Helen slumped into the comfortable chair and surveyed the marina. At least the restaurant had a decent view. She'd dropped off her phone to be fixed hours ago and was bored and exhausted. She'd traipsed around Corfu Town for hours, killing time. Unlike her father and Jessica, she had little interest in ruins or art, so many attractions didn't interest her.

When the waiter arrived, she ordered a drink and some food. She spent the next hour pleasantly enough. The food was okay, typical tourist fare, but the wine was excellent, though she limited herself to one glass as she had to drive later.

The view was amazing; she enjoyed watching two deeply tanned men, wearing only white shorts, climbing the rigging of an enormous yacht nearby, doing something complicated with the sails. The two men were too distant to make out faces but looked athletic.

The restaurant was busy, so she reluctantly gave up her table and went to sit at the bar. She glanced at the clock. Four hours before her phone would be ready. She could have another glass of wine.

The two tanned men walked to the bar just as the barman delivered a large glass of Sauvignon Blanc. Both wore white shorts and canvas deck shoes and looked hot and bothered.

As she had suspected from a distance, both men were lean and muscular. They looked alike, so Helen guessed they were related, possibly father and son. The older man was well-developed, muscled, and sharply defined. The younger looked softer but still well-muscled.

"Two beers, please," the older man asked the barman.

When the beers arrived, the two men chinked glasses. "Happy birthday, Giles," the older man said.

"Thanks, Dad."

Helen was unsurprised when the beers quickly vanished and were replaced by two more.

Helen raised her glass of wine and smiled at the young man, Giles. "Happy birthday," she said.

The lad smiled back. God, he's a looker. "Thanks." The man looked at her quizzically.

"Helen."

The young man unashamedly ogled her, his gaze mentally stripping her. "Pleased to meet you, Helen," Giles said.

Introductions quickly followed. As Helen had guessed, the older man, Peter, was his father, and it was Giles's nineteenth birthday. They were spending the summer sailing their yacht around the Greek Islands.

They chatted pleasantly for an hour or so. From how both men looked at her, she knew she'd made an impression on both. She smiled to herself. It was sweltering, so Helen unbuttoned her red blouse to the waist. She didn't wear a bra, so she was careful her tits weren't exposed.

Giles's mouth dropped open, and he stared at her cleavage. Peter merely grinned at her.

When she went to the toilet at the far end of a dingy, poorly lit corridor, the older man, Peter, accosted her as she returned, grabbing her arm.

"You look like a professional," Peter said. "I want you to fuck Giles. He's still never done it, and he's nineteen today."

Helen blushed, remembering her recent experience in London when Kim had ensured they were paid handsomely for sex. She shook her head. "I'm not that kind of girl."

The man laughed. "Oh, I'll bet you are."

His strong hand reached into her blouse, fondling her breast. His other hand stuffed two thick bundles of notes, still in bank wrappers, into the waistband of her shorts.

It felt fantastic and exciting to have a stranger grope her so intimately. She automatically pushed herself against his hand.

"Just give me the money back, and we'll forget all about it," Peter said.

Helen considered for a moment. The lad was handsome, just a year older than her, and the prominent bulge in his shorts was promising. And she still had hours to kill. She pulled the cash from her shorts and handed it to Peter. "I'll gladly make love to your son, but I'm not a hooker."

Peter just laughed, not taking the money, pushing her hand back towards her. "Oh no, I insist. Take the money. That way, I get to fuck you afterwards."

Helen almost refused, but the temptation was too strong. Not the money; the idea of two strangers, father and son, fucking her one after the other was too exciting to refuse. She knew her nipples were hard, and her panties felt damp. She grinned lecherously at Peter, looking down at the bulge in his shorts. "If you insist."

Peter's hand still massaged her tits. Helen felt his other hand between her legs, fingering her pussy. She gasped when a finger probed her arsehole. He smiled. "I look forward to destroying this later."

Helen knew real prostitutes charged more for anal, but she was too excited at the prospect. "I can hardly wait."

Peter's hands stopped their intimate explorations of her body, so Helen rearranged her blouse to be decent once more.

Peter laughed. "God, you're a filthy slut. Just don't let Giles know this is professional. I want him to become more confident." Peter paused. "I'll return in an hour or so. That's enough time, isn't it?"

