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My Russian Valentine

By: geronimo_appleby



A Valentine's contest entry from me, not that I expect much from this piece, but contest entries get put up quicker than regular submissions. This one started after I had the good fortune to be behind a hottie in a pink bikini as we walked along the beach the other week. It wasn't intentional, she just happened to be on a walk from one end of the beach to the other and I happened to be behind her. I got to thinking, and ...

Thus the embryonic scene was born. I started writing and it just got out of control. I added the blonde to the mix and then the nympho second sister came along.

Then it got messy.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the piece that I ended up with. It's a tad unbelievable, and I usually try to maintain an element of realism in the stuff I do, but I thought to hell with it and just filled my boots.

I appreciate feedback of the constructive kind. If you don't like a particular aspect of the scene then let me know. Also, if you particularly enjoyed the piece then I'd like to know that too.

There are likely to be typos and maybe errors in the text, if there are then please forgive me; I hope any fuck-ups don't detract too much from your enjoyment.

If you do send feedback, it can be by PM on Lit, Public Comment below, or email. If you want a reply or response then email is best -- but give me an address, I can't reply to anonymous.

OK, here it is.

GA -- Langkawi, Malaysia -- 20th of January 2013.

One -- The Bikini Princess

Four months had passed since I'd last seen her, my princess in her pink bikini. I'd missed her more than I'd have expected from a holiday romance -- if what we got up to could be called romance -- but the day had arrived at last, the day I'd see her again, all of her, lithe and naked and smiling. My cock swelled at the mere thought of the night that awaited me. It was February 14th, Valentine's day, and I was standing at the arrivals gate in the south terminal of London's Gatwick airport waiting for her to come through the doors.

Our meeting had been unconventional to say the least. I'd been on an extended trip around the world while Katia had been on a three week holiday with her family. I'd been sitting on a rocky outcrop between two beaches on an island in the Andaman Sea when I saw her and another woman -- who I'd discover was Katia's sister, one of them anyway -- approaching.

When they passed me the older one said something to the girl, who then glanced at me sitting there on the rocks. She giggled and muttered something to her older companion, something that made them both laugh. I shrugged to myself and watched their arses jiggle in their bikini briefs as they walked further along the beach, with my attention focussed on the younger one in bright pink.

It was another scorcher of a day, expected in this corner of South East Asia, and there were a fair number of sunbathers laid along the shore in varying hues from blue-white, lobster-red to mahogany-brown.

I sat on the rocks a few feet from the Andaman Sea, lulled by the rhythmic shush of the waves as they rolled onto the sands, breaking with effervescent regularity. I had little to do, an article to write, five thousand words, not too difficult, so I sat there and day-dreamed dirty thoughts about the two women in their bikinis.

As they receded into the middle distance towards the rocky, impassable outcropping at the far end of the beach, I wondered if I'd caught them on the return leg of their walk or if they'd pass by my position again. I looked forward in hope to the latter, especially since I wouldn't mind another look at the younger girl's backside in her pink bikini briefs. The older of the pair, a woman I'd estimated quickly to be in her early thirties was a cutie as well -- nice round boobs, quite big as they bulged in her bikini top, blonde hair pinned up so as not to spoil her suntan, slim and trim and tanned -- but it was the other one I had the hots for the most. I'd put her at about eighteen or nineteen, another blonde but with smaller tits, and hips that swayed with that oh-so-feminine roll as she walked away from me. There had been something in her eyes too, a hint of mischief that told me she was very probably a dirty bitch in bed.

Twenty minutes later, as a couple of jet-skis bounced past, their hulls slapping down onto the surface of the water, rooster tails of spray jetting from their rear ends, I saw the two women approaching.

"Morning, ladies," I said from my perch on the rocks.

They both stopped and the older one said something in a language I couldn't understand. Russian, I thought. The woman repeated her obla-bobla-kasputnik at me and walked on.

"Good morning," the younger one said in a heavy accent. She grinned at me from behind her sunglasses and gave a waggle of her fingers as she walked on after the older babe.

I saw them that evening as I passed by one of the myriad restaurants along the busy tourist strip. They were part of a group of seven. It looked like a family group to me: a couple who appeared to be in their sixties -- mother and father I deduced -- along with two men who bore a resemblance to the old man and had to be his sons. There were the two women I'd seen on the beach as well as another woman with long, dark hair and a facial expression that could curdle milk. In fact everybody looked a little glum as they sat there, with nobody speaking, nobody smiling.

The younger girl saw me and nudged the thirty-something blonde she'd been with on the beach. The girl waved and the blonde smiled shyly. The dark-haired woman caught the girl's wave, looked at me, and scowled.

Thank fuck she wasn't included in the morning stroll along the beach -- the sour-faced twat.

The next day, just on the off-chance, at the same time as previously, I was back on the rock wondering if the women would be making an appearance.

It wasn't very busy that day, the overcast sky keeping the beach bunnies close to their hotels and dorms in the hostels along the strip. One or two were out on their towels, die-hards who lay out on the sand if there was even a hint of a chance that the sun might make an appearance; but apart from the sprinkle of sunbathers I practically had the beach to myself.

It didn't look like my luck was in. Maybe they'd gone home, their holiday ended? Perhaps that was the reason for their long faces at the restaurant the previous night? Ah well, I decided. Never mind. It would have been nice to have clocked their lithe figures again, especially that girl's arse in her pink bikini.

I'd just decided to head along to one of the bars for a cold beer, it was just past eleven in the morning so I didn't count it as being too early for a cold one, but then I saw two figures in the distance. At first they were too far away to recognise, but I saw one was wearing a pink bikini and I began to hope.

As they drew closer I could see it was definitely them, the same pair as the previous day.

"Good morning, ladies," I said as they drew level, a shit-eating grin plastered stupidly to my grid.

They both stopped and the older one gave it the booble-vladivar talk again.

"Good morning," pink bikini replied.

The older one said something to the girl, cast me a look as though I'd just taken a shit right on the sand in front of her, and walked away.

I blinked and stared after the woman. "Something I said?" I asked the girl.

Pink bikini looked at me for a moment before glancing at the other woman. Her forehead creased as she returned her attention back to me. "I don't understand," she said slowly, as though English was a recent acquisition for her.

I pointed at the woman walking away from us. "She ... doesn't ... seem ... very ... happy," I responded slowly.

The girl tossed her head and I assumed she rolled her eyes, which I couldn't see because of her sunglasses. "She is not." The girl made a slicing motion with one forefinger over the other, rubbing them together several times. "She have fight with her husband. All the time they argue. Is nothing new." She gave a shrug as though the woman was always pissed off. The girl slipped the shades into her hair. She looked at me intently for several disconcerting seconds with pale blue eyes. "Where you from?" she asked.

"England," I replied.

"I am Russian." The girl eyed me, her head tilted. "Alone?" she asked. "Wife in hotel?"

"Alone," I confirmed. "No wife."

We both turned at the sound of the woman's voice coming to us from a couple of hundred metres away. The woman waved an arm.

"I should go," the girl said before she gave a confirmatory shout and a wave of her arm. Then, before she walked away she stared at me again with such intensity my cock thickened inside my shorts.

"Nice to see you," I said, lifting a hand in farewell.

"Yes," pink bikini replied as she moved off. She turned and caught me surveying her backside. She` grinned at me and waggled her fingers before she pulled the sunglasses over her eyes and walked away.

Of course I was still there on their return leg.

"Hello again, mister," the girl said as they approached.

She stopped, and I was pleasantly surprised to see the other one halt as well.

"Enjoy your walk?" I asked, keeping my speech clear and slow.

"Yes," the girl nodded.

"Does your friend feel better?"

The girl glanced at the other woman. She shrugged. "Yes, I think so." She hesitated a moment before continuing. "We talk about you as we walk." 

"Oh?" I responded, caught by surprise by the revelation. "Good things, I hope."

The girl laughed. I was having trouble keeping my eyes off her body and I took the opportunity to give her a quick scan as she spoke to her friend.

The older woman replied and then the girl turned to face me. She tucked a stray, blonde tendril behind one ear. "We think why you here alone? With no wife. You good-looking guy."

That really floored me. Just what the hell had these two been saying about me?

I shrugged. "Divorced."

The girl translated quickly, and then asked, "How come?"

I thought this was a little too personal a little too quick, but what the hell, the longer I spoke to her the longer I could check out two sexy ladies. The older woman relaxed a little, resting with one hip cocked with her arms folded under her breasts. Her crossed arms caused her boobs to swell over the bikini top in a most eye-catching way.

"My wife ... Uhm ... I travel a lot for work. I write articles for travel magazines, do some research for tour companies. My wife decided when I was away one time that she liked my friend better than me."

"She go away with your friend?"

"Yep," I nodded.

There was a brief, rapid exchange in Russian.

"This is her problem also. Her husband is my brother. He make the fuck with the wife of our other brother. You see her last night when we all eat. Remember?"

I remembered the sour-faced woman glaring at me the night before as I passed by and the girl had waved. So that was the cause of the long faces in the restaurant. I should imagine one brother sticking it to the other's wife might spoil a holiday -- unless it was a swingers' holiday perhaps, which I assumed wasn't the case here.

The frank and intimate revelation startled me. These Russians didn't seem to care who they told about their marital problems. And they'd all sat down to dinner together. Not like me, I'd been reeling for months after I discovered my wife's affair with one of my oldest friends; I didn't understand how they could actually sit down at the table together without the wronged brother taking a swing at his errant sibling.

"That must be awkward," I said.

The girl looked at me, obviously not understanding what I meant.

"He must be crazy," I added. "The lady is too beautiful to be treated that way."

The girl smiled and told the other one what I'd said. The older woman smiled shyly and looked down at the sand between her feet. 

She muttered something and the girl chuckled. "She says thank-you. That make her feel good. She feel like men don't like her anymore."

I felt a strange slide in the pit of my stomach as I pictured the woman naked. There was an odd, primal urge way down deep in some indefinable place -- not exactly my stomach and not entirely in my balls, a gnawing hunger for the older woman's body. It had been a long time since I'd slept with a woman, and this one's physical appeal had me yearning for a little comfort between her legs.

"I like her," I replied, my voice catching with desire.

It went oddly quiet between us then. The small waves broke on the beach with foamy regularity behind the two women while, between the three of us, I think we all sensed something that kept the words from our mouths.

