Helen was naked when she threw open the shutters to her bedroom window. The sky was a burnished blue, without a single cloud. An enormous yacht, rigged for sail, lay at anchor on the far side of the bay. Her heart raced. She peered intently at the distant boat. It was, it was Peter's yacht. Giles is here! A sleek powerboat was moored at the tiny jetty outside the taverna below. Giles was already ashore.

Helen hurriedly showered. Then she dawdled indecisively, picking out an outfit that looked sexy but not desperate. I'm wasting time. She pulled on semi-transparent, pink, lacey knickers. Her blonde pubes peeked out above the waistband. Next was a flared, bleached-white skirt. The high, wide waistband tightly hugged her narrow waist. Below, the skirt was stiff and flared wide, showing off her long legs and giving glimpses of her pink knickers.

A long-sleeved, salmon-pink top completed her outfit, complementing her blue eyes. Helen brushed her long, blond hair into shape. She examined herself in the mirror and nodded. The top hinted at her impressive chest, but the swirls of the fabric flowers should draw the eye to her boobs. Satisfied, she slung her white handbag over her shoulder and picked up the high heels that matched the top.

She grinned as she heard soft, female moans of pleasure from her father's room. She heard Jessica giggle.

"Oh, yes," Jessica moaned, "fuck me harder."

Helen shook her head. The last few days had been unbearable. It felt like Jessica and her father had fucked continuously. She'd been terribly jealous until the previous day when she'd gone to the tiny bar attached to the nearby taverna with Jessica, who had thrown her at the barman, Bruno. Helen felt behind herself, grinning. Her arse still tingled from his attentions. What Giles didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Jessica's moans were more urgent now.

"See you later," Helen called, not expecting a reply. "I'm off out."

She hurried barefoot down the steep steps to the seafront, not trusting herself to balance on her high heels. At the bottom, she carefully brushed the dust off her feet and slipped them into the pink stilettos.

She sauntered along the road, trying to look casual. When she drew level with the small jetty, she glanced to her right, expecting to see Giles sitting at one of the tables, but it was deserted. The lights were off in the small kitchen where the barman, Bruno, had bent her over a worktop the previous night.

She decided Giles must be at the other taverna. Helen wandered slowly towards it, inexplicably nervous. Does Giles even like me? She spotted three men at a table, and her eye was drawn to one with his back to her. The man had the same deep tan and brown hair, but she wasn't sure.

"Giles?" she called softly.

One of the other men turned towards her. It was Giles' father, Peter. Helen's heart sank.

"I wondered when you'd show up," Peter said. "I sent Giles away, back to the UK. Can't have him hanging around with cheap whores, however pretty they are."

Helen was torn between tears and anger. Anger won, and she retorted angrily, "I'm not-"

Peter interrupted, standing and walking towards her as he spoke, "Oh, spare me. You took my bloody money and let me fuck you in the arse. And you damned well loved it."

She was ashamed, but her nipples hardened. Peter's enormous dick felt fabulous in her arse!

Helen shook her head. "Never again," she whispered, knowing she'd succumb to desire if he pressed her.

Peter snorted. "Yeah, right. You're fingering your pussy already."

Helen blushed and jerked her hand away from her damp slit. Peter pulled her close and kissed her. She responded automatically, opening her lips to let his tongue play with hers.

His finger pushed roughly into her slit. Helen pushed him away. "I said no," she snapped.

Peter just grinned. "You're soaking wet, you filthy slut."

He pulled a fat roll of banknotes from his shorts and tucked them into her handbag. "Just give me the money back, and you can go," he said.

Her hand reached up and felt her chest. Her nipples were achingly hard, and her panties felt damp. She remembered the incredible feeling of Peter's dick inside her. Desire won over prudence, and her hand reached forward to massage his erection.

She shook her head, annoyed she had weakened. "You can fuck me, but only a quickie."

Peter grinned and slowly shook his head. "Last time was too rushed. A full day. There's more than enough cash."

Helen was angry. She didn't want his money. "I'm not a whore. I don't want your damned money."

"Come on," Peter said, "even hookers have to eat."

"I told you, I'm not a hooker!"

"You've taken my money twice now." He held out a hand. Helen hesitated. After a moment, he continued, "See? Just another filthy whore."

Helen was crushingly disappointed not to see Giles, but Peter had a massive dick, and the thought of him abusing her backside again was irresistible. She was already excited. Knowing he was paying for her services added to her arousal, overcoming her deep insecurity; he wanted her enough to pay.

"This is the last time. Never again."

Peter scanned her body, leering. "I knew I could count on you."

He turned to the other two men. "Come on, let's head back to the Wise."

Helen had forgotten the other two. She blushed, realising they had been listening intently. They both stared unashamedly at her body. One man nodded, smiled, and gave a thumbs-up.

"I'm Ian. Pleased to meet you, Helen," he said.

The other man laughed and shook his head. "If we're doing introductions, I'm Philippe," he said in a strong French accent.

Soon after, the powerboat sped over the bay, its engines roaring. It pulled alongside the Wise Athena, amidships, where stairs descended to the waterline. Helen smiled, knowing the goddess would think she lacked wisdom right now. But she was too aroused to care, anticipating an imminent anal invasion.

The two men hurried up the slippery stairs to the deck. Helen gingerly followed, with Peter close behind her, fingering her arse as she climbed.

Peter pushed past her, slapping her bum as he did so. "Come on, follow me."

Helen followed him and climbed another set of stairs to the impressive sun deck. A table and chairs were set up under a canopy next to a fully equipped bar. Outside on the bleached decking, six navy and white striped sunloungers were arranged in a semicircle facing towards an enormous sunbed, easily big enough for three people side-by-side, surrounded by a mahogany plinth and lined with cushions.

Ian and Philippe talked intensely to a muscular black man leaning back on one of the sun loungers. The man sipped coffee as they spoke. When Helen appeared, he looked at her and beamed.

She felt a hand push on her back, and she stumbled forward.

"Come on," Peter said. "I'll introduce you."

The black man stood as they walked towards him. He was tall, well over six foot, and wore a white T-shirt and shorts. His grey hair was short, but he looked athletic and had well-defined muscles.

Helen couldn't help herself and looked down at his crotch, where there was a promising bulge.

"Bradley, this is Helen," Peter said.

The black man held out an enormous hand, which she shook. "Pleased to meet you, Bradley," she said.

