Ambulance

Andrey sat on the sun-warmed yellow sand, a towel draped over his lower abdomen, and, watching the pretty figure of a girl passing by, thought that the idea of going to a nudist beach after two months of abstinence was utterly idiotic. The abundance of female bodies of various ages and beauty, but equally naked, all around was causing a very specific reaction, not allowing him to lie down except face down, nor even simply approach the water.

Ideally, he should have left this place and moved to a regular beach. But that meant crawling along the dirt road to the highway and then spending another forty minutes driving back in the opposite direction in an overheated, thanks to the air conditioner that died yesterday, metal box. A prospect that didn't appeal to Andryukha at all.

There was, however, another option: to quickly run to the water, which would both hide and cool his body's "potential capabilities." But, firstly, sooner or later he would have to return to the shore and the same problems, and secondly, he still had to get to the safe depth. Even though Andrey had moved aside towards the bushes, people were still milling about nearby. Some walking past, then others. And it would be fine if they were only adult women. He could have somehow slipped past them. They'd probably seen it all before. Nothing to surprise them with. But there were also very young girls nearby, who had come with their parents. He couldn't scare children with his "bayonet charge."

Still, Andrey kept looking around, hoping to seize a moment to at least run for a swim, since he had come. And then, it seemed luck smiled on him. He had calmed down a bit and wilted, and the crowd had thinned out. Perfect timing. But as soon as Andrey began to get up, a group of young girls emerged from behind the bushes. About six or seven of them. His body immediately reacted to their shapely figures, firm breasts, slender legs, and other attributes with a welcoming command of "raise the flag," and Andrey hurriedly plopped back down, covering himself with the towel again. "Damn! What lousy timing. Well, maybe they'll run past now, and I'll still have time while there's no one around."

But it wasn't to be. The girls, exchanging glances, slowed down near the sitting guy.

"Hi!" a tall blonde, who seemed to be the ringleader of the group, grinned cheekily at him. "Bored? Come swimming with us."

"Well, I... kind of wanted to warm up for now," Andryukha mumbled in confusion, caught off guard.

"Uh-huh," the stranger smirked, shooting a glance at the towel. "And covered your little friend with a blanket for warmth."

The girls burst out laughing.

"Alright, alright. You got me blushing," Andrey surrendered. "It's just been a while without female affection, and there's such beauty all around..."

"Look at that, not afraid to admit it," a lively gray-eyed girl leaned towards him, teasing his gaze with two pleasant convexities. "Why is there no one to give you affection then?"

"The one who used to," Andrey gave a crooked smile, "decided her career was more important and took off for an internship at a foreign firm in Moscow. With the intention of staying there afterwards."

"Look at that," the gray-eyed girl knelt down so close to the guy that his "barometer indicator" involuntarily moved into the area of "highest pressure." "Didn't start spreading his fingers, like 'she dumped me.' Told the truth honestly. That deserves a reward."

__PART__"And what kind?" Andrey forced himself with difficulty not to let his gaze slide from the girl's face to the enticing rounded hemispheres of her breasts.

"Well, consider that you've won a session of emergency assistance," the gray-eyed girl said, rising and pulling the guy up with her. "Get up. Don't be afraid, we'll cover you."

The girls moved closer, forming a ring. Andrey rose from the sand, not quite understanding what they wanted from him. Freed from the towel, his little friend joyfully looked up at the sky.

"What a handsome one," the gray-eyed girl carefully and tenderly touched the male toy with her fingers. "Can't torment something like that for long. Lika, it's your turn... to help."

A short, dark-haired girl, apparently the youngest in the group, without arguing, quickly knelt before Andrey. The next second, Andrey shuddered, feeling his warrior penetrate the hot girlish mouth. The remaining girls stood even closer, hiding what was happening from prying eyes.

"O-oh," escaped Andryukha's lips involuntarily. "O-o-o. O-oh-h..."

The girls standing near him, helping their friend, stroked and kissed Andrey. He hugged them back, touching their shapely shoulders and firm breasts, but all his sensations were concentrated there, where a tight ring of tender lips embraced his shaft, now taking it into the teasing, beckoning mouth, now releasing it. The girl's slender fingers played with the guy's balls, hurrying the ripening juice of male love to spill out. Andrey moaned and, losing control, thrust his hips towards the girlish caress. Lika shuddered from his "thrusts" but didn't release the toy, continuing to diligently suck it. The sharp peaks of her young breasts bounced in time with the guy's thrusts. Holding the shaft with her hand, she slid her lips up and down it, noticing nothing around. Andrey also paid no attention to anything else anymore. His "stallion," having found a desired rider after a long break, was rapidly racing towards the finish line. One more moment and stars would flash in broad daylight.

"A-a-a!"