The older woman spoke to the girl, probably seeing the expression on my face, curious as to what I'd said. She looked at me sharply when the girl interpreted. There was another pause and the older woman uncrossed her arms and scuffed sand with her toe. She glanced up at me, nudging the air with her chin as she spoke to the girl.

"She say your wife must be crazy too," the girl said.

"Thank you," I replied, then asked her: "What about you? Are you married?"

The girl guffawed and lifted the sunglasses from her eyes. "Are you crazy?" she responded, jabbering quickly to the other woman who also chuckled. "After seeing my brothers and my brother's wife ... No way. I not marry."

"Boyfriend?"

She nodded. "Of course." She gave a shrug that, to me, implied that a girl as hot as her always had a boyfriend. And of course she was right. "He back home. He not a good boyfriend. Too ... too ... He not fun. Always tell me what to do. Very mad if I talk to you like this."

"Ah, he's jealous."

I explained as best I could what I meant by jealous. The girl nodded vigorously. "Exactly," she grinned. "Not good. Make me scared when he go like that." She pulled a face to mimic her jealous boyfriend's anger.

"I can understand why he might feel that way," I responded. I couldn't help but glance at her tight breasts and the distinctive bulge of her mons in her bikini briefs. My voice caught on the thorn of lust again when I added, "You're a very pretty girl. Very attractive. If you were my girlfriend ..."

She stared at me intently. "Which of us is best?" she asked, indicating her sister with a pointed forefinger before pointing to herself. "Which is more sexy?"

The older woman said something then, probably wondering what all the talk and pointing was about. She'd most likely heard the catch in my voice too.

"I can't say," I replied. "You're just so hot," I nodded towards the girl, "but she's beautiful too."

"You like her big ..." The girl mimed large breasts with her hands.

The older woman said something quickly. What the fuck are you saying? I thought would be most likely. She looked at the girl quizzically after giving me a questioning glance.

"Well, yes," I replied to the girl's question. "But I liked looking at you when you walked away yesterday. Like today when you first went past. Your bottom. I liked seeing it."

The girl craned her neck and swivelled her torso as she looked down at her rear end. "This my bottom? You like it?"

The other woman began to babble away then. I got the distinct impression she wanted to leave. The girl replied in a harsh tone, gesturing towards me with her hands and jutting out her chin. I had no idea what the exchange was about, but I'd probably gone a bit too far, a little reckless with the lust suffusing in my nether regions.

"She ask what we talk about," the girl explained eventually. The older woman said something else and then walked off as the girl, with her eyes staying fixed on my face, called out a curt response to the woman's retreating figure. 

I nearly fell off the rock I was sat on when the girl suddenly blurted: "You like to make fuck with me?"

I blinked rapidly several times. My mouth fell open. Had I just heard that?

"What?" I said, flustered.

"You like to make fuck with me?" And just to clarify, the girl calmly stretched the front of her bikini briefs down.

"Fucking hell," I breathed when I saw her vulva, plump and smooth nestled within.

The girl held the bikini bottoms away from her body for several long seconds. "You like me?" she asked after letting the bikini bottoms snap back into place.

I nodded, my eyes going to her face. "Very much," I croaked.

"I want to do the fucking. I am very ... hot." She cupped a hand between her legs to indicate just where she was feeling the heat.

My cock was rock hard for her. "Where?" I asked, my voice still hoarse. "Where do you want to go?" I was thinking back to my hotel room, but I might have a problem getting a young hottie in a pink bikini past the reception desk. She was kind of distinctive -- eye-catchingly so.

"Here," she replied.

I followed the girl around the rocks. We found a sheltered area between two huge stones. It was risky, but someone would have to walk right up to the gap at the back of the rocks to discover us. And I'd been sat there for over forty minutes without anyone passing by -- except for the two women that is. Besides, as much of a risk as it was, I was so fucking horny for the taut, nubile young woman that I would've fucked her out on the main road through the busy tourist strip in high season.

The girl walked into the small arena casually. She stopped in the centre and turned to face me. She slid her bikini bottoms down her legs and stood with her hands on her hips, totally uninhibited by her hear nakedness. The girl had every right to be proud of her physical appearance, she was fucking lovely.

"Fucking hell," I hissed with my eyes on stalks.

"You like me?" the girl grinned.

I went to her quickly, grabbing hold of her waist to pull her towards me. She gave a cry of laughter which I abruptly curtailed by kissing her mouth hungrily.

The girl moaned into my open mouth as her tongue slid around mine. My hands found her body, sliding over the skin of her back, down to her buttocks where my fingers kneaded pliant, youthful flesh.

She reached into my shorts, gasping when she felt me so ready for her.

I lay my shorts and tee-shirt out on the sand for her to lie on. The girl got down and immediately folded her legs at the knees and spread her thighs. She pointed her toes like a ballerina as she grinned up at me, lying on her back, resting on her elbows. 

"I am so hot here," she said, leaning to one side slightly as she brought a hand to the petals of her sex to splay the lips and expose her scarlet core.

"You're beautiful," I groaned, unable to resist cranking at my dick while I stared down at the girl exhibiting herself.

"You want me to suck?" she offered, pointing to my jutting erection.

"I'll probably just come all over you a soon as you touch it," I replied.

She laughed and opened her legs further. "You kiss me." She dabbed a finger at her opening. "Here. You kiss me here." Her finger slid over the tight nub of her clitoris. "And here," she added.

The girl moaned when I lapped at her clit. She muttered something in Russian while I probed at her opening -- she could have been reciting a shopping list for all I knew, but to hear the girl babbling away like that just sounded so sexy.

"Is nice," she sighed.

I moved away from between the girl's legs. I wanted to see her tits and suck on them; I wanted to kiss her and finger her until I had her gasping and writhing.

She sat up and slipped the bootlace straps of her bikini top over her shoulders. Leaving the thing fastened she just pushed it over her narrow brisket to reveal her apple-sized breasts. Kneeling in the sand I leaned down and sucked at one upturned nipple, swirling my tongue over the swelling before doing the same to the other. I kissed the girl's mouth, my fingers between her legs exploring the slippery folds of her labia before I slid a forefinger inside her.


My Russian Valentine



The girl gasped and clutched my shoulders when I found her tight core. "Kiss me more," she sighed, eyes closed, her face twisted with pleasure.

She mewled and wriggled against my hand while I played with her, one of her fists curling around the length of me as the kiss rolled on and on.

We worked at each other, my fingers busy on her clit while she fisted my cock.

With one hand between the girl's legs I stroked her skin with the other. My fingers massaged the spongy softness of her buttocks before my palm glided over the skin of her back, feeling the muscle and bone of her shoulders before slipping down to cup each breast. I sucked at her teats again, my hand tracing patterns across her smooth thighs before my mouth joined to hers and our tongues slid and writhed together.

It happened before I could warn her. The girl's fingers held me tight while her hand jerked at me. I felt the surge begin, inexorable and irreversible. I had time to grunt and then the first squirt spurted out of me. The girl gave a sharp cry and kept on yanking at me. She babbled something, her face delighted as she watched the stuff flick from the eye of my cock and spray down onto my clothes, the sand, and her arm.

"Fuck ..." I groaned. "Jesus ..."

The girl laughed and as calm as you like slid down onto her elbows and knees and lifted my cock to her mouth.

She sucked at me, her fingers working at the root of my dick. To my delight I was able to stay hard.

"You come," the girl said, which I thought a little unnecessary since I'd sprayed jizm all over the place. "It was much. You make much of it." She slowly stroked my cock. "And you like me much also. You keep hard for me. You like me, eh?"

"I like you a lot," I growled, encircling her narrow waist with one arm. I pulled her to me and kissed her mouth again. I was hungry for this girl in every way. I wanted to be inside her, her mouth and her tight pussy.

She lay back, heedless to the sand and spunk all over my clothes. She opened her legs and splayed her labia with her fingers. "I am here," she said, pale-blue eyes shining.

I went to her and licked her again. The girl hissed and clawed at my scalp and shoulders.

"Make a fuck with me," she groaned. "Put him inside me."

I knelt between her legs and eased forward. I held myself over her body on straight arms while she reached down between us and took hold of me. She wriggled her arse a little and then brought the head of my cock to her opening.

We both moaned on that first long, easy slide.

"You're beautiful," I sighed, looking into the girl's face as she stared up at me.

"You fill me," she replied on a whispering breath.

We began to move, slowly at first, both of us feeling the other, testing each other as we made love under the high noonday sun.

As I slid in and out I studied the girl, watching her face and seeing her expression change as her pleasure heightened. I looked at her tanned shoulders and little tits barely moving as we loved each other. I saw her bikini top still strapped around the rack of her ribs and looked down to her flat stomach, the muscles tensed with effort of fucking. Her pussy stretched around my girth, her insides clenching like a tiny fist while her body oiled and lubricated the piston of my penis moving inside her.

"You're so hot," I moaned. "You're so lovely."

"Move faster," the girl mumbled, her eyes glazing. She rubbed at herself with quick fingers as I began to fuck into her harder and faster and deeper.

The girl began to grunt, her hips jerking as she thrust up to meet my increasingly urgent downstrokes. She muttered in Russian, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she held me with her legs at my waist. I was glad I'd already dumped one load, because there was no way I could have kept up that tempo without squirting the girl full of spunk. The look on her face, her lithe, athletic body, the clamping of her cunt and the noises she made would have made me come if I hadn't already unloaded in her fist.

I could see the cords in the girl's neck standing out like knife edges as she worked towards her climax. Her teeth were bared in a silent snarl, her eyes tightly closed as she hissed and jerked and fucked up towards me.

The girl gasped several times, drawing in huge breaths until she gave out a cry of release and her body began to convulse. She squealed and brought her knees almost up to her tits as she rubbed her clit furiously, coming like a steam train, all panting and wheezing.

Something flickered in the corner of my eye as the girl writhed and juddered beneath me. When I instinctively turned my head I saw the older woman standing at the rocky entrance to the tiny clearing, her hand resting on one pillar of stone while her mouth hung open.

"Piz da," I thought the girl said when she too spotted her sister.

The older woman stepped towards us as I rolled off the girl. I saw the girl's pussy gape lewdly, and regardless of the other woman's sudden appearance I experienced a renewed burst of desire for my lovely young lover.

The woman began to shout and gesticulate wildly. She pointed at the girl and then pointed at me, indicating the scene around her with what I took to be anger.

