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First published: 11 December 2011

Holiday Kruise (With A 'K')

by Isabella

Story code: MM/F, m/F, Under age, Fantasy, Ghost, Exhibitionism, Voyerism

James had been working very hard, too hard; he had been regional director for just six months, which would have been a stressful time for anyone let alone a perfectionist like James. His predecessor had been over seventy when he retired, he had his own way of doing things, to James, his ways were lax, very lax indeed and when James had been a store manager under him James had shone out as the best performing store manager in the group, as area manager, again under Martin, James shone out as the best area manager.

Paul Gamble had been Martin's deputy for ten years and so naturally Paul expected to fill Martin's shoes when the time came, unfortunately Martin taught Paul all of his lax ways, it was obvious to everyone that if Paul took over the eastern region it would continue to stagnate as it was under Martin (I can't use Martin's last name as he was part of the family that owned the store chain so Martin's last name is actually the name of the retail chain also).

James applied for Martin's job, as did Paul; Paul was twenty years older than James and had twenty years longer service with the company, to say that Paul's nose was pushed out of joint when James was promoted over him was an understatement. Things got worse when James started to make changes that Paul didn't like, progressive changes, the sort of things that James had been trialling in his own area, things that had pushed up takings, turnover and profit, but things that involved hard work from Paul and James.

It took Paul just three months to cave in under the added pressure of the new regime, Paul didn't resign, that would have been too easy on James, he just took himself to the doctors and got an extended sick leave, that meant that James couldn't even replace him and employment regulations meant that it would take almost two years to dismiss Paul.

James's parents were over one afternoon, they were use to visiting me and the children and finding that James had, once again, had to work on his day off, June was shocked at just how old James was looking in just six months.

Ron, James's father, took James to one side and gave him a lecture. While James had been working his way up in the company he had worked through all of his holidays, with the exception of our honeymoon, I understood the reason for James pushing himself in business, and after Amy was born it was just easier not to try and take her on holiday, and then Laura came along just after Amy's second birthday and William, just two years after that, three children, two in nappies, going away would be no fun at all.

Ron came up with an idea; James would have to go to the C.E.O. Take an assistant from another region for two weeks as his replacement and go on holiday, "Take a complete break from work for two weeks or you'll be taking an even longer break when you crack up!"

"Sound's lovely but I can't take Amy out of school, and Laura is just about to start the 'rising fives' so she is building her time up at school every week now!"

Ron was a fixer; he had run his own company very successfully for forty years building it into the third largest steel fabrication, for the construction industry, in the country. "Your mother and I will take the children, all of them, for the fortnight, I'll have a week off to do my share, the kids will carry on going to school, ballet, music, whatever, just as always, and you and Isabella can have a second honeymoon!"

James found it remarkably easy to convince his boss that he needed a holiday and that it would be a good way to share best practices to allow one of the other assistant regional managers to take his region for a fortnight.

James was in his office at home, he was just finalising the last few things that he had to do before we flew out to Greece the next day, I had heard the phone ring twenty times, not unusual when James was working from home, I was packing our bags when he popped his head round the bedroom door, "slight change of plan, unfortunately I'll have to cancel our hotel in Zante, Matthew, one of my university buddies has just died, he was over here on holiday, picked up swine flue and developed complications, his mother just called to ask if I would do one of the readings at his funeral, she thought I'd gone on to be a priest after university!"

"Which one was Matthew; did I meet him at our wedding?"

It turned out that Matthew had been one of James's best friends until he discovered Pre-Neolithic religion; he changed form a regular guy into some kind of lothario, "I didn't want him to meet you because he would have tried to get you into bed, and he never took no for an answer, and he never failed to get a 'target; into bed once he set his mind on her!"

I was a little upset that he didn't trust me, it does, after all, take two to tango! James was adamant that as soon as his friend had discovered the secrets of pre-historic religion he changed, he also managed to get a PhD in his new subject and a huge research grant to study comparative religious development in the Greek and Asiatic cultures.

"The funeral is tomorrow, we can still make our flight to Zakinthos but then we have to take a ferry over to some God forsaken hell hole, and I really mean God forsaken, I've promised his mother that I will sort out his papers and ship his possessions back to her in England!"

James had a sudden thought, he rushed off to the garage, he had some boxes of his old university stuff that he had never looked in since the day he graduated, he took out a brass rubbing and a small muslin bag, "It's still here!" He held up the rubbing and the bag, "Matthew asked me one day to take this bag to his funeral, get our youngest child to hold the bag and read the..." He tailed off, "Of course, no one, not even Matthew managed to decipher the code from the carving!"

"Did he ask you to do that before we married?"

"Yes!"

"Before you decided not to be a priest?"

"Yes!"

"How could you have taken your youngest child to his funeral if you had become a priest, you would have been celibate?"

James smiled, "He seemed to know, seemed to know that he would go first, and that I would have not just one child, but children!"

"Well, unfortunately we can't take any of our children to this funeral and still make our flight to the island!"

"I didn't promise him, he just assumed back then I would do everything he asked me too!"

