Kim waited nervously, fearful of discovery, as the gates to the villa swung slowly open. She dreaded the potential consequences of her amorous excursion. If her father knew she’d been out, she might lose what little freedom she had. The moment the gates were wide enough, Kim drove through and parked her car in the garage, looking out of place next to the line of sleek sports cars. Her heart pounded as she tried to sneak to her room unnoticed, but her grandfather, Isamu, sat reading on a sofa near the stairs. He was always reading, and their villa was overflowing with books. She smiled. They called it their villa. In reality, the luxurious eight-bedroom mansion belonged to Isamu, who had lived there for as long as Kim could remember.

“What makes you so happy, granddaughter?” Isamu asked her with mock formality when he saw her.

Kim smiled, trying not to look too happy. “Nothing much. It was just a nice day at the beach.”

Her heavily tanned grandfather lifted his gaze from his book and smiled broadly, deepening the permanent smile wrinkles around his mouth. He marked his page and then closed the book, wagging a mocking finger at her. “Alright, keep your secrets.” He grinned broadly. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Kazuo where you’ve been.”

Kim pecked him gratefully on the forehead, realising she’d admitted to leaving the villa and going to the beach. Daddy would most definitely not approve. She wished he were more relaxed, like her white-haired grandfather. “Thank you.”

Over dinner, her father grilled her. “Where were you all day?” he asked.

Kim smiled, trying to look convincing. “I went for a long walk,” she said quickly. “All around Villefranche. I spent ages window-shopping, so I’m tired now,” she lied, hoping to avoid further scrutiny.

Her father looked skeptical. “All day?” he asked harshly.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice faltering, knowing she couldn’t sustain the lie if he pressed her.

“Oh, leave the poor girl alone,” her grandfather said in a soft tone. “Let her have some fun.”

Kim sighed with relief, glad of his intervention. “Of course, it would have been nicer if I’d been able to buy anything,” she said, unable to resist a further dig at her restrictions.

She noticed her grandfather grin, but her father was unmoved. “If you’re good, I might reconsider. But not yet.”

After dinner, she claimed she was tired from her walk and escaped to her suite. She was tired, but not from walking. She sank onto her sofa, guiltily remembering Max’s strong hands gently exploring her body as his dick pounded her. She selected a comforting old favourite on her TV, which she had watched so many times she knew the dialogue by heart. She awoke in the early hours on the sofa, feeling cold. Who knew sex was so tiring? She climbed into bed and fell back asleep immediately.

The following day, lost for anything exciting to do, she placated her parents by spending the day lazing by their pool in an unflattering one-piece bathing suit, wishing desperately that either Max or Aiko were here.

By Wednesday, Kim was counting the days. Max was gone, off with his parents to Sainte Maxime, and not returning for another week. She'd hoped his parting “next week” meant Monday, but he'd messaged her to arrange a meeting the following Wednesday. She smiled. At least her cousin Aiko arrived on Saturday. The problem was how to fill the time until then, especially as she had no cash.

Kim stared out of her bedroom window, watching her grandfather swim lengths in the pool below, his daily routine after breakfast, which he never ate. Behind her, she heard a car buzz along the usually deserted road past the villa. She had almost resigned herself to another day by the pool, in the modest one-piece swimsuit that she hated. Sod that. She decided to be daring, regardless of what her father thought. She was drawn to her tiny blue bikini by her erotic memories from Monday. She smiled, knowing this small act of defiance would annoy her father. She picked up her towel and book, not bothering with a sundress for the short walk down to the pool.

She had barely settled herself by the pool when her parents arrived. The moment he saw her, her father’s lips pressed into a thin line, and she knew an explosion was possible.

“Go and cover yourself up,” her father ordered icily. “We can’t have the staff seeing you like that.”

Kim was furious and stormed back to the villa. I don’t care who sees me. Inside her suite, she picked out the modest swimsuit and then tossed it aside, shaking her head. Instead, she put her sundress on over the skimpy bikini and packed a shoulder bag with essentials. She walked down the stairs. At the bottom, instead of turning right towards the pool, she went left and defiantly headed up the drive, letting herself out of the discreet service entrance onto the Avenue Louise Bordes.