Andrey, jerking his whole body, shot directly into Lika's mouth. Again, and again, and again. The girl, enduring a couple of "volleys" and feeling the guy's supply was too much for her, released the shaft, now helping him only with her hand. White, hot splashes flew from Andryukha's shaft onto her chest, stomach, shoulders. Finally, the guy was spent. The weapon in Lika's palm ceased fire and, losing its former firmness, began to shrink in size. Andrey, breathing heavily, opened his eyes. Lika, catching his gaze, smiled, then quickly jumped up, kissed the guy on the cheek, and ran off, covering with her hands the white, sticky beads that now adorned her.

"Well, there," the blonde laughed, looking at Andrey. "Now we can take you swimming."

"Think our 'first aid' will last him long?" the gray-eyed girl looked at her friend doubtfully.

"We'll see," she waved it off lightly. "The procedure can be repeated, after all. Let's go!"

The girls, grabbing Andryukha by the hands, dragged him along, raced through the shallows raising a cloud of spray, and together plunged into the enticing, cool depths. The others followed them with laughter and squeals. A wave of cheerful tussle and commotion rolled away from the beach, returned, and splashed onto the shore.

"Oh, that's good!" Andrey, fighting back, tumbled out of the heap and flopped onto his stomach on the heated sand.

Immediately, one of the frisky girls mounted him from above and spurred him with her heels.

"Giddy up, horsie!"

A wet after-swim pussy slid along his lower back, and cool hillocks of breasts pressed against his shoulder blades.

"Hey-hey, girls," Andrey protested, "knock it off. You'll run off now, and I'll be left... with 'a proudly raised mood.' We're not alone here."

"Then come swim to the island with us, there's no one there," the gray-eyed girl said with lazy grace, sinking down next to him and giving the guy a sly look. "We can organize a repeat treatment session. A comprehensive one."

"With doctors like these, I'd go to the ends of the earth," Andrey smiled. "But what will we sail on?"

"Look, Lika's waving to you from the boat."

"At least tell me your name?" the gray-eyed girl playfully nudged Andryukha. "Otherwise, my mom forbids me from riding in a boat with strange men."

The giggly girls immediately burst out laughing.

"Andrey," the guy smiled back. "And what are your names, obedient girls?"

The question caused a second wave of laughter.

"I'm Yana. She," the girl, having finished laughing, nodded towards the blonde, "is Zhanna. On my side at the oars is Marina. Well, and you already know Lika."

Andrey nodded, watching as the girl sitting opposite him leaned forward, raising the oar, then leaned back, opening herself to the male gaze. The position they were in during their so-called "acquaintance" on the shore wasn't conducive to studying each other, and to be honest, Andryukha wasn't really in the mood for that at the moment. But now he was admiring the pretty girl with pleasure. Perhaps, if he had to choose, out of all of them, he would have preferred Lika. However, he wasn't at all sure that their chance meeting would have any continuation.

"We're here," Lika announced meanwhile, skillfully back-paddling before a small shoal. "Andryush, help us dock."

Andrey carefully slipped overboard and, walking waist-deep in water, guided the little vessel to a narrow strip of sand. Zhanna jumped ashore before the others and immediately beckoned the guy to follow her.

"Come on, quick. While the others disembark and tie up the boat, I'll be first."

Andrey, without arguing, followed the blonde. Jumping onto a narrow clearing hidden from the water by bushes, Zhanna, laughing, fell into the low grass and, rolling onto her back, stretched her hands out to him. Andrey collapsed next to her with a thud. Embracing, they rolled on the ground until the girl triumphantly mounted the guy.

"I won, you're my prize!"

Zhanna pressed against his lips, searching for the reviving male toy. Andrey's palms squeezed the warm balls of her breasts, making the girl moan softly. Her small fist deftly grasped the growing "tree" of the guy, sliding up and down it. Once, twice. Warmed by female affection, the shaft proudly straightened, like a ship unfurling its sails, and, guided by the tender hand of the golden-haired "pilot," entered the harbor created for it by nature. The girl arched her back, freezing for a brief sweet moment, then commanded "full speed ahead" to the frigate that had entered her "harbor."

The other adventure seekers who ran out onto the clearing after them found the runaway already galloping on the young stallion at full speed. Not at all upset by this, the girls fell into the grass next to the lying couple. Marina was the first to press her lips to Andrey's, and Lika with gray-eyed Yana were already hurrying to replace her. The tickling silk of hair, the light intoxicating aroma of perfume playfully enveloped the guy. Andrey's hands felt the ripe flesh of young breasts, the velvety skin of thighs, the firm roundness of buttocks. And on his "steed," screaming and breathing heavily, Zhanna galloped. Bathed in the caresses of several beauties at once, Andrey couldn't properly help her, but the girl confidently found her own way to the finish line. Her lower abdomen shuddered, meeting the male force, her thighs squeezed the guy's sides more and more often and tightly. Finally, the blonde shuddered, breaking rhythm, lunged towards the guy, taking the toy as deep as possible, froze on it, rocking slightly. Then, with short, sharp thrusts, she resumed the attack and, letting out a drawn-out moan, fell silent, watering the "flower growing in her garden" with grateful nectar.