The funeral was nice, well attended by friends and family, and of course a smattering of university friends, most of whom did actually become priests. James was given the 'nod' when it was his turn to do his reading, he was totally wrong-footed, he quickly dumped the things he was holding that Matthew had asked him to bring, I caught the bag in my left hand and the rubbing in my right,

As James performed the reading I could hear from his voice and the way he delivered the reading that he would have made a first-rate vicar, first rate for funerals and weddings but I wasn't so sure about the rest, I had listened to James rehearse the piece three times already so my mind wandered, I was looking at the impression left in the paper by the rubbing, I was trying to make sense of the pictures, imagining what on earth it could all mean.

There was a bright flash, like someone taking a close up photograph of my face and then James patting my hand, I must have passed out, my left hand felt hot, I had dropped the bag on the floor, I looked at my hand, the palm was bright green and felt as if I had scalded it, I could also hear a faint voice in my head, it seemed to be asking me for directions.

James wanted to take me to the hospital or at least to a see a doctor but I managed to convince him that it was just the strain of getting ready for our first holiday and the worry of being away from the children. James had to apologise to every one for running out on the wake but at least Matthew's mother appreciated the fact that James would be settling Matthew's affaires in Greece and saving her the trouble of a long trip in the heat.

All through the journey to the airport and on the flight to Zakinthos I could hear the voice, sometimes quietly as if a long way away, sometimes apparently closer, it was as if the owner of the voice were opening doors and looking inside compartments or rooms for something it needed or had lost.

We landed at the airport in Zakinthos and took a taxi to the harbour, then a ferry to the main land, then coach from coast to coast which took until four o'clock in the morning to arrive in a small port at Argos where we had to wait until nine o'clock for the ferry to Serfos where we had to haggle with a local fisherman to take us to a tiny island that the locals simply called 'Donkey Island' because that was the only means of transport on the island.

We had been travelling for around thirty-six hours without a break and it was dark when the boat dropped us on what passed for a harbour on Donkey Island, unusual for the Greek islands, Donkey Island didn't have any buildings on the harbour side, there were no tavernas or shops, no Customs House or hotels.

Suddenly the voice in my head came through loud for the first time, "Ah good, that's the right place, all you have to do is wait here for Costas, it doesn't matter where he is on the island he'll smell your ripe cunt and be drawn to you!"

The voice had come through so loudly that I looked over my shoulder and then all around to see if there had been someone real talking, well, swearing to me. The 'cunt' comment had made me blush, this initiated concern in James, after all, I had passed out less than twenty-four hours earlier. I lied and told James that I was just looking for water to drink.

A dark, swarthy, man appeared on the harbour side leading a train of Donkeys, he looked James over, then he sniffed me, "Very nice, very nice people, you looking for place to stay on island?"

James stepped forward to ask for directions to the hotel, the man looked past James, his eyes were drilling into my eyes, "No hotel on island, Costas has a room, very cheep, very clean!" James asked if he could give us directions to Costas.

The man was wearing, or almost wearing a light blue shirt, short sleeved and open all the way down the front, he had on dark blue cotton trousers, not denim, more like canvas work trousers, he was dressed exactly the way that most of the workmen I had seen during my travels across Greece had been dressed, just a little more ragged and less cared fore.

The voice said, "He has your scent now, he knows you're ripe, when was the last time James fucked you? Eh? That long ago, is old James turning gay to leave such a beautiful woman like you fallow for so long?" I hadn't even thought about how long it had been since James and I made love but the voice didn't seem to need me to think an answer to his question. Costas will soon fill your belly for you if James takes his eye off of you for more than a minute.

I was blushing again, James asked again for directions to Costas's house, I was about to tell James that the man was actually Costas when the man beat his fist against his chest, "I am Costas!

James pointed at me, "My wife needs a drink of water, she is feeling a little faint!"

Costas moved in closer to me, the smell of old sweat on his body caught me off guard, Costas sniffed at me again, then he took a flask off of one of the Donkey's saddles and handed it to me.

I took a deep gulp from the flask, it wasn't water, it was some kind of wine, it wasn't a table wine, nothing at all smooth about it, it felt like I was swallowing broken glass and the wine was warm too.

Costas loaded our bags onto his Donkeys and set off in front of us, James whispered that he would look for alternative accommodation first thing in the morning, the voice in my head laughed out loud, so loud that I looked at James to see if he could hear it too. "He's worried, he's only been here a few minutes and already he can feel it, it's instinctive, he knows that Costas will mate with you and the only way he will be able to stop it will be to keep you in his sight at all times or kill Costas tonight!"

Costas took us to his house; it stood all alone on a rocky plateau overlooking the sea and the harbour, there was a large stable block at the rear and he took our bags up to a room above the stable. James complained about the smell, Costas looked at me and smiled, "Don't worry about smell please; Donkey's will soon get use to it!" Then he laughed, James laughed too, inside my head there was also laughter, I wasn't laughing.

Costas invited us to a simple meal, Greek salad and feta cheese drenched in olive oil with dry bread, freshly baked in an old wood burning oven. James mentioned that we were there to settle Matthew Orton's affairs as he had passed away while he was visiting England. Costas told James that he would send his son to act as a guide, they would have to leave very early in the morning as, "Mr. Orton's camp is very high in the hills, will take many hours for a donkey to climb that high!"

I had some very vivid dreams, my night was really disturbed, I had never had a sex related dream in my life before but it seemed to me, in my dream, that I was having sex with several different women. Now sex dreams were one thing but dreaming about having sex with other women, now that was totally out of order, I appeared to be penetrating them, on top of them, I had seen things on the internet to allow one woman to do that to another but in my dreams I could feel everything, as if I were a man.