Five minutes later, she left the road, following the zig-zag path down to the public beach, the Plage de l’Ange Gardien. She grinned, hoping her guardian angel would send some excitement her way today.

The beach was busy but not crowded. She scanned it, looking for a suitable spot. A dark-haired man caught her attention. He was middle-aged but on his own, with just a towel, a small bag, and a book. The man was almost handsome, but it was the prominent bulge in his shorts that really caught her attention, making the spot next to him suddenly attractive. Another intimate interlude would make her restrictions more bearable.

Kim walked over, and when she reached the large empty spot, she looked down at him. “May I?”

The man jumped, obviously startled. He looked up at her, and Kim saw his gaze was fixed on her chest. The man smiled, dragging his gaze to her face. “Be my guest.”

She laid out her towel at a suitable, discrete distance from his and lifted her sundress over her head. She smiled when the man drew a deep, audible breath. “Hi, I’m Kim, by the way.”

The man’s eyes scanned her body. “Henry. Pleased to meet you, Kim.”

The man, Henry, was much older than her. Forty, she guessed. “Your wife not with you?” she asked, neutrally.

Henry shook his head, looking unhappy. “No. Widower.” He smiled. “Came here to cheer myself up.”

Henry’s gaze was glued to her chest, even as he spoke. In turn, Kim’s gaze was repeatedly drawn to his crotch and the obvious, enormous boner beneath his swimming trunks. For the next hour, they chatted on and off, dozing in the warm sun. Just after noon, Henry sighed and shook his head. He stood and put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and rolled up his towel. Kim was disappointed. She had hoped he would try to fuck her, but it seemed she was going to be disappointed. Henry shaded his eyes and looked intently at the road above them. He picked up his bag and was about to leave the beach when he turned towards Kim.

“Do you want to come back to my villa for lunch?” Henry asked. “I could do with some company.”

Kim hoped desperately that he had more in mind than that. She grinned down at his crotch and his prominent erection. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

She didn’t bother putting on her sundress and just tossed her towel, lotion, and book into her shoulder bag. They strolled up the path from the beach side by side, their hands touching occasionally.

“Here we are,” Henry said when the path reached the road, gesturing at a closed gateway. He unlocked a side gate to the left of the main gates.

Kim followed him inside. At the end of the short drive was a small, two-story villa, far smaller than her family's.

“We used to rent this every year,” Henry said mournfully. “Until she was too ill.”

Kim smiled to herself. For someone grieving, he still had an enormous hard-on.

When they reached the kitchen, Henry pointed out through the double glass doors at a table on the veranda. “Can you set the table, please?” He pointed at some drawers. “The stuff is in there.”

She laughed. “Of course.”

As Henry took stuff out of the fridge, Kim brushed past him, careful to make sure her boobs brushed against his back, and opened each drawer until she found cutlery and place mats.

She shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the table on the veranda, deliberately making more trips than necessary, as he transferred stuff from the fridge to bowls. Each time, they made brief accidental contact. His hand brushed past her boobs several times. The clink of cutlery made the sexual tension of their otherwise silent preparations almost unbearable. Finally, they sat down to eat. Henry sat at the end of the table. Kim placed herself across the corner from him, as close as she could manage. She took an extra cushion from the chair next to her, raising her so her boobs cleared the table. Kim smiled, her heart beating faster, when she noticed Henry staring at her impressive chest.

Lunch was a simple Mediterranean salad, with a crusty baguette and wine. They chatted easily over the light meal, though his dead wife was mentioned a few times. The last time this happened, Kim put her hand on his thigh comfortingly. Henry rested his hand there, holding hers in place.

Finally, he stood. “I guess we could go back to the beach,” he said unenthusiastically.

