The Tui airways Boeing 767-300R flight was descending from the skies above the Mediterranean Sea after a four hour uneventful flight from London Gatwick approaching the Greek island of Crete from the north following the coastline to the left before landing at Heraklion Nikos Kazantzakis airport. Sat at the left hand front window seat was 16 year old Dylan Masters, a long blond haired student at London's University college school, Hampstead wearing round framed spectacles resembling those worn by Harry Potter with his charming white tooth braced smile on his first ever visit to the island and sat beside him was 35 year old Professor Anita Bowers, an unmarried shapely long blond haired career woman with hair reaching down past her bottom who's a regular visitor to the island. They spoke freely during the flight about a number of topics although he was plying her for as much information about the island. She learned that he lived at Highgate and regularly swam at both the mixed pond and gent's pond at Hampstead ponds. What he wasn't aware of was that her gaydar could reliably pick out a teen from a football pitch distance away and having Dylan sat next to her was assaulting her gayday with alarm bells in her head whilst her leaking pussy juices was soaking her Molly Philbin nylon tricot bikini panties whilst her hardened wine bottle cork sized nipples stood erect tenting out her blouse like small erect cocks as Dylan, along with other passengers who were sat near her were definitely smelling her pussy scents as did any stewardess or cabin staff who just happened to walk past. It was the aroma of her pussy scents that triggered his nine inches of rock hard fat teenage schoolboy cock to its full hardness with his foreskin retracting and leaking gobs of pre-cum into his ice blue Molly Filbin nylon tricot bikini panties tenting out his sheer white linen summer trousers forming a huge wet spot on both garments and if that wasn't enough his pert small A cup girly breasts topped by large puffy breast buds with thimble sized nipples were seriously tenting out his cheaply made sheer white short sleeve school shirt worn with a Hogwarts school tie with his white sheer Players skin tight nylon tricot vest he wore underneath with his skin colour and upper torso totally visible through his shirt which certainly caught Anita's eye fuelling her lust as she thought about suggesting to him about wearing a bra whilst scheming to seduce him. Shortly before departing the aircraft they exchanged contact details which pleased Anita knowing this boy lived close to her Bishops Avenue house at Hampstead. It was at the baggage reclaim when Dylan became distraught having discovered his luggage was lost uttering loudly. "Everything of mine's inside that rucksack, my money, bank card, clothes and my whole life's in there. I can't even pay the rent room at Malia. All I have is my bum-bag containing my wallet with my passport, airline ticket, moped licence, ehic card, a few euros and the clothes I'm wearing." "Look lad, we can sort this, I'll stick with you like glue, check out through the airport and take you to the airline desk to report your loss and put in a lost luggage claim." "Thanks miss; I don't know what I would have done without you." Having reported his lost luggage and filed his claim, she asked. "Where are you going to stay now?" "That's a bummer, I've got nowhere now and if I sleep rough my nice clothes will soon end up looking like rags." "I tell you what, why don't you stay with me. I'm staying at a lovely beachside house at Istron which is the same distance again from Malia, there's everything you could want there which I'm sure would make your stay a good one," when fifteen year old Elina, a slightly built dark haired flat chested girl entered the arrivals hall holding a set of keys greeting her with. "Kyria Professor Bowers, welcome to Crete, so nice to see you again and who's this?" "This is Dylan Masters; he lives close to me and attends the local school." She held out her hand saying. "Kyrio Masters, welcome to Crete, I trust you will enjoy your stay." . . . "Thank you." She led them to a 20 year old battered green Nissan Primera, opened the boot for Anita's luggage when she uttered loudly. "Elina, why are you driving this car? You're too young and you don't even have a licence." "My Matera's drank too much raki and she's fast asleep, I can't even wake her." "And you took her car and drove here, don't you know you could have been arrested or had an accident, surely you've seen all those little shrines by the side of the road where people have died," "Ah yes, this is Greece." "Very well, drive on young lady." Elina drove the car like a madman at over 100 mph (160kph on its speedo) scaring the hell out of Dylan even though she was cool and collected with lightning fast reflexes with a lighted Karelia cigarette in her mouth with the packet bulging out her blouse pocket when she reached for the packet taking one out, lit it and passed it