The girl yelled back, pulling her bikini bra over her tits while she looked around for her discarded briefs.

The argument continued for half a minute or more, with flailing arms and much to-and-fro in angry Russian.

"She call me names," The girl explained while the older woman glared at her. "She tell me I do bad things. That it wrong to do this with you here."

"Are you leaving?" I asked as a sharp stab of disappointment pierced my chest.

"I must," the girl replied. She tossed her head towards her glowering sister. "She will go back to hotel and make much noise. My mother and father do not need more trouble."

"Will I see you again?" I asked, surprised at the desperation in my voice.

The girl shrugged and picked up her sunglasses from where they'd fallen in the sand during the early stages of our coupling.

"Shit," I spat vehemently when I watched her backside jiggling in her bikini briefs as she walked through the gap in the rocks.

The older woman lingered for a couple of seconds, staring at me through the lenses of her shades. Then she too walked between the rocks and back towards the beach.

Two -- The Sister-in-Law

As it went I saw my pink bikini princess that evening. It wasn't as though I went out hoping to catch a glimpse of her -- not much it wasn't, and I hoped I could at least see the girl, maybe even snatch a brief conversation if the god's were smiling at me. What happened was somewhere between the two.

I saw them coming down the path towards me in single file, one behind the other with the old man leading. They passed me by, the elders first, unsmiling, followed by the brothers grim -- lugubrious, almost Churchillian, and I wondered at how the dour mother and father, after producing such cheerless sons could go on the raise such a svelte and beautiful daughter. The older woman on the beach came next; she even managed to smile which caught me by surprise. As she passed I wondered at how whichever of the two squat-bodied men the blonde was married to, attracted a gorgeous woman like her. In penultimate place was the adulterous sister, still sour-faced but I noticed that she had a tidy figure as she went by in her floaty summer dress. The bikini girl came last, and when she saw me she grinned and winked. 

Pausing, she glanced at her clan snaking their way through the tourist crowd. She touched my arm. "Same tomorrow. The big stone on the beach. Same time."

And then she was gone, moving off before anyone turned and found her talking to me.

I felt an arterial burst of excitement at the prospect of what the next day would bring. I was going to see her again! Looking after her as she disappeared into the crowd I saw her heart-shaped derrière packed invitingly into a pair of faded denim cut-offs.

Somehow I resisted the urge to follow her, to grab her hand and swing her around and kiss her mouth. I wanted to put my hands all over her lithe body, to feel her tight tits and watch her face as she rode my cock. In my head I saw her on all fours, her rump upthrust in invitation, her pussy all swollen and wet with desire as she stared back at me over one shoulder and told me in her heavy accent to fuck her from behind.

What a sight that would be. That peach of an arse aimed at me while I held her narrow waist and fucked into her slippery cunt.

I drank several beers in a bar overlooking the street but I didn't see her again that night. Later on, back in my room I jerked my cock and fantasised about the beautiful girl in the pink bikini as we fucked in a variety of positions. I wanted to hear her voice as she urged me on in her own language. I imagined the squelching sounds of our coupling as her pussy siped juice over my cock.

"Fuck," I grunted as my release spurted out of me. "I'm going to ride your Russian arse off."

It didn't quite go the way I imagined the next day.

I saw her walking along the beach, the bright flash of her signature pink. I noticed straight away that someone was with her, and I was surprised to see her usual companion by the girl's side when they approached, smiling.

"We have been speaking together," she informed me with a nod towards the older woman. I glanced at the sister and saw her smiling nervously at me. She seemed skittish, like she didn't really want to be there but also didn't want to leave. "I have something to ask you," the girl added. "We must go to our place to talk."

The older woman smiled shyly as the pink princess set off behind the rocks. She twisted the strap of the small camera she carried uncertainly before following behind me in the girl's wake.

"We are going to make my brother crazy," the girl said as we all stood in the area behind the rocks. "You must make a fuck with her," she pointed at her sister, "and I will make the photograph."

"What?" I gasped, flabbergasted by the notion. "You want to take pictures of me with ... with ..." I flapped a hand at the older woman, "... her?" I finished.

"Yes," the girl replied, as though this was an everyday, run-of-the mill suggestion. "She show my brother when they go home. She tell him never to make a fuck with any woman again or she will make a fuck with some guy."

"That's fucking insane!" I blurted, but I was already growing stiff at the prospect of banging the voluptuous Russian. I looked across at the blonde. "She doesn't seem to be too keen anyway," I added, a little disappointed despite my shock the older woman might get cold feet.

The girl shook her head. "She is nerves. She shakes but she is really happy for you to make a fuck with her. She say she look at us yesterday and she get all hot." The girl muttered something in Russian to her friend. "She tell me she go to her hotel room and make with her fingers ..." My bikini princess mimicked a brisk rubbing motion between her legs. "She say she think about what she see. She tell me she like to watch you and me making our fucking. She say she want to come to us and do it also."

I swallowed heavily as I took all that in. I could just see the woman on her bed, fucking herself with stiff fingers as she mauled her big tits, her face all twisted when she came.

Before I even realised what I was doing I'd pulled my shorts down to mid thigh and exposed the tumescent length of my cock. I took hold of myself in one hand and beckoned to the blonde with the other.

"Come here," I said, indicating with a sweep of my arm that she should come nearer. "Come on. Come and touch this."

The girl spoke in Russian and held out her hand. The woman glanced at the girl, then at me, and then at the camera. She seemed to hesitate, but then shrugged and gave the camera to the girl.

The woman walked slowly towards me, speaking in Russian as she came.

"She say she is very worry about this. It make her heart go boom-boom-boom."

"Me too," I said, and the girl laughed. She spoke to the woman who laughed as well.

"She tell me you have nice cock. Big, to make her feel good."

"Tell her to take off her bikini," I said quietly, my eyes fixed on the woman's face.

The girl spoke and the woman paused. She looked at me for a few long moments and then reached for the string at the nape of her neck. She pulled the cord and her bikini top fell away to expose her heavy, round breasts. She then, with a quick movement, slid her bikini briefs down her legs. As she stepped out of the bottoms she spoke to the girl.

"You must also remove the clothes," the girl said.

When I stood naked in front of both women the girl gave the woman some instructions in their own language. The woman glanced at her but then, after fixing her attention on me, walked closer to where I stood. She touched my cock and the girl took the first picture. Next, we kissed as the bikini princess moved around and took shot after shot.

The blonde, of her own volition dropped to her knees and reached for my dick. She then posed for a series of photos that featured her holding my hard-on in one hand, her pink, glistening tongue just touching the tip of my penis, and finally a couple of images of her with her lips wrapped around my knob-end.

Everything was staged at first. Me with one of her nipples in my mouth, both hands cupping the heavy jugs before the woman lay down and the girl told me to lick her pussy.

"She is beautiful between her legs, eh?" the girl said. "Nice hair. Short and neat."

"Fucking gorgeous," I sighed, eyeing the woman's geometrically perfect strip of razored pubic hair.

For the first of the penetration shots I lay on my back as the blonde straddled me. She positioned herself so her back was to me, her legs wide while the girl took pictures of her cunt accommodating my length.

The woman muttered something to the girl before she lifted herself off my cock and repositioned herself facing me. She leaned low over me, her big breasts dangling and swaying.

"She say you not to do the stuff inside her. She ask that you make a little fuck. She hot and want to feel good, but you not to do that stuff inside her. We want the best picture of you putting that stuff on her face. She want to make my brother feel so bad when he see that photograph."

"Come here then," I growled and reached for a fistful of blonde hair. The woman gasped as my grabbing fingers caused the clasp to fall out of her hair, the blonde tresses coming loose to cascade over her shoulders. I fucked up into her as we kissed, forcing my cock up with short, urgent jabs. The woman groaned and pulled away from me, arching her back to thrust her tits at the blue sky above.

She gave a sharp cry of fright when a tourist dangling from a harness beneath a parasailing canopy floated past above us, the rope attached to a droning speedboat out on the water. But I pulled her face back down and kissed her again, my hands reaching for her buttocks. I held her arse cheeks with both hands, parting the fleshy globes and jerking hard up into her as I forced her pussy down onto my cock. The woman gasped and forgot all about the airborne voyeur.

When I looked at the girl I saw her with a hand wedged inside her bikini briefs, her fingers mushing into her vulva.

The girl saw me looking and rolled her eyes. "That is so good," she sighed. I never watch people making a fuck before. It makes me very hot." She took a picture. "I want to do that again also. I want to make a fuck with you."

"Anytime, you gorgeous bitch," I snarled. "You're so fucking hot ..."

The woman riding my dick muttered in Russian. She leaned over me, her hands in the sand as she supported her weight on straight arms and pumped her hips up and down. I reached for her swinging tits, kneading and massaging their spongy firmness with both hands.

"I meet you tonight," the girl said, eyes wide as she fingered her pussy and watched her sister ride my cock. "We do this together. We make a long fuck all night."

I heaved the blonde woman off my body and rolled her onto her back. She gasped and moaned when I began to lick her cunt, my tongue swirling around her clit.

The woman came, grunting and sighing, her hands clawing at the sand before I entered her again, lifting her long legs by hooking my arms under her knees.

"This is what I'm going to do to you tonight," I grunted to the girl. "I'm going to batter your tight little cunt."

My body slap-slapped against the woman's upturned pubis as I fired into her. She moaned and sighed and clawed at my back, her hips jerking against the sand as she tried urgently to take more of my length into her body. She climaxed again, her fingers busy on her clit, and I knew my own surge was imminent.

"You want me to spunk on her face?" I asked the girl.

"What?" my bikini princess replied, her own eyes glazing as she sailed close to her own orgasm. "What you say?"

"I'm going to make the stuff," I responded. "You wanted me to do it on her face."

"Yes!" the girl cried, grabbing the camera from where it nestled inside one cup of the older woman's bikini top. "Not to do inside her. Make it on her face. Make a lot of that stuff."

The girl spoke to the woman sighing and grunting beneath me.

I heard the woman's incomprehensible reply as I eased out of her and began to crank at my cock with my hand.

"Come here, darling," I growled, pushing my knob-end towards the woman's pretty face. "Get ready. Make sure the camera's ready," I hissed.

The girl cried out in delights as the gloop pumped out of me. She took picture after picture as semen rained down onto her sister's cheeks, forehead and extended tongue. The blonde herself muttered in Russian while shimmering ropes of spunk clung in her hair and garlanded her throat, even more jizm sliding over the curvy upper slopes of the blonde's tits to slither in a viscous ooze across her skin.

