I was developing an obsession with my friend Gary’s 20-year-old daughter, Kate, whom I had known from birth. She still lived at home with her two younger brothers, even though she was in her second year at university studying psychology.

I didn’t see them often, but a couple of weeks after the last time I visited, Kate had told me she was getting a new car. I thought about texting her on the pretext of requesting a picture of it and asking how she was getting on with it; any excuse for a bit of contact.

We had never really found a regular texting rhythm between us. I had no need to when she was just a kid, so everything had been through her parents, but now, as she was older, we had gradually entered a phase of a bit more direct contact. The odd text between us had taken place, but only very sporadically: ‘How had she done on an exam?’ ‘How did her vacation with Sam, her boyfriend, go?’ She was an adult now, so I had shaken off the unease of being a 40+ year-old guy texting a teenage girl, regardless of how innocent it might have been at the time.

My ex-wife, Leanne, used to visit them with me when we were still together, but she had left me when Kate was 13, so I don’t think she really remembers much about her. She certainly never mentions her or my single life status whenever we see each other these days.

As if she was reading my mind, a WhatsApp pinged on my phone, and I could see it was from her.

She had sent me a picture of her new car with her proudly standing by it. She still had the platinum blonde dyed hair from the last time I saw her, tied back in a ponytail, and thick black eyeliner. She was leaning back against the car with her right leg lifted behind her and her foot resting flat against the driver’s door.

She had a pair of black sweatpants hung low on her hips and a skin-tight, white, cropped T-shirt showing off her bare midriff and her bright blue belly button stud that she always wore. There was a single white string tie on the waist of her sweatpants that was hanging undone. I would drink in every little detail whenever I saw a new picture of her and let my imagination run riot. Where could any new hint of her emerging womanhood or playfulness take me in my fantasies?

“Looks fabulous,” I texted back, not really talking about the car.

“I love it,” she replied.

“What’s she like to ride?” I asked, gendering the vehicle to try and continue my innuendo-laced chat.

“So much fun. It’s really smooth even if you are pushing it a bit hard. And nice and warm inside once it gets going.”

I stared at my phone. And swallowed hard. Was she playing with me? I was at work. My dick was suddenly at full hardness under the desk.

“Next time I am over, you can give me the full tour,” I typed back.

“Defo. Sam and I are taking it out to the coast this weekend. x “

“XX”

That was the first time there had been an X exchange on any of our texts too. She was getting more comfortable and confident. Becoming her own person. I saw her so differently now in contrast to the last couple of decades.

I picked up a folder from my desk to mask my hard-on, grabbed my phone, saved the picture of her by the car in my camera roll, and headed off to the toilet. Locking the stall behind me, I dropped my trousers and closed the toilet lid so I could sit on it. I propped my phone on the sink to my left, balancing between the handles on the tap, pumped some liquid soap into my hands, and started yanking my dick out in front of me.

I pictured myself in front of her, by the car, out on the street, and rubbing my hand over her bare stomach. Her skin felt cool to touch and wonderfully pale and porcelain-like. I thumbed her blue belly stud. Flicking it up and down and side to side like a crystal clit on her stomach.

I’m not tall at only 5’9’’ but I still towered over her 5’2’’ frame. I lifted her chin to look at me with my other hand. I put my thumb on her bottom lip and moved it from side to side, planning to do the same with my cock someday in my fantasies.

I pulled her lip down to reveal her white teeth and tongue that was poking out. I pinched the end of it gently.

She looked me directly in the eyes. Her eyes were so blue. Swimming pools that I could see myself in, as I continued to drag the back of my short nails across her stomach.

My breathing started getting heavy. I rubbed her cheek with my palm and then moved up to run my fingers across the hair on her scalp and down to her ponytail.

The hand I had molesting her stomach moved round to her back and started feeling the top of her ass. I could feel her spine with my fingertips and tapped sensually up and down it. I think her hands had been laid flat back against the car as I groped her, but she then took one hand and slowly moved it to her front and slipped it gently into the top of her loose black sweatpants.

I moved both hands to her waist as we stared into each other’s eyes. I squeezed her waist softly, my two thumbs rubbing her belly. She did not have a flat stomach, but a tiny pot belly, ever so tiny, it was barely noticeable to be honest, but you could feel the flesh in your fingers, and I found it one of the cutest things about her. As far as I knew, she did not frequent any gyms or work out, and I loved that confidence she seemed to have about herself.

She started moving the right arm she held inside her sweatpants up and down slightly, while still keeping solid eye contact with me.

“Ahhh,” she sighed.

I moved closer to her and slowly pressed my hard cock into her stomach and moved both my hands round to her back. She had to look up a bit harder to maintain eye contact now. I wished I could see what her hand was doing in her panties.

I started grinding against her. Soothing my enclosed erection against her belly, occasionally feeling the tip of my cock nudge against her blue stud, tormenting me beautifully.

Eventually, she looked away from me and drew me closer while resting her turned head against my chest, and I moved one hand up to clasp the back of her head.

“Urgh,” she sighed and let out a breath. She breathed in heavily and then “Urgh” again. I could feel her arm moving with more pace now.