The man laughed. "Just call me Brad. Everyone does."

"Helen is with us for the whole day," Peter said. "She's quite a slut, so abuse her any way you like."

Helen's face felt hot. She turned to Peter in confusion. "I thought you were going to fuck me?"

Peter laughed. "Oh, believe me, I will. But Brad gets first dibs."

The black man's hand gently grabbed her shoulder, turning her back to face him. "I asked Peter to find me a suitable girl." He grinned, looking her up and down. "I must say, he's chosen well."

He looked into her eyes. "If I do anything you don't like, just tell me to stop, but I want to fuck you if that's okay?"

Her heart was racing; that this black stranger had paid to fuck her aroused her enormously. She looked up and down his muscular black body. For such an old man, he looked incredibly fit. Her eyes fixed on his crotch, where his shorts were tented by an obvious erection. Automatically, her hand reached out and massaged it through his shorts. He felt big.

She looked into his dark eyes and nodded. "Okay, I guess."

Brad grinned broadly. He turned to Peter. "First, can I take a look at the goods?"

Helen didn't like being treated like an object. "Hey, ask me, not him."

Brad grinned at her. "Please, Helen, may I undress you now?"

When she nodded, his massive hands lifted the bottom edge of her salmon-pink, flowery top. Helen automatically put her hands above her head. Brad whistled when the top was lifted over her head and discarded on the sun lounger.

"Great tits."

His hands massaged her perfect boobs and tweaked her bullet-hard nipples.

Brad nodded. "Not fake, either." He smiled. "I love puffy nipples."

He leaned forward and sucked her left boob. Helen giggled when his teeth gently bit her, and his tongue played tantalisingly around her rock-hard nipple.

Brad stood back and made a circling motion with one finger. "Give me a twirl."

She slowly turned on the spot and blushed. Peter leered at her from the enormous sunbed, and the two men had cameras trained on her. Why did I agree to this?

Helen stopped when she faced Brad once more. She looked defiantly at him, trying to look confident, though butterflies worked overtime in her stomach.

"Lovely," Brad said. "Now the rest, but leave the heels. I love naked girls in heels."

Self-conscious in front of her audience, Helen reached back and unzipped her short skirt. It was expensive, so when she stepped out of it, she folded it carefully and put it next to her top.

The pink lacey knickers quickly followed, and she turned back to Brad.

His hands reached out and gently massaged her boobs before caressing her sides and feeling her bum cheeks. He leaned in and kissed her again. Helen wrapped her arms around him and pulled the athletic black man close. His muscular torso pressed against her ample chest, and his boner felt hot against her stomach, even through his shorts.

Finally, Brad broke their passionate kiss and pushed her away, so Helen stood naked in front of the massive, muscular black man. He looked her up and down, staring intently at first her enormous boobs and then at her shaved slit and the blonde triangle of hair above it.

He reached out and tweaked a nipple. His hand dropped to Helen's slit, and a finger probed inside her. Brad grinned.

"You're turned on by this, aren't you?"

Helen glanced at the cameras. "Yes," she whispered. "I can hardly wait."

Brad chuckled. "All in good time. Peter tells me you like it in your arse?"

Helen blushed and jerked her head.

Brad nodded. "She'll do," he said. "She'll look perfect with a tail, I think."

Helen trembled, anticipating the painful invasion when the plug was inserted.

Brad glanced up at the hot sun. He picked up a bottle of suntan lotion from the sun lounger where she'd deposited her clothes.

"We're going to be out here all day," he said. "You'd better put this on."

Aware of her audience, Helen slowly rubbed the white lotion all over her body, lingering over her boobs and inner thighs.

Peter beckoned to a crewman as Helen covered herself in lotion. He gestured to her clothes. "Take these away. She won't need them again today."

"Very well, sir," the man said, scooping up her belongings and scurrying off.

"Can I fuck her first?" Peter asked Brad. "Last time, I got my son's sloppy seconds."

Brad laughed. "Oh no, I insist on having that pleasure." He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Tell you what, I'll get her warmed up, then you can fuck her before I properly put her through her paces. After that, we'll see. How does that sound?"

Peter laughed. "Sure."

Helen was affronted. "Don't I have a say in this?"

"Not really," Peter said. Simultaneously, Brad said, "Of course."

Brad turned to her. "Don't worry, I'll always ask."

Placated, Helen smiled at Brad, ignoring Peter completely. She couldn't reach her back and thrust the lotion towards Brad. "Can you do my back, please?"

When he took the bottle, Helen turned. The other three men were still arrayed before her, watching and filming avidly.

Brad's strong hand gently rubbed lotion onto her back, slowly descending until she felt his hands spread her arse cheeks.

She felt a sting when he slapped her bottom. "Bend over and grab your ankles, please?"

Philippe disappeared behind her with his camera as Helen bent over. Brad's hands caressed her buttocks briefly. She gasped when a finger ran gently along her slit and probed inside her tight, wet cunt.

"Time for that tail, I think," Brad said. "If that's okay?"

Helen mumbled her assent. "Please!"

Cold oil dribbled down her arse crack, and then a finger probed gently at her sphincter, rubbing in the oil. Helen savoured the sensations as Brad's fingers invaded her back passage one by one until he had three fingers deep inside her. She moaned with pleasure when he frigged her arse hard and fast for a few seconds.

The fingers withdrew, and the cold tip of a butt plug pressed against her oily sphincter. Fur brushed against her thighs. She felt the familiar pressure as the plug stretched her entrance. Though Brad's fingers had loosened her up, it still felt painful, burning as Brad forced the plug into her tight backside. Helen moaned, feeling the pressure as the plug sank further and further into her back passage, pushing deep inside her. Finally, her sphincter closed around the narrow neck, but she still felt her insides being stretched almost intolerably by the plug. It must be huge!

A hand slapped her arse. "Good girl," Brad said. "You can stand up now; you took that like a pro."

Helen straightened up, conscious of the enormous plug deliciously stretching her arse, and turned towards him. She reached behind herself and felt the long furry tail. She grinned. "I've never had a tail before."

Brad gestured towards the sea. Helen noticed they were underway, moving slowly out of Avlaki Bay, and heard the deep throb of engines.

"It will be a while before we drop anchor somewhere quieter, so breakfast?"

