Sea, sun, long legs, short skirts… Odessa is a beautiful city. That summer, I was lucky enough to escape from stuffy and polluted Moscow for three weeks and visit my friends in Ukraine. For the first week, I basked in the sun, drank Odessa or Crimean beer, and made casual connections.
Everything would have been fine, but my ex, having found out about my vacation, did not lose her head and called our mutual friend Katya, she was right there.
A few words about our main character. Olga. An incredibly beautiful girl, with a perfect figure for me (slender, tits in the palm of my hand, a peek, well-groomed, with taste and style, and as usual with such women, a little fucked up, which was the reason for our breakup). The purpose of her visit became clear to me immediately. A fairy appeared from the train to look for. I even shuddered a little. In heels, in micro-shorts and a cowboy shirt tied in a knot, her head in pigtails that were not yet familiar at that time, Alya Wagner Love.
I swallowed nervously and braced myself for the hard times. By the way, we all lived together in a rented house in nearby Arcadia. The girls lived in a separate wing with a separate entrance and were perfectly visible from our balcony, but considering that Katya and I were old friends, and I already saw Olya in every way, the balcony was of strategic importance more to my homies than to me.
Our schedule was quite banal. In the morning we got to our beds and slept until lunch. We woke up at two o’clock, washed and shaved, had breakfast and went to the sea by four o’clock. We wallowed and swam until nine o’clock, after which we returned home, had dinner, had a drink, changed clothes and went to the party. They played pranks there until the morning, and in the morning they crawled home, bruised and broken. Olya’s presence naturally limited my options a little, but I managed to solve the issues carefully, fortunately there are no problems with this in Odessa. Most of the time, I quickly picked up a young woman and after a couple of cocktails and a portion of suitable fairy tales, I either kissed her in the romantic conditions of Odessa at night, or just let her suck.
Olya didn’t show it, but she understood that my indefinite disappearances had a completely rational explanation. I must give her her due, she didn’t arrange tantrums, insults and other stresses for me, instead she decided to draw attention to herself in a different way. There were eight people in our company, five of them guys. Three of them are also not employed. Olina’s strategy was quite predictable, to stupidly hook up with one of my friends in front of my eyes and see my reaction.
Hanging out after another rough night on the beach, her choice fell on Misha. Misha was a tall and sturdy kid, a good friend of mine. Watching her from the sidelines, I had conflicting feelings. On the one hand, I was a little jealous, but on the other, these feelings turned me on. Olya tried in every possible way to attract his attention, Asked him to smear her with sunscreen, massage her feet, invited her to go swimming with him, and all in the same spirit. Misha was a little nervous, and when we were alone, he asked me what I thought about it. I, in turn, told him not to worry and I have nothing against it, even on the contrary, it would untie my hands.
That evening, we were going to hang out at some secret glamour party on the beach, and the girls were busily preparing their appearance, dressing and changing clothes, applying makeup, styling their hair, and doing manicures and pedicures… After a while, they finally got together and joined us at the table. The girls were a sight to behold: Katya in black shorts and a tank top, Anya in a mini skirt and a glamorous lighthouse, and Olya in an airy, snow-white dress. The girls were clearly tipsy, and after giving us a couple of cocktails, we went to the disco. The club turned out to be a summer playground on the shore. House was playing and our ladies caught up with the B-52 and started dancing. I decided not to waste any time and started looking for options for myself. At the far bar, two blonde women were smoking hookah. I took a bottle of wine from the bar and went to get acquainted. About an hour later, I went with Masha to the sunbed and she gave me a wonderful blowjob. As it turned out later, Olya, having settled down nearby, did not miss my adventure, which later led to the following events…
Olya couldn’t help but react to my movements, as they say, “tit for tat,” or rather, “mouth for mouth.” Upon my return to the disco, Olya lit up with Misha, sticking to him with her whole body in a fit of frenzied dancing. She rubbed her ass against his groin, then jumped up and wrapped her legs around him…
After the party, we met the dawn with the whole crowd, and then we moved to the hut. No one wanted to sleep, and someone suggested playing with a bottle, according to adult rules: the first round consisted of questions, the twister asked a question to the one the bottle was pointing at. The questions were all about sex, of course, and by the second round, everyone was already extremely aroused. The second round was more active, each player wrote his wish on a piece of paper, all the pieces of paper were placed in a bag, and the “lucky one” to whom the bottle pointed pulled a ticket. If someone else appeared in the note, then he was identified by the same bottle. Katya turned out to be the first “player” and she had to simulate an orgasm. Katya coped with a bang and “worked out” to everyone’s laughter.