She slowed down the rhythm after another couple of minutes of me grinding into her against the car. With a lethargy I could feel, she pulled away, and she pushed me back to arm’s length with her other hand as she removed the one she had in her sweatpants.

We were both staring at each other again while her left hand lay flat on my chest. She reached out with her right hand and moved it up towards my face. She took hold of my chin between her thumb and pinky and held up her other three moist fingers in front of my face. She held them under my nose, wiggling them enticingly. She then wiped them across the Cupid’s bow above my top lip, never taking her eyes off mine. She feathered a finger in and out of my nostril a couple of times.

The memory of her scent of her soiled knickers that I had found in her bathroom came flooding back to me. Dark, deep, sweaty, almost body odour and earthy smell that was one of the most erotic things I had ever experienced.

She took her fingers back and put them in her mouth, and she dropped her other arm down by her side. I could see her rigid nipples straining against her white T-shirt. She sucked her fingers clean. Not coyly, not teasing me, just functionally cleaning them like she had just been eating fried chicken.

She stared at me, slowing getting her breath back.

“Do whatever you want, Jamie,” she eagerly whispered in my dream.

Before she had almost finished speaking that sentence, I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face, making a high-pitched clap as it threw her head to the side. “Arghhhh,” I cried out as my hand made contact with her delicate cheek.

That was it. My cum exploded from me, some of it hitting the bathroom door. I kept tugging. I was still painfully hard. I sighed out in exasperation. I remained transfixed by the picture of her by her car on my phone. I shook my head at the ridiculousness of what I had been dreaming about, including being in the open air on her driveway.

My head was spinning. I had no idea how long I had been gone from the office.

I sat with my trousers still at my ankles, contemplating what I was doing. What did this mean? Why put myself through this torture of fantasising about such a futile scenario? I was going to jeopardise a nice new casual friendship I had going with someone I had known all my life and wanted to see mature and take on the world, see her settle down and start a family. I started to hate how twisted and perverted I had become in my solitude.

I’d spent the last seven years without hooking up with anyone new. I would jerk off every day to a new fantasy with someone new, an old flame, a work colleague, a neighbour, whoever sparked my libido at the time, and I would wear out the fantasy until it no longer got me hard before moving on to someone new. Kate was my current obsession; it would pass like all the others did, I’m sure.

I struggled to fantasise about her naked or in underwear as I’d never seen her that way, even though I held an old lace g-string of hers that I had managed to pinch from her bedroom a couple of weeks ago.

A couple of more months passed, and I hadn’t heard from her or visited their family home. As we approached the end of spring, I got a text from Gary suggesting I join them on a week’s getaway to Cyprus at the end of July. His boss owned a six-bedroom villa in Pissouri that they were getting for next to nothing.

This wasn’t totally out of the ordinary. I’d been asked all my life to join them on vacation when the kids were younger. I had done it a few times over the years with my ex-wife, but had never done it after we had split.

When Leanne was with me, I would have someone to go off and explore with if we decided to take ourselves away from their kids from time to time. We had never had kids ourselves, and they weren’t my thing, so it usually worked out okay.  I hadn’t taken them up on the offer since she had left me, as I didn’t fancy being stuck on my own, and the kids were still really young. But… Now…?

Even though I knew Sam was going with Kate, it didn’t dampen my recklessness to spend a grand or so just to possibly have the opportunity to see Kate in a bikini or two and come home with some new treasures to keep me going for another few months.

I saw Kate twice since the end of April, but only briefly, as she came and went from the house between appointments when I had popped over. The second time, she did give me a spin in her new Clio, but only round the block, and there was not much time for any discussion beyond how Sam was and the upcoming vacation, which she seemed not to want to talk about for some reason. It was still exciting to be alone with her though for those few minutes.

The next time I saw her would be at the villa. I arrived on my own as I had taken a separate flight a day after everyone else due to work. I arrived by Uber from the airport and knocked on the door. Ellie, Kate’s mum, answered and waved me in.

We wandered through the living space, making small talk, and I could see Kate on a lounger covered with a towel, with Sam by the pool. I took a deep breath. It was 3 p.m. and 94 degrees.

I got shown to my room. There were three bedrooms in the main villa and an annex with another three smaller ones the other side of the main pool. The kids were in the annex, including Sam and Kate.

Gary and Ellie were in the master, and I was in the second main bedroom. I guess the third was spare. I said I would quickly shower and come out to join them before they headed out for dinner at 6 p.m.

I took my clothes off and ran the shower in my ensuite. I made it as hot as possible to try and warm me up so the outside temperature felt cooler on my skin when I finished. As it was running and getting hot, I looked out my sliding doors, naked, onto my private little patio. I could see a tiny corner of the pool from here, but most of it was out of sight around the corner. There was a small terracotta wall about waist high around the patio with a small gate-sized gap into the main garden leading to the pool.

I couldn’t see Kate’s pool lounger from here, but I was looking forward to seeing her after my shower. As I turned to walk back into my room, I looked left and suddenly saw Kate on a different lounger in the main garden. She must have moved since I first arrived. Sam was next to her on his back looking into the sky, but she was on her stomach with her chin on her folded arms looking straight ahead at me wearing a big floppy sun hat. The garden was on a slight slope away from me, so I couldn’t really see anything behind her head. That view of her ass still eluded me.