The woman rolled the stuff around on her tongue and laughed as the gloop slid out of her mouth and over her chin.

The bikini princess took several lewd pictures of the woman's face as long strands of saliva and spunk hung trembling from her jaw, the febrile suspension breaking so the stiff spattered down onto the sand by the woman's knees.

I pulled my cock and stared when the girl knelt and leaned in to her sister and kissed the woman's creamy mouth. I was ready for more and wanted to take my bikini girl as she knelt on all fours, but as it happened the older woman was just getting revved up and presented her upturned arse to me instead.

"She say that make her so hot," the girl informed me after the woman jabbered at her quickly. "She ask you make a fuck. Hard and very quick. Make her feel good with that cock."

I slammed into the woman, her hips jiggling under the rapid onslaught. As I fucked into the woman's squelching cunt, the girl pressed her tight body against mine and we kissed. I held the girl close and licked her tongue while her sister moaned and groaned and smeared spunk over her own tits with the palm of one hand.

"We make a good fuck tonight," the girl murmured into my mouth as my arm encircled her tight, narrow waist. I felt her writhe like a snake in my arms as she wriggled and squirmed. I massaged the taut globe of one buttock, my cock like a piston, pounding into the other woman as I got closer to my second climax.

Finally I grunted and leaned low over the woman's back, cursing and panting as I felt the hot stuff ooze out of me.

They left me there struggling to breathe after the blonde quickly pulled on her bikini ad rearranged her messed up hair. When I left the sanctuary of the rock enclave, I saw the woman in the sea washing my semen from her chest and face.




My Russian Valentine



"Where will I meet you?" I asked my bikini girl.

She told me the name of her hotel, a room number and gave me a time.

"Do not be late," she said seriously, and then ran off, giggling.

The older woman smiled at me. She came over and kissed my mouth. I returned the salty kiss before, with some words in Russian, the woman smiled again and turned to leave.

I watched them both walk away and wondered at how I could get so lucky.

I didn't know it then but there were more surprises in store from my pink princess.

Three -- The second Sister-in-Law

Feeling more conspicuous than a bulldog's bollocks I tried to appear casual as I strolled into the hotel foyer. The old Russian couple must have some money because their hotel was a good three stars or more above my accommodation.

As I wandered past the reception desk I expected to be ordered to halt at any second. My spine tingled like I was on a battlefield rumoured to be under the watch of snipers, and I expected one or maybe both of the pink bikini girl's brothers to appear, all grim-faced as they took me off to some dungeon to torture me before dumping my carcass over the side of some fishing boat in the Andaman Sea.

Nothing happened of course and I soon found my way to the girl's room.

I hesitated outside her door, my fist raised to knock. What if I'd misheard or she'd given me the wrong room number, what with her English being so stilted would be an easy mistake to make.

She answered my tentative knock, however when I stepped into the plush room I experienced a sudden flash of shock.

The sister was there, the dour-faced one, the one who'd shagged bikini girl's other brother.

The woman looked at me from where she sat in one of two comfortable armchairs. She held a heavy tumbler that seemed to be filled with ice and some clear liquid -- most likely vodka, I assumed.

The bikini girl, dressed in a short denim skirt and sleeveless vest in a blue that matched her pale eyes, welcomed me with a smile and kiss on the cheek.

"Do not worry about her," she said, jutting her chin towards her truculent sister. "She came to drink. My brother's are forgetting their fight and are drinking in her room. So she come to here."

"Where's the other lady?" I asked.

"She will not stay here when this one is here also." The girl indicated the other woman with her hand.

"Understandable," I responded, nodding.

"She is probably in her room with the television. Drink?" the girl asked.

Apparently introductions weren't high on her list of social niceties so I didn't find out the other woman's name. It also occurred to me at that moment that I didn't know the girl's name either, and that she didn't know who I was.

Does it matter? I thought as I nodded my head. "What have you got?" I said in response to her question.

The girl opened a small fridge packed with beer and mixers. "We have whisky, vodka, rum ... beers."

I opted for a Tiger. The girl topped up her sister's glass with vodka and opened a can of lemonade as a mixer. She placed the can on a small table next to the hitherto silent woman.

The moany-faced cow offered a curt thanks -- or at least I assumed it was a thank-you, she might have been telling the girl to go and fuck herself. I wouldn't know, I don't speak a word of Russian.

"I have something to ask you," the girl said as she invited me to sit in the other armchair. She draped herself elegantly on the sofa that matched the chairs, and I saw a flash of smooth inner thigh as the girl arranged her legs under her bottom.

"What?" I asked, suddenly suspicious.

"I want you to make a fuck with her. Like before, on the beach. But this time you must make it in her bottom. It is a punishment for what she do to Anatassia. For what she do with my brother against my other brother."

I glanced at the oblivious sister. She glowered at me and swirled vodka and lemonade and ice in her tumbler before taking a deep swallow.

"I take it she can't understand what you're saying?"

"No," the girl replied with a grin. "She think you come here to take me on date. But I know her. She will drink very quickly. When she drink she get all hot between legs. You stay here with me and we drink too, but not as much as she. When she hot between legs we make the move. She will accept it if you want to make fuck with her. I will tell her you think she sexy and that you make the big cock. Then, when she undress and hot you make the fuck in her bottom."

"Jesus Christ," I blasphemed. "What if someone comes to the door? One of your brothers, or maybe both of them! What happens if they catch me with my dick up her arsehole?"

The woman in the chair opposite me spoke. The girl fired a response back quickly.

"She want to know what we talk about. She ask what time we go out."

"What did you tell her?"

"I say we go later. First we have drink, then go."

The girl spoke in Russian and the woman nodded. The sister drained the tumbler of liquid and abruptly ordered held the tumbler up for the girl to take from her.

"I ask if she want another drink. It not be too much time before she will be ... how you say ... not drunk but ...?"

"Tipsy?" I offered.

"Da! Exactly. She will be tipsy." The girl practiced the word silently as she handed the woman a generous measure of vodka. The sister accepted the glass with what seemed to be her habitual, unpleasant demeanour. "Then, when she is tipsy I tell her you like her."

"But what about you?" I asked, forgetting to refuse complicity in her mad scheme outright. "Won't she be put off with you here?"

The girl shrugged and pulled a face. "I don't think so," she said casually. "When you are making the fuck to her bottom I will take the photographs. Just like before."

"I don't fucking believe I'm getting involved in this," I muttered to myself. I drained off the can of beer and the girl asked if I wanted another. 

She got up from the seat to get it for me. When she came back she leaned in low and kissed my mouth. Instinctively I ran my hands up her legs, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs. My hand found the heat of her vulva completely bare.

"That is good," the girl purred. "I feel hot between legs. My pussy very warm."

The girl kissed me again, her tongue slipping between my lips. She squirmed against my hand for a moment before pulling away from me.

Her sister was staring at us with her jaw slack. There followed an exchange in Russian. The woman spoke first and the girl replied. This seemed to lead to some questions being asked. There was a lot of conversation undoubtedly about me judging by the way the sister-in-law kept glancing and gesturing at me.

"I tell her I meet you on beach and that I like to make a fuck with you. She ask who you are. I tell her you are from England. I say you like me very much, that you think I am sexy."

"Which is true," I interrupted. "I do you like you very much; I do think you're sexy."

The girl laughed and spoke to the other woman again. "I tell her you think she sexy also. I tell her if she want to stay and make fuck with you then I don't mind. We share the big cock."

I looked at the sister. The woman seemed to be thinking, seriously thinking, and I realised then that she might just be going to go for it. Holy shit, the girl was right about her. A couple of drinks and her knickers fell off -- if she wore any; I wondered if the woman was as bare-arsed as the girl.

The woman spoke to the girl, which made my bikini princess laugh.

"She say she want you to kiss her on the pussy."

And just like that, we were off.

The sister stood up and lifted the hem of her muslin skirt. She had great legs, very slender and shapely with long, lean thighs and sculpted calves, all smooth and tanned. As she lifted the dress higher I saw her pudenda plumply packed into the tiny cup of a thong, the strings of which rode high on her hips and matched the pale outline of her skin where her bikini had protected her from the sun's rays. The woman hooked the thong to one side with a forefinger, and I sighed with pleasure when I saw the meaty flaps dangling between her legs. She bent her knees and splayed her labia with her fingers to expose her pink core.

The size of her clit! Fuck me, but it was huge; and the woman groaned as she slid the tip of her finger over the fleshy protuberance.

"I'm going to suck your clit for hours," I groaned.

The woman actually cracked a smile, perhaps reading the tone of my voice. OK, she was no looker, but if the rest of her body was this good then I didn't give a fuck if she were a plain Jane. It wasn't as if she couldn't be prettier, she could be but she just never seemed to smile and her mouth had a perpetual downward curve.

I heard the girl mutter in Russian behind me.

The woman laughed and fingered her clit, the thing almost flopping from side-to-side like a tiny penis. It seemed that when she got her clitoris out to play she started to enjoy herself. She muttered at me again.

"She say you must kiss her on the pussy," the girl repeated. She spoke to the woman who laughed again and replied.

"What did you say?" I asked, motioning to the woman to sit down. She did, bunching her dress around her hips before hooking her legs over the chair arms and holding herself open.

"I say I never know she built like that." The girl pointed to the woman's outsized clit. "I say if I know I would kiss her on the pussy also. She say we do that together sometime."

I nodded distractedly, most of my attention taken up by the sight of the woman so lewdly sprawled on the chair. I could see how the brother married to the pretty blonde, Anatassia, could be tempted by the sour-faced bitch.

"Maybe you should do it tonight," I replied as I dropped to my knees in between the woman's spread thighs.

I yanked the thong to one side and dabbed my tongue against the woman's clit, licking it quickly to bring a gasp and a long, low groan from her. Then I went at her, sucking the thing between my lips, teasing it between my teeth while I probed a finger into the woman's opening. She grunted and squirmed, forcing her body onto my face when she grabbed my head with both of her hands and crammed my mouth and nose against her hot, slippery flesh.

She began to babble, and when I looked up to see her face all creased and twisted with pleasure I saw the bikini girl was now also naked. The girl's fingers were busy between her smooth thighs as she stood to one side of the chair and looked down at us. With her free hand she stroked the woman's dark, straight hair.

