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I can not stop staring. She’s lying on her front, straddling a lilo, drifting lazily in the pool just a few feet in front of me. Her head’s turned to one side, her closed eyes semi-obscured by rose-tinted, gold-framed sunglasses. She has plump lips, rounded, faintly freckled cheeks, and a round, slightly upturned nose. Her chubby limbs drift carefree in the water.

Her rear end, an huge mound of suntanned flesh, is angled almost directly towards me. A portion of her pink bikini bottom peeks out from between her splayed legs, before disappearing deep between her gigantic, heavy buttocks. The dazzling Mediterranean sun glimmers off the dancing wavelets around her, and gleams off the vast, wet curve of her arse.

I must be sitting there open-mouthed, maybe even panting a little – but I can not help it. I can not stop marvelling at her enormous, beautiful backside. Sitting here on the submerged set of steps leading down into the pool, I feel a sudden urge to stand up, dive forward and…

I shake my head and swallow heavily, fighting back the impulse. I try to tear my gaze away, but I can not. Haven’t I embarrassed myself enough already this morning, just by staring?

I got here yesterday evening, late. The Golden Palace Hotel and Beach Resort, on the south coast of Turkey. All-inclusive, five-star luxury, at… well, relatively cheap prices. At least, prices that don’t make your eyes pop out. I’d never usually stay somewhere like this alone, but my girlfriend of eight months decided to dump me just a few days before the trip. The break-up was brutal. She basically told me I was a loser, and she was ditching me for someone better. I’d already paid for the holiday, though, and it was too late to cancel, so… here I am.

The embarrassing incident occurred as I was passing through the lobby this morning. I’d been back upstairs after breakfast, and I was on my way out here to the pool. As I entered the lobby, I stopped dead in my tracks. Standing in front of me, with their backs to me, were two women.

Now, I love curvy women. My ex-girlfriend had curves too, but… nothing like this. The woman on the left, standing slightly nearer to me than the other, had one of the biggest arses I’ve ever seen – but smooth and round as well, the buttocks solid and heavy-looking. It’s the same arse I’m staring at right now.

She had gigantic, thick thighs, and – I could see even from this angle – a fat, wide belly.

In the lobby she’d been wearing the same pink bikini, underneath a semi-transparent dress so light and skimpy it was all but insubstantial. The pink-toned, translucent material was sparsely shot through with an opaque flower design, in pinks and blues. The skirt of the dress reached barely more than halfway down her enormous rump. She had a mane of reddish, chestnut curls which flowed down past her shoulders.

The woman standing to her right, and slightly in front of her, was equally breathtaking. She was slightly taller than her friend – who, I judged, was about the same height as me. I mean, that would be without the platform sandals they were both wearing – with them, they both looked taller.

This other woman had straight, blonde, shoulder-length hair. She was also very heavy, though slightly slimmer than her friend. She too had a fat, wide, voluptuous arse, just slightly smaller than the brunette’s. Her belly looked smaller, from what I could see, while her tits looked truly huge. I silently begged her to turn around so I could get a better look.

The blonde was clothed almost identically to the brunette, except that her thong bikini was black rather than pink, and her near-transparent, barely-existent dress was violet-tinged, with red and purple flowers.

Each woman had a pair of gold-framed sunglasses perched on her head. I noticed they both had a deep, natural-looking tan over their entire bodies. It looked as though they’d already been here for some time.

They were talking to someone in front of them, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

At length, a short, slightly built man emerged into view. I saw him trudge off toward the main entrance, wheeling a suitcase. But my attention quickly returned to those two huge arses in front of me.

Now the blonde was saying something to the other, who started giggling loudly. Then the blonde turned towards me. She had green eyes, full lips, a long, straight nose, and only slightly rounded cheeks. Her forehead was covered by a fringe. I tried to pretend I was staring past the pair, across the lobby… but she seemed not to notice me anyway.

My pretense of not staring lasted barely half a second, before my gaze inevitably fell to her chest. Her breasts were even more spectacular than I’d wondered. They were gigantic and heavy, but also plump and firm. The bikini top stretched across them seemed barely adequate to contain them, and the translucent dress, which in any case was halfway unbuttoned at the front, did nothing at all to conceal them.

I could hear the blood pounding in my ears.

Then the blonde wrapped her arms around the other woman, her enormous tits pressed hard against her body, and kissed her passionately on the mouth. The brunette eagerly reciprocated.