Our eyes locked for two seconds, and then she looked away and rested her head sideways on the lounger, looking towards Sam. I was fully nude. I couldn’t tell if the wall had hidden the view of my cock from her view; there were lots of intricate gaps in it. ‘Fuck it,’ I thought and went to jump into the shower that was now at temperature.

A while later, I left my room. I walked out the main bifold onto the terrace by the main pool. The kids were not there. There was Gary and Ellie on loungers sipping on some drinks, and another woman in the pool itself. Who was this?

“Jamie, you know Cathy, right?” said Ellie when she saw me arrive. “Our neighbour.”

I looked over at her in the pool. “Oh yes,” I said. “Hi.”

Cathy was a separated next-door neighbour to Gary. I can’t say I really recognised her; I think I might have said hello to her maybe twice as I came and went inside Gary’s place for a visit. What the fuck was she doing here?

Then it dawned on me… had I been set up here? I couldn’t remember when this vacation had been booked, but had Cathy supposed to have come with her husband before he ran off six months ago (that I later found out)? She was in the third main bedroom.

I gave a wry smile and nodded to her as I moved to a spare lounger myself.

Cathy was a similar age to me, I would guess. Dirty blonde, out of shape, in a slightly milfy sort of way. Loud. Nice plump tits that probably sagged a bit out of that one-piece swimsuit. Clearly had had a few cocktails already at this point.

Jesus wept, I didn’t want to get stuck with her for a week.

I poured myself a large G&T from the bar on the patio and settled down to relax and make some small talk for an hour or so before dinner.

A couple of hours later, we were getting in a couple of cabs to hit a restaurant in town.

“Hi,” I said to Kate as I saw her for the first time as we approached the cab.

“Hey,” she replied. “How was your flight?”

“Good. Tiring heat doesn’t help. Where are we going?”

She had dyed her hair again since I last saw her at home and was now jet black. It looked good.

Kate was dressed in a loose, flowery sari; underneath, I could see a light blue two-piece bikini, flip-flops, and a purple headband pulling her new jet-black hair back from her face. She had a little make-up on, a tiny bit of eyeliner, but bright red glossy lipstick. Already mentally plotting to get a picture of her somehow to add to the collection.

She got in a cab with her two brothers, and Sam and I got in with her parents and Cathy.

Dinner was fine. Uneventful. Back at the villa, Ellie had gone to bed, the two boys were around the pool, Gary, Cathy, myself, and Kate were on the sofas on the patio. Sam had just left for bed too, with Kate telling him she would be right behind him.

Cathy had been flirting with me most of the night. I was starting to mind her less and feeling less ambushed. She was clearly a loose cannon, dealing with her marriage breaking up and getting drunker as the evening went on, but could be funny on occasion.

I got up to go to the kitchen to get another drink from the fridge. Kate followed behind me.

“Cathy seems to like you,” she spoke behind me as I reached into the fridge.

“So what?” I replied. “And when did you know she was coming, by the way, and how come you didn’t tell me?” I continued, expressing my annoyance for the first time.

“Thought my mum or dad would have mentioned it.”

“Well, they didn’t, and it’s awkward.”

“You should think about getting together with someone. How long has it been?”

Kate and I had never talked about anything personal like this, but I was about three beers and two glasses of wine in. I hadn’t really noticed what she had been consuming, but I would assume a similar amount.

“Well, Leanne and I split just over seven years ago.”

“I mean, how long has it been since you have seen anyone?”

I didn’t answer her as I opened the beer I had just taken from the fridge.

“What? Haven’t you been with anyone for seven years? Jamie,” she exclaimed.

“What? Thanks for your pity, but I’m absolutely fine, thanks. And keep your voice down.”

“She can’t hear me. She’s had more than both of us tonight. 100% you could fuck her this week.”

I was taken a little back. I hadn’t really heard her talk about sex like this before.

“What would you know about that, Miss?”

“Oh, you don’t think I don’t know about fucking?” she enquired as she sidled up closer to me on the kitchen island.

“I’m sure you know everything there is to know about it,” I answered sarcastically.

“Not everything,” she said, looking me straight in the eyes, now standing right next to me. We looked at each other in silence for a moment.

“Always eager to learn though.” She moved to the fridge and grabbed a coke. “I’m off to bed. Sam’s waiting,” she said teasingly. “You should definitely think about hooking up with Cathy though, you have a cute Dad-Bod, I saw it earlier.”

She walked off with her coke before turning back to me and remarking, “You still haven’t bought me that dinner you promised, by the way…”

I stood there for a moment. My cock had been hard since she entered the kitchen. I looked down at the beer on the counter in front of me. She was right, my body was becoming a little unkept. I drink most nights and it was starting to sit on my stomach. I wished I could put some definition back into my upper arms. Dad-Bod was correct.