He obviously was aroused, but Kim worried that she was exploiting, not soothing his grief; he seemed so vulnerable. But she decided to be bold. Although her heart raced, doubts lingered. Was it right to want this grieving stranger, old enough to be her father? Her moral indecision added an illicit edge to her desire. "I think you should fuck me," she said rapidly, afraid she'd lose her nerve.

“God, that would be nice. I've not been laid since she died.”

The man sounded desperate. Kim reached behind herself and undid her bikini top, lifting it over her head. Moments later, the bottoms were discarded on the tiled veranda.

Henry looked her up and down, licking his lips. “Christ, you’re built like a bloody pornstar.” His hand reached out and stroked her black pubic hair. Kim sighed when a finger pressed gently between her outer lips.

Kim laughed and thrust out her huge tits. “Then treat me like one.”

“I will,” Henry laughed. “On your knees, and wrap your tits around my cock.”

She had never done that, so after she knelt, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. She leaned forward awkwardly so his massive boner pressed between her boobs. She lifted her hands to her tits and squeezed them together.

Henry laughed. “You’ve obviously done this before.”

Kim grinned up at him, unwilling to set him straight. His dick slowly started moving up and down in her cleavage. It wasn’t arousing, but the man was clearly enjoying it, sighing softly. She dipped her head and discovered she could just lick his tip at the top of each stroke.

“Oh, that’s marvellous,” Henry sighed. His huge dick pushed up between her boobs again. “I want to come on your face,” he said suddenly.

Kim giggled and let the man thrust his dick into her cleavage for another minute. But she wanted his monster inside her, so she released her melons, grasped his fat shaft, and wrapped her lips around his dick, eager to make him come. She bobbed her head vigorously as she wanked his shaft.

Soon, Henry moaned softly as she sucked him. He'll come soon. But the man had more endurance than expected, showing no signs of an impending orgasm. Kim inhaled more of his mammoth cock. When her nose pressed against his wiry pubes, she paused.

“Bloody hell, you really should do porn,” Henry gasped.

Kim pulled back, panting for air. She let his wet dick leave her mouth and leered up at him. “Do you like that, then?”

Henry exhaled a long, noisy breath. “Oh yes.”

She giggled and wrapped her lips around his dick once more. Her head bobbed as she wanked his shaft. He soon started to moan louder, so Kim renewed her efforts. She was quickly rewarded.

“I’m coming,” Henry gasped.

Kim pulled back from his rigid boner, her hands grasped his bum, and she opened her mouth wide.

Henry’s right hand wrapped around his shaft, and he wanked furiously for a moment. When he groaned, Kim braced herself for the impending flood, but she still flinched when a jet of spunk missed her mouth and splashed all over her face. Jizz gushed in thick ropes from his dick, plastering her hair, her face, and her tongue. One jet struck her left eye, making her close it and blink rapidly.

When the eruption ceased, Kim wiped her stinging left eye clean. She stuck her cum-coated tongue out briefly before swallowing. “Was that pornstar enough?” she asked archly.

Henry guffawed. “Very.”

Kim leered. “I should make a career of it,” she joked.

Henry looked momentarily serious. “Yes.” He grinned. “But after I’ve fucked you.”

Kim leered up at him, feeling spunk drip off her chin and land in her ample cleavage. “Now why didn’t I think of that?” she joked. “Lie down. I want to ride you.”

Henry’s large hands roughly massaged her boobs. “God, yes. I want to watch these puppies bounce.”

He grabbed her hand, and when she stood, he led her over towards the small pool, where towels were laid out beside it. He pulled her close, pressing her hard nipples against his chest, and kissed her passionately. When they broke apart, gasping for air, Henry laughed. “I can’t wait any longer.”

He lay on his back on the towels, with a cushion behind his head, and stared up at her. “Come on then,” he urged her impatiently with his enormous erection upright and waving invitingly.

Kim stared hungrily at his engorged cock. The man was huge, almost as big as Helen’s father. She straddled Henry’s hips and knelt. Her hand grasped his fat shaft and guided it between her outer lips. She stared into his blue eyes, grinning as she slowly sank onto his enormous weapon. She sighed, pausing until she was accustomed to his girth. Soon her weight rested on his groin, and she wiggled, feeling incredibly full and stretched almost to the limit.

