Spanish Holidays

Hello, my name is Masha.

I’ll warn you right away that I’m not a writer, and I just want to share one very bright and controversial event that happened to me several years ago.

At that time I was 38 years old and I had been married for 13 years. With my husband Sergei and daughter Sophia, we lived in a small two-room apartment in one of the residential areas of St. Petersburg.

Sergey worked as a development manager in a large company. I, having retrained as an economist, worked as an analyst in a small IT company, quiet on the outside, but seething inside.

The first half of the year was difficult. Cuts began at work, and I had to

pull for three. Sergei’s trips to the regions became more frequent—we sometimes didn’t meet at home for weeks, as if we were living parallel lives.

It became clear: this can no longer continue. We decided that we needed a long vacation together - no work, no rush, disconnect from everything.

We could take a vacation no earlier than September, but we would like to find a still warm sea, so the choice fell on Spain.

They decided to leave their daughter with her husband’s parents during her absence. To make the two weeks more fun, we decided to go together with a married couple of friends from my work, Igor and Alena, so we decided to look for a small house for two families.

After several days of searching, sorting through photos, maps and reviews, we finally came across a cozy house by the sea, not far from the city of Alicante, and now we are already booking accommodation and buying tickets.

Joy knew no bounds - a long-awaited vacation!

Days passed. Our trip was just around the corner when one day my husband came home from work and simply stunned me with the news. The company was developing a significant project in Kazakhstan, and he needed to go there right on the dates of our vacation.

To say that I was upset is to say nothing. I was devastated by this news. I no longer had time to take someone instead of my husband. My daughter didn’t have a foreign passport, so I couldn’t take her either. After my husband’s persuasion, I finally decided to fly alone.

I flew away in tears, not understanding why all this was needed. My friend Alena reassured me, saying that the three of us would have fun.

Finally we reached our house on the seashore. It was beautiful and exactly as in the pictures: no frills, but very light and neat. There is a small garden in the yard with gravel paths, low rosemary bushes and neatly trimmed citrus trees. The only little thing was that due to the fact that our town was located on a hill, to the sea we had to go down a rocky cliff or walk about twenty minutes to the city beach.

Having rested from the long flight, we decided to take a little walk around the town, visiting the embankment and the beach. We were impressed that, despite its size, life was bustling here: bars and cafes were open, crowds of people from all over the world walked along the embankment. Having finally reached the sea, we decided to sit down to rest.

I, as a former volleyball player, immediately fixed my gaze on a group of young people playing nearby - they were four athletic guys playing in just shorts. The game was at a fairly good level: it was clear that the guys, if not professionals, had been playing for quite a long time. At some point, one of the players said goodbye to everyone and left the game. The guys were undecided whether to continue.

— Mash, maybe you can play?” Alenka patted him on the shoulder, “I’m already all exhausted!”

I started to make excuses, citing fatigue after a long flight, when I noticed one of the players approaching me.

— Do you speak Russian?” — the stranger began the conversation, whose appearance did not at all imply the language in which he asked the question. A broad-shouldered and dark-skinned guy with long curly hair falling over his shoulders appeared in front of me

— Wow, in my life I would never have thought that you were from... well... you know Russian!” — I muttered awkwardly

The stranger smiled. "My mother is from Russia, so I am a person of two cultures. I saw you looking with interest, would you like to play with us? By the way, my name is Andre"

We shook hands, and I, unable to refuse such an unusual and charming character, still decided to join the game.

Andre introduced me to his friends. They all looked about ten years younger than me. Among them was a tall, strong, dark-skinned guy from Colombia named Carlos, as well as a medium-sized, thinner but with noticeably prominent six-pack abs, a smiling Spaniard named Jose. The relaxed atmosphere made it easy for me to get into the game.

In between games, we managed to chat a little and get to know each other better. Carlos knew English well. Jose did not speak it so well, so we communicated with him exclusively through gestures and laughed at the ingenuity of each other’s body movements when explaining tactical moves and analyzing mistakes. Andre had a slight accent, but spoke Russian quite well, but we still switched to English so that Carlos and Jose could understand us. Time flew by unnoticed and at some point, Igor shouted to me, announcing that he and Alena were going home. I said goodbye to the guys, exchanging kisses on the cheek, as is customary among the locals.