The last dream I had, just before I heard a tapping at the door to tell James that it was five-thirty and time to get up. In that dream I heard the woman panting under me calling out, "Matthew, oh my God, keep doing that, do it harder, please God don't stop!"

And then James was moving, dragging his weary body out of bed, "What time is it?" "Go back to sleep darling, it's far too early!"

I heard the sound of animals being dragged reluctantly out of the room directly below the bedroom that Costas had given us to spend the night in, I opened the curtains and looked out, careful not to let anyone see me as I was dressed in just my nighty, well, my nighty, bra and panties, but I still didn't want anyone to see me dressed like that, it had taken me a long time to allow James to see me dressed for bed after we married.

"Ah, this is where you are hiding!" the voice was familiar, it was right against my ear, I spun around, almost over balancing out of the window but there was no one there, the voice again, this time even closer if that were possible. "It took me a while but I've found most of what I needed to know, so James isn't much of a man then is he, he didn't fuck you last night, I gave you some great images, I turned you on, any real man would have smelt sex on you and fucked you all night long, James didn't even give you a goodbye kiss!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm a friend, I'm going to be your best friend, you won't think so at first but trust me, I'll give you more fun and more fucking that you've ever had in your life before!"

I looked out of the window, James was out of earshot, he was walking at the back of the rear donkey of a train of six animals all tied together, nose to tail, Nick, Costas's fourteen year old son pulling the lead Donkey, I was still trying to hide myself behind the material that had been draped across the glass-less opening that passed for a window.

"You don't have to try and hide from Costas, he can smell you even from that distance, I'll bet his son, Nick, can smell you from all the way up there on the trail!" At that moment as if to prove a point Nick looked back, he seemed to be looking straight at the window, at me, at me dressed in just my nighty.

"I told you some of my sexiest stories last night, you've been 'juiced' up so long that Costas has been awake half the night just waiting for James to piss off this morning, I'm surprised that he isn't already here, I imagine him taking the stares two at a time as soon as James rounds the first bend!"

I rushed over to the door, there was quite a sturdy lock on the door, when I reached it and made a grab for the key my hand missed totally and caught the handle, turning it downwards, opening the latch instead of locking the door. "You didn't think I'd let you disappoint my old friend Costas did you?"

"Who are you please?" I was talking as quietly as possible, I didn't want to appear crazy but I must be. The door swung open fully, Costas was indeed taking the stares two at a time, he stopped when he saw me standing at the open doorway, then he smiled, seeing the way I was dressed, he swung his arms and sprang the last few steps, again two at a time.

"Hey, pretty lady, your husband no make fuck with you before he gone up my mountain?"

I froze to the spot unable to move, unable to speak, my brain was shouting "Slam the door, for Christ's sake close it and lock it!" but what my ears heard my mouth say was, "No, not for a long time, a very long time!" I was being made to back away from the door by a strong internal force, I thought that I was moving away from Costas but as I moved back, back towards the bed I was unbuttoning the front of my nighty.

Costas caught up with me at the edge of the double bed, I had opened about half of the buttons, they only went to the waist anyway, Costas was breathing heavily, he reached out with both hands and took hold of both sides of the front of my night dress, his fingers went in too far though and as he pulled his hands apart he ripped the front of my nighty open completely, right down to the floor, and with it my bra too, in his eagerness to unwrap me, his finger nails had gouged two red tracks in each of my, previously unblemished breasts, with a faint showing of blood in each of the grooves.

I stood there perfectly calmly, in just my panties, in front of this man, who was almost a stranger; I had never stood in front of James, or any other man like this. Inside I was screaming for help, "Costas won't need any help you stupid girl, he'll fuck you Royally for at least an hour before he's finished filling your belly, he's really fertile, eight kids before he killed his wife, eight kids in ten years before his wife passed on trying to give him number nine, now he's got almost five years worth of fucking seed in his balls that he needs to plant in your womb!"

Inside I was a screaming mess, shaking, trying to fight the Greek farmer off, outside, I stood perfectly still, feet a foot apart, arms down by my side, hands away from my sides by a few inches, head bowed slightly in resignation, Costas could have just pulled my panties down but, instead, he took hold of the elasticated waistband in both hands and ripped them just as he had my nighty and bra.

He stood looking at my body, my large breasts, totally white, large dark brown areola and huge nipples, that had fed my three children over the last six years, standing out harder than they had ever stood out before, the voice in my head said, "What do you think, I've found the switch that makes your nipples stand out, it's a good signal to a man that you are interested in him fucking you, I'm going to have fun playing with that part of you in future!"

"Please, I don't know who you are but please for the love of God, leave me alone, let me get dressed!" Costas was looking at me now, I was totally naked, he was pulling his shirt off, he was so close to me now that I couldn't help noticing the contrast between his olive brown arms and my totally white body, his, almost black, hair and my strawberry-blond pubic mound, the only similarity, Costas's hair, on his head, was wild and uncombed or trimmed, as was my mound, a wild triangle of straggly strawberry-blond candy-floss soft hair.

Costas rubbed my flat stomach, "What, no childrens you have yet?"