Could it be on the cards that I could actually make a move on this girl? I heard a splash. I looked up to see her in the pool and her sari on a nearby lounger. She swam over to the far end of the pool, close to her annex with her bedroom, and climbed out. It was too dark to see her properly. You mean she disrobed out there into just her bikini and I missed a decent view of her ass, again? Fuck.

I rejoined the remaining crowd outside once my erection had dissipated a little in my baggy shorts. I flirted a little more with Cathy, enjoying the knowledge that Kate was absolutely right, I could totally fuck her before we left if I decided to. I called it a night though and hit the sack after another twenty mins.

I awoke later with a dry mouth. It was 2.40 a.m. I got up to get a water from the mini fridge in my room, pulled on some sweatpants, and walked out to the patio. I looked out to the kids and Kate’s annex across the garden.

I walked through the gap in my wall towards her bedroom window, which was on the right side of the building. I went up to the window, which bled a tiny bit of light through the blinds like a night light was on inside, or the TV had been left on.

I peered through one of the tiny cracks between the closed blinds. There she was. Sam was lying on the side of the bed closest to me, on his back, in a pair of shorts, and she lay beside him on her front, naked, on top of the covers. Her legs were slightly spread with one knee up and her hair tied back in a ponytail.

There was her ass, 15ft in front of me through the window. I swallowed hard and felt the same pounding in my chest again that I felt finding her underwear earlier in the year. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It was so full and plump. It looked a tiny percentage out of proportion for her size, but that only made my mouth water even more. I’d forgotten my phone. Fuck.

My cock strained again in my sweatpants. I put my hands on the window sill and leaned against the wall to put some pressure on my dick as I kept staring at her. It was too dark to see anything between her legs, but that didn’t stop me from pulling out my cock from the top of my sweatpants and starting to jerk off while I watched her.

I thought about all the frustrations of the evening just past. How I would take out seven years of pent-up anger on that plump bubble butt in front of me if I could.

What would it feel like to push my solid pole into her puckered, tight, rosebud? To push my nose deep into her anus and take the deepest breath while dragging my tongue across the flesh of her pussy lips? To try and push my entire fist past her oiled-up anal muscle?

I pondered the thought of pressing my palms over both of those strong arse cheeks. Gently prising them apart to reveal her 20-year-old starfish. I pictured it as almost invisible, closed so tightly that it looked like it might not even exist. Only the lightest shade of pink, the size of a 5-cent coin, distinguished any difference in colour to the rest of her spread, pale buttocks.

I contemplated slowly dropping a long, thin rope of saliva from my lips right into that spot that could bring such a feeling of pressure, exquisite pain, and conquest to the rabid tip of my manhood as I prepared to make a savage penetration deep into her fleshy, hot rectum.

I almost choked myself trying to stay quiet as I shot my load down the side of the wall below her window.

I got my breath back, swallowed the shame of what an evil fuck I was, and wandered back to my patio, suddenly realising that someone could have seen me, and I hoped no one had. I think I jerked off another four times that night before the sun came up.

A couple of days later, the brothers and Sam had planned to go and see a local band at a bar in town. Ellie and Gary were going out for dinner for two, and Cathy had got sunstroke during the day and was feeling dreadful. I suggested to Kate that we go out for something to eat ourselves and I deliver on my promise to buy her dinner sometime.

“That’s a lovely idea, guys. Have fun,” her mum said to us as she left with Gary while we waited for our Uber. Clueless, I thought.

We hit an Italian place that was only fifteen mins away. We were sat with margaritas after ordering some pasta. She wore a white blouse, a white lace bra, that you could make out through it, and some blue jean shorts with a pair of Converse and no socks. Her black hair, which now was longer than her shoulders, fell straight down the side of her face.

I don’t know what people thought when they saw us two sitting next to each other in a circular brown leather booth. I didn’t give a fuck.

“Why did you change your hair?” I asked.

“To see if blondes had more fun,” she replied.

“Do they?”

“Not sure yet,” she toyed. “Shame about Cathy tonight.”

“Whatever.”

“I don’t like to think of you on your own and lonely,” she said. “Why not give it a go with her?”

“I don’t really get that excited about women my own age, Kate. I prefer a bit less baggage and a bit more energy in the girls I see.”

“But you haven’t seen any in ages. How do you know?”

“I know what turns me on. You should introduce me to some of your friends.”

“My friends? My age?! Cradle Snatcher!” she giggled.

“Your hair looks beautiful,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“Thanks, J,” she smiled back.

It felt nice to give her a compliment on her appearance; I hadn’t really done it before. She was sat so close to me I could smell the tropical scent on her hair or body as I thought about her bare ass a few nights before.

“I’m glad you came out here, even if you think you got duped. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to cancel.”

I smiled and put my arm around her back. Feeling her bra strap with my fingers gently before pulling away, remembering we were sat in public.

“I got a new piercing before I came out here, you know.”

“Oh really, whereabouts?” I asked.

“Might show you later,” she teased.

“Why tell me that if you aren’t going to show me, K?”

“I will, just not here.”

OK. Many scenarios of where that might be played through my mind for the rest of the night.

