This was our first joint sea vacation. After a week of lying on the sand and rough sex in a hotel, we at some point looked away from each other and suddenly found that life was in full swing around us. Past now and then defile slender, pumped-up men and tanned mermaids in scanty bikinis. Both those and others - with the explicit purpose to show themselves. And we are worse? True, we are well over forty, but both are in good shape and look much younger than their years. I still have the remains of the former sports form, but baldness and abdomen do not appear in a hurry to appear.

Olya is a slim miniature brunette with chiseled legs, thin waist and without a single fold on the skin. But her lips are especially good - full and sensual. Looking at them, I want to unbutton my pants and offer her exquisite French treats. And I must say, she loved and knew how to feast on him. When she stood in front of me on her knees, looking into my eyes with a kind of special, “fucking” look and caressing my friend's tongue, and then wrapped her at the very base, I caught my breath, and I barely had time to rescue my friend to freedom, so that Apply to her face a vivifying cream. Maybe it is thanks to the frequent use of such masks, Olin skin has so far been youthful smooth and delicate.

So, almost half of the holiday was over when we finally broke away from each other and looked around. I must say, neither I nor Olya suffered from painful jealousy. I was flattered that the representatives of the male of a very wide age range made it stand: from twenty to sixty and above. Approximately the same reasoning and she. What is wrong if I look after a slender girl? So, I have not forgotten how to appreciate female beauty. And if she flirts with me a little? So what, I'm still in good shape. From the very beginning we agreed not to inform each other about possible treason. I had a couple of light and colorless novels on business trips, but how can you compare this random fuck with what was waiting for me at home. Did Oli have any novels? I do not know. If there were, then she carried out the agreement. We did not like to talk on these topics. Why wake famously while it is quiet. That's how they lived. Until we went on this vacation.

From someone we heard that there is a wild beach near our hotel. It is carved with rocks and huge boulders - an ideal place for solitude and covering the body with an even tan, without stripes from a swimsuit. And at the same time - and to demonstrate their charms and virtues.

We came there after lunch. Olya, as she immediately picked up under the interested eyes of two pumped up guys, distracted when she approached from slender girlfriends in minimal bikinis. Passing along the narrow rocky shore, we rounded the rock, found a small sandy lagoon, and spread a rug. Before removing the remnants of clothes, Olya with some concern (or maybe it was a different feeling?) Looked around. But there was nobody nearby. And are we relieved (or disappointed?) Stretched out on the sand. After a while, I even fell asleep. I do not know what woke me up, but the picture I saw at once drove the remnants of sleep away. Olya, as she was, completely naked, stood at the shore in the company of two naked guys, too. Those most pumped up. With one she enthusiastically kissed, hugging him by the neck, and the other pressed against her from behind, fingering her nipples and fingering with not a small member on her ass. What I saw struck me, but I was even more struck by my own reaction.

Instead of piling with curses and fists on Olya and her seducers, I stood rooted to the spot with my heart pounding. And if only I stood! My friend also treacherously rushed up. In a word, I experienced an extreme degree of arousal, almost the same as in childhood, when I discovered onanism. And as then, the hand reached for a friend to share with him emotions.And just at that moment Olya made the same movement. Only in relation to one of his unexpected partners. Her hands went from top to bottom on the guy's back and stopped at his pumped-up ass. And then one of them gently grabbed the swollen trunk and began to slide up and down. And the guy ran his fingers into her hair and pulled over, bringing Olin closer to his penis. His mouth obediently opened, and sensual lips, as if for this purpose and created, a little ring closed on the thick member of a completely unknown man! The second did not waste time and tried to enter Olya from behind, but because of the difference in height, he would have to stand on half-bent. Therefore, he simply grabbed his unexpected partner around the waist, easily lifted off the ground, and, just so, on the weight, planted on his trunk.

That's how my beloved girlfriend in front of me changed immediately with two men. As it turned out, she decided to plunge and, coming out of the sea, found that two young athletes stood and admired her on the shore. The first, natural, reaction was to breathe and shamefully sit down, hiding behind his hands. But immediately realizing the stupidity of such behavior (no one pulled onto the “wild” beach) and gathered all her will into a fist, she headed towards the shore past the guys, proudly straightening her shoulders and showing all her charms. But the guys silently blocked her way and took their naked muscular bodies into a tight ring. They didn’t even look at me. Olya too. Her wild desire, which had no strength to resist, overwhelmed her. That's how it turned out. And only when I approached this picturesque group almost closely, without letting go of my penis, did Olya meet me with her eyes. In her eyes I read at first a fright, then a plea, then a gratitude. And to top it off - I saw the same fucking light that turned me on like this during her blowjob.