"Three!" The voice answered for me, there was no way I could have answered a question at anything less than one hundred decibels.

"You figure is good for three childrens!"

"I've been lucky!" The voice again answered for me.

Costas started to open the zipper of his trousers; there was no belt or fastener at the waistband and no underpants either, as he pulled his zipper down he started to appear, rampant and an angry purple colour, I felt myself starting to swoon, starting to gray out into a faint, suddenly I was jerked back, the inner voice had done something to me, "I wouldn't forgive myself if I allowed you to miss out on seeing, and feeling Costas's magnificent cock!"

I heard myself saying, "Would you like a blow-job first?" I didn't even know what a blow job was, sorry, I knew that it meant oral sex, I'm not totally stupid but James had never asked me for oral sex, I had never seen or talked about oral sex, I had just offered to do something that I had no idea how to deliver!

Costas took hold of a hand full of my hair, he twisted it around in his fist until he was almost pulling it out of my head by the roots, then he pulled his fist down, forcing me onto my knees, "He's not going to let you give him anything is he? He's determined to take it all, show you who the boss is!"

I bumped down on to my knees and Costas forced his huge erection against my lips, "Don't try to fight me girl, I'll show you what I like, hopefully he'll like it too, if not he'll teach you himself!" the voice inside my head tailed off with laughter, my mouth opened, Costas's cock tasted disgusting, it had been a while since his cock has seen soap and water, from the smell of stale sweat coming from his body it had been a long time since he had used soap and water on any part of his body.

"Mouth wide open, keep the teeth well out of the way, keep a firm grip around his cock-shaft unless you're feeling very adventurous and have a strong throat. Close your lips tightly around his cock-shaft, just a little light suction, that's a good girl, now, remember to do all that and use your tongue to lick, under the frill of his cock-head is best, but lick any part of his cock that you can reach, and concentrate, a good blow-job isn't an accident, it's an art!"

I couldn't believe how proud I felt in myself when Costas said, "You have the best mouth I've felt in years, you're better than any Athenian whore could ever be!"

"As you have never done this before I should warn you..." I had gotten very carried away with myself, I had taken over completely from the thing that was controlling my every movement until that point and suddenly I was reaping the rewards, the most disgusting taste I could ever imagine was firing out of Costas's cock, it was hitting the back of my throat and I felt like I was about to throw up. "...Oh, never mind, you found out for yourself!"

I tried to pull my head away as soon as I discovered just how bad sperm can taste but Costas was ready for me, "No little whore wastes Costas's baby juice!" And with that he pulled my head harder against his belly and deposited every last mille-litre of salty, pungent, cream into my mouth and throat.

I thought, "Thank God he's finally finished, now he'll leave me alone!"

The voice delivered a little bad news, "Do you feel him deflating?"

"No!"

"He's not like James, he won't turn over and go to sleep just because he's emptied his balls in you, he's descended directly from the cave-man, his genes haven't been diluted by years of genetic stirring and dilution, he'll probably go four or five times before he's finished with you this time!"

Costas had finally finished shooting, and it had taken him a hell of a long time to empty his balls into my mouth, I had never put a stopwatch on James but I would estimate that James lasted less time, from first penetrating my vagina to rolling off and kissing me good-night, than Costas had spent just spewing his cum into my mouth after he had fucked it.

I wanted to throw up, my stomach was actually churning, it felt like it was about to boil over but my inner voice managed to calm me just in time, no, he didn't actually calm me down, he just re-directed the messages coming from my stomach, I knew that my insides were boiling but it no longer registered in my mind as a problem.

In one fluid movement, Costas stepped back, lifted me to my feet with my hair, took my arm and turned me so that my back was too him and force me face down onto the bed, I felt his rough fingers exploring around my bottom, he was looking closely, parting my bum cheeks, "Why you James not give you Greek style?"

I said, "What?" I heard, "My husband is too 'English' to give me Greek!" Costas let my hair go but pushed his hand down hard between my shoulder blades, just to encourage me to remain face down on the bed, I looked back as best as I could, Costas's cock was still standing out from his body proudly like the bow-sprite on a sailing ship, it's head not quite so purple and angry looking now.

My bum cheeks were being held open with one hand while an index finger was being prodded and poked against my arse hole, "You much too tight for fun without lubrication, Costas not liking to Greek a girl unless it is natural, maybe we can do it Greek later on today if you open up a bit more!"

Then he knelt behind me, he thrust himself against my backside and a thought flashed through my mind that he was trying to fuck me Greek style anyway even though he had said I was too tight.

My inner voice had explained exactly what Greek style sex actually meant as Costas was kneeling down behind me and the thought of a man's cock going into that particular hole frightened me more than the prospect of sucking Costas's cock or even having him fuck me conventionally.

Costas realised he was too high, he pulled my hips up so that my knees were off the floor, then he pushed one of the pillows from the bed under my stomach, then he thrust against me again and this time his monster cock hit right on target and buried itself right up into my cunt.

"You can't tell me that you didn't want that, you are so juiced up that you could take Costas's stud donkey up you with no difficulty at all!"

I was so embarrassed that I didn't even think a reply but to add to my embarrassment my mouth said, "Oh God yes, Costas, fuck me hard like that!"

