The Naughty Girls of Kazantip
1.
The hot Kazantip noon crashed down on the beach with a heavy haze. The air shimmered over the scorching sand, and the distant rhythm of festival music pulsed in the chest like a second heart. A crowd of young bodies swayed by the shore, but in this corner, under a bright umbrella, its own rules reigned.
had long been removed and tossed aside: the smoothly shaved skin between her legs openly glistened in the sun.Next to her, lying on her back, was Irina — her body was slightly fuller, the muscles of her thighs and abs softly visible under her tanned skin, betraying a gym habit. Long blonde hair was splayed over her shoulders, a small snake tattoo adorned her left thigh. Irina's breasts were fuller, her nipples dark and large, and she too had long since gotten rid of her bra. Between her legs — a perfectly smooth, shaved pubis, a bead of sweat rolled down the inner side of her thigh and was lost in the sand.
They were lazily sipping cocktails from plastic cups when they noticed him.
— Oh, look, our prince on a white... well, a steel steed, — Irina drawled in a low voice, propping herself up on an elbow. Her breasts swayed, and she deliberately didn't cover up. — Lyosh, are you still hiding in those little panties? We've been free for a long time. And you're still sighing over boys?
Tatyana turned on her side, her slender waist arching, and looked up at him, squinting from the sun.
— Hey, handsome, — she said softly, but with clear mockery. — Still dreaming about boys while we're sunbathing naked here? We figured you out long ago, but you still won't give up. Pity.
Alexey stopped two steps away, crossed his arms over his chest, and smirked.
— Girls, you're incorrigible.
Irina stood up first — slowly, so he had time to examine every line of her toned body. Sand trickled from her thighs, she stretched, arching her back, and her breasts proudly pushed forward.
— Let's go for a swim, — she said, already stepping towards the water. — Or are you afraid your thong won't withstand the view?
— Come on, Lyosha, — she whispered. — Watch how real girls have fun. Maybe you'll learn something — or just cry that it's not your thing.
The two of them, completely naked, entered the water — thighs gleaming, backs arching, asses appetizing and tanned. Irina looked over her shoulder:
— Well, scaredy-cat? Catch up. Or are you just going to stand there in your bulging briefs?
2.
— Well, Lyosha, took you long enough? — she called out brightly. — Afraid we'd eat you? Or just enjoying the view from behind?
Irina stood a bit further out, the water licking her toned stomach. Long blonde hair lay in heavy strands on her shoulders and chest, nipples visible through the wet locks. She bent down, scooped water, and splashed it towards Alexey — droplets hitting his chest and face.
— Hurry up, gay-boy, — Irina chimed in loudly, with a rasp. — Or do you need a special invitation? We're standing here naked waiting, and you're in your little pouch.
Alexey waded deeper, the water rising to his waist, the thong completely soaked and more transparent. He stopped a couple of steps from them, feeling the current gently rocking his body.
— You two are a walking provocation, — he replied, shaking his head. — And you know perfectly well it won't work on me.
Irina approached from behind first — silently, like a predator. Her wet breasts pressed against his back, nipples hard from the cool water. Her arms wrapped around his waist just above the thong, fingers resting on his stomach. She pressed her whole body against him — hips to his buttocks, the smooth shaved skin between her legs pressed against his buttocks.
— Oh, really won't work? — she whispered in his ear, her breath warm despite the water. — But I feel how hot... And that's definitely not just the sea, baby. Maybe you'll try girls after all? We know you're into boys, but what if we're special?
— Poor Lyoshenka, — she said quietly, but with clear derision, looking him straight in the eyes. — Standing between two naked beauties, but thinking about some muscular guy from the beach. We know your secrets... Strong male hands, right? And here, only our soft tits rubbing against you. Pity we're trying in vain.
— Get off me, you perverts, — Alexey laughed, trying to pull away, but not too decisively.
Irina behind him laughed softly, her hands slid lower, fingers hooked the strap of the thong, pulled — just wiggled it between his buttocks, teasing.
— Maybe you'll at least touch us? — she suggested louder. — For comparison. Maybe you'll change your mind? Or are you afraid you'll like it and your whole gay career will collapse?
— Come on, Lyosh, — Tatyana chimed in, splashing water in his face. — At least touch Irina. She likes it when her ass is grabbed. Right, Ir?
Irina pressed harder from behind:
— Yeah, I do. Especially when it's firm. But you can't, poor thing... Only watch.