The woman opened her eyes and smirked up into the girl's face. She muttered something and reached a hand towards my bikini princess. Her fingers caressed the girl's cheek and then the pair of them kissed.

When the kiss broke the woman looked at me and muttered. Her fingertip slid over her clit and I realised she'd told me to carry on sucking at her.

When I returned to the task the woman chuckled and stroked my hair. I heard her crooning at me in her own language, and I took her tone to mean I was doing a good enough job on her clit.

"I want to kiss her there," the girl said as she lay a hand on my shoulder.

"Be my guest," I replied and stood up.

While the girl knelt and flicked her tongue over that outsized nub of flesh I stripped out of my clothes. The woman smiled when she saw my hard-on. She muttered a phrase and reached out her hand. I took this to mean she wanted to touch me so I went to her. I think her next comment was something about how stiff I was because the grin almost split her face when her fingers curled around my girth. She motioned to me to come closer, pulling my dick towards her as she leaned over and sucked the tip of my cock.

We carried on like that for a minute or two, with the girl slurping away while the woman sucked my cock and cranked at me with her fist. I thought I was going to embarrass myself and come early, but the woman moaned and mumbled around her mouthful of hard dick and began to jerk her hips.

My cock plopped from between her lips as the woman's climax ripped through her. She started squealing and groaning. Her legs came up off the chair arms as she tried to get her thighs wider apart so the girl could get at her.

The two women were muttering to each other back-and-forth, urging each other on I assumed. The girl's face was stern with concentration as she held the thick, meaty labia apart with one hand and fucked three stiff fingers into her sister's cunt with the other. She rolled her thumb around and around the woman's big clit while her sister-in-law writhed in the chair like she was being electrocuted.

When she finally calmed, the sister pushed the breathless bikini girl away from her body. She rose to her feet unsteadily and grabbed the tumbler from the table. Several quick swallows later and she'd drained the glass. Holding the tumbler out with a haughty expression she barked an order at the girl still sprawled at her feet. The girl stood up and took the glass from her sister-in-law's hand. While my bikini princess refreshed the woman's drink I stood and watched her, my hand working slowly along my dick as I wondered which of the two women I wanted to fuck the most.

My bikini princess had the appeal of her relative youth -- firm and heart-shatteringly pretty, plump and round where it counted. I knew from my experiences on the beach that she was tight inside and could milk my cock with her pussy, but her sister had proved to be the dark horse and I wanted to enjoy what she had to offer.

The women smirked at me while she waited for her drink. She glanced down at my erection and nodded. She winked and turned her back to me. First she lifted her dress up and then over her head. She dropped the dress to the floor and looked back over one shoulder to see my reaction. What she saw made her smile -- I was boggling at the best arse I'd ever seen. The woman muttered at me and slid the thong down her long, dancer's legs. I gasped out loud and groaned, my hand working my cock.

Her long dark hair hung between her shoulder blades as I studied the curve of her long back, her narrow waist, the sweep of her hips and the tanned skin. I saw again, albeit from behind this time, the tanline of her bikini briefs high on her hips, and even though I was looking at her naked, I wished I'd seen her on the beach in her bikini.

The girl handed the woman the glass. The sister sipped at it and sighed in appreciation before she placed the glass down and took hold of the girl's face between her palms. She stared into my bikini princess's face for a few seconds and then muttered something in a low voice. The women kissed in a slow, lingering glide of tongues.

When they broke apart the woman turned to me. She spoke, posing and smiling.

"She ask if you like her," the girl said, her voice hoarse. "She say men like her a lot. Russian men. She ask if English men like her."

I glanced at the girl and saw her eyes glazed with lust. Her hand moved between her legs as she rubbed herself slowly.

"I like her very much," I murmured, my eyes back on the older woman. I looked her up and down, slowly, deliberately letting her see my eyes drinking in the sight of her body.

"I want to watch you make a fuck with her," the girl moaned. "You make the fuck with her and you make the fuck with me. You can do this?"

"Both of you?" I asked in awe.

"Please," the girl whispered. "I so hot. I want to see you make the fuck with her. You make it with her bottom also. I still want to take photographs for Anatassia. I want to make trouble for this one. I show my brother his wife is bad ..." The girl looked over at the other woman who stood waiting for an explanation as to what the protracted conversation was about. "... But I want to have her for myself also."

"She's got something about her," I replied.

"What you say?"

"I said she's hot. Very sexy. She doesn't smile much usually, but her body ... Wow."

The girl pouted. "You not like me any more?"

"I fancy the fucking arse off you," I replied, smiling at her. "You're very pretty and very sexy. I like you more than I like her."

The woman spoke to the girl.

"She say you must make a fuck now." The girl tilted her head. "You like me more than you like her? Yes? We make a fuck tonight? Later? Together?"

I went to the girl and held her shoulders. "I want to do it with you all night," I replied before I kissed her forehead. "I want to do it with you every night until you go home."

"You go make a fuck with her," the girl smiled. "I help you. We both have fun. I take the photographs and then we are alone and we have more fun."

The older woman gave me a quizzical look as I approached her. There was nothing I could say, I just wanted to get at her now. I was horny as hell from what I'd already seen and done, all fired up by the prospect of fucking this hot-bodied Russian as well as the promise of more delight with my beautiful bikini princess.

I grabbed the woman's hips and pulled her to me for a kiss. There was no finesse or tenderness in that kiss; it was more a demonstration of my gnawing hunger to fuck. While our tongues fought a slippery battle I rubbed my palms over the woman's small breasts. She reached for my dick, moaning into my mouth when she felt the size and stiffness in her fist.

The girl came to us and joined in. The three of us kissed, tongues sliding around and over each other. First it was me and the woman, then her and the girl before we managed a short interval of just licking each other indiscriminately.

The girl went to her knees and sucked at my cock. The woman joined her a few seconds later. They passed me back-and-forth, both slurping and sucking and smacking their lips wetly off the end of my dick.

The woman stood up and indicated with a nod of her head that we should move to the bed. She led the way, her metronomic hip-sway holding my eyes on her arse. She lay on the bed and spread her legs. I watched her rub her clit while the girl still sucked my cock.

"She wants me on the bed," I said.

The girl released me and looked across the room. "We go," she replied.

I clambered up onto the bed between the woman's legs. She bent her knees and lifted her feet, still wearing her wedge-heeled shoes as she offered her cunt to me.

We both groaned when I slid inside her body, her spongy softness parting for me as I moved deeper. The woman stared up at me, anticipation gleaming in her eyes. She grinned and moaned, her hips rising to meet me as her eyes closed and her head lolled back. I heard her mutter something to me as she began to rock her hips, her arms reaching up to pull me down on top of her. She kissed my mouth hungrily, as though she wanted to devour me. I lifted myself off her, holding my body above hers on straight arms. The harder I pounded into her, the crazier the woman went for my cock. She babbled in rapid Russian, her voice low and sultry one moment, high-pitched and urgent the next.

The girl lay alongside her sister and massaged the woman's breasts. Occasionally, while I fucked into the woman, the girl would lean across, resting on one elbow to mutter what I assumed to be obscenities into the other woman's ear.

The girl grinned up at me, eyes shining. She lay on her side with her legs open and split her sticky labia with a finger.

"You make a fuck with her good. She like it very much. She like men very much. I want to make a fuck also. My pussy so hot."

"I'll fuck you later," I groaned. "I want you all night. This woman is just a fuck, but you're special. I like you very, very much. When I do this to you we'll make love. It won't all be crazy fucking."

"You not speak now," the girl replied, two fingers inside her body. "Later you speak with me. When we alone."




My Russian Valentine



The woman interrupted us then. She grunted something and pushed at my chest.

"She say you make the fuck from behind now. Like the dog."

I rolled away from the woman, who then moved quickly onto her front and rose up on all fours. She rested her weight on her elbows and thrust her hips up. I stood on the floor behind her upturned arse as she knelt on the bed. Parting the tight, round cheeks of her arse I leaned in and slid my tongue through the cleft of her dribbling pussy. The woman groaned long and low when the tip of my tongue probed at the stain of her anus, and she mumbled something into the bed cover while her fingers clawed at the bed sheet.

"She say you bad man. You have your tongue in her bottom and it make her very sexy."

I dabbed at her sphincter again, causing the woman to sigh and writhe. When I wriggled my tongue deeper into her muddy-hole I fingered the woman's pussy so she grunted and pushed back against my probing digits, muttering and gasping and groaning.

The girl came alongside me and held the woman's arse cheeks apart while she too slid her tongue into the dark, puckered stain. The woman looked back at me, her jaw slack, her eyes glazed and heavy-lidded.

"Time to fuck you," I grinned at her. "You want me to fuck you again, you hot-arsed bitch?"

The woman spoke Russian at me, her voice heavy and laden with desire.

The girl moved away when I nudged her shoulder. Then I presented my knob-end to the woman's vulva and thrust my hips. I fucked into the woman deep and hard, her buttocks slapping against my body when she thrust her hips back to force more of my cock into her opening. The girl pressed her lithe torso against my flank, her arm around my shoulder, tiny tits squashed against me as she stared down to where her sister accommodated my whole length.

"You make a fuck in her bottom soon," the girl muttered. "Make a hard fuck there. Make her shout that it hurts but you must keep making the fuck."

The girl parted the woman's arse cheeks and spat a dollop of saliva right on the brown bullseye. She slid a wet finger into the woman's anus, corkscrewing the digit around and making the woman yelp.

The woman spoke and the girl interpreted. "She say it feel nice. My finger in her bottom feel good. It make her sexy."

It certainly seemed like the woman enjoyed having her cunt full of cock while having her arse re-bored with a finger. She bucked back against us both, her arms straight as she pushed at the bed with the palms of her hands.

She groaned and muttered urgently, her head tossing so that her hair swung wildly. Manoeuvring around the girl's arm I leaned low over the woman's back and clasped her around the waist. Holding her in that tight embrace, her back pressed to my front, I fucked into her with short, fast jabs. The woman's fingernails brushed my cock as she fingered her huge clit, the sounds she made signalling she was close to her climax.

When she came the woman fell forward, collapsing onto her front on the bed. My cock slid out of her pussy, smeared and greasy with the lust that had oiled her as we fucked.

The girl, even as her sister juddered and sighed, parted the globes of the woman's arse cheeks and spat another glob of saliva onto the puckered stain.

"You make the fuck in her bottom now," the girl hissed urgently. "Hurry."