Costas did as my mouth had asked him too, he rammed his cock into me so hard that it lifted my body clear of the bed with each inward thrust and as he backed away I fell back onto the bed with a crash, I heard myself say, "Oh yes baby, do it harder, harder!"

"You are one sexy bitch girl, Jimmy, he don't deserve a fuck goddess like you!"

Costas began to breath heavily, then he thrust twice extra hard and I felt his boiling hot seed flowing into my body, Costas was sill, his muscles contracting hard, all that was touching the bed of my body was my forehead, the rest of me was held suspended a few inches over the mattress impaled on Costas's wonderful cock.

Costas gave a grunt and a bellow, he sounded very animalistic as he ran through his climax, he didn't lower me down, he just stepped back allowing me to crash back down on to the bed, I bounced back up slightly and as I did Costas caught me and flipped me onto my back, semen was still spurting out of his cock's eye and that went all over my abdomen.

The wind was knocked out of me as Costas dropped his full weight onto my stomach, my pussy was still spasming from an 'almost' orgasm and Costas was pounding his meat into me again, in this position the 'almost' climax turned into a full-blown, earth shattering climax, James had never taken me anywhere close to this level of sexual pleasure. If I had been asked I would have said that James had given me three orgasms in our eight years together as man and wife, the first resulted in Amy, six years ago, the second, in Laura, four years ago, and the third in William, two years ago.

A warning flashed through my head, three orgasms, three children, and James had never taken me to this height of sexual pleasure before, I started counting the days since my last period finished, the voice in my head kept distracting me, trying to stop me finding out that James had chosen the exact time that I would be most fertile to take me on our second honeymoon.

My arms were around Costas's neck, pulling his face against mine, kissing him passionately, I was blaming the thing that had taken over me for my actions but deep down inside I realised that the thing inside me was just sitting back enjoying the feelings that Costas was delivering to me, I knew that I could now say no, the thing in me had controlled me and made me have sex with Costas but now he had his fun with me I felt that he needed to recharge his batteries, now it was all me, I was back in charge momentarily.

I could feel that Costas was close to his third climax and I said, "Oh God, please don't stop now, just a little longer, please!" Costas laughed and then his body jerked and I felt the warmth of another load of Greek sperm boiling out of Costas's cock and deep into my body.

I shouldn't have been disappointed, Costas had taken me way beyond any point of pleasure that I had ever been in my life before but I was, as Costas fell against my body gasping for air and finished I heard myself say, "Oh God why did you have to stop just there, why couldn't you have lasted just a little longer?"

I felt Costas's cock start to shrink, that was a laugh in itself though, even after over an hour of sexual athletics and several climaxes, Costas was still at least twice the size that James was when he first got his erection. Costas pushed my left knee down; the realisation that I had lifted my knees to tilt my vagina slightly because the pleasure had been increased surprised me, that had been my own idea, not the inner voice. Costas moved his right leg so that it was on the outside of my left leg, he was about to 'dismount' and my inner being deflated faster than Costas's cock was.

Costas slipped his right arm under my shoulders, which was a strange way of going about a dismount, Costas crushed the breath out of my body and then rolled onto his back with his arm still clamped tightly across my back, I followed him, now this was another new feeling for me, I had never been on top before in my life.

Costas pulled both of my knees so that they were well forward of his hips, nature took over and lifted my body away from his, his face hove into view, a broad smile on his lips, "Now I've put plenty of good Greek baby juice into you to make a strong Greek child, it is your turn to entertain me!"

Costas took one of my breasts in each of his rough, callused hands and managed to lift my body away from his with my breasts, I had only been lifted an inch or so and it had been exceedingly painful but when Costas allowed me to fall back against his groin and my eyes opened wide with the pain and pleasure of it.

As Costas played roughly with my breasts I lifted myself and dropped again, there was a gasp of pleasure from me, so involuntary that I had thought that my inner voice was back but it wasn't, my own body had taken over, now I was riding Costas's cock as if I were riding one of his donkeys.

I had stopped Costas's cock shrinking and had turned the tides, it was growing once more, back to full flagpole status and in the process I was starting to build my own climax for the first time in my life. And, for the first time in my life, I was the architect of my own pleasure, I could vary the speed, the pressure and by altering the angle o my body, the depth of penetration too. I also found that I could regulate my orgasm finely, taking myself to one apex, letting myself fall and then pick up the pace again and reaching a slightly higher peak.

I lost track of time completely, Costas had fucked me to three orgasms in an hour, I had lost count at forty orgasms and judging by the height of the sun, I had been riding Costas for close to three hours and all the time he lust lay there and let me pleasure myself, his only participation in my pleasure was his rough handling of my breasts and in all that time, his cock didn't so much as twitch, it just stood there rampant and hard.

"I'm back, have you been having fun while I've been off exploring?" The voice had returned and I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard it, I had been having so much fun learning how to pleasure myself on this magnificent stud of a man that I had forgotten that I was only in my current pleasure cycle because of the control the voice had exerted over me almost four hours ago.

I was closing in on yet another record breaking peak of my orgasmic mountaineering expedition before the voice hit me and as I jumped so did my climax, it was as if the inner voice had been that of a voyeur and that having someone else watching had prodded my orgasm even higher.

