She smiled when she heard him singing as he ran water into the washbowl. A moment later he stepped into the room, a large towel wrapped around his waist. Chloe saw a look of surprised delight on his face as he took in her beautiful upturned ass and her pinkly swollen pussylips, dripping with sexjuice. She had never in her life given a man such a blatant invitation and she felt that he would only have to give her cunt the slightest touch for her to soar into an intense climax.

  Iannis let the towel fall to the floor. Chloe saw his cock standing up naked and proud and she licked her lips with hunger. It was enormous, at least nine or ten inches long. Dark olive, the fleshy pole curved upwards from a thick mass of black curly hair which covered his pendant balls, both as big as lemons. A great vein stood out along the length up to the bulbous tip which was throbbing with lust. Big drops of oily semen were already oozing from the slit and dripping down to the base.

  Staring at it, Chloe suddenly wondered if she’d even be able to take such a monster in her ass, let alone what it would feel like with the full length crammed into her rectum. And if he were to fuck her long and hard and deep with it! He’d rupture her bowels! But consumed with desire to have his huge erection inside her bottom and convinced that somehow she could accommodate it, Chloe reached round and held open the soft globes of her behind with her hands.

  “I want your big cock shoved deep into my ass, Iannis,” she begged. “I want to feel you right inside my body.”

  “Ah Chloe,” Iannis said, sighing with pleasure. “That is the way I like the best. It will be very good, I promise,” and he reached for the bottle of cocoa butter and flipped open the top, squeezing out a big glob into his palm.

  Chloe watched in excitement as Iannis slowly and thoroughly lubricated his cock, first smoothing the thick cream over the head, then massaging it along the length, even rubbing the greasy liquid into his pubic hair and down over his testicles. Chloe could smell the strong scent of his arousal and her mouth began to water, her lips opening, her saliva drooling onto the pillow. She didn’t know which she wanted most: to take the great rod of flesh into her mouth and suck out the honeyed contents of his overfull balls, or to feel it spurting deep into her back passage. But Iannis soon decided for her.

  He moved round behind her and climbed onto the bed, then knelt between her legs. She jumped with pleasure when she felt him bury his hot tongue in her pussy, lapping over her clit and the wet folds of her swollen labia, pushing the lips apart so that he could lick deep into the tunnel of her vagina. His tongue writhed and squirmed within her spasming sex and Chloe climaxed immediately, a new flood of her sexjuice pouring down over Iannis’s nose and mouth.

  Greedily he swallowed down her come, then lapped and licked over her puckered anus, thrusting his tongue as far into the musky entrance as he could. Wanting more, he spread her sphincter with his fingers and fucked her with his tongue time and again as she wiggled her buttocks with pleasure. What Iannis was doing to her felt good, so very, very good.

  “Do you like that?” Iannis asked, his face buried between her the cheeks of her ass.

  “Oh, it’s wonderful,” Chloe moaned. “It’s delicious. I love it!”

  Her come dripping from his chin, Iannis raised his head for a moment and reached again for the cocoa butter. He squeezed out a generous amount over his fingers, then moved back between her legs. The next thing Chloe knew Iannis had put two of his greasy fingers into her sopping sex. She swayed on her elbows and moaned deep in her chest as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of her vagina until her back was fully arched, her asshole opening and closing in excited anticipation.

  Backing her beautiful hips onto Iannis’s fingers, Chloe fucked herself wildly with them, yearning for his whole hand to enter her overheated pussy. But Iannis ignored her obvious need and removed his fingers from her sex, moving them to the puckered pink ring of her anus and pushing them past the tight muscle, making Chloe moan into the pillow, shaking her hips in desire. God she wanted him there. Wanted his huge fat cock in her ass. Fucking her asshole. Buggering her.

  For several minutes Iannis moved his fingers back and forth, opening up Chloe’s anal sphincter. Then he climbed onto the bed and squatted above her, bending his legs at the knees and pointing the engorged pole of his cock down towards the entrance to her bottom.

  “I will start this way,” he said. “It will be easier for you at first because I am big I think and I could hurt you when I push.”

