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Big Cock

By: sharedhousewife



Scott had to travel and work out of State for a few weeks and told me to "have a good time" while he was away. At 40 years of age and raising two teenagers, I was bored with my usual fuck-buddies and wondered if I still 'had the looks' to attract a younger hunk. I had been day-dreaming at work about a recent hire, Tim, who was single and handsome. Girl-talk around the employee lounge revealed that he had hit on several of the young women, and a few that had dated him said he had the "biggest cock". I decided I was going to get him in bed and see for myself. I started flirting with him and revealing my cleavage and short skirts to him around the office. I spotted Tim in the employee lounge one day. Again luck, or fate, must have been on my side. We were the only ones there. I knew I had to speak up quickly, so I just blurted out, "Tim, why have you never asked me to go out with you?" 

"Well because you are married Donna!" was his response. "If you weren't, I'd have asked you out a long time ago. You're the prettiest and sexiest women working here." 

I had already made up my mind about everything, so there was really no way I was turning back. I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Well in that case, I have this weekend off, my children will be at my parents and my husband's out of town. What are you doing Friday night?"

Not sure how to respond at first he just stood there. Looking at me he finally said, "This Friday night I can't." 

As he said that, I started to feel embarrassed. Here I was asking him out and he was turning me down. But, he hadn't finished his sentence. "This Saturday would be fine for me if you're serious," he said.

"I am serious!" I answered. My husband and I have an 'open marriage' and he allows me to entertain other men. So this Saturday night it is then!" 

"Okay, then where should I pick you up then?" he asked. 

I had given things some thought beforehand, so I told him that he should pick me up at a small convenience store near my parent's house. I told him he couldn't pick me up at home or at the office where we worked. This date needed to be kept a secret from everyone except my husband. The week was filled with mixed emotions for me. Here I was a housewife and mother and was going on a date with another man. Not just a date, but planning to have sex with him with my hubby's permission. I was both nervous and excited. I took long hot shower and took extra time doing my nails, hair and make up. I put on a pair of small white lace panties and matching white lace bra. I had a difficult time deciding what else to wear. Since I'd always felt very comfortable in dresses, I decided on a mid thigh length dress and matching four-inch strapped heels. Telling my parents I was going to a movie with some girls from the office and would be spending the night at one of their houses, I was out the door to meet Tim where we'd decided. 

We were to meet at six thirty and I had gotten there about a quarter after six. I was literally shaking as I sat there waiting for him to arrive. Strangely, the moment I saw him pull up next to me I calmed right down. I got out of my car and walked over to his. Opening the passenger side door I got in. As he started to drive away he asked, "So would you rather get a bite to eat before we take in a movie or afterward?"

Still slightly ashamed of what I was about to do, I swallowed hard then answered, "I'm a little nervous about being seen together. If it's okay with you, I'd rather just go to your house."

He smiled, as if he knew what I had in mind and said. "That's fine with me, if you're sure that's what you want." 

I tried to smile a re-assuring smile back at him and answered, "Tim I am 'sure' that just going to your place is exactly what I want!" 

He said, "Okay then, my place it is." as he reached to turn on the radio. 

Having done so, his right hand didn't move back to the steering wheel. Instead he placed it on my left knee. The length of my dress allowed his hand to touch nothing but bare skin when he did so, and my leg quivered. Feeling that, he pulled his hand away and placed it back on the wheel. Feeling braver and more relaxed, I reached over and put my hand on top his. He didn't resist as I gently pulled his hand off the wheel and placed it back where it was as I said, "It's okay I'm just a little nervous. I haven't done this for awhile." 

Knowing about how long it would take to reach his place, we drove for a few minutes, with his hand just resting where I'd placed it. Without his hand moving any higher, his fingers gently started to caress my leg. Then his hand started to slowly slide up my leg. It felt so natural that I didn't want him to stop. But, he did. After his hand stopped moving upward, his fingers started to gently caress me again. Disappointed that he'd stopped, I slid forward in my seat, ever so slightly. But in doing so, his hand was now almost at the fabric of my lace panties. As I did so, he turned his head to look in my direction only to see me smiling back at him. Then looking back forward, he moved his hand completely away, placing it back on the wheel as we started to turn into his drive. I was disappointed at first, until I saw we were there. Once we came to a stop, he shut off the engine and opened his door. I opened mine as well and followed him into the house. As I followed him, I made up my mind. I was going to take matters into my own hand.

Once inside the house I asked him, "Where's the bathroom Tim?" 

He walked me down the hall and showed me where it was, then said, "Would you like something to drink Donna?" 

I told him, "Sure, a beer would be fine if you have any?"

Having something else in mind he chuckled, "Okay, a beer it is." 

Once inside the bathroom, I took a deep breath and took off my dress. Looking at myself in the mirror, I reached behind my back and undid my bra clasp, then slid the straps off my shoulders. I looked once again at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe how hard my nipples looked and how huge my breasts were. They appeared larger than normal. Taking a deep breath and opening the door, I headed back down the hall in only my panties and high heels. There was no turning back now, even if I'd wanted to. I entered the living room at the same time he was entering from the kitchen with my beer in one hand and his beer in the other. Seeing me in only my panties he said, "Well this is quite a surprise!" 

Confidently I replied, "Why are you surprised Tim? We both know why I'm here, so let's not pretend otherwise."

He didn't reply. He just walked past me and back down the hall. I didn't have to be asked. I knew just to follow. Entering his bedroom, he took a drink of his beer then sat it as well as my mine down on the night stand next to his bed. He then proceeded to start removing his own clothes. I stood silently and watched as he removed everything except his boxers. Having done so, he walked toward me reaching his hand out for mine as he did. I allowed him to take my hand in his and he led me the few steps over to the edge of his bed. Then turning me so my back was to the bed, he said, "Sit down." I did as he asked and sat on the edge of the bed. Standing there directly in front of me he spoke again, "I thought you might want to be the one to finish undressing me." 

Timidly I reached up and grabbed his boxer shorts with both hands. Slowly I pushed them downward. I'd obviously gasped when I'd gotten her first look at his cock as he proudly and braggingly announced, "ten and a half inches long and seven inches around. It's been measured quite a few times."

At the time, my mind didn't comprehend the figures that he'd told me. All I knew at that particular moment was the actual size that I was looking at. It wasn't completely hard. But semi erect, it was bigger than my husband was when he was fully erect. What fascinated me the most was it was circumcised. I liked the way Tim's cock looked, even though it looked sort of mean and menacing. My mouth was so dry I had a difficult time, but I finally managed to say, "It's so big!" 

"Don't worry," Tim said, almost as a promise to me. "If you're half the woman I think you are, it will all go in and you'll love every inch." Then somewhat of a cocky tone added, "I'll make sure of that!" 

He stepped out of the boxers then stepped closer toward me. He didn't have to tell me what to do next. I reached up with both hands and grabbed it. Moving my head slightly forward while at the same time opening my mouth, I put the head of his huge cock in my mouth. As I sucked and ran my tongue around it, I could feel it grow, bigger and bigger. I held onto the shaft with one hand while I toyed with his balls with my other. When it seemed to stop growing, I stopped playing with his balls and moved my other hand farther back on the shaft. Then I started to move my head back and forth. Tim sensed what I was trying to do and he started moving his hips in rhythm to my movements. He placed his hands on the back of my head, so I released my grip and allowed him to literally fuck my mouth. I was enjoying it, but he wanted to do other things, so he finally pulled his cock from my mouth and stepped back. Then reaching under my arms, he raised me to my feet. He looked down at me and kissed my mouth, while at the same time he started to fondle my tits. 

I could feel myself heating up for him. One of his hands slid down and he started to run my pussy through my now soaking wet panties. I needed more so I broke our kiss and started moving away from him. He knew what I was doing and stepped back some as well, as I pushed my wet panties down. Then I stepped out of them and moved back toward him. Our lips met again and his hand went straight back to my pussy. Slowly he started to finger my pussy with one finger. He had me so excited I was on the verge of cumming, when he stopped. Then he pushed me gently back onto the bed. Once on the bed, I slid to the center of the bed and waited for him to join me. Before he joined me on the bed, he went to the night stand a pulled out the small drawer. Reaching inside he pulled out a small bottle. I watched with curiosity as he took the top off the bottle. As he stood next to the bed, he leaned over and allowed a few drops of what appeared to be a clear oil to drop onto my pussy. 

"What is that for?" I asked.

"Just a little something to make sure you're plenty wet when we get started," was his only reply.

After tossing it on the bed near my left leg, he then joined me on the bed. Once again we started to kiss. Our kisses were hot ones fueled by passion. As we kissed, our hands began to explore each other's bodies. I loved the way his strong hands squeezed my tits. I loved even more the way his big cock felt in my hand. As we continued kissing, one of his hands made its way down between my legs. I could feel the oil from my body being spread onto my pussy lips. Occasionally he'd slide a finger inside me. It felt good. As a matter of fact, everything that was happening felt good! I felt his hands leave my body for a moment as he moved between my legs. All the while I held onto his huge cock with my hand. My mind was racing as I tried to pull him toward my pussy. Squeezing his cock hard, I pulled at it saying, "Put it in, please, put it in!"

Acting like a slut I began to beg him, "Fuck me! Shove it right into me. Fuck me right now. I want to feel your big cock inside me Tim". 

"Not so fast, " he calmly told me. "Have you ever had a cock this big inside you?"

"Of course, " I responded impatiently. "That's why I want you. I want to feel you inside me, right now!"

"Well I can't just shove it in if you're not ready for its size. I need to take time to prepare your pussy so it will stretch."

I thought he was talking about taking a couple of times together to prepare me for the final act of putting his cock inside my pussy and I started to protest. "I'm a married lady and I don't have the time to fuck around seeing you two or three times while you're busy stretching my pussy so your cock will fit. I want you now, tonight damn it." 

"That's not what I was suggesting. Just lay there and let me loosen you up some before we get down to the real fucking." As he spoke, he re-positioned himself to a place where he could better access my pussy. He slipped one of his fingers back into my pussy and probed around with it just a little.

"Ummmmmm. You're nice and tight for a mother with three children. I'm going to like this. It'll be just like doing a virgin." 

As he fingered me, I could feel my pussy heat up. It didn't take long before he added a second finger and then a third. When he added a fourth finger, I could feel my pussy being stretched. He used four fingers on me for what felt like a long time. He even had to stop twice because I was so close to having an orgasm. My pussy-juices had really started to flow. Between them and the oil he'd put on me, I could hear a sloshing sound as he literally fucked me with his fingers. As I neared orgasm for the third time, he abruptly stopped. 

"I guess that will do". he said, as he removed his fingers.

I had been nearing an orgasm when he'd removed his fingers. But I didn't complain about the fact that he'd stopped, even though I was disappointed, I was hopeful that we'd soon be on another level. As I watched, he picked up the bottle that was still lying next to me leg. Having done so, he poured some onto his cock and rubbed it on with his hand. He then poured some into his hand and rubbed it on my pussy lips one more time. The coolness of the oil made my pussy-muscles twitch, almost making me have the orgasm that had been so very near only a moment earlier.

"Every little bit of lubrication helps." he told me, as he tossed the bottle aside and started to settle in between my wide spread legs. 

Once in position, he placed the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy and sort of leaned into me. The plum-sized head of his cock forced my pussy-lips apart. I couldn't help it and I groaned as he started to enter me. At the same time, I must have done something that no other woman my age had ever done, at least not during the first initial penetration. I moved my legs up and locked them behind his back, raising my hips upward at the same time. He pushed some and I squealed in pain, unlocking my legs from his back and throwing my arms out to the side. "Oh GOD!! I screamed. "Oh God it hurts." 

"See it's bigger than you thought! You should wait a while before doing those leg tricks like you do with your husband and other lovers." He semi-sarcastically told me, "Just relax, baby you've just got the head in. There's a lot more to go."

"Oh, it is so huge!" I told him. 

He paused, waiting for my pussy to adjust, allowing just the weight of his body to keep steady pressure on his cock. I breathed deeply as my pussy muscles seemed to relax around his girth, as a little more sank in, then some more, and then some more. The weight of his body kept pressure on his cock, which slowly continued going deeper as my inner muscles relaxed. It was a wonderful sensation. It felt as if my pussy was literally sucking his cock into me. 

"That's it, just over half way, only a few more inches to go. I don't want to go too deep, at least not for your first time." 

I was more or less gasping for air as I threw my legs back up on him and tightened my leg muscles around his back. As I started to whimper, "Oh God, Oh God!" over and over again, he knew from experience that I was to a point where he could finally start a slow back-and-forth movement. Every five or six strokes inward, he would push a little more cock into me. After about a dozen strokes, he had about eight plus inches inside. Then he started to slowly withdraw right to the knob, making me groan and cry out even louder, clutching at his back with my hands and trying to hunch my hips upward in and attempt to get more of his cock inside of me. I was absolutely delirious with pleasure. "Oh, Ohhhhh, shove it in, please, please give me more," I whined. "Fill my pussy. Do it! Oh God do it!" 

Pausing momentarily, he told me, "There's only about three more inches to go. How does it feel?" 

"Oh God, it feels wonderful, keep going, " I demanded.

He started to tease me. "Am I deeper than your husband has ever been?" he asked. 

I knew from experience where this was going. Other men always want to know if they are the biggest, or if they satisfy you more. "Oh God, yes! He's never been this deep!" I answered. 

"So my cock is in virgin territory?" he teased. 

"Oh God, YES, no one has ever been this deep in me! NO ONE, only you Tim, ONLY YOU! Please, please, shove it all in. Please shove the rest in. Take my virginity again!!! PLEASE. Make it hurt if you have to, but PLEASE give me the REST!!!" I was begging him to shove the rest of his long, fat cock inside my pussy like some common tramp. I really gave him my best acting. 

"Are you sure you want the rest?" he teasingly asked me.

"Oh yes, I'm sure! Give me the rest of your beautiful cock!" I pleaded. 

I once again moved my legs and put them flat back on the bed, spreading them wide as I did so. He finally gave me what I asked for, and in one quick shove, he pushed the last three inches into my waiting pussy. I'd never felt such a variety of sensation all at once. There was pain, and an indescribable sensation of pleasure both at the same time. I felt an incredibly hot sensation in my pussy and there was a tingling sensation in my nipples. I felt light headed to the point of feeling dizzy. Then it had happened, even without him moving, I had an orgasm. An orgasm so strong that it had took my breath away. I almost passed out. He had seen the same reaction from other women so he just remained still between her legs with his big cock still inside. Memories of my first time with "Big John" flashed in my mind. As I regained my composure enough to speak, I asked him if he'd cum and he told me, "No, that he only came when he wanted to, and when he came that I'd know it." 

Once he knew that I had regained my senses, he started fucking me, slowly at first, then with increasing force. I have no idea how many orgasms that I had or how long they actually fucked. I seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm. They came one right after the other as he fucked me. I finally had to tell him I couldn't take it anymore. He told me we could stop only after he came. He made me beg for his cum. When he did decide to give me what I was begging for, he raised my hips up off the bed and placed my legs up on his shoulders. He'd stopped moving and had buried his cock as deeply as he could inside me. It was then that he finally came. He had been right, because even though I'd been fucked to the point that my pussy was almost numb, I knew he was cumming deep inside my cervix. I could feel his cum being shot not just into my pussy canal. It felt like he was shooting it right up inside my uterus. I could feel his warm cum as in splashed inside an area where I'd never felt anything before. 

It was the most incredible feeling I'd ever felt. On top of that, he came so much that it was like my pussy couldn't hold it all and it started overflowing from my pussy. It was at that point that he started moving again. He fucked me hard again and I had one final orgasm so intense that the room started to spin and everything went black. The next thing I remember was Tim propping me up with a couple of pillows as he handed me a glass of orange juice with vodka in it. In one gulp I swallowed the entire contents of the small glass. The sharp bite of the drink jolted me somewhat back to my senses. 

"Whew, that was something!" I told him. "I've never felt anything as intense as that." 

"You haven't felt anything yet." he told me, as he moved from the edge of the bed where he'd been sitting and went to the end of the bed. 


Big Cock



She would lounge on her couch, wearing sexy clothes or sometimes not a stitch, and lie to herself about how she could be satisfied with her husband's penis. She called it a penis because that's all it was, anatomically correct, but...well, she self-snarled: It wasn't a big cock!

Oh, fuck, it wasn't. Like all of women friends, she'd laughed at size queens and big mamas who sized a man up firstly by his packaged goods, but lately she'd been laughing on the outside and inside thinking Damn, I want that!

Hard, thick, throbbing with a strong tight big cockhead that opened her up and scraped across her clit with every deep thrust. And that certainly wasn't what her husband had EVER possessed. He was a game man though and tried to compensate with larger and more life-like dildos, but they were still just a silicone hose to her. She wanted the real deal. She wanted big cock and she wanted it bad.

Her fingers were wet and sticky, plunged between her pussy lips when the front opened loudly and she heard her husband's voice.

"I'm home!"

"In here," she said, annoyed at the interruption, but kept her sprawled, open-thighed position on the couch.

She closed her eyes and heard him cough louder. 

"Um, we have company. This is Fred, two houses down."

She quickly threw a coverlet over her nakedness and glanced up.

He was a thickly-muscled man, stocky and wide-shouldered, but not like a body-builder. Or at least not a recent one. Even at a glance, his grizzled beard and long hair told her he'd never see fifty again, but his high-cheekbones and slim face were rugged and unique. His steady hazel-colored eyes held hers then trailed slowly down her body with a growing smile. 

She couldn't believe herself, but she was actually blushing under his gaze. Her face grew redder and she swallowed hard, however, when she lowered her eyes and flicked them below his belt buckle. She inhaled sharply as her eyes followed an obvious bulge along his left thigh. As she swallowed hard again, she felt her fingers unconsciously moving under the coverlet.

"Fred," she said slowly.

Her husband voice started loud and trailed off. "Fred's wife died just recently and I said 'Oh, sorry for your loss' and he said 'Thanks' and, anyway, long story not so long – Fred needs to borrow a rake." His voice faded as he walked outside to the backyard tool shed.

"I hope we didn't embarrass you too much," Fred smiled and leaned against the door frame. "Don't let me interrupt you from whatever you were doing. I just need a rake."

She liked his voice, though she didn't know why. He pronounced every word correctly, without a regional accent, but with a different flavor to the sounds, as if using them in his own context they were became lyrical or poetic. There was a longish pause between "just need a" and "rake" and during it as if unconsciously her thumb grazed roughly over her still swollen clitoris under the coverlet. Her eyes widened when she noticed the bulge of Fred's jeans had gotten bigger, too.

As if on cue, Fred leaned closer to her ear and whispered softly. "I hope it's a good one."

Her husband banged through the kitchen door, holding the obviously new rake like a snake that would bite him. "Haven't used it yet. One of these days though, so bring it back, okay? Ha ha ha."

"I appreciate it, Mr. Elliot. I'll return it this evening."

"Sure, Fred. Oh, I might not be here. Me and the league buds got a date with Warcraft. Just leave it with her, right, honey?"

"I'm sure Fred can figure it out."

"Bye."

They were both forgetful about locking the outside door, so that about dusk when Fred returned with the borrowed rake, it stood slightly open and inviting.

"Hello," he called gently. Then a bit louder. "Hello?"

He thought he heard faint sounds coming from deeper in the house and, setting the rake against the wall, walked down the hallway. 

The low heat lamp gave the bathroom a warm sepia color and gave her naked body a deeply tanned appearance, dusky and hazy in the steaming air. A torrent of hot water flushed down across her back as her dripping hands wrapped her naked skin in swirls of soapy lather.

Fred drew back from the doorway, then peered cautiously around again. What he had just glimpsed before on the couch was now glistening, wet, and totally naked in front of him. He could feel his cock growing harder the longer he watched her.

Her fingers circled the soapy bubbles surrounding her erect nipples before gliding in wet streaks down her belly to the folds of her pussy lips. She arched her back and lifted onto her toes as her thumbs raked across her clitoris and slid in, vanishing between the conch-pink labia. She swayed slightly as the sensations and opened her eyes. Through the steam-mist, she could see a naked man, his hard cock jutting out from a taut belly and strong thighs. He stepped closer and she slipped down to her knees and licked a circle around the head of his cock. She raised one hand to grasp his thick shaft and with the other she cupped her palm beneath his ball sac and gently squeezed.

She licked round the head again, this time grazing just the rim and then immediately wrapped her lips over the head and sucked hard. She loved the feel of rough tongue against the smooth cockhead and let her tongue dance crazily with little teasing licks as she sucked up and down. Every time his cockhead moved in and out, she felt her lips stretch and – oddly – felt the same sensation in her pussy, as if she were fucking his cock with her mouth and pussy at the same time. 

After a minute of hard sucking, she pulled her mouth away with a gagging gasp. It WAS a big cock. Her jaw would take some pain but she was going to suck his cock until he came in her mouth. She shuddered inwardly imagining this beautifully big cock shooting hot white cum in her mouth, letting it drip off her lips and splash on her breasts. Then licking it all off and wanting more. 

Before she lowered her head to his cock again, she caressed up the back of his thighs and cupped his small form ass cheeks, then opened her mouth in a wide O.

Before she was ready, he thrust deeply between her lips and took a fistful of her hair in his hand. It was perfect, she felt giddy. She'd wanted to feel that force and strength, that raw want and lustful passion – and here it was with a big cock, too. The only thing that mattered to the two of them at that moment was that they fuck – long, hard, deeply.

She began bobbing her head in counter rhythm to his thrusts and kept licking the underside of his shaft as he fucked her mouth. She felt like her pussy was flaming like gasoline on a lake, building to an inferno that would make her cum the instant his cockhead touched her pussy. She wanted it. 

He didn't need to be a mindreader to know she was peaking. Her body twisted and writhed as he pulled her up tightly along his body. Then he hunched slightly and slid an arm under her left leg and his other arm beneath her right. And lifted her easily. Her mind swam with the teetering balance until he spread his legs and then straightened them again --- his rockhard cock plunging into her sopping pussy.

It was something new. She'd never been fucked like this and it drover her crazy with sensation. Fred knew how to take a woman's pleasure for himself and give her plenty, too. Her arms draped around his shoulders, she felt his thrusts growing faster and harder, matching them with tightening her pussy lips around the shaft's driving thrusts. He slid his hands lower, just below her ass, but she didn't feel like they were going to fall over. She almost came as his thumb started working rough circles on her clit His other hand stretched wide and the tip of his little finger just barely kept up a feathery caress on her asshole. 

Fred nuzzled her neck and his teeth nipped her earlobe. "I want to cum so bad for you," he growled.

She was almost beyond words. Groaning, she whispered. "I want your cum. I want your cum from your big cock. Oh, fuck, yes!"

The instant she started a climax, she felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum shooting into her and with every pulse, she orgasmed again. "Fred, Fred," she murmured. 

They slowly collapsed on the floor. Fred shook his head with a slow smile. 

She crawled between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his slowly softening cock. "I want this."



Big Cock Fantasy



FIRST of all, before I relate this full story, I must explain that I have no complaints about the sex in my marriage. In fact, during the 12 years that Tony and I have been married, the sex has continually improved. And, truthfully, I suppose we're both sex addicts.

I'm now 35, a year younger than my husband, and we've never hankered after having children. We've been quite happy as a couple, thank you, without any additional ties, responsibilities or restraints. We've always done pretty much as we want, when we want, and that freedom is priceless to me.

Our tastes are similar in many things and that especially applies to sex. You may find this hard to believe but, after all these years together, we're still having sex sessions at least four times a week. And I mean sessions, not just five minute quickies (though we also frequently enjoy them!). 

We've also been into the occasional fuck outdoors, got naked at the beach, watched a tremendous amount of porn (including live shows in Amsterdam), used toys and read erotica. In fact, anything that's stimulating and different has been okay by us.

