A Trip to the Sea. Part Two
Oleg's lips pressed against Lyudmila's with such tenderness that she momentarily forgot where she was. His kiss was slow, wet, drawing out every sigh, every trembling exhale from her. His hands slid over her body, embracing her waist, then moving lower, to her hips, his fingers slightly digging into her soft flesh as if afraid she would disappear. His tongue slipped between her lips, exploring, playing with her tongue until she responded in kind, her body relaxing, surrendering to the moment.
— You're so beautiful when you relax," he whispered in her ear, his voice low, hoarse with arousal. "Get on your knees. I want to feel
your lips around me.His words burned her, and Lyudmila obediently slid down, her knees softly touching the carpet. She didn't have time to realize how much her hands were trembling as she took his cock in her palm. It was heavy, hot, pulsing in her fingers. She ran her tongue over the head, collecting a drop of pre-cum, and heard Oleg sharply inhale.
— God..." His hands gripped her hair, gently but insistently guiding her head forward.
Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth, letting him slide deeper. Her tongue enveloped him, massaging from below until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged but didn't pull away, her saliva running down his shaft, lubricating every inch. His moans grew louder, his hips began to move impatiently, thrusting his cock deeper into her throat.
— Yes, just like that..." His voice broke as she wrapped her hand around the base, squeezing and releasing her fingers in rhythm with the movements of her lips. "You suck so well, Lyuda...
Suddenly, his hands tightened in her hair, and he pulled her head back sharply. She gasped for air, her lips glistening with saliva, her eyes clouded with desire. Not giving her a chance to recover, Oleg scooped her up in his arms and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her back, her legs still trembling from the sudden movement, but he was already over her, his hands roughly spreading her thighs.
— You're so wet," he murmured, his breath a hot stream against her crotch. "I want to feel you come on my tongue.
His mouth descended on her pussy, and Lyudmila squealed, her back arching as his tongue slipped between her folds. He caressed her clit with circular motions, now gentle, now insistent, his fingers penetrating her at the same time, stretching her, making her moan louder and louder. She grabbed the sheets, her legs trembling, trying to close around his head, but he only pressed closer, his tongue working without pause.
— Olezhek... I... I can't..." her voice broke into a cry as his teeth lightly squeezed her clit and his fingers found that spot inside that sent electricity through her body.
He didn't answer, only intensified the assault, his tongue moving faster, his fingers driving her to madness. She felt her orgasm building like a wave, unstoppable, all-consuming. Her scream echoed through the compartment, her body shuddered in convulsions, and he kept licking her, sucking out every spasm, every trembling sigh.
Not letting her recover, Oleg rose to his knees and flipped her onto her stomach. His hands roughly pulled her hips up, forcing her onto all fours. She felt his cock press against her entrance, thick, impatient.
She didn't have time to respond before he entered her with one sharp thrust. Her body stretched around him, filled to the brim, and she cried out, her fingers digging into the sheets. He didn't stop, his hips slamming against her ass with dull, slapping sounds, each impact drowning out her moans.
— You're so tight... so hot..." His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks. "You were made for this, Lyuda. To be fucked like a whore." His words only inflamed her more. She threw her head back, her hair sticking to her sweaty face, her mouth open in a silent scream. She felt his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust, his cock rubbing against her walls, hitting that very spot that made her body begin to tremble.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the compartment door. Her eyes flew open, and she turned, trying to see what was happening. She immediately looked at her daughter's bunk, but Elina was fast asleep. In reality, Elina wasn't moving, her gaze fixed on their bodies locked in wild passion. Lyudmila wanted to say something, but Oleg thrust into her again with such force that her voice broke into a moan. The scene was stunning: a mature, beautiful woman with slender legs spread and a firm, upturned ass, standing obediently on all fours, being fucked by some dirty provincial brute.
Oleg carefully inserted his cock; the woman's vagina tightened into a dense, tight ring around him, but this time it was easier for her to take this giant. After the first penetration, her pussy had stretched a bit, but Lyudmila was still feverish with tension, her legs treacherously buckling, sweat pouring down her body in streams. When his cock was fully inside her, she bit her lip, but the pain was already tolerable and not as sharp. Two adult strangers merged in one ecstasy, in one impulse, noticing nothing around them. The man, grabbing her ass, began to speed up his movements; the mother started to meet his thrusts and, arching her back, whispered, "Oooh, goood, so gooood... yeees, harder... harder... fuuuck me... fuuuck me, aah." But he didn't bother to answer her; the man with a reddening face and bulging eyes continued to fuck the woman frenziedly. This went on for about 5–10 minutes; the noise of the table rocking, slapping sounds, sweet moans, and joyful exclamations filled the entire compartment, or perhaps the entire carriage. Suddenly, Oleg abruptly pulled out of the mother, quickly removed the condom, and began to jerk off in front of Lyudmila's face, and after a while, a triumphant cry, like a lion's roar, echoed through the compartment... Oleg had come on Lyudmila's face.
— Mom..." Elina's whisper was full of desire; her gaze slid over Lyudmila's face, covered in semen, and this sight pushed her to the edge.
Elina wanted to say something, wanted to stop it, but her body was still trembling from her own pleasure, and her mind was clouded. She could only watch as her mother came; her own fingers began to plunge into her wet pussy, her body shuddering in quiet spasms until she went limp, her breathing ragged, her eyes fixed on her mother. And Elina experienced such an orgasm from masturbation as if Oleg had been having her, not her mother...