"I've just witnessed the most amazing sight in my life, I actually watched as Costas's sperm found your egg, I saw the moment of fusion, the outer skin of your egg glowed an iridescent blue for a fraction of a second before the sperm died and I saw the first cell division as the outer shell started to thicken and turn opaque. I couldn't help myself though, I wanted to see what would happen if I split the two cells apart before the shell formed, so now you have twins, identical twins!"

My climax hit yet another new height being told by the voice in my head that I was definitely pregnant and to be told within hours of the seed being sewn that I would be having twins, Wow!

Costas sensed that I was coming to the end of my playtime, my extra high orgasmic peak and learning I was pregnant had taken what energy I had left in reserve and I fell against Costas's chest, he clamped his arms over my back again, pulled me so that my cunt was raised slightly and then he started to pound up into my body, it took him close to forty minutes of hard fucking to finish himself off for the fourth time of the day and this time, when he climaxed I really felt every jet of semen as he fired deep into my body.

As Costas pushed my limp and lifeless body off of his the voice in my head told me to sleep and I did exactly as I was told. Just before I closed my eyes I realised for the first time since I had started fucking with Costas that the little room above the donkey stables was as hot as an oven, while I had been fucking, even though I had been exerting a lot of energy I had felt cool and, just before I fell asleep I vomited Costas's spunk from almost four hours earlier.

The voice had prevented my registering the heat as well as the stomach churning bile in my belly but as I went to sleep so did the voice and it left me feeling everything, and I mean everything, including four hours worth of soreness between my thighs.

As the heat hit my body, increasing the volume I was sweating considerably and the vomit burned my throat and covered the bed I thought to myself, "I'll never go to sleep like this!" Just before I became unconscious, one last act of my inner voice before it too went to sleep for a well earned rest.

It was almost dusk when I woke, I was disturbed by the far off sound of whistling and shouting, Nick was coming down from the mountain ahead of the donkey train, I had to peel the bed sheet from my face, my vomit had glued it to me as I slept. I stood at the window a very different woman from the one that had tried to hide behind the flimsy curtains at the window just twelve hours earlier, now, totally naked, my body covered in my own sick, that and a copious amount of Costas's spunk, some partially digested from my stomach and some that had been running out of my cunt for several hours.

There was a jug of water and a basin on the rickety box that served as a draw unit in the little bedroom. I stood there washing myself, still standing at the window, Nick's eyes were far better than James's, I knew that he could see me at the little window as I washed my naked body.

I threw my torn clothes into the corner of the room and slipped into a clean nighty even though it was only around six o'clock in the afternoon, I had hoped that James might want to come to my bed and exercise his sore muscles following his arduous journey. There were no clean sheets so I simple flipped the badly stained ones face down onto the mattress in the hope that James wouldn't notice.

It took James another thirty minutes before I heard him on the steps leading up to the bedroom, half way up I heard him coughing, then I heard, "Dam, these donkeys stink, even after almost twenty-four hours I still can't get use to them!" The door to the bedroom opened and James coughed again, "The stench is far worse in here, how can you stand it?"

I was laying on the bed, trying to ignore the ripe smell of my own vomit over the stench of the donkeys. I was trying to look seductive, if Costas had impregnated me already, the sooner I got James on top of me, the easier it would be to convince him that the baby or babies were his.

"I've brought all of Matthews stuff down from his camp, I'm going to set up his tent in the paddock, it'll be cooler and, hopefully, well away from the smell of those dammed donkeys!"

The thought ran through my mind, 'Dame it!' I didn't bother to dress; I went outside in my nighty with nothing on underneath it. Tent! Tent!! James had to be kidding me, the tent was, two poles, four lengths of rope and an old ships sail that sagged in the middle because there was no ridge pole.

There was no privacy, no front or back to the thing, the bed was just an old roll-up straw and donkey hair mattress, so much for getting away from the smell of donkeys. James had hung a lantern on the front pole of the tent, he was sitting with his back to the tent so the lantern could illuminate the notebook he was looking at, he was also listening to a tape that Mathew had made of the work he was doing, the tape was the tiny kind from a Dictaphone machine, Matthew had obviously decided to post his thoughts to a typist back in civilisation.

I heard a noise outside the tent, I went out of the back of the tent, the light hanging from the front pole gave plenty of light for James to read by and it lit the inside of the tent reasonably well but I only had to go a few feet away from the back of the tent to be in total darkness. I felt a hand snake out of the darkness and touch one of my breasts, the hand was course and calloused just like Costas's hand but this one was far smaller and the touch gentler.

Nick whispered, "I hope my father hasn't already made you pregnant, I want to do that!"

My nighty was being pulled up, I wanted to stop him but the voice in my head had chosen that moment to wake up, "This will be interesting!" Between them, the voice and Costas's son had me totally naked not twenty feet from my husband.

Nick fucked me standing up as the ground was so rocky, he wasn't as big as his father but he had a lot of enthusiasm and as much stamina or maybe even more than his father. He had another thing in common with his father though, the Greek thing of turning a woman so he was behind her as they fucked.

I was bent forward, holding on to the trunk of a wizened olive tree with a low bush at its base; I could clearly see James in the pool of light from the lantern, sitting reading and with the earphones from the Dictaphone covering his ears. I reached several noisy orgasms before Nick was ready to cum.