  “Please, Iannis,” Chloe whimpered, her belly quivering with desire. “Fuck my ass. I want your cock inside me!”

  She craned her neck and watched as Iannis slowly lowered himself until his well-lubricated glans was pressing firmly against the entrance of her anus. He pushed a little harder, holding the spear of his cock in his fingers and wriggling it around to force her sphincter to accept him. As he did so, Chloe took a deep breath and suddenly the tip was inside her ass, the tight anal muscle sucking at the head of his prick.

  Maintaining his advantage over the slowly opening entrance, Iannis made Chloe gasp with pain and pleasure when he used short, stabbing strokes to force her asshole far enough open to take in the whole head of his cock, then waited while the entrance slowly relaxed and became used to the unfamiliar invader. Chloe wasn’t at all sure she was going to be able to go through with taking the entire length but she gritted her teeth, bunched the pillow up in her fingers and waited for Iannis to try.

  Slowly and inexorably Iannis pushed the full length of his heavily-lubricated cock into Chloe’s rectum. As inch after inch of the massive prick drove past her wide-stretched anus and entered her back passage, Chloe became lost in a sort of rapture, her mind fogging with lust and love, unable to distinguish between where her body ended and Iannis’s began. All her being was concentrated on the slick tight walls of her rectum clasped around the hugely hard truncheon which filled it to capacity until she suddenly realized that the glans was buried in her bowels, his balls were rubbing against her dripping pussylips, and his belly was hard up against the cheeks of her buttocks. Iannis’s cock was in her ass to the hilt.

  For a few moments Iannis allowed Chloe to get used to the sensation of having her asshole stuffed full with something it couldn’t expel. Then he circled her slim waist with his arms, one hand cupping her huge left breast, the other reaching between her legs to seek her pussy and her clitoris. Kneading her breast and drawing out the nipple with his fingers, Iannis swept the tip of a finger of his other hand repeatedly back and forth across the stiff bud of her clitoris. She gasped, “Ohhhh...that feels so good! Rub it...rub it!” as Iannis started to fuck her ass in earnest, lifting his hips up and down and ramming his cock home with every downward stroke, making her shriek into the pillow as an incredible sensation of intense pleasure spread from her overstretched asshole.

  Totally at the mercy of the slick, straining prick pistoning in and out of her opened-up rear, Chloe jerked and thrashed under Iannis as he buggered her with long, deep strokes, his swollen balls repeatedly banging to and fro against her pussylips spread wide by his masturbating fingers. “Yes, Iannis. Yes! Oh god, yes!” Chloe cried as time and again she felt his cock enter her bowels, churning up the contents.

  And then Iannis suddenly stopped humping her and started to withdraw his prick from the slimy and slippery tunnel of her rectum, pulling it back past the tightly clasping ring of her distended anal sphincter until he finally withdrew it completely. Chloe whimpered with frustration. “What’s the matter, Iannis? Isn’t it good?”

  “Yes, of course, Chloe,” he said. “But I want to get my cock even deeper inside your body. Wait a moment.”

  He climbed off the bed and Chloe turned over to face him. His cock glistened with the cocoa butter and his sperm. But far from disgusting her it only made her even more aroused. “I will lie on my back and you must lie on top of me,” he said, helping her up.

  Shaking with trepidation and raging desire, Chloe straddled Iannis’s body, her sex opening wide and dripping sexjuice onto his belly as she did so. Then she lay full-length on her back on top of him, positioning the deep cleft of her ass over the rigid length of his cock and settling her head into his shoulder. Iannis’s body felt wonderfully hot and masculine under her, his arms strong and muscular as he stroked his hands roughly over her huge swollen breasts and took firm hold of her buttocks, lifting her up and setting his cock once more at the distended opening of her asshole.

  Chloe felt totally at Iannis’s mercy as he took his cock in his hand, plugged the engorged head back inside the enlarged entrance to her backside and then pushed the throbbing tip once again deep into her narrow rectal sheath. She could feel his great prick inching into her, the renewed assault sending waves of ecstasy coursing from the fleshy globes of her buttocks up through her belly and into her brain. Chloe’s whole being was concentrated on the prick splitting her ass and entering her bowels, triggering a rectal orgasm that made her feel as if she was being torn apart with excruciating pleasure.