He took her hand and led Helen under the canopy where a table was laid for breakfast. One chair, larger than the others, was set sideways at the end of the table. Brad gestured towards it.

"Sit there with your feet up, so I can see your pussy."

Helen slumped into the comfortable chair, sliding her bum forward to hook her right leg over an arm. The black furry tail pressed harder into her backside, and she squirmed, enjoying the intense sensations.

Brad dragged over a smaller chair and positioned himself slightly to one side of her.

"Perfect," he said.

Helen was self-conscious once more when Ian stood directly in front of her, his camera focused on her moist pussy. Philippe and Peter sat around the table and helped themselves to coffee.

Brad poured her coffee, making sure she could reach it without standing.

Over the coffee and croissant, she chatted with Brad, slowly becoming at ease with him and forgetting the plug in her arse and camera trained on her. In the background, Philippe and Peter murmured quietly.

The conversation soon became intimate. Brad teased out that she'd lost her virginity only months ago.

Suddenly, he asked, "How many partners have you had?"

Helen totted them up. She looked at Brad, ashamed she'd let so many strangers fuck her. "I've been fucked six times by nine different men."

Brad raised his eyebrows. She shook her head slowly, blushing.

"They were all strangers as well," she blurted.

Brad laughed. "Well, today won't change that. And your arse? How many have fucked that?"

Helen giggled. "Nearly all of them. Only two didn't fuck my bottom."

Brad grinned wryly and nodded. "A proper anal slut."

Helen opened her mouth to speak but jumped when the anchor chain clattered loudly.

Brad held up a hand. "We can talk more later," he said. "Let's go back outside."

Helen stood. She felt the tail swish against her legs and giggled. She had almost forgotten the enormous plug that distended her insides. Helen followed Brad back out onto the sun deck. She looked around. They had dropped anchor in the tiny bay where the beach she visited with Jessica was located. As usual, the beach was deserted.

Brad stopped with the enormous sunbed to his right.

"Right, it's time to get what I paid for," he said. "I want you to suck my dick, please."

Helen smiled. She'd been impatient to see his weapon. She dropped to her knees before him, aware that Peter and Ian were watching from the sunbed and Philippe was filming from her other side.

Her hand briefly massaged his erection through his shorts. She undid the shorts and pulled them down. When they fell to his feet, Brad stepped out of them. His underpants quickly followed, allowing his mammoth, uncircumcised erection to spring free.

She stared for a moment at the black monstrosity, assessing its size. Giles is bigger. Disappointment at Giles' absence briefly swept through her. She shrugged, deciding to make do. She pulled back Brad's foreskin, revealing his pink glans. Helen's tongue flicked out, teasing around the tip of the rigid monster.

Her hand grabbed his hot, rigid shaft, and Helen opened her mouth. She moved forward, taking his pink glans into her mouth. His dick was big enough that her teeth grazed his dick as it entered her warm mouth. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and started to suck, bobbing her head backwards and forward as her small hand wanked him.

Brad groaned. "Oh, that's nice. Keep going."

Helen continued sucking until Brad was sighing softly with pleasure. She grinned inwardly, knowing she controlled when he would come. Helen released his shaft and grabbed his arse with both hands, determined to inhale him fully. Her head pressed forward, and his stiff black rod slowly disappeared into her mouth.

When his glans reached her throat, Helen spluttered, almost gagging. But it was a familiar obstacle she could overcome. She adjusted her position slightly, and her head pressed forward once more, and she felt his rigid member slide smoothly past her tonsils and down her throat. Finally, her nose pressed into the scratchy pubes covering his groin.

Brad sighed deeply. "Good girl. Not everyone can do that."

His hands pressed gently behind her head as Helen forced herself as far forward as possible. She slowly pulled back, stopping when just his tip remained in her mouth. Helen pressed forward, again inhaling his massive weapon. Soon, she developed a slow rhythm, breathing when just his tip was in her mouth.

Brad breathed fast and deep, muttering, "Yes, like that. Keep going. That's wonderful."

Her hands felt his buttocks tensing. She pulled back and wrapped her hand around his fat shaft. She sucked hard, bobbing her head as her hand wanked him. Moments later, Helen was rewarded when his muscles spasmed.

Brad groaned loudly. "I'm coming," he said redundantly.

His hips thrust forward, and hot, sticky spunk flooded her mouth to overflowing. Helen felt cum dribble down her chin and drip onto her cleavage as the enormous black cock continued erupting. A few jerks of Brad's hips later, the eruption subsided. She pulled back, letting his still-rigid monster leave her mouth.

"Don't swallow or spit," Brad ordered.

Helen smiled. She looked up at the muscular black man and opened her mouth. More salty jizz oozed out and dripped off her chin.

Brad snorted. "You give a good blowjob," he said. "Swallow and suck me clean."

Helen wasn't keen on the slimy taste, but it wasn't the first time she had swallowed an immense load. She closed her mouth and swallowed, opening it wide to show Brad her cum-coated tongue.

She leaned forward and took his fat boner into her mouth once more. A few bobs of her head later, his rigid dick was just wet with spit.

When Helen pulled back from his erection, Brad spoke, "Thank you, that was wonderful." He grinned. "You've clearly done that before."

She loved sucking dick. She laughed. "A few times."

His hands reached down and pulled Helen to her feet. Brad glanced to his left, where Philippe was filming. "Did you get that?"

The Frenchman grinned. "Yes, and she can suck my cock whenever she likes."

She looked the slim young man up and down. He was totally different to Brad. He was slender rather than athletic but had a monstrous bulge in his shorts. She smiled at him. "I'd love to."

Brad laughed. "What a slutty a cock whore. Maybe later because, right now, I'm going to warm you up and then fuck you senseless."

Helen stared greedily at the long black cock waving in front of her, anticipating it pushing into her tight pussy. "Yes, please, I'd love that," she whispered.

"Clear off, you two," Brad said to Peter and Ian, who still sat on the enormous sunbed. Both had their dicks out and were wanking slowly.

The two men stood and moved to sit on the sun loungers. Brad gestured to the sunbed. "Go ahead, lie down on your back."

Helen sat on the edge of the sunbed, lay back and shuffled backwards until she could put her high heels up to either side of her with her knees akimbo. She reached behind herself and pulled a cushion forward to support her head. The tail was still firmly embedded in her arse and dangled over the edge.

Brad laughed. "Perfect. Do you like being eaten out?"