“So fucking tight,” Henry sighed in wonder.

Kim loved his reaction, but Max’s inexperienced wonder when he first entered her teenage pussy had truly inflamed her passion. She leered down at Henry and started to move, lifting herself off his weapon before slowly impaling herself once more. Soon she was doing a slow rising trot, revelling in the intimate sensations. She closed her eyes, imagining it was Helen's father beneath her, longing to experience his secret, ecstatic attentions once more. She rose and fell, repeatedly impaling herself on the engorged weapon. Soon, she sighed with pleasure. “I love your fat dick,” she moaned.

Hands roughly grabbed her enormous boobs, squeezing painfully, breaking her fantasy. He was never nasty like that. But Henry’s stiff cock felt marvellous inside her, and she craved the intense fulfilment of orgasm. She opened her eyes and leered down at the man. “Pound me with that massive cock. Make me come.”

She leaned forward, planting her hands on his chest. His hips thrust upwards, driving the unbending rod as deep as possible into her tight minge. Kim sighed with pleasure. His dick more than compensated for his roughness. Soon, the mammoth pork sword slammed repeatedly into her swollen pussy. Kim moaned softly as she felt her peak approach.

Henry grunted with each thrust of his hips. “I can’t believe how tight your pussy is.”

His hands clasped her waist tightly as his dick pistoned gloriously in and out. Kim shrieked and threw her head back as pleasure swept through her. “Yes, yes, fuck me hard.”

Held in place by the strong hands on her waist, Kim writhed on the rigid invader, shuddering softly. She sighed, exhaling a long, satisfied breath, as Henry pounded her gushing grotto. She regained control as her ecstasy subsided and resumed a rising trot in time with the vicious thrusts of Henry's hips.

The massive cock felt wonderful stretching her pussy, but Kim craved more. She always loved the intense fullness and the feeling of being split open when Helen’s father brutally reamed her arse. She grinned to herself. Henry’s dick would be a decent substitute. She leered down at him. “I want your monster in my bottom.”

Henry laughed. “Definitely should be a pornstar.” He paused. “Are you sure?”

Kim sat down hard on his dick. “Absolutely.”

He laughed lewdly. “I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are.”

She detested the degrading term. “Don't call me that,” she said angrily. But she loved doggy-style. She lifted herself off his steely weapon, knelt on the wet tiles near the pool edge, and then leaned forward so she was on all fours, watching as he retrieved a bottle of suntan oil from by the pool.

“Are you ready, bitch?” he asked, infuriating her once more.

The bottle sputtered noisily; she smelled coconut as the warm oil dribbled down her arse crack, and moments later, two fat, oily fingers roughly invaded her tight sphincter. Kim moaned at the exquisite pain. She expected the man to prepare her more thoroughly, but moments later, his huge dick nudged at her back entrance.

Kim screamed in pain when Henry thrust into her. “Slowly,” she shrieked.

Her sphincter burned, though she knew his dick was only just inside. As the burning started to subside, he thrust again. Kim squealed as the fading pain intensified the glorious feeling of being stretched to the limit as his fat dick pressed deeper into her backside. Soon, the engorged dick moved in and out, in short, slow strokes. Kim reached back, feeling where his rigid pole entered her back passage. Several inches remained. She sighed in satisfaction, knowing better was still to come. Her sphincter soon became accustomed to his girth, and his short strokes became smoother, stimulating her wonderfully.

“Deeper,” Kim moaned. “I want you balls-deep.”

His hands grasped her narrow waist, and intense pressure built inside her as his long, unbending weapon plunged deeper into her backside, stretching her to the limit.

“God, your arse is so fucking tight,” Henry said.

The monster pulled back slightly before resuming its assault on her rectum. Soon, his pubes scratched against her arse. Henry sighed. “There, that’s all I’ve got.”

Kim giggled. “I know. Your pubes tickle. Now pound me, hard.”

