him by the elbow at the threshold.

— Nothing,” my friend responded with barely concealed anger. “I want you, I want you right now,” she distorted Zoya, obviously having heard her confession against her will.

Damn it! Although, what does she care about our relationship with Zoya? Natasha is not my wife, and she has only been my mistress a few times. What problems?

Her behavior even angered me. Being impressed by Zoya’s confession, I was already on edge, and then there was her... But, nevertheless, giving her due to her jealous character, I had to agree that from my point of view she was right. To make up for the misunderstanding that had arisen, I took her into the room and, without further ado, pushed her onto the bed. Her resistance only increased her desire for violence.

The writhing elastic body did not give in immediately, but it did. In the twilight, the full breasts and the narrow strip on the hips sparkled with whiteness and, finally, spreading it across the bed, I lustfully plunged into the womb bursting with heat. She gasped, jerked, struggling, but could not free herself, her whole body trembling under my furious pressure.

Then we lay there, smoking, blowing smoke into the ceiling and occasionally exchanging meaningless phrases. Usually after the first act, within a few minutes I had the desire again. This time was no exception. Knowing this, Natasha also tried to provoke me into the next round. Throwing her leg over me, she began to rub her moistened womb against my thigh, making my penis tense and ready for another copulation. Moreover, playfully kissing me on the tip of my nose, she dove head down, getting closer to him.

Another minute and her plump soft lips closed on the head of the penis. It wasn’t often that she spoiled me with such caresses, but then she broke up. Surrendering to her mercy, I closed my eyes and suddenly noticed a narrow strip of light breaking through from under the door. Someone was standing behind her, and I even guessed who it could be. Natasha, engrossed in her simple task, did not notice how Zoya’s tall figure slid into the room. I don’t know what she was counting on, but a brilliant idea suddenly occurred to me. I have never been with two women before, and here is such an opportunity, although...

-Are you still awake? – Zoya asked in an innocent voice, clearly guessing what we were doing.

Natasha almost choked on my dick and tried to break away from it, but I suddenly pressed on the back of her head, and she froze.

— Not yet, we’re not sleeping,” I answered belatedly. - Why are you wandering around?

- Yes, Seryoga snores so much that there is no urine. I can't sleep. Shall I turn on the light? “With these words, she flipped the switch and froze with her mouth open.

- Zoya, have a conscience! – Natasha finally straightened up, trying to cover me with a sheet.

- Why didn’t I see that there? – Zoya grinned. – True, I’ve already forgotten what Sanka’s looks like.

With these words, she walked up to our bed and sat down on the edge at my feet. Her eyes sparkled, her breathing became labored, and beads of sweat appeared above her upper lip. In the neckline of a loosely tied robe, a round, plump breast sparkled with matte whiteness. I didn't know what to do. Zoyka, in my opinion, went all in, but Natasha...

— Do you want to join,” her voice suddenly rang out, “come on, I don’t mind, it’s even interesting.”

I didn’t expect my friend to give up so quickly. However, at that moment I didn’t care. Under the gaze of the young women, my penis, of its own accord, suddenly became even more tense and perked up, getting out from under the sheet thrown over it. The girls sat opposite each other, weighing their chances. This upset me so much that I was ready to immediately attack both of them. However, on Zoya with great pleasure - I just used Natasha, and Zoya...

My thoughts were interrupted after a minute. Both of them, almost simultaneously, reached out with their lips to my hero. What was to be done? With my hands behind my head, I just watched as the scarlet plump lips caressed my penis, competing in skill. The head of the penis then disappeared and then reappeared out of the greedy, thirsty mouths. A complete surprise for me was the moment when Zoya and Natasha’s lips met in a single kiss on the top of my penis. As if they had forgotten about the object of their attraction, they grabbed each other with a frank passionate kiss, as if I did not exist.

- Hey, what are you doing? – I interrupted their impulse.

— Now, bunny, now,” Zoya whispered, as if getting out of a dope, moving away from Natasha. – I’ve never experienced anything like this.

With naughty hands, she untied the strings of her robe, and with one movement of her shoulders threw it off, leaving behind what her mother had given birth in. Now we were all equal.

— But no offense,” Zoya whispered, climbing on top of me. “It’s been so long since he’s been inside me,” she added, grabbing my dick with her hand and guiding it into her hot hole. Natasha pointedly turned away, feigning offense, but after a minute she sat closer, lustfully watching our copulating bodies. What a night it was! I have never experienced anything like this before. And where did the strength come from? I was surprised at myself later. I fucked them one by one, licked them, sucked them, fucked them again like a man possessed, as if for the last time.

Unfortunately, that’s how it turned out. Somewhere in the morning, a fuss was heard in the corridor, something thudded and rattled, followed by Seryoga’s swearing. I woke up, you bastard. Zoyka was blown away by the wind. Kicking us on the lips in turn, she picked up her robe and disappeared out the door. Seryoga’s rough, muffled scream made it impossible to understand what he was talking about. Zoya’s excited voice was immediately heard:

- What are you, an idiot? What whores? What did you come up with?

Some fuss was heard, then a pop, and a squeal from a frightened friend.

— Gotcha, you fool,” Natasha’s lips curled into a grin. “There was no point in opening your mouth to strange men.”

— I thought you were friends,” I mumbled, turning on my side and closing my eyes.

— We became friends, of course,” Natasha sighed, sitting next to her.

We woke up closer to lunch, when the gentle morning rays of the sun had already warmed up and were truly scorching. Natasha fussed for a long time, choosing what to wear, and I lay there, tenderly watching her, involuntarily remembering the previous night. It was great. I stretched, crunching all my bones, and closed my eyes again. Natasha creaked the door and went to take a shower, but a minute later she flew into the room and plopped down next to me on the bed.

— They left,” she whispered excitedly, tugging at my shoulder.

- Who left? – I didn’t realize it right away.

- Your Zoya and Seryoga. “There was obvious triumph on Natasha’s face.

— He probably suspected something,” I suggested.

— I suspected it! Well, you give it! His wife is being fucked in the next room like the last whore, and he... What do you want, will he remain silent?

— And that’s true,” I shrugged. - Tell me, did you like it?

— That’s not the right word,” Natasha grinned. “But I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

Throwing away the sheet, she stretched out like a well-fed cat and put her lips towards my penis. We never made it to the beach that day.

SAS