She nodded, walked into the restaurant and sat at the bar beside Giles, excited that she was going to fuck the sexy lad for money. She wondered how inexperienced he really was, as she was sure her father was unaware of her own sexual exploits.

"What do you do?" she asked.

Giles smiled at her, but his gaze was fixed on her chest. "I'm at University." He tore his gaze away from her boobs and looked up. "I'm reading Chemistry, and my second year starts in October."

Peter returned from the toilets as Helen told Giles of her plans to start her first year in October. The lad listened intently to her every word. Helen found herself chatting easily with the young man, discovering they had many shared interests.

She lost track of time. Suddenly, Peter cleared his throat.

"Can I leave you two alone for a bit?" Peter asked. "I need to visit the chandlery."

"Do you want me to go with you, Dad?" Giles asked.

Helen had almost forgotten her task. She thrust her chest out towards Giles, smiling. Her gaze drifted to his crotch, and she hoped he was as big as he looked.

Peter held up a hand. "No, you stay here and have fun."

Once Peter was out of earshot, Helen wasted no time. She leaned towards Giles, letting her blouse hang open so her boobs were visible.

"Do you like me?" she asked. "Because I like you." Her hand felt for his crotch. She grinned; he had a massive boner. "Come on, make love to me. I can feel that you want to."

Giles slowly shook his head. "I'd love to, but unlike my bloody father, I don't need prostitutes."

Helen blushed. Was it really that obvious she'd had sex for money? "But I'm not a prostitute," she protested.

"Oh, come on. Of course, you're being paid for this. Dad knew you were a hooker the moment he clapped eyes on you." The boy laughed. "I don't care, though. You're not bad looking for a slapper."

Giles paused. After a long, thoughtful moment, he continued, "As it is my birthday, I'm going to consider you my present." He smiled tentatively at her. "If that's okay?"

Helen laughed. "Definitely. I fancied you even from a distance when you were up in the rigging."

Giles stood and held out his hand. "Come on, he's always prompt, so we can't dawdle."

He led her onto the large yacht and downstairs to his cabin. On the way, they passed two uniformed crew members. The yacht was palatial, by far the biggest Helen had ever seen. And it wasn't one of those diesel-driven gin palaces; it was rigged for sailing. She approved, wondering just how rich they were.

"I love your boat," she said.

"Dad bought it last year, but this is the first time we've properly sailed her." Giles grinned. "We blew out a sail in that storm the other day, and Dad insisted we repair it ourselves."

Helen looked down at his shorts, which still sported a massive bulge. She wrapped her arms around Giles and kissed him.

Giles was wooden, hardly responding to her kiss, so Helen pushed him away.

"I'm not very good at this," he said quietly. "You'll have to help me."

His inexperience aroused Helen. Giles was so innocent, different from the experienced strangers who'd fucked her before. She laughed. "Hug me back; make me feel wanted. Oh, and open your lips."

She tried again, pulling him close. This time, Giles responded tentatively, putting his arms gently around her. His lips parted, and her tongue wormed between them. Better. This time, when she pushed him away, she smiled. "Much better, but you need a lot more practice."

Helen was more used to submitting but knew Giles needed instruction. "Now undress me," she ordered Giles.

The young man fumbled with the buttons on the sleeves of her unbuttoned blouse for a moment.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "I'm very nervous."

Helen smiled indulgently. Even though this was just her fifth sexual encounter, a world of experience separated them. "Relax and take your time."

She slipped the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Giles's eyes were wide, and he stared at her chest. "I love your huge boobs." His hand reached out but stopped short. "Can I feel them?"

Helen laughed. "Of course."

His hand gently cupped her heavy tit. His other hand reached out, cupping her other breast. "They feel fantastic. So firm."

His hands ran gently all over her tits. His fingers lingered around her nipples, tracing the shape of her protruding areolae.

"I love your puffy nipples."

Helen drank in the praise. No one had complimented her like that before. "You can use your mouth as well," she suggested.

Giles's eyes widened. "Really?"