The action was rapidly approaching the final, but suddenly, behind our back, there was an indignant cry: "Oh, you bitch!" A red-haired girl with a figure that betrayed her long-time friendship with the gym jumped up to us and grabbed Ole in her hair, tearing her head off the male member, which she enthusiastically sucked, and slapped her ringing slap. And the guy who tried to resist, got an accurate and very painful kick in the groin, from which he fell like a man on the sand. The second guy, not to share the fate of his comrade (and his girlfriend, equally tanned and athletic, just a blonde, was already there) instantly pulled out a member from Oli and jumped aside, showing with his appearance that he was here quite by accident and not has nothing to do with what is happening. The girl still a little tugged on crying Olya on the sand, giving her kicks and slaps, then, like her friend recently, pulled her face to her groin. “Lick, bitch,” she snarled, pushing the narrow string of strings to the side. In a daze, I stood and watched as my beloved, adult and accomplished woman, at five minutes old grandmother, meekly licking the clitoris of a young, shameless girl.

Out of stupor, I was led out by a sharp cry: “And what are you standing for, you also want to get the balls?”. I did not immediately realize that they were addressing me. The second girl was standing nearby and, as well as her friend pushed aside the thong. The guys kept neutral. "Lick, goat, otherwise we will scratch your little face with your face." I had to carry out the order. When both girls got moral and physical satisfaction, by the way, to say, well-deserved, the redhead looked back at the guys and graciously resolved: "And now you." And Ole: “help them, otherwise they will not come to themselves”. Olya approached them, dutifully knelt down and began to caress the limp members with her hands and tongue in turn. Youth quickly took its toll. “What are you going to look like your woman fuck? Join us And what was left for me? And then immediately from three trunks aimed at my Olenka, volleys burst out. And she kneels on the sand, sprinkled from head to foot with the best cosmetic that nature has invented.

The girls, finally weighing Ole by generous slaping, withdrew with a look of desecrated dignity. Behind them, with the look of naughty cats, their boys lied along. Olga still silently sat in the sand for several minutes, recovering herself. Then she got up and slowly walked to the water, wanting to wash off this nightmare. When she reached the shore, she automatically cast a glance in the direction of our things and suddenly screamed in fright. Looking back, I saw that four homeless people were standing next to our rug, grinning. Ordinary homeless people looking for the remaining beer in bottles and cans left on the beach. Unshaven and dirty. View and posture left no doubt about their intentions. Voluptuous smiles disgraced their toothless mouths. Hands wandered around the spines. It is unlikely that they would have climbed to the input, but instead of spitting on things, to escape by swimming, I went to meet them, trying to gain time and talk their teeth. But they, looking past me, moved towards Ole. She screamed. I got in their way, punched one in the jaw, but with a retaliatory strike was sent to the knockout. When I came to my senses, two homeless people were hanging on me, twisting my arms, and the other two were dragging Olya by the arms by the legs away from the water — onto soft sand.

The one who held her ankles, spread her legs, and instantly pulled off his torn pants, leaned on her. The second held her hands and at the same time clamped her mouth. Olga struggled and screamed, but could not do anything. Probably they have not received such a gift of fate for a long time, so the first homeless began to quickly end, howling voluptuously. Right in Olya. Olya seized the moment when they changed places, pulled out and ran away, but one of the homeless, younger and not quite drunk, quickly caught up with her and substituted a bandwagon. Olya crashed into the sand. And now her, still recently beautiful, sleek and unapproachable, and now - completely naked, covered with sand mixed with sperm, dirty freaks are dragged by her hair. And I can not do anything. Or do not want?

I suddenly realized with horror that this scene also excited me wildly. Even stronger than the previous one. And the homeless saw it! I did not have time to get dressed, either. Therefore, they quietly let me go and crowded around Oli, hurrying to get their share. Everyone had their own tastes. One, probably, has long dreamed of giving a woman a mouth, the other - in the ass. We sometimes practiced the latter method, but Ole did not like him very much. Now she was wagging her ass with all her might, trying to dodge the member who was catching up with her, but what could she do against the four men? One grabbed her hair and put it on all fours, the other held her legs, the third parted her buttocks. The fourth shoved his ass in Oline rather big and, obviously, a long time unwashed member. And after a while, it suddenly seemed to me that the stifled cry of pain was gradually turning into a moan of passion.

Having exhausted their strength and fantasies, the homeless people left, taking all our belongings. Olya was lying on the sand for a few more minutes. It was getting dark when we got home. How we got to the hotel naked, without a car, the keys of which were left for the homeless, this is another story.