Tatyana meanwhile swam back a bit and started splashing with Irina — loudly, deliberately, spray flying everywhere. Irina caught Tatyana by the waist, pulled her close, their wet bodies touching completely. Tatyana arched, laughed, and splashed back.
— Look, Lyosha, how we do it, — Tatyana called over her shoulder. — We manage without boys. And you're all alone in your thong...
They circled around Alexey, now approaching, now moving away, naked, gleaming, carefree — and completely confident that he could only watch and blush at their words.
3.
The water was already up to their chests, the gentle waves of Kazantip softly rocking their bodies, hiding everything below the waist in a turquoise haze. The crowd on the beach was far away, the festival music muffled, and here, in this small circle, the air seemed thicker from the heat and tension. Tatyana and Irina surrounded Alexey tightly — like predators playing with prey they don't intend to eat but want to bring to trembling.
Alexey shuddered, tried to pull away, but the water held him in place.
— Girls... enough, — he exhaled, but his voice trembled.
Irina from behind pressed closer — her toned body was firm, thigh muscles tensed. Her breasts pressed into his back, nipples sliding over the wet skin. She hugged him with one arm around the waist, and sent the other lower — fingers slipped under the back strap of the thong, parted his buttocks and began moving her middle finger along the sensitive strip between them. Slowly, pressing, but not penetrating — just teasing, circling around the entrance, lightly pressing with the tip.
— Oh, Lyosh, how tense you are here, — she whispered hoarsely in his ear, biting his earlobe. — Relax... We know you like it from behind. Do boys do that? We can do better. Feel my finger? It wants inside, but for now it's just caressing...
Tatyana sped up the movement of her hand — now she was jerking him off rhythmically, the water splashed quietly, hiding everything. Her fingers squeezed tighter, her palm slid along the entire length, her thumb rubbing the head each time, smearing the first drops. She pressed her chest against his, her nipples rubbing against him.
— Look at me, gay-boy, — she said mockingly, but her eyes shone with excitement. — I feel it pulsing... So hard. Maybe we'll convince you after all? Or will you cum from two lesbians milking you?
Irina meanwhile increased the pressure from behind — her finger now slid deeper between his buttocks, pressing against the entrance, but still not entering. She moved her hips, her smooth shaved pussy rubbing against his buttocks under the water.
— And I'm thinking, — she added louder, — that you'll cum now and be thinking of us, not your boys. Imagine: we've got you from both sides... Tanya jerking you off in front, me caressing your hole from behind... Too bad you're not into girls, or we'd fuck you for real.
— Come on, Lyosh, don't hold back... Cum in the water from our hands. We won't tell anyone that even a gay guy couldn't resist naked lesbians.
Irina pressed her finger harder, slightly entering with the tip — just enough to make his whole body shudder.
— Or are you afraid you'll like it? — she whispered. — We're just playing... But you're already floating away, I can feel it.
Alexey closed his eyes, his breathing ragged — their hands worked in sync, the water hid the movements, but tension hung thick and hot in the air. The girls exchanged a glance over his shoulder and smiled — they knew they'd bring him to the edge but wouldn't let him finish. It was their favorite game: teasing to trembling the one who would never be theirs.
4.
The water was already up to their necks, the gentle waves of Kazantip hiding everything below the chest, and the distant rhythm of the festival music — a heavy, pulsating hum — penetrated even here, making bodies move involuntarily to the beat. Tatyana and Irina were no longer just teasing — their cheeks were flushed, breathing ragged, eyes shining with real, burning arousal. They released Alexey for a moment, leaving him in the now-tight thong where his cock stood firm under the wet fabric, pulsing from the previous caresses and tension.
Tatyana turned her back to Irina, her petite body pressing tightly against her friend's toned chest. Irina wrapped both arms around her waist — firmly, possessively, fingers digging into the skin just below the navel — and began moving to the music: hips forward-back, powerful, rhythmic thrusts, mimicking sex. Her smooth shaved pussy rubbed against Tatyana's firm buttocks under the water, her clitoris sliding over the skin, creating a hot, arousing friction. Tatyana arched like a bow, threw her head back onto Irina's shoulder, short hair wet and clinging to her neck, droplets running down her collarbones.
— Oh yes, Ir... fuck me harder, — Tatyana moaned loudly, so Alexey could hear every word, her voice trembling with real desire. She began to respond — pushing her ass back, meeting each thrust, the water splashed between them with a soft smacking sound. — Tight... let our gay boy watch how you take me... without his dick, without any boys...