I considered myself a fairly attractive woman, having brown hair, expressive brown eyes, average height, size 2 breasts and a juicy, firm ass. I have never cheated on my husband, but reasons arose, especially at my previous job. In my current department, the team was predominantly female, so male attention completely disappeared from my life.

One day, leaving the house, I suddenly met Andre. It turned out that he lives one house away from us. We got to talking and he suggested that we all play volleyball together some other time.

I agreed with pleasure. The next day, Andre, Carlos and Jose and I fought again in a battle on the sand, and after that we all sat together on the shore for some time and drank wine. I found out that they all studied at the same university, lived and worked in Valencia, and came here for a short summer vacation. Carlos was expecting his girlfriend to arrive soon. Andre and Jose enjoyed the life of bachelors.

The territory of the house was a small but surprisingly cozy courtyard, surrounded by a low hedge and literally surrounded by greenery. The lawn was already filled with guests. They were animatedly discussing something, interrupting each other and laughing loudly. The party organizer, Andre, was completely immersed in preparing dinner. I couldn’t leave my friends, so I spent part of the evening working as a translator for them. Having waited and successfully tasted the promised barbecue, they thanked the owner for his hospitality and, as planned, quickly retreated.

After a couple of glasses of wine, my tongue finally loosened up, and without noticing it, I chatted with different people for several hours.

The guests began to disperse little by little, and soon we again found ourselves in the company of my volleyball players. Andre, finally freed from his role as cook, joined us. We chatted about everything in the world, taught each other various dirty words from our native languages. So I sat with them until late in the evening, completely losing track of time.

Having finally reached the phone, which I had safely forgotten in my bag, I saw several messages from my husband and Alenka. My husband dryly wrote that everything was fine with him and his daughter and wished me good night. I was a little upset that he didn’t even ask about my day.

Alena wrote that she and Igor were going to bed and that there was some paella left in the refrigerator for me.

I was having a good time and was glad that no one was chasing me home. Inside there was a feeling of some kind of forgotten youthful freedom. It was as if she had asked her mother for permission to spend the night with a friend, and she was running off to a late date with her future husband. Realizing that soon I would need to return under the gray sky of St. Petersburg, where a mountain of worries and responsibilities awaited me, I decided not to limit myself to the pleasure of spending longer in the company of young people. I wanted romance and adventure.

I decided to offer the guys a change of scenery and watch the sunset at sea. They readily supported my idea and began to pack things for a beach picnic, taking fruits and drinks with them.

The walk to the sea was not long - the path from Andre’s house also led to a rocky slope along which Alena, Igor and I usually walked.

Finding ourselves on a secluded beach surrounded by rocky ledges and the sea, we spread out a large blanket, got comfortable and began to contemplate the fantastic view of the sea and the sky, painted in bright pink colors. Jose took a guitar from home and began to play pleasant Spanish compositions, filling the general atmosphere with romance. I drank wine and enjoyed the music, the pleasant light breeze blowing from the sea and the sunset sky. The wine spread with gentle warmth throughout my body.

The sun completely disappeared behind the horizon and began to get dark.

The only visitors to the beach besides us were a couple who were sitting nearby and left the beach after watching the sunset. There were four of us left. The guys decided to go for a swim and began inviting me with them. I didn’t have a swimsuit, I had to go home to get it, and not wanting to wake up my neighbors, I discarded this idea. Either the complete feeling of trust and security that I experienced in the company of guys, or the wine I drank allowed me not to worry too much about my swimming attire.

I asked the guys to turn away and, standing with my back to them, took off my dress, leaving me in my bra and panties. After a little hesitation, I took off my underwear, leaving myself completely naked. Covering my chest and crotch, I headed to the sea and, going into the water up to my neck, shouted to the trio that they could already watch. Of course, I had no confidence that they complied with my request, and to be honest, I didn’t even want to. I liked the attention of three young men. The thought that they could secretly look at my body turned me on. The guys followed me into the water and it was noticeable that they began to show more and more interest in me: they joked, splashed water, and always tried to be the center of attention.

After a while, I got a little cold and decided it was time to get out of the water. I again asked the guys to turn away, but this time I decided not to even cover myself. Slowly and imposingly, I came out of the water and just as leisurely walked to our place, feeling the male gaze on me.