Food arrived and we ate and giggled through two more margaritas, had dessert and finished with a shot of tequila each before we called an Uber and headed back to the villa. She lay against me with her head on my shoulder on the way back; I put my arm around her as I tried to hide my erection. I ran her long hair through my fingers and she put her hand on my chest.

“I think being with an older guy would be fun sometime,” she said quietly. I didn’t really know how to respond to that, so I just moved my fingers from her hair to her ear and started stroking that gently. “That’s nice,” she purred through her inebriation.

“We are here,” I said when we pulled up to the villa, and she moved from my arms to stare at me before we both opened our doors.

We walked into the villa and went into the lounge. Cathy was feeling a bit better and was sat up drinking some water with Netflix on.

Five minutes of small talk, and we heard another car pull into the drive. It was Sam and the brothers back from the bar.

I knew the evening was over.

The following morning, Thursday, I was getting out of the shower around 11 a.m. I hadn’t made it out of my room, so I had not yet seen anyone this morning. I heard a knock on my patio door.

Praying it wasn’t Cathy, I could see it was Kate when I peeked through the curtains. I opened them and let her in.

She had a bottle of sunscreen in her hand.

“Put some on my back?” she asked, wiggling the bottle in front of me. “And morning…”

She was in a tiny black bikini with a white piped edging and a towel around her middle. Her hair was in a ponytail. Her small tits bounced beautifully in front of me as she came inside.

“Where is Sam?”

“Still in bed. I think the brothers tired him out, and he finished off about half a bottle of vodka in the room when he got back last night.”

I looked at her. This could be trouble.

“Ok,” I sighed. “But quickly.”

She tossed the bottle to me and jumped onto my unmade bed as if she was nine years old.

“I’m sure you could just sit here on the chair, Kate.”

“Come on, Mr Boring,” she pleaded back. She got onto her stomach on the bed, looking back over her shoulder at me. I could see a small towel lying on the bed in front of her that I used to catch most of my cum after I had jerked off, that I hoped she didn’t notice or smell. “Don’t deny your little girl.”

“You aren’t any more, though, are you?”

“Don’t say that,” she said sincerely. “I’ll always be your little girl. Get over here.”

I went over to the patio door, closed it, turned the lock, and pulled the curtains.

I walked over and sat on the bed next to her. I popped open the sunscreen, and the coconut scent filled my nostrils. I pulled apart her bikini top string so I could do her back properly.

“Ohhh,” she squealed quietly, “buy me dinner first,” she giggled.

“I did already,” I retorted. I dribbled the coconut suncream slowly over her back, and she closed her eyes and turned her head away from me to the side. I put the bottle on the bed and touched the cream on her back.

She sighed. I slowly moved it around over her back with my fingers. It felt electric. I could hear the wind chimes on my patio, dulled by the closed doors.

I moved up to her shoulders and massaged her around her neck and collarbone slowly and gently.

“God,” she sighed. “You are so much better at this than Sam.”

“Be quiet,” I snapped back. Digging into her shoulder with a little more force.

“Oh, yes, sir,” she replied.

She stretched her arms out in front of her on the bed and clasped the bedsheet with her left hand and my cum-stained towel with her right hand.

Her back felt so strong. Muscular yet feminine. I moved up and down, no longer applying sunscreen but giving a full massage. I ran my fingers down her sides, rubbing the lotion to the sides of her small breasts. Caressing every inch I touched.

“I wish you could see your back, Kate. It’s strong and enticing.” I nudged her towel down slightly to rub lotion into the small of her back above the top of her bikini.

“God, your fingers feel so good. Can I get you to give me massages when we get back home?”

“Sure,” I replied.

She pulled my cum towel in her right hand down to her face and brought it to her nose and breathed in deeply. I watched, frozen and entranced. My cock forced open the towel around my waist, and my hardness sprang free. Bobbling angrily over her as I still sat next to her. She still faced the other way, though, so couldn’t see me, thankfully. I could see the pre-cum pooling at the top of my pole.

I started pulling the towel around her waist down ever further. She grabbed my arm and stopped me. “Don’t,” she said. “I don’t like my bum. It’s too big.”

“Take your hand off me,” I said sternly. If she had come in to play games, I’m afraid I wasn’t interested. She froze and removed her hand from my arm.

“Sorry,” she said questioningly.

“You came in here,” I said. “It’s not too big. It’s exceptional and perfect,” I continued and whipped her towel away to reveal her matching black bikini underwear. “You should have it worshipped.”

I could feel her relax under my hands as I slowly moved to the side of her ass cheeks. The precum was starting to drip down my cock, that was still hidden from her view. I started to smell it.

“That’s why I wear big bikini bottoms instead of g-string bikinis.”

I started squeezing her ass harder at the side of the bikini. Her flawless skin felt electrifying. It was something I had dreamt of but never believed I would get to do. Did I dare take the bikini bottoms off or pull them down? My mind raced, and my cock was in agony.

I kept gripping her cheeks; groping, squeezing, rubbing. I inched the material of her bikini bottoms further into the crevice between her buttocks to reveal as much of her peachy flesh as I could.

Then she took another deep sniff of my cum towel. I watched her do it and raised my right arm up high and brought it down with a violent ‘thwack’ onto her right ass cheek, giving her a hard spank. My cock sprang up and shot two thick streams of cum over her ass without me even touching it.

