Jessica sat in the passenger seat of the black Mercedes. Her arse tingled slightly, and she knew her pussy was swollen. She glanced at Ian, the hunky blond pornstar who sat beside her in the driver's seat, wondering if the handsome hunk wanted her as much as she wanted him. As they left Corfu Town, the traffic was dreadful, and Ian swore softly under his breath, his eyes fixed on the road. She decided to leave questions of sex until he was less distracted.

In the back seat, Helen and Philippe whispered together. Helen giggled occasionally. Jessica sat back and relaxed, basking in the memories of filthy, sweaty sex. She smiled to herself. She had definitely broadened her horizons; two complete strangers had fucked her, reamed her arse, and double-penetrated her. And all on camera. Jessica could hardly wait to practise her new skills with Helen's father.

The car jolted over a pothole, and Jessica's eyes jerked open. She realised she must have dozed off as they had left Corfu Town behind and were now heading north on the narrow coast road.

She turned to Ian and smiled. "Where are we?"

Ian glanced over at her. "Almost at Kontokali." He shook his head and drew a deep breath. "It was frustrating, watching you being fucked every which way," Ian said.

Jessica had loved swallowing his cum before the casting, and Ian filming her being fucked repeatedly had aroused her immensely. She smiled apologetically. "I know, and I wanted you to be jealous."

He had been so lovely all day that Jessica was determined to reward him. She felt her arse. Her sphincter was tight once more and only tingled slightly.

She heard Helen's laugh from the back seat. "Come on, Jessica. You've got to let him fuck you!"

Jessica looked at the hunk driving the car. He smiled hopefully.

She nodded, grinning. "I've wanted Ian's dick inside me all day," she said, staring lustfully at Ian but answering Helen.

Philippe laughed. "Insatiable," he said. "And I wouldn't mind destroying Jessica as well."

Jessica glanced back at the slender French pornstar. She preferred muscular hunks, but Philippe had a monster dick. She grinned at him. "Maybe I'll let you."

Ian laughed. "That settles it. If you're really up for it, it's a bit out of our way, but there's a lovely beach that I know? That way, we can have a swim after we fuck."

Jessica was excited. Two more men were going to fuck her, both strangers. Well, Philippe was a stranger; it was hard to count Ian, who had watched her being fucked every which way all day.

Helen laughed. "Oh, just look at her! All flushed and excited. Jessica's well up for it, and so am I."

Jessica smiled bashfully. "I am. Ian deserves a fuck after today."

A few minutes later, Ian turned left past Kontokali Hospital, pausing briefly to let an ambulance - lights flashing - pass. Jessica sat quietly, filled with erotic anticipation, as Ian confidently navigated the narrow, windy roads, making several unmarked turns.

When he turned off onto a narrow single-track road, Ian spoke, "Almost there, but the road gets worse from here."

The tarmac petered out, and they crawled along a pothole-ridden gravel track for a kilometre or so. Finally, the car crunched to a halt at the end of a narrow gravel road. Jessica had butterflies in her stomach, knowing she was about to satisfy her lust for Ian.

"The path's a bit steep, so hardly anyone ever comes here," Ian said.

The two men grabbed heavy carryalls from the boot of the car. They led Helen and Jessica down a precipitous path to the deserted, pebbly beach. The beach was narrow, barely five metres separating the steep scarp they had descended from the waterline. A massive boulder, its surface smooth from the waves, jutted from the waterline halfway along the crescent beach.

Ian pointed to a spot near the boulder. "Over there should do, I think."

They picked their way down the last vertiginous section of the path and along the water's edge, where it was sandy. The men dumped the heavy carryalls and unzipped them.

"You don't mind if we video this, do you?" Philippe asked. He smiled. "If it's good enough, we might even use it."

The two men dug equipment from the bags. Mostly, cameras and tripods, but also the picnic basket and beach towels, familiar from the morning.

Ian set up a camera on a tripod. He peered through the eyepiece. "Perfect," he said. "That rock will look great in the background."

Jessica turned. An enormous, craggy rock thrust out of the sea, large enough that a few straggly trees grew on the summit.