Another shared "hobby" is membership of a fitness gym and that has kept us healthy and trim and ensured we have the stamina for our between-the-sheets marathons. I'm quite petite at 5ft 4ins but my hourglass figure is still good, with a slim waist, 34B firm bust and rounded 36ins hips. Tony is 5ft 10ins, has broad shoulders and muscular chest, no beer belly and lean thighs. We're both fair haired - and tanned for most of the year thanks to various holidays in the sun. One final thing, Tony's cock enlarges from 5ins limp to 7ins of solid flesh, slightly above average, and he certainly knows how to use it.

But, and this was my problem, as much as I've adored Tony's 7-incher, for several years I'd had a fantasy about being pleasured by a giant cock. You know the sort I mean, those possessed by porn stars and, so we're told, the majority of black men. Anyway, a couple of years ago, during another Saturday night of passion, we watched a new compilation DVD.

We sat naked on the sofa, me gently playing with Tony's semi-erect penis and him fingering my wet pussy. A gangbang scene came on screen and there was a brief shot of a cock which had me gasping. As I say, it was just a brief shot. The cock in question was in the background of the action but it looked to be about 10 inches long, ending with a gigantic mushroom head.

Tony heard my gasp and said: "What's up, Jen?"

"Wow, didn't you see that?" I breathed. "A massive cock in the back there."

"No, didn't see it," said Tony, still intent on the action where a busty blonde was deep throating one slim guy while another was splashing cum on her ample chest.

Minutes later, the scene ended and I couldn't help but sigh.

"What's up?" Tony asked again.

"That cock, I didn't see it again."

"Special was it?"

"Oh yes. It was only a glimpse but, trust me Tony, it was something else."

My husband smiled and picked up the remote. "Okay, we'll run it back. Tell me when to stop."

When the re-wind had gone far enough back I said: "That's it, stop now. Remember, look in the background."

Tony hit the play button and, seconds later, there it was: the mighty organ sticking straight out as the guy walked out of shot. I gripped Tony's cock and said: "Wow, isn't that some big dick."

Tony used the rewind button again, stopped and then hit pause when the cock appeared. "You're right, Jen, it's a big 'un alright."

"Mmmm," I said, thoughtfully and began to rub Tony's cock. 

Tony laughed and, slipping his finger in and out of my slit, said" "Jeez, Jen, you're really wet down here. That monster's really turned you on, hasn't it?"

"Mmmmm." I continued to stare at the screen.

"What're you thinking? What it would be like having that cock inside you?"

I turned from the screen and looked at Tony's smiling face. I took a deep breath, squeezed my thighs, trapping his hand, and said: "What I've got in my hand is just fine thanks."

"Pleased about that," he said and leant to kiss the tip of my nose. "But you must admit that got you excited."

"Sure," I said. "I'm sure a lot of women get turned on by big cocks. It's a fantasy, isn't it?"

"Suppose so. Is it your fantasy?"

I let the question hang in the air for a moment, then said: "I've thought about it. But, truthfully, I'm more than happy with what you give me. Anyway, I'm not sure my pussy could take a monster like that." I nodded at the screen. "I mean, look at the size of that head. It's enormous. It would split me open. And then there's the length. What is it? Ten inches or more? God, I can't see that coming inside me."

"Well, you're certainly wet at the thought of it," smiled Tony, removing a finger from my sopping fanny and popping it into his mouth. "Mmmm, delicious," he said.

His cock had stiffened during our chat and I looked at it in my hand. Pre-cum was seeping and I bent to lick it away and then kissed his growing head.

"At least I can get your lovely cock in my mouth and pussy," I said. And then I straddled Tony's lap, reached for his throbbing member and poised it at my entrance before easing down, taking his full length in me . . .

The following Monday evening, I was first home and preparing dinner when Tony came into the kitchen and plonked a bottle of my favourite Shiraz on the breakfast bar.

"Lovely, thanks honey," I said pecking his lips.

"I've got you something else. A surprise," he said. "But it'll wait until after we've eaten."

"No, don't tease. Give it to me."

"No, you'll have to wait. It'll be worth it. I'm gonna get out of this suit now. Be down soon."

To be honest, as I remember, it was probably the quickest meal we'd shared and Tony kept topping up my wine glass. When we went into the lounge and settled back on the sofa, my glass was again full and I took a generous sip.

"Okay, where's my surprise. I've been patient."

"Patient? Don't think so, Jen. You couldn't wait to finish eating. You'll be lucky not to get indigestion."

"Oh, come on, stop messing me about."

Tony got up and went into the hallway. He came back carrying a parcel, wrapped in brown paper. "Here's your surprise," he said.

"Fancy wrapping I see," I said with a smile and took the oblong package from him.

"Discreet wrapping," he said and that got me wondering - and excited.

I tore off the paper to reveal a plain white box. "What is it?" I asked.

"Just open it, Jen."

I pulled the top open and peered inside. "Oh," I muttered, and put my hand in to withdraw my gift. I stared at it, turning it round in my hands and finally said" "It's huge Tony. What am I supposed to do with it?"

"Well, you were so taken with that big cock on the film that I thought I'd get you the next best thing. Something to satisfy your fantasy."

I shook my head and laid the giant black dildo in my lap. "It's enormous. I mean, really, how big is it?"

Tony produced a tape measure. "Thought you'd ask," he said. "Here, measure it."

I took the tape and first measured the length "Eleven inches," I muttered. "And, wow, six inches round the shaft."

"Measure the head," said Tony.

"Unbelievable . . . that's eight inches."

"So, is that big enough for you?"

I looked at Tony's expectant face. "Big enough? Crikey, Tony, you're big enough for me. And that eight inch vibrator I've got is big enough when I've got six inches inside. What am I gonna do with this?"

"Hey, Jen, we've watched films where girls take in massive cocks. And, let's face it, they wouldn't sell these toys if you couldn't use 'em. Anyway, the bloke in the shop said it was an actual-sized model of some black America porn star."

I looked at the toy in my lap and picked it up. I felt it's girth, admired the bulging vein running along it's length - and that giant bell end. How on earth would I ever get that past my pussy lips into my love tunnel?

"C'mon, Jen, have a drink." Tony gave me my wine glass. "Thought you'd be pleased," he said quietly as I sipped the Shiraz.

I looked at him, saw hurt and disappointment in his eyes. Yes, I hadn't exactly thanked him for his thoughtful gift. I was just too taken aback by the monster tool in my hand. Okay, Jen, I thought, you've often wondered what it'd be like and now here's your chance to find out. Be grateful for what your loving husband has done.

I smiled. "Sorry, honey. I do appreciate it . . . it's just soooo big. Think I'm a little frightened to be honest. Yes, I've thought about what it might feel like but I never honestly thought I'd get something like this."

"That's okay, Jen, I understand. But it's your fantasy and I'm only trying to help. I could get an extension for my cock if you like. You know, those latex condom-style things that add a couple of inches."

I thought about that. "That might work," I mused, "but then it wouldn't feel like you. I mean, we've never even used condoms. It's always been bareback and I like that, feeling your cum inside me or splashing up my belly and on my tits when you pull out. A dildo or vibrator . . . well, that's different altogether, different experience, isn't it?"

Tony nodded. "Yes, toys are toys. Just thought this might answer some questions, that's all." He looked at me earnestly.

Truthfully, by now, I was more relaxed about the whole thing and was getting a little bit wet down there. "Okay," I said with a smile. "Thanks my love, let's give it a go, shall we?"

Now Tony grinned. "I bought some more tubes of lube while I was in the shop and ..." he reached into his pocket ... "some extra-sized condoms for your new friend. They should help it slide in easier." He pulled out the packet and offered them to me.

"I'd like you to get me warmed up first," I said. "I think I'm gonna need to be in floods for this giant."

I put the dildo on the sofa between us, stood up and started to remove my blouse and skirt. That's all I was wearing. Tony grinned and said: "Wow, you've trimmed your bush again."

Indeed, now I had just a few wispy hairs leading down to my bare pussy. I put my right hand over my pubis and slipped my middle finger into the crevice. I was surprised how wet I was and I became even wetter when Tony moved my hand out of the way and licked his tongue along the puffy lips. I sat down again and leaned back on the sofa as Tony knelt between my spread thighs. Licking, sucking and fingering ... I was soon heading for orgasm. My thighs tightened as I stretched out my legs, arching my back and holding my breath as the sensations built deep within me. Then I exploded, exhaling loudly and writhing wildly as wave after wave of electric shocks blitzed my heaving body.

Gradually I regained some composure and my legs stopped trembling.

"You're certainly wet now," said Tony as he lifted his mouth from my groin, his lips and chin wet with my juices. He handed me the dildo. "Try that when you're ready," he said and stood up to strip off his clothes. I noticed his cock was semi-erect but he shook his head. "I'm okay, Jen. Just concentrate on you and that big cock."

"I may be wet but I think we need a condom on this thing," I said.

The sheath fitted halfway down the bulging shaft. That somehow made it seem even larger but I put a cushion under my buttocks, raising my hips and still-soaking pussy. I took the dildo from Tony and spread my legs wide. I looked down between my round breasts, over my flat stomach and the wispy hairs and brought the gigantic mushroom head towards my entrance. Tony stood before me, slowly masturbating his erect cock as he watched. 

I put the dildo to my pussy lips and moved it up and down, teasing and exciting and preparing me for . . . I didn't know what. Pain? Joy? Both? With both hands wrapped around the shaft, I edged it towards me and felt it nudge into my hole.

"That's it," said Tony soothingly. "Get that monster in there. Live out your dream"

His cock was now swollen and I knew he was excited by what he could see: his wife with a monster black tube knocking at her love door.

Sweat was on my brow as I tried to insert the head. I could feel my pussy stretching but I just couldn't take it. It was too big. I took it away and relaxed my taut thighs.

"It's no good, Tony," I gasped. "I can't take it. It's just too much."

"It was nearly in," said Tony. "Look, let me get some lube for you and let's try again."

"Okay," I said, because I didn't want to give up. I knew then that I really did want to be filled with a massive dick, to feel a gargantuan tool riding up my belly.

Tony applied the lube to my lips and inserted two fingers. "Okay," he said, "you're well ready."

"You do it," I said. "You put it in me, please. I'll just lie here and enjoy it without all the pulling and pushing. Just like being properly fucked. Okay?"

"Course, baby," he said. "I'll be gentle and slow. Just tell me to stop if it gets too much."

I nodded and relaxed back, closing my eyes. I imagined the toy going deep into me and I was excited and ready for this new sensation. God, I'd thought about it for long enough. 

I felt Tony's fingers parting my lips and caressing my swollen clit. I squirmed a little and a "mmmm" of appreciation left my mouth. Then the huge head replaced Tony's fingers and again it nudged just inside, seeking entrance. "That okay, babe?" he asked. I nodded, eyes closed and my mouth tightly shut, waiting for the thrust that would break into my tunnel.

Ouch, I thought, as a little more cock head stretched my opening. That hurts. I felt that I was about to be torn apart, ripped to pieces, but I clenched my fists and waited. Surely there will be some benefit from such a big intrusion. Otherwise why would women seek giant dicks? And they do, you know. And, haven't I seen enormous pythons on porno films and in magazines?

"Nooooo," I screeched as a pain seared between my legs. " Stop now, Tony" I wailed. "Take it away."

I was panting, my stomach heaving with every short breath. But Tony hadn't moved. "Okay, honey," he said softly. "But there's only about an inch in."

I opened my eyes and glanced down to my crotch. "Well that's an inch too much, then," I gasped. "Take it out."

Tony slowly withdrew the fake dick: at least two inches had penetrated. 

As I recovered, I gingerly put my fingers to my hole. "No damage," said Tony. "You're okay. Think you just need to be able to relax more."

I pondered that. "Maybe," I said doubtfully. "But, you know what Tony, you'd need hell of a lot of pleasure to make up for the pain. That did hurt, love."

The dildo was left on my bedside table for the rest of the week and, when I put out the light, I always looked at it and wondered how on earth anyone could take in such a powerful, thick weapon. And enjoy it!

Tony encouraged me to hold it, play with it, and put the head in my mouth. Even that stretched me to the limits. But, after a couple or so days, I began to warm to the idea again. Perhaps I'd imagined the pain, exaggerated it. Perhaps it wasn't really that bad. 

I told Tony that I was thinking I might try again at the weekend. 

Each night we'd watch videos and DVDs of long cocks servicing eager girls and I started to think I was being foolish. If they can do it, surely a sex bomb like me can . . .

Tony suggested that after lunch on Saturday we should go to bed. Then he said: "I've got us something that might help."

In the bedroom we stripped off and, as it was a warm day, I lay on top of the duvet, pillows propped at my back. Watching Tony get naked, I could feel my nipples harden. We frequently watched porn both before and after sex and I wasn't surprised

when Tony put a disc in the player. The film would be shown on the large flat-screen TV on the wall at the foot of our king-size bed. 

As Tony clambered on the bed on my right side, I started to get aroused. I'd been thinking about this all week and, although still apprehensive and unsure I could manage the king dong, I was eager to try.

"Right," said Tony pressing the play button on the remote. "Remember I told you that your big black toy was a life-like replica of some American porn star. Well, he's the star of this film. In fact, there's five different scenes . . . ah, here we go."

On the TV screen, the face of a bald black man appeared and the words "Take it if you can" appeared followed by "starring the one and only Marcus with Sondra, Debbie, Karen, Sylvie and Sharon."

This opening credit was replaced one at a time by nude poses of the five girls, Sondra and Sylvie were black and stockily built. "Yep, bet they take it up alright," I thought. Debbie was blonde, long-legged and had a chest that couldn't be real; Karen was a slim brunette (rather like me) and Sharon was also blonde with bouncy knockers.

I reached for Tony's cock, which was beginning to grow, and he put his left arm around my shoulders and his right hand held my right breast.

In the opening scene, Sondra was lying naked on a bed. She was fondling her huge black melons and soon brought one nipple to her mouth and sucked greedily. The camera stayed on this for a few minutes and then scanned slowly down her body, over her wobbly belly, to a hairy pubis and meaty but firm thighs that were wide open. The camera then panned back to a longer shot as Sondra reached for a vibrator and began to roll it along her thighs and then among her bush. A few minutes of this - Tony's cock was now quite firm in my grasp - and a door opened and a slim black man entered.

"That's my girl," came a deep, chocolate voice. "Getting ready for your Marcus, I see. Well, girl, your waiting's over."

Sondra put aside the vibrator and kneeled up on the bed. Her mammoth melons swung as she reached up to give Marcus a hug. "Let's get your damn clothes off Marcus," she said. "I's done waiting."

His white sports shirt was whipped up over his head and tossed aside while Sondra grabbed at his belt buckle and slid the belt free. That, too, was discarded and Sondra turned her attentions to the zipper. With that undone, the camera zoomed in as the pants were drawn down over Marcus' slender hips. And then, there it was, the long black meat tube dangling free.

"Oh my," I said. "Just look at that. It's gotta be 8inches just hanging there."

"Yeah," murmured Tony, "bigger than mine when it's hard like now."

I squeezed his cock just as Sondra reached out and lifted the Marcus cock up to her plentiful lips. They parted with a smile, showing white teeth, and she fed the head into her mouth. A side shot showed Marcus' growing head being sucked in and then Sondra leaned in, slowly taking more of his shaft into her throat. "Good god," I whispered as a least nine inches were withdrawn. Glistening with saliva, the cock swayed as if in a breeze. It was now beginning to rise and Sondra beat it against her huge tits, first the left and then the right one. Then she wrapped her tits around the gorgeous brown baton and rubbed them up and down.

Tony squeezed and gently tugged my nipple and I responded by slowly tugging his upright cock.

After a few minutes of tit-fucking, Marcus said: "On your back, baby, and get those legs spread." Sondra obeyed and the camera lingered on her open pink vagina before the shot changed to Marcus. His monster was now horizontal to the floor and that mushroom head looked even bigger than my dildo. Automatically, I reached to my bedside table and got hold of my toy. It felt enormous in my left hand compared to Tony's in my other hand. I placed it on my thigh, the head facing me just as the camera closed up on Marcus' throbbing dick. He took hold of Sondra's legs behind her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then she put her ankles on Marcus' shoulders and he held his cock in the fingers of his right hand, presenting the cock head to her exposed opening. He ran two fingers of his left hand up and down her crack, said "Girl you're one wet bitch" and pushed his mushroom dome between flappy lips. Sondra let out a loud "oh fuck, oh fucking fuck" as the head broke through.




Big Cock Fantasy Pt. 02



MY problem, when I really considered it, was not Tony. Obviously, I would need his support, permission, encouragement - call it what you will. But the backing of my husband wouldn't be needed if I couldn't find a giant cock. I mean, how do you go about such a quest?

It's one thing to walk into an adult store and buy a huge black dildo - like Tony had done - but where do you get the real thing, the human model? They're not sitting on shelves waiting for some horny 35 year old to come along and take them home to satisfy her curiosity and fantasy. 

Okay, I've read stories and supposedly true-life tales about people successfully seeking all manner of things via chat-rooms and contact sites on the internet. But, truthfully, what are the chances of that bearing fruit? There must be someone out there to meet my requirements but the possibility he'll live anywhere near me must be remote. And, anyway, did I want to go down that world wide web route, scanning pages and becoming a member by entering personal contact details? Not really.

So, what else could I do? I bought a contact magazine but there was nothing in there for me and I quickly consigned it to the garbage bin. It was frustrating but, after a couple of days, I suddenly thought: "C'mon Jen, you're not that desperate. You've got a loving husband and a sex life that's been satisfying for over 12 years. And there's always Marcus the Dildo available if the big cock craving persists. Get on with your life, you silly woman."

I didn't mention anything to Tony. Instead, I ensured that he knew that I was still more than happy with the way he pleasured me. We continued to have some great love-ins, at least four times a week, and Marcus wasn't required. 

We did occasionally watch DVDs featuring big black cocks and, after one screening, Tony removed his hand from my crotch, licked a finger, and said: "Wow, that really got you wet."
I grinned and said: "That's what it's supposed to do. Why watch porn if you're not gonna be excited? And look at you . . ."

Tony's cock was hard in my hand and seeping pre-cum. "Ah, point taken," he said.

"Not yet it isn't," I said, bending to lick his swelling dome and then sucking three or four inches into my mouth. With one hand caressing his shaft, the other fondling his balls and my head bobbing rhythmically, it wasn't long before Tony unloaded into my throat. As he subsided, I sat back up, wiped my lips with the back of my hand and said: "Now the point's been taken."

I sat on the balcony of our rented apartment, chilled glass of white wine on the table, and peacefully watched the wonderful sunset develop, the pale blue sky being streaked in glorious shades of orange and red. Tony was in the shower, washing off the sun lotion after our first day of seven on the naturist beach. I'd been first in the bathroom and was now dressed in a sleeveless white blouse and knee-length shorts, ready to go out for dinner.

Admiring the view, my reverie was disturbed by the noise of a sliding door on the adjoining balcony and the clack of heels on concrete. I reached for my wine and turned my head to sneak a look at our neighbour.

"Isn't that a lovely view," she said in a low, husky voice. A moments silence was broken when she said: "Sorry, didn't mean to be rude or disturb you."

I stopped sipping the wine and said: "Oh no, not at all. I didn't think you were talking to me." I looked past her and discovered she didn't have company. "But, yes, you're right, it is a beautiful view."

"Yes," she almost whispered and took a deep breath, shoulders back and chest rising. Quite a chest it was, too, and I guessed she was without a bra under her loose fitting floral dress. In the fading light, she seemed to have caramel-coloured skin and her dark hair was tight to her head. "Have you been here long?"

"No, we arrived yesterday evening. But we've been here before, I mean my husband Tony and me. He's in the shower at the moment. What about you? How long have you been here."

" Minutes, just minutes," she said, looked at me, and then extended her right arm across the waist-high wrought-iron fencing which divided the two apartment balconies. "I'm Gaynor, pleased to meet you."

I rose out of my chair and took her hand. It was cool, soft and the nails were painted a deep red which contrasted with her skin tone. Gaynor was also some five or six inches taller than me in her heels. "Pleased to meet you," I said looking up at her. "I'm Jennifer, but everybody calls me Jen." I paused. "You're not here alone, are you?"

"Oh no," she said with a shake of her head which set her big looped ear-rings in motion. "My friend is sorting out luggage back at the airport. There's been a mix-up but I've got my case and there's no point both of us hanging about out there. So, I came along to book in and . . . "

The "William Tell Overture" rang out, stopping Gaynor in mid-flow and she reached for her mobile phone, the screen glowing on the table. "Hi, what's happening?" She listened for a few seconds and then said: "Good, I'll see you in about half-an-hour then. Byeee . . . "

Turning back to me, Gaynor revealed bright white teeth as she smiled. "Sorry about that. But the luggage problem has been resolved, thankfully."

I nodded. "Well that's good. Nothing worse than losing your stuff at the beginning of a holiday. Wouldn't matter so much at the other end."

"Yes, guess you're right about that." Gaynor still held the phone in her hand when it started to ring out again. She looked at the screen and muttered: "Bother." She glanced at me and said: "Sorry, I've got to take this. Been nice talking to you." 

"And nice talking to you," I answered as she turned away and went into her apartment. 

Over our dinner of tuna steaks and mixed salad, I told Tony about meeting one of our neighbours and the missing luggaage.

"What's she like?" 

"She seemed nice enough in the brief time I spoke to her."

"I mean, what does she look like?"

"Oh, sorry. Well, she's taller than me, quite a bit taller actually, although she was wearing heels. She's got tight-cropped dark hair, but I couldn't really see her figure. She was wearing a loose dress but her bosom seemed big. And she is a sort of light chocolate-colour."

I forked a tomato slice into my mouth and reached for my glass. As I sipped it, I heard a husky voice. "Hello again."

"Hello Gaynor," I said, looking up as she arrived at our table. She had changed clothes and was now dressed in tight-fitting beige jeans and a patterned shirt which was bow-tied under her ample chest, revealing a toned midriff and a ruby jewel in her navel. "You've come to a good spot to eat, especially if you like fish."

"Ah yes, I never got the chance to tell you, did I? We've been here many times, so I know all about the local restaurants and bars."

"Right," I said, aware of Tony glancing between me and Gaynor. "Oh, by the way, this is my husband, Tony."

He stood up, all 5ft 10ins of him and they were virtually of equal height. Gaynor took his proffered hand, shook it lightly and leaned to air-kiss his cheek. "Nice to meet you," she said in a low voice. "My friend's gone to the toilet. Anyway, I'll not interrupt you any more, just thought I'd say hello. I'm famished. My table's over there," and she nodded towards the back of the room, once again setting the gold hooped ear-rings swinging.
She strode away and I looked at Tony's eyes following her progress between the tables.

"Good view, is it?"

"What?" said Tony and then added "Oh!" as he realised that I had watched him staring at Gaynor's departure. "Yes, quite interesting," he smiled. "She's quite slender but her hips sway in those jeans. Nice bum."

"And the tits?"

"Ah," he said looking into my eyes, "you were right, they are quite big. When she did that air-kiss thing I could see down her shirt."

"Anything else?"

"What do you mean?"

"You seem quite taken with her."

Tony picked up his glass and leaned back in his chair. "Well, you've got to admit she is different. Tall but rounded in the right places, nice face - and I noticed lots of men looking at her. Not just me." He took a good swallow of wine, replaced the glass and looked at me. "But, then again, lots looked at you when you walked in and I love it. But they don't know that you've got an all-over tan."

I shook my head playfully. "Don't be stupid, Tony. There's lots of people here without any white bits. Look how many go to the naturist beach. That's the main attraction of this place for most of us, get brown all over and no wet clingy swimsuits when you come out of the sea."

"You're right, of course," he said and glanced towards the back of the room. "Ah, don't turn around, but her friend has just arrived."

"Okay. What's he like?"

Tony grinned and leaned forward, almost whispering: "Cropped blonde hair, about your height but not so shapely." After a pause, he added: "He's a girl," and leaned back in his chair again.

I twisted my neck to look. At the same time, they both looked across the room and, before I could look away, Gaynor raised her glass to me and nodded. I picked up my glass and gave the same silent toast. As did her blonde friend. Well, that's friendly neighbours, I thought.

Next morning, I was up early, brewed a pot of strong coffee and made scrambled eggs on toast which we both ate on the balcony in the warm sun. Tony wore only shorts but I had on a thin cotton wrap.