Irina laughed hoarsely, one hand slid up and roughly squeezed Tatyana's small breast, fingers pinching her nipple, twisting it hard, to the point of slight pain. The other hand went lower, under the water — fingers found Tatyana's clitoris and began rubbing it in circles, fast, mercilessly.
— Look, Lyosha, — Irina breathed over her shoulder, not slowing the pace of her thrusts. Her toned hips worked like pistons, the tattoo on her thigh visible under the water. — This is how real lesbians fuck... I enter her with my whole body, feel how she's flowing... And you can only stand and jerk off in your briefs.
Tatyana moaned louder, her body trembled, she turned her head and sank into Irina's lips — a greedy, wet kiss with tongues, saliva mixing with seawater. Their movements sped up: Irina fucked her with her hips, fingers rubbed her clitoris without stopping, Tatyana writhed, nipples rubbing against her friend's hand.
Alexey stood a step away, breathing heavily, the thong stretched painfully tight. He couldn't look away — the sight was hypnotic, hot, unbearable.
Irina tore her lips from Tatyana's, looked at him through half-closed eyes and nodded back, presenting her ass invitingly.
— Come here, Lyosh... press against me from behind, — she commanded in a low, lust-filled voice. — Join our chain. Become part of the centipede. Want to feel us cum?
Alexey stepped close — his chest pressed against Irina's back, the wet thong digging into her buttocks, his hard cock sliding between them through the fabric. He wrapped his arms around Irina, his palms landing on Tatyana's breasts over Irina's hands — squeezed the small, firm tits roughly, fingers twisting the nipples, pulling them. Irina moaned louder, pushed her ass back harder, feeling his hardness.
— That's it... good toy, — Irina whispered, starting to move her whole body — the thrusts transmitted through the chain: from Alexey to Irina, from Irina to Tatyana. — Jerk yourself off through your briefs, Lyosh... if you want. And lick me — neck, shoulders, whatever you can reach. Just the rules: don't take off your briefs, don't take out your cock — we don't need it. Don't put fingers inside us — that's only for girls. But squeeze our tits as much as you want, lick us, bite us... Come on, gay-boy, poke me from behind through the fabric while I fuck Tanya.
Tatyana arched more, her moan echoed in Alexey:
— Yes, Lyosh... move... feel how Irina is pounding me... and jerk off while you squeeze my tits. Too bad you can't reach me with your lips — too far...
Alexey began to move — hips forward, his cock rubbed against Irina's buttocks through the wet thong, the friction was torturous, hot. He leaned down, his lips touched Irina's neck — licked the salty skin, bit her earlobe, then her shoulder. His hands kneaded the breasts of Tatyana, then Irina, fiercely, passionately, to the beat of the distant music. He just couldn't kiss Tatyana — the chain was long, the brunette remained out of reach, only her moans and tremors transmitted through Irina.
Irina sped everything up: the thrusts became harsher, the fingers on Tatyana's clitoris flew, her own pussy rubbed against her friend's ass and felt Alexey's pressure from behind.
— Fuck... yes... cumming... — Tatyana exhaled first, her body seized by a spasm, she trembled violently, water splashed around.
Irina followed seconds later — a moan escaped her lips, her hips pushed back, pressing against Alexey, her orgasm rolled through her in a wave.
Alexey was on the edge, but they didn't let him finish — Irina pushed back with her ass, breaking the chain, both girls laughed, panting.
— Good boy, — Irina said, turning to him, face flushed, satisfied. — Come to the foam party tonight. It'll be dark, foam up to the neck... We'll continue. Maybe we'll even let you do more — if you're obedient.
Tatyana winked, still trembling:
— Yeah, Lyosh... foam party, cool. Naked bodies in foam, no one will see... Come. We'll find you.
5.
Evening at Kazantip turned into a mad whirlwind of light and sound. The foam party raged on the main stage: lasers cut the night darkness, the bass thundered so powerfully it vibrated in the bones, and thick white foam gushed from huge cannons — up to the neck, up to the chest, hiding bodies in a milky, slippery cloud. A crowd of naked and half-naked bodies rubbed against each other, moaned to the music, disappeared and reappeared in the foam, like in a wet, depraved dream. The air was heavy with sweat, arousal, and sweet smoke.
Alexey, having stripped, made his way through this mass in his erotic thong — the fabric soaked with