After a few more minutes of fiddling with cameras and a boom microphone, Ian pronounced them ready. Jessica glanced around. The beach towels had been laid out surrounded by six cameras, covering all angles. Another two cameras were set up by the large boulder. She grinned, knowing the men had some filthy plan in mind.

Philippe smiled. "Time for some fun," he said to Jessica. "But I'd better let Ian fuck you first."

Helen and Jessica walked hand-in-hand onto the beach towels arranged in the middle of the cameras where Philippe waited. Helen's hand released Jessica's as the buxom, blue-eyed blond turned towards Philippe.

She glanced over at where Ian still fiddled with a camera. He noticed her attention and grinned. Ever since she sat in the Mercedes in the morning, she had wanted Ian. Watching his jealous, lustful face as Brad fucked her had aroused Jessica enormously, increasing her desire. Jessica quickly stripped, removing her bronze-coloured, sparkly dress, black panties and high heels. Ian approached her, grinning, carrying a bottle of suntan lotion.

When Ian was in reach, she leaned forward and kissed him. Her hands fumbled at the buttons of his shirt, which was quickly removed, revealing his bronzed, muscular chest, covered in fine sun-bleached hairs. His strong hands gently rubbed oil onto her body, starting with her back. Ian reached around her body, and his fingers tweaked her hard nipples before oil was rubbed in. The oily hands slowly worked down her nubile body, reaching her waist.

When his hands massaged her bum and a finger probed her tight slit, Jessica sighed. "That feels lovely."

Ian's hands lingered over Jessica's slit and arse. His fingers probed her orifices, teasing her.

"You still feel very tight," Ian said. He laughed. "Even after all that brutal pounding."

Jessica was proud that she'd stood up so well to the day's events and couldn't wait to feel Ian's monster inside her. She rubbed oil into his muscular, hairy chest as Ian took off his trousers and boxer shorts.

Helen giggled nearby. When Jessica glanced over, she saw her friend was now naked and on her knees, inhaling Philippe's enormous boner. Jessica turned back to Ian, helping coat him in oil. Once they were both naked, glistening and protected from the intense sun, she also dropped to her knees.

Ian's circumcised dick was already erect. Jessica reached out a hand and gently wanked his shaft. Her head bent forward, and she took his tip into her mouth, closing her lips around his fat shaft.

She bobbed her head, sucking hard, as her hand wanked his shaft. It wasn't long before Ian was moaning softly with pleasure. His strong hands rested against the back of her head. Her hand released his hot, stiff shaft, and both hands grabbed his muscular buttocks. Jessica pushed forward, slowly taking his monster into her mouth. When she felt the familiar gagging as his tip brushed her tonsils, she tilted her head slightly, and her head continued its advance. Ian's long weapon slid hotly down her throat until her nose pressed against his groin.

Ian groaned. "Enough," he said. "I want to come inside you, not in your mouth."

Jessica held herself there, with Ian's dick down her throat, until she needed to breathe. She pulled back, letting his thick cock leave her mouth. She grinned up at him, gasping for air.

"That would be perfect," Jessica said, leering.

The deeply tanned blond man stepped away from her. Jessica admired his firm, naked flesh - and the lack of tan lines - as he rearranged their rucked-up beach towel and wandered around, checking the screens of the several cameras. He stood on the beach towel, leaned forward and kissed Jessica passionately. When they broke, he stared lustfully into her eyes, grinning.

"Ride me first, gorgeous."

The man lay on his back facing Jessica. She knelt on the beach towel with her knees straddling his. She bent over and briefly sucked the tip of his rigid flagpole. Jessica grinned, knowing his weapon would soon be inside her. Ian's enormous dick bobbed along her torso as she crawled, slowly and teasingly, towards his handsome face. She stopped when her face was above Ian's.

Jessica was tempted to rest intimately against him, but she was desperate to feel his dick inside her. Instead, she pecked him on the lips and sat up, resting her weight on his upper thighs, with his dick waving proudly erect between her legs. Jessica lifted herself, and her hand guided his tip between her swollen outer lips. She leered down at Ian, with his dick poised at her moist entrance.