to Dylan who said. "I don't smoke." Anita said. "You must accept this otherwise you will offend her." He took the cigarette taking a drag and coughed violently holding the cigarette long before he took a second drag when Elina said. "I see you're not used to cigarettes, never mind, we'll soon have you used to them as she passed him a hip flask of raki, he took a swig of the clear fiery spirit immediately giving him a fiery breath and warming up his insides passing the hip flask back and coughing out. "Thank you." They came off the main road driving into Agios Nikolaos before turning into a side street stopping outside the workshops of Team Suzuki Orphanakis. She entered calling out. `Manolis," who came out wheeling her battered ancient Honda cub minus it's rear mudguard long since gone with its mountings rusted away behind the rear suspension units and missing leg-shields, chain guards and indicators with a tiny rear tail light and number plate mounted onto a steel bracket sporting a 125cc Chinese Lifan engine with a large carburettur sticking out to the right with a K & N air filter and a power-pipe. She paid him 20 Euros for a Helisert spark plug repair, checked the fuel and oil, started the machine and rode away with Anita following in the car. The road to Istron followed part of the coast after passing a small church to the right and driving through a built up area lined with eucalyptus trees whilst the raucous noise from the little Honda's power-pipe assaulted their eardrums as well as hitting speeds around 70 mph on the straights with Dylan questioning as to how such a machine would even be allowed on the road with an underage schoolgirl riding it when she gave a hand signal before leaving the road and followed her down a narrow road finally arriving at a two storey block shaped house with its third top storey unfinished amongst a vegetable garden with orange trees when Elina took them to their room after Anita hefted her luggage out and closed the boot. The double bed was unmade as they already knew Anita always slept with nylon tricot bed sheets with her bed partners which she brought out with her with more stowed away folded in a large cabinet having brought these out on her previous visits when Dylan realized he would be sharing a double bed with a woman old enough to be his mother with nothing but his sex fluid stained Molly Philbin nylon tricot panties he was still wearing under his sheer white summer trousers showing clearly the colour and outline of those panties through the material when stripped and hand washed them, wrung them out and put them back on wet at the first opportunity just to savour his love of wearing wet swim briefs under his trousers, a trait he's continued since he was in primary school. It is thanks to her comprehensive underwear drawer here that she was able to change Dylan out of his clothes putting on a new pair of black nylon Speedo swim briefs which he immediately hand washed and wrung them before putting them back on wet. They were one of several pairs she bought on impulse from a sports shop before it closed with a pair of Speedo black tie cord split leg running/swim shorts with a red skin tight fitting Players nylon tricot vest, nylon Lycra 40 denier knee high stockings and training shoes. Dylan only wore the Speedos and a pair of flip flops whilst Anita only wore her black G-string bikini swimsuit and flip flops then led him a short distance to the sandy beach which dropped gradually down into the depths before the depth became chest high after 200 yards to swim in a flat calm sea despite the water feeling fresh having started gradually warming up from the winter even though the sunny weather felt like midsummer in the UK. He certainly noticed the numbers of used condoms floating near to and deposited along the shore line amongst the drift detritus realizing immediately that this beach becomes a dogging site during the night. They soon became accustomed to the fresh seawater caress on their skin equaling the Hampstead ponds where they both regularly swam during the summer. The Hampstead ponds are Anita's hunting ground for teenage schoolboys having hit the jackpot the day she seduced Dylan at the mixed bathing pond when she saw he was packing a monster cock inside his red Speedo endurance swim briefs which even at seven inches soft, she watched him sexily walking along the diving platform thinking he was sporting an erection despite having the appearance of a topless girl, albeit with a huge package. She wasn't wrong about him as every time he thrusts his monster cock into her pussy, he not only gives her the most amazing feelings of fullness, she also experiences highly intensely powerful shattering squirting orgasms whilst he's shooting unbelievably large loads of spunk inside her in long well spaced out gushes. She taught him every trick there is to know about performing in bed and passionate lovemaking and when she put him onto puberty boosters, his assets developed like a flower