She giggled. "I love it. Especially if you finger-fuck me at the same time."

Helen watched Brad approach and drop to his knees, with Philippe filming in the background. Brad's massive hands slid slowly up her body and massaged her boobs as his face lowered towards her sex. His tongue expertly found her clitoris and started teasing it as his fingers tweaked her hard nipples. Her arousal was already increasing when one hand left her chest.

A finger probed gently at her shaved slit, pushing past her inner lips and sliding slowly into her wet minge. The finger hooked around inside her, immediately finding her G-spot. Helen sighed with bliss. The man was very good. A second finger joined the party. Soon, she was gasping and moaning as the man's tongue toyed with her love button and his fingers hooked around inside her.

Her arousal mounted quickly. "My goodness, that's good," she moaned.

Her hips lifted off the sunbed, pressing her sex up onto Brad's intimately invasive tongue as her climax approached.

"I'm coming," she shrieked as her muscles spasmed and her hips bucked.

Pleasure coursed through her, and she felt her pussy gush as she writhed and moaned beneath Brad's expert tongue. Helen's orgasm slowly subsided, and she exhaled with a long sigh. "That was wonderful, thank you."

Brad lifted his face from her pussy. His mouth was wet with her juices. He smiled. "Glad you enjoyed it. I hope you're ready because I'm going to fuck you."

Helen breathed deeply, catching her breath. "Fuck me hard," she gasped. "I want to feel that monster inside me."

"Move backwards," Brad ordered.

With her knees still akimbo and the furry tail trailing out of her arse, Helen wriggled backwards onto the sunbed, careful to keep the cushion behind her head. She was determined to watch as the black monster slid inside her. When the cushion met the plinth surrounding the sunbed, she stopped and watched the old but athletic black man climb onto the bed.

Movement caught her eye. She turned her head and saw Ian filming to one side. When she turned back to Brad, he crawled up the bed towards her until his face was above hers with his hands on either side of her, supporting his weight. Helen bent forward and kissed him deeply. When he pulled back, her hand reached down and grasped his steely rod, guiding it towards her wet teenage slit.

"I want you inside me," she whispered.

Brad grinned down at her. "Your wish is my command."

Helen gasped when his tip forced its way into her tight, wet crack. With the massive plug in her arse, he felt enormous.

Brad grinned down at her. "God, you're tight," he said.

She moaned when she felt his dick push deeper into her moist grotto. It felt glorious, stretched almost to bursting point. Several thrusts later, Brad paused.

"That's all I've got," he said. "Your cunt is fantastic. It's so tight it almost hurts."

Helen exhaled and breathed deeply, revelling in the sensations emanating from her stuffed orifices. "Your dick feels incredible. Now fuck me, please," she moaned. "Fuck me hard."

"You little slut," Brad laughed. "I'm going to pound you to within an inch of your life."

Helen felt his dick slowly withdraw. She gasped when he thrust it slowly back into her tight minge. Soon, Brad shafted her with long, slow strokes, pushing balls-deep each time. Helen panted softly, loving the feeling as each inch of his enormous boner slid inside her, stretching her deliciously.

Suddenly, Brad increased the pace. Helen squealed with pleasure when he slammed his rigid weapon hilt-deep into her teenage vagina.

"Yes!" she shouted. "Harder."

She moaned loudly, feeling her excitement mount as Brad pistoned in and out of her snatch. Her hands grabbed his arse, pulling him as far inside her as possible. Brad's face was contorted with effort as he pounded her. Helen grunted each time he slammed into her, stretched to bursting by the massive plug and his enormous dick.

"My goodness," she groaned. "That's wonderful."

Her climax caught her by surprise. Helen screamed when her muscles spasmed; she felt her cunt pulsate against Brad's dick as it slammed into her.

Brad moaned, and his muscles twitched. Helen felt a warm rush inside her as he came. A few vicious thrusts later, they were both spent. Brad collapsed on top of her, and they lay there panting, with his dick hilt-deep in her throbbing pussy.

Finally, Brad sighed. He lifted himself and stared down at Helen with a huge smile on his flushed face. "Fuck, that was good. Not many women can make me come so quickly."

Helen giggled. "You did all the work. I just lay there while you hammered into me."

He laughed heartily. "Well, now it's your turn to do the work."

His hands pushed under her back and held her tight as he flipped over onto his back so she was on top.

Helen grinned at him and sat up, impaling herself further onto his engorged pole. She squirmed sinuously on his monster and then hooked her feet, still wearing the heels, over his thighs.

She lifted herself, careful to keep his boner inside her, and sat back down. She grinned down at him. "Like this, you mean?"

When she lifted her head, she saw Ian filming with his camera pointed directly at her. She started riding slowly, studiously ignoring her audience. The cameras trained on her added frisson to the intense sensations filling her orifices, and she felt her arousal mount as she rode, staring down into Brad's dark eyes.

She heard Philippe speak behind her, "Helen, turn round, please."

Helen loved his accent. She'd only tried reverse cowgirl once and was eager to try again. Helen lifted herself off Brad's slimy erection and quickly turned. She knelt astride him and slowly sank back onto his colossal dick.

Her hands reached behind her and rested on Brad's muscular chest. She adjusted her position so she could easily lift herself. Helen smiled into Philippe's camera.

"How's this? she asked.

"Perfect," he replied.

Helen rode enthusiastically, feeling her arousal quickly build, enhanced by the frisson of an audience. Soon, she gasped and moaned loudly as she impaled herself on the enormous, rigid weapon beneath her.

"My goodness," she shrieked as she reached a crescendo, and another wave of pleasure flooded through her body, centred on the dick between her legs.

Brad's strong hands supported her as she writhed in pleasure. She felt juices flood her pussy. Finally, her orgasm subsided.

Helen slumped backwards onto Brad's chest. She felt gloriously full, with the mammoth plug in her arse and Brad's black monster still filling her pussy.

She sighed. "This is the fullest I've ever felt. It's wonderful."

Brad's chest vibrated beneath her as he chuckled. "Just wait until later. We've got a real treat in store for you."

Helen was intrigued. "What-" she started to ask.

Brad interrupted her. "It's a surprise. Let's cool off and have some lunch," he said.

"Good idea," she said, "I'm dripping with sweat."

Helen reluctantly lifted herself off his rampant member. She turned around and briefly sucked the jizz off his erection.