"I've wanted this all day," she said.

Ian glanced at his dick and looked up at her face, beaming. "I almost came in my pants when I was filming, I wanted you so badly."

Jessica slowly lowered herself, enjoying every erotic moment: Ian's groan as his tip forced its way inside, then every inch of him slowly penetrating further and further inside, gloriously stretching her tight, teenage cunt. She tried to extend the moment, but too soon, her weight rested on his groin, and his monster was hilt-deep, pressing against her cervix.

As she was impaling herself, Philippe lay next to her on another towel, almost touching Ian. Helen positioned herself astride Philippe, facing Jessica. Helen leered at her, glancing down at where Ian's monster drove into her wet minge.

"Does it meet expectations?" her buxom slutty friend asked.

Jessica sighed contentedly. "Oh yes. Not as fat as your dad's, but just as long."

Helen laughed, shaking her head. "I can't believe Dad's that big."

Jessica just laughed and leered down at Ian. "God, I love your monstrous dick." She grinned. "Her father's only slightly fatter."

Ian smiled, staring at her with his intense blue eyes. "And I love your tight pussy." He laughed. "Almost painfully tight, even after all that brutal pounding."

Jessica glanced at Helen, now impaled on Philippe's dick, and laughed, staring down into Ian's blue eyes. "I love it when her dad fucks me hard." She grinned. "So, I'm expecting damned good rogering from you."

"I'll try my best," the muscular pornstar said, grinning.

Jessica took that as her cue. She started a slow, gentle rising trot, lifting herself so his tip was inside her before sitting down and impaling herself again. The slow, repeated stretching felt incredible. Ian was already sighing softly. When Jessica sped up her actions, Ian was quickly moaning, and Jessica, sighing softly, felt her own arousal start to build.

Suddenly, Ian gasped. "I'm sorry, I'm going to come!"

His hips bucked beneath Jessica, slamming his rampant dick deep inside her. The familiar hot wave of jizz erupted from his cock. His hips bucked repeatedly. Jessica felt cum ooze out of her pussy and coat her inner thighs. She giggled. When would it stop? It felt like gallons of spunk had filled her when Ian finally stopped bucking.

Ian exhaled contentedly. He leered up at her, looking sheepish. "So sorry, watching you being fucked all day was so frustrating, I couldn't help myself."

Jessica laughed, his mammoth cock hilt-deep inside her. "After I swallowed your load this morning, I'm surprised you had that much left." She paused. "Now fuck me hard. Make me come."

Beside her, Helen gasped and moaned as she rode Philippe. Jessica watched her best friend's enormous, perfect boobs bounce wonderfully. She shook her head, wishing she was similarly endowed.

Ian noticed her gaze. He smiled, and his hands reached up to feel her flat chest. "More than a mouthful is a waste." He grinned. "Now, I'm going to properly pound you."

Jessica kissed him passionately for a moment. His deeply tanned arms wrapped around her, hugging her close. "Oh, goodie," Jessica leered, staring into his eyes.

Jessica lifted herself slightly and felt Ian's cock slam into her. She gazed down at his rugged, tanned face as his mammoth boner repeatedly slammed into her tight cunt. Soon, she gasped and moaned in familiar pleasure.

"Harder," she moaned.

Ian laughed. "Slave driver, I don't think I can fuck you any harder."

Jessica's sodden minge disagreed. Ian's thrusts felt more urgent, driving balls-deep into her every time. It was fantastic.

"My goodness, I'm coming," Helen yelled beside her.

At Helen's familiar climactic words, Jessica dragged her attention away from Ian's contorted face and watched her friend. Helen's luscious body was flushed, and her expression was lustful and excited. Helen slammed herself down onto Philippe's slimy pole and ground her hips, almost in time with the monstrous dick that pistoned in and out of Jessica's tight muff. Helen's long blond hair flew as she threw her head back in ecstasy, screaming.