coming into bloom growing his hair right out reaching down past his bottom, developing feminine breasts and a huge monster of a cock with big baby-maker balls. His rapidly developing changes to his body started him on having sex during sleepovers with teenage boys, girls and with men late at night both at Highgate cemetery and the gent's pond at Hampstead. Now his rear pussy hole has also developed insatiable cravings for large cocks as well as having the sex drive of an insatiable satyr maniac which it seems he has also passed his sex cravings onto Anita's pussy. Dylan thought he was spending his week at Malia partying with teens and having sex with as many as he could but he hadn't reckoned on Anita bribing a baggage handler to hide his luggage for a day or so. They swam peacefully on breast stroke across the bay of Mirabello in a direct line towards the boat ramp about half a mile away beside the little whitewashed beachside church of Saint Panteleimon; from there they walked barefoot arm in arm like a pair of lovers back along the beach taking their quick cold showers together before continuing back along the almost deserted beach. They returned after dark to skinny-dip in the sea thankful that Anita had introduced him to this pastime as they both love the total freedom of swimming naked in the water and she has already booked them both into a naturist resort for the following spring bank holiday weekend. If the sight of Elina riding her beat up Honda cub around the village wasn't enough to draw out the cops and the noise pollution police and yet there were loads of kids riding these things around everywhere but what took the biscuit was when Dylan gasped at the sight of Elina driving her tiny yellow Piaggio Ape three wheeled tuk tuk van powered by a two stroke engine which had to be at least 60 years old which was sign-written with the Trotter's Independent Trading Company, understandably he couldn't stop laughing at the sight of this vehicle thinking it was such a gem that he took photos of it to send to his mates back home whereas Anita had already seen this vehicle during previous visits and thought it would be a good crack to have it re-sprayed in the iconic colour scheme of the Trotters company's iconic 1967 Reliant regal three wheeled van. Anita drove away in the tuk tuk to the church at Kalo Chorio village to meet the priest and hand him her CD of `The Big Ben Millennium chimes. Sited on top of the church's domed roof was the clock, its four faces pointing to each of the four main compass points topped by a bronze bell which strikes the hour with also a single bell for each quarter hour and just after 11.45 pm Father Riginis would disable the clock's striking mechanism for the night on Easter Saturday night. After handing him the CD, Anita walked up the hill and knocked on the door of Kostas Mandouraris where she was beckoned in by his daughter Maria. Kostas was the Papou of the family and despite being in his eighties he still drove his flat bed tuk tuk daily with his wife to feed their livestock and tend their various fields around the district. The upper floor of his house overlooked the church from 300 feet away which was ideal for the package she delivered contained a small ornamental brass miniature field cannon and Papou Mandouraris knew how to both load and fire it as well as being equipped to do so. She drove across the village with her second package for Mikaelis, a 16 year old dark haired youth who was also in on the approaching Mephisto celebrations with his father Andreas who had already constructed the wire hoop with cannon fuse glued onto it with a ring of Mephisto firecrackers to be carried aloft by the large five metre diameter sky lantern hot air balloon fuelled by hexamine tablets which she brought out with her and all this was kept secret from Dylan who Anita would have to persuade him to attend Easter Saturday Christos Anesti midnight mass, especially as Dylan doesn't regularly attend church. No sooner had they both slipped in between the silky nylon sheets which sensually caressed their skin they were passionately kissing, caressing and fondling each other whilst his rock hard throbbing leaking cock was buried up to the hilt in Anita's profusely leaking snatch pouring out his pre-cum love juices when she passed him the poppers with him taking a huge hit before she straddled and rode him hell for leather with her breasts bouncing and jiggling to her motions taking her to a truly shattering squirting orgasm whilst her screams were heard throughout the house and seconds later Elina entered the room totally naked taking a huge hit of poppers before straddling Dylan with his huge monster cock buried inside her tight pussy. Elina's breasts looked enormous on her slender frame which unlike Anita's it was fair to say they wobbled a lot despite being guessed at around a C cup. It was the sheer size of Dylan's huge monster in her wildly clenching snatch that brought on Dylan's second load gushing