I liked to feel wanted and at that moment I didn’t think about the consequences at all. I dried myself with a towel, wrapped it around my body, and sat down on the blanket.

The guys remained in the water and discussed something. Apparently having made some decision, the trio returned to our place.

Andre sat next to me, asking if I was cold. I shook my head. Despite my answer, he took a blanket from his bag and offered it instead of a wet towel. I agreed. He wrapped me up and gently put his arm around my waist. Goosebumps ran through my body.

Andre began stroking my back through the fabric of the blanket. He lowered the blanket a little from my shoulder and kissed it. Having received no resistance, he continued to cover me with kisses, moving higher towards my neck. There was complete silence on the beach, broken only by the sound of the sea and the touch of Andre’s lips on my skin.

For a moment, my foggy mind seemed to awaken and I began to realize how this could all end. However, the long absence of intimacy with a man and the wine did their job - all the impulses of my mind simply began to dissolve in a rush of rolling excitement.

I felt how my body was now being caressed by two people. A shiver ran through my body. My nipples became swollen and my lower abdomen began to feel a strong tug. I closed my eyes and a sweet moan involuntarily escaped my lips. One pair of hands began to squeeze my breasts through the fabric of the blanket, the other pair of hands lifted its lower part and reached my hips. I leaned back into someone's arms and, turning towards the stranger, merged with him in a kiss. Opening my eyes, I saw that it was Jose.

Meanwhile, Andre took the fabric of the blanket near my chest and began to slowly unpack me. Having exposed my breasts, on which the engorged nipples were already erect, he greedily pressed his lips to my hemispheres. He abruptly pulled the rest of the blanket off me, leaving me completely naked in front of the eyes of incensed men. The caresses were reflected in me with lingering moans, my breathing quickened, my mind began to leave my body. I remained on my back in the arms of Jose, with whom we continued to kiss. Andre covered my neck, chest and stomach with kisses.

I arched my back, releasing a loud groan that could be heard throughout the area, despite the sound of the sea. Jose squeezed my breasts with moderate force, pushing my nipples between his fingers. I came violently, bending and trying to gasp for air, taking my breath away with a prolonged kiss with Jose

Andre, meanwhile, stopped, allowing me to catch my breath a little. The men continued to stroke my body, but apparently they were waiting for some further signals from me that they could continue.

— Everything okay?” - he suddenly asked me. I nodded in response.

— We can stop at any time if you ask,” Andre continued.

— Could you have warned us earlier?” - I joked stupidly and pulled him towards me for a kiss in gratitude for the pleasure he gave me.

I didn’t plan to stop. I wanted them all, every one. There was no room left for shame and fear in me. I liked absolutely everything.

Andre pressed himself against my body and squeezed my butt tightly with his palms. Jose, meanwhile, began to take something out of his bag and with my peripheral vision I saw a pack of condoms thrown onto the bedspread.

— So fucking me on the beach today was part of the guys’ plans,” flashed through my head.

It began to dawn on me that Carlos wasn’t there. I looked around and saw that he was kneeling on the edge of the blanket. His swimming trunks protruded greatly in the groin area, and his eyes were clouded. Everything that was happening clearly excited him, but he did not want to cheat on his girlfriend.

Andre began to kiss my neck and earlobe. Through the fabric of his swimming trunks, I began to squeeze and caress his penis. Then I felt a tongue slide along the back of my neck - Jose joined the process again. He slowly trailed his kisses down my back. Andre pulled down his swimming trunks and a medium-length, but rather thick penis was revealed to my gaze.

I slowly leaned towards him, arching my back, giving Jose the opportunity to observe my pussy in all its glory. Running my tongue along the base of the penis, and then licking the frenulum and head, I began to give Andre a blowjob. He grabbed my head with his hands and helped set a comfortable pace for himself.

I met the eyes of Carlos, who was looking at what was happening in fascination. Looking into his eyes, I defiantly plunged Andre’s penis to its full depth, pressing my lips to the very base. My mind was completely taken over by the depraved whore who had lived somewhere in the depths of my consciousness until today. I enjoyed teasing Carlos and wanted to include him in the process.