I panicked and grabbed the lotion bottle by our side, squirted a tiny bit more coconut suncream onto her lower back, and started spreading the cum and lotion combination into her ass to try and fool her about my indiscretion.

“Aaaawww!” she shrieked. “What are you doing?”

Suddenly, I was filled with remorse and panic. I pulled my towel back over my waist just before she turned her head and looked back at me with a questioning face. We stared at each other.

“Jamie? That’s not cool.”

“Sorry,” I said with confusion.

“No one has done that to me before.”

I could see half of my handprint on her right arse cheek.

I bent to her ear behind her. “You got me excited. You do realise the effect you are starting to have on me?” trying to pass the blame back to her.

She didn’t say anything. She reached behind her and tied her bikini top back together. She climbed to her knees, released her small bikini wedgie, and pulled her towel back around her middle. I stood next to her on the bed.

She looked up at me. “I need things to go slower,” she whispered. She got off the bed and grabbed her lotion bottle. “See you later.”

She left through the patio door she had come in.

I sat back on the bed where I had sat earlier. Looking across the room in front of me, I remembered and noticed the full-length mirror in the corner of the room opposite us. Christ, had she seen that whole thing and watched me cum over her ass?

I then realised that I didn’t care as much as I thought I did. I got up to take another shower and jerked off while I was in there.

She ignored me for the rest of the day, and we all spent most of it by the pool. If there was any communication between us, it was one-word answers.

Cathy was much better and on form. She was in a two-piece today for the first time, and I’d actually started taking in her older body. She had huge tits, with only a bit of sag by the looks of it. She had straightened her blonde hair and put make-up on. With some alcohol down me, I certainly would take her back for a one-nighter.

The day was coming to an end. We had enjoyed a BBQ in the garden, and it had been a little bit cooler today, around 80 degrees. Kate had spent most of it inside with Sam, doing God knows what. As it hit 11.30 p.m. Ellie and Gary hit the sack, and the kids were already back in their annex with their iPads and Switches.

That left Cathy and me drinking white wine in the lounge, listening to some music on the speakers in there.

It was Thursday night. We were all going home on Saturday, so I only had one day left to get through if I were to embarrass myself with Cathy, so I got a bit braver.

“Going to try and get your husband back when we get home?” I asked her. We had not talked about that subject before.

“Must be joking,” she answered. “Having too much fun since he fucked off.”

“Really? Not struggling to keep yourself satisfied then, haha?”

“I’m down the Shamrock at least once a week. It’s full of frustrated types like yourself.”

“Charming,” I replied as Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Dreams’ came on the speakers.

“Let’s dance to this one,” she said, downing the last of her glass of wine and jumping onto her feet.

As I studied her, an ageing Goldie Hawn sprang to mind, with bigger tits. You know, a laugh, bubbly, past her best but still looked in decent enough physical shape for a bit of fun. She was a bit taller though, taller than Kate too. Closer to 5’6’’ I would think.

“Sure,” I got up and moved towards her. She was wearing a white T-shirt and a flowing long blue skirt. She put her hand on my chest and reached round to put her other hand on my back. I put both hands on her waist and squeezed her love handles gently.

We moved slowly with the music while looking at each other. We had been drinking pretty much since lunchtime. As the music came to an end, I thought ‘fuck it’ and moved one of my hands down to her ass.

I groped it roughly and moved in to attack her mouth with mine. She stuck her tongue all the way into my mouth, and we fought like this for a few moments. She grabbed my crotch through my jeans. I put my hands up her T-shirt and started pulling on her tits over her bra. She grabbed my ass at one point, and I moved my right hand up to her head and pulled on a handful of hair from the back of her head, separating our mouths momentarily. I spat into her open mouth and went straight back to kissing her roughly.

I snapped the button on my jeans open. She pulled herself away and grabbed my hand.

“Come on,” she said, and led me back through the house to her bedroom.

She dropped her skirt to her feet and pulled her T-shirt straight off over her head as soon as she was inside, walking backwards to her unmade bed. She fell back on it in just her matching green lace underwear.

I grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. She sat up, and I slapped her face.

“This is what you want?” I asked. She smiled back invitingly. I pushed her on her back and tore her green knickers off with a loud ripping sound.

“Ah,” she squealed. A little landing strip of black hair presented itself to me along with a pair of large pussy lips. I lifted her legs back and spat on her cunt before diving in. Her stale smell got me rock hard and ready for a proper session to degrade this slut. I stuck my tongue right inside her hole and sniffed her trimmed pubes deeply.

“Oh God. Jamie, eat me. Get your tongue in there.”

She was soaking wet already. I reached up with my hands and pushed her bra up over her tits. I pinched her right nipple and pulled on it. I lifted my hand and brought it down with a smack and grabbed the whole thing hard while I pulled on her pussy lips with my teeth.

She put her hand on top of mine to encourage me with the rough treatment of her chest as her bra sat under her neck. I ran my tongue across her clit and spat on it again.

“You like that, bitch?” I growled.