On our second cup of coffee, Gaynor stepped onto her balcony and stretched her arms towards the skies. She was topless, only wearing a black thong. And her boobs were big. And firm with deep brown nipples standing to attention.

"Oh, sorry, didn't know you were out here," she said, giving us a big smile. "Looks a lovely day."

We both murmured in agreement as her friend appeared at her side. She wore pink briefs and she was an all-over golden tan, including her small, perky boobs.

"This is Charlotte," said Gaynor, nodding at her companion, "but all her friends call her Charlie."

Tony got up, introduced himself and shook hands across the railing before doing the air-kiss thing. Quick learner, my Tony. I did the same - and noted Charlie was around my 5ft 4ins height but a few pounds lighter. She didn't have my curves, as Tony later put it.

"What's your plans for the day?" asked Charlie in a well modulated accent.

"The beach, plenty of rays to top up our tans," said Tony.

"You're a nice bronze, already," she said. "And you too Jen, from what bits I can see, anyway."

"We like to keep refreshing our tans," said Tony. "We get away at least six weeks in the year, don't we Jen?"

I nodded and Gaynor asked, huskily: "Do you go to the nude beach?"

"Yes, we find it liberating and there's no messing about with wet swim gear. I think it's great to swim naked."

" As long as the water's not too cold," said Gaynor with a mock shiver which set her ear-rings wobbling and, more noticeably, got her breasts jiggling.

We all laughed and Tony said: "The water's usually warm here this time of year. It was yesterday."

"Good," said Gaynor. "Well, we'd better not keep you . We've got to get some breakfast yet."

As they went back into their apartment, Gaynor halted in the doorway and said: "And don't worry about us, Jen, there's no need for the wrap. As far as we're concerned it's secluded up here, no-one else can see us." Then she nodded at Tony: "And we won't be offended if you're naked as well." She grinned, gave a fluttering wave of her right-hand fingers and disappeared inside.

We looked at each other and I supressed a giggle as I looked at the surprise on Tony's face. "There you go big boy. We're all nudists together, let it all hang out all day long."

The next two days settled into a routine: all four of us would breakfast outside without bothering about clothes and then we'd wave at each other at the beach, probably separated by a few rows of sun loungers and parasols. On the third day, we arrived at the beach, found four loungers together and saved two for our neighbours. Tony stood up and beckoned them over when I saw them arrive.

"Thanks a lot," said Charlie, slightly short of breath after plodding through the soft sand. Gaynor, as ever, just strolled along, her long legs easily transporting her swaying hips and jiggling boobs.

I had noticed that Gaynor obviously trimmed her curly dark bush, though it was still dense enough to hide her pussy from view. Charlie was totally bare down there, revealing a neat if slightly puffy mound. I too was unadorned, having recently removed the few wispy hairs which had formed a strip above my pussy.

We spent the day reading, rotating on the loungers to maintain our even tans, frolicked in the water, strolled along the sand and, occasionally, we people-watched and spoke in discreet hushed tones . As with all naturists beaches, the bathers varied in sizes from skinny to almost obese. You didn't have to be a body-beautiful to enjoy the lifestyle. But, as a foursome, we were exceptional and attracted a lot of admiring glances.

I mentioned this to Gaynor and she put her face next to mine and whispered into my ear: "Bet they think what a lucky guy, having those three women all to himself."

She chortled and so did I, shaking my head before repeating the comment in Tony's ear. If he hadn't have been so tanned, I'm sure he would have blushed. Anyway, I think his limp five-incher twitched a couple of times in the next few minutes. "Stop thinking about it," I teased, giving his arm a playful punch.

That night, when Tony and I returned from dinner, Gaynor and Charlie were already out on their balcony, sipping from glasses chinking with ice. Again they had disrobed but had not switched on the balcony light. A chink of subdued lighting filtered out from their room.

I got a bottle of shiraz and Tony took a cold beer from the fridge. Having stripped we went outside and Charlie said: "Welcome, we've just been talking about you two." Her refined accent was somewhat slurred. She took a sip of the dark liquid in her glass and continued: "Yeah, we been trying to work out what you do?" She stifled a burp and muttered "sorry."

"What we do?" I repeated.

"Yes, for a living," cut in Gaynor. "Unless you're filthy rich and don't work, eh?"

"I wish," said Tony.

"Did you come up with any ideas?" I asked.

"Yeah, some," said Charlie. As she paused, Gaynor said: "But we settled on you working in a bank and Tony also having something to do with money, perhaps an accountant, or maybe even working in real estate."

"Wow," I said just as Charlie shoved back her chair and said: "I need the loo" and was gone.

"Wow?" said Gaynor. "Does wow mean we're close."

"Fraid not," said Tony. "But I'll tell you when Charlie comes back." He swigged at his beer and I poured more wine into my glass and then asked: "What about you two? What's your story?"

Huskily, Gaynor said : "Ahhhh, you'd never guess."

The silence was broken by the sound of a cistern flushing and, moments later, Charlie returned. "We're off the mark about these two," said Gaynor and Charlie shrugged in the half-light.

"What do you do, then?" she asked.

I explained that Tony owned a chain of garages which also incorporated a car and van hire business. And I was a glorified bookkeeper. What I didn't reveal, because it would have introduced a sombre note to the conversation, was that Tony's father and mother had started the business and they were killed six years ago in a road accident.

"Yep, we were well off target," said Gaynor.

Tony was quiet, probably reflecting and remembering that tragic day. I squeezed his hand and he forced a smile to the corners of his mouth. Then he took a giant gulp of beer and said: "Right, Gaynor, you said we'd never guess so I'm not gonna try. What do you do?"

Before she would reply, Gaynor insisted that we must accept a drink. She quickly produced two large tumblers filled with ice cubes and the brown liquid which, it transpired, was a very expensive brandy. I sipped and it was strong, burning a course down my throat.

Gaynor didn't sit back down but stood at the iron fencing, her flat tummy pushing against the railing. She was almost in silhouette and the hour-glass shape was outstanding. I saw Tony shift in his chair. 

"We're in the entertainment industry," she finally announced.

"Some would say sex industry," said Charlie, still slurring slightly but leaving her chair to stand next to Gaynor. "Yep, some would," she mused. "But we're not into cheap sordid stuff. Oh no, far from it."

"No, though I say it myself, we're high-class," added Gaynor, her white teeth glowing as she smiled. "High-class escorts for rich men, very rich men. We do private shows, have done a few photo shoots. But not porn."

Tony and I both took gulps of the brandy. "Shocked are you?" asked Charlie.

"No, not at all," I said. "Just surprised."

"Yeah," agreed Tony, "surprised. As you said, we'd never have guessed. But we're not shocked,. Believe me, we are very opened minded when it comes to sex."

"We'd talked about that as well," said Gaynor. "We know your comfortable in your own bodies and being naked in public. And why not? You're both very good-looking and fit. But that doesn't necessarily mean your truly broad-minded, does it?"

My brandy glass was empty, just a few shards of ice remaining, and Charlie took it out of my hand to refill it. While she did that, Tony said: "Enough to say we're not uptight about sex. We enjoy it with each other and have wide tastes, don't we Jen?"

After sipping from my refreshed glass, I nodded and added: "You mention private shows, well we've been to sex shows in Amsterdam and we also enjoy porn movies. But we're not into swapping or orgies or anything like that. We're a happy, loving, sexy couple. That's us." I raised my tumbler: " Cheers."

"I see," said Gaynor. "So neither of you have ever fancied trying another partner."

"No," we said in unison, although I suddenly had a vision of a large black dong and admitted to myself that the thought had more than crossed my mind. In fact, I'd dwelt long and hard (so to speak) on the subject.

"I just wondered, as you both seem so liberated. Ah well," said Gaynor and Tony quickly responded by saying we'd both had sexual experiences before we met and married. But nothing since and we didn't want it. Oh dear, I thought, you might not need anything else but I still wouldn't mind having a giant cock service me. Just once would do!

I woke next morning with a hangover. The strong brandy on top of wine was not my wisest move. Tony seemed okay and offered to cook the eggs for breakfast. I settled for toast and coffee - black!

There was no sight or sound from next door and we assumed they were sleeping in late. At the beach we again saved two extra adjoining loungers, placing towels to reserve them, and settled back. In a short time, I sought shade under the parasol and told Tony I would try to sleep. My stomach was unsettled and my head still fuzzy.

I had a fitful sleep and was aware of hearing Gaynor and Charlie talking across me to Tony.

When I woke, my mouth was dry. I was on my left side and it was an effort to turn onto my back. Drums banged at my temples.

"Are you alright, sleepy head?" said Tony, putting down his novel.

"What time is it?"

He fished in his beach bag, looked at his wristwatch and declared: "Just after two."

I slowly sat up and swung my legs over the side of the lounger. Gaynor was sitting up on her lounger, presumably people-watching through her large dark sunglasses, and I quietly said "Hi." Charlie was on her back, her chest rising and falling with every slow, sleepy breath.

"Sorry, Tony, I'm heading back to the apartment. Think I need to rest in a cool, darkened room."

"Not feeling to good, Jen?" enquired Gaynor, pulling her glasses down her nose and peering over them at me. "I've got some magic tablets for tummy upsets and headaches," she said. 




Big Cock Fantasy Pt. 02



"Thanks, but I think I'll be okay once I get out of this boiling sun."

Gaynor wasn't satisfied. She insisted she'd come back with me, adding: "Tony can keep Charlie company. When she wakes up, that is." She gave a husky chortle, got up and whispered something into Tony's ear. He nodded and smiled at her.

Back at the apartment, I took off my top and shorts and got a bottle of water from the fridge. A light knock-knock sounded at the front door followed by Gaynor's distinct husky voice declaring: "I've got some pills for you, Jen."

I let her in and she handed me the pills.

"What did you whisper to Tony before we left the beach," I asked and swallowed the pills with a gulp of water.

"Nothing, really. I just told him not to worry and that I would look after you. And for him to tell Charlie what was happening. Okay?"

I nodded and Gaynor put one hand on my shoulder and the cool back of her other hand on my brow. "Well, at least you're not burning up girl," she said. "Come on, lay down on the bed."

She grasped my hand and led me the few paces to the bed and I sat. My eyes were level with Gaynor's huge brown aureola and protruding nipples. Only then did it dawn on me that she'd stripped off before coming to the apartment. Her nipples were long and seemed very firm. Automatically, I felt my nipples. They were soft.

"You've got nice tits, Jen."

The comment surprised me and all I could do was reply: "So have you. They're much bigger than mine and not at all droopy. Are they real?"
I couldn't believe what I'd just said but Gaynor snorted. "Sure they're real. Mother Nature blessed me. Something to do with my Jamaican genes from way back I suspect. Gave me this skin tone as well. Anyway, have a feel of these puppies. . . . go on," she said as I hesitated.

So I did. They felt firm, full and yet squashy in my hands. I gently squeezed them and Gaynor softly sighed. I slowly moved fingers across and back over her nipples. They were solid and Gaynor said: "Give them a tweak." So I did. And then I thought: "Jen, what on earth are you doing?"

I'd never touched another woman's breasts. Yet, here I was with someone I barely knew, both of us naked, and me fondling her caramel mounds. What's more, I felt a tingle between my legs and my heart beat was racing.

Gaynor reached down and cupped my globes in her hands and began to mash them together, her thumbs caressing my aroused nipples. "Mmm," she said. "You feel good, very good." Seconds later, she said: "Suck my titties," and put her hands on the back of my head and drew it towards her heaving orbs.

I was on auto pilot, transfixed and under Gaynor's spell. I closed my lips over her left nipple and sucked. She moaned and that encouraged me to rub her other tit and increase my sucking strength. Then I swapped to her right nipple and Gaynor removed her hands from my head. I just carried on sucking and kneading, my eyes closed and savouring the moment. Headache? What headache?

"Oh, Jenny, Jenny, you've made me so wet. Feel me." And Gaynor took my right hand and guided it between her legs. I felt the soft curls of her dark bush in my palm as my fingers slid between her open thighs and found her pussy lips. My middle finger slipped easily between her folds and pierced her damp opening. I rested my cheek on Gaynor's bosom (such soft pillows) and concentrated on finger-fucking her.

"Wow, that's too good," murmured Gaynor and grasped my wrist, pulling my hand from her groin. She looked down at me, teeth exposed as she smiled and said in a very sexy, husky tone: "Stretch out on the bed, Jen. Let's enjoy each other."

I lay down and Gaynor stood on the bed, her long back and big round cheeks facing me. She squatted, her open pussy just above my face, and then leaned forward to put her mouth on my love channel. I squirmed as her tongue licked along my wet slit and then entered my hole. I held Gaynor's firm crouching thighs - and, for the first time in my 35 years, began to lick pussy. The smell, the softness, the juices, they all combined for an exquisite experience. Plus, of course, there was Gaynor treating me to a licking, sucking and finger poking that, I must admit, was a step up even on Tony's expertise.

Miraculously, in what seemed very little time, I felt my orgasm building. I licked and sucked furiously as it built and I lifted my hips off the bed, forcing my pubis onto Gaynor's chin just as she pressed her pussy down on my mouth. I felt a great surge in my groin and the tension in my thighs was eased as juices flooded out of me. Almost in the same instant, Gaynor gasped loudly, wiggled her hips and spurted her sticky fluid onto my tongue and chin.

We were both panting but Gaynor found the strength to roll off me, scoot round and lay with her face next to mine. She raised her left thigh over my tummy, wrapped her arm over my chest and kissed my shoulder. "Thanks," she whispered, "that was great. I've looked forward to that ever since I first saw you."

I didn't know how to reply, didn't really know what I was thinking. I'd just had my first lesbian encounter and wasn't sure why. It just seemed to happen but I knew I'd enjoyed it. We lay quietly and, while I was drained of energy, my tummy pain had gone and my head was only spinning because of what had just happened.

Finally, I turned my head and looked into Gaynor's brown eyes. "I've never been with a lesbian before," I said.

"You still haven't," she said, showing me those white teeth again. "I'm not lesbian, I'm bi-sexual. It pays in my line of work, you know. Charlie's the same."

We lay in silence again before Gaynor asked: "Was it good for you?"

"Mmmm," I said. "It was. Unexpected but good. And, know what, I'm not feeling poorly any more."

Gaynor gave my right tit a gently squeeze. "That's good then. But, tell me truthfully, have you never thought about making out with a woman? Never fantasized?"

I shook my head. "No, never, not even when watching lesbian porn. Tony likes that and threesomes with two women. But me, no, I've always been a girl who likes cock."

Gaynor chortled. "You've done okay with Tony then. From what I've seen of his flaccid cock these past few days, I guess he's got enough to satisfy anyone when he gets hard."

"Yes, I've had no complaints for the past 12 years or more. But ... ." I paused and debated whether I should continue with my revelation. I mean, although we'd just had intimate relations, as they say in higher circles, I didn't truly know Gaynor, did I?

"But . . . but what?" said Gaynor tweaking my right nipple.

Oh well, to hell with it, tell her. "Not long ago, I got excited when Tony and I were watching this DVD and there was a really monster cock. I mean monster with a huge domed helmet. Anyway, Tony, bless him, went out and got a massive black dildo. It's supposedly a life-like replica of an American porn star named Marcus."

"Yes, I know about that guy. That's one big cock, girl."

"Mmmm, it is. Anyway, I struggled to use it, couldn't get it in, hurt too much. But I didn't give up because I wanted to feel a big dick inside me. Wanted to know what it felt like. Finally, a few days later, I managed it. It was great. Painful at first, you know, but great all the same and I had one hell of a climax, even feinted."

"Sounds thrilling," said Gaynor. "So you've fulfilled that fantasy."

"Well, yes and no." I paused again. "Tony doesn't know this and you musn't mention it. After I'd fucked with the dildo I immediately had the urge to try a real cock, real flesh and blood with a man banging away on top of me. See how much cum he'd blast up me." I looked into Gaynor's eyes. "Greedy aren't I?"

Gaynor shook her head. "Not really, it's understandable. You would be curious."

"Yeah, curious, that's it. But I'm afraid it'll just remain that - a fantasy and a curiosity."

"Why's that?" Gaynor leaned up on her right elbow, her left hand sliding down from my tit to settle on my pussy mound.

"Well, I'm truly not desperate enough to go hunting on the internet or anything. I am, I really am, happy with Tony and our sex life. So, that's it. I'm not likely to stumble across a man with a giant cock am I."

"Hold that thought," said Gaynor and got off the bed. "I'll be back." 

I watched her leave via the front door, all naked and with her juices dried on her inner thighs. I felt between my own legs and thought about having a shower. Needed to clean up before Tony returned.

I sat up just as Gaynor came back, her phone in hand. She sat back on the bed, pressed a couple of buttons and then handed me the phone. "What about that?"

The picture was of a thick black cock, lolling against a muscular thigh. "God, that's some dick, Gaynor."

"It is," she agreed, taking the phone from me and clicking more buttons. "Look here," she said.

What looked like the same cock was now in side view, proudly sticking out. Horizontal and very long. Gaynor pressed "play" and I watched with open mouth for the few seconds as the man ran his hand along his shaft before turning to the camera, his bulbous head filling the screen. Then the screen went blank. Gaynor played it again and I was still speechless.

"Is that the sort of the thing you dream about having?' Gaynor laughed, deep and husky. "Course you do. It's bloody obvious, girl." 

"Who is that? Do you know him? Or is it just a clip from a porn movie?"

"Whoa, slow down Jen. Yes, I do know him and he's not a porn actor. Could be, but he's not interested." 

She looked at the phone in her lap for a few moments, clearly pondering her next move. Then Gaynor asked me where I lived and when I replied she said: "That's wonderful. He's only about thirty miles from you. I'll give you my number and when you get home, give me a call sometime and we'll fix something up."

"Really?" I put my arms around Gaynor's shoulders and hugged her, kissing her cheek. "I can't believe this." I shook my head in amazement. What are the odds against meeting someone, who knows someone who ... oh, never mind. "Anyway, just how big is he?" I asked with eyes wide.

"Not exceptionally tall," she said. Then she winked. "But you're asking about his package which is mighty large as you've seen. I've never measured him but, tell me, how big is your dildo?"

I told her and she smiled broadly, white teeth flashing. "You wont be disappointed, Jen. Eleven inches isn't a problem."

I nearly swooned at those words but, before I could say anything else, I heard a familiar voice as the front door opened. "I'll check on Jen and then be out on the balcony with a couple of beers. See you in a few minutes, Charlie."

Tony was surprised to see Gaynor in our bedroom. Probably even more surprised to see us both naked sitting on the bed and the covers somewhat ruffled.

"Oh, hi Gaynor," he said. Looked at me and asked: "How are you now, Jen?"

"She's just fine," said Gaynor, standing up and distracting Tony as her tits jiggled and swayed. "I gave her some pills, we've had a rest together and it's worked like a tonic, hasn't it Jen?" She waved the phone at me, saying "Byeee for now," and she wiggled her way to the door. "See you later," she called, shutting the door behind her.

I looked at Tony and gave him a big smile. "Everything's just fine, honey. I'm gonna have a shower now and then join you on the balcony. But no alcohol for me, just coffee please. And make it very strong and black."

As the warm jets of water sprayed my body, I cupped my pussy with one hand and soaped my tits and tummy with the other, letting the suds roll down between my thighs, all the time thinking about the big cock on Gaynor's phone. My unexpected bi experience, delightful as it was, took a place in the back of my mind.

Instead, I now thought about arranging to be fucked by that big cock. Can I possibly, really, go ahead and do it? When should I approach Tony? How will he react?



Big Cock Fantasy Pt. 03



ON the final night of our holiday, we invited Gaynor and Charlie out for dinner. It would be our treat because, Tony and I agreed, they'd been friendly neighbours and good company. But Tony didn't know exactly how surprisingly good and friendly Gaynor had been to me!

After yet another hot day on the nude beach, the night air was still warm when we walked to the restaurant. We all dressed casually in shorts and tops, except for Gaynor who opted for a silky white dress patterned with pink swirls. There wasn't much material: spaghetti straps and a skirt ending at mid-thigh. It left plenty of caramel-tan flesh on view and, with every hip-swaying stride, the skirt clung to the contours of her long, shapely thighs.

We didn't drink as much wine as the girls. They had another three days in the resort but we had a morning flight and I always avoid too much alcohol on the night before flying. When the girls invited us into their apartment for a final drink, I was reluctant but Tony glanced at his wristwatch and said: "Okay, thanks. But just the one."

Charlie supplied the drinks: brandy over ice for Tony and rather large glasses of white wine for we girls. Clinking glasses, Gaynor toasted: "Happy holidays. Very nice to have met you both."

"Yes, same here," I said. "It's been wonderful."

Gaynor smiled at me and ran her tongue around her lips. Her brown eyes stared straight at me as she said: "I'll let you have my phone number, Jen. We don't live very far from each other and we could meet up some time." She paused. "If you like, that is."

I thought of the photograph of the large black cock stored on Gaynor's phone and her offer to fix up a meeting. It was an offer I was keen - no, not keen, anxious and desperate is more accurate - to accept. "Yes, that'd be good," I said quickly and sipped my wine. Just thinking about my fantasy of being fucked by a giant cock excited me. Now the possibility that it could become reality had my heart racing and my pussy leaking.

Tony looked at me with a quizzical frown. We didn't usually swap contacts at the end of holiday encounters. But he didn't know that this situation was different, very different indeed.

"Yes, it'd be nice to meet up again sometime," said Charlie and added: "You could visit us. It'd be best before the end of summer. We've got a nice pool and we could have a BarBQ. . ."


"Whoa, slow down Charlie, " interrupted Gaynor with a husky chuckle. "We've all got busy lives and these things need arranging."

"Yes, I know but . . ."

"No buts," said Gaynor. "Jen and I will swap numbers and take it from there. Okay?"


Charlie nodded as Tony finished his brandy and got up from his chair. "Okay, that's it then," he declared. "We've got a taxi coming at nine in the morning so I think it's time for us to love and leave you."

He kissed Gaynor and then Charlie on their cheeks and looked at me. I still had a good measure of wine in my glass. "You go along," I said, raising my glass in his direction. "I'm not going to rush this. I'll be there in ten minutes or so."

When Tony had gone, Gaynor got her phone and I recited my number to her. "Good, I'll text you later and then you'll have my number as well."

Charlie had stripped off her clothes, slid open the balcony door and gone out to sit in the balmy night air. We joined her to finish our drinks and she said: "Why don't you pair got undressed?"

"Not me," I said, "I've got to leave here soon and get next door. You never know who might see me out front."


"No need to use the front door, Jen. You could easily straddle over this fence thing," she said, nodding at the waist-high wrought-iron railing that separated our two balconies. "Tony's already opened your door a little to let the air in."

As I debated, Gaynor put down her drink and swiftly lifted the flimsy dress over her head. Her huge, firm tits jiggled and I saw in the half-light that she was naked, no pants or bra. She stepped out of her mules and said: "That's better."

"Better? Blow me, you've hardly been wearing anything all night," I said. "Just that little thin dress which is not much more than a handkerchief anyway."

"Ah, but no clothes at all is best in this heat, isn't it?"

So, I stepped out of my shorts, whipped off my blouse and was left standing in shoes and purple panties, no bra. I sighed as a warm breeze caressed my tanned body.

Gaynor reached out to grasp my left hand and said: "Just had a thought, come with me."

We went back inside the apartment and she picked up her phone. "Think we need a picture of you to show my friend."

"Oh," I said. "Is that necessary?" I wasn't sure about having a near-naked photo of me on someone's phone. 

"No, not necessary but it will help," said Gaynor. "When he sees you in all your glory I know he'll be keener than mustard to meet you."

"I don't know, Gaynor. I trust you and all that but what if it somehow got in the wrong hands. It's a bit too risky, I think."

Gaynor didn't speak, just looked at the phone in her hand. Then she looked up, her brown eyes staring directly into mine, and said: "I'll take one shot and, if you don't like it, if you're not at all comfortable, I'll delete it. Okay?"

I thought, sucked on my inner cheek and then nodded.