My mouth was already hanging wide open, but now my eyes practically bulged out of my head.

It took me at least a couple of seconds to realise that the blonde had opened her eyes again, and was staring past the side of her make-out partner’s head – straight at me. As we locked eyes, she broke off from the kiss to focus her full attention on me. Her eyes narrowed, and I trembled with rising panic. She looked down, and I realised, to my horror, that I had a full erection tenting the front of my swimming shorts.

I turned red, squealed, and scurried off towards the staircase leading down to the pool area.

“Fuuuck me – you are such a little perve!”

I jump, and my head swivels to the right. Standing there in the water, regarding me with contempt, is the blonde woman from the lobby. Like the woman on the lilo, she’s now clad only in her bikini. Her head, still crowned with the gold-framed sunglasses, is about level with mine.

I begin to jump up, then I realise that I’m fully erect, yet again – a fact which, until that moment, had remained largely obscured by the waterline. I quickly sit down again, and again my face is red.

Don’t look at her tits, don’t look at her tits, don’t look at her tits, don’t…

“I- I- I’m really sorry!” I stammer pathetically. “I just, I couldn’t help- I mean, I wasn’t, uh… I just… I’m sorry.”

I hang my head, and wither through several seconds of mortifying silence.

Then, to my surprise, I hear a bright peal of laughter ring from her throat. I raise my head cautiously.

The blonde woman is shaking her head, one eyebrow slightly cocked, and smirking with amused pity.

“Aw, you just can’t help yourself, can you?” she jeers, in a coarse, throaty Manchester accent. “Course you can’t,” she sniggers, “her arse is fucking gorgeous! In fact… why don’t you take a closer look? Kels? Come over ‘ere, luv.”

Huh? Did I just hear her right? In front of me, the brunette slides off the lilo, her fat arse causing a big splash as it enters the water.

She turns around. I see that her tits aren’t exactly small either, though they don’t protrude as far as her big, wide belly.

She ascends the first couple of steps and stands right in front of me. Her belly, dripping wet, is two inches from my face. If I were to lean forward, I could kiss it.

“Yeah, Jade?” She, too, has a thick Manchester accent, though she’s much softer-spoken than her companion.

“Just turn around for us, Kels,” requests the blonde sweetly.

Silently, the woman in front of me does as she’s asked. She turns slowly, so that her enormous rear end is directly in my face. There’s still water dripping from it, and it’s so close that my nose is practically shoved in her crack.

Above me, she arches her back and uses both hands to throw back her mane of curls, showering me with water. I don’t even blink.

I’m definitely panting now. My whole body is rigid, rocking back and forward very slightly with each shallow breath.

“Mmm,” intones Jade softly next to me, “so beautiful… Y’know, you can touch it if you like…”

I whimper. I can feel myself drooling a little. Without a conscious wondered, I raise my trembling hands…

Jade smacks my shoulder hard with her open palm. “I didn’t mean just grope her, idiot!”

My hands shoot back down into the water as I turn to look at her, wide-eyed with shame and confusion. I try to apologise, but I’m too choked up to get out a single word.

Jade shakes her head pityingly, then lowers her sunglasses to her eyes. “You’ve got to be the dumbest little perve I’ve ever met,” she sighs, while ascending the steps to my right. “Come on, perve,” she continues, as she casually steps past me, “you can help us with our suncream.”

The other woman – whose full given name I assume is ‘Kelly’ – steps around me to my left. It takes me a moment to process what I just heard, and they’re both behind me before it clicks.

I scramble round, pushing myself up with my hands. I’m transfixed by both of their gigantic, fat arses, big buttocks sliding wetly against each other – up and down, up and down – as they walk. I notice they’re holding hands. I follow close behind, slightly hunched in a futile attempt to hide my hide my raging hard-on.

We walk no more than ten metres, across the large, paved poolside area, to their sunbeds. They each grab a towel and begin patting off excess water, much of which has already evaporated in the hot sun. I just stand there, still staring.

They each sit down on the end of a sunbed, facing me.

“Right then, perve,” says Jade, holding up a bottle of suncream, “who’s it going to be first?”

“Um… er…” I gulp, and look back and forth between them. They’re both so beautiful, I… but it doesn’t matter, does it? Just make a decision. Just make a decision. Just…

Jade laughs loudly. Kelly sniggers as well. “Awww,” croons Jade, “can’t decide? Can’t even make a decision? That’s adorable. You’re so dumb and helpless – like a little puppy.”