She shuffled off the sunbed and stood, momentarily teetering on her heels. The furry tail swished around her legs. Brad followed and stood with his still-rampant dick waving proudly.

Brad smiled. "Bend over. You can't go for a swim with that thing in your arse."

Helen laughed. Again, she'd almost forgotten the immense pressure filling her rectum. She obeyed, sliding her hands down her shins.

A hand pressed against her arse, and she shrieked when her sphincter distended painfully, burning when Brad pulled on the tail plug. The pain immediately subsided, and she felt the incredible length slide slowly out of her arse, emitting a faint pop when it left her gaping orifice.

Suddenly, she felt empty. Brad brandished the plug. "I'm amazed you took that first time," he said, grinning.

The plug was enormous. It was shaped like a fat, erect penis - at least eight inches long - but with a narrow neck where the balls would be. Helen snorted. No wonder she'd felt so replete.

A few minutes later, she basked in the warm, salty water of the Mediterranean, floating languidly on her back. Brad swam alongside.

Brad had dived directly from the deck, but Helen hadn't dared and had carefully descended the stairs.

The water quickly soothed her flushed body, and soon, she was ravenous.

Lunch was an extravagant seafood buffet with caviar, oysters, and lobster.

Brad dragged Peter away, "A quick word," Brad had said.

Peter looked irritated as Brad led him away.

Ian and Philippe crowded around her in their absence, chatting brightly as they ate. Philippe grinned when he noticed her checking out his crotch.

"Later?" he asked.

Helen nodded. After that, she felt his hand brush occasionally against her, and once, his hand gently grasped her arse, and a finger ran up and down between her cheeks.

When Brad and Peter returned, Peter was grinning from ear to ear, though it looked false. He leered at Helen, his gaze travelling down her body to her swollen pussy.

"My turn," he said greedily. "Time to see just how tight this whore's cunt is."

Helen's heart sank. Peter – and not Giles – would be the first man to fuck her on two separate occasions. She detested him - he was rude, vile and abusive. But his dick was enormous, and she adored the feeling of it inside her.

Peter took her hand, and she meekly followed him down the stairs and into his palatial cabin.

Once inside, Peter's smile disappeared. He wasted no time on small talk, instead brandishing the tail plug. "I'm going to ram this into your slutty arse."

He gestured at the ship's table attached to one wall. "Bend over that and spread your cheeks," he ordered.

Helen obeyed. The rim of the table dug uncomfortably into her. She reached back and pulled her arse cheeks apart.

A cold squirt of lube oozed down the crack between her cheeks. A finger roughly pushed into her tight sphincter, feeling around inside her bottom. After a moment, it withdrew, and she felt the tip of the plug press against her back door.

She screamed when Peter brutally pushed it into her backside. Her arse burned painfully, and the plug stretched her innards almost intolerably as it slid inside.

Peter slapped her arse, sending a lovely tingling through her, drowning out the pain from her burning sphincter.

God, I hate him. Vile man. But Helen realised she still wanted his monstrous erection inside her.

Without prompting, she straightened up, climbed onto the bed and assumed the doggy position, with her arse high in the air and the furry tail dangling between her legs.

Helen looked back over her shoulder, grinning. "What are you waiting for? Destroy my tight pussy."

Peter laughed. "And you claim you're not a whore."

She watched him climb onto the bed and position himself behind her. When he lifted the tail away from her pussy, Helen steeled herself for his inevitable brutal invasion.

Sure enough, his monster slammed straight into her tight snatch, and she screamed. The burning in her arse subsided as Peter slammed violently into her pussy again and again.

"You really are fucking tight," Peter said. "Un fucking believably tight. I can see why Giles was so taken with you, but he'll get over it."

After another pang of disappointment, Helen started to enjoy the vicious pounding, feeling every inch of Peter's mammoth member slam into her repeatedly. She gasped and shrieked with each thrust of his rigid dick, knowing her climax was rapidly approaching, compounded by the fullness of her rectum, stretched to the limit by the huge butt plug,

His dick feels incredible! "My goodness, fuck yes," she yelled. "Destroy my pussy!"

Her intense orgasm made her thrash uncontrollably, and her thighs shivered. This is why I put up with the bastard.

Behind her, Peter groaned as he hammered into her, ignoring her passion. "Bitch, you've made me come too soon, but fuck me, are you tight!"

His groin slammed hard against her arse, forcing the tail deep inside her as his dick exploded and hot spunk filled her dripping cunt.

She felt jizz ooze down her thighs as she thrashed, and her orgasm slowly subsided.

His hand slapped her arse repeatedly, and waves of delicious pain coursed through her.

"Now, I'm going to punish your slutty arse."

Helen grinned. That was music to her ears, and his brutality excited her. She felt his long, stiff rod leave her sodden pussy. Sudden pressure on her sphincter made her scream as Peter ripped the butt plug from her arse. Helen heard the tail clatter to the floor.

"Spread your cheeks, tart," he ordered.

Helen rested her head on the bed and reached back and grasped her buttocks, spreading them wide apart.

Peter snorted, and she felt a finger slip smoothly inside her bum. "Nice gape. I'm going to enjoy destroying it."

The finger withdrew, and more lube dripped into her arse crack. Two fingers roughly worked it into her sphincter, which no longer burned but tingled pleasantly.

His hard dick rubbed briefly up and down between her cheeks. She felt the pressure build as it pressed slightly into her tight sphincter. Peter's hand grabbed her hips, and she braced herself, waiting for his vicious but glorious thrust.

Moments later, she shrieked as he drove his hips forward. "Yes!"

The thick, rigid erection slid inside her, and she felt marvellous burning as each inch dilated her innards.

When his groin slammed against her bum, Peter paused. Helen sighed contentedly. "That feels lovely."

Peter laughed. "Just wait, bitch."

His massive, inflexible weapon pistoned in and out of her back passage, each violent thrust enflaming Helen's passion further. Soon, she was groaning with pleasure as Peter violated her backside.

His hand slapped her arse repeatedly, but this merely aroused her further.

"Harder," she groaned.

Peter's efforts redoubled, and Helen shrieked with each hammer blow into her bottom. Wonderful! She was near the edge of another screaming orgasm.

"My goodness, pound my arse," she shouted as an anal climax swept through her. She felt her sphincter clench hard around Peter's engorged member.