When she nodded, his head bent forward, and he lightly kissed each hard nipple in turn. His lips wrapped around her puffy areolae, and he gently sucked. As his mouth played with her nipples, Helen reached down and unbuttoned the top of her shorts. Her hands quickly pulled them down below her hips. She felt them slither down her legs, snagging around her knees.

"That feels fantastic," Helen whispered. She giggled softly. "You can explore the rest of me, you know." She paused. "I mean my pussy."

Giles pulled back from her ample chest. He looked up at her and grinned. "Can I?"

"Yes. Pull down my bikini."

Giles dropped to his knees. His hands left her massive boobs and ran down her sides until they reached the thin thong holding her pink bikini in place. He stared intently at the triangle of curly blond hair above her shaved slit when he peeled off her scant bikini.  

He looked up. "I've watched porn, of course, but I've never seen a lady's ... privates before. So sexy."

His father really hadn't exaggerated Giles's inexperience. She laughed. "Go ahead, touch me."

His index finger reached out and ran gently down where her inner lips peeked out. She giggled. It took more gentle urging, but soon, Giles's finger inexpertly pressed between her lips and probed for her opening.

Helen smiled when Giles said, "You feel wet."

"That means I'm aroused."

His finger moved slowly in and out. "Feel around inside as you do that," Helen instructed Giles.

"Yes, like that," she said when he stimulated her properly. She sighed contentedly. "Use your tongue as well. Push it between my lips."

She felt his tongue flick against her labia. After more urging, his tongue finally found the right spot, pressing in and licking around her clitoris.

She put her hands behind his head and let him play intimately with her pussy, enjoying his inexpert attention. His gentle treatment aroused her more than her previous, rougher encounters. Finally, she stopped him. "That will do for now." She laughed. "Now I get to play with you."

Helen knelt before Giles. Her hand felt the impressive bulge in his shorts. He felt big. Sure enough, when she undid the waistband and pulled down his shorts and briefs, releasing his boner, a mammoth uncircumcised dick sprang free.

Helen gasped. It was the biggest she'd ever seen, exceeding even the monster that had invaded her arse when she went shopping before her holiday.

She grinned up at him. "You're huge."

The lad shook his head dismissively. "I bet you say that to all the punters."

Helen blushed, ashamed this was the second time she'd accepted money for sex. She sighed. "I'm not a bloody hooker." She tapped the end of his dick, making it sway, and grinned up at him. "But that really is a monster."

Her hand pulled back his foreskin, meeting fierce resistance. A drop of pre-come glistened at the end of his cock. Helen's tongue flicked out, and she swallowed it.

Giles moaned softly when her tongue explored his glans. Her hand grasped his fat shaft, and she leaned forward, first kissing the end of his rigid weapon and then sliding her lips around his tip until it was in her mouth. He was so big her teeth grazed his dick as it entered her mouth.

She started to suck and bob her head.

Suddenly, Giles groaned, "I'm sorry."

Helen felt his hips thrust forward, and his dick exploded, pouring gallons of cum into her mouth, so much that it filled her mouth and ran down her chin.

She waited until the jizz stopped flooding into her mouth and pulled back. She grinned up at Giles, opening her mouth to show him it was full of cum and swallowed theatrically.

Giles slowly shook his head, blushing bright scarlet. "No one has ever sucked my dick before."

She'd already guessed that. Helen laughed. "I'd hardly got started." She paused. "Do you want me to try again?"

Giles nodded. "Oh yes, it felt wonderful!"

Helen opened wide, and her head pushed forward. His glans grazed against her teeth again as she inhaled him. This time, he didn't explode immediately. She sucked him vigorously, bobbing her head and wanking his shaft. Her head pushed forward until she gagged as his enormous dick reached her tonsils.

He really was huge; there was still room for Helen's hand to hold his shaft. She had never overcome her gag reflex before, but he couldn't know that. She decided to experiment. After several unsuccessful bobs of her head, when she ended up coughing and spluttering, she tilted her head slightly and felt his engorged boner slide hotly down her throat. Helen was overjoyed. She repeatedly pulled her head back so his dick almost left her mouth before pushing forward, feeling his hot, stiff rod slide down her throat until her lips pressed against his stiff pubes.

Giles groaned. "I think I'm going to come again," he murmured.