Watching her best friend climax drove Jessica over the edge, and she savoured the intense sensations as her own passion overwhelmed her. She squealed and moaned softly as Ian's unbending boner slammed repeatedly into her. When her thighs stopped twitching, Jessica sat upright, impaled on Ian's dick. She grinned down at him, squirming on his fat, rigid dick.

"You really did pound me. It was wonderful!"

Ian just laughed and glanced over at Helen, who sat similarly impaled on Philippe's dick. "Christ, but these two come easily. It's very flattering to a man's ego."

Though it had felt like an intense eternity of pleasure, Jessica knew it could only be minutes since she had first impaled herself on Ian's engorged member. She tried to estimate but gave up, her memories dominated by her animal passion. Jessica shrugged to herself, glad that her body responded so quickly and ecstatically to sex. She couldn't imagine being pounded without the accompanying intense, erotic sensations. It would be so very dull and mechanical. It helped when you like the man, she admitted to herself.

"Can I fuck Jessica now?" Philippe asked.

Ian laughed. "Ask her, not me."

Jessica ground her hips on Ian's groin for a moment, reluctant for his dick to leave her. She shook her head, unwilling to give him up for the slender Frenchman.

Helen giggled. "Come on, do it for me," she wheedled. "I want to know what Ian feels like inside me."

Jessica stared at Philippe's dick. He was uncircumcised and looked slightly bigger than Ian. She lifted herself off Ian and stood up.

"If you must," she said, trying to sound reluctant. She grinned as she glanced between the two men. "At least then I can compare your mammoth pricks."

Philippe grinned. He gestured at the large rock at the waterline, with the water lapping gently at the base. "Over there, I think."

The large boulder she had noticed earlier jutted from the edge of the warm, azure water. It rose three metres, nearly vertically, with one smooth grey side; the others were rough and jagged. Two cameras pointed at the smooth face. Jessica grinned, knowing the men had anticipated this moment.

She walked hand-in-hand with Ian over to the boulder. Ian left her, reaching for Helen, so Jessica leaned back against the water-smoothed rock. Jessica parted her legs as Philippe, the slender, dark Frenchman, approached. His left hand gently wanked his erect dick. Philippe's dark eyes stared into hers as he kissed her gently. Jessica felt his tip press between her outer lips and move around as Philippe sought her moist entrance.

Jessica gasped when the engorged dick slid slowly inside her. Beside her, Helen bent over, supporting her weight with her hands pressed against the massive boulder to Jessica's right, so close Helen's arm brushed against her side.

Helen lifted her head and grinned at her, her blue eyes sparkling. "Ian had better make me come."

Philippe's dick started to move slowly in and out of Jessica's swollen crack. Jessica gasped when each slow, powerful thrust almost lifted her off her feet.

Helen sighed contentedly beside her. "Ooo, that feels good."

Jessica glanced over. Ian grinned at her. He stood behind Helen, his hands holding her waist as his dick slid slowly in and out of Helen's pussy.

Philippe's urgent movements forced Jessica's attention back to the feelings inside her. His dick stretched her wonderfully, and Jessica closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations and trying not to be jealous that Ian was fucking her best friend. Philippe shafted her gently for what felt like forever. Jessica now panted and moaned softly, lifted to her tiptoes by each slow, powerful thrust. She opened her eyes and watched Philippe's rapt expression for a moment.

"Harder," she ordered.

Philippe grinned, and she felt him slam into her, lifting her feet from the shallow water.

"Yes, just like that," she moaned.

Beside her, Helen moaned loudly as Ian's dick slammed into her pussy, making her perfect boobs bounce.

"Yes, yes. Harder," Helen yelled.

Philippe now grunted as his dick repeatedly slammed into Jessica so hard her toes hardly touched the water lapping around the rock.

When Helen yelled "My goodness" beside her, she knew her friend had reached another screaming climax. At that moment, Philippe gasped.

"I'm coming."

His dick slammed into Jessica, lifting her off her feet. She felt the hot rush of jizz inside her. Philippe withdrew and slammed into her twice more, each time lifting her and depositing more cum into her dissatisfied pussy.