Yana, noticing that her friend had achieved her goal, slipped behind the backs of the girls who continued to play with the guy. And soon Andrey felt that his "relay baton" had been passed to another runner. Now Yana was in charge of the captured toy, and Andrey hugged and kissed Lika and Marina.

"Can you help me, like I helped you on the shore?" Lika suddenly whispered hotly in his ear.

"Of course I can. Only, maybe you'd prefer there?" Andrey indicated with his eyes the place currently occupied by the gray-eyed girl.

"I can't go there," Lika laughed slyly and simultaneously with embarrassment. "I'm still a girl."

"Well, I'll be! You never know," Andrey snorted to himself. But he said nothing aloud, invitingly stretching out his hands.

Before his face were indeed tightly locked gates to a maiden secret yet unknown to anyone. However, the burning desire in Lika was visibly marked on them by the moist sheen of lubrication, droplets of which, unable to be contained, rolled out as transparent beads. Andrey touched this beauty with his lips, Lika gasped and spread her knees wider, striving to press closer to the guy's face. Andrey grasped the girl's thighs and moved upward, teasing the juicy flesh of her forbidden fruit with his tongue. Lika quietly squeaked in time with his caress. And behind her back, Yana continued to move broadly on the guy's rod. Andrey, busy with Lika, couldn't see her, but felt how the pace and sharpness of Yana's attacks were increasing, heard the intermittent gasps of the girl's uneven breathing. She was clearly approaching her climax. Andrey felt similar signs in himself but hoped to manage to give the girl the joy of a sweet finish before he shot himself.

And so it happened. Yana, crying out, impaled herself on the shaft with all her might. And then for a while she rocked gently on it, slightly rising and falling. When she slid off the guy, he felt that his "flower" was again thoroughly watered by the rain that had poured in the magical female garden. However, this watering was immediately dried by someone's diligent mouth, which sheltered the guy's toy. Andrey didn't see if it was Yana or Marina, who had waited her turn. Continuing to caress Lika, who was writhing under his tongue, he only shuddered, feeling how his cared-for shaft, alternately disappearing in female mouths, filled with juice.

"A-oooh..."

Andrey couldn't hold back a moan when the wave of pleasure that came over him was so intense that it darkened his vision. Convulsively squeezing his buttocks, the guy gifted the mouth with his juice, portion by portion. He didn't even know whose mouth it was, and he didn't care.

"A-aah..."

"A-ah..."

The bud blooming in female mouths gradually wilted, and finally, the girlfriends playing with him left it. Andrey, blissfully smiling, caught his breath and again touched with his tongue the girlish treasure box hovering above him. Its slightly opened from excitement entrance shone with droplets of saliva and lubrication. The guy's tongue, penetrating between the folds, went from the very bottom to the tender, sensitive bud crowning the entrance, played with it, and repeated the path again. Lika arched back, breathing frequently and intermittently. The legs embraced by Andrey noticeably trembled. It was clear that her "rain" was also not far off. Andrey, straightening his arms, covered the girl's breasts with his palms, squeezed their tender flesh, released them, covered them again. Lika moaned aloud, pressing against the guy's face with all her might.

"Andryusha, more... more, good boy. I'm... almost there!"

Lika collapsed forward, lowering her head onto her hands. Her thighs clenched and unclenched over Andrey, her lower abdomen slid over the guy's face, and from the slightly opened gates of the juice-filled pussy, sticky light droplets peeked out cautiously, hanging on thin threads.

Andrey, gently stroking the girl's thighs, waited for her to calm down. Finally, she rose on her hands and shifted back, sliding from the guy's face onto his chest.

"Thank you, good boy! That was so great!" She leaned down and kissed Andrey firmly. Then she laughed quietly. "And now you have my mark on your chest."

"It's okay," Andrey smiled, "I'll swim, it'll wash off."

Embracing the girl, he pulled her to him and kissed her back.

"Well, now confess, what does all this mean?"

"What do you mean, Andryush?" Lika made surprised eyes, leaning back, clearly trying to slip away, but the guy's hands held her firmly.

"About your 'emergency assistance.' What kind of trick is this?"

"Big deal, the girls decided to have some fun," Lika shrugged with exaggerated indifference. "Didn't you like it?"

"I liked it. Very much," Andrey nodded, looking mockingly at the girl lying on him. "Only this kind of fun doesn't suit you. You know, I could still believe that Yana and Zhanna missed having a man. Although it's unlikely to the extent of lying down with just anyone. But a virgin who's so desperate that she's ready to give a guy a blowjob right on the beach – that's pure fantasy. And to a complete stranger at that."