“Fuck yeah. Give it to me hard, you fucker, treat me like your whore.”

I stood up and went into the bathroom quickly. I hunted for some lotion or liquid soap that I could use to get in her ass. I grabbed a bottle of her lavender body lotion. She was sat back up when I returned.

“Get back down, you cunt,” I said, slapping her hard across the face again. She fell backwards. I flipped her over onto her stomach and started smacking her ass cheeks.

“Oh yes, Jamie. God, yes. Do it. Argh!” she started screaming.

“Quiet,” I said sternly as I was worried Ellie and Gary would hear what was going on down the hall.

I kept smacking until her ass started to glow red. I flipped the top of the bottle open and poured a glug of lotion onto my other hand. Then poured a load over her large buttocks. I climbed on the bed beside her and grabbed her neck in the bend of my arm while my other hand stared rubbing in the lotion and running through the crack in her bum. I held her firm as I moved the lotion all over her shit hole.

I could feel the warmth of her loose pucker and played with it with my fingers. “Do it,” she purred.

I shoved two fingers straight into her asshole. “Fuck,” I gasped in excitement. In and out. Straight up and down. Roughly. From my tips all the way to my knuckles in one shove.

I scraped my fingers against her pulpy rectum walls. I could feel the scorching heat inside of her.

I moved my arm from around her neck and moved my body back down to behind her ass. I introduced a third finger to my assault.

“God, that feels good,” she cried. “Finger my pussy too. Fuck.”

Without putting any lotion on them, I put three fingers from my other hand straight up her big cunt to my knuckles. “Yes, yes,” she whispered.

I moved my hands in and out of both her holes slowly one and a time. In her ass, out her cunt. In her cunt, out her ass. I felt my fingers between the membranes of both her holes.

“You’re a dirty bitch, Cathy,” I hissed.

Yes, I am,” she affirmed. “God, you are going to make me cum.” I felt her own hand move down underneath her to start stimulating her clit, and I continued aggressively fingering her.

Sweat was pouring from my forehead now. It had been cooler today, but it was still over seventy degrees just now, even though it had turned midnight. Some drops fell onto the very top of the spongy mounds I was molesting, and I watched with fascination as they started pooling in the small of her back.

I watched her big ass jiggling and rippling as my hands went back and forth. The room was full of squishing, wet, aural evidence of our sexual assault. “You cumming for me, cunt?”

“Oh yes, keep going. I’m so close. Fuck me with those fingers.”

“Come on. Let it out.”

“I’m coming, you bastard. Oh God. Argh… Oh God, finger me. Argh.” I brutally shook both my arms as I was inside her. She came hard and seemed like she pissed herself or squirted on my hands and onto her bed. “Ah, Ah,” she kept going.

“Look at your filthy holes,” I exclaimed, still jackhammering in and out.

“You fucker,” she gasped.

I pulled my hands away and watched her slack, red muscle close up slowly as I spat into it again and beat both her ass cheeks one more time before climbing off the bed.

I gazed proudly over my handiwork as she started to move into a foetal position on her side. She pulled the bra around her neck off over her head. I tugged on my rager as I meditated on how to continue my onslaught on her.

She was still grasping for breath as I grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her off the bed towards the bathroom.

“Come here, you sexy bitch,” I sputtered breathlessly as I pulled her along the floor.

I pushed her into the large walk-in shower and pushed my open jeans down to my ankles. She was on her knees in front of me. Now seeing her large tits dropping down to her stomach a little for the first time. Her nipples were massive, and I grabbed them again for a second. I stood back and slapped her hard around the face again, increasing my arousal.

I spoke to her with each slap: “Are” (slap), “you” (slap), “glad” (slap), “you” (slap), “came” (slap), “here” (slap).

She looked me in the eye and replied, “Not yet.” I slapped her again.

I needed to release my stiffy now. “Open your mouth, slut,” I said.

“Go on then,” she invited as I fell forward towards her, almost on top of her with my six and a half inches going straight into her mouth and down her throat all the way in one go.

I enjoyed my normal-sized cock. The amount of porn I had watched over the years where the guys had such fucking ridiculous huge dicks that couldn’t fit properly in the girls’ throats never satisfied me. That tight spot as you broke past the tonsils was always such paradise for the tip of my frenzied hard-ons. The challenge of holding it in there as long as I could without coming was utopia.

I put one hand on the wall behind her to steady myself, and she gagged and spluttered hard as the tip of my cock pushed into her throat canal at the first thrust. She grabbed my waist and dug her nails into my flesh as she struggled, but I was stronger and pushed hard, forcing her head against the wall.

“Oh fuck, that feels magic,” I sighed as she choked on my aggressor. I grabbed her head and held it as still as I could against the wall as I ground and thrust into her throat. I wasn’t pulling my cock out at all, just a constant grind in her throat in almost circular motion.

She pawed at my stomach under my shirt with both hands, running her fingers through the hair on my belly.

“Urgh. Urgh,” I kept going. “Take it, you fucking dirty cunt.” Salvia and spittle poured from her mouth and nose, coating her tits and chin and my thighs.