Philippe rested momentarily with Jessica impaled on his monster, her feet dangling above the water. He stared lustfully into her eyes. "God, you're a great fuck; no one makes me come like that. So tight."

The man lowered her onto her tiptoes and pulled out. Jessica loved his compliment but was utterly unfulfilled. Beside her, Ian still slowly shafted Helen, who was flushed and sweaty and grinning inanely.

When Ian pulled out, Jessica stared hungrily at his dripping cock, coated in Helen's juices. She felt her tingling arse. It wasn't painful when her finger pressed slightly inside. She decided she could take another reaming.

She bent over and sucked Ian's dick clean, swallowing. When she lifted her head, his long, fat boner was merely wet. "I want that colossal thing inside me again," she said. She grinned. "This time, in my backside."

Ian glanced at Philippe. "Side-by-side, doggy?"

Before Philippe even nodded, Jessica was moving. She positioned herself on the beach towels, careful the cameras got a good view of her backside. She felt Helen position herself alongside, their hips and shoulders touching.

"Finally," Helen sighed. "I love it in my arse."

Jessica waited impatiently to further satisfy her lust for Ian. She heard the two men murmur behind her, and Ian's strong hands caressed her bum. Cold lube squirted into her arse crack. A finger probed inside her sphincter. She enjoyed the stretching feeling as Ian worked more lube into her arse, finishing up with three fat fingers, stretching her back door wide open. She grinned lewdly. Unlike this morning, it hadn't taken long; her earlier reaming had seen to that.

Jessica gasped when Ian's fat dick replaced the fingers, pressing against her entrance. She sighed with pleasure as it pushed slowly but smoothly into her grateful bottom. Jessica pushed her hips back, forcing the welcome invader as deep as possible into her back passage.

Beside her, Helen was already moaning softly as Philippe's dick stroked smoothly in and out of her backside.

Ian's colossal pole stayed hilt-deep for a long, extended moment. Jessica felt it withdraw against only slight resistance from her entrance. The dick pressed in once more, dilating her intestines. Soon, Ian's rigid pole pistoned slowly and smoothly in and out. Each time he thrust into her, his groin slapped gently against her arse.

Ian's hands grasped her waist for purchase, and his dick slammed harder into Jessica's tingling sphincter. Again and again. She panted and groaned softly, enjoying the sensations as the handsome blond man viciously reamed her back passage. Her arousal quickly grew, knowing the man had wanted to do this all day as he filmed her. She tried to hold back from her orgasm, determined they would come together.

Jessica squealed and gasped. "Not yet, not yet," she whimpered as the mammoth tool slammed brutally into her derriere.

Ian grunted with effort. Jessica looked back over her shoulder at him. His rugged, tanned face was contorted, but he managed a grin as he rammed his dick into her. She was faintly aware of Helen climaxing beside her.

"I love your tight bottom," Ian groaned. Each word was barely audible.

His evident pleasure was too much, and though Jessica tried to prevent it, her body insisted. Waves of pleasure flooded through her from where Ian's javelin pierced her. Her entrance clamped hard against Ian's dick as her thighs twitched uncontrollably. She was overjoyed when Ian groaned behind her.

"I'm coming," the man moaned.

Ian's dick was already hilt-deep, but his hips thrust hard against her repeatedly as wave after wave of hot spunk erupted in her backside. When their mutual climax was spent, his harpoon slowly pistoned in and out. Ian's hands tweaked Jessica's hard nipples as he continued to slowly shaft her arse. His body pressed against her back, and Jessica felt Ian's warm breath against her ear.

"You're incredible," he whispered. "I could do this forever."

Jessica felt Ian's rigid dick slip out of her arse. Cum oozed out and ran down her inner thighs. Jessica barely had time to catch her breath before she heard Philippe's voice behind her.

"My turn," Philippe said.

His strong hands spread her arse cheeks. "She's gaping but still looks tight," Philippe said critically.

His hands slapped her arse cheeks in turn. Jessica didn't like being slapped so hard, but it was barely painful and sent a pleasant tingling through her, so she suppressed her objection.