The awful brute groaned again. Warmth filled her intestines, and she felt Peter's dick twitch inside her as she writhed in passion.

When his cock stopped erupting inside her, Peter pulled out. He slapped her arse hard.

"Get out, you slapper," he shouted, clearly incensed at something.

Helen fled, grinning. She felt spunk oozing down her legs but wasn't sure from which orifice. Again, Peter's massive dick had been marvellous.

When she reached the sun deck, Brad looked her flushed body up and down. His eyes lingered on where cum dried between her thighs.

"Turn around and bend over," Brad ordered.

Helen meekly obeyed and spread her arse cheeks.

Brad tutted and shook his head. "You're gaping and covered in come. You'd better clean up," he said.

Helen decided to swim. As she passed Brad, his hand reached between her legs, and a finger gently ran along her swollen slit.

"Sorry," he said, "I told him to be gentle. And I specifically told him not to touch your arse."

Helen laughed. "Don't worry, I loved it." Giggling, she continued, "He pounded me ever so hard. It was wonderful, and I came twice."

Brad snorted. He gently slapped her scarlet bottom. "Shameless hussy. Go on, get cleaned up."

When she returned, Brad examined her once more. His hand felt between her buttocks, and a finger probed her tight sphincter.

He snorted. "The resilience of youth," he muttered. Raising his voice, he said, "Philippe, come and put some suntan lotion on her, will you, before she fries in this hot sun."

Brad descended the stairs, heading towards Peter's cabin as Philippe rubbed lotion into Helen's flushed body.

Philippe's hands lingered over her boobs, massaging them gently. His hand ran down her stomach and lingered on her shaved slit.

Philippe leered at her. "I'm going to fuck you later."

Helen gazed hungrily at his obvious erection. She was about to reply when Brad returned, laughing and joking with Peter. Peter sat on one of the sun loungers.

Brad beckoned Helen. "Come over here, girl."

He grinned. "You've amply proved you like a good anal pounding, so it's my turn to give you one if that's okay?"

Helen smiled. Her hand crept to her tingling backside where her entrance had closed and was once again tight. "I'd love that."

Brad nodded. "Somehow, I just knew you would say that." He paused and glanced at Philippe. "We might have a surprise for you as well."

Helen looked at the slender Frenchman and hoped she'd soon feel him inside her. She smiled at Brad and nodded.

Helen watched avidly as Brad undressed. Her eyes drank in his athletic body and mammoth boner.

He sat on the edge of the massive sunbed and tapped beside him. "Get up here in doggy position," he ordered.

Helen crawled onto the sunbed and positioned herself so her bum was high in the air. She reached forward, grabbed a cushion to support her head, and reached back to spread her cheeks.

"Good girl," Brad said.

His strong hands caressed her arse. She felt lube dribble onto her arse, and Brad followed the familiar routine of gently loosening her up with his fingers. Unlike Peter, he was considerate, only slowly stretching her sphincter. Helen savoured the feeling as her back door relaxed and widened.

She knew Ian and Philippe had cameras trained on her, but she didn't care and quickly forgot them.

After frigging her arse for a few minutes, Brad paused with three fingers embedded in her anus.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

She sighed contentedly. "Yes. Please fuck my bottom." She giggled. "As hard as possible."

His immense black dick nudged at her rear entrance. The pressure built slowly, and she felt his tip inexorably slide past her tight sphincter.

"Yes," she moaned. "Deeper."

The fat weapon withdrew slightly and then continued its delicious advance. Helen savoured the feelings as Brad's black rod slowly distended her intestines. Soon, she felt wonderfully bloated.

"Fantastic," she sighed when she felt his groin press against her buttocks.

"Fuck, she looks tight," Philippe said from one side.

Brad laughed. "Very. Even after the pounding her arse took at lunchtime. I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this."

Helen smiled to herself, pleased that he approved of her arse.

The colossal dick in her bottom started to move, withdrawing before pushing hilt-deep once more. Soon, Brad was gently shafting her arsehole. So different to Peter's brutal attention. Helen felt her excitement slowly mount as Brad's unyielding dick moved ever faster.

She sighed in time with each stroke, and Brad grunted softly as his hips thrust forward.

"Harder," she urged him.

His hands gently grasped her hips, and she felt his efforts increase. His groin now slapped audibly against her arse, and she moaned and squealed with each hard thrust.

"Oh, that feels incredible! I love your black cock."

Brad pistoned ever harder into her welcoming arse. Helen relished the bloated, stretched feeling as he repeatedly filled her up. She was near the edge.

"Destroy my arse," she screamed as her climax reached a crescendo.

Strong hands held her steady as she thrashed wildly, and her thighs quivered. Her sphincter clenched rhythmically around the enormous weapon inside her.

Brad groaned but didn't come. "Fucking hell, I love your tight arse," he sighed.

His fat erection slowly shafted her as she shuddered and jerked.

"Spread your cheeks," he ordered when her climax subsided.

Her hands reached back and pulled her buttocks apart. She felt Brad's rigid boner withdraw.

"Bloody hell, you're hardly even gaping."

His hands caressed her bottom, and a finger invaded her bottom.

"Come on, suck me clean."

Helen turned. Brad's muscular black body gleamed with sweat. She took the glistening black cock that jutted proudly forward into her mouth. She bobbed her head a few times, sucking the lube from his dick.

Brad snorted. "Enough."

"Shall we keep going?" he asked.

"Hell, yes," Helen replied enthusiastically. Peter's violence had excited her, but she far preferred the hard but considerate pounding Brad had meted out.

He grinned. "Like this morning, it's time for you to do the work."

Brad sat with his torso propped up by the plinth around the sunbed. His black monolith stood proudly erect.

Helen needed no urging. She straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself onto his fabulous black pole. Her hand guided his tip inside her derriere, and Helen sank slowly onto his rigid dick. She hooked her high heels over his thighs and started to ride, doing a slow, rising trot.

She stared into Brad's lust-filled eyes. Her arousal mounted slowly at his evident pleasure. After minutes of pleasurable reaming, she giggled.

"Your dick feels lovely inside me," she said, "but this isn't hard enough, and I want to come again."

Brad laughed and shook his head. "Insatiable hussy. Turn around as I want to fuck your arse in reverse cowgirl anyway."