At that, Kelly erupts into a fit of giggles, which sets her breasts and belly jiggling. I feel myself going red again.

Jade pouts and tilts her head to the side. “Aww,” she repeats. She beckons me with a finger and says, “C’mere, puppy. You can do me first.”

Relieved to have the decision for me, I rush over to her. She thrusts the suncream at me. She’s sitting with her legs aside. She leans back, resting on both her palms. She tilts her head back, and closes her eyes.

I’m entranced by the bronzed expanse of her glorious rack. Her big, plump, juicy tits, the skimpy bikini which seems barely to cover more than her nipples… I’m standing rigid, just staring – I can not help it…

“I… uh… all over?” I eventually manage to choke out.

She snorts derisively. “Of course all over,” she scoffs, “and what you waiting for?”

I squirt a dollop of cream onto my palm, and I start, nervously, to apply it to her shoulders.

Receiving no indication that this was all some elaborate prank, I move on, nervously, to her – oh, fuck – her chest.

I gulp as my palms make wet, slippery contact with the soft, smooth skin of her breasts. I rub slowly, round and round, working in generous amounts of cream. Her breasts are so big, they need more. When I squirt more cream into my hand, I don’t even look at what I’m doing. I can not look away from her tits. I’m just staring and rubbing and staring and rubbing…

“That’s enough!”

I blink, and look dopily at my hands. I notice that they’re still rubbing Jade’s tits. I must have zoned out, because I’ve no idea how long I’ve been doing it – though I’m sure it was quite a bit longer than necessary.

“S- sorry,” I mutter thickly. Kneeling down between her legs, I hastily move on to her belly.

Above me, Jade shakes her head. “Dumb, little, pervy puppy,” she chuckles.

I work my way down over the rest of her front. I glance at what I’m doing when I need to, but otherwise I remain transfixed by her tits.

Even seeing her body this close would have sent me into an ecstasy of arousal, let alone rubbing lotion into it. Nothing exists except Jade’s beautiful tits, belly and thighs, the feel of them under my slick palms, and the sound of my own heavy breathing and the blood pounding in my ears.

Then she lies down on her front, and I begin on her back. When I get down to her arse, I force myself not to overdo it again. Somehow I manage it – it helps that I’m no less willing to touch her thighs. As I drag my hands away from her gorgeous, bronzed buttocks, though, I can not help but let out a small whimper. Once again she snorts with derision, and I feel even more humiliated than before. But, of course, I can not stop.

Now it’s Kelly’s turn. I turn to her, and see her sunglasses are now perched on her head. She has gorgeous brown eyes, doleful, warm, and gentle. She smiles at me, and my heart flips like a pancake.

I do the front of her shoulders, then her breasts, and again I force myself not to overdo it. Then I kneel to do her belly, and I look up into her eyes. She’s still smiling at me, and I smile back, stupidly, as the world just melts away. I love the feeling of her warm soft belly under my hands, and I love the way she’s looking at me.

I’m doing her thighs now, and I’m still transfixed by her gaze. I could look into her eyes forever.

She turns round to lie down on her front, and once more I get a face-full of her glorious hindquarters. I’m so turned on I can barely breathe.

I hurriedly do her back, willing to move further down.

When I reach her arse, I take my time. I slather the whole vast expanse in suncream, then proceed to rub it in with deep, long, firm strokes. I knead the firm, heavy flesh as I move my hands – I’m shamelessly groping her arse, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I kneel up on the end of the sunbed, between her legs, to be as close to her as efficient. When she lets out a little sigh of contentment, I almost explode in my shorts.

I let myself zone out again, and this time no one stops me. After a great deal of rubbing, stroking, lifting, kneading, and pawing – a long time, I admit, after any remaining cream was thoroughly rubbed in – I gradually resurface.

I realise with a begin that Jade is standing over me, staring down her nose at me. I squeak a garbled apology, and hurriedly finish off her girlfriend’s legs, trembling with both shame and arousal.

The blonde woman points to her empty sunbed. “Sit,” she says. I clamber over and sit down. She raises her sunglasses again, I look up – and once again I’m mesmerised by her stunning rack.

She snaps her fingers at me. “Eyes up here!” she commands. Fuck, fuck – I swear that’s where I meant to look.