"Okay," smiled Gaynor. "Hop up on the bed and kneel with your back to me."

I did as she asked. "No, not on all fours. You're not going have a doggy fuck." She laughed. "Sit up and back on your legs, hands on your thighs."

I complied with her directions. "That's it," she said. "Right, now keep your back straight . . . that's great. Fold your arms and bring them up under your lovely tits . . . that's it, wonderful. Now look down slightly to your left, keep your back straight. . . . great, hold still."

I heard the click of the phone and soon Gaynor gave a low whistle. "Wow, that's hot. Look at you," she said, handing me the phone.

"Mmmm," I said. "That is good."

The picture angle was slightly from rear left. My pantie-clad cheeks looked firm and round as I sat back on my heels, and my tanned back was shapely with just a glimpse of a boob in the crook of my arm. My hair fell forward, concealing most of my face. I knew I couldn't be recognised. Even Tony might struggle to identify me. Well, perhaps not. After more than 12 years I reckon he knows every inch of me.

"What d'you think?"

"Yes, it's fine," I said. "But promise me you'll keep it to yourself. Don't go flashing it about or sending it to anyone."

"Course not," said Gaynor, putting a hand on my shoulder and giving me a gentle squeeze. "Trust me. I'll show it to my friend, that's all."

"Okay, then."

"Then again, I will be looking at it myself quite a lot." And a broad smile flashed sparkling white teeth. "Yes, quite a lot, I think. Ah, memories, memories," she said with a slow shake of her head. 

I studied Gaynor's face and glanced down at her breasts, the flat stomach with the ruby jewel in her navel, her round hips and the dark curly bush. I recalled the taste of her pussy juices from a few days ago, my first experience of same-sex love. The memory of Gaynor between my thighs, licking . . . The moment was shattered when Charlie cried out in a stage whisper: "Have you pair done in there yet?"

I clambered off the bed and Gaynor led the way out to the balcony. Still thinking about the session with Gaynor, I finished my drink, noticing a slight tremor in my hand. I'm like a bitch on heat, I thought.

Placing the empty wine glass on the table I said: "Thanks a lot but I really must be going now. I need my sleep before tomorrow's flight."

Charlie and I exchanged kisses on our cheeks. Her skin was cool in the night breeze but I felt my face was flushed. Gaynor took me in her arms and our breasts squashed against each other as we hugged. I felt her tummy and pubic bone pushing into me as she kissed my cheek and then lips. Then we parted and I walked to the dividing fence. Gaynor held my hand to steady me as I cocked my right leg over the iron railing, followed by my left.

Gaynor handed me my clothes and blew a kiss. "I'll be in touch, Jen."

"Look forward to it," I said and stepped into the cool of my apartment, more than a little flustered.

Tony was already asleep, breathing heavily but not snoring. I tip-toed to the bathroom, sat on the loo and fingered my wet slit. I rubbed and tweaked my clit and, within seconds, I had a minor orgasm. Was it Gaynor? Was it the anticipation of the big cock? Was it a mixture of both? I shook my head, none the wiser. I just knew that I had been aroused and needed that quick masturbatory relief. 

I peed, wiped myself, washed my hands and brushed my teeth. As I entered the bedroom, my phone on the nightstand beep-beeped. A text message. It was an unknown number but when I opened the message I knew it was from Gaynor. I saved her number to my contacts list and the photo of a big black cock to my picture file.

Within a couple of days of returning home, the demands of business dominated our lives. It was almost as if we'd never been on holiday as Tony tackled one problem after another. In our absence, one mechanic had quit. For some weeks, a marked slowing down in car hire had been a cause of concern and this continued. Van hire was still flourishing but two vehicles had been involved in separate incidents which left them extensively damaged. Repairs, even through our own garages, would take some time and it was costly having them off the road.

"It's just one thing after another," Tony said as we drank a post-dinner brandy. He'd told me that our head mechanic Jim had a mate who could fill the vacancy in that department but Tony was concerned about the car hire section. "Don't know what to do about that," he said. "Our prices are competitive but the demand is definitely down. And it's summer. Dread to think what it'll be like come the winter."

Historically, summer was the best time for car hire, mainly because of holidays, and I shared Tony's concerns. But I tried to be optimistic. "Perhaps it's just a blip, just one of those things. It could all improve just as quickly without us doing anything." 

Tony sipped his brandy and stared into his glass. "It would be good to believe that," he sighed. Then, with a quick grin, he said: "But enough of that, Jen. Why don't we put on a film and forget all about work?"

"Sounds good to me, honey," I said. "There's already a new DVD in the machine waiting to be played."

"Right," said Tony and reached for the remote. We snuggled up close on the sofa and he pressed the "play" button. "Aaah," he said as the credits rolled, "another of your big cock specials."

"Yes," I said, pulling down his trouser zip and inserting my right hand. His cock immediately responded. "What more could a girl want than to look at big cocks and at the same time feel her man's warm, thick tool?"

Tony bent to kiss the top of my head and slipped an arm around my shoulders, hugging me and then resting his left hand on my round left tit. My nipple hardened against my bra as his fingers almost casually brushed across my blouse. I lifted his cock out of his trousers and slowly rubbed my fingers up and down his thickening shaft.

At that moment, a monster black cock with enormous helmet appeared on screen and I let out a little gasp and squeezed Tony's cock harder. A petite woman, dressed in the cliche schoolgirl outfit and with her ginger hair sporting pig-tails, slobbered over the dome until she was lifted onto a bed. Her virginal white kickers were quickly and roughly pulled down over knee-length white socks and discarded. The man grabbed both ankles, spread her legs wide and poised his massive knob at her hairless pussy. I held my breath, stopped masturbating Tony and watched enthralled and amazed as, without any preamble or lubrication, the big head disappeared, causing the woman to yell: "Fucking sheeet, ooooh fucking hell."

Tony moved his arm from my shoulders. His fingers, which had toyed with my nipple, now tugged aside my panties and started to slide along my wet slit. I resumed rubbing Tony's firm erection as the monster on screen pushed deeper and deeper, slid back and forth, then deeper still, pussy lips clinging to the impressive girth. Suddenly, bringing another gasp from me and a cry from the heroine on screen, the entire length snaked in. Balls slapped heavily against her raised cheeks as the mammoth tool drove up and down, in and out, relentlessly. Now the woman rocked her hips to meet each thrust and I could only marvel at the way she enthusiastically accommodated the exceptional length and girth. Oh, if that was only me!

I felt Tony's cock pulsing in my palm and he wriggled, thighs taut. I increased hand speed and murmured: "C'mon honey, let it go, shoot it all for me."

Seconds later, I said: "Oh my god, oh yes, that's tremendous . . ."

Tony's cum had spurted fiercely - jetting three or four streams - splashing on my right thigh and drooling stickily down my hand and between my fingers. But, on screen, the huge cock had been withdrawn in time to release powerful soaring arcs of semen which landed on belly, tits, face and hair. At that sight, I bucked my hips, pushing my clit against Tony's fingers, and came with a great sigh of relief and pleasure. We both sat panting, my hand around Tony's subsiding cock and his fingers crooked in my sopping pussy.

We stared at the close-up on the screen of the woman's gaping hole and I wondered, yet again, just how that must feel.

Tony kissed my lips. "Thanks, that was great," he said.

"Mmmm, thank you," I said as the action on screen changed. A buxom black woman was on her knees surrounded by a group of six or seven naked men. All sported throbbing erections. None looked less than eight inches.

As the woman began to suck, lick and use both hands on the gathered joy sticks, Tony asked: "Want to try your dildo, Jen?"

"Think I just might," I smiled, automatically opening my thighs at the thought of the 11inch black toy. I stripped off as Tony fetched my monster from the bedroom.

With practice, I had become more relaxed with the huge plastic dong but it still hurt on penetration and this night was no exception. It took a minute or so and lots of lube before my pussy was stretched enough to admit entrance. When I'd eventually got about half the length inside, I wriggled forward to the edge of the sofa and stood up. I turned to face Tony and his gaze immediately fell to my pussy and the black toy hanging out of it.

"What do you think? Does that look good, honey?"

Tony, too, was now naked and I noticed his cock twitching. "Yes, your pussy looks heavenly. You really can take it now, can't you?"

In reply, I raised my right leg, bent at the knee, and placed my foot on the arm of the sofa. The dildo was still firmly wedged in my tunnel. The noise of sucking and slurping coming from the screen was simply an erotic background accompaniment as, with both hands, I pulled the thick baton up my tender but eager hole. Tony began to play with his burgeoning cock and it was soon stoutly standing to attention. I needed only a few long strokes of my black friend to start an orgasm building. Before I was too far along, I hastily withdrew the tool, dropped it on the floor and quickly straddled a somewhat startled but happy Tony. His throbbing flesh easily slid into my yawning cavern and I rode him feverishly. Although there was a void and looseness after being stretched so wide, I managed to contract enough to feel Tony's proud cock. 

"Oh yes, Tony, that feels great," I yelled in encouragement as I bobbed up and down, my hands behind me on his thighs and my tits bouncing in front of his face. When he expanded before release, I gratefully felt his engorged dome deep in me. The hot blast of soaking fluid could not have come at a better time. I, too, squirted and collapsed forward onto his shoulder. Tony wrapped his arms around me. Again we were breathing heavily as our mingled juices oozed out, dampening his pubic hairs and forming slick lines on my inner thighs.

"Now, that was great," I whispered breathlessly in Tony's ear. 

And I meant it. But, once again, I couldn't help imagining what it would feel like to have a truly big cock filling me, fucking me and finally erupting, flooding me with hot cum.

Yes, I admitted to myself, it was now an obsession and one that wouldn't go away. I'd settle for just the one experience. Honest!

It was a Saturday, almost three weeks later, when Gaynor telephoned. I was in the garden, reclining topless on a lounger, when the call came. I was immediately excited - and yet nervous - when I looked at the caller identity.

"Hi Gaynor, how are you?"

"Smashing thanks, Jen," came the husky voice. "Been a bit busy since we got back so that's why I haven't rung sooner."

"Oh, that's okay. It's been a bit hectic around here as well. A few problems with the business needed sorting."

"Nothing serious, I hope."

"No, no, not really. Just business, you know. There's always something. Anyway, everything's fine."

"That's good then." After a brief pause, she asked: "Are you okay to talk at the moment? You know . . . personal stuff?"

"Yes, " I said. "Matter of fact, I'm lazing out here in the garden all on my own, topping up my tan and getting through a bottle of Shiraz. Tony's gone off to play golf."

"Sounds like a nice day. Charlie and I have got a double date tonight so I thought I'd call you before starting to pamper myself. Must look good for the clients."

"I'm sure you'll look wonderful . . . both of you," I said, bringing to mind Gaynor's caramel-complexion and awesome figure.

Gaynor chuckled, a throaty rattle. "Yeah, right you are, Jen." Another pause, then: "Anyway, the reason for the call . . ."

Pressing the phone to my ear, I felt sweat on my palm. The big cock photo guy! Was it possible? Had he said yes? 

" . . . I spoke to my friend and he fell in love with your picture. I told him you were much, much better in the flesh. Soooo," she dragged it out, "are you still willing and wanting? Or is that stupid question?"

Was I willing? Yes, of course. I was over-the-moon-ecstatic at the prospect of turning my fantasy into reality.

"Yes, I sure am." My heart-beat was racing and I wiped my brow with the back of my free hand.

'Thought as much. Now then, one thing, does Tony know yet?"

"Er, no, he doesn't," I replied slowly. "To be honest, that is a serious problem. I really don't know how to approach him, how to tell him or even ask him. I just don't know what to do."

"I see . . . Do you think he'll be upset? To be honest, I thought he was a guy who would support you, be happy for you to have what you want in the sex department."

"He supports me absolutely, Gaynor. As I told you, we have a very active sex life and have shared lots of experiences. But, we've never been with anyone else. I don't know whether he'd go along with that or not."

"How would you feel about him being with another woman?"

I considered the question, knew what Gaynor was hinting: What if the shoe was on the other foot? If he had a fantasy? "Truthfully, I don't know. It would depend on circumstances, I think. I can't actually picture Tony fucking with anyone else but, I daresay, he feels the same about me. Difficult, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. It's a problem. But, Jen, and this is the point, if you're ever going to have your way with a big cock, it's a problem you've got to overcome. Otherwise, it will never happen, will it?"

"No, no, you're right, I suppose." We were both silent for a few seconds. "Got any ideas?" I asked.

"Other than you just asking Tony straight out?"

"Yes, other than just blurting it out. Any suggestions?"

"I've got one. But, tell me, if he says 'no' is that it? Will you forget all about your fantasy?"


It was one hell of a question. "Now that's putting me on the spot, Gaynor. After 12 years of happy marriage, I'd like to think I would go along with Tony's decision. But I do keep thinking about being fucked by a big cock. In fact, I'm going crazy thinking about it. Even now as we speak I'm getting wet. Bloody hell, Gaynor, what am I gonna do?"




Big Cock Fantasy Pt. 03



"Calm down, girl," said Gaynor with another chuckle. "You'll have a heart attack carrying on like that."

I laughed lightly into the phone. "It's okay for you to talk. I bet you've had a big cock and know what it's all about."

"That's the truth, Jen. I've had me a few in my time and I expect to have a few more before I'm done." Her husky laugh filled my ear. "Okay, Jen, listen up. Two Saturday's from now, Charlie and I are having a summer party. You know, a few drinks and bits to eat around the pool. Just a few friends, no more than a dozen all told and we want you and Tony to come. You can stop overnight if you wish."

"Sounds lovely," I said. "I'll tell Tony tonight. But what about . . ."

Gaynor cut in: "This is my plan. My friend is invited, of course, and I'll tell him about your situation with Tony. What I suggest is that we just see what happens, go with the flow, see how things develop or not on the day. No pressure, no need to say anything to Tony if you don't want."

"Mmmm, I see what you're saying." I thought a bit more. "I'm not quite sure how I'll feel or behave knowing that there's a man there ready to feed me his big cock. But, okay, I think that's a plan we can work with, Gaynor. Well done and thanks."

"No problem, Jen. And, by the way, my friend is a professional escort but there'll be no charge if you two do get it on."

"Oh, I'd never thought about that. How naive of me!"

Gaynor laughed again. "Never mind, Jen, just have a word with Tony about the party and let me know. Stopping overnight would be fab. It'll be good to see you again."

"Yes, sure, and you too. Give our love to Charlie."

"Of course - and ours to Tony."

"Okay, Gaynor, thanks for the call and . . . arranging everything. Oh, by the way, what's your friend's name?"

"Ah," said Gaynor. "His professional name is Justin. It's a bit of a joke really, a play on words, because when he's performing I can tell you he's more than just in." 

She laughed loudly and then said: "With that thought I'll leave you. Byeee . . . talk to you later."

The party plan hit an immediate snag. The date clashed with Championship weekend at Tony's golf club. They play 36-holes - a round on Saturday and another on Sunday - and it is the biggest competition of the summer. And one that Tony never misses.

My heart sank when Tony pointed out the clash. "Well, never mind," I said quietly. "It would have been nice to see them again and have a weekend away. But your golf comes first."

"Perhaps they'll invite us another time," said Tony, smiling hopefully.

"Mmmm, maybe, who knows? Anyway, that's that. I'll give Gaynor a call tomorrow and let her know the bad news." I stressed 'bad news' and my voice clearly expressed disappointment.

Tony looked at me for a few seconds. "Why don't you go?"

"What, without you?"

"Yes, why not? After all, I think they're mainly your friends. It's a woman's thing, isn't it? I doubt whether they'll miss me. It's you they really want to see."

"No, the invitation is for us both . . ."

"Look," Tony interrupted, "of course they would invite us both. It's only polite and I would've enjoyed a weekend break. But, let's put it this way, I'm sure they'd rather see you on your own as against neither of us turning up. Yes, you go, have some fun. I'll be at the golf club most of the weekend anyway. So that works out perfect."

I pondered what Tony had said. Being honest, I was totally swayed by the big cock prospect. I didn't think too objectively and didn't really consider what might happen. The possible consequences never crossed my mind. At that moment, I was too excited to be rational.

"Okay, Tony, I think you're right. It could work out to be perfect."

On the Friday afternoon before the big weekend, I had a good workout at the gym and Tony took me out for dinner at my favourite Italian restaurant. 

By the time we got home and prepared for bed, he was obviously quite horny. His cock was already semi-erect when he got under the duvet and I teased him. "I thought you athletes had to avoid sex before an important match," I said, casually fondling his balls and planting a kiss on his nose.

"Stuff that nonsense," he said, introducing one then two two fingers into me. "I'm not an athlete and, if I was, I'd give up if I couldn't make love to my beautiful wife whenever I fancied."

"You're a sweet-talking man," I said and twenty or so minutes later we both lay on our backs, perspiring and sated. It had been a good session, mutual foreplay evolving into the doggy position, then reverse cowboy and, finally, missionary, which is still my No. 1 choice. 

I thought how fortunate I was to have such a loving, caring husband and lover. "If you play golf half as good as you've just performed, you'll be champion this weekend," I said softly. 

"Now who's sweet talking?" he laughed, his right hand playfully squeezing my left thigh.

Thankfully I didn't encounter any problems on the morning drive. SatNav behaved itself with accurate directions and the sun appeared to greet me as I reached the picturesque hamlet where Gaynor and Charlie lived. Having gone through the village centre with its sprinkling of shops, I turned at the next left onto a tree-lined avenue where houses were set-back from the road. I pulled up at the entrance to the third house on the right and confirmed the number on the gate-post before proceeding up a drive to the huge red-brick house.

Admiring the extensive exterior of the property through my windscreen, I switched off the engine and opened the door. At the same instant, Charlie, in matching white shorts and crop top, emerged from the house and trotted towards me, arms spread wide.

"Great to see you," she said, enveloping me into a warm hug and then leaning back, our hands clasped. "You do look well, Jen. Love the outfit."

I wore a lemon skirt which hugged my hips and firm buns but was free-flowing in pleats from the crotch. My white cotton top was sleeveless, cut square and low enough across my chest to reveal a hint of cleavage.

"Well thanks. You look great, too, Charlie. Looks like the sun's bleached your hair since I last saw you."

"Nah," she said, shaking her head. "It's had a little help from the hairdressers. But there's nothing else false about me." She giggled. "C'mon let's get inside. Didn't have any trouble finding us, did you?"

"No, very straightforward." I leaned into the car and removed my overnight bag from the passenger seat. "Is it okay to park here?"

"Sure, perfect. C'mon, I'll show you around."

The house was huge. Five bedrooms, all en suite, a dining room with table-settings for twelve, vast kitchen with breakfast bar, and a lounge with patio doors opening on to a lush green lawn and kidney-shaped pool. Chairs, loungers and tables were scattered around the area and mature trees and a wooden fence ensured privacy.

My room had a small balcony and it overlooked the pool. "Like it?" asked Charlie.

I nodded. "It's a lovely room. In fact, the whole house is beautiful. The escort business must pay well." Oops. I put my hand to my mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry Charlie, that's rude of me."

"Not at all," she said, a grin on her elfin face. "The business does pay well but this place isn't ours. Well, it is, but not really."

I was puzzled at the contradiction and Charlie quickly added: "Sorry, I'm confusing you, aren't I? I'm like that, I'm afraid. Bit scatty and don't always stop to think what I'm saying. But I'm sure you know that from our holiday together."

I smiled as Charlie frowned in serious thought. "What I mean to say is, we don't own the place. We rent it." Then she giggled. "A perk of the job, really."

"Oh," I said and waited for an explanation.

"Yep, a client of mine owns this place. He's a very, very wealthy widow, worth multi-millions. He lives away most of the year. He's got mansions and apartments around the world. Some are private and some are investments. Like the holiday apartments we had. An agency leases them out and some big travel companies have options on them for high season."

"Right," I said. "We've always fixed our own flights and booked the apartment through an on-line booking company."

"Yep," Charlie nodded. "That's how it works. We can stay anytime there as long as it's not booked. Another perk, eh?" Before I could answer, Charlie switched direction. "Empty your bag and come down when you're ready. I'll be around the pool."

"Right," I said. "Is Gaynor about?"

"Ah, no, not at the moment. She was working last night but she's due back any time soon." She paused and then shrugged her shoulders, her small but perky boobs quivering with the movement. "There's been a slight change of plan but we'll tell you about that in a bit. See you at the pool."

And she left the room, leaving me perplexed. Change of plan? Why didn't Charlie stop to explain, tell me what's happening? Oh well, as she says, she is a bit scatty and sometimes speaks before fully engaging brain.

It took only minutes to unload my bag. Gaynor had said the weekend would be totally informal and I hadn't packed much in the way of clothes: casual tops, a pair of shorts and a bikini. Plus what I was wearing and pairs of panties, no bra.

The big house was very quiet as I descended the stairs into the hall, strode through the lounge and out into the garden. The sun was hot and Charlie was sitting up on a lounger, two tall glasses of wine and a bottle in an ice bucket on the table at her side. She was - surprise, surprise! - naked, except for owl-like sunglasses.

I walked to the spare lounger next to the drinks table and picked up a glass. "Cheers," I said and Charlie mimicked the action. "Mmmm, that's nice. Cool and dry."

"You're overdressed, Jen. Why don't you get comfortable?"

I smiled. "I've brought a bikini but I wasn't sure what to do. I mean, you've said there's been a change of plans."

"Did I? Oh yes, I did." Charlie paused. "Truth is, I shouldn't have said anything. Gaynor was going . . ."

Before she could complete the sentence, a familiar husky voice rumbled across the lawn: "There you are."

Gaynor, clad in tight stonewashed jeans and denim shirt which was tied in a bow under her bouncy breasts, kicked off her heels and walked barefoot across the lawn towards us. We hugged, kissed lips briefly, and Gaynor said: "It's great to see you, Jen. Everything okay?"

"Fine," I said, "lovely to be here. It's a great house."

"Yep, all thanks to Charlie here," and she leaned down to kiss her friend.

"Yes, she told me about the perks of the job."

Gaynor smiled. "So, how's Tony? Pity he couldn't come."

"He's fine." I glanced at my wristwatch. It was just approaching noon. "He'll be at the club now and thinking of nothing but golf. If I'm not careful, I could become a golf widow very easily, you know."

They both laughed. "Doubt that very much," said Gaynor. "Not with a beautiful, desirable wife like you. I'm sure your holes give him more pleasure than any of those at his golf course."

It was my turn to laugh.

"I've told Jen there's been a change of plans," said Charlie. "Sorry, didn't mean to. It just came out. Sorry." 

Gaynor shook her head and familiar gold hooped earrings bumped against her cheeks. "Ah well, what do you think, Jen?"

"Think? I asked.

Charlie butted in. "No, I didn't tell Jen what's happening. Just that we'd had a change of plan."

"Right," said Gaynor and looked at me, brown eyes sizing up my skirt and top, and then glancing at her naked friend. "Think we're both overdressed here. Let's get rid of these clothes and I'll explain what's going on." She reached for my hand and led me back to the cool of the house.

As we climbed the stairs, Gaynor asked whether I'd brought swimwear. She thought the bikini was a good idea for later. For now, be naked. So, I slipped out of my clothes, and stood in front of the full-length mirror.

"Perfect, lovely," came the husky voice from the doorway. I turned and naked Gaynor smiled at me. "I've missed you," she said.

I felt my face flush and Gaynor quickly said: "My, I do believe I've embarrassed you."

I gave a corner-of-the-mouth weak smile. "I've often thought about . . . well, that day when I wasn't well and how you . . . well, looked after me."

"Jenny, Jenny, no need to be nervous or shy," said Gaynor crossing the room and pulling me into a hug. She kissed my cheek and she ran fingers lightly down my spine. After a few moments, Gaynor broke the silence. "We've got all weekend and I know you're here for something special."

She leaned back and stared into my eyes. As I began to speak, she put a forefinger to my lips. "Shush now, Jen. Don't say anything. You want a big cock and you shall have a big cock. But, before you leave, we will be together again. Okay?"