"Reach back and spread your cheeks," Philippe ordered.

Jessica's right hand pulled on her tingling cheek. Two fingers probed briefly into her backside, applying more lube. She felt a dick nudge her entrance, and then Philippe's long, fat dick slammed into her back passage, going hilt-deep in one painful thrust. Jessica squealed.

"This time, you'd better make me come," Jessica ordered, irritated he hadn't fulfilled her earlier.

Philippe's hands caressed her arse. A hand slapped her, sending another pleasant tingling through her. Beside her, Helen squealed in delight. Jessica glanced over, and Helen grinned. "Ian's dick feels so nice!"

Jessica was momentarily jealous.

Philippe chortled. "I'll make you come, alright, you little anal slut."

There was no slow, sensual build-up. Instead, immediately Philippe's fat dick pistoned repeatedly in and out of her abused sphincter. His hands reached around and massaged her flat chest as his dick drove gloriously into her backside. One hand stayed on her tiny left breast, tweaking her nipple, but his other reached back and massaged her love bump.

The combined stimulation quickly worked its magic, and Jessica squealed and moaned in passion. Her entire being was focused on the dick pounding her back passage, stretching her rectum marvellously, and on the finger toying with her clit.

"Yes, yes," she moaned, loving every violent thrust into her anus.

Her arousal quickly mounted, and she knew she was on the edge. Beside her, Helen shrieked loudly in passion as Ian fucked her arse.

"Fuck my arse, big boy," Helen yelled.

Jessica grinned. Ian and Helen were enjoying themselves. Her own climax crescendoed in an intense wave of ecstasy. Jessica shrieked in passion, and her hips pushed back onto Philippe's mammoth member, driving it as deep as possible into her arse. Her sphincter clamped hard and repeatedly around the invading weapon.

Philippe groaned. "Again!" he mumbled.

His hips thrust against her backside, and Jessica felt the now familiar warmth in her arse. She smiled. She'd made him come.

As Philippe violently reamed her arse, Jessica heard the familiar words as Helen reached orgasm beside her.

"My goodness, fill my bottom!" Helen yelled near her ear, almost deafening Jessica.

She heard Ian groan. He laughed with a strained, passionate noise. "As you wish."

Jessica felt her passion recede as Philippe now slowly shafted her derriere. When the men's dicks left their backsides, Helen and Jessica slumped onto the beach towel, panting and gasping for breath.

Helen turned to Jessica. "Well, that was truly marvellous. I love a monster dick pounding me senseless." She grinned. "Side-by-side with you is way better than in London with Kim."

Jessica was almost satisfied but wanted Ian inside her again. She smiled as she considered her day. Her total was now four dicks in her backside, three of them monsters. She still preferred straight sex, but anal was thoroughly enjoyable, the filth of the act adding to her excitement.

Philippe glanced at his watch. "We should get going soon, or it will be dark." He snorted. "I hate that damned road in the dark."

Jessica looked towards Ian, who looked disappointed. She decided one final ride with him, bouncing on his dick until he came, would be the perfect end to the day.

"Come on, Philippe; surely there's time for one final ride?" she wheedled, staring at Ian.

Philippe laughed. "Make it quick. You make him come faster than any other woman I've ever seen him fuck. Hell, you even made me come. Twice."

Jessica laughed, very pleased she aroused the blond, blue-eyed hunk so much. Ian was already on his back on a beach towel. She straddled him and sank blissfully onto Ian's long, rigid boner. Jessica wriggled briefly on his lap before starting to ride. She had hardly built up a rhythm when she felt strong, male hands on her arse.

"Can I hop on?" Philippe asked.

Jessica was quite content with Ian's massive erection sliding smoothly in and out of her swollen but dripping cunt, but to deprive Philippe felt unaccountably selfish. She laughed. "Of course! I'd love both of you inside me."

Her hips sank, forcing Ian's monster deep inside her. Her face was inches from Ian's. He grinned and pecked her on the lips.

"Greedy little girl," he joked.

She was; she could hardly wait to feel utterly replete again, with two massive dicks dilating her intimate cavities.