I smeared slippery pre-cum from my cock-head with a finger, which I then daubed over the woman's sphincter while the girl held her open for me. I lay on the bed on my side and hauled the woman onto her own side by levering her over with my hand on her hip.

She moved with me, muttering away in Russian. We spooned with her buttocks pressed against my body, the woman throwing her uppermost leg over my hip. I held my cock in one hand and felt between her legs with the other. When I found the greasy roundel of her arsehole I nudged the head of my cock at it.

The woman gave a brief yelp of surprise when my dick encountered the taut ring of resistance. Her body stiffened as I thrust into her, tensing when she felt my probing at that dark taboo. She muttered what I took to be a refusal, but mindless to any objection she might make, I pushed at her again and felt her body slacken as I eased greasily into her anus.

The girl took the pictures as I bunged her sister's dirty-hole with my cock. At first the woman struggled against me, but when I held her waist and powered into her, she relaxed and began to groan.

Then, to my surprise I felt something rubbing against my cock. With a start I realised that the woman had a couple or three fingers inside her pussy, and that I could feel her wanking her cunt through the thin membrane of skin that separated us.

Far from being a punishment for her adultery with her own brother the woman actually enjoyed being fucked in her arse.

She hefted herseld onto one elbow and thrust back onto me, reaming her tight sphincter with my girth. The woman spoke in Rapid Russian again, craning her neck to look back at me.

"She say it burn," the girl informed me. "She say her bottom burn, but keep making the fuck there. She like it very much. It very bad, very sexy." The girl shook her head and shrugged. "This not what I expect."

"I don't care," I grunted. "I'm going to come if I keep on like this. Tell her that if she isn't careful I'll be filling her arse with spunk."

"You close to come?" the girl asked.

"Fucking yes," I groaned.

The girl jabbered to her sister, who then babbled quickly in reply.

"She say if you make stuff in her bottom she don't care. You make the stuff when you like. She close to come also. You make stuff in her bottom or pussy or mouth. She not care at all."

In the end I pumped semen deep into the Russian woman's anus. When I came she came as well, panting and calling out as her orgasm rolled over her. I could feel her fingers working away inside her pussy; I could hear her cunt squelching as she finger-fucked her way through her climax. The room smelled of sex, the musky odour of pussy and jizm heavy and cloying.

The woman pushed me away from her and my cock slid out of her arse on a rush of tainted semen, all frothy and laced with a muddy dribble. She actually held herself open and posed for the picture when the girl pointed the camera at her.

That would be one for the family album -- I wondered what the Russian was for: you want to see my holiday photos?

"That very sexy," the girl said to me as her sister showered. She gave a small shrug, lying on her side next to me on the bed, one arm flung over my chest as she snuggled in close. "I do not think you making a fuck in her bottom was good for revenge, she like it too much. She think it sexy. It got her very hot."

"Well," I began, "you got the pictures. You can show them to your brother whenever you want to. You've got the other photos as well, with ... Anatassia?" 

The girl nodded. "Da, Anatassia."

"You got what you wanted." I turned so we were face-to-face, me and my little bikini princess. "What's your name?"

"Katia," she replied.

"I'm Alex."

Katia held up a hand, which I shook. "Pleased to meet you," she said with mock seriousness before bursting into sudden laughter.

"What's so funny?" I asked as the hiss of the shower ceased. I heard the shower cubicle door slide open.

"We do so much. We make a fuck on the beach. You and Anatassia make a fuck on the beach. Here tonight with Galya ..." She laughed again, her body curling as she rolled onto her opposite side, her body wracked with mirth. "You make a fuck in her bottom and I take the photographs and all the time we do not even know the names."

At that moment Galya appeared, her porn star's body wrapped in a towel.

Galya spoke to Katia, her chin jutting towards me a few times in punctuation. I noticed the sour look had returned.

Katia looked at me. "She ask if you want to make fuck with her again."

I thought about Galya's body, especially the peachy contours of her arse. I recalled a porn star from days gone by, Nina Hartley, who still appeared from time to time, but who, in the old days, when she was twenty years younger, had an arse just like Galya's heart-shaped derrière.

Yes, I decided, if I could get a crack at Galya again I'd be up for it. "Only if you're there too," I replied.

"You mean the three of us in the same bed?"

"Wherever. I like Galya but I only want to fuck her with you there as well."

What the hell was wrong with me? I'd only just found out the girl's name and I felt all soft and loving towards her. I must be crazy, cunt-struck or something; this could only end badly -- that is with me getting hurt -- when Katia and her fucked-up family left to go home. I needed to keep a check on my emotions, not let myself get too attached to the beautiful Russian bikini girl. Besides she was ten years younger than me -- what girl her age would be interested in me other than a dirty fuck on holiday?

"I like it that you say such things," the girl said, snuggling closer to me and kissing my cheek softly.

Katia fired off a few sentences in rapid Russian. Galya gave me a hot-eyed stare laced with lust. She pouted and said something to Katia.

Galya began to dress while Katia told me that we had a date with her sister the next day.

When Galya finally left us -- after swallowing another vodka and lemonade -- I took a shower, washing all trace of my expedition into Galya's dark tunnel from my cock.

Katia had me rock hard in seconds, her tongue and hand working at me until I swelled with desire for her. I made love to her slowly, taking her to the brink of orgasm only to pull her back just before she tipped into the abyss. I used everything I knew: mouth, fingers, penis, alternating methods of arousal until I had the girl moaning and begging for release.

"No," I said, grabbing her wrist as she lay on her back and went to rub her pussy. "Not yet." I moved on top of her and slid the length of my erection into her body. Katia gasped and arched her back, forcing her pelvis off the bed so she could take me deep. "When we come, we come together," I whispered, staring into her eyes.

"I want you to give me that come," Katia murmured in reply.

Something shifted inside me. I experienced a welling of emotion as I looked down at the beautiful girl. I wanted to take her with me, when I came, I wanted her to accompany me on that rush of love. In my head I saw us coupled together, me squirting my seed into her body. I imagined my sperm finding her and creating something unique between us. I saw my ex-wife and felt the loss of our separation and subsequent divorce.

It was crazy but I was already half-way to loving a girl from another country, one I'd only known for two days. Infatuation, it had to be. I couldn't love Katia, not so soon after meeting her, especially not after she offered her brothers' wives to me.

Yes, it was insane, but as mental as it might be, when I spurted into the girl's body -- and she came with me -- I couldn't help blurting, "I love you."

Four -- Another threesome

The following day, after Anatassia and Katia took their usual stroll, the girl and Galya came to my hotel room. Galya went straight to it, stripping out of her shorts to reveal her unique vulva as soon as I closed the door.

Katia came to me, as beautiful as ever, and kissed me. She ran the palm of her hand over the bulge of my hard-on in my own shorts.

"I like to do this with you. Is better than my boyfriend. You not jealous mad. You like me and I like you. Together we make a fuck. I watch you make a fuck with Galya ... You watch when we ..." Katia pointed to her sister, who was naked by then, and then to herself. "We make a girl-fuck and you see us."

"Fucking hell, Katia," I gasped. "You're fantastic." I grabbed the girl and kissed her again, desire swelling in my throat.

"Things get very crazy last night," Katia continued. "Galya go back to her room. My brothers are a little ... tipsy. Galya very hot between her legs. Her pussy hot." Katia lowered her voice to a whisper as though there might be eavesdroppers. "She fuck both guys together. Her husband and my other brother."

"What about Anatassia?" I asked.

Katia grimaced. "She not know about this. Galya only tell me story on way here." The girl pressed her body against my flank and slid a hand into my shorts. I groaned when her fingers found me. "Is very sexy, yes? Galya and my brothers. She make the fuck with both together. With her mouth and pussy." Katia murmured into my ear: "You should also make the fuck with her. You make it in her bottom while my brothers make the fuck with her mouth and pussy. All you men with her together."

"Jesus, Katia ..."

"It make me sexy to think like that."

I stared at the girl open-mouthed at what she'd suggested. "I don't think your brothers would be too keen on the idea," I said when I'd recovered from my surprise. "And Anatassia might not approve either."

Katia shrugged. "Maybe some other way."

And then Galya interrupted the conversation in her own particular style. She lay on my bed and offered her ungainly labia, huge clitoris and her bubbling opening to me as she muttered something in hot-eyed Russian.

"She want you to kiss her pussy," Katia informed me. The girl grinned, her expression vulpine, a fox-faced smirk and a narrowing of her eyes. "But I think I might kiss her on her pussy." Katia pointed a finger at me. "You take off the clothes. Kiss me on my pussy when I kiss Galya."

Katia wriggled out of her tight shorts and peeled her tee-shirt off. She hip-swayed across to the bed and knelt with her arse in the air. Resting on her elbows while Galya held herself open, Katia slid her tongue over the other woman's clit. Galya groaned and then chuckled, her fingers pushing into Katia's blonde hair.

I scrambled out of my own clothes and moved quickly behind Katia. Spreading the girl's arse cheeks, I then slowly slid my tongue through the split of her pussy, her labia parting with sticky reluctance as my tongue glided between those folds from Katia's clit up to her muddy-hole. She gurgled with dark pleasure when I dabbed the tip of my tongue against her sphincter.

"You not make a fuck with my bottom," she chuckled, reaching back to blindly smack a hand at me. "It feel sexy like this, but not to make a fuck with me there."

"I'll just use Galya's arse for fucking," I growled, my fingers working at Katia's clitoris. "I just want your lovely tight pussy."

"My mouth also," Katia corrected. "We all three make a fuck together. Very sexy."

Katia went back to Galya's body while I tongued and fingered my Russian bikini princess. The two women gasped and sighed, sounds that made me want to tug at my dick and come over their faces.

Where had this girl come from? At twenty she was so young to be this confident and uninhibited about sex. Galya I could understand, a raving fucking nympho who wanted fucking. Anatassia was the wronged woman, confused and hurt and seeking revenge, which explained why she'd fucked me behind the rocks. But what about Katia? How had I found this beautiful girl who was so willing to do almost anything? OK, she told me she didn't do anal, and I'm not hugely into it myself. Yes, fucking Galya's tight arse was pretty fucking sexy, but I could do without it and just concentrate on Katia's attributes instead. But Katia seemed to have loved watching me drilling her sister in the arse, and she appeared to be comfortable licking pussy as she was at sucking cock. 

And I'd said I loved her.