Henry laughed. “You so have to do porn.”

His dick pistoned in and out, in long, smooth strokes, and Henry’s wiry pubes pressed against her flushed cheeks with each thrust. “Harder,” she sighed.

The man just laughed. But Kim felt his urgency increase. His groin slapped audibly against her with each vicious thrust, and she felt his balls slap against her pussy. “Wonderful,” she moaned. “Keep that up.”

Kim lost herself in the glorious sensations as his mammoth cock pounded her anus, stretching her to the limit, filling her completely. She moaned in passion each time the dick plunged into her abused backside.

“Yes,” Kim yelled as an intense climax swept over her, centred on where the giant cock split her open. Her sphincter clamped painfully around the monstrous dick that battered her back passage. Henry groaned. His groin slapped audibly against her arse, and Kim felt warm jizz fill her rectum. She moaned in ecstasy as the dick slammed into her once more, depositing more spunk inside her derriere.

A loud, female voice penetrated her ecstasy as Henry’s mammoth cock slammed into her again. “Honey, I’m back.”

“Shit,” he said from behind her. “My wife. She’s early.”

As Kim’s climax faded, the mammoth dick left her arse. A hand painfully slapped her arse cheeks. “Get out of here,” his voice hissed.

His words finally sank in. Wife? Kim stood, cum dripping out of her arse and dribbling down her inner thighs. She was incandescent with rage. “You said your wife died.” Beneath her anger, she knew she had trusted too easily. Never again, she vowed to herself.

He guffawed. “Idiot.” A gold wedding band glinted on his ring finger when he waved his hand at her. “Get out of here before she sees you.” Henry pointed at the side gate to the villa.

She raged at her own stupidity. How could I be so easily taken in? Kim took a proper swing and slapped Henry’s face as hard as she could. Still furious but unable to stand an excruciating and embarrassing scene with his betrayed wife, Kim looked around and spotted her shoulder bag near the small pool. She ran, grabbed her shoulder bag, leaving the blue bikini on the veranda beyond the far side of the pool, and dashed, naked, towards the gate. She deliberately fumbled with the latch, ensuring the woman saw her naked body, flushed and plastered with cum, before the gate clicked closed behind her.

“I hate you,” she heard the woman yell. “Always fucking cheating.”

Kim couldn’t hear Henry’s reply as she dug into her bag for her sundress.

“Yes, you are. Christ on a crutch, that floozy was half your age.”

Kim dragged the sundress over her head.

“I bet you used that lame widower line again.”

Kim fled before she could hear anything more. His dick had felt fabulous inside her, but Henry deserved everything he got. Grieving widower indeed. Kim chortled to herself, imagining her father’s outrage if he knew what she’d done. The man obviously cheated regularly, so she decided she had no regrets. She felt her hair and smiled wryly. Apart from the fact that she was flushed, sweaty, and plastered with jizz, which might make returning unnoticed difficult.

Still, it had been fun, and Henry's massive dick had almost split her open. She guffawed, realising Helen's father was bigger still and hers to enjoy when she got home.

Kim sauntered, barefoot, along the road towards the villa. Her emotions were in turmoil. Guilt at her betrayal of another woman, largely overridden by the thrill of another defiant, illicit encounter, which would be dangerous to her limited freedom if discovered. She tapped the code into the keypad of the servants' entrance and slipped inside, walking down the steep drive to their villa, nervous that her face and hair were plastered with spunk. She thankfully reached her rooms without being seen and quickly showered.

Fifteen minutes later, she put on the vile one-piece swimsuit and her sundress and walked down to their pool.

Her father tutted when he saw her. “I hope you’ve not been sulking upstairs all this time.”

It was a statement, not a question, but Kim answered brightly. “Of course not, Daddy. I was reading and lost track of the time.”

She settled by the pool and dozed in the sun, looking forward to AIko’s arrival. She remembered their glorious anal threesome with Helen’s father. Though she was still disappointed not to be in Corfu with him, she grinned, imagining the possibilities that awaited her and Aiko, even without him.