It was my turn to pull Gaynor into a hug. Our breasts squashed against each other and my pussy mound nestled on her thigh. "Okay," I muttered into her shoulder. "But what's the change of plans?"

Lounging around the pool, drinks in hand, Gaynor explained the schedule. Originally, it would have been a pool party with guests arriving from two o'clock. Now it would not start until five and, instead of a dozen or so guests, it was restricted to nine. The other six were: the millionaire owner of the house and two other agency girls, the couple from next door - and Justin.

At the sound of his name, I reached for my wine. I sipped - no, gulped - and my chest heaved dramatically as I inhaled deeply in an attempt to control my excitement and expectations. The truth was now hitting home. In a few short hours, I would be meeting Justin, the big cock photo man, in the flesh. Oh God, what to do? I so want the experience. But what about Tony? Could I really go behind his back to satisfy my craving, my lust, my fantasy, my curiosity? In fact, would I commit adultery?

You silly woman, I thought. Here you are, naked on a lounger, having travelled with one purpose in mind - and now you're getting cold feet. Tony will never know, one voice said in my head. But you will, said another. I closed my eyes and leaned back, arguing with myself until I remembered Gaynor's words: "Go with the flow, see how things develop or not." Yes, that's what I'll do.

Caterers arrived at four and that was the signal for we girls to shower and prepare to party. "Bikini time," said Gaynor, adding: "I've put a kimono-style wrap on your bed for you."

I was selecting a few grapes at the buffet table when the neighbours arrived. A couple in their mid-forties I estimated. John and Helen and both wore robes and deck shoes.

Next to come through the patio doors, with Charlie hanging on his arm, was Mr Millionaire. He had slicked-back thinning hair, carried a little weight on his medium frame, and a thick gold chain nestled among his greying chest hairs. He was heavily bronzed. About 60, I thought, as Charlie approached and declared in her best socialite voice: "Evan this is Jen, our latest new friend."

"Enchanted," said Evan, taking my hands and kissing the backs of both. He wore a sparkling diamond ring on the pinky of his right hand. "You are lovely, my dear, and we shall get to know each other better, I'm sure."

I nodded and smiled at this confident man. "My pleasure to meet you."

Evan grinned, one gold tooth in the upper right corner of his mouth. "I understand your husband cannot be here with us. That's a shame."
"Yes," I said, surprised that he knew anything about me or why I was alone. "Guess I'm a bit of a golf widow."

"I don't believe that for one moment. I think this must be a rare, one-off occasion," he said, smiling and giving me a knowing nod of his head and heading for the bar.

Trailing in his wake were a willowy blonde with long legs and a curvy asian girl whose raven tresses stopped just short of her jiggling buttocks. Both wore bikinis, the blonde's was black and the asian's white.

"Two of Evan's latest stars," said Gaynor at my elbow. "The blonde is Karen and the other goes by the name of Miranda."

"Latest stars?" I queried.

"That's right. Bit like Hefner and his bunnies. Charlie's been his favourite for over three years now but he always has something fresh in the larder." Gaynor smiled. "It's the way of his world. He's got the money, he's generous," she swept her arm around the scene, "and we all know the score. It's all very discreet, you know, nothing sordid. He pays, he gets."

"Charlie told me he was worth millions and had properties everywhere."

"Yep, worth millions and millions. I reckon the escort agency is just a hobby and means he's never without the company of attractive, willing women."

"Oh, you work for him? It's his agency?"

Gaynor nodded. "He owns it but I doubt he earns any money from it. We pay a small sum from every job but I think that pays for the office, advertising and the managerial side. Also, what's especially good about this agency, Evan has a lot of very rich contacts."

Gaynor didn't embelish but looked at me with a knowing tilt of her head. I smiled back.

An hour into the gathering, I was standing in the pool with Miranda, the warm water lapping over our chests, when he arrived. It just had to be Justin. Gaynor escorted him through the patio doors, holding his hand and leading him towards the pool. He was slightly taller than Gaynor, but under 6ft, and was well-built without being muscular. He wore a blue T-shirt with matching knee-length trunks. He wasn't black-skinned, more dark chocolate.

"Someone here wants to meet you," said Gaynor as they stood on the poolside.

I looked up as Miranda turned her head to see who had arrived. "Hi Jen," said Justin. "Mind if I join you?"

I gulped like a besotted tongue-tied schoolgirl. "No," I began croakily and coughed. Trying again I managed: "Course not. Please," and spread my right arm as if making a bullfighter's pass.

Justin pecked Gaynor's cheek, she patted his buttocks. In a swift movement, Justin removed his T-shirt. His chest was firm and his stomach flat with just a hint of a tummy bulge at the waistband. He walked down the steps and waded across to join us.

He shook my hand and then kissed Miranda's cheek. Clearly, they knew each other.

Justin was adept at small talk and he soon had me answering questions, probing about my life and likes and dislikes. Miranda decided it was time to catch some rays and we were alone in the pool until the couple from next door dived in and swam around for a few minutes.

"I must say that Gaynor was absolutely right," he suddenly said.

"About what?" I asked.

"You." He smiled, showing even, white teeth and a broad tongue. That tongue could work wonders I mused as Justin said: "You're even more lovelier than in the photograph."

"You can't see much of me in here," I said.

"You've got a pretty face," he said. "And the water is clear enough for me to see your body." I looked into eyes that were like chocolate drops in snow.

"Well, while the compliments are flying, I'll tell you that I like what I see. You're a handsome man Justin and you have a nice build. Not too many muscles," I said and brazenly stroked his left bicep. "I'm not into big men."

"Oh, that's not what I was led to understand," he said, his eyebrows rising in mock surprise.

I put a hand to my mouth and shook my head, realising what I'd just said. The image of the big cock photo jumped into my brain. Justin continued to smile at me until I dropped my hand onto the surface of the water and splashed his torso. "You're a cheeky young man," I said, laughing. "I'm trying my hardest to behave here, you know."

Justin still mocked me, holding up his hands in surrender. "Sorry, but I couldn't resist it."

It was my turn. "Maybe I wont be able to resist either," I said and lowered my gaze to look into the water and back up at his beaming face.




Big Cock Fantasy Pt. 03



So, there we were, looking at each other, thinking who knows what thoughts. Justin then reached out and we instantly waded a step to meet, arms looping round to hug. He planted a kiss on my brow and I turned my head to rest my face on his damp chest. We stayed like that for a few minutes, water washing between us and the sun hot on our backs.

"I've had enough of the water for now," I said and looked up into his eyes. "I want to sit in the sun while it's still warm. Coming?"

Justin laughed. "You bet," he said. "Lead the way, Jen. I want to watch you walk up the steps."

So I did, swinging my hips as I stepped up out of the pool, and made for the lounger where I had left my robe and towel. Justin's trunks were dripping and my bikini, what little there was of it, clung to me. I started to pat dry my chest and shoulders and looked around the garden. Everyone, including the two catering ladies and the man tending the bar, were naked.

"Well," I said, "looks like we don't need these wet things."

Justin nodded, also glancing around. "It's usually pretty informal at Evan's gatherings."

"And the girls," I said. "They made that obvious when we were on holiday."

I dropped the towel onto the lounger and then whipped the bikini cups up and over my head to set my tits jiggling free. I bent to pick up the towel and Justin said: "Very nice tits." 

"Thanks, glad you like them." And I covered them with the towel, patting myself dry. My nipples were stiff under the soft cloth. Right foot on the lounger, I leaned to wipe my leg and foot and did likewise with the left. That was me dry. Except for the small area covered by my bikini pants.

Justin said: "You haven't dried your back. Here, let me do it." He came up behind me and took the towel out of my hands and gently rubbed my back and shoulders. He kissed between my shoulder blades and then patted my buttocks. "You're done," he said.

I felt awkward. We were naked all but for vital areas. My pussy was alive and I desperately wanted to see Justin's cock. It was just feet away but hiding somewhere in his wet but loose trunks. So close and yet still not mine. I wasn't sure what to do, what I wanted to do. Did I want him to reveal it now, with all these other people about? Wouldn't it be better in private? Shouldn't it be an intimate moment? And, once it was exposed, what then? Would I let Justin fuck me? If so, what would I ever say to Tony? Or would I just be a cheat and say nothing?

Justin broke into my thoughts. "Think there's a problem, Houston," he said, smiling at me. "I guess you're wondering what to do now." He pulled at his trunks waistband. "I could just take these off. But is that what you want? Or do you want a private viewing?"

Bloody hell, I thought, a mind reader.

"I can see you thinking about it," he said. "But, in the meantime, I'd like you to remove your briefs. After all, you need to dry yourself properly."

I shook my head. "No need really, the sun will dry them quite quickly."

"Okay," he said. "But I know you normally swim and sunbathe nude."

I said nothing, turned my back to Justin and undid the ties at my hips. The tiny piece of damp cloth fell to the ground and I picked up the towel to dry off.

"My God. You. Are. Beautiful," said Justin slowly as I turned to face him. "It's a pleasure to look at you but I do want to hold you and feel all your gorgeous body."

Okay, he was a professional escort and versed in flattery. But the intensity of his words sent shudders through me. He wanted me! And I wanted him. I couldn't deny that any longer.

The back of my lounger was in the upright position. I sat down, swung my legs up and leaned back, turning my head to face him.

"I'm flattered," I said. "But you're holding back, aren't you, standing there in those sopping trunks. I think it's time to reveal all, don't you?"

"If that's what you want, Jen."

He turned away from me and slid the wet trunks down his legs and stepped out of them. The backs of his legs were lean, his calves sturdy. And his cheeks were pear shaped. Like I had done earlier, he bent at the waist to dry himself with his back to me. I watched as his long muscles rippled and I held my breath as he placed the towel on the floor and then stood upright. Where should I look? At his face or down there?

Slowly, he turned. Time seemed to stop. I was still not breathing. I looked at his face and his lips parted in a smile. His chest steadily expanded and contracted. His breathing was controlled, not like mine. His stomach was firm and, yes, there was a slight pot belly forming low down.

I cannot say much about his thighs except to say that, between them, hung the object of my fantasy. His pubic hairs were trimmed, manicured even, sitting just atop his thick shaft under which his big balls sac was tight up against his groin. One thick vein meandered along the top of the baton until it reached his dome. And what a dome! A plum colour, it was slightly thicker than his shaft and looked to be at least two inches long. 

"Okay, Jen?"

I blinked and, finally, exhaled. "Yes, oh yes," I uttered. "Please, sit down, let me get my breath back."

I tried to control my heart beat, my racing pulse and uneven breathing. The excitement was overwhelming and I looked across to where Gaynor was standing, drinking, with the next door couple. She raised her glass at me and smiled. I nearly knocked over my glass as I reached with a trembling hand. I managed to raise it in salutation and bring it to my lips.

Justin was now sitting on his lounger, legs stretched along the mattress, but his cock was laying on his right thigh.

"Just like your photo pose," I said. Justin drank some wine and I asked: "Tell me, how big is that now? I'd guess at about eight inches."

"Very close," he said. "You're about an inch short."

I thought about that. Two inches longer than a fully-erect Tony. And, amazing to comprehend, only about an inch less than I managed with my black dildo. But, I reckoned my dildo was bigger in circumference and the mushroom head was definitely larger.

"What's the biggest you've had?"

"Well, that would be Tony. He's a good seven inches and thick with it," I announced proudly. "I've got a big dildo as well. Ten inches and very, very thick. To be honest, I struggle to get the thing in."

Justin laughed. "Toys aren't so manageable, not so pliable," he said. "This thing," and he lifted his cock in his right palm as if weighing it, "is much more gentle. I promise you." He let it flop back on his thigh.

"Glad to hear it," I said. "And what about erect? How big do you get?"

"Normally, when I'm ready to enter, it's about 11inches. Not fully hard, you understand. I find most women like that. Of course, I've had some who just can't accept it, can't take it in."

I nodded. "I can understand that. But you said not fully hard."

"Yes. Firm but not solid. That comes later."

"Later?"


"When the lady is fully open and receptive. You know, when you've got fully lubricated and expanded and can relax and enjoy the girth. Then, when we're making love, I'll thicken and grow a bit more."

Making love? Not fucking? I liked that. "So, you've no idea how big it gets exactly."

"Almost. There was a time when Charlie pulled me off. She gives an excellent hand job, by the way. First class. Anyway, Gaynor stood by with a tape and as I was about to come she measured me. It was all a bit of fun."

"I bet. And what were the measurements?"

"According to Gaynor, it was virtually 13inches long, six inches around the shaft and eight around the head."

I gave that some consideration. I knew Tony's wrist was seven inches round and his forearm from elbow to wrist was a fraction over 10inches. Tony's arm in my pussy? Never! I looked again at the flesh lolling on Justin's thigh and sighed. Could I take it in? Or would I be one of those women who couldn't, however much they desired it?

What I knew at that moment is that I must try. Sorry, Tony, I love you very much but a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do . . .



Big Cock Fantasy Pt. 04



I HAD reached a decision. It wasn't easy coming to a conclusion and I didn't reach it without much heart and soul searching. The step I was about to take was immense but I knew I couldn't waste the opportunity. The big black cock of my fantasy was no longer a dream. It was here, only a few feet away and available for my gratification.

The monster which I had for so long yearned to hold, taste and have probing deep inside me, was barely an arm's length away, lolling regally on Justin's right thigh.

I was hungry for it. I needed to satisfy my curiosity and finally discover exactly how it felt to be impaled by a foot of thick, human flesh. Forget my rigid 11inch silicone dong, I wanted the real thing, not a toy.

Such was my overwhelming crazy desire, I was prepared to cheat on my loving husband. Yes, of course I considered Tony and the extremely happy sex life that we still shared and loved after 12 years together. And I knew that I was technically preparing to commit adultery. But this wasn't an affair, not something to jeopardize our marriage: it was me selfishly planning to feed a craving, to fulfil a fantasy and embark on a journey of sexual discovery. And, afterwards, I would get on with my life again. I would be able to stop dwelling and obsessing about the unknown. One lifetime's experience, that's all I needed, and Justin was here, on hand, for that purpose. 

As a professional escort, he was an ideal partner and there was absolutely no loose ends to worry about, no strings attached. We both knew what our impending union was all about: he would supply the physical solution to satiate my desire. What could be more simple? 

"I'd like something to eat, what about you?"

Justin's question broke into my thoughts. "Yes, that sounds like a good idea," I said. "But first I need to powder my nose."

"Okay," said Justin and stood up from his lounger. His meaty member flapped inches from my face as he offered his hands to help me rise. Somehow, I resisted the temptation to take him in my hands and feed his glorious plum head into my mouth. Instead, I held his hands and stood up.

"Thank you kind sir. You have perfect manners. Comes with the job, I suppose."

"I've always tried to be polite, especially with gorgeous women," he said, looking from my face down to my proud breasts and their pink nipples which hardened under his steady gaze. "And yes, you're right, an escort must pamper his lady friends."

"I look forward to being pampered," I said, "and being properly served." I looked down at his super dark man-tool which hung heavily between his lean thighs and then I turned and walked towards the house. You brazen hussy, I told myself.

Justin strolled at my side and rested an arm across my shoulders. "You know I get all kinds of women to serve, all shapes and sizes and ages," he said softly. "They want all different kinds of things. But it's rare I come across a beauty such as you. It'll be my pleasure to do whatever you desire."

My heart pounded and my knees weakened at the thought of his mighty wand working its magic in me. "That's very gallant of you again," I managed to say. "You sure know how to make a woman feel desirable."

"But you are desirable. It's not just words or flattery, you are a very attractive woman and your husband is an extremely lucky man."

Oh dear, why did he mention husband? Let's be honest, what was coursing through my mind and body didn't make Tony a lucky husband at all.

"You get your food and I'll pop up to my room and freshen up. I'll be back in a few moments," I said and headed for the patio doors, sensing that Justin was watching my wiggling rear end.

The bathroom was cool and I sat wondering and debating whether I was doing the right thing. What if Tony fucked another woman? What if he had a fantasy about fucking a black woman or a woman of any other race? Japanese? Chinese? Or what if he had anal sex with someone, an activity I didn't fancy at all? How would I react to his infidelity? Could I merely accept it because he'd fulfilled a fantasy? Would it be a test of my love for him? If I let him satisfy a craving would it prove my love was strong? If it made him happy, gave him pleasure, should that be good enough for me, too? Or would I be jealous and feel cheated? 

I dribbled a few drops of pee and wiped myself. As I pressed the tissue between my legs, I thought: My pussy has got a lot to answer for, hankering after giant cock and not being content with Tony's fatter-than-average 7incher. Many women would love to have him penetrating their channel. Oh dear, what am I doing?

I flushed the toilet and swilled my hands under warm water, looking at my reflection in the mirror above the washbasin. I had a golden tan, my luxuriant fair hair which framed my face and ended at my jaw line was a little lighter thanks to weeks in the sun. My teeth were straight and white and my lips . . . well I needed to add some colour. I applied lipstick and, buffing up my hair with both hands, said: "It's up to you, Jen. Now or never."

I walked into the bedroom to the sound of my phone ringing. Caller ID told me it was Tony.

"Hi, darling, how are you doing? What time is it?"

"Hello, Jen," he said and paused. I imagined he was checking the time on his wristwatch. "It's just after 6.30. Are you having a good time?"

"Yes, yes, I am. I got here okay, no problem finding the place. Oh, Tony, it's a lovely house, really enormous and the garden is beautiful with a pool and manicured lawn. It's only a small party, about nine of us I think, mostly Gaynor's and Charlie"s work friends. Fact is, I've just come into the house to have a pee. My room is lovely and has a balcony overlooking the pool."

I opened the door and stepped out and leaned my elbows on the balcony's outer wall. "Everybody's getting something to eat now. They've got caterers in, none of this do-it-yourself lark."

"The escort business pays, then," said Tony.

"Yes, but I'll tell you more about that when I get home tomorrow. So, how's the golf? Are you winning?"

"Not winning no but I'm in the leading group. Just a couple of shots adrift but we'll see what happens tomorrow. But, Jen, I've got good news."

"Oh, what's that?"

"I played with Geoff Thomas today, you've met him at the club."

"Mmmm, think I remember him, grey-haired with a paunch and a loud laugh. His wife's as small and quiet as a mouse."

"Yes that's them, chalk and cheese, Geoff and Susan. Anyway, Geoff's the area manager of a big insurance company, covers most of England really, and he's looking around for lease cars for his main reps. Apparently, he's not happy with the deal he's got at present. And . . ."

"Don't tell me," I interrupted, "he wants you to have the business?"
"It's not confirmed yet. But I'm gonna give him some figures tomorrow and we'll take it from there."

"Oh, that's great Tony, just what we need, isn't it? How many cars?"

"Point is, I'd have to buy some new ones if we do the deal. But it would definitely be worth it. He's looking for two-year leases on a dozen vehicles. So, it's fingers crossed, Jen. This golf lark's definitely good for business."

We both chuckled and I said: "Well then, you'd better make sure you don't beat him tomorrow."

"That's not a problem. He had a bad day and is some way behind me and the leaders. Okay, Jen, I'm gonna have a bite here and then got home and work on those figures. I think this could be our lucky day."

"Yes, it could," I mumbled, my eyes focused on Justin as he talked with Gaynor and Mr Millionaire Evan at the buffet table. "Okay, honey, I'll let you go and see you at home tomorrow. I'll be back before you've finished golfing, no doubt."

"Right, I'm teeing off at two. I'll see you tomorrow about seven. We'll eat out, yes?"

"That'll be good."

"Okay, you have a good time and remember me to Gaynor and Charlie. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Alright, I know, that gives you a lot of scope," he laughed. "Love you," he added and cut the connection as I softly replied: "Love you, too."

Don't do anything I wouldn't do! Okay, it's a common phrase, a cliche even, and one my husband often uses when I go out with my girlfriends. But, boy, was Tony's timing great this time? 

My gaze was still on Justin as I switched off my phone and stood upright, pushing away from the balcony wall. He turned, looked up at the house and raised his left arm to wave. Even from this distance, I saw his cock wobble. Oh my, it was magnificent, almost down to his knees. I returned his wave, setting my tits in motion, and thought: "If you were a woman Tony, I'd bet you'd want a cock like Justin's banging you."

The party moved indoors as the evening air chilled slightly and the light faded. Food and drinks were spread out in the kitchen and another table was laid in the lounge. There was more than enough armchairs and sofas to seat everyone and I chose the right corner of a three-seater, sitting back with my wine glass balanced on the sofa arm. I crossed my left thigh over my right leg and jiggled my left foot. I was joined by Mr Millionaire. Evan wore boxer shorts although everyone else remained gloriously naked.

"Everything okay for you?" he asked, the ice in his tumbler of gin and tonic rattling as he settled down beside me.

"Yes, all is good, thank you," I said, smiling and looking into his pale blues eyes. "It's a very nice party. Everything is just perfect."

"Including the company, I hope," said Evan, nodding towards Justin who stood the other side of the room talking to the couple from next door. "Justin is a very popular guy. Women adore him, you know, and it's not just because of his dick. He's well mannered, knows what to say and when not to speak, and is always considerate."

"Mmmm, as a matter of fact, I've already complimented him on his manners. He certainly makes a woman feel that she's the centre of his attention. He's very attentive and a good listener."

Evan looked at me, thoughtfully, for some seconds. "You know," he said slowly, "we've hardly met but I can tell that you are special lady. Pardon me for asking, and you don't have to answer, but have you ever been unfaithful to your husband?"

I watched Justin laugh as Mr Next Door obviously supplied the punch line to a story. Mrs Next Door grinned and her head was slightly bowed and tilted, perhaps peeking at the relaxed black baton in front of her. I sighed and said: "No, Evan, never. I've never been with another man since the day we married. I've had a very good loving marriage for more than 12 years and, to be perfectly honest, we've always had great sex and shared many experiences to keep it that way. Variety is the spice of life but it doesn't have to include other people, does it?"

"Suppose not," said Evan, his eyes scanning down over my face, chest and left thigh. "These shared experiences, they haven't involved swinging, then?"

"No, not exactly. Once, we went to a swinger's club but we only watched. That was fun although, to be honest, it was a bit like being on a naturist beach. Not all body beautifuls, you know." Evan grinned widely and nodded in agreement. "I much prefer the live shows in Amsterdam," I continued. "Fitter people, more athletic and quite a turn on."

"Not like me, then," said Evan, tapping at his waist band.

"Nothing wrong with you, Evan," I said. "You're sturdy not fat. And look at your chest, that's all man," I said and boldly ran my fingers through his grey hairs, lifted his heavy gold chain and let it drop back with a thud. "Not to be rude, but you're not the youngest person in the room but you're still very attractive."

"Oh, my," laughed Evan, reaching for my hands and planting kisses on the knuckles. "You could be one of my girls, no problem. You talk about Justin's way with words, but you certainly know how to make a man feel good. I thank you, sweet lady."

"My pleasure," I said and kissed him firmly on a fleshy cheek. "Every word is the truth."

Evan looked around the room and beckoned to Miranda. She came over and sat beside Evan, who whispered into her ear.

She nodded and enquired softly: "Right now, Evan?" He nodded and Miranda got up and walked to where Karen was talking with Charlie. They conversed briefly, Charlie looked across at Evan and walked off towards the kitchen. Holding hands, Karen and Miranda sauntered, hips and breasts swaying, to the centre of the huge room. Orchestral music suddenly swept all around but not too loud, discreetly enough that we could continue talking without raising voices.

Miranda, with her raven tresses tumbling down the length of her back, turned to face the taller Karen and put both hands around the blonde's right tit. Miranda opened her legs, rocked her groin sensually on Karen's thigh while lowering her mouth to suck on a nipple. 

Charlie was back in the room now and she sat beside Evan. He gave his empty tumbler to her and placed his left hand on her thigh as she bent to put the glass on to the carpet. Leaning back into the sofa, Charlie spread her thighs wide open and slipped her right hand inside Evan's boxers. She pulled his cock through the opening. Although not hard, his cock was in keeping with the rest of his body: thick and powerful. Charlie, using fingers only, slowly caressed Evan to a bulging erection while he pressed two thick fingers into her warm hole.