Then James suddenly stood up, he pulled the plug from the Dictaphone, "Listen to this darling, Matthew has proof that the people who live on this island aren't really humans like us, they are direct descendants of Neanderthal man, listen to this, we've got to get the evidence to Athens or London!" The Dictaphone was making that squealing sound that they make while they are being rewound. I had to hold my breath to try and stop James hearing my gasps as I climaxed one last time.

James had pulled his headphones off and was looking into the tent where he thought I was, "Hey, where are you?"

I was still holding on to the olive tree, Nick was still behind me fucking me wildly but I had to call out that I was behind the bush, "I needed a pee!"

"Wow, you peeing outdoors, now that is a first!"

I was gasping through yet another 'silent' climax, I was trying to push Nick away from me so that I could compose myself and pull my nighty back on so I couldn't say anything about it being another first.

I eventually got rid of Nick and dressed myself and stepped out into the pool of light. James opened his eyes wide when he realised that I wasn't dressed in my usual way, even though my nighty wasn't shear or anything, it was still transparent enough in the lamplight to show my pubic bush and the dark outlines of my areola. "You don't have a bra or knickers on under that!"

"No, it was too hot up in that bedroom, I couldn't stand having too many clothes on!"

"Now listen to this, it sounds crazy but I have all the evidence in Matthew's belongings!" James pressed play and the voice I heard coming from the tiny speaker on the Dictaphone was very familiar to me; I had been listening to it for a couple of days already. Mathew was the voice I could hear in my head making me do sexual things that I had never dreamed possible.

Because of the islands construction, humans hadn't been able to land on the island for thousands of years; the original Neanderthals that had once covered the planet had gradually been wiped out by the newcomers, Humans. Popular history had it that the Neanderthals had evolved into the man that the modern world knows today, but on that island, human's hadn't managed to get a foothold and so the Neanderthals had evolved in parallel to the rest of humanity.

I allowed the thought to pass through my mind, 'If Costas wasn't the same species, perhaps he hadn't made me pregnant after all!' "Don't even think of that, I've been watching our children and they are both coming along nicely. When they are born I'll leave you alone and slip out into one of the two children. It'll take a while but I'll train one of them in all the sexual arts and they'll have the advantage of a first class education before they even start out at school!" Came from my inner voice.

James was finally ready for bed, as soon as he turned off the light Matthew made me slip out of my nighty even though the night air was very cool, Matthew even made me reach out for the opening in James's pyjamas and he slipped my hand inside, I heard Matthew laugh when he found underpants, "You two make a perfect pair don't you?"

I managed to awaken my husband's interest with Matthew's help and, even though James was totally surprised to find me totally naked he still rolled over on top of me and did the business, well, what he called the business, if he was really in the sex business, James would have been bankrupt a long time ago.

After James had his climax, a pitiful two or three millilitres of spunk that had difficulty in dribbling out of his cock, Matthew again laughed, "God how did that man ever put three kids in your belly?" James kissed me goodnight and rolled over, Matthew made me go down on my husband and take his shrivelled up worm of a cock in my mouth and suck him back to life.

James wasn't really interested but I rolled him onto his back and I climbed on top of him and Matthew guided me on how to fuck my husband, taking him to the edge of his orgasm and then letting him down before he had a chance to fire off and then repeating the process over and over again.

I didn't actually have an orgasm of my own until Matthew said, "Right, I'm bored with your useless old man, fuck him good and get it over with!" I threw my body into the task at full-pelt, just to get it over with, I shivered at Matthew's comment and that was the beginning of my climax. I pushed James all the way over his own mountainous orgasm and I had one too, I even managed to feel his semen shoot up into myself, and then we both went to sleep.

I was still naked at six o'clock when Costas cleared his throat and woke James and I up. James's eyes were out on stalks when he realised that I was still totally naked, especially as Costas was standing there looking in the open end of the tent.

I stood up, pushed Costas out of the way and walked over to the olive tree where I squatted down and took a piss with two men watching me. James finally regained his composure, "We need the next ferry to the mainland!"

"Two weeks away for the next ferry!"

"That's no good, we need to get to Athens and then back to our holiday in Zante as soon as possible!"

"Well, I can radio to see if a fisherman is passing our way, they may take you to a port where you can get easier ferry to Athens!"

James thanked Costas for his offer and then James walked off with Costas to the house, I must have let my disappointment show through to Matthew because he said, "Don't worry, Costas doesn't know you're already pregnant, he won't smell that on you for a few more days so he'll give James some pointless task and be right back to fuck you again!" Costas was back in seconds, there was a sound of hammering and sawing coming from the other side of the house and then Costas pulled me out of the tent, he took my hand and led me away from the meadow, still naked, and out onto the rocky plateau that led to the cliff face that was a shear drop of over a hundred feet down to the sea.

I looked around; I could clearly be seen from the upper windows of the house, even when Costas pulled me down to the hard rock surface. I could also be seen from any boat that happened to be passing out at sea. I shivered with anticipation as Costas dropped his trousers and tore open his shirt, that was just the anticipation, as Costas's cock ploughed through my vaginal cleft and stretched me open once again the shiver turned instantly into an orgasm. Instantly, unlike the hour or more with James the night before that barely brought any pleasure at all.

Matthew had worked it out, as Costas fucked me, "He's got James making crates to pack my findings up in, clever bastard!"