  Picking up speed, Iannis groaned deeply as he fucked his cock repeatedly into the depths of Chloe’s shitchute, forcing out streams of warm sexjuice from the rhythmically opening and closing entrance of her pussy and a thick fragrant foam from her seething rectum that trickled over his balls and pooled in the crack of his ass.

  Each of his thrusts seemed to last an eternity and Chloe gradually became aware that his penis was growing even bigger inside her bottom and she knew it was about to spit out a tidal wave of boiling come. There was nowhere she could escape to: she was going to get it good, like a hosepipe exploding in her guts.

  “Oh yes, Iannis ...” Chloe gasped in response to his deep heaving thrusts. “Come for me! Come in my ass...!”

  “Chloe ... Chloe ... AHHHHH!” Iannis cried out in response, his orgasm starting deep in his balls, a flood of sperm rushing into the length of his cock. Instinctively Chloe tightened the ring of her anus around the suddenly expanding base of the straining prick clasped tight by her back passage, seeing in her mind the gaping cum-hole, buried deep inside her bowels, opening like a volcano preparing to erupt.

  Grasping the soft weight of Chloe’s breasts in his hands, Iannis let out a groan from deep in his belly, rammed his cock so far up into her rectum that she thought it would split her open and climaxed, his penis convulsing in great spasms, the pent-up stream of his sperm jetting out in spurt after spurt. Chloe’s own orgasm followed instantly.

  She shook and hissed with pleasure at the intensity of it, shocked by the fiery glow of ecstasy that spread from deep in her bowels and spread to her pussy, belly, thighs, upwards to her chest and face. She felt her thighs suddenly flooded with her own juices which mingled with the rivulets of creamy sperm that ran from between her buttocks. And then she collapsed helplessly onto Iannis’s lunging body, the heaving of his chest matching hers as he sucked and bit her neck and ears, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh as the torrent of his boiling come eventually subsided.

  Despite his ejaculation Iannis’s cock remained rigid and lodged in Chloe’s anus as though it refused to acknowledge his balls were drained. Indeed, within moments she felt his kisses becoming more urgent and he flexed his hips to rouse her.

  “Oh, God, Iannis!” she moaned desperately. “You couldn’t! Not so soon!”

  But his thrusts were already starting and Chloe knew that her plugged, plundered, jerked and sperm-flooded anus was about to undergo another onslaught. From then on the only sound heard in the cabin was a feverish panting as, again and again, she submitted to Iannis’s inexhaustible lust for buggering her, jets of his scalding semen erupting from his bloated balls every few minutes, overflowing her distended anus and drenching their spasming sexes and the bed.

  * * * *

  Life settled into a pattern for the next four days. Chloe would sit in the cabin and do whatever she could to keep herself amused, mostly by reading paperbacks and newspapers left lying around by passengers which Iannis brought her. Every evening Iannis would bring her food and then bugger her, like Leo growing steadily more inventive. If he had time, he would fuck her the Greek way in the morning as well, though sometimes Chloe found this uncomfortable if her back passage wasn’t empty but nothing she could say or do halted Iannis’s determination to stuff her asshole with his cock as often as he possibly could.

  It was on the morning of the seventh day that Chloe realized she couldn’t take much more of the routine she was enduring. She still took pleasure in having sex with Iannis, but the endlessness of the voyage, not being able to leave the cabin and the fact that she heard the ship dock every day and couldn’t get off made her seriously unhappy. Iannis was naturally aware of her misery and did his best to reassure her that they would reach Athens within a few days but to Chloe the time seemed interminable and no amount of his enthusiastic lovemaking was enough to make her feel she could stand being on the boat for much longer.

  Chloe could finally take no more on what she estimated to be midday on the Saturday. The ship had docked, she assumed at one of the Cyclades islands, and she heard voices outside the porthole, English voices. She was sure she recognized the man’s voice as Leo’s and she couldn’t stop herself from looking out, despite the fact that she risked being arrested as a stowaway.