inside her after having three shattering squirting orgasms rack through her in quick succession leaving her whacked right out in the afterglow of sex and falling asleep. Now it was three in a bed with Dylan between two sex starved nymphomaniac females He spent the following day riding Elina's Honda cub exploring the villages of Istron, Kalo Chorio and Pirgos where the cafenion's proprietor invited him for a cup of Greek coffee served with iced water whilst he sat outside looking towards the village and the road leading to the main road with brush vegetation on both sides when the proprietor asked. "Are you here for the Easter celebrations?" I am as it happens and if it wasn't for a kind lady, I don't know what I would have done having lost my luggage." "Ah, Kyria Bowers, the English professor, you are in very good hands my son, just keep your head down tomorrow night." "Why tomorrow night? What are you warning me about? Am I in danger?" "Tomorrow night is Mephisto; it's just fireworks but not like what you've already seen." Dylan was invited to the family dinner with Anita and Father Riginis who was the head priest in the district which was a happy occasion with all the conversations in Greek leaving him feeling left out despite Father Riginis asking. "How do you like Crete?" "I think it's a wonderful island, so full of history, good food and I would like to come again." "So Dylan, tell me what it is you do?" "I'm a British schoolboy attending London's famous University College School in year 10, I do a lot of sports, swim a lot and I am a qualified lifesaver having taken my Bronze Medallion with the school." Anita said. "Dylan's an excellent swimmer who's rescued two boys from Hampstead ponds last year; he's been mentioned in the local press and TV and received a commendation." Father Riginis looked at him with a smile through his beard saying. Dylan, it is a very good thing which you do having saved the lives of two boys and watched over others. Your name comes from the Welsh language meaning a son of the sea so tomorrow morning you will dive into the sea at the church of Saint Panteleimon for the cross. This is your confirmation before god that you are competent to watch over the sea." Dylan became gob-smacked at what is being asked of him, after all a child could do it but it was more than that, it was a religious ceremony confirming his place in the world to become a sentinel of the water, someone who people look up to who will proudly wear a cross on his chest suspended by a neck chain. Later that evening he swam naked in the sea with Elina on a bright moonlit flat calm sea on the final night before the full moon having swam out almost to the middle of the bay and yet even here the fragrance of the land in bloom with scents of wild flowers when she embraced him kissing him whilst upright in the water as his powerful arms swept gently through the water keeping them both afloat when she spread her legs and Dylan's already huge rock hard cock with its foreskin already retracted pushed right inside her pussy and stayed there whilst her powerful vaginal muscles went to work on his cock. This was his first ever time having sex in deep water with a girl which he believed to be impossible begging the question of who was keeping who afloat. Was it Elina who was more buoyant or was it Dylan who was less buoyant and yet he could tread water for hours or was it the sea itself which gave the human body more buoyancy in the salty water, this was not a night to find the answer to this age old question as theirs was for the moment whilst both their orgasms were building to a shattering crescendo aided by her pussy contracting on his cock when the floodgates opened when spunk erupted out of his cock in several long hot streaming well spaced out gushes deep inside her pussy when she too had a crashing squirting orgasm finishing by him finally pulling out then floating on their backs together in their afterglows enjoying the sea's gentle caress whilst it washed both their genitals clean. From there they swam to the beach by the car park to a shower unit by a wall. Elina said. "We must huddle together as we may only have seconds for a warm shower as the sun warms the sand which in turn heats the water." They huddled together beside the shower when Elina turned on the water which felt icy cold to the touch followed seconds later by warm water flowing out of the shower head as they quickly shifted under the spray. Dylan turned the shower down to just a trickle, a trick he learned from camp site showers whereby the water flowed hotter if the flow was turned down, a trickle of water barely came out of the shower head giving them a warm shower lasting about two minutes instead of lasting only seconds followed by slowly walking home naked along the beach arm in arm like lovers illuminated in the moonlight whilst their skin dried to finally hose the sand from their feet and quietly creep into their rooms and drying their hair before he slid naked