Then there was Anton, Vadim and Anya. I fell out after them, and I had to do an intimate massage to Ole, which I did by groping my ex-chick to my heart’s content. Caressing her, I felt her nipples tighten, and after stroking her pussy, I found her fully alert, wet and hot. Then it was Masha’s turn, and I took her with me, who had to sit on Misha’s lap and play horsewoman for three minutes. Finally, it was Olya’s turn and her task was to dance a striptease to the goal. Olya danced superbly, so the striptease turned out to be amazing. The paperwork ran out and we started coming up with new ones. As expected, the next round of desires turned out to be much hotter. The rules have also changed. The “lucky one” could choose the recipient of the wish. So when Masha got to give a blowjob, she did not hesitate to unbutton my fly and, having freed my penis, took it into her mouth with pleasure. She sucked well, and while enjoying it, I kept glancing at Olya, who was visibly nervous and angry.
The bottle was spinning, alcohol was pouring out, and debauchery and fun reigned in our already half-naked mug. Olya began to “get lucky” like, first she had to “let the neighbor on the left take off her panties with her teeth,” which she did, embarrassing Vadim, who had to get under her dress and pull off her panties with his teeth.
Then it fell to her to excite someone of her choice without hands. Glaring at me angrily, she sat on Misha’s lap, and by the way, he was sitting in his underwear, and wrapping her legs around him, she slowly began to rub against his groin. Her dress pulled up and we got a very appetizing look: Olina’s wet, pink pussy was rolling on Misha’s panties where the movements had already begun. Noticing the progress, Olya jumped off Misha and, crouching down, pulled down his panties with her teeth, freeing his penis. After that, she returned to the previous position and began to slide her pink kitty over his penis, abundantly moistening the latter with her juices. When the second shouted that the task was completed, it seemed to me that not only Misha was standing, but everyone was.
It was Olina’s turn to twist and the bottle pointed at me. I cheated and, choosing a task, pulled out a prepared piece of paper: “if there is a former and real partner at the table, blindfolded, without hands, determine who is who to your liking.” The people screamed in ecstasy, Olya, being the former, was confused, Masha, being the real one, fidgeted, and I got ready for sweets.
The girls sat on the couch next to each other, and I sat blindfolded in the middle. The second guided me to the right place and my tongue touched the tender clitoris. For the first 30 seconds, I studied, lightly playing with my tongue, moving around the perimeter. To be honest, I identified Olya in 3 seconds, but it wasn’t in my plans to finish so quickly. After about a minute and a half, I changed my location and tried Masha with pleasure. Both pussies were clean-shaven and I enjoyed the process, periodically changing partners. When it came time to decide, I unmistakably identified the hu of the hu, and received my share of applause. When I took off the blindfold, I saw two overexcited girls, with burning eyes and rapid breathing.
Further events developed rapidly. A couple more rounds and the game reached the finish line. The climax was the last round. Everyone took part in it at once and it was held as follows. The girls got comfortable, and their young men began to caress them. Whoever lasts the longest becomes the winner, and if the contestant couldn’t stand it and asked her to fuck, then the next day she was penalized by the winner.
The girls settled down, and the guys got down to business. Olya was moaning on the table, legs spread, completely naked, and Misha was licking her pussy. She gave up in just a couple of minutes. While doing Masha, I heard the painfully familiar “fuck me, please, I can’t take it anymore.” Misha did not force himself to persuade, and after a second Olya began to shout, ”Yeah, yeah, fuck me, harder, fuck me, deeper, yeah, yeah.”
To this accompaniment, I started up and, at the moment, and pressing on the right points, I started Masha. She didn’t scream, but just pulled me towards her, and I threw her right leg over my neck and entered her wet pussy. Fucking Masha, I watched my ex-girlfriend being fucked hard by my friend a couple of meters away from me, while she screams and moans like she did under me. Katya gave up the third and Vadim beat her with cancer, and Anya, being the winner, got two cocks at her disposal at once.