His dick was only just between her moist lips when his hips bucked violently, knocking his tip out of her mouth. Hot spunk sprayed all over her face and into her hair. Helen felt it run down her cleavage.

His face was scarlet again. "Oh god, I'm sorry."

Helen giggled. "It washes off." She paused, staring at the enormous, fat dick that swayed wetly in front of her face. "I want to feel your monster inside me now."

She didn't want to embarrass him, knowing he might fumble when he tried to enter her. "Lie on the bed," she ordered, uncomfortable at being in control.

Giles smiled. He lay down, propping his head up on the pillows.

"Perfect," Helen said.

She climbed onto the bed and crawled towards his face until she looked down into his blue eyes. Her head leaned forward, and she kissed him, pleased when he responded. Their tongues intertwined as they kissed. Impatient to feel his mammoth erection inside her, Helen broke their kiss.

She reached behind herself and grabbed his fat shaft, shuffling backwards.

When she was positioned above his dick, she grinned down at him. "Here goes. Let's see if it fits."

Her hand guided him to her entrance. Helen gasped when she felt his tip press between her lips and into her dripping snatch.

"You're enormous." She smiled lewdly. "I think I'm going to love this."

Giles groaned as she lowered herself. "I didn't think it would feel this tight," he said.

He gasped as she lifted herself slightly and then pushed herself further onto his long, thick rod, stretching her wider than she'd ever experienced. "Fabulous," Helen sighed.

She slowly sank further, impaling herself on Giles's rigid weapon, until finally, her weight rested on him. She smiled contentedly. "You're not a virgin anymore."

Giles grinned. "I guess not. What now?"

Helen chortled. "Now I'm going to ride you."

She loved the feeling as every inch of his dick stretched her pussy almost painfully wide. She lifted herself slowly, feeling her cunt reluctantly pull away from his monster.

"Is this okay?" Giles asked. "Am I doing it right?"

It felt incredible. Helen nodded, grinning. "Yes. Just wait; I'm sure we'll both love it."

"I do already," Giles said quietly, "but I want you to enjoy it too."

Helen rode him slowly, lifting herself until his dick almost left her before sitting back down. She gazed into his startling blue eyes, watching his face, which was filled with wonder. It's the first time his dick has been inside anyone! His joy at each new experience aroused her immensely, and Helen found herself quickly approaching climax, even though she still rode him gently.

"My goodness, I'm going to come," she said, surprised.

She rose and fell faster, moaning loudly as she sat down hard on Giles's cock. Her cunt rippled against his mammoth member. "Yes, that's it," she yelled.

The look of shock and wonder on Giles's face aroused her further, and her muscles twitched and spasmed. She shuddered in ecstasy as she sat upright, impaled on Giles's rigid pole.

Helen exhaled with a long, satisfied sigh. "Divine. I've never come so quickly before." She grinned down at Giles. "Thank you."

Giles's hands reached up and pulled her forward so her boobs pressed against his chest. He kissed her passionately.

"Was that okay?" he asked nervously when they broke apart, breathless.

She nodded. "More than okay. I never come that fast." She grinned lasciviously. "Now I'm going to make you come."

Helen sat back upright and started riding again. She increased her pace, slamming herself down onto Giles's engorged weapon. She leaned forward, planting her hands on his chest to watch his face. Soon, Giles was gasping, and Helen felt her own arousal mount. Giles started to lift his hips each time Helen's hips rocked, driving his weapon deeper inside her. It felt incredible.

Her entire being seemed focused on the hot, rigid rod that invaded her so deeply and intimately. Waves of pleasure coursed through her. "My goodness, again!" she moaned.

Her tight snatch clenched rhythmically around the fat dick embedded hilt deep in her. Giles's hips bucked, and he groaned loudly. Helen closed her eyes, writhing in passion as he unloaded more spunk than she thought possible into her distended pussy. Their mutual climax seemed to extend forever. Finally, her shuddering subsided, and Helen opened her eyes and looked down at Giles.

"Incredible, thank you," she said. "I love feeling you so deep inside me."

Giles shook his head slowly. "It's me who should be grateful. You grip me so tight, and it feels so much better than wanking." He grinned. "I'm so glad I made you come. It seems only fair that you enjoy it too."