between the nylon tricot sheets into Anita's embrace sliding his already huge erect cock into her waiting sopping wet pussy and left it there as he fell asleep. The alarm sounded bringing them out of their peaceful slumber and away from their sex fluid stained sheets taking a quick shower to wash their fluids away which added to their reeking body scents. Dylan threw on his red Speedos, tee shirt, shorts and flip flops meeting Father Riginis in the lounge with Anita and Giannis, a fourteen year old blond haired altar boy who took Dylan's hand saying. Kalimera, before speaking the rest of their conversations in English. Both the priest and the boy wore their robes but what Dylan didn't know was that Giannis only wore his Speedo nylon Lycra aqua-shorts booty shorts shaped swimming trunks in the event of Dylan failing to retrieve the cross which would only take him seconds to strip off and kick off his shoes. They arrived at the beachside church when Dylan stripped down to his Speedos noting that his teenage form especially with his huge bulge more than caught the priest's eye with Dylan wanting to get under the altar boy's cassock. Dylan stood proudly to attention beside the landing stage looking out to sea as the priest read a passage from the bible, anointed his forehead, his closed eyes, ears, mouth and his chest over his beating heart then with a powerful throw he threw the solid polished brass cross flying flat then skipping twice on the water before sinking as Dylan sucked in his breath, took his bearings and dived into the sea. He was about to retrieve the cross from the bottom when Giannis snatched it away from his grasp having dived in after him and beat him to it. He then dropped the cross and pointed to Dylan to retrieve it. This was not part of the plan as Giannis was the most mischievous boy from that church who was out for some water antics and when they surfaced with Dylan holding up the cross, it became a free for all with Giannis trying to snatch it away whilst they were ducking each other to both Anita's and the priests merriment when Dylan cupped his balls though his swimming trunks followed by a smile from the boy before he swam back exiting the water first followed by Dylan who handed the cross back to the priest to receive his blessing as he placed a small cross mounted on a chain round his neck. As the priest drove them back to the house, Giannis whispered into Dylan's ear saying. "I know what it is you want," as he rested hand on Dylan's package. The priest dropped them off leaving Giannis with Dylan wearing only his vest, shorts and trainers with his swimming trunks underneath his shorts knowing Dylan also had his Speedos on underneath as well After breakfast Giannis led him towards the beach following him amongst the clumps of bamboo which grew here when he led him to a tiny clearing amongst several clumps of bamboo, dropped his shorts and trunks stroking his cock to its full six inch hardness when Dylan began sucking on it like a lollipop making him shooting off his load in seconds swallowing his load and now it was Dylan's turn having borrowed Anita's lube and poppers. He lubed up the boy's rear pussy hole and his cock then got him to take a huge hit of poppers followed by his own hit and slowly pushed his nine inch hugely fat leaking throbbing pole fully home into the boy's rear pussy hole and began slowly thrusting into him whilst holding his hips. Surprisingly Giannis shot another load of teen boy spunk without even touching his cock with his clenching rear pussy hole triggering his own orgasm sending long well spaced out gushes of hot spunk flooding deep inside his bowels eliciting yelps of pleasure from the boy with sweet nothings in Greek. After Dylan pulled out, he ate out the boy's rear pussy hole and gave him a very sensuous spunk laden tongue kiss which he swallowed and quickly left with Dylan's spunk still running out of his gaping rear hole soaking his swimming trunks. The rest of the day passed uneventfully apart from Dylan accompanying Anita shopping at the supermarket in Agios Nikolaos thankful that she drove the Nissan instead of the Piaggio tuk tuk. After shopping he rode the little Honda cub which really surprised him just how quick this little bike really was as its Chinese 125cc Lifan pit bike engine totally transformed it into the proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing capable of easily breaking the UK motorway speed limit of 70 mph anytime and hitting the 80's figure whilst crouched flat. Dylan really got to like this little bike knowing all he could ride back in the UK was a 50cc restricted rev and go scooter and here on the Greek island of Crete he was having experiences he thought he would never have when he popped into one of the many shops on either side of the main road which runs through Istron and bought, postcards, stamps, a bar of chocolate and a two litre bottle of Coke. He sat in the lounge writing and answering emails telling his friends about