I continued to diligently work with my mouth, when suddenly I felt a palm lay on my back, causing me to bend over a little. Realizing that Jose was going to enter me from behind, I spread my legs and stuck out my ass.

A moment later, I felt something hard slide along my labia and carefully begin to enter my wet flesh. A groan escaped my lips. With a slight push, Jose's penis plunged completely into me - there was plenty of lubrication.

He ​​began to move smoothly inside me, taking me by the waist. Andre, meanwhile, apparently became even more turned on by what was happening and began to insert his penis deeper and harder into my mouth, gathering my hair into a fist. Jose directed his fingers to my clitoris and began to massage it, increasing my pleasure

We continued sex, remaining in this position. Jose took me with smooth thrusts, playing with my breasts from time to time. Andre more and more actively contracted his hips towards me, enjoying the blowjob.

At some point, Andre grabbed me tighter by the bun of my hair, let out a strong groan, more like a growl, and I felt his penis begin to pulsate. I released it from my mouth and, continuing to caress the penis with my hand, directed it towards myself. Hot liquid poured over my neck and chest.

Meanwhile, Jose’s fingers did their job - my orgasm happened unexpectedly. Я сжала пенис Андрэ с большой силой, немного сделав ему больно и так как мне было сложно удержаться на ногах, я выпустив фаллос из ладони, прильнула грудью к покрывалу. Второй оргазм был еще сильнее первого. Я тряслась в конвульсиях и стонала, не сдерживая себя. Ноги стали ватными и отказывались держать меня.

Хосе тем временем продолжал брать меня сзади, ускорив темп.

После нескольких мощных толчков он, обхватив ладонями мои животик и грудь, замер во мне, издав протяжный стон. Я крепко сжала покрывало коготками и прильнула к нему губами, издав что-то похожее на визг.

Я чувствовала как член моего любовника сокращался внутри меня, наполняя семенем презерватив. Повернувшись к Хосе, я слилась с ним в поцелуе

Усевшись втроем на покрывало, мы еще какое-то время гладили друг друга, переводя дыхание. С моей груди вниз по животу стекала вязкая жидкость. Я взяла полотенце, чтобы вытереться и тут же обнаружила на нем следы своих соков. Видимо оно лежало подо мной, пока меня ласкал Андрэ.

Я снова нашла глазами Карлоса. Увиденное дало новый виток моему возбуждению. Он, будучи в полутора метрах от меня, стоя на коленях сжимал в руках свой член, который был каких то неописуемых размеров. Вдоль мощного основания проступала вена, на головке проглядывала смазка.

Оставаясь в роли наблюдателя, он явно был заворожен увиденным.

Я чувствовала, что его шансы сохранить верность своей девушке этой ночью становились все более призрачными. Нужен был совсем легкий толчок.

Оставаясь на коленях, я приблизилась к Карлосу, встав напротив. Я взяла своей рукой его руку и положила ее себе на живот. Проведя его ладонью по своему животу, я обхватила два пальца на его кисти и направила их в свою хлюпающую киску. Карлос не сопротивлялся и сразу же стал сам орудовать во мне своими пальчиками. Я начала целовать его мочку уха, и запустила язык в ушную раковину. Поравнявшись с ним взглядом, я впилась в его губы, пропустив язык в его рот. Карлос ответил на мой поцелуй и сильно прижал меня к себе. Я чувствовала как его член упирается мне в живот и достает до груди.

Мы еще немного ласкали друг друга — я позволила Карлосу вдоволь наиграться со своей грудью и попой, а сама попробовала его готовое к бою оружие на вкус, немного поласкав его ртом. Продолжительные прелюдии нам не требовались, поэтому я решила перейти к следующему этапу. Взяв пакетик с контрацептивом, я попросила партнера лечь на спину и самостоятельно раскатала резинку по стволу. Перекинув через него свою ножку, я оперевшись на колено начала осторожно вводить член в свое влагалище.

Я чувствовала как разъезжаются мои половые губы и как головка уперлась в мою горячую мякоть, с трудом проходя глубже. Немного поколебавшись, продолжить ли погружение – я понимала, что моей киске вероятно не поздоровится – я все таки решила остаться сверху. С усилием, я погрузила шланг своего партнера уже на половину и решила пока зафиксироваться в этой позиции. Прильнув к груди Карлоса, я начала плавно опускать и поднимать бедра. Руки моего партнера гладили мою спину и сжимали ягодицы. Я непроизвольно охала от каждой фрикции — член партнера приятно наполнял и сильно растягивал меня изнутри. Мы слились в поцелуе, немного ускорив темп и нарастив амплитуду проникновения.