I meet her steely gaze, and it feels like I’m being dismantled piece by piece. Slowly and clearly, she says, “We’re going down to the sea for a bit. You’re gonna stay here and watch our stuff. Stay put, don’t move – got it?”

I gulp and nod. She leans down, and smiles at me – and though it’s a cruel, mocking smile, my heart turns over again. She pats my cheek, and says, “Good boy.”

She stands back up, and waits for Kelly to stand up as well. Then they both walk round past the heads of the sunbeds, and carry on in the direction of the beach. I swivel round and fixate on their arses as they walk away, until they’re completely out of sight.

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2.

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I sit there for over an hour before they return.

Several times I wondered about getting up and walking away, or at least jumping in the pool. Twice I actually stood up, but then I wondered about Jade’s stern and gorgeous face, her breathtaking bosom, Kelly’s alluring eyes, her delectable arse… and I sat back down again.

When they finally return, I want to say something. I want to tell Jade, particularly, that she can not leave me just sitting here like this! But as soon as I see them, the words go right out of my head, and I fall back into just staring, and breathing heavily.

They don the feather-light dresses they’d been wearing in the lobby, and Jade informs me that it’s time for lunch. So I meekly follow them across one of several bridges that straddle the numerous branches of the large pool. On the other side, I quickly grab my t-shirt and flip-flops from where I’d left them earlier.

In the dining room, they sit down next to each other at a table. I walk round, intending to sit down opposite. Then I freeze. I’m once again transfixed by Jade’s breasts. They’re pressed against the edge of the table in a way that pushes them up and together, so they rise like bread in an oven from the halfway buttoned dress.

I’m already grasping the back of a chair but, rather than pull it out and sit down, I just grip it harder, until my knuckles turn white.

The two women look up at me. “Since you’re up,” advances Jade slyly, “why don’t you go get us some food?”

Still transfixed by her cleavage, I mutter, “Uh… uh… okay.”

Jade then reels off an extensive list of what they both want. She’s looking at Kelly, rather than at me, to garner her approval, which is conveyed through a series of enthusiastic nods. Jade seems to have a very clear idea of what options are likely to be on offer.

Struggling to remember everything she said, I tear my gaze away from her tits and head for the buffet.

Nearly everything there looks delicious, but it’s a struggle to discover all the stuff that Jade mentioned. Pizza, potato wedges, savoury pastries, fried chicken, grilled veg, potato salad… Presently, though, I return with two large, heavily-laden plates. As I’m setting them down, the blonde woman says, curtly, “And two white wines.”

I frown at her presumptuous tone. I hesitate, but then, still tongue-tied, I head off to the bar anyway.

Oh, I think, as I return – should have got something for myself. I’m about to go back, but then I notice how the two fat women are hungrily digging in to their enormous plates of food. I like a woman with a big appetite, but it’s not something I tend to focus on that much. Somehow, though, with these two, I discover the spectacle inordinately arousing. Instead of going back to the bar, I quietly sit down and watch them eat.

Kelly, in particular, gorges herself with delighted, almost lustful abandon. She eats a lot of stuff with her fingers, which she then closes her eyes and sucks on. While she eats, she makes these quiet moaning noises. I discover myself staring at her more and more.

They send me back to the buffet for seconds, then back to the bar for another round, then back to the buffet again for desserts. Though Jade demands just as rudely each time, I don’t even think about protesting. In fact, I barely even notice.

Finally, Jade proclaims herself “stuffed”, to which Kelly lets out a grunting sigh of agreement. Jade, looking sidelong at me, leans over and whispers something to Kelly. Kelly grins and nods.

Jade now turns to me, her expression warmer and softer than it’s been previously, and says, “We usually go up to the room for a bit after lunch… wanna join us?”

My eyes all but pop out of my head. I’m too excited to speak, so I just nod furiously.

Before I can even process what’s happening, we’re upstairs in their room.

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3.

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Their room, I notice, is a lot bigger and fancier than mine. I guess it’s some kind of premium suite. There’s an adjoining sitting area with a sofa, the furnishings seem particularly plush, and the bed is definitely bigger than mine, though mine was advertised as king-size. The curtains are half-closed over the big french door out to the balcony, but there’s easily enough light to see by.

Jade smiles at me. “Turn around, perve,” she demands in a playful tone. I comply at once. I hear the heavenly sound of garments falling to the floor, and I force myself not to look. I hear them climbing into bed.