Costas had his first orgasm and really washed my insides out with his spunk but he didn't stop, he didn't even skip a beat, he just kept on pounding away into me. As he was fucking me, Costas was feeling around my bottom, he seemed very disappointed that my arse muscle was still intact, "Why you didn't let my Nick do you Greek last night when I sent him to you?"

Matthew answered for me, "James disturbed him before he could do it to me that way!"

Costas looked up at the house, still not skipping a beat and he waved his hand, beckoning whoever was watching to come to us. Petta, one of Costas's youngest daughters came running over from the house, she must have been in the upstairs bedroom watching her father and me having sex. She stopped about six feet short and just stood there waiting until her father had finished his second orgasm and I climbed down off of my thirtieth climax.

"Tell Dominic to help make the crates and send Nick over to us!" Petta ran back to the house and a minute or so I saw Nick striding confidently across the meadow and out onto the rock plateau. Nick undressed and stood watching his father fucking me, Costas didn't hurry himself though, he took his time to reach his third orgasm before pulling out of me, still ram-rod hard. Costas's spunk and my own lubricating juices had formed a thick white foam that was running down the gentle slope towards the sea.

"You boy, you do her Greek for me, like I told you to do last night, don't fuck about this time, do it as I told you to!"

Nick knelt at my side, he flipped me over on to my face like I was a rag doll, then he covered my back and took aim, "I'm going to help you out this first time, I'm going to redirect the pain, just like I'm redirecting the soreness from your cunt at the moment!" Nick stabbed his hips forward and violently broke my anal muscle. There wasn't the single hint of pain as Nick's cock buried its self into my anus, I thought, 'Thank God he's only half as thick as his dad!' To myself as I felt Nick pounding away at my bum, Matthew interjected, "Well, his dad is next in the queue and I'm going to do you a favour, I'm going to let you feel every inch of Costas's cock when he takes his turn at you!"

There was the sound of a ships hooter out at sea, I looked back as well as I could, a large ship was heading towards Costas's island, three men on the bridge were all standing looking over at us through powerful binoculars. Nick gasped through his climax and I felt his warmth flooding up my lower intestine.

I had expected that as three men were watching us through binoculars, Costas wouldn't take his turn at my arse, "It will take them two hours to get here, just enough time for me to fill you up Greek style!" The pain as Costas's huge cock forced its way into my body was beyond belief, more painful than giving birth all three times combined. But surprisingly, even through the pain I still managed to have another orgasm followed by another and then a third before Costas finally gave me his load up my arse.

I stood up with a great deal of pain; I was begging Matthew to take the pain away before James saw the way I was walking. I looked out to sea, there were now six men standing on the bridge, every one of them spying on the three of us as we stood there naked. Costas and Nick both had clothes to put on but of course I didn't, all of my clothes were up at the tent still.

Costas and Nick walked down towards the dockside and I walked back towards the tent. James came running over just as I stepped into the meadow, "You're still naked!"

I looked down at my body, I was about to make a smart comment but Matthew allowed a little of the pain he was holding back to slip through so I took a deep breath, "Yes, I've got a little 'prickly heat' I can't stand the feeling of clothes against my skin at the moment!"

James was concerned that with my fair complexion I'd burn to a crisp in the Greek sun. I asked James to put some after sun on me before I dressed, he took me into the tent and as he smoothed the oil onto my body he got carried away and he fucked me there in the tent in the noonday sun.

It took us a while to load all of our stuff and all of Matthew's stuff onto the ship. It was the 'Pantheon of Sparta' a freezer factory ship, it collected fish from lots of small islands and processed it on route to Athens, we had been taken onboard as a favour to Costas, he seemed to be quite an important and well respected man in the islands and shipping communities.

I thought that a donkey stable stank to high heaven but it wasn't a patch on a factory ship processing a hundred tons of fish a day, there was a crew of seven men running the ship and ten men who worked the factory side of the process, so a total compliment of seventeen, with James and I on the ship it came close to the point where the Greek government would insist on trained medical staff onboard.

There were cool places on the ship but they tended to have the worse smell so I gravitated towards the hotter, less pungent areas of the ship. I also found that when the ship was up to full speed, if I lay out on the foredeck, even on the sunniest time of the day, when there wasn't a breath of wind, the ship's forward momentum caused a cooling breeze all of its own, so I took to sunbathing out on the foredeck.

James was working his way through Matthew's notebooks, so he spent most of his time in the cabin reading while I spent most of my time nude sunbathing under the noses of the men on the bridge. By the second day, I was sunbathing in the nude under the bridge crew, they took their turns at me, then the engineering crew were Allowed up on deck one at a time until I had allowed all seven of them to fuck me, then the factory staff took their turns, seventeen men, all far away from their wives and girlfriends and all grateful to me for supplying a little 'home comforts' in the journey to Athens.

By the fourth day I was thinking that if the cruise companies could initiate a program where all the female passengers got fucked by seventeen men every day of the cruise, they would make a million pounds a day extra.

Once in Athens, James tried his hardest to convince the Greek government about Costas's family and the other islanders on Donkey Island, all the evidence was taken by the department of antiquities and James was left very frustrated, well, only frustrated by the Greek government, I was taking care of any other frustrations every day and every night at the hotel. James was even complaining that his cock was too sore to carry on but I didn't let that stop me humping his brains out.

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