within two minutes, she moaned and squirmed, both from my caresses and from my own lust.

It was then, according to a pre-planned scenario, Timur and Bashkurt joined us.

While I was kissing Lenka, one began to smooth her legs, another was playing with released breasts, and our drunken fool did not even realize that it was not her, Lech and Vitek, but foreign Turkish guys.

It got to her only when I recoiled to the side, and Bashkurt, who had pulled his pants down, in one motion introduced the dick into her wet hole.

Seeing the Turk on herself, the woman could not help it, because he was already joking with her with might and main, while his friend held her shoulders, and the body of our whore involuntarily responded to consent to intercourse, obediently moving in unison with the movements of the guy.

She herself threw up her widely divorced legs, clasping the Turk lying on her, and moaning loudly from sheer pleasure.

How fucked this mature bitch I had already seen enough, so I walked away and joined the main company of vacationers, where I began to actively flirt with a drunk nineteen year old girl named Vika.

Lech and Vitek courted her girlfriends, and for a while we completely forgot about Lenka.

We remembered about it, we only when it came time to leave back to the hotel, and everyone began to gather to load onto the boat that takes people to the yacht moored nearby.

Elena emerged from the dark, barefoot, with a dress knocked down by a limp rag at the waist, so tucked up that her shaved pubis and bare breasts were open in all its beauty, disheveled, with some completely empty look.

She walked about like a zombie, and when she came out into the light, they rushed to my eyes, first a string of saliva stretching from the corner of her lips to the delicate neck, and then thick thighs, richly covered with dried white substance, in which I easily recognized male sperm and her own discharge.

Someone from the rest silently opened his mouth, someone whistled, and personally to me at this moment it became a bit disgusting how quickly the mature, beautiful queen turned into a miserable, dirty animal.

Lena was overtaken by Timur and Bashkourt, carrying her sandals, and hastily covering her nakedness with a blanket, helped to climb the boat, and soon the yacht, having gathered all the rest, finally departed to the hotel.

Apparently, my friends were not comfortable with the “new Helena”, because on the way back, they, like me, were sitting with the girls, distancing themselves from our slut.

However, Bashkourt and Timur almost immediately took her away, supporting her by hands, into one of the cabins on the lower deck, and I was able to switch my drunken consciousness to sitting next to me, Vika.

When the yacht approached the hotel pier, and the guests began to leave it, Timur called me.

When he asked me, Vitka and Lech to descend into the lower cabin with a conspiratorial air, his Turkish face shone like a copper basin.

- Well, you guys are successful, we are such a Russian "Natasha", have never met!

We went to the cabin where we saw our Lena again.

Now the dress was not at all.

The woman stood on all fours right on the floor, putting her weighty ass in our direction, absolutely not moving, like some kind of porn statue.

“We want her and Bascourt in the ass ... But they decided to give you permission to ask.” You can, eh?

There was a feeling that it was not about a man, but about an obedient sheep, and this was maximally intensified by the fact that Elena still stood with cancer, with her head down, not turning to us, and not reacting in any way to the words of the Turk.

I walked over to her, and feeling how my dick flinched, ran my hand over her ass, as if wanting to make sure that this cancer-free, silent woman was alive.

- Only after us!

- Of course, guys, as you say. Do you need?

Timur handed me a jar of some kind of Turkish Vaseline.

It was as if in a dream, without thinking about anything, I took a tube, and plentifully smeared the neat little ring of Elena's anus.

Her ass was warm, slightly damp with sweat, and she reacted to my touch with a slight trembling of her buttocks, although the woman herself did not move.

I poked a member in her ass, pressed, and my head slowly crawled inside, overcoming muscle resistance.

Only then the woman came to life, giving a deep sigh, breathing like a dog after a long run, straining with her whole body, moved her fifth point, and after increasing the pressure, she let my cock in all its depth.

I started moving, feeling the narrowness of her hole, but I moved, thanks to the lubricant, quite easily, methodically accelerating the pace.

Lenka suddenly somehow screamed like a woman so that I was frightened, but when she saw her right hand go down, and feeling for the clitoris, she grabbed it and continued its ram.

Under her howl, I lowered straight into the anus, pulled out a member, and without a word, came out of the cabin to the air.

He lit a cigarette and heard the female cries in the cabin renewing again.

I got off the boat and sat down on a rock.

Twenty minutes later I was found by Lech, asked for a smoke, sat down next to me.

We were silent.

Soon Vitek approached us.

- Are you also her in the ass?

- Yeah ... Fuck, she screamed as if it is cut ...

- But the pussy also touched her ... And did not resist ... So?

- So she liked ... We did not rape her ...

- wait?

- Oh, fuck her ... Let the Turks fight now, I’m somehow a bit zapadlo ...

- Exactly ...

We moved to the room.

The next day, we did not see her, or Timur, with Bashkurt ...

However, we were not looking for any of them ...

After eating, having bathed, having handed over the room, already at one o'clock we left the hotel to the airport ...

Rest is over ...

p. s. Often, having received and fed up with dirty, animal sex, men experience temporary rejection, but only until the moment when the hormone starts boiling again, and then this vicious, but captivating action begins to lack insanely ...

That is why this story did not end with a holiday romance, but had its continuation in the future ...