Helen laughed, lifting herself slightly. "I loved it." She wriggled on his dick. "Twice."

Helen sank back onto Giles's enormous rigid dick, enjoying how the monster stretched her pussy wide open. He had made her come twice, and her body was flushed with arousal. She grinned down at the lad. "Come on, take me from behind. This time, you'll have to do the work."

"Really?" he asked. "I mean, can I? Do you want me to?"

Helen laughed. "Absolutely." She twisted sinuously on his massive dick. "I want this inside me as much as possible."

She stood up, lifting herself off Giles's boner. Spunk dribbled out of her pussy and dripped onto his groin.

Helen got onto all fours on the bed beside where Giles lay. She grinned at him. "Come on, I'm feeling empty."

Giles laughed. "Slave driver."

Helen watched him get onto his knees. His tanned body looked magnificent. He shuffled awkwardly behind her.

Giles's hands ran all over her flushed body, reaching around and cupping her firm boobs. "I love your body. So soft," Giles said. "I'm so glad I met you."

His hands slid back along her body, and she felt him caress her bum cheeks. She waited in anticipation. A finger gently ran along her shaved slit.

"I love how your pussy peeks out between your thighs," Giles said.

She felt his dick replace the finger, rubbing briefly along her slit. Helen sighed when she felt his tip push gently between her lips. Giles fumbled briefly, but she soon felt his dick force its way inside her tight entrance, making her gasp with delight.

Giles's hands were on her hips when his monster slid smoothly into her wet minge in one long, glorious thrust. He rested with his groin pressed against her arse before starting to slowly shaft her.

His monster dick slid smoothly in and out of her tight pussy. Helen loved the feeling as each inch stretched her cunt almost to bursting point.

"You're so big and deep," she sighed. "It feels delightful."

Giles's hands still grasped her hips, holding her gently as he shafted her.

"Your pussy is gripping me so tight; it feels incredible." He snorted. "Delightful, even. I'd love to make you come again. I don't want to disappoint you."

Helen smiled. "Just pound me harder, big boy."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

She laughed. "Don't worry. You won't."

The change was immediate. Giles's mammoth cock slammed into Helen's cunt. She felt his groin slap against her arse. Better! But it wasn't enough; she wanted it rough this time.

"Even harder and faster," she urged him.

Giles grunted with effort now. His fat dick rammed viciously into her, stimulating her. Helen started moaning loudly, knowing she was near the edge. "My goodness, that's it. Keep that up."

His groin slapped audibly against her arse, and Giles grunted with each delicious thrust. "Yes," she shouted. "I'm coming, Giles. Fuck me hard!"

Her snatch rippled against the massive dick that invaded her wet inner sanctum. Her muscles shivered and spasmed. "My goodness, yes. That feels amazing."

Giles moaned loudly as his groin slapped against her arse. "I'm coming too. God, you're gripping my dick so tight."

She felt spunk flood into her again. How full were his balls? This was the fourth time he'd come, and still, he filled her to overflowing with hot jizz.

Giles continued shafting her slowly, thrusting deep inside her, long after their orgasms had faded. Helen didn't want it to stop, but finally, Giles pulled out. His monster boner was still rigid.

Giles grinned. "Come on, let's shower together before we go back."

Helen stood and pulled him close, kissing him passionately. He's getting better at this. Her hand found his erection and wanked it slowly. When they broke apart, gasping for breath, she spoke, "You're still rock hard!"

He grinned. "You're so beautiful and sexy, I can't help it."

Giles took her hand. "Come on," he urged Helen, leading her to the bathroom with a large shower, big enough for them to stand underneath.

Under the hot water, they soaped each other down for ages, exploring each other's intimate areas, giggling. Finally, they got dried and dressed.

"I'm sorry I called you a slapper and a whore earlier," Giles said. "It was incredibly rude of me."

"Thank you," Helen whispered. "I'm really not a hooker; I've never been paid for sex before," she lied. "Your dad just wanted me to help you lose your virginity." She smiled and ogled the man. "You're so handsome, I wanted to do it anyway." Helen blushed. "He forced the money on me because he wants to screw me as well."