“Fuck, yeah,” she gasped as I pulled out just enough to let her take a gulp of air and then plunged back in hard, knocking her head back against the shower tiles.

I kept grinding and grinding in her throat. “God, you know how to take a face, fucking Cathy,” I declared as I went on my tiptoes to grind into her face, trying to get just any other millimetre down her gullet if it was available. “Just think about my fist pumping in and out of your dirty shitter next.”

With that, she coughed out a load of spit and saliva from her mouth, coating my groin and running down onto the shower floor.

“That’s it, baby,” I cooed as she gasped for air in shock. “Let it all out.” I let her get three deep breaths and then slapped her face again and plunged back in for another round in her experienced jaws.

“Oh God, yes. Urgh. Fuck. Fucking whore.”

To give her some small relief, I started pulling out a little further before plunging back in to the root of my penis. She took quick gasps each time I withdrew. I grabbed handfuls of her hair on either side of her head as I fucked her face.

“Urgh. Fuck. Bitch. Ohhh. Fucking take it. Fuck.”

She was quacking like a duck each time my cock popped from her throat. “Why the fuck did that husband leave this on the table?” I mused out loud, even though she was unable to reply.

I doubled the speed of my hip thrusts, and she tried to look up at me as I spat on her face again.

“Dirty cunt. Cocksucker. Fucking cunt.”

I pulled out and took another swipe to her right cheek. She fell forward onto her hands as she kept gasping for air.

“Fuck,” she exclaimed, looking down at the floor. “Is that all you’ve got?”

I grabbed a white towel from the rack next to me. I spun it into a thick rope and slung it around her neck, catching the other end with my other hand. I used it to pull her back up into the knees in front of me and as leverage behind her head to pull her closer to me as I manhandled my boner back into her mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good. Argh, argh. Take it. I want to feel the insides of your stomach. Fuck.”

She kicked her legs around below me as she grabbed my buttocks for support.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, yes.”

Months of frustration filled my head. All those fantasies of Kate. I pictured her ass again. Her midriff. Her white-painted toenails. Her dirty, stained knickers that I had inhaled.

“Oh fuck, you cunt.” I started coming. I could feel deep spurts of semen racing to explode from me. God, imagine running the very tip of my tongue along the insides of Kate’s shitty panties.

Cathy’s eyes widened as she felt my baby cream slide down her throat. She coughed and choked hard as I held her head tight.

“Don’t you dare. Swallow. Swallow it all, fucker,” I groaned as I ground up and down with each spurt. She coughed more flem and spit, mixed with my cum again, splashing up onto my stomach, pouring down to the floor. “Yes, yes,” I cried. “Oh God, oh God, that’s the best. Fuck, that’s so good.”

I was spent and slowly removed my dick, which was still solid as a rock. I looked down at the fucking mess between my legs. Her face was covered in spit and not a hint of make-up left, not even any eyeliner running down her face; it had all been washed away.

She gasped and gasped as I released my grip on her and dropped the towel to the floor. She looked up at me with shame and exhaustion.

“What a filthy cocksucker,” I said, catching my breath too.

She was still looking at me with her mouth open, taking in deep breaths. I took my cock in my hands and started taking a piss into her open mouth. She kept eye contact with me and opened her mouth wider. I smiled at her as the piss streamed from my hard cock. I aimed it down at her tits too and then back to her mouth.

I figured ‘why not’ as I was finishing the last stream or two and plunged it back down her throat for the final few drops. The shock must have instinctually closed her throat as most of my fluid came rushing back out of her mouth, down my legs and onto the top of the jeans around my knees.

“Just fucking look at you.”

I pulled out of her for a final time and struck her face again casually with my palm while muttering “that was great”. I stepped backwards out of the shower. I felt exhausted. We hadn’t fucked sadly, and I suppose we could have taken a break and then got back at it all night, but I really felt a wave of tiredness wash over me and looking at her there in the shower, a complete mess, I think the reality of what had just happened hit me.

I pulled up my jeans and fastened the buttons. I’d never even taken any of my other clothes off.

She could see I was stepping backwards.

“Thanks, Jamie,” she gasped as she was still struggling to get her breath back. “Do you want to stay here for the night?”

“No, I need to clean up. And you certainly do.”

I left the bathroom and entered the bedroom.

“That little sex kitten doesn’t know what she has coming, does she?” I heard her ask me as I approached the door. “I see how you look at her.”

I stopped in my tracks. I thought about answering her, but just shook my head and left, closing her bedroom door behind me with a click.

As I walked down the hall to my bedroom, which eventually led all the way back to the main open-plan living space and kitchen, I saw Kate from a distance at the kitchen island in a little black lace camisole top, pouring herself a drink of water. We looked at each other, expressionless, in the low light spilling in from just a couple of lamps that Cathy and I had left on by the sofas, as I continued walking to my door on the left. She had clearly seen me coming out of Cathy’s room.

‘Fucking hell,’ I thought to myself as I entered my room, making sure to lock the door when I was inside.  I threw off my clothes onto the floor and took a boiling hot shower to clean Cathy’s spit and shame from my crotch while I jerked myself off for a final time that night.

Tomorrow’s final day of the vacation would be interesting.