A Trip to the Sea. Part Three

The morning after the stormy night in the train compartment, Oleg and Lyudmila's paths diverged. Oleg got off earlier, while Lyudmila and Elina got off at the right stop, took a taxi, and went to the needed address. They rented a house by the sea and began to enjoy their vacation. Lyudmila hoped that

her daughter was asleep when Oleg fucked her, and Elina, before bed, began to caress herself, imagining herself in her mother's place in the compartment. The vacation was coming to an end; they were leaving the next day, and Lyudmila decided to take a walk with Elina along the embankment. They went down and wanted to walk along the beach. The soft sand underfoot still held the warmth of the fading day as Lyudmila and Nastya, embracing, walked along the

shore. And then they met Oleg. The waves gently lapped at the shore, their rhythmic rustle mingling with the women's quickened breathing. Oleg stood at the water's edge, his silhouette outlined against the dark sky dotted with the first stars. He didn't see them, allowing them to savor the anticipation—that sweet torment that made their bodies burn from within. When they finally met, their embrace was hot and damp with sweat and sea breeze. The conversation was long, and the three of them went to have dinner at a nearby restaurant. All evening, Oleg couldn't take his eyes off Elina and Lyudmila... Over a plate of delicious shashlik, Elina decided to confess that she had seen everything and wanted to repeat it, which made both Lyudmila and Oleg blush. After dinner, Oleg decided to walk them home, and standing at the gate, Lyudmila smiled and invited Oleg in for tea.. Oleg's hands slid under Lyudmila's dress, grabbed her buttocks, squeezing them so hard that she involuntarily pressed against him, feeling his erection firmly pressing into her stomach. Elina, unable to hold back any longer, moved her own mother aside and knelt right on the carpet, her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned Oleg's denim shorts. His cock sprang free—heavy, throbbing, with a drop of pre-cum on the tip. She took it into her mouth, slowly ran her tongue along the thick vein from bottom to top, enjoying how he shuddered and hissed through his teeth.

Lyudmila, standing nearby, watched this scene with a hungry gleam in her eyes. Her own pussy was already dripping with arousal, her panties soaked through. She ran her fingers over her nipples, feeling them harden under the thin fabric of her dress. Oleg, without taking his eyes off Elina, lay down on the bed, and Lyudmila sat on his face. His fingers slid under the edge of her panties, pushed them aside, and his tongue plunged into her swollen, juicy slit. She moaned, her hips jerking forward as if trying to swallow him deeper. His tongue worked skillfully—slowly circling her clit, then penetrating inside, gathering her juices.

— Ah, fuck..." Lyudmila exhaled, her fingers digging into his hair, pressing his face to her soaked pussy. "So good...

Elina, hearing her moans, began sucking Oleg's cock even more eagerly, her cheeks hollowing as she took him into her mouth to the very base, her throat relaxing to accept his thickness. Her saliva dripped onto his balls, and with her free hand she massaged them, feeling them tighten with the approaching orgasm.

Oleg pulled away from Lyudmila, leaving her trembling with unsatisfied desire, and stood up. His cock glistened with Elina's saliva as he took Lyudmila by the chin and pulled her toward him.

— Now it's your turn," he whispered, and she, without hesitation, knelt before him, replacing her daughter.

Her lips wrapped around his shaft, and she began moving up and down, her tongue swirling around the head, collecting the salty taste of Elina. Oleg groaned, his fingers gripping her hair, guiding her movements. Meanwhile, he lay down on the bed in front of Elina, spread her legs, and buried his face between them. His tongue penetrated her pussy, covered in curly hair, and she squealed, her hips trembling as he began licking her with such greed that she almost fell backward.

— Oh, god..." Elina rasped, her hands clutching his shoulders. "Don't stop...

Lyudmila, feeling her own arousal reaching its peak, pulled away from Oleg's cock and lay on her back, spreading her legs in a silent invitation. But Oleg had other plans. He rolled onto his back, his cock standing upright, wet and gleaming.

— Sit," he ordered Elina, and she, without hesitation, knelt over him.

— Slower, baby," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "Let him feel every second. Squeeze him from the inside... that's it, good girl...

Elina obediently slowed her pace, her inner muscles clenching around his cock, and Oleg groaned, his fingers digging into her hips.

— Bitch, you're killing me," he breathed, but his voice sounded more like approval than complaint.

Lyudmila couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed his head and pulled him to her pussy, forcing him to lick her again while Elina continued to fuck him. But Oleg suddenly flipped Lyudmila onto her stomach, lifted her by the hips, and pressed her face into the sand. His finger slid between her buttocks, lubricating her anus with her own juices.

— Are you ready?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

Lyudmila didn't answer with words. She just nodded, her body trembling in anticipation. He slowly entered her, his cock stretching her tight ring, and she growled from the mixture of pain and pleasure. Her pussy clenched with arousal, dripping, as he began moving inside her, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.

— Fuck, you're so tight..." he rasped, his hands squeezing her buttocks, leaving red marks on them.

Elina, watching this, couldn't hold back. She lowered her hand between her legs and began touching herself, her fingers sliding over her clit until she felt her own pussy begin to pulse on the verge of orgasm.

Oleg quickened his pace, his hips slamming against Lyudmila's buttocks, his breathing becoming ragged. He knew he wouldn't last long. With a final thrust, he pulled out his cock and came on their faces. The first stream hit Lyudmila on the cheek, the second hit Elina on the lips, and the rest splattered across their chins and necks. They froze, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath.

— God..." Elina whispered, running a finger along her cheek and collecting the semen before licking it off.

Lyudmila smiled, her eyes shining with satisfaction. She reached out and ran her finger over her daughter's lips, then kissed her, sharing the taste of Oleg.

The night was warm, their bodies glistening with sweat and semen, and the waves still gently washed the shore, as if approving their passion. They lay on the sand, embracing, savoring the aftertaste of that wild, frenzied night. No words were needed—their bodies spoke for them. That night became the finale of their adventure, but not the end. It left them with a deep sense of satisfaction and an emotional closeness they would never forget.