  The Englishman was paying off a taxi and shouting “Hey, hold on Liz!” to a blonde girl walking towards the gangway of the ship. He turned round and Chloe saw it wasn’t Leo. But she also saw something else. Something she couldn’t believe at first until her amazement was replaced by a cold, intense rage.

  Across the harbor was a column on which was a statue of a stag. The emblem of the island of Rhodes. The column that stood at the entrance to Rhodes harbor.

  Barely able to stop herself screaming in fury, Chloe stamped over to the cabin door and yanked it open. There was no-one in the passageway outside and she walked out, turning towards a stairway and climbing it to reach the deck. The sun streamed onto her face and she almost wept with the sense of release, of finally being out of Iannis’s bloody cabin.

  A steward walked past her, glancing at her body with in admiration.

  “Excuse me,” she asked him. “Could you tell me where I can find the Captain?”

  “Certainly, Miss. I will show you. Please follow me.”

  Chloe followed the steward to the bridge where the Captain was standing over a chart table. The steward said something to the Captain who turned and smiled at Chloe. “Yes, Miss,” he said. “Can I help you?”

  “Captain, I met a Mr. Metrides in a taverna on the dockside,” Chloe said, fighting to get herself under control. She might have been boiling with rage but she wasn’t about to admit that she had spent the last nine days on board the ship as a stowaway. “He told me he was an officer on this ship.”

  That is true. He is the Navigation Officer.”

  “He said that the ship was going to Athens and that he could arrange a passage for me so that I could catch my return flight to London.”

  “I am sorry young lady,” the Captain said. “But I have no idea why he told you that. This ship does not sail anywhere near Athens. It is the ferry between Rhodes and the island of Crete. The journey takes just over a day each way.”

  Chloe could only splutter, “But - !”

  The Captain laughed. “He was probably playing a joke on you because you are beautiful and he hoped you could be persuaded to travel with us,” he said. “Mr. Metrides does have an eye for the ladies. Unfortunately as you English say, you have been ‘had’. Is that the right phrase?”

  Bloody hell yes, thought Chloe. And in more ways than one, the buggering Greek bastard!

  Emma’s Helpful Neighbors

  It was ten o’ clock on a Friday night and Tom was away on a course. Emma rummaged through the collection of dildos, vibrators and buttplugs she kept in a drawer in her makeup table. She chose the largest buttplug, a monster whose widest section was at least four inches across, picked up the bottle of anal lube she always left out for whenever Tom wanted to bugger her, and went into the bathroom to run a bath.

  There was a large candle on the tiled surround which Emma liked to light when she settled into the water. She used it to measure how long she could hold on before allowing herself to climax. She lit it now, poured a generous handful of bath salts into her hand and then turned on the tap, upending the handful of fragrant crystals into the hot water.

  Emma was wearing a silk robe which was see-through. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and liked what she saw: a cascade of black hair, full breasts, dark nipples, a thick tuft of black pubic hair covering her mons. She thought of herself as darkly pretty and desirable, able to arouse the sexual interest of both men and women to satisfy her intense need for frequent anal sex.

  Reaching over to the full bath, Emma turned off the taps. Then she flicked up the hem of the robe and sat on the toilet. Almost immediately the room was filled with the sound of her piss hitting the water below, strong at first then ebbing slowly. The scent filled the bathroom, competing with the bath salts, and Emma savored the rich smell before she pressed the flush.

  Pausing to tie her hair up with a ribbon, Emma slipped off the robe and reached for the buttplug, smeared a thick blob of the lube over the tip and then made a ring of her thumb and forefinger to spread the greasy substance over every part of the plug. Standing with one leg on the toilet seat, she held her buttocks wide with one hand, placed the tip of the buttplug against her anus with the other and pushed, gently but firmly.

  The first inch entered her bottom easily but her anal sphincter resisted being stretched so wide. She relaxed the pressure, working the lube round the opening to her rectal canal. Then she pushed again, more insistent this time, forcing her anus to open and accept the buttplug’s width. More and more went in, widening the sphincter until suddenly it sucked in the full length of the buttplug, her anus gripping the base like a greedy mouth. Her asshole felt stuffed blissfully full with the cool, slippery plastic and Emma climbed in the bath.