In the middle of the room, Karen had a hand on Miranda's pussy and, judging by the arm movement, was working fingers up and down. Miranda stopped sucking nipples and turned her face upwards to Karen, who withdrew her fingers and took her asian lover into her arms and they kissed deeply. They waltzed around to the accompaniment of violins, kissing all the time, hands roaming down backs, around waists and hips, and fondling firm but yielding buttocks. 

It was an exotic lesbian display and when they stopped dancing, Miranda held Karen's hands and lowered herself to the floor where she reclined, fanning out her long locks on the white carpet. Her legs were straight and tightly closed. Karen inserted a middle finger into her own pussy, murmured "Oh yes" and looked directly at Mrs Next Door.

Removing the finger, Karen used it to beckon Helen. The neighbour walked trance-like towards the smiling blonde and Karen immediately fondled both of Helen's tiny tits, at the same time leaning in for a kiss. Next, Karen offered her bosom to Helen who greedily licked and lapped at the prominent, red nipples.

Across the room, Gaynor moved to stand alongside Mr Next Door, whose cock rose as he watched his wife perform. Gaynor took John's penis in her left hand and all but the very tip disappeared in her grasp. He put his right arm around Gaynor's waist and reached across to rub and knead her caramel-tanned globes. She smiled at him and kissed his brow.

I uncrossed my legs and Evan put his right hand on my thigh and started to edge towards my pussy. I grabbed his wrist and said in a hushed, polite tone: "No thanks, Evan." 

"Okay, fine," he whispered. "I wont cross your boundaries."

My boundaries? What I had in mind involved much more than crossing boundaries.

Karen motioned for Helen to stand astride the prone Miranda. With her feet either side of Miranda's chest, Helen squatted, her shaved pussy positioned for tongue action. The first licks prompted Helen to squeal and gasp. I put my right hand to my pussy and ran fingers along my damp slit, watching Karen also stand astride Miranda. She bent at the waist, legs straight with her head at her knees. Her pussy was inches from Helen, who gripped Karen's thighs and buried her face into the inviting groin.

The final piece of this arousing tableau saw Miranda draw up her knees, feet squarely planted on the carpet. With a hand balanced on Miranda's left knee, Karen reached down with her right arm and inserted two fingers into her friend's welcoming entrance, thus completing the threesome. Every pussy was being explored and pleasured.

Under Miranda's expert fingers and tongue ministrations, Helen was quick to orgasm, abandoning Karen's pussy and screeching loudly as streams of juice squirted down her inner thighs and on to Miranda's chin, throat and chest. With that climax achieved, Karen straightened up, helped Helen to stand and Miranda called out: "Are you ready, John?"

Gaynor released John's cock, which, I now noticed, was already encased in a condom. Miranda pulled her knees up to her chest, opened her legs wide, and held her calves, her legs steady. Her moist pink love tunnel was exposed and readily accessible. John kneeled and his cock slipped in easily and quickly. He leaned forward and lowered his head to suck on a brown nipple. With hands at the side of Miranda's armpits, his arms took the weight of his body and he began his journey up and down. A couple of times, he withdrew too far, slipping out, but Miranda expertly put him back in place. Bless him, gasping for breath and his face reddening, John pumped away stoutly until he exhaled noisily while gasping: "I'm coming, I'm coming. . . "

"That's it, big boy," encouraged Miranda, " come on, shoot your load for me . . .yes, yes, that's it . . . I'm coming as well . . . oh yes, oh yes." 

John slumped forward, chest heaving on Miranda's squashed tits. Her head was turned to one side, eyes open. She looked at me and winked. Job done!

Charlie was still fondling and rubbing Evan's red member but he had stopped fingering her slit. His arm was draped around her shoulders, his hand resting on the swell of her left breast. "What did you think to that?" he asked, turning to look into my eyes. "As good as Amsterdam?"

"The girls are very good, very good indeed, quite sensational," I answered. "And it was nice to involve the next door couple. But, I suppose it wasn't their first time, was it?"

Evan shook his head. "No, John and Helen are regulars here. But they don't always take centre stage in our little party scenes. If we have a lot of people here, it does tend to turn into a free-for-all. Anything goes."

"We didn't think that sort of party would be right for your first visit," said Charlie, rubbing a thumb over Evan's helmet and spreading pre-cum. "Anyway, that was just a warm up for you wasn't it?"

"Warm up?"

"Yes, getting you worked up and ready for Justin." 

"I think you've said enough, Charlotte," said Evan. The emphasis on her full name was clearly a reprimand.

"Oh dear, sorry," mumbled Charlie, left hand covering her mouth. "I've done it again, me and my mouth. Didn't mean to be rude, Jen."

"I know, Charlie, don't worry," I said. "It's okay."

But mention of Justin had me wondering where he was. Watching the action, I hadn't thought about him and now I looked around to see where he was. Not visible.

"Where's Justin?" Helen suddenly asked, quite loudly with a slight drunken slur. The question was addressed to the room in general."We haven't seen that fucking great cock of his tonight yet. Who's he gonna bang? Is it your turn Gaynor?"

Oh no! Oh my God, I thought. I hope they don't expect to watch while I let him fuck me. Oh no, that will not happen, never, ever, never!

"It's my night off," said Justin from somewhere behind me. I turned my head and his long, fat, limp cock was directly in my eye-line. He approached the back of the sofa and said: "Sorry if that disappoints you, Helen."

"Oh it does, you know it does, " Helen wailed. "I so look forward to these parties to see that big cock of yours grow to its enormous size. And all that cum! Tell me you're kidding. You've got to show us. Bloody hell, I'm wetting up again just thinking about it. Don't let us down. Tell him, Evan." 

John smiled indulgently at his wife. "Now, now, Helen, we've had a good time haven't we? They'll be another day, I'm sure."

Helen shook her head slowly. I half-expected her to stamp a foot like a petulant, spoilt child. "Look, I'm sorry," and she looked towards Evan, whose cock was still impressively solid in Charlie's hand. "I don't mean to offend but, you know, Justin is the best turn on in the whole world. A girl can't help being disappointed, can she?"




Big Cock Fantasy Pt. 04



"No offence taken, Helen," said Evan.

Helen gave a little grin which widened as Justin approached her, his delightful tube swinging gently like a pendulum with each stride. He put his hands on her shoulders, staying at arms length, and she managed to lift her gaze to look into his face.

"Just for you, Helen," he said kindly. "Go on, take it in your hands. Play with it for a little while."

Mrs Next Door didn't need any more encouragement. I had a profile view as Helen used both hands to lift the cock into a horizontal position. She sighed loudly and stroked its length with her right hand, tickling his big balls with her other fingers. Justin was so lengthy it took Helen some time to complete each stroke. No quick tug job with this monster.

I became aware of being opened mouthed as I watched Helen work both hands along the dark pole. I pursed my lips just as Evan grunted next to me and I assumed he had finally ejaculated. But I didn't look, I was concentrating on Justin.

"Oh my, oh my," muttered Helen huskily, "that's sooo good, feeling you grow like that. Oh my," and she shook her head, her face flushed with excitement.

Helen smoothed pre-cum around Justin's huge plum end and sank to her knees. She flicked the tip of her tongue at the head, licked round it and then held the mammoth cock upright to kiss her way along its increasing length. I doubted Helen could take his head into her mouth and, at this point, I became a little worried and nervous. Justin was enormous, I mean, really, really, gigantic. Probably bigger than my dildo and certainly larger than anything I'd ever witnessed on screen. He had a whopper.

Helen slowly withdrew her hands, allowing the mighty organ to descend just below horizontal, twitching and swaying like a tree branch in the breeze. She put an arm under her pert boobs, raising them up, puppy noses sniffing the air, and resumed stroking with her free hand. It was clear that she wanted Justin to splash on her chest.

Gaynor appeared at Justin's back. She reach round him, and her right hand took hold of his helmet. Both women stroked until Gaynor urgently said: "Let go Helen. Stand up."

Helen stood, hands cupping her perky mounds. Justin turned his head and looked at me. I was struck dumb, absorbed and fascinated by the events unfolding in front of me. When our eyes met, he looked down and nodded, indicating where I should be looking. He leaned back into Gaynor's torso and she increased the rhythm of her stroking. His hips thrust forward and the veins on his throbbing black beauty were visibly swollen. The thick one on top was really engorged and I thought: That would excite my clit. Then it happened.

Justin replaced Gaynor's hand with his own and, after three or four strokes, a huge arc of semen gushed from his magical snake's one-eye. It soared and splash-landed on the top of Helen's hair and cascaded down her face. She twitched, a reflex action as the first of the sticky cream hit her skin, and then she screamed: "Oh my God, look at this lot."

Another three powerful jets had hit Helen, giving her a necklace and flooding her tits. These amazing showers were followed by a couple of smaller eruptions which most men would have been proud to produce. Helen started to lick her tits and swallow Julian's warm deposits.

And me? My pulse was racing and I couldn't stop looking at Julian's cock, which was still drooling cum and yet to return to its flaccid state. And I was soaking down there! What a display! What a magnificent erection! And soon it would be all mine, thrusting high up my body!

Evan patted my thigh and stated the obvious: "He makes a lot of ladies very happy, you know." And then added: "Well worth the money."

"Guess so," I croaked, my mouth and throat dry. I reached for my my wine glass and found it was empty. "Think I need a drink after that. You will excuse me, wont you?"

I hotched forward to the edge of the sofa and stood. My knees were weak and I felt trembly all over. And that's only from watching, not taking part and being fucked by the purple-headed giant.

In the kitchen, I requested a white wine and wondered afresh just how I was going to cope with Justin plunging into me. If he swells like that when he ejaculates, he'll split me in half! If he ever enters me in the first place, that is.

I raised the wine to my parched lips and watched over the rim of the glass as Gaynor strode into the kitchen. 

"Ah, there you are," she said, adding to the bar-tender, "I'll have white wine as well, please." Then she kissed me on my cheek. "Justin couldn't get out of that display, you know. He didn't want to be involved at all tonight and he tried to stay in the background. He's here just for you. But Evan knows he's working without pay with you so Justin sorta justified his presence here with that wank for Helen." Gaynor lowered her voice and added: "She can be a petulant troublesome bitch at times."

"Evan's just dropped a non-too-subtle hint about Justin's cash values. But surely he can't be that demanding with his employees. Can't you have sex for your own pleasure? Is it always about money?" 

"Yes, of course we can have sex like anybody else. You may remember that from our holiday. I didn't get paid that day and nor did I want to. I never would with you at any time, Jenny." She smiled, showing her brilliant white teeth. Quickly she kissed my lips. "But this was a party scenario and we're here to entertain Evan and his guests. Thankfully, I managed to cut the numbers today so that you wouldn't get dragged into any messy orgy or some swapping business which sometimes happens."

I nodded. "I gathered from talking with Evan that some parties get rather wild, so to speak. A free-for-all I think he called it." 

"Yep, well we've avoided anything like that." She took a gulp of her drink. "This party will break up soon, leaving just the three of us."

"Three?"

"Charlie will be going to Evan's hotel suite. He never stops here. Miranda and Karen have finished their duties and dear Helen and John boy will return to their nest next door and probably fuck each other senseless. If Helen doesn't pass out, that is. Which leaves just you, Justin and little old moi."

"Right, okay then," I said almost under my breath.

Gaynor frowned. "Are you alright?"

I offered a tentative smile. "Yes, I'm okay." I drank some wine. "He is very, very big, though, isn't he? I mean, it's quite frightening just how large he is and I'm not sure my pussy can take it."

Gaynor put a hand gently on my cheek, fingers under my chin and lifted my head. We gazed into each other's eyes. "You'll have the time of your life, Jen, don't worry. He's a kind and gentle young man and knows what to do with that bastard dick of his. He wont do anything to hurt you." She chortled, shaking her head. "I know enough about you and your pussy. You've fantasized about this experience and I know you'll be just fine. You'll love that monster filling you up. So, enjoy, stop worrying."

"Thanks, Gaynor, guess you're right. But I can't help being a bit nervous, especially after seeing how long and thick he gets."

"Yes, impressive isn't it? But that's the beauty of it, a really massive cock to give you pleasure that you can't begin to imagine or describe. Of course you're a little nervous. It's only to be expected. It's your first time and it's perfectly understandable. But, be honest, didn't you get excited when you saw Justin in all his glory?"

"Excited! I was in floods and still am just talking and thinking about it."

"There you are, then, there's nothing to fear, just enjoy the whole experience." She flashed those teeth again. "Just think, Jen, in about an hour you'll be opening wide for that monster cock you've craved. Now aren't you a lucky girl?" She linked her arm with mine, and said: "Come on, let's go back and start to wrap up this party so you can have your fun."

One hour away? Is that all? Oh my, is this really happening to me?

Helen and John were last to be escorted out of the door, both clutching a bottle of wine. The caters had cleaned up, packed up and driven off.

Standing at the closed patio doors, I looked out at the lawn and pool, bathed in soft orange security lights. The sky was blue-black dark with a scattering of twinkly stars. Wish upon a star?

A loud "pop" and the sound of Gaynor's husky chuckling came from the kitchen. She entered the lounge and Justin followed, carrying a tray laden with a champagne bottle and three flutes. Justin filled the glasses and passed one to me.

"A toast," said Gaynor holding her drink aloft. "To you, Jen, and may you always have what you want." She winked.

"I'll drink to that," said Justin and we all drank.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Coming up to midnight," said Gaynor. "Nearly time for bed, I think."

"I can't believe it's that late," I said. "It doesn't seem very long since you brought Justin out to meet me at the pool."

"Well it is, Jen," said Justin, "and, do you know, I think you've got wonderful powers of restraint."

"You do? Why's that?"

"I'll tell you why," said Gaynor. "Because in the five or six hours you've been here with him, you haven't once touched his cock. And that's astonishing. You've been so close to him and yet you haven't even done this . . ." 

Gaynor reached out with a hand and slowly rubbed her palm down its length, curled her fingers under his helmet and then released him.

"Aaah, well . . . you, see I . . . well, I . . . oh, I don't know. I wanted to but . . ."

"You wanted privacy?" said Gaynor.

"Yes, I suppose that's it." I drank some champagne and Justin came towards me with the bottle to top up my glass. He moved away to freshen Gaynor's drink and then said: "I'm going for a shower now, girls. I'll be about 20 minutes, okay Jen?"

I nodded, spasms of lustful excitement rising in my belly. My voice sounded weak and distant as I said: "Good idea, I know I could do with a shower."

"That makes three of us then," said Gaynor. 

Justin tipped back the last of his champagne, put down his glass, walked to me and cupped his hands under my breasts. He moved in to kiss my lips, stuck his tongue into my mouth, lapped it around my gums, and then dropped his hands down around my lower back. He finished the kiss, looked deep into my eyes and pulled me towards him. His stomach and the slight swelling of his belly pressed against me. And I felt that cock, thick and cool, against my thigh. Justin smiled, stood back and said: "See you soon, Jen."

We both watched him leave the room, his pear-shaped buttocks tight and smooth at the base of his long back.

"Breathe, Jen," said Gaynor and laughed.

I exhaled, not sure how long I'd been holding it in. "Oh dear, look at me, I'm 35 years old going on 36 and I'm acting like a little kid let loose in a sweet shop for the first time."

"That's a good summing up," said Gaynor, finishing her drink and stretching out a hand towards me. "C'mon, let's get that shower."

We linked hands and walked up the wide staircase and along the landing to my bedroom where, to my surprise, the dimmed lights were already on, providing a warm reddish glow. A welcome breeze drifted from the balcony.

The shower compartment ran the length of one wall and was clearly designed for two people. Gaynor started the water flowing and it was soon at a comfortable temperature. The powerful jets tingled my scalp and chest: invigorating and just what I needed. Gaynor's soapy hands brushed lightly over my shoulders, arms and back as I worked shampoo into my hair. With her hands on my hips, she turned me to face her and we proceeded to wash each other's chest and tummy. Gaynor oh so tenderly rubbed her hand on my crotch before squatting to soap both my legs. Standing again, she kissed my lips lightly and quickly as the warm water cascaded between our bodies.

She stepped away and resumed showering herself. Stretching her arms towards the ceiling, water bounced of her proud, big tits. I watched as she soaped her small black curly bush and between her legs. 

I must admit it was one of the most sensuous showers of my life, broken only when Gaynor asked: "All done, Jen?" and turned off the water after I nodded.

We both dried off, using thick bath towels, and I used the electric hair-dryer while Gaynor just rubbed her cropped hair with the towel. She finished first, cleaned her teeth and left the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, all the time looking at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was tousled but I quite liked the wild look. Mouth rinsed, I stared again at my reflection, took a deep breath and mumbled to myself: "Here we go, Jen. This is it."

In the bedroom, Gaynor had poured more champagne and handed me a full flute of bubbling wine. "Only two glasses?" I asked.

"Uh, uh." Gaynor finished her sip and pointed to the balcony. "Justin's taken his drink out there. Shall we join him?"

I could see his shadowy form as we approached the open door. He was looking out over the garden but turned slowly when we came up behind him.

"All clean and fresh now, are we?" he said. "Feeling better?"

"Yes, the shower's done the trick. I'm suitably clean and refreshed," I said.

"Good," he said and placed his glass on the wall top. He took a step to close the gap between us and reached for my glass-free hand. Slowly, his thumb massaged the back of my hand. "I really do think it's time, you know," he said, and turned my hand palm up.

Here we go, I thought, here we go. His heavy cock flopped into my hand and I peered down in the semi-dark. Then Gaynor switched on the balcony's pale night light and there it was, the long and fat plum head nestling in my palm. The shaft bowed in the middle and I knew Justin was still at rest. I closed my grip and the tip of my middle finger barely met my thumb. I stroked right along his length until my hand nestled against his pubic hair. The greater length of his cock drooped and I waggled it, feeling the weight as the huge dome oscillated.

"Shall we go inside?" I croaked and didn't wait for a reply. I let Julian's pride and joy rest back between his legs and stepped into the bedroom. I swallowed the last of my champagne, put the glass on the dresser and turned round to face Justin. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips against mine. Again Justin's cock was crushed against me as his tongue explored my mouth.

I pulled away from the kiss, hands flat on his chest, and shook my head. "Sorry Justin," I said, looking into his eyes. "Don't be offended but, honestly, I'm not too comfortable with kissing like this. That's what I do with my husband and not anyone else."

"I see," he said but frown lines crossed his dark brow.

"I know it may sound daft to you. Because I want this . . ." and I took his cock in both hands " . . . you might think that anything goes. But only Tony kisses me properly, like that. Understand?"

"I get it alright," he said softly and sadly. "I'm just a cock stud."

"Oh dear no, Justin, I don't want you to think that. From the short time I've known you, I think you're a very nice guy with genuine feelings. It's just that I'm struggling a little bit here."

I gripped his dong and smiled up at him. "I really do want this great cock of yours, I want it inside me and to feel your body pressed against mine as you fuck the hell out of me. Truth is, I'm not even sure you'll be able to get that lovely head in me, let alone the rest of you. But I want to try. I want to find out what a massive cock like yours can do to me. I'm sure Gaynor explained all this to you."

Justin nodded and kissed the top of my head, my hair still damp. "Yes, she did, she told me everything about your fantasy. She wanted to help you and I agreed to go along with it. The thing is, Jen, when I'm working my clients usually want the full works. You know, kissing, foreplay, fingering and oral stimulation and whatever they fancy doing to me. They want us to make love. And that's what I thought you wanted. Not only that, and I'm being truthful here, I do fancy you. It's a rare occasion when I have more than a fuck."

I didn't know how to respond. "Oh dear," I said and dropped the baton, resting my head on his shoulder and hugging him tightly. "Sorry to disappoint you Justin but I love my husband. Fact is, if he had a cock anything like yours, I wouldn't be here. But I've got this fantasy, this curiosity that's eating at me. It just wont go away and it needs to be put to bed, so to speak. I've had tremendous arguments with myself about cheating on Tony. But I've convinced myself he will never know and it will be a once in a lifetime experience never to be repeated. And now I've lost that chance."

"What?" Justin held me at arms length. "Oh no, Jen. I'm a professional escort and I'm not letting you down. You're gonna get your big cock right now, here in this room tonight. And I'm gonna have the pleasure of fucking you. Okay?"

I felt my legs weaken. I was about to be royally fucked. "Okay," I said, smiling, "thank you, Justin."

"Fine, but let's clear up the ground rules. I accept I will not kiss your mouth but I must be allowed to play with those magnificent tits. What about oral?"

"I'd like to try some with this bastard," I said, again wiggling his meat. "Maybe just a little from you if I need to get properly wet."

"Good. I'm perfectly healthy, no diseases, and have regular checks. I presume you and your husband are, too. But, in any case, I'll wear a condom."

"Oh, a condom. I didn't expect that. One thing I was looking forward to was being filled with cum. And I really got juiced up and excited about it after your exhibition tonight."

Justin said nothing but a husky voice came from the dark balcony. Gaynor was still out there but had switched off the night light. "Go on, Justin, she's a good clean girl. I can vouch for that. Let her have the works. It's her one and only time, don't deprive her of anything."

"Okay, fine by me. I'm looking forward to it. Anything else, Jen?"

"Yes, please be gentle with me and, if I say stop, you must stop. And no messing around at the back. No annal at all."

"Agreed to all of that," he said and sealed the agreement with a second kiss on my damp hair. "Let's get started then. Why don't you sit on the edge of the bed and play with this thing of mine."

I sat, thighs slightly apart and felt my slit. It was amazingly quite dry but I guessed that would soon change as Justin stood before me. I grasped his shaft, lifted him and squeezed the huge spheres in his sac before using both hands to masturbate the fat poker. Justin put both hands on my tits, my nipples aroused in his palms. "Nice, very nice," he whispered.

I pointed the plum at my face and noticed the first drops of pre-cum seeping out of the one-eyed wonder. I licked my lips and then lapped my tongue over his wet end, getting a taste of salty fluid. I kissed the purple dome and Julian said: "If you want me in your mouth, now's the best time, before I grow too much."

I stopped rubbing him but kept both hands on his shaft as I bent forward and slid my lips over his huge head. I sucked him, resumed working on his shaft and, in a short while, fed more into my salivating mouth. I rocked my head back and forth until I felt him expanding and I pulled clear, gasping for breath. It was a thrill to feel him filling my mouth but, I thought, at least with Tony there's room to move and breathe.

The joy stick was growing to startling proportions now. It was not only fatter within my hands but getting distinctly harder. The skin on his head was shiny and smooth and there was no way I could get it back in my mouth now.

"Go on to your back," said Justin quietly but firmly. I released my hold on his cock and lay on the bed, my feet still on the floor. I looked along my body and put a hand on my pussy mound. My slit and lips were wet and I easily inserted two fingers. I was very nearly ready for his cock. Or so I thought until Justin knelt on the bed, knees either side of my hips. His immense prong was sticking straight out from his groin and the view took my breath away. "Good Heavens," I murmured, "that's bloody monstrous."




Big Cock Fantasy Pt. 04



"All for you," he said and lowered his body so that his cock length ran from my belly and up between my breasts. "Hold your tits around me," he said and I did that, feeling the thick, hot rod squashed between my fleshy mounds. He began a short fucking motion, easing a few inches up and down my body. The head was now absolutely gargantuan as it poked out of my tits. The snake's one-eye was open and drooling.

My pussy was getting even wetter now and I took a shocked intake of breath when I felt a finger intrude. A second one entered and a husky voice from low down said: "You're getting mighty wet here." Then Gaynor's tongue licked deeply inside me, she withdrew her fingers and pressed her mouth onto my pussy.

She began sucking and licking, kissing and rubbing my swollen clit with her thumb. And Justin's fat cock continued to fuck my tits.

Gaynor put three fingers into my gash, probing beyond the entrance of my tunnel and it took only a matter of minutes for me to start bucking my hips. I erupted, flinging my arms out and tightly shutting my eyes as my juices streamed out.

"Lovely," said Gaynor. I could hear her licking fingers. "She's well wet and waiting for you now Justin." 

I opened my eyes to see Justin sitting up, holding his erect organ in his right hand. It was huge and I reached for it. Once again,veins bulged along and around the great black shaft. At the end, the bright purple dome was throbbing and seeping.