his exploits and the great times he was having and despite running out of money, Anita gave him some more enabling him to refuel the Honda with the rest for chocolate and sweets. It was after a late evening meal that Anita asked him to smartly dress for church replying he didn't want to go. She gave him the third degree demanding. "For god's sake Dylan, show these people some respect! They have allowed you into their home, fed you, allowed you out and you go and pull this stunt on them, hurry up and get dressed now." Dylan was now smartly dressed wearing the sheer white clothes he last wore on the aircraft but this time Anita punished him by making him wear a pair of black stockings held up with a black six strap suspender belt under his white linen summer trousers with a red pair of Molly Filbin nylon tricot bikini panties whilst under his cheaply made sheer white shirt sleeve school shirt, she made him wear a red see through underwired bra giving his breasts an obscene uplift as well as showing everything in their entirety under his shirt and trousers in the floodlights shining onto and all round the church. Dylan hated every moment being here although his consolation was the lovely sensations on his skin wherever he walked with the material of his shirt exciting his nipples poking out the sheer nylon of the bra. Giannis met him by the front door of the church passing him a packet of Papastratos cigarettes, Dylan immediately took one out and lit it quickly sensing his rock hard cock was about to explode into his panties. The wearing of female lingerie was intended as a punishment and now became his calling with his new sensual experiences resulting from the nylon lingerie keeping his cock fully hard and on a hair trigger when he walked away from the church towards the school into a huge open shed opposite the school containing desks, basketball nets and other sports equipment, undone his flies pulling out his huge throbbing leaking cock in a dark corner and stroked it off firing huge ropes of spunk several feet across the floor finally squeezing out and mopping any remaining spunk from his cock before stuffing it back inside his panties. He lit up another cigarette taking huge inhalations bringing on his head rush and certainly calming his cock as he joined the crowds at the church with the service well underway and being broadcast through their public address outside when everyone heard the single bell strike of 11.45 pm with the entire congregation expecting the church clock to strike midnight. With Anita and Elina close by him, he put all thoughts of slinking away to the back of his mind whilst the service continued as the minutes ticked towards midnight. He saw two large sky lanterns drifting above the village guessing them to be about 150 feet up climbing slowly on a course overflying the church's southern boundary towards the school when during the approaching seconds to midnight came the unmistakable chimes of Big Ben striking twelve. The furthest sky lantern exploded in the sky with a loud bang. A shot rang out from Kostas house overlooking the church as the lead ball from the miniature brass cannon struck the church's bell sounding a single ring which was quickly followed by children throwing lighted Mephisto bangers at the church with the second sky lantern hot air balloon dropping lighted Mephisto bangers like sticks of bombs onto the street beside the church as well as the nearby houses followed by the school and the Mephisto bangers kept coming like snow with Dylan having to constantly keep jumping clear of them owing to a lot of children having singled him out as a target. From nearby houses rockets ascended towards the heavens whilst others were seen to strike the dome and loud booms echoed through the village from the mortars exploding overhead, meanwhile Dylan's surprise turned to exhilaration at the totally disorganized fireworks display playing out all around when Anita asked. "What do you think?" "I'm definitely coming here next year; this is so amazing, thank you for giving me the experience of a lifetime." After this night, Dylan's stay lost the appeal as life on the island became quieter with the events of that night being indelibly printed into his memory. The following day they ate the charcoal spit roasted sheep on the Easter Sunday afternoon and it was as though the island's inhabitants had all returned to work after the holiday. He spent the remainder of the week exploring, swimming, taking a sailing cruise, mountain biking, learning to drive the tuk tuk. All too soon they arrived at Heraklion airport for their return flight to the UK and Dylan did successfully reclaim his luggage. He wished he could stay so his adventures would continue and he could learn their language but school awaited him as were all his friends with the cold nights, April showers and his impending stay with Anita at the nudist resort to look forward to and a burning desire to return to the Greek island of Crete. The End.