"We make the fuck," Katia gasped. She pulled away from Galya's dangling labia and turned to me. Her eyes shone when she repeated her statement. "We make the fuck. You and me first together. She watch us."

Galya lay sprawled inelegantly, her legs wide as she fingered the loose, floppy folds of her sex and slowly rubbed her clit.

Without further preamble I held the head of my cock at Katia's opening as she knelt there, hips upthrust, her arm under her body while she held herself open for me.

Galya groaned when Katia gasped and winced and my cock slipped inside her. The older woman scrabbled onto her knees and bounced across the bed to watch her sister's cunt accommodate the length of me. She sighed and rolled her eyes, her face splitting into a grin -- Galya only seemed to smile when she was engaged in some kind of sexual activity. The woman slid a palm over the girl's back, slowly caressing Katia's smooth skin.

Galya muttered to me, fingering herself as she leaned in to push her tongue into my mouth. She gave the girl's rump a sharp smack with one hand, which made Katia yelp and thrust back onto my cock. Galya muttered again, her hand slapping against Katia's flesh once more.

"Fuck," Katia snarled at me. She sobbed and clawed at the bed. "Make the hard fuck," she panted. "My pussy is bad. It want you to make the hard fuck. Give me the fucking, Alex."

I thrust into Katia's body, my fingers tight around the girl's narrow waist. She slammed back at me, her buttocks shimmering under the force of her energetic quest for fulfilment. I felt the girl's fingernails scrape my cock as she rubbed at herself, her groans and moans growing louder and more urgent.

When Katia came she slumped forward, her fingers mushing against her vulva. Galya cried out and grabbed at my cock. She pushed me onto my back on the bed, her fist pumping at me while she positioned herself across my torso. I could see over Galya's head to where she faced my dick and wanked away at it.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned. "Galya, I'm gonna ..."

Galya gave a triumphant laugh and just kept on yanking away. She must have known by my voice that I was warning her of my impending ejaculation, but she carried on regardless.

"Galya, I'm going to come," I groaned.

My legs tensed when I felt the inevitable surge begin from what felt like my toes. I gasped, my hands moving over the contours of the woman's body, her skin like velvet under my fingers. I found one breast and squeezed it, my forefinger sliding over a hard nipple, my fingers grasping when the first spurt erupted from me.

Galya pumped at me, her fist relentless as my cock flicked spunk indiscriminately over her face, her arm and across the bed. A dollop of jizm even flew over the woman's shoulder and spattered onto my chest. Galya didn't seem to mind being drenched in the hot stuff. She jabbered in Russian and milked me until the storm had passed. Then she leaned in to suck at my diminishing cock, her tongue working at me while she cleaned me of spunk.

She flicked her long hair, over her shoulder as she turned to face me, and I saw silvery ropes of jizm in the dark strands. Her chin and forehead and cheek were also spattered, glistening with viscous ooze, and then, when Galya saw the thick dollop on my chest, she snaked out her pink tongue and licked it up, smearing the hot stuff over her breasts at the same time.

Galya moved across the bed and held Katia's face between her palms. The two women stared at each other for a long moment before Katia opened her mouth and invited her sister to kiss her. They shared my goo between them, passing the gloopy mass back and forth until Galya let the whole mess cascade over her chin.

I'd never see such a lewd display other than on some porn production, and to see two women actually carrying on in such an obscene way had my cock resurrected straight away.

When she saw my renewed tumescence, Galya pointed to the bed.

"She say for you to lie down," Katia interpreted when the older woman spoke.

When I complied Galya straddled my thighs, squatting over me so the long muscles in her thighs flexed and then tightened in a way that pleased my eye. With her back to me she took hold of my root to hold me perpendicular before, with the soles of her feet flat against the bed, she rubbed the head of my cock through the floppy lips of her pussy. The wet heat of her closed over me, making me groan and gasp, eyes widening as her body slid over the length of my cock. Galya leaned back, resting on her hands as her long hair swept my face.




My Russian Valentine



"Fuck," I cursed when the woman began to ride me. I looked at the graceful line of Galya's body, holding her around the waist to assist her in staying upright.

"Is so sexy watching you make the fuck with her," Katia sighed. She moved in front of us, her eyes fixed on the conjunction of my piston and Galya's pussy. Galya grunted when the girl reached towards her. I assumed Katia was fingering her sister's clit, and I wished I could see the woman's meaty flaps dangling while my cock penetrated her. "Make it the good fuck with her," Katia implored me, her eyes shining. She chewed her bottom lip and moaned. "It make me hot and sexy to see this. Galya is very sexy. I know why my brothers make the fuck with her."

"She's hot," I sighed. "Fuck ... Katia, she's so tight. Tell her I think she's a great fuck."

Galya laughed and moaned, slamming herself down onto me as she sought to take me as deep and as hard as she could when Katia explained what I'd said. She muttered to Katia, who then disappeared from my line of sight. I felt a zephyr of hot air on my balls and realised that Katia was down there between Galya's legs and was licking the woman's clit.

Galya grunted and heaved suddenly to one side. We both rolled over, with Galya holding my hip to keep my cock inside her during the manoeuvre. Katia rolled out of the way and stood next to the bed. When she'd settled, after wriggling her hips and craning her neck to look back at me, Galya began to fuck against me, her buttocks nestled close against my front.

We rutted for a few minutes, both of us groaning and muttering in our own language as we took each other closer and closer to the pinnacle. I ran my hands over the woman's body, marvelling at the sweet curves of her waist and hips and backside. Katia lay alongside her sister and caressed the older woman's breasts, massaging the petite mounds and teasing her nipples into long, thick teats surrounded by the puckered coins of her areola.

I came inside Galya, groaning and panting and pawing at her hips and waist. My orgasm and Katia's fingers took Galya there too, and we both moaned and gasped, each of us lost in our own private universe of pleasure.

That was the difference to climaxing with Katia, I realised. With Galya it was just sex, pure fucking for the sake of feeling good. With Katia we shared the moment with one another. It was a deeper, more spiritual event that just coming. When I presented Katia with her orgasm it connected us somehow.

If I wasn't careful I would really lose my head over the girl. More pain and heartbreak on the horizon.

Over the next three days and nights I made love to Katia. Sometimes Galya joined in too and it soon became the norm to see both women naked. All too soon however the day of the family's departure arrived. Katia was going home.

"Is my email and phone and address," the girl said, handing me a page torn out of a notebook. "I will try to visit you in England soon," she added.

I told her that I didn't spend too much time in the country of my birth; I was mostly on the road for work. "But if you do come to England, let me know in plenty of time, as early as you can so I can make sure I'll be there.

Four months after I'd last seen her and her arrival was imminent. I stood there with the other people waiting for somebody to come through the doors -- the families expectant and excited, the bored and jaded chauffeurs holding up their printed or handwritten signs.

I felt the leaden weight of anticipation roll in the pit of my stomach. Would things be the same between us after such a lengthy time had passed? What was Katia expecting? Would she want to start off making love, or was this just a tourist visit with me as the provider of lodging and acting tour guide? I tried to recall the tone of Katia's emails. Was I reading something into her messages, something that didn't exist?

A rush of traffic appeared -- People pushing trolleys laden with suitcases; skinny, bedraggled backpackers, unkempt and hungry-looking. I saw tanned and affluent middle-aged couples walk past hand-in-hand ...

And then, to my surprise, as my jaw dropped and my eyes bulged, I saw Galya swan arrogantly through the doors.

Where the hell was Katia? What was Galya doing here?

Five -- Valentine's party in the pub

We sat in my car, the four of us, me driving with Katia beside me in the front while in the back were Galya and Anatassia. While I guided the car along London's orbital M25 motorway I found out why the two older women had accompanied their sister to England.

"They have decided that my brothers do not make good husbands." I noticed Katia's English had improved significantly. "I take a class," she informed me with a shy smile and a sidelong glance when I commented.

"So what are their plans?" I asked, meaning Galya and Anatassia's futures.

Katia shrugged. "We take a vacation here and then we see what happens."

The conversation went along randomly, with both of us catching up on news. Katia interpreted while the other two women added their own gossip from the back seat occasionally. I discovered that Galya and Anatassia had decided to forego their former enmity and joined forces financially with Katia. It surprised me to learn that all three of them shared an apartment.

We arrived at my flat in Wisley, and after I parked in the marked bay we unloaded the packed vehicle and carried the several items of luggage through the entrance and into the lift. It took two journeys on the lift with the four of us and the various bags, but when we got behind my front door the women seemed happy enough.

I had intended to take Katia out for a romantic meal but having the other two in tow didn't strike the right note of intimacy and so I hastily changed the plan.

"I thought that since it's Valentine's day we could go to a party at my local pub," I suggested.

"Pub?" Katia asked.

There was some excited chatter when I disclosed the notion of an English public house to her.

"A party in a bar!" Galya said, her eyes gleaming. "Many men in bar?" 

It looked like Katia wasn't the only one to have improved her language skills.

I shrugged and said that it was Valentine's Day, it might mostly be couples all caught up in the romance. "Flowers and hearts," I explained.

Galya pouted and it suddenly struck me that since she'd left her husband she didn't seem anywhere near as glum as she'd been on the holiday, although she still appeared to be the same cock-hungry bitch I'd fucked in the arse. My penis thickened at the memory and I entertained a brief fantasy of popping the sultry woman's sphincter again.

Pushing the lewd thoughts aside, I preferred Katia after all, I gave the girls a quick tour of the flat -- two bedrooms, one en-suite; the galley kitchen; bathroom; living room, the usual modern apartment with all the gadgets a bloke could want.

"Where do you sleep?" Katia asked.

That took me by surprise; I had assumed she and I would sleep together, that had been the impression I'd formed.

"He sleep with me," Galya grinned. "You sleep with Anatassia."

Katia rolled her eyes and jabbered in Russian. Both Galya and Anatassia laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked, feeling a little stupid since I didn't understand a word that had passed between them.

"I tell Galya she is too rude. Then I make the joke that we take it in turns to share the bed with you."

Now that idea had a certain appeal!

"Really?" I asked, my mind reeling with the possibilities.

The girl's face fell. "If that is what you want, Alex," she said sulkily.

"Couldn't I just keep it to you?" I replied, suddenly realising that Katia didn't particularly like the idea of me with the other two women. "I'd like it to be just us."

Katia grinned and nodded. "So we share a bed and they share a bed? Good. I like that. Happy Valentine's Day," she said, proud of her English.