Helen didn't want his glorious cock to leave her bum, so she carefully shuffled around until she faced Ian, who was filming the action.

She still wore high heels, so Helen didn't rest her feet on his knees. Instead, she planted them on either side of his legs. Knowing her pussy and arse were exposed to the camera added excitement. Her arousal grew as she repeatedly slammed herself onto the mammoth dick in her arse. But it still didn't satisfy her.

"Harder," she urged Brad.

His hands snaked under her knees. His arms lifted her legs so her heels dangled in mid-air. She felt his hips thrust up beneath her, and his cock slammed up into her bum.

Helen moaned with pleasure. "Perfect," she sighed. "Keep going."

The inflexible weapon repeatedly slammed up into her back passage, lifting her and making her enormous, perfect boobs bounce with each hard thrust. She moaned louder and louder as her climax approached.

Soon, her sphincter spasmed, rhythmically gripping Brad's engorged cock.

"My goodness, yes!" she shouted as she climaxed.

Brad slammed up into her again, groaning. "I'm coming too," he moaned.

A liquid rush filled her distended rectum as his dick unloaded a wave of spunk inside her.

When their mutual climax subsided, Brad's arms released her, and she sank onto his still-erect member. She leaned back against him, exhausted.

"You're fucking fantastic," Brad whispered after a few minutes. "The best arse I've ever fucked."

Helen basked in the praise.

A few minutes later, with his rigid dick still embedded in her arse, Brad spoke, "If you're okay, we're not done yet."

Helen exhaled a long sigh of contentment. "I don't want this to stop."

Strong black arms wrapped around her torso. Brad got to his knees, lifting Helen with him. He shuffled around until he was side-on to Ian's prurient camera.

A hand pushed against her back. "Get into doggy," Brad said.

She leaned forward and rested her weight on her arms, with Brad's rigid pole hilt-deep in her backside.

"Philippe, get your French ass up here," Brad said. "Helen's going to suck your pornstar cock."

Helen watched Philippe strip as Brad's rigid weapon started to slam into her arse again. He's massive! Philippe's dick was longer and fatter than any she'd seen before. Brad hadn't exaggerated when he said "pornstar."

When Philippe lay on the sunbed, with his mammoth erection waving in the air, she pulled back his foreskin, greedily inhaled his cock, and started sucking hard. The dick slamming repeatedly into her arse meant she couldn't deep-throat him. Instead, she bobbed her head, trying to inhale as much of his length as possible.

"I think she's ready for her surprise," Brad said.

Philippe's hand lifted her chin away from his mammoth cock, now wet with her spit. Philippe shuffled his way, feet first, under Helen's torso. Brad's strong hands spread her legs apart to let Phillipe slide beneath her.

Helen felt Philippe's massive dick slide down her torso as his head moved towards her. There was none of the awkwardness she'd observed when Kim had been DP'd. These men had clearly done this before. She giggled. "Oh, goody. Two cocks. I can't wait!"

Brad snorted. "Unbelievable."

When his face was finally beneath her, Helen stared down into Philippe's blue eyes, feeling his rigid member pressed against her blonde pubes.

Brad's hands pushed her knees forward, making her torso drop. She felt Philippe's enormous boner rub along her shaved slit, seeking the entrance to her moist grotto.

She moaned when his tip slid inside, stretching her pussy wide. His fat cock slid slowly deeper into her dripping teenage cunt. Helen sighed in ecstasy.

Philippe's eyes were wide. "God, your pussy is still fucking tight."

Helen giggled.

"How does it feel?" Brad asked.

She'd never felt so wonderfully full, even with that massive dildo in her arse and a big cock in her pussy.

"Indescribable," Helen moaned. "I've never felt so full."

When they started to move inside her, Helen gasped with pleasure. The men quickly established a rhythm, pounding both her holes simultaneously. She stared lustfully into Philippe's wide eyes as the men slammed into her pussy and arse. The glorious, unfamiliar sensation of stretching in both holes quickly brought Helen to another crashing climax.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she shouted as she twitched and shuddered, sandwiched uncomfortably between the two men.

The two dicks continued to piston in and out until her thrashing subsided. Helen lay there panting with two dicks inside her, recovering her breath and ecstatic at the new experience.

"That was marvellous," she finally whispered, "but I'm exhausted now."

Brad's hands felt her boobs and her still-hard nipples. "Just one more thing to try," he said gently, "then we can relax."

His dick left her bum hole, and two fingers pushed inside, adding more lube. "You're not gaping too badly," he said critically. "I'd hate to damage your incredible bottom."

A hand slapped her bum gently. "Next, you need to impale your bum on Philippe in reverse cowgirl. Can you manage that?"

She wanted to feel that pornstar dick in her arse. "I'd love to," she said enthusiastically.

Moments later, she lowered herself slowly onto Philippe's incredible erection, feeling it slide inside her back passage, penetrating further than she'd ever felt before. She paused, resting her weight on his groin, savouring how full she felt.

She grinned up at Brad, who was wanking his wet, rigid dick. "You weren't kidding when you said 'pornstar'. He's enormous."

Brad laughed. "He is a pornstar. You've got nine inches of pornstar dick in your arse."

Helen was unsure whether he was joking, so she nodded and grinned. Whatever Philippe was, his colossal dick felt incredible.

"Lean back. You know what's next," Brad said.

Helen giggled and obeyed, anticipating her pussy being dilated.

Brad expertly positioned himself, and she felt his stiff black pole slowly penetrate her dripping swollen entrance. Like before, the men quickly established their rhythm, pounding her relentlessly as she stared into Brad's contorted face.

The two dicks worked the same magic, and she moaned and writhed in passion as they slammed into her. Philippe's enormous dick stretched her arse wonderfully. When Helen reached her peak, her arse clamped hard around his mammoth dick, and she heard Philippe groan. His dick exploded inside her back passage, filling it with spunk. Simultaneously, Brad slammed hard into her pussy. His dick twitched inside her as jizz jetted into her.

The men pounded her as she thrashed, and their cocks ejected more semen into her holes. Finally, they were all spent. Brad collapsed, panting, on top of her, and she felt Philippe gasping beneath her.

They disentangled themselves and lay side-by-side on the enormous sunbed, recovering.

"You're a bloody great fuck," Philippe said. "And both holes are so very tight. Incredible."

Brad snorted. "Isn't she just. Come on, we're done for the day, so let's cool off."