"I guessed it was something like that," Giles said. "I hate talking about him like this, but Dad's an awful man. He uses women, and I know he pays for escorts all the time." He paused. "Mummy's well shut of him."

Helen felt butterflies in her stomach as she anticipated Peter violating her arse.

Giles held her hand as they walked along the jetty back to the bar. Helen decided she liked the young man, but they seemed unlikely to meet again, given the circumstances. That won't do! She stopped.

"Give me your phone, please?" she asked.

Giles smiled. He pulled out a phone, unlocked it and handed it to her.

Helen quickly tapped in her number and handed it back. "Text me."

"You can count on it."

When they reached the restaurant, Peter was at the bar with a half-drunk beer. He grinned, glancing at his watch. "You took your time. I hope you had fun?"

Helen wondered how Peter would manage the handover from his son. After all, he had insisted she make it seem unprofessional. But Giles surprised her.

"Oh, for god's sake, Dad, I know you paid to fuck her," Giles said. "Just be nice to her. I like Helen."

Helen felt different butterflies in her stomach. She resolved that, however they arranged it, she would see Giles again. If she did, she realised, it would be the first time she'd have sex with the same man on two separate occasions. Already, Helen had spoken to him more than all her other conquests combined.

Peter snorted. "She's just another bloody hooker, a right slapper. Don't fall for the 'girlfriend experience' shtick."

Giles glanced at Helen, shaking his head. "Just treat her right."

Peter took her hand and led her back to the yacht. Helen giggled with excitement until she glanced over her shoulder. Shame coursed through her when she saw Giles watching as his father led her away to be fucked for money.

This time, she was led to a vast, luxurious suite near the prow. The moment Peter closed the door, he moved so he stood before her. "On your knees, bitch. You know what to do."

Helen hated his language and tone, but she knelt, undid his shorts and pulled them down, and then his briefs. Peter's massive boner sprang out, grazing her nose. She smiled up at Peter. Not quite as big as Giles. But more than adequate, it was still the second longest dick she'd encountered, only surpassed by his son.

"Come on, suck it then," Peter said.

Helen licked around his circumcised tip briefly before wrapping her lips around his shaft. Her hand grabbed his fat shaft, and she started moving her head and hand together, sucking hard.

Peter groaned. "Oh, that feels good."

His hands grasped the back of her head, preventing her from moving backwards. Peter started to thrust with his hips, fucking her face. His dick drove into her mouth, making her splutter and cough when it touched her tonsils. Helen hated it. She slapped his arse and tried to pull back, but the man still thrust away at her face. He's a total pig, Helen decided. She endured his rough attention until, finally, he stopped. He laughed.

"I don't want to come yet."

Helen looked at him angrily. "Don't do that again. I don't like it."

He chuckled. "Given how much I paid, I'll do what I damn well like."

That's not how it works! Atrocious man. She stood up, furious with the appalling beast.

His eyes looked her up and down, pausing on her impressive chest but lingering longest on her pink, swollen pussy. Peter laughed. "I can't believe I'm going to fuck my son's sloppy seconds."

His fingers ran up and down her wet slit, arousing her. Two fingers pushed roughly inside her tight minge.

"Not so sloppy, I guess," he said, surprised.

Sex with Peter was utterly different to her experience with his son. With Giles, everything had been considerate, even when she demanded he pound her hard. Peter was more practised, but it felt mechanical. And the man was truly vile.

He ordered her to lie back on the bed, clutching her knees to her chest with her feet over his shoulders.

Helen gasped when he rammed his boner violently into her pussy.

Peter nodded. "Still tight. You'll do nicely."

He started slowly, pistoning in and out of Helen's wet cunt. His enormous dick felt marvellous inside her, but magic was missing. Her knees were pressed against her chest, and her feet dangled over Peter's shoulders. She watched his impassive face as he rammed his long, thick weapon into her tight twat. The vicious thrusts felt incredible, stretching her cunt wide. Even without the magic, Helen felt her arousal build, and she started moaning loudly.

"God, you're very tight for a hooker," Peter said.

Helen could barely speak as the man pounded her pussy. She moaned and shook her head in denial.

Peter laughed. "I paid you, remember. You're just a filthy whore."