"Are you ready, Jen?"

"Mmmm," I nodded and watched as Justin clambered off the bed.

Gaynor had moved from between my legs and placed a cushion in the centre of the bed. "C'mon, Jen. Get over here and get this under your hips."

I wriggled across the big bed and Gaynor settled the cushion under me, raising my pelvis in a position ready to meet Justin's incredible pleasure package. At least, I hoped it would be a pleasure.

"Open wide," said Gaynor, "and try to relax."

My arms lay at my sides, fingers gripping the freshly-laundered sheet. My legs were splayed, slightly bent at the knees, and I stared at the ceiling. It's about to happen! Please God, let me take him!

The mattress rocked as Justin climbed aboard and sat back on his heels between my shaky thighs. "I've put plenty of lube on, Jen, especially on the head. Don't worry, I can see you're ready."

I do hope so, I thought, closing my eyes as Justin put a finger into my hole and worked it around. I put my left arm over my brow and waited to be invaded.

Justin removed his finger and suddenly a fat object was knocking at my door. I opened my eyes, looked down my steadily panting tummy, and watched as Justin presented his cock at my entrance.

"Wow, wow, oh God, good God," I shrieked. The monster head had pierced me, broken straight through with one sharp thrust. Justin didn't move and my heart beat was surely double the normal.

"Blimey, I take ages to get that fat mushroom head of a dildo into me," I blustered, "and you've just speared straight into me. Good God Almighty . . ."

"Yes," said Gaynor, "but Justin's cock isn't blunt at the end. It's really big and wide but it tapers nicely and that helps with the initial push."

"Mmmm," I said, aware that my pussy lips were clinging to the huge dome. I knew that very little of his length was inside.

"Stay relaxed," said Justin, "and you'll be fine. Enjoy the ride."

I felt Justin push a little further into me and he leaned forward, taking the weight on his arms. The big head slid up and down, maybe four or five times, and the lube painted my walls, making the pumping motion easier to accomplish.

Justin asked if I was okay and I stopped biting my lips long enough to say: "Mmmm, I'm ready to try more."

Now, probably like you, I've read umpteen stories and watched porn movies where a big cock is introduced gradually into the woman's hole. Inch by inch, more slips inside as the cock goes up and down the channel. Eventually, the woman gets all, or at least most, up her and there's talk of nudging against the cervix and semen deposits in the womb. That's what I expected. Wrong! Justin's technique was different.

He rested his forearms either side of my shoulders, but still our torsos didn't touch. I could look between us and see the vast length of his black love tool poised to squeeze into my hole.

Justin's dome snaked further up my tight tunnel. It slowly burrowed on and on, deeper and deeper, leading his shaft into unknown territory. I felt him wriggling up my belly, continuing ever onward until I couldn't help but scream: "Oh, fucking hell," and I gushed with a shuddering orgasm. Justin stopped for a few seconds, allowing me to resume almost normal breathing, and then more of his great cock penetrated my sopping pussy. 

Ever onward, the dome led the way, surely up to my navel by now. I rubbed my tummy with my right hand, foolishly expecting to feel his cock under my warm skin. But no, instead, that plum was now seeking admittance to parts of my channel that I doubted my dildo had entered. The head seemed to be swelling enormously but, in reality, it was probably due to my tightness. God, the plum couldn't really expand much more, could it?

Whatever, it was a long way into my dark cavern, exploring and nudging ever deeper and I closed my eyes, feeling its progress rousing me to another shuddering orgasm.

Again, Julian waited for my recovery. I could feel my heart beating like a bass drum and sweat formed between my heaving tits.

Here we go again! How much more? Oh this is wonderful but I think that's about it, the end of my tunnel, no more room. Yet, the swollen pathfinder carried on and on and on until . . .

"How do you feel, Jen?" came a husky voice.

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look into Gaynor's smiling face. "Great," I muttered, licking my parched lips. "Just bloody great. But I don't think I can take much more. He's a big bastard."

"No worries, Jen," said Justin. "It's nearly all yours. Just a little more and then we can start fucking."

"Start fucking? Christ, what do you call this?" and I patted my belly where I knew his mammoth cock was buried.

In reply, Justin thrust his hips forward and I felt his pubic bone crush against me. Shock waves raced through my body. My thighs trembled, I flung my arms wide and thrashed my head from side to side. "Oh what the fuck, what the fuck's happening?" Torrents of cum washed down my tunnel for the third time and I gasped for breath, feeling light-headed and very faint.

Eventually, I calmed, the storm passed and I wiped my sweating brow with the back of my hand and my cheeks filled as I blew out air. "My God, that was something else," I managed to mutter.

"Okay, Jen, let's fuck," said Justin and, before I could say or even think of a reply, he began to withdraw his monster. The long slow journey back along my passage left me aching, feeling the void of the disappearing fat, long cock. All the way it went until the dome was nestled once more at my entrance, my lips again clinging on to the pulsating girth. As a sigh left my lips, the dome began its march again, quicker this time, dragging the mighty rod behind him, brushing against the walls of my cavern. Pubis against pubis again - and the outward journey began again. And so it went, unbelievable long piston strokes, up and down, in and out, my juices flowing with an almost constant climax.

I lost count of the numerous times the great instrument pushed back and forth in my sodden cave. I didn't care anymore. I just bathed in the wonder of it all, having this giant mammoth tube of hard flesh creating havoc deep in my being.

And then, just when I thought I'd experienced everything, Justin increased and shortened his thrusts. Perhaps withdrawing only half way but pumping much, much faster. I screamed, couldn't help it, as the dome swelled within me, heralding the first of Justin's massive streams. Cream spewed from him, gushing and splashing right up there. He pounded now, furiously ejecting more and more of his sticky, child-making fluid.

Sorry, I cannot adequately explain how I felt at that moment. But, when I awoke, Justin was still deep in me and Gaynor smiled at my side.

"Oh my, oh my," was all I could muster. Justin's face was next to my left cheek and I whispered in his ear: "Kiss me, please."

"Really?"

"Yes, I think you deserve at least that for what you've given me."

So we kissed and I put my tongue into Justin's mouth, bringing a murmur of delight from him.

As we finally stopped, Gaynor said: Carry on like that and you'll be fucking again."

I looked into Justin's face and asked him to remove his cock. He propped up on his hands and began a slow withdrawal. He didn't rush and I savoured the last outward journey, feeling every inch of the rod leaving me until that beautiful plum was again nestled in my entrance. With a plop, he exited, our mixed fluids dribbling out and making a stream between my raised cheeks.

I felt my gaping hole and four fingers easily slid inside.

"Wow, you're really open," said Gaynor. "Looks like you're ready to go again."

I smiled and shook my head, still fingering my pussy. "No, that's it for me," and I turned to Justin's sweating face. "Thanks Justin," I said, "for the experience of a lifetime. I'll always remember it."

I withdrew my fingers and patted my pussy. "Now I just want to sleep and return to normal, okay?"



Big Cock Fantasy Pt. 05



WHEN I woke, the sun's bright light was streaming into my bedroom courtesy of the open balcony door. I was still on top of the rumpled sheets and on my back, legs and arms spread wide. I was a starfish!

I lay, peacefully, reflecting for a few moments on the events of yesterday. And last night! As I replayed various scenes in my mind, my right hand automatically drifted between my thighs. Would my pussy still be gaping open from Justin's amazing girth? No, my lips were tight, if somewhat tender, and when I poked a finger along the slit and into my entrance, the walls closed around it. I breathed a sigh of relief. My pussy was perfectly normal and Tony would have no idea that I'd fulfilled my fantasy of being fucked by a mammoth cock.

I turned on to my left side and reached for my phone, which was on the nightstand. I pressed the button to wake the instrument and saw it was approaching 8am. Tony would surely be up and so I made the call. In three rings, he answered.

"Morning darling, how are you?"

"I've just woken up and my first thought was to call you and hear your voice," I said.

"Oooh, that's nice, sweetie. I missed you last night. It's not often we've gone to bed without each other, is it?"

"No, not many times. I missed you, too, honey."

"How did the party go? Was it a late one?"

"The party was fine. I'll tell you all about it tonight. And no, I wasn't that late coming to bed. Just after midnight, I think."

"Lot later than me. I worked on the car rental figures to give Geoff today, had a brandy or two and that was it."

"What, no porn watching?"

Tony chuckled. "You know me too well, Jen. Yes, I came to bed and watched a film but it wasn't the same without you."

"No, course not, you'd have to masturbate yourself without my hands being there."

His laugh sounded in my ear again. "This time you're wrong. I saved myself for you, for tonight . . ."

"Oh no you didn't," I interrupted. "If you didn't masturbate it was only because you were being a super athlete and saving yourself for today's big golf match."

"Wrong, Jen," he said lightly. "I admit that I got a little excited as usual watching the porn but I thought of you and decided to save myself for tonight. But, then again, talking like this is making me horny and I might have to do something about it, after all."

I laughed. "Well, whatever you do or don't do right now, I'm sure we'll have fun tonight. But, don't forget, you're taking me out to dinner, I'm not cooking."

"All taken care of," he said. "We've got a table booked at Mario's for eight."

"Eight? Who else is coming?"
"No, silly, not eight people, eight o'clock."

"I know that," I said quickly. "Just fooling."

"Hum," he said, doubtfully, "whatever."

After a short pause, I said: "Okay darling, I'm gonna have a shower now and see what's on the breakfast menu."

"I've had scrambled eggs and toast."


"Well, done, Master Chef."

"Burnt the toast."

"Lovely, gives the bread extra taste."

Tony laughed. "Alright my love, I'll see you later. Drive carefully."

"I will, always do," I said. "And good luck this afternoon, beat the bastards."

"I'll try. Bye, love you."

And he broke the connection. I sat in the middle of the bed, legs crossed at the ankles, elbows resting on my knees and stared aimlessly down at the phone held in my hands. Tony sounded so cheerful, so upbeat. And why not? There was the possibility of a very welcome car hire deal and he was in contention for the golf club's championship. And I would be home with him in a few hours.

What about me? I'd been unfaithful. Simple as that. I'd succumbed to my fantasy, my curiosity, my lust for a big cock. A big black cock, no less, that had filled me, excited me, satiated me and delivered even more thrills and mind-blowing orgasms than I had imagined or thought possible. 

My pussy tingled and began to moisten as flashbacks crossed my mind. Good grief, Jen, you really are a sex addict! C'mon, snap out of it and get into the shower.

I swung my legs off the bed and replaced the phone on the nightstand. I stood, raised up on my toes and reached for the ceiling with both arms. I felt my leg and back muscles stretch, my breasts lift and the cheeks of my bum tense. I held the position while I counted to five and then slowly exhaled and relaxed my body, feet flat to the floor and hands down by my side. Four more repetitions and I felt good, alive and ready to face the world.

I walked out on to the balcony, the sun warmly kissing my naked body in greeting. I leaned on the wall and upturned my face to the sun, eyes closed, and shook my head gently, setting my hair wafting in the gentle breeze. At one with nature, how wonderful and exhilarating!

I held that pose for quite a while, enjoying the peace, the warmth of the sun and the sounds of rustling trees and bushes, and birds chirping and singing. And, gradually, I became aware of distant splashing water. I opened my eyes and looked down at the pool. Justin was swimming lengths, his long arms pulling through the water and his paddling feet splashing the surface. The water swilled over his back and his firm buttocks rocked side to side with the freestyle stroke. And Gaynor was there, floating on her back, her gorgeous huge tits raised to the sun. Her legs were slightly open and the water lapped in the V of her thighs, swishing over her curly bush and flat tummy.

I watched Justin complete four lengths and then he stopped, put his hands on the pool side and boosted himself up and sat, feet dangling in the water. He placed his hands slightly behind him and leaned back, face upturned towards the sun. His cock, that giant tube which had given me so much pleasure only a few hours ago, flopped delightfully between his lean thighs. Apparently, even cold water didn't affect Justin's tool: no shriveling or shrinking!

Gaynor allowed her feet to sink to the pool bottom and then stood up, the water swilling over her chest. She glided towards Justin, her arms making an arrow in front of her, and he reached to grasp her hands. Again she stood, the water depth now only waist high. Justin released her hands which she promptly placed high up on his thighs. I could hear her husky voice, but not discern the words, and Justin laughed, his head rocking back. It was then he saw me looking down at them.

Justin raised his left arm and waved, at the same time talking to Gaynor. She turned, also waved and her husky tones boomed: "Morning, Jen. Sleep well?"

I waved back, aware that my right tit jiggled, and shouted: "Great, thanks."

Gaynor gave me a thumbs up and turned back to face Justin, who was still looking in my direction. I fluttered my fingers at him as a final wave, and headed for the bathroom. I was in urgent need of a cold shower!

Actually, I set the shower temperature to warm not cold. The pulsating, powerful jets refreshed me as I soaped and lathered my body. But, washing gently and lightly between my legs, I thought of Justin and, surprisingly, Gaynor.

Last night's initiation with Justin's gargantuan cock was, obviously, still prominent in my mind. But Gaynor was something else and I had to admit to myself that she had opened up a whole new sexual world for me. On holiday, when she and Charlie had been our neighbours, she had captivated me and expertly seduced me into my first same-sex experience. And she had been there again last night, encouraging, preparing and helping me to take Justin's huge black snake. More than that, before the intrusion of Justin's mammoth member, Gaynor had, to my surprise and delight, licked and sucked and finger-poked my pussy. I loved it, all of it. Whether that meant I was bi-sexual like her, I didn't really know. But I was attracted to Gaynor and I had been happy to have her close by as Justin provided physical solutions to my big cock curiosity.

In truth, I couldn't believe that I was bi-sexual? Let's face it, no other women provoked the same passion in me as Gaynor did. I simply wasn't attracted to other women. And I knew I wouldn't have allowed any other woman to be present when Justin fucked me. Yet, I welcomed Gaynor's presence at one of the most important, decisive, secretive and wonderful moments of my 35 year life.

Face it, Jen, I told myself, you are beguiled by the woman. You are bewitched, under her spell, and happy to be enchanted and enriched by her charms.

By now, deep in thought, I had dried myself and was using the hair-dryer, staring at my reflection in the mirror over the hand basin. I looked good: clear eyed, tanned and with luxuriant fair hair framing my face nicely. All dry, I applied lipstick and perfume, brushed my hair and decided to slip on the kimono before seeking out some food.

Descending the stairs, I could hear Gaynor singing along to Billy Joel's My Life. I headed for the kitchen and found her at the stove, waving a spatula in her right hand and swaying her hips to the music. I entered silently but she turned and said: "Oh, good morning again, Jen. I'm fixing omelette and bacon, that okay?"

"Sure," I said, and sniffed to absorb the pleasant smell of the cooking eggs. "That's great, thanks."

"Coffee's in the pot over there . . ." she pointed the spatula . . . "help yourself. Mugs and cups in the cupboard above the pot." She turned back to her cooking and added quite loudly: "And take off that kimono. Your body's too delicious to hide."

I obediently slipped off the robe and tossed it on to the breakfast bar. I got a mug of coffee, adding a little milk. It was strong, hot and hit the spot.

"Where's Justin?"

"He's upstairs dressing," said Gaynor without turning around. "A job's come up for him and it's a fair distance away. He's gotta pick up his date at noon and then head for some garden party or something. Charity-raiser, I think."

"Oh," was all I could think to say.

A minute or so later, Gaynor broke the silence when she declared: "Okay, grub's up," and turned with a plate in either hand and walked towards the breakfast bar where she had prepared two place settings.

I watched, fascinated, at Gaynor's progress across the kitchen. Her firm boobs wobbled ever-so slightly and her hips and rear-end swayed delightfully. Plates deposited on the counter, she perched her bottom on a high stool, placed her feet on the low rung and swiveled. It was all so lithe and graceful.

I put one heel on the bottom rung of my stool, hitched up on to the seat and spun round, rapidly grabbing the counter edge to stop me spinning too far. Definitely not elegant or suave.

As I was chewing my food, Justin appeared at my side. "Been lovely to meet you, Jen," he said, offering his hand. It seemed incongruous, after all the sexual activity we'd shared, to be shaking hands. I guessed the professional escort mode was in operation.

I swallowed, wiped my lips with the back of my left hand, turned slightly on the stool and took his hand. Thankfully, before I could speak, he leaned his head and kissed my lips, still lightly greased by omelette and bacon. "Hope I see you another time," he said, his brown eyes boring into my face.

"Yes, me too," I managed, holding on to his hand. Then, with more composure, I added: "It's been a pleasure and I'll never forget it . . . . or you. Take care, Justin."

He smiled at me, looked down at our locked hands, and I belatedly released my grip.

"I'll see you to the door," said Gaynor, dismounting elegantly from her stool and slipping an arm through his. I watched them go and then forked up my last bit of bacon, chewed it and helped it down with a swallow of lukewarm coffee. Ugh!

I got off my stool as Gaynor strode back into the kitchen, heading straight for me with arms held out. We embraced, our cool bodies squashed together, breasts, stomachs and thighs melting into one form.

"It's been lovely," I said looking up into Gaynor's face.

She smiled, displaying all those white teeth without a trace of omelette or bacon. How does she do it? "Yes, it has," she nodded. "I'm so glad it went well with Justin. I knew it would."

"Mmmm," I said, my pussy starting to moisten yet again. Was I out of control or what? A nymph maybe? "It was all I dreamed of and more. God, Gaynor, I'm wetting up just thinking about it."

She chortled, huskily. "I'm sure you'll have many wet dreams in the days to come. An experience like that is hard to forget."

"Oh, I don't want to forget it," I said, releasing my hold on her waist and leaning back against the breakfast bar. "I'll treasure it forever and go to my grave knowing that I was once blessed by having a giant cock give me so much pleasure."

"Just once, eh? Is that really it, Jen? Never again?"

I shook my head. "No, that's it. I told myself it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and I can live with that. Tony will never know and I am happy in our marriage. I've satisfied my curiosity, that's it."

Gaynor laughed.

"What? You don't believe me?"

She shook her head slowly, bent and kissed my lips, her hands on my cheeks. "If that's what you say. But," and she looked steadily into my eyes, "you might find it a struggle. At the moment, this soon after the event, you're satisfied. But, in a few days, or weeks or maybe even months, you could find there is an itch you want to scratch again."

"Mmmm," I said, staring into Gaynor's chocolate-drop eyes and feeling my heart thump-thump-thumping. "You mean like the itch I have for you right now?"

"Ooooh you lovely, naughty girl," she said, pulling me into another hug. "Come here and make my day . . ."

That evening, when Tony arrived home from the golf club, I was naked in the bedroom considering what outfit to wear. I'd showered, titivated my hair and was trying to chose between a little black number or a more summery salmon frock. The fitted bodice was strapless and the billowy skirt flowed to just above knee-height.

I heard the front door being opened and closed, followed by: "Hello, Jen, where are you?"

"Upstairs, in the bedroom, honey."

Tony bounded up the stairs and I half-turned to look over my right shoulder as he entered the room. "Hi," I said and draped the salmon frock alongside the black dress on top of the bed.

"Wow, you look ravishing." He put his arms around me, hands gently squeezing my breasts and nuzzling into my neck with little kisses.

"I see, I have one night away and you're ready to jump all over me. Sex maniac!"

"Guilty as charged."

I turned and, linking my hands at the back of his neck, drew him in for an urgent kiss that involved tongue explorations. His eager hands smoothed over my buttocks. I stopped the kiss and said: "You've been drinking."

"Just the one, Jen, after I'd finished playing."

"Oh yes, and how did it go? Did you win?"

"No, I was fourth."

"Well, fourth's good, isn't it?"

He kissed the tip of my nose. "It's not bad but I would like to win the damn championship one day."

"Never mind, you're my champion," I said patting his left cheek and smiling. 

Tony turned his head to kiss my palm as I withdrew it from his face. "That's all I could ever hope for, darling," he said, adding: "Other than a quickie before we go out."

He pushed me back onto the bed. I landed on the black dress and Tony rapidly unbuckled his belt, dropped his trousers and boxers and positioned himself between my open thighs. His cock was rising nicely and I reached down my body to part my pussy lips. I was already moist and Tony's stiffening tool slipped pleasantly into my eager hole. I could feel him grow and harden as he pumped with quickening strokes.

"Oh yes, Tony, that's good, very good." And it was, his familiar member gliding smoothly up and down my passage until he forged deeper, his heavy balls slapping against me as he released his cum in sharp spurts.

Tony collapsed on me, panting onto my right cheek. I ran fingers up and down his back, feeling his cock diminishing within my tunnel. I hadn't had an orgasm but, after all, it was a quickie and I wasn't exactly deprived after all the experiences of the previous 24-hours.

I tapped on his back. "C'mon, lover boy, get off me. It's time you were getting ready to take me out."

Tony pushed up on his arms, lightly kissed my lips and stood, his limp wet cock glistening. "Thanks, that was a nice aperitif," he said. "Are you okay?" 

"Yes, just fine," I said, standing and looking down at a wet patch on the rumpled black dress. "But that's made my mind up. I'll be wearing the salmon dress."

It was after our meal, as we relaxed with coffee and brandy, that Tony asked me details about the party. The restaurant was not busy, only three other couples eating, and we had privacy seated at a table in the far corner of the room.

I told him about Mr Millionaire Evan, the arrangement with Charlie and the house, and the other people there: next door couple John and Helen, and Karen and Miranda from the escort agency. I didn't mention Justin but I did say that we were all naked, except for Evan in his boxer shorts. 

When I got to the part about Karen and Miranda performing and how they involved Helen in a lesbian threesome, Tony took a hefty swig of his brandy. "You would have loved it," I said.

"You think?"

"I know," I said emphatically. "Your favourite porn scenes are girl-on-girl and, believe me, this was as good as anything you've seen."

"Yes, I admit it, I like lesbian action," he said. "And I also like two women and a man, come to that." He gave me a big smile as I looked at him over the rim of my brandy bowl. "And what about you?"

"What do you mean, what about me?" I guiltily wondered if he had some suspicions about Gaynor and myself.

"I mean, what about you? Did you like watching, did it turn you on?"

"I liked it, yes. But it was an unusual experience, sitting there in the corner of a sofa in a room with virtual strangers while three girls got it on. I'd liked it better if you'd been there."

Tony nodded. "I suppose so. But Gaynor and Charlie aren't exactly strangers."

"I know they're not. But Evan sat next to me and Charlie was on his other side. The two from next door stood on the other side of the room with Gaynor, until Helen got involved, that is."

I drained my brandy and said: "Anyway, that wasn't the end of the entertainment."

Tony listened attentively when I described how Miranda invited John to fuck her.

"Wow, it sounds some party, Jen," he said, "and I missed it just to play golf. What a dummy!"

I was on a roll now and, without engaging brain, blurted out: "Then Helen demanded that Justin should join in with his big cock . . ."

"Justin? Who's Justin?"

I reached for my coffee cup. It was empty and I replaced it in the saucer. "Justin? I thought I told you at the beginning. He's another escort on Evan's payroll."

"No, you didn't tell me, Jen." Tony then waved to our waiter and, pointing at our empty vessels, ordered refills of coffee and brandy.

"Oh, well, that's who he is," I said as the waiter acknowledged Tony's order with a nod of his head.

"Big cock, you say."

"Hmm, yes, Helen was insisting that he showed his cock, said it was what she looked forward to at these parties. She was a bit tipsy by then. Anyway . . ."

I paused as the waiter brought our drinks and went away again. The coffee was hot, so we both sipped brandy. I then told Tony how Helen had made a feast of Justin's cock, sucking and masturbating him until she finished with cum over her face and small tits.

"And was he big?"

"Oh yes, he was quite large," I nodded. "Porn star dimensions without a doubt. But that was really the end of the show. Soon after, the caterers cleared up and everyone went, including Evan and Charlie. He never stays at the house, apparently."

"I see," said Tony looking into my eyes. "That must have been a turn on, though, Jen. I mean, you've got this big cock fantasy and, well, there you had one in the room with you." He raised his eyebrows.