Тем временем член Карлоса уже входил меня до самого основания. Происходящее приносило мне огромное удовольствие и совершенно выбило меня из реальности. Я принялась беспрерывно стонать. Подобных ощущений я никогда и ни с кем не испытывала. Орудующий во мне агрегат будто бы разрывал мою плоть изнутри.

Все еще обсасывая пальцы своего любовника и закрыв глаза, я оттягивалась вверх, оставляя внутри себя лишь головку и тут же летела вниз издавая звонкий шлепок при касании своих ягодиц о бедра партнера. Я не представляла что происходило с моей киской в тот момент.

Я собиралась кончить в третий раз за ночь.

Не меняя темпа, я начала содрогаться и чувствовать как мякнет мое тело. Карлос, взяв меня за талию, удерживал меня на себе, чтобы я не упала. Не давая мне передышки, он принялся еще усерднее натягивать меня на свой член. Я, откинув голову назад, издала громкий продолжительный стон, продолжая с силой шлепаться о яйца партнера. Я уже ничего не контролировала — мое тело будто бы подкидывали и насаживали на штырь.

Дав мне время насладиться оргазмом, Карлос остановился и жестом скомандовал мне подняться. Я послушно встала на четвереньки. Взяв меня за попу, он развернул меня спиной к себе и раздвинул мои ноги.

Я понимала, что в этой позе мне может быть больно сразу после оргазма и сперва решила предложить другую позу, но было уже поздно. Без особых усилий он резким толчком вошел в меня до самого основания и методично принялся брать меня сзади.

Стенки моего влагалища сжимались после перенесенного оргазма, поэтому я начала испытывать смешанное ощущение боли и сильного удовольствия. Карлос заломил мои руки за спину и обхватил оба моих запястья своей рукой. Другой рукой он то сжимал мои беспомощно болтающиеся сиськи, то шлепал ею по моим ягодицам.

Я сбив дыхание, извивалась и стонала под напором своего партнера. Мне хотелось, чтобы он остановился и дал мне передохнуть и одновременно с этим, я желала, чтобы это никогда не прекращалось. Карлос продолжал методично уничтожать мою киску, задавая удобный для себя темп и полностью контролируя мое тело. Я отпустив вожжи, покорно принимала свою судьбу, уперевшись губами в покрывало и начав мычать что-то трудноразличимое.

Карлос ускорился и издав громкий стон, резко вывел свой член, сорвав резинку. Я чувствовала, как порции горячей жидкости заливают мою попу и спину, долетая и до волос. Член моего любовника сокращался лежа на моей пояснице, оставляя под собой лужу вязкого семени.

Кончив, Карлос возвышался надо мной, еще некоторое время лаская мое тело.

Переведя дыхание, мы обменялись поцелуями. Карлос вытер с меня сперму и видимо заметив на моем теле дрожь, подал мне плед, в который я тут же закуталась. Оглядевшись по сторонам, я обнаружила что Андрэ и Хосе рядом не было. Видимо решили дать нам возможность уединиться, решила я.

Наконец встав, я почувствовала как трясутся мои ноги. Я очень устала и сильно хотела спать. Мы с Карлосом съели каких-то фруктов из корзинки, что была на покрывале и молча побрели к морю, чтобы сполоснуться. Там мы обнаружили остальных участников сегодняшнего вечера, сидевших возле воды.

Искупавшись, мы принялись собираться домой. Андрэ предложил продолжить вечер у него, но я отказалась, сославшись на сильную усталость. На часах было три утра и наверное я могла бы еще провести немного времени в компании парней, но у меня не оставалось никаких сил и я испытывала дискомфорт внизу живота. Обнявшись со всеми, и обменявшись неловкими благодарностями за проверенное вместе время, я направилась домой.

Я решила обойтись без душа, чтобы не разбудить Аленку и Игоря и избежать лишних вопросов.

Впереди оставалось еще три дня моих испанских каникул.