Helen hadn't counted, but he'd paid a fortune to fuck her. The thrill of being used for money when she'd have happily banged him anyway aroused her further, and she craved the moment when he would inevitably violate her arse.

The monstrous weapon slammed hard into her. She gasped and moaned each time Peter's groin slapped loudly against her. She was close to the edge now.

"My goodness," she yelled. "I'm coming."

Her muscles spasmed, and she felt her cunt clench around Peter's massive cock. The man ignored her climax, and his engorged member continued slamming into her. Helen's climax ebbed away, but still, Peter brutally rammed into her tight cunt.

He pounded away at her for what felt like a delicious eternity. She felt herself near the edge again, but Peter's face contorted, and he sighed. One brutal thrust into her snatch later, and she felt his hot spunk flood into her pussy. His hips twitched as his dick spewed more cum into her.

He sighed contentedly. "Oh, I needed that." He leered at her. "Now, I'm going to destroy your arse."

His rigid dick pulled out of her, leaving her unfulfilled, and a river of cum gushed out of her swollen, abused pussy, making a large wet patch on the bed.

Peter looked down at her blond, hairy cunt. His hand roughly felt along her shaved slit, and two fingers pushed inside. "God, still tight after that pounding." He grinned. "I bet my son didn't make you come like that."

Helen's dislike for the man grew. Giles had fucked her equally hard but was considerate, ensuring she enjoyed herself. She smiled lewdly, wanting to wound the man. "Better," she said. "He's got a mammoth dick."

Peter snorted. "Well, I know he didn't fuck your arse." He pointed at a table that jutted from the wall. "Bend over that," he ordered.

Helen was still breathless from the pounding she'd just received, so she stayed on her back with her knees akimbo, panting.

"Come on, I haven't got all day."

Obediently, Helen rolled off the bed, avoiding the sticky, wet patch. She took a few paces to the ship's table, which was firmly attached to the bulkhead and had a rim to stop plates flying off in bad weather. She bent over the table. It was narrow, so her boobs hung over the other side. The rim dug uncomfortably into her.

She sensed Peter moved behind her. His hands pulled her cheeks apart. "Nice arse. So inviting."

She gasped when a glob of cold lube trickled down between her buttocks. A finger smeared it around her sphincter and then pushed hard inside her. Helen moaned with pleasure as it hooked around inside her tight bottom.

Helen squealed when, without warning, three oily fingers pushed hard into her arse. "Oi, gently," she said.

A hand slapped her arse cheek painfully. The three fingers continued moving excruciatingly in and out of her tight, burning anus.

"Be quiet."

The pain slowly subsided as the three fingers stretched her sphincter, but her ring still burned slightly when they withdrew.

She felt his dick rub briefly up and down between her bum cheeks. His fat dick pressed hard at her back entrance. Peter's hands grabbed her hips. Helen screamed when his enormous dick slammed painfully into her back passage in one brutal thrust.

Peter slowly started shafting her arse. His mammoth cock pistoned slowly in and out as the delicious burning subsided. Helen relished the feeling as each inch of his engorged dick distended her rectum.

"I love your tight arse," Peter said. "Let's see how it stands up to being pounded hard."

Like when Giles had started to pound her pussy, Helen felt the difference immediately. The fat rigid dick slammed hard into her tight derriere, stretching her marvellously. She revelled in the glorious sensations as Peter reamed her arse hard and fast. His hairy groin slammed against her repeatedly. Helen started moaning, gasping each time the inflexible rod rammed into her.

A hand slapped her bottom. "Spread your cheeks," Peter ordered her.

Helen's hands reached back and pulled her buttocks apart. His dick slammed even deeper into her rectum. Divine!

Suddenly, Peter pulled out. "God, so tight, and you're not even gaping."

His rigid boner slammed back into her. She felt the increase in pace; each rapid thrust was now brutally hard. With her hands spreading her cheeks, his dick penetrated deeper into her rectum than ever. After a magnificent, wonderfully painful interval that stretched for what felt like forever, Helen felt herself approaching orgasm again.

The man might be a lousy, uncouth pig, but his enormous, fat boner felt terrific inside her back passage. "My goodness, you're big," she moaned. "So deep in my bottom."

Peter laughed. "And you're a filthy, anal whore. Still fucking tight."