Big Cock Fantasy Pt. 05



"Yes, obviously it was exciting to see a big cock." I wanted to avoid being more specific because I wasn't relaxed thinking and talking about Justin. In fact, I wished I'd never mentioned him. So I tried to move on: "But, like I said, I was a little uncomfortable in a room with strangers. It was a bit like when we went to that swinger's club, remember?"

Tony nodded. "Watching but not touching or joining in."

"Just like that, yes. But this time I didn't have you with me. I felt alone. It was like I was on the outside looking in, not a part of what was going on. A voyeur really."

"Bet you were wet."

I laughed. "I get wet thinking about sex, let alone watching it. You know that, Tony and I bet there's a lump in your trousers right now."

It was Tony's turn to laugh. "Don't think I should stand up just yet," he said. He paused, thoughtfully, and shook his head. "Sounds like I really missed a good party, didn't I?"

"Sure did," I said.

"Perhaps they'll invite us to another."

"Who knows? They just might. I promised to keep in touch with Gaynor."

"Good," he said and thought some more. "Right, better pay the bill and get home. I'm really horny after what you've been telling me."

"That's good," I said, "because I don't think I could sleep without you rocking me. And you'd better last longer than you did earlier tonight . . ."

A couple of weeks later, I was in my office at home working on various spreadsheets, when Tony entered and said: "Ah, caught you, what are you watching?"

I didn't even spin round on my chair to face him. "I've told you a thousand times, Tony, I don't watch internet porn on this computer. This is purely a work machine and, believe it or not, that's what I'm doing right now: working. In fact, as it's only Monday afternoon, I thought you might still be at work."

"Right, um, okay."

Still facing my screen, I asked: "Is there anything you want? Or can I finish what I'm doing?"

"Well, actually, I came home specially to give you some good news. I was gonna phone but I thought I'd rather tell you face-to-face. But it can wait . . ."

Now I did swivel on my chair. I looked up at his beaming face. "You've got it, haven't you?" I said, standing to take him in my arms.

"Yes," he said, wrapping his arms around me. "Geoff has agreed the deal, a dozen cars on two-year leases. And he's having four of our current fleet for his sales people lower down the food chain."

"That's great," I said, breaking from our embrace with a fleeting peck on his cheek. "Told you this glitch in the car hire could go away just like that," and I clicked my fingers.

"Not quite that simple," he said. "There's the initial expense of eight new cars . . ."

"Yes, " I interrupted, "but you've covered that in the deal. Don't forget, I've seen the figures. I'm sure we can at least afford a bottle of champagne to celebrate."

"Yes, but it's gotta be later," he said. "I really have only popped in to give you the news. I'll be busy for at least another three hours and then we can drink ourselves silly."

"Off you trot, then, and I'll finish what I'm doing here."

I have a confession: champagne gets to me. It loosens my tongue and libido, gets me high and happy, releases my cheeky side and, generally, makes me a bit reckless.

Halfway down the second bottle (and I had consumed most of the first) I was cuddling up to Tony on the sofa and I was definitely amorous. "I've bought you a new DVD," I whispered in his ear. "It's special for you, two girls and one man. Want to watch it?"

Of course he did!

The story, if I can call it that, involved a husband getting home early and finding his wife having sex in their bedroom with a black woman. And, as if you hadn't guessed, the shocked hubby recovers quickly and makes up a threesome. Not original but the sex was candid and erotic, the bodies meshing and writhing in multiple orgasms. So everyone had a good time. And that included Tony.

I fondled his balls and stroked his erection for most of the film and noticed that two scenes in particular had him throbbing and weeping pre-cum. First, when the wife was between the black woman's thighs licking her to climax and, second, when hubby fucked the black woman while she fingered and licked the wife's pussy.

"You were really into that, weren't you?" I said as the dutiful wife licked her hubby's cock clean. "Look at you, hard as iron. I don't why you haven't cum."

Seconds later, after three or four strokes, Tony lifted his hips off the sofa and spouted like a whale, great globs of milky semen landing on my arm and his belly.

"Wow," was all I could say as Tony's heaving chest gradually settled back to a normal breathing pattern and he relaxed into the sofa once more. His cock was still twitching as I bent to kiss and lick his reddened head.

"Yeah," he finally said. "That was good stuff right there. A real top film."

"Mmmm," I said, licking his cum off my fingers, "I've never seen you as worked up as that. What was it, the black woman?"

"All of it really," he said and then gave a throaty chuckle.

"What? What's funny?"

After a pause, Tony took my hand and looked into my eyes. "Well, don't be annoyed or anything, but I was imagining the couple was us."

My eyes widened. "Oh yes, you did, did you? And what about the black girl, who was she in your vivid imagination?" I smiled encouragingly.

"Nobody . . . well . . ."

"Yes?"

He hesitated, looking at our linked hands and giving me a squeeze. "Gaynor," he said.

I'm sure my heart missed a beat and then started drumming rapidly. I composed myself enough to say: "I see. You fancy fucking her do you?"

"No, no, it's not like that," he said urgently until he noticed my smile and the sparkle in my eyes.

"Just teasing," I said and Tony sighed, relieved. "But what was it that turned you on so much?"

Tony considered for a time and then shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I suppose it's a fantasy of mine. Being with a couple of lesbian women."

"Think they were bi not lesbian, Tony," I said.

"Yes, whatever . . . hmmm, guess you're right," he said. "Anyway, it's my fantasy, just like yours with a big cock. I mean, that's why I bought the dildo for you, isn't it?" 

I nodded, thoughtfully and we both laughed after Tony quickly said: "I don't want a blow up doll to share our bed."

At this point, the champagne really got the better of me. I kissed Tony's lips, squeezed his hand and muttered: "I've got something to tell you."

He remained silent and very still, except for his eyes flickering over my face, as I told him about my holiday tryst with Gaynor. "Just thought you should know," I concluded.

Tony was quiet for a minute or so, then said: "I'd never have guessed, you with another woman."

"I know. I've never even thought about sex with a woman let alone actually doing something. It was a complete surprise to me as well, believe me."

"But you enjoyed it?"

"Mmmm," I said, biting my bottom lip, then: "It was different. Hard to explain, really. I mean, I love it when you go down on me and suck on my nipples and all that. But, somehow, with a woman it was a different feeling. Softer, more gentle or something. Oh, I don't know, I can't explain it properly. But, yes, it was enjoyable."

Tony put a forefinger under my chin and lifted my head to look into my eyes. He kissed the tip of my nose and said: "I understand, just wish I'd been there."

I was stunned, blinked and could only say: "What?"

He grinned. "Yes, you heard. I wish I'd been there. C'mon, Jen, that would be my fantasy come true, wouldn't it? You and a black . . . well nearly black, woman, making love in front of me."

"I suppose that's right," I laughed and descended into a fit of giggles.

"What's so funny?" said Tony, frowning, as I subsided and wiped tears from my eyes.

"Remember how you said you'd missed a good party?"
"Yes," he said and suddenly realisation hit him. "You and Gaynor . . ."

"Yes we did," I cut in. "But, in private, not in front of other people. I could never, ever do that. No way."

'What, not even in front of me?"

I took a deep breath. Tony looked so earnest. "Well now," I said, "that would be something else, wouldn't it?"

As Tony's smile got wider, I decided that champagne was a very good drink for me after all.

Tony was seriously occupied with business for the next few days but I had time to reflect on my husband's desire to see me sexually active with another woman. More to the point, with Gaynor. Before long, reflections turned to plotting and scheming. And that led to a phone call.

"Hi Jen, what a pleasant surprise," came the husky voice. "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks," I said. "Trust you are, too."

"Tip-top, darling, now that you've called. I was only thinking last night about our little party the other week and that I must call you and see how things are ."

"Things are very good," I said and told her about how business had perked.

"That's nice," said Gaynor, "but what about you? I mean, you personally . . ."

"Ah, after the . . . er, party and all that, you mean?"

"Yes, Jen . . . and all that, as you call it. Ooops, sorry, I didn't ask. Are you okay to talk . . ."

"Free to talk about anything," I said. "Fact is, that's why I've called."

Gaynor said nothing, apart from the occasional "mmm," as I revealed in detail Tony's fantasy and what I'd told him about "our relationship."

"That must have been a surprise to him after 12 years of marriage," said Gaynor.

"Yes, it was. But, honestly, it was no more of a surprise to him than it had been for me. I never imagined I had these bi-sexual tendencies," I said.

Gaynor chuckled. "Tendencies? Listen girl, you're well past tendencies. You're as full-blown a bi-woman as I've ever known. Look at you, Jen: you love pussy and big cock, too. What more proof do you want?" 

I didn't answer but considered what Gaynor had said so bluntly. Pussy and big cock! Yep, that was me, except: "Honestly, Gaynor, I'm not sure about pussy in general. I mean, I'm not sure I'd like it with anyone else. . ."

"That's nice, Jen," Gaynor cut in. "I'm really pleased that your first woman-to-woman was with me and you must know how much I enjoyed it. And I like to think we'll have more times together. But what about big cock? Have you told Tony about Justin?"

"Oh dear no," I said quickly, "I intend to keep that a secret for the rest of my days. Listen Gaynor, I know that I cheated on Tony and maybe I was weak. But I couldn't help myself. I had to have a big cock at least once in my life and I'm grateful for your help. I really am."

"You said 'at least once.' Not just once. Are you fancying another taste of a big cock, Jen?"

I didn't respond immediately but recalled the thrill of Justin's wonderful snake burrowing up my tunnel.

"Still there, Jen?"


"Mmm, yes, Gaynor, I'm still here," I said quietly.

Gaynor again chuckled down the phone. "Don't deny yourself, Jen. You know deep down, so to speak, that one experience could never be enough. Okay, you're trying your best to be faithful to Tony and I understand that. But what will be will be. Go with the flow and see where it leads you. What Tony doesn't know can't harm him." Gaynor paused. "Look, you're both very sexually active and what's wrong with new doors opening at this stage in your lives?"

"You can be very persuasive, Gaynor," I said.

"Do you need persuading?" The question hung in the air until Gaynor added: "Let's face it, Jen, why have you called? Why have you told me about Tony's fantasy and that you've told him about us? What do you want, Jen? Is there something I can do for you? If there is, you know I'll willingly help, if I can. But you've got to ask."

I closed my eyes tight, listening to her husky tone. Then: "To be honest, I'm trying to convince myself that I've not betrayed Tony. I think I'm trying to give him something to dilute my guilt. I can't tell him about Justin but, if it's possible, I want to help him fulfill his fantasy."

"Well, that shouldn't be too hard to do. As long as you're willing to participate, that is. From what you told me, it looks like you and I together could be the answer to his dream."

"Would you be okay with that?" I asked, my pulse rate increasing.

"Sure, you know it's my pleasure to be with you. But I guess Tony would like to get involved, too. Not just watching, I mean."

"Yes, I think so," I said. "Is that okay?"

"No problem for me. But you must think about this Jen: what if, in the heat of the moment, he wants to fuck me?" 

I'd thought about such an eventuality since Tony's cock-twitching reaction to the husband fucking the black woman on the porno film. "Honestly, Gaynor, I don't know. As I've told you, so far in our marriage we've never been involved with other people. No swinging or wife swapping. I just don't know. I think it would be a case of suck it and see," and we both laughed.

"Yep, go with the flow, girl." After a few seconds silence, Gaynor said: "Okay, Jen, leave it with me. I'll see what I can arrange, a little party or something, yes?"

"Oh yes, that would be lovely. But no public performance, Gaynor. It must be private."

"Worry not. I'll be in touch. My love to Tony . . . byeee."

This time, Gaynor told us it would be a small, informal party starting in the evening and that we should arrive mid-afternoon. Despite trying to appear casual, I could tell that Tony was excited about the weekend's prospects.

Gaynor, in white shorts and sleeveless top with a deep V neckline, came out to greet us and insisted on giving Tony a quick tour of the house. "Charlie's in the kitchen," she told me and off I went.

Charlie was opening a chilled bottle of white wine but stopped to embrace me and exchange air kisses. "You're looking as gorgeous as ever, Jen," she said, holding me at arms length. "Still got a lovely tan. Been a good summer, hasn't it?"


"Yes, wonderful weather Charlie," I agreed. "But a little cloudier today."

"Mmm," she nodded, offering me a glass of wine. "Not a day for being around the pool, I'm afraid. Still, we'll have fun, won't we?" and she laughed before sipping some wine. "I take it Gaynor's showing Tony where everything is."

I boosted myself up onto a stool at the breakfast bar and took another drink of wine. "What sort of party have you got lined up tonight?"

"Oh, nothing elaborate. Just a few people, nibbles and drinks," she said. "Evan's not here, he's in Spain somewhere on business. No idea what sort of business, probably buying more property or meeting people to do deals. Who knows? I don't get involved in that sort of stuff." 

"Thought you'd be round the pool," came Gaynor's husky voice, leading Tony into the kitchen.

"Bit cloudy," said Charlie.

"Yes, but still warm and, look, the sun's coming through. Let's get out there while we can. In a couple of hours, people will start to arrive."

It turned out that Charlie's "few people" was four, John and Helen from next door plus Miranda but no Karen. Justin was last to arrive. So, we were eight in total and "the nibbles" consisted of the huge table in the dining room groaning under the weight of a hot and cold buffet.

I introduced Tony to John and Helen and she said: "Wonderful to meet you. I'm really glad you could make it this time. Your poor wife sat all quiet in a corner without you, didn't you Jenny? Couldn't join in all the fun at all, could you dear?"

I smiled. "I was fine, Helen, enjoyed the show just fine. I like to watch."

"Yes, well, if you say so," she said doubtfully. "But I reckon it's much better to take part."

"We're not all the same, dear," said John. "And thank God for that. I'm sure Jen enjoyed herself and will again tonight. Especially now that Tony can be with us." He smiled at all three of us. "Should we get something to eat?"

It was a little after 9 when everyone had finished eating and we were all in the large lounge. Dance music ideal for smooching came over the sound system and Charlie and Miranda were first up, in the middle of the room arms wrapped around each other and hips swaying. Helen (surprise, surprise) moved in on Justin and John asked me to dance. Gaynor and Tony talked for a while on a sofa until they, too, got up and danced.

John was a gentlemen, holding me lightly and not pressing his groin into me. The same politeness couldn't be said of Helen who was grinding into Justin with her hands pulling on his buttocks. Justin indulged her, smiling down at her. 

After three or four numbers, I thanked John and returned to the sofa and my wine. John danced with Charlie and Miranda drifted across the room and took Gaynor's place in Tony's arms.

"How're you doing?" asked Gaynor as she sat next to me.

"Okay," I said, watching Tony gyrating his hips as Miranda moved in close, her hands on his shoulders. "Tony seems to be enjoying himself."

Gaynor smiled. "Yep, looks like Miranda's getting him warmed up."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the couples dancing, before Gaynor took my hand and, with a husky "come on," led me into the middle of the floor. I could feel her beautiful breasts squashing against me. Her pubic bone pressed against my hip as we slowly circled and swayed. Then she bent her head, kissed my cheek and whispered: "This will warm up Tony even more."

It was then that Helen said loudly: "Go for it, Charlie."

Charlie, now naked, was perched on a high stool and John stood in front of her, his trousers down at his ankles. Charlie slowly stroked his cock while fingering her pussy with her free hand. We all stopped dancing to watch as Charlie bent forward and expertly used her mouth to slide a condom onto John's stiff member. He shuffled to place himself between Charlie's open thighs and she raised her knees, exposing her wet inviting hole. As John's cock wavered at her entrance, Charlie removed his T-shirt and then, with one hand, fed his eager probe into her.

By now, Miranda had brought Tony over to me and Gaynor stood aside, leaving him standing between us both. I put my right arm around his waist and Gaynor placed her left hand on his shoulder. Tony kept his gaze on Charlie and John, who was now pumping up and down her squishy tunnel.

"Give it to her, John," shouted Helen. "Fuck her good and proper."

"Good God, " whispered Tony, "that's incredible."

I couldn't see that Charlie and John were doing anything exceptional. "What's incredible?" I whispered back.

"Over there," and Tony nodded across the room in the direction of Helen. She had brought Justin's black cock out of his trouser fly and was stroking it with her right hand. He was semi-erect, his plum head still pointing at the floor. Helen's tiny fist stroked along most of his column but she couldn't reach down as far as his purple helmet.

I leaned into Tony and, with my left hand, felt his bulge. "Exciting, isn't it?" I said looking up at his face.

"Mmmm, it is that."

It was then that John let out a gasp or two, his legs trembled and Charlie held him tight, saying: "That's it, come on, shoot it all out . . . that's a good boy, John."

Miranda led polite applause which everyone joined in except Helen who would not release her grip on Justin.

John withdrew from Charlie, who carefully eased the condom off his withering weapon and wrapped it in a tissue. She got off the stool and John, his face red after his exertions, pulled up his pants. Miranda walked to the stool and with a crooked finger beckoned to Helen, who slowly made her way across the room, having reluctantly released Justin.

Miranda slipped out of her dress and was naked all except for her red high heels. I felt Tony twitch at the sight of Miranda's brown curvaceous body. Miranda then helped Helen disrobe and, in seconds, the woman from next door was naked, her nipples standing proud on her small breasts. Miranda cupped a hand on Helen's mound and declared: "My, you're sopping. Come feel this, Justin."




Big Cock Fantasy Pt. 05



I held my breath as Justin made his way to the two naked women, his cock still hanging from his trousers. Helen stood with her legs open and Justin felt her pussy, his middle finger sliding into the dark, wet recess. "Oh fuck," said Helen as the finger pushed, poked and pleasured her.

Miranda unbuttoned Justin's trousers, let them drop and he stepped out of them. He was barefoot and naked from the waist down with his mammoth tube now in Miranda's hands. She knelt, kissed and licked the huge knob end as a prelude to wrapping her lips around it and sucking it into her mouth. Helen had her little fist on the shaft again and Justin removed his finger from her pussy as both women paid attention to his monster.

When Miranda stopped sucking and stood up again, Justin had grown considerably. Helen's hand was at the base, pressed up against his pubic hair, and the rest of his black baton was thick and pulsating, the veins clearly engorged. Helen stroked and rubbed along the length and I couldn't help but sigh as it stiffened, hardened and rose steadily and dramatically.

"Oh my," I said through pursed lips.

Tony kissed the top of my head and said: "I reckon he's as big as your dildo."

I nodded but didn't speak. I concentrated on Justin's growing pole which was being stroked by both girls. I was envious and frustrated. I so wanted to feel his pulsating flesh in my hands but, instead, I gripped Tony's cock through his trousers. I knew I'd leaked into my panties and they became wetter when Miranda and Helen knelt in front of Justin as he masturbated his huge snake. Miranda caressed his balls and Helen sat back on her heels, massaging her tits and licking her lips ready for Justin's ejaculate.

It wasn't a long wait. The plum head swelled, opening up the one eye, and the first spurt landed in Helen's hair. The second and third splattered into her face, the fourth gushed over her chest and the fifth Miranda took on her tongue. She turned to kiss Helen and I assumed she'd transferred Justin's milky fluid into her mouth.

Justin's wonderful dong slowly lowered from the horizontal until it was home again, lolling between his lean thighs. Helen planted a kiss on the purple dome before John handed her a face towel.

"Well," said Gaynor, turning to look at Tony, "I think that wraps up tonight's public entertainment. Did you enjoy the show?"

"I certainly did. I must congratulate you," he said, "you know how to put on a show."

With her throaty, husky chuckle, Gaynor said: "You haven't seen nothing yet, the fun's only just begun" and kissed him firmly on the lips before walking away to join Charlie and Justin, who had put his trousers back on.

"She's never kissed me on the lips before," said a surprised Tony. 

I squeezed the bulge in his pants. "Get used to it, honey. I think she'll be kissing lots more of you before this night's over." I winked and put a forefinger under his chin and closed his mouth. "That's better, you don't look quite so idiotic."

Tony gazed into my eyes for a few seconds. Wrapping his arms around me, he kissed the tip of my nose and said: "I can't wait . . . I mean," he stammered, "you do mean you and Gaynor will be . . . er . . ."

"Getting it on for you," I supplied. "Yes, that's what I mean. But first, why don't you get me another drink?"

Tony kissed my nose again, squeezed me, and went to the dining room in search of more wine as I crossed the room to where Gaynor was wrapping up the proceedings.

I heard John thanking Gaynor and Charlie "for another super night" and Helen, dressed but dishevelled, added: "I must have a shower. That delightful monster blew a load in my hair." She ran fingers through her matted locks. "Ugh, what a mess. But what a bloody lovely way to get messed up." She laughed and noticed that I'd joined the group.

"Ah, Jenny, have you enjoyed watching again?"

"Yes, Helen, it was very entertaining, thank you. I can see that you enjoyed taking part."

"Oh yes, dearie," she said with a smile lighting up her face. "I just love Justin's big black cock, what a delight." She paused, looking at me as Tony handed me a glass of wine. "I must say, Jen, I'm surprised you haven't joined in. I mean, you're a very attractive woman and, if you don't mind me saying, I've watched you ogling Justin's cock. Weren't you tempted to have a feel."

"Now, now . . ." said John.

"No, it's okay, John," I said, clutching Tony's hand. "Yes, Justin's cock is amazing but I'm quite happy to look at it, thanks. No offence to you Helen, but I'm not into taking part in public displays other than as a viewer."

"Ahh, a voyeur. Okay, dearie, if that's how you get your kicks. It's not for me, I'd rather get involved, press the flesh as it were. Isn't that right, John?"

"Yes, Helen," he said, 'but, like I always tell you, we're all different. Remember, if people like Jen didn't like watching, we wouldn't have anyone to perform to, would we? And, on that note, I really do think we should be going. You do need a shower, after all."

Miranda left with the next door couple ("another threesome on the cards there," said Charlie) and we all settled down with drinks just before midnight. I was the filling in a sandwich between Gaynor and Tony on the five-seater sofa while Justin and Charlie sat in separate armchairs. 

"Everybody comfortable?" asked Charlie and, using a couple of remotes, dimmed the lighting and switched on a large, flat screen TV. Here we go, I thought, and yes, a porn film started to play. The opening scene was quickly into action, a white girl playing with a huge black dildo (where have I seen that before?) was joined by a buxom, wide-hipped black woman.

After three or so minutes of kissing and slurping on the screen, Gaynor said softly and urgently, "Uh, oh, it's no good." She looked beyond me at Tony. "Excuse me, there's something I must do. Hope you don't mind, Tony . . ."

Gaynor's lips fixed on mine, her hands either side of my face. Her tongue swept into my mouth, licking and searching. I responded, murmuring low, and she sucked my tongue. I raised my hands to her large breasts, the nipples already firm beneath her cotton top. I rubbed and squeezed the soft yet firm globes, wanting and wishing to suckle them.

Gaynor stopped kissing, drew the cotton top over her head, leaving her magnificent tits to swing free. Tony movied in his seat next to me, half-turning to get a clearer view of his wife and their caramel-skinned friend.

"Are you okay with this," I asked him.

He nodded, eyes wide and glinting. But no words. Struck dumb with anticipation and excitement.

Two prominent nipples awaited. I sucked, licked and teased them with my fingers as Gaynor murmured and ran her fingers gently through my abundant hair. "My turn," she whispered and, stripping me of my top, fondled my heaving mounds, pinching and twisting my tender nips before lowering her head to gently suck and feed on those teats. Without faltering in her attentions to my chest, Gaynor parted my knees with her hands and slid over my body to wedge herself between my thighs. Her breasts squashed on my stomach and her hands smoothed along my rib cage, fingers so feather light, as she nuzzled in my cleavage, her soft cheeks brushing my boobs.

I was dripping into my panties and Gaynor decided now was the time to get naked. She stood and disrobed, only the ruby-jewel in her navel left to adorn her silky soft skin. I raised my hips to assist Gaynor in the removal of my skirt. Now she knelt, hands on my open thighs and licked from my pubis up along my tummy. Her tongue swirled in my navel and I felt her fingers pulling at my panties. Her tongue travelled back down my torso as she slid my sodden briefs over my thighs, knees, calves and waited for me to