Soon after, the three of them were immersed in the warm Mediterranean water. Helen had fun splashing around in the water with Brad and Philippe, occasionally grabbing their dicks. In return, the men fondled her boobs, and their fingers invaded her pussy.

The men pushed each other under the water, laughing and joking.

After a few minutes of frolicking, they climbed out of the warm, salty water. Before the two men disappeared to dress, Brad turned to Helen.

"We'll see you shortly." He grinned. "I want to ogle your fabulous body, so you have to stay naked."

He gently slapped her bum and gestured towards the sundeck. "Go on, scoot."

Peter barely acknowledged her when Helen reached the sun deck, merely grunting.

Helen tried to be nice to him. "It's been fantastic today. I've loved every moment," she said, but even she thought she sounded insincere.

Peter looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her pussy. "You're still just a cheap whore, even if you are a pretty one."

Helen gave up. A uniformed crewman was behind the impressive bar, so she walked over.

"A gin and tonic, please," she said.

The man smiled and gestured at the bottles arrayed behind him. "Yes, miss. Which gin would you prefer?"

Finally, she decided on a grapefruit gin, which arrived in a posh crystal glass.

"Here you are, miss." The barman paused, looking concerned. He glanced over at Peter. "I hope you enjoyed today?"

Helen blushed scarlet, realising she was still naked. She smiled broadly. "I've loved every moment."

The man's face visibly relaxed. "Glad to hear it, miss."

Helen sat on a sun lounger as far from Peter as possible. The sun was perched on the horizon when the other two men joined her a few minutes later.

"Come on, let's eat," Brad said.

They sat around the table under the canopy next to the bar. Brad made sure he had a good view of Helen's naked body.

Two crewmen served up a fabulous meal. Helen picked a lamb dish with hummus, couscous, and roast tomatoes. It was delicious.

Throughout the meal, she was conscious of Brad's prurient gaze. She played up, spreading her legs occasionally and fingering her pussy.

Brad shook his head, smiling.

Finally, after several hours of chit-chat and copious amounts of gin, Peter stood up.

"Time for bed," he said. His hand reached out towards Helen. "Are you coming?"

Brad turned to Peter and frowned. "The girl has had enough, I think. She can hardly keep her eyes open."

Peter nodded. "But you're done with her, aren't you?"

"We've got everything we need, but I think she's been abused enough for one day. It's up to Helen; it's her decision." Brad turned to her. "Well?"

She still craved another pounding, especially in her arse, even though her pussy and arse both felt sore. Helen had detected an angry undertone to Peter's words. Helen shook her head. "Will you stay with me?"

"Sorry, I don't have the stamina."

Helen was disappointed. "What about Philippe?"

Brad laughed. "Sorry, but no."

Helen sighed, knowing Peter was a brute but excited at the thought he would abuse her arse again. She turned to Peter. ""All right, but I'm shattered."

"Fantastic," Peter said. He held out a hand. "Come on, let's go to bed."

Helen took his hand and meekly allowed herself to be led back to Peter's cabin. As they showered together, Helen endured Peter's hands as they explored her body, and his fingers painfully probed her orifices.

Finally, she collapsed into his enormous bed. It felt like heaven. His body snuggled up behind her, but she fell instantly asleep.

It was dark when she awoke suddenly. A finger roughly probed at her arsehole, pushing inside. Excitement coursed through her body. Peter's going to fuck my arse again! She tried in vain to suppress the joy she felt. The man's an inconsiderate brute. But she felt her nipples harden and a liquid sensation in her pussy. She realised his brutality aroused her.

"Lie on your front," Peter ordered.

Helen reluctantly obeyed. His hands spread her legs wide apart. She felt him straddle her, and his rigid boner rubbed up and down her arse crack. She bit her lip, determined not to scream when Peter's dick invaded her sore rectum.

She tried to suppress the arousal of the rigid dick stroking in and out of her back passage. But to no avail. Peter's rigid dick felt too good inside her, and she felt her orgasm creep ever closer. Soon, she gasped softly with pleasure as her rectum was repeatedly distended by his fat boner.

Helen bucked and squirmed silently when her climax hit. Peter pounded her arse, oblivious to her pleasure, pounding her arse violently after her shudders subsided until, finally, she heard him moan, and his dick deposited another load of jizz into her abused backside.

When he rolled off her, Helen moved away and tried to sleep.

She awoke to dawn's early light leaking in through the cabin windows. Peter snored next to her, deeply asleep. She got up, careful not to wake him, and sneaked, naked, out of his cabin.

She was halfway along the passageway when a uniformed crew member appeared. Helen recognised the barman from last night. He looked unflustered, with a poker face, when Helen approached him stark naked.

"Can you find my clothes, please?" she asked quietly, sounding as if her predicament was normal.

The man smiled. "Yes, miss," he whispered. "I know where they are. Please wait here a moment."

The man turned and went through a nearby door. Moments later, he emerged, carrying her neatly folded clothes and shoes, with her white handbag over one shoulder.

He stood silently as Helen rapidly dressed, taking her knickers, skirt, and top from the pile in his arms.

When she was decent, he spoke softly, almost a whisper. "You're not the first, miss. Unfortunately, he's a vile brute."

"Thank you," Helen replied. She smiled. "I'd better get out of here."

Moments later, she emerged onto the deck. She breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted Brad leaning over the rail, watching the ocean.

"I'd better get you back to shore," Brad said. "I know you don't like Peter much, so let's go before he's up."

On the bumpy ride back to the jetty, Brad spoke. "You were fantastic, thank you. Just what I was looking for."

Brad grinned. "If you hadn't realised, this was an audition. You passed with flying colours, and I want you to make some movies for me. You're perfect for it, proper pornstar material, and I know you'll enjoy it."

Helen was astonished. She'd thought he'd merely bought her services. She shook her head, unsure whether she should accept. What would her father think if he found out? Helen was torn; she loved sex but wouldn't want people to know she did porn.

"Let me think about it. Please?" Helen said after a long pause.

Brad nodded. "Think about it. It pays very well, and I'll be in touch soon."

The sun was fully up when Helen quietly opened the villa's front door. Intimate noises emanated from her father's bedroom. She grinned, wondering if they'd even noticed her absence.

She made coffee, sat on the veranda, and waited for them to get up. She could hardly wait to tell Jessica all about her adventure.