His mammoth dick slammed into her violently. Helen felt herself reach the zenith. Her sphincter clamped hard on the dick that was embedded hilt deep in her bum, and her muscles spasmed as she came.

Peter moaned. "Yes, that's it."

His hips slapped against her cheeks once more, and she felt a liquid rush deep inside her. Peter's hips twitched against her again and again as he groaned with pleasure.

"I love your tight arse," he moaned.

He continued to slowly piston in and out of her bum as Helen's ecstasy ebbed away. He finally pulled out.

He laughed, just one brief guffaw. "Finally, you're gaping."

His hands pulled her hands away from her bum, and then they slapped her arse hard. First, one cheek, and then the other. Helen enjoyed the tingling that lingered after each painful slap.

"Fucking hell, it's already closing."

Helen stood up, feeling jizz slowly leaking from her arse. Her hand felt behind her. Her anus wasn't fully closed, allowing her finger inside.

"Come on, get dressed, then go find my son." He paused. "I'll join you after I've had a shower."

Helen was irritated that Peter hadn't offered her a shower. She knew her body was flushed and beaded with sweat but with cum still oozing out of her gaping arse, Helen pulled on her pink bikini bottoms. Her arms slipped into the sleeves of her blouse. Helen buttoned it up, pulled on her tiny shorts, and picked up her high heels, walking barefoot into the corridor, leaving Peter's luxurious cabin without a backward glance. Several uniformed crew members grinned knowingly as she passed them.

Giles was nowhere to be seen when she returned to the bar. The barman looked her flushed, sweaty body up and down, grinning. When Peter finally joined her, he looked disappointed, and Helen realised the man had wanted to gloat, shaming his son.

"What are your plans?" Helen asked. "Will I see you again?"

She meant Giles, but Peter misinterpreted her. He laughed.

"You really are a filthy anal whore, aren't you? We'll be in Avlaki in a few days if you want to go another round."

Her pussy was sore from the repeated hammerings it had taken, and her arse still gaped slightly. She knew she'd love another reaming, but only from Giles, not Peter. I can endure Peter again if it means I get his son.

She grinned lecherously. "I'm looking forward to it already."

When she checked the time, she realised her phone had been ready for over an hour. She reluctantly gave Peter her number and left as soon as she could manage, ashamed she'd let this vile man fuck her arse. But his dick had felt incredible, so big and deep in her back passage. Shamefully, she knew she'd put up with a lot to feel it pounding her again.

During the drive back, her phone had pinged repeatedly. She parked outside the villa and checked the notifications as she walked through the front door. She was surprisingly happy when she opened a message from Giles.

Thank you. That was wonderful, and I hope we can meet again soon.

She added him as a contact, grinning broadly. She'd spent more time talking to the handsome young man than any of the other men who had fucked her, and she realised she liked him, wanting to see him again.

She willfully ignored a more graphic message from Peter, vowing to never allow him to fuck her again, even in the arse. She grinned. She'd have to teach Giles about anal.

After a long, hot shower, Helen poured herself an enormous gin and tonic, satiated but thoroughly ashamed of herself. Not just another session when she was fucked by strangers and in the arse too, but being paid for it. She had even promised Peter another round; he was due to sail into Avlaki Bay in a few days.

She was on her second stiff drink when she spotted her father hand-in-hand with Jessica, strolling back along the road to the villa. They were laughing and joking, utterly comfortable with each other's company. Helen was suddenly deeply envious of Jessica and the easy intimacy between her and Helen's father.

Helen had watched her chaste friend tentatively flirt with her father, increasing in confidence since the start of their holiday. She guessed Jessica had finally succeeded and was no longer a virgin. Just like Helen had popped Giles's cherry earlier. Helen knew she must have experienced far more filthy and exciting sex than her newly deflowered friend. But she was still envious. Helen had never known any of her partners.

When her father appeared on the veranda with Jessica, acting all innocent, Helen was spiteful and nasty to both of them, trying to assuage her jealousy.

But her jealousy redoubled when Jessica clutched her father's arm, and they exchanged a knowing glance before Jessica retorted angrily. She hated that her shy friend had such an intimate rapport; that it was with Helen's father made it worse.