"Spread your cheeks," Philippe ordered.

Jessica reached back with both hands, pressing her body against Ian's hard, muscular chest, and spread her flushed buttocks. Two fingers pushed into her arse against little resistance.

Philippe snorted. "Finally! You've loosened up a bit, so it might not be painful."

Philippe's body brushed against her, and his slender body hovered above her. She felt his enormous rigid pole press against her back door, sliding easily inside. Jessica sighed contentedly.

Philippe's hands caressed her smooth cheeks. "I really do love your arse. Still tight, even now."

Soon, both men were slamming hard into her. Ian's dick rammed balls-deep into her pussy, and then Philippe's prick drove viciously into her arse. The repeated dilation felt incredible. Jessica panted and squealed with each delightfully violent thrust. The two men grunted with effort. Beneath her, Ian's face was contorted with lust. She tried to kiss him, but the jolts of the two monster dicks pounding into her prevented her. The exertions of the two men quickly brought Jessica to the brink.

"You look fabulous, Jessica," Helen said from nearby. "So sexy with two dicks inside you!"

Her best friend's words were the last straw. Her sphincter clamped tight, and her cunt rippled. She screamed in ecstasy. "God, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder!"

Philippe and Ian both groaned. She felt Ian spasm beneath her first. His hips slammed his dick into her several times. She realised his balls must be empty when she didn't feel any warm rush. She counted. This was his fourth time this afternoon alone. Then Philippe groaned again.

"I'm coming," he said, sounding sexily French.

His groin slammed against her, pressing hard against her bum as his dick shot jizz deep inside her arse.

Finally, they collapsed in a sweaty heap onto the beach towel. Jessica was exhausted. She considered herself fit, swimming several kilometres most days, but she felt like a wet rag.

Only Philippe seemed to have energy left. His rampant dick left her arse, and the man stood up. Jessica squirmed comfortably on Ian's bronzed chest, looking into his eyes.

"What about you, Helen?" Philippe asked.

Helen laughed. "Oh no, not today. My arse has taken enough abuse already." Helen glanced at Jessica, grinning. "I'm not like this little whore, who seemingly can take it forever."

"And she's still fucking tight," Philippe said.

Jessica felt her arse and winced. Her finger slipped inside with almost no resistance, but it was painful. She shook her head and smiled. "I'm a bit sore now."

Helen laughed. "It will feel worse tomorrow, I assure you." She paused. "But it's worth it."

Jessica reluctantly dismounted from where she still straddled Ian. Her body was soaked with sweat, though who's was a mystery. Cum oozed from both her gaping orifices, and Jessica felt dirty. "Let's cool off," she said.

Helen looked down at her own curvaceous body, flicking beads of sweat off. "Yeah, let's."

Helen looked at the two men. "You coming?"

Ian grinned up at her. "Hell, yes."

Helen grabbed Jessica's hand, and they ran, laughing, to the water line, splashing their way into the water. The two men joined them, and Jessica enjoyed several minutes of silliness, splashing and dunking people.

Thirty minutes later, the carryalls were packed, and it was time to leave the beach. It was almost dusk, with the sun just grazing the ocean.

Jessica wearily climbed the vertiginous path, following Ian and staring at his firm bottom. By the time they reached the black Mercedes, she was panting.

"I'll drive," Ian said. "I know the roads a bit better."

Philippe looked relieved. Jessica automatically took the passenger seat beside Ian, leaving Helen in the back with Philippe. It was slow, bumpy progress until the car reached the paved surface. Ian exhaled deeply when he turned right and sped up.

"Not too long now," he said. "Forty minutes or so."

Soon, they rejoined the narrow but busy coast road. The man clearly knew his way around, and Jessica was intrigued. "How come you know your way about so well?"

Ian laughed. "We've been here ages, shooting. Philippe will tell you about it - he's far better at stories than me."

Jessica turned in her seat. Philippe grinned back at her, with Helen snuggled comfortably against him.

