Chapter 1

On the second day of our vacation in Greece, I allowed my fourteen year old daughter (‘almost fifteen’, she would add) to join me in having a bottle of wine with our meal. We got all giggly and she suggested we play Truth Or Dare. After a few turns, she dared me to walk a mile along the Peloponnese beach, in the sunset, bare naked. It wasn’t a clothing optional beach, but I thought it would be all right since it had been very quiet all day. The next house was at least three miles away and the beach could’t be seen from the coastal road.

So, I accepted the challenge, on the condition that she would join me in it. And, as the last rays of sunshine were already disappearing, I began to shed my clothes. Jessica followed my example and pretty soon we were walking hand in hand along the shore, away from our rented beach cottage, stark naked in the early evening dusk.

All went well till we came to a spot where a group of youngsters were hanging out, there must have been 20 or 25 of them, ranging in age from 15 to 25 approximately. They spotted us the same time we spotted them and there was no escaping: unaccompanied female tourists are considered sluts and free hunting by most Greek men and our lack of attire confirmed their prejudice.

Soon we were both closely surrounded by boys and men who, judging from the tone of their voices and their lewd gestures, were discussing what they wanted to do to us. They started groping us and I was pulled to the ground right in front of my little girl. I heard her scream once, twice, then only muffled sounds. Several of my attackers poked my pussy and one shoved a rather large cock between my lips, threatening with his index finger that he would do me harm if I didn’t perform well.

Now, apart from the non-consensual aspect, this could’ve been a scene from one of my most exciting erotic dreams. At 35, I’m still top fit and I find most men my age starting a pot belly and lacking vigor and stamina. Younger men, even boys, now populate my fantasies and, every now and then, share my bed. And although in my sexual relations with women I tend to be rather dominant, I like my men rough and less than considerate. But the boys and men I pick up occasionally are nearly always intimidated by my straightforwardness.

And here I was, being sexually assaulted by some 15 young locals who, as they undressed around me, showed me their lean and muscled bodies, bronzed by the mediterranean sun. My breasts were kneaded and my nipples pinched roughly by several hands as others pinned down my arms and spread my legs. The excitement raced through me, sending hot flashes from my nipples to my clit that started to throb, while I felt my inner labia swell and my vagina go moist.

Soon, but not a second too soon, one of my welcome assailants lay between my wide spread legs and pushed his rock hard prick against me. I wiggled a little and when he felt his glans slide between my cunt lips, he shoved himself in, to the hilt.

“AAIIIEEEEE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, not in pain but in grateful surprise. As far as I could tell, nobody took notice of my howling. The guy inside me started fucking me with fast strokes, hard and deep, without any noticeable concern for my pleasure: it felt sooo good. I tried to match his thrusts but was hampered by the idiots that still held my thighs wide and low. The one fucking me neared his climax and I could not meet his strokes to get myself off. Getting hornier every second, I was forced to lie there and feel him coming, going rigid when he squirted deep into me. After a few seconds of rest, he came up and withdrew himself from my body.