The women unpacked and then turned my flat into something resembling an Amsterdam brothel. There were clothes everywhere: Skimpy underwear and lacy bras and shoes and skirts were scattered about the place. I saw both Galya and Anatassia walk along the hall to the bathroom as I sat in my living room sipping coffee. I tried to ignore their unselfconscious nudity, but couldn't help but ogle when they went past. 

I wondered if the two of them would be licking each other in bed, or if they'd be playing together in the shower. The thought of Galya soaping up the blonde's big tits had me hard in a second and I pondered on the three women sharing an apartment at home. 

It was no better in my own bedroom since Katia was parading around in the nude, freshly bathed and looking particularly desirable given the four month wait. I took in the sight of her body, a body I'd missed so much in the past weeks.

"You're beautiful," I sighed.

Katia paused as she deliberated over her ensemble for the party. Her head tilted and she smiled at me. "Thank you," she replied.

The girl just stood there, arms by her sides as though waiting for me to make a move. I went to her and placed my hands around her waist. We stared at each other for a long moment before our lips met.

The kiss ignited the desire between us, and soon enough, locked at the mouth, tongues rolling, the girl's fingers were at my clothes.

"It's so big and hard," Katia moaned when her fist closed around my girth. "I have waited so long for this."

"You mean you haven't ..." I was stunned by the implication.

"No. Not for four months. I have had no boyfriend, Alex. I decide to wait and see what you will be like on my vacation here. If I like you here I want you for my boyfriend."

"I haven't either slept with anyone else either," I told her. Katia's blue eyes widened. 

She smiled at me and squeezed my cock. "Are you my boyfriend?"

I felt a swell of happiness in my chest. "If you want me to be," I replied, my voice husky with emotion and lust.

"I want it, yes." The girl broke away from me and, with an impish grin, after dumping a mountain of clothes onto the carpet, lay across my bed. She opened her legs and bared her smooth vulva. "Lick my pussy," she whispered, a finger showing me just where she meant. "We can fuck before the party, yes?"

"Try and stop me," I muttered through clenched teeth as I launched myself at the girl.

She yelped and giggled and then groaned when I bounced onto the bed, spread her thighs with my hands and attacked her scarlet pussy with my mouth.

Katia's back arched as she thrust up to meet my tongue. She gasped and sighed and muttered words in Russian.

I was taking her there, speeding Katia to her orgasm when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. When I looked up to investigate I saw Galya standing next to the bed. The woman's eyes stared at us as she played with herself, and when I swivelled my head around a little more I saw Anatassia standing by the door.

The blonde seemed hesitant, caught between modesty and her desire to watch. I heard her sigh as her hands went slowly to her breasts.

"Lick it," Katia gasped, her fingers grasping at my hair. "I'm going to come. Lick me, Alex."

I didn't know if Katia knew the other two women were there or not. Even if she did know, the things she'd done and said on her previous holiday had me wondering what the arrangements were in the apartment back in Russia. OK, the girl might have kicked her boyfriend to the kerb, but did that preclude her from Galya's predatory sexual nature? Did the girls have intimate fun between themselves?

What could I do? I could stop and tell Galya to get out of the bedroom, or I could ignore her and take Katia to her climax.

I slurped at Katia's pussy, flicking her clit with my tongue while I fingered the tight opening. The girl bucked and moaned, and when she came I kept my mouth locked to her body, probing as deep as I could, her essence sliding out of her.

"Fuck me," Katia squealed. "Put it in, Alex. Fuck my pussy," she hissed at me, her face twisted with urgent need. She glared at me, almost taunting me as she rubbed at herself, fingers mushing at her sodden sex.

Galya moved closer, one hand busy between her legs while she reached out to caress Katia's little breasts.

It seemed like Katia didn't object to Galya's presence or even to her interaction. So I knelt between those thighs and lifted the girl's hips so I could ease my cock into her.

Anatassia appeared behind Galya. I looked up and saw the blonde's eyes heavy-lidded with yearning, her mouth slack as she mauled at her tits, the big jugs rolling in her hand while she too rubbed at her sex. Galya must have heard the other woman's approach because she turned and smiled and moved in for a kiss.

I watched it all as I fucked into Katia. The girl writhed on the end of my cock, squealing and moaning while I saw Anatassia offer her tongue to Galya, who then sucked and licked it while she squeezed the blonde's heavy breasts.

Galya eased Anatassia onto the bed, pushing the woman's shoulder with a hand until the woman was laid alongside Katia.

"Fuck me, Alex," Katia sighed. She reached out a hand and ran her palm over Anatassia's stomach, her fingers gliding down until they found the woman's pussy.

Galya lifted the girl's hand from Anatassia's body and kissed the fingertips. She said something in Russian and then lowered her face between Anatassia's thighs. The blonde groaned and twisted her face towards Katia and, with my cock still busy sliding in and out of her, Katia wriggled her shoulders and torso and opened her mouth the Anatassia's kiss.

"Shit," I gasped, not that any of the women heard me since they were too intent on their own pleasure to notice. "I can't take much more of this." There were female sighs and moans and groans all around me. I could hear the squelching of my cock sliding greasily in and out of Katia. There were the slippery sounds of Galya's tongue busy on Anatassia's vulva, and I could also hear, quite distinctly, the sopping fap-fap-fap sound of Galya's fingers squirming into her own cunt. "Katia," I groaned, "I'm going to come ..."

My cock pulsed as the stuff pumped out of me, and I groaned and grunted, filling the lovely girl with semen while she looked up at me, Anatassia's lips sucking at her nipple.

"You come inside me," Katia sighed. She smirked up at me and said, "What if we make a baby?"

The thought stunned me for a moment. I'd assumed Katia was on the pill and I cursed my presumption. What kind of impact would that have on me?

Katia continued to study me, her eyes fixed on me. "I made a joke," she said, glancing at Anatassia who appeared to be on the brink. "I'm just teasing," she added, and then turned to the blonde grunting next to her.

Katia spoke in Russian and Anatassia's eyes opened. The woman stared at the girl for a moment before she reached out a hand and brought Katia's face to hers.

I watched Anatassia come. It was just like on the beach: noisily vocal and gasping, her fingers clawing at the bed while the pleasure ripped through her.

When I moved off the bed Galya spotted Katia's pussy oozing spunk. She gave a cry of delight and rolled over the bed to take up a position between the girl's legs. I then watched, my jaw slack as Galya slurped and sucked the cream from Katia's body. She probed two fingers into the girl as she flicked her tongue across Katia's clit. When Galya withdrew her fingers the digits were smeared with spunk, but without a moment's hesitation the woman licked and sucked my ejaculate from her hand, and then immediately set about getting Katia to her orgasm.

Galya was completely uninhibited in the bedroom. She forced the girl's legs back, her hands pushing behind Katia's knees until her pussy was gaping and vulnerable. Then, after a momentary glance of appreciation, Galya moaned and rolled her eyes, her mouth closing over Katia's opening.

While Galya virtually devoured the girl's cunt, slurping and slobbering and generally being a dirty, filthy bitch, Anatassia stroked Katia's breasts and kissed her mouth.

Katia eventually climaxed and Galya rolled away from her, breathless from her exertions. I then left the three women on my bed as they stroked each other's bodies and murmured quietly in Russian and I staggered into the en-suite.

I looked in the mirror, mouthing what the fuck ...? to my own reflection -- what had just happened? "Unbelievable," I muttered before I turned on the shower and stepped into the cubicle. 

Katia joined me a minute or two later.

"We can do things," she began as her hands lathered soap over my penis. "The four of us together. I don't mind if you kiss my friends, but you don't put your cock into them. Not into their pussy or into their mouths. Galya I do not trust. She love the cock too much. She too interested in sex. You promise me, Alex, promise me that if Galya try to fuck you, you say no. You tell her you only for Katia."

"Jesus," I gasped, my hands soaping the girl's shoulders. "What are you talking about? You mean we can all mess around but I can't fuck either of them?"

"Yes. I like it when you see us all together. It makes me sexy and hot. It is fun, yes? But I want to be the girl who is special for you, Alex. You can touch them and kiss them on the mouth," she hesitated and grinned. "You can kiss them on the mouth when you fuck me. But you only use the cock with me. You don't fuck them, they don't suck you, and you don't lick them on the pussy. We can play games but you promise me you not to fuck those women."

"But they can lick your pussy?" I asked. "And you lick them?"

"You not want me to do that? If you say no, then I do not."

I shook my head quickly. "No," I squeaked. "I don't mind you doing that; I think that arrangement is pretty good."

Who was I to quibble? I didn't mind at all if Katia, my new girlfriend, licked the other two. It wouldn't be too difficult not to give in to the temptation of sticking my dick into Galya or Anatassia. I'd like their pussies to be within bounds, but I suppose I could forego that pleasure as long as I had my nubile bikini princess to fuck.

There were compensations. I could watch some pretty sexy girl-on-girl stuff; and I could play with Anatassia's big jugs. The only downside was that Galya's meaty labia and massive clit were now off the menu.

I smiled at my beautiful Russian. "I like you a hell of a lot, Katia," I sighed.

She grinned at me and we kissed under the spray.

And I thought that I might like Katia more than a hell of a lot.

The girls showered and primped and preened and finally, at just after eight in the evening, we were ready to go.

Anatassia's cleavage looked deep enough to fall into when she appeared in the lounge room with her voluptuous curves crammed into a tight-fitting dress showing acres of décolletage. The pretty blonde smiled nervously, apparently seeking approbation. She smiled at me warmly after I asked Katia to tell her she looked gorgeous.

Galya played to her assets as well, making her entrance in the briefest of skirts that moulded to her backside. Her blue tee-shirt clung to her brisket and packed her little boobs tightly against her chest. It was obvious that Galya was going braless, her nipples outlined against the cotton. She wore a pair of fur boots and a fur hat and looked completely Russian. "Show me the men," she grinned, her self-esteem needing no boosting at all.

My girlfriend looked beautiful in a powder-blue dress that matched her pale eyes. Her blonde hair, longer than at the beach four months before, was held up by a long, needle-nosed clasp. The girl's eyes shimmered as she smiled gently at me and I felt such a rush of tenderness for her that I went to her and lay my lips softly against her exposed and slender neck.

"You look beautiful," I whispered to Katia as the other two chattered in Russian and put on thick coats against the cold.