"Not just any stranger," Lika flashed her eyes passionately. "We chose..."

She cut herself off, realizing she had blurted out too much. But it was too late.

"I see," Andrey drawled. "More and more interesting. So you chose. How and why? Is this some kind of bet? Tell me."

"How, how did we choose? We watched from behind the bushes. We liked you," Lika said with a miserable look, averting her gaze, as if shrinking in the guy's hands. "It's not a bet, Andryush, but it's similar. Forfeits."

"What?"

"Forfeits. You know, that funny game where everyone gets a task. Usually to sing or dance. And we, my girlfriends and I, to make it more interesting, decided to come up with all sorts of indecent things. For example, lose a bra in the pool in front of strange guys or stand in front of a store window in just a raincoat over a naked body and take a picture with it open. Like an advertisement."

"Funny," Andrey laughed.

"Yeah. Only I got the most idiotic one: give a blowjob in a public place. I refused immediately. Better jump off a bridge into a river than do something like that in the middle of the street. But the girlfriends persuaded me. Said I had to keep my word, and they would cover for me, help. So they came up with this 'emergency assistance' on a wild beach. They laughed, said it would be cool, a laugh. Zhanna and Yana got so carried away they decided to fuck the 'patient' afterwards, arranged to take a boat. You know the rest."

Lika finally dared to look at Andrey and smiled uncertainly.

"I was so ashamed there on the shore that I was afraid to look you in the eye. I just sucked like a machine, just to get it over with quickly. And ran away immediately. And at first, I didn't want to go with you in the boat. But then, already in the boat, I saw you looking at me, and thought: why should only Yana and Zhanna have all the fun, and decided to participate too. If I did it, let me have some too. After all, I didn't offend you, right?"

"No, of course not," Andrey kissed the girl and loosened his embrace, throwing his hands behind his head. "It was very pleasant. Both then and now. It's just a pity that it all turned out to be just a game. I liked you."

"I liked you too. Only..." Lika, sliding off Andrey, knelt beside him. "Only I don't know what to tell you, Andryusha. We barely saw each other. And what you might think of me after such an 'acquaintance,' I'm even afraid to imagine."

"I don't think anything," Andrey sighed tiredly, turning away. "Alright, Lika. Go to your friends, and don't wait for me. I'll get back myself."

"How will you? It's far."

"I swim well."

Lika sat next to him for a few more seconds, then got up and, taking a few uncertain steps forward, looked back.

"Don't be angry with us... With me."

She seemed to want to add something else but, not finding the right words, turned and disappeared behind the bushes. Andrey continued to lie, looking at the sky. After about five minutes, he got up and, surveying the empty clearing, smiled sadly.

"Session over. Ward available. Who's next?"

Making his way through the bushes, he came out onto the strip of sand by the water. The boat hurrying to the shore was already far away, but Andrey was noticed from it immediately. Four hands rose into the air together, waving a greeting to the guy. Andrey waved back. Deep down, a faint hope suddenly flickered that the boat would turn around now, returning for him. But the girls swung the oars again, and the boat ran further away from the island.

"Well, to hell with you," Andrey muttered.

Maybe it was for the best. A kind of English exit. Without unnecessary, needless words. It was, and it's gone.

Carefully stepping on the unfamiliar bottom, he entered the water, pushed off, and with even, powerful strokes swam forward, occasionally glancing at the slowly approaching shore. The boat soon disappeared from view. He wasn't really watching it anyway. Why bother? He had to swim for a long time. Reaching the shallows, the guy stood for a while, catching his breath, then, without hurrying, went to the clothes folded on the sand. The girls, of course, were long gone. Andrey bent down for his jeans. In principle, now, thanks to the girls for the acquired "peace of mind," he could calmly stay to swim and sunbathe. It's just that for some reason, he didn't want to.

"Hey, buddy," a little man dozing over a tray of souvenir and chip trinkets called out to him as Andrey, carrying his clothes under his arm, walked to the car. "That wasn't your stuff lying over there by those bushes, was it?"

"Yeah, mine," Andryukha stopped.

"Then take this," the little man handed the guy a folded postcard. "A girl asked me to give it to you."

"What girl?"

"What girl, what girl," the man, not inclined to conversation, grumbled irritably. "A naked one. There aren't any other kind here."

Shrugging, Andrey opened the postcard and, to the seller's surprise, laughed cheerfully. On the white spread, a flower made from lipstick imprints blazed with bright petals, and below it, an ambulance drawn with sparse marker strokes shone like a beacon. And on its side, instead of the familiar "03" (the Russian emergency number), a telephone number shone like a ray of hope.

Georgiy Bek.

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