"We've been here for a couple of months," Philippe said. He sighed. "Mostly, it's been loose, brassy English slappers, hardly worth fucking." He laughed. "All for a bloody awful gonzo thing. Corfu Beach Sluts or something. Even Brad hates it."

He smiled broadly. "You two posh birds have made the summer worthwhile. You both look and sound so bloody innocent, but you're properly filthy. Best fucks all year."

He turned to Helen. "I wish I'd met you earlier; I'd love to have been the first inside your tight little bottom."

Jessica felt suddenly insecure. She turned to Ian. "I hope I was okay?" she asked nervously.

Ian grinned. "As Philippe said, best fuck this year. Well, almost ever."

Jessica felt a warm glow inside. She decided she liked the man and not just his glorious dick. Nearly as much as she liked Helen's father. Jessica grinned, realising she wanted him in her arse as soon as possible. But not tonight; I'm too sore. She felt her painfully abused sphincter. Maybe not even tomorrow.

"What about the video?" she asked. "Brad had us sign release forms and everything." She giggled. "And I didn't expect it to be that much money!"

Philippe laughed. "Helen's 'Anal Schoolgirls' scene won't take much editing. She performed like a pro, but better; all those noisy, real orgasms," he said. "I bet it's online by the time you fly home."

Jessica couldn't wait to watch her friend being fucked, having been filmed professionally. It had to be better than the jerky, poorly lit footage she'd already seen of her best friend and Kim prostituting themselves.

"What about me?" she asked, nervous that the video would be made public.

Ian laughed. "That was one of the best castings I've ever shot. Brad will want to save that for a special release, I think." Ian glanced over his shoulder at Helen. "I'm editing Helen's stuff from the yacht right now so that one won't be long either."

"Oh god, really?" Helen said softly, looking uncomfortable.

Jessica remembered the GoPros in the car and the cameras from their stop on the way to Corfu Town. She couldn't imagine those images, and the footage from the beach would stay private.

"What about this morning when I sucked you and just now, this afternoon?"

Ian looked sheepish but laughed. "We're going to pitch that to Brad as a special. A longer feature with accompanying photos. You two look so bloody good together; such a contrast. Buxom, slutty Helen and slim demure Jessica."

"Oi!" Helen said from the back seat, feigning annoyance. "I'm not a slut."

Jessica snorted. "How many dicks have you had in your arse? And all strangers."

Helen laughed. "Glass houses."

Jessica put her hands to her face, blushing. Four. She'd had four strangers in her previously unsullied backside and wanted more. She giggled. "I guess we're both anal sluts."

The rest of the journey passed quickly as the girls bantered with the two pornstars. Finally, Helen spoke as the black Mercedes approached the drive up to the villa.

"Better not go up the drive. Dad might get suspicious. Drop us at the seafront."

"Okay," Ian replied.

He turned sharply left past the gravel drive, drove past the brightly lit hotel, and down to the seafront. He pulled over where the road turned right to run along the beach.

"I hope you ladies had a good time?" Philippe asked.

Helen laughed. "It was incredible."

Jessica nodded, giggling. "I loved it too."

"I trust we'll see you two again sometime?" Ian said, staring hopefully at Jessica.

Helen shook her head. "Not me. I'm off to University."

Jessica was disappointed, but now she knew the men, she was no longer afraid. "Maybe," she said, suppressing her excitement and sounding non-committal. Her stomach flipped at Ian's evident joy.

The two girls climbed the dark steps, lit only by moonlight, up to the villa, finally emerging onto the patio by the villa's pool. Helen's father was reading with a large glass of whisky beside him.

He grinned. "I hope you two had a wonderful time." He shook his head. "Though I don't detect much sign of shopping."

That day, four complete strangers had pounded Jessica's previously virgin arse with their colossal dicks. She blushed and opened her mouth to attempt an explanation, but Helen's father laughed and held up a hand to stop her.

"I don't want to know what you both got up to with those two men. I just hope you enjoyed it."

Jessica's face remained scarlet. Four men, not just two, had fucked her sore arse. She could hardly wait to make it five.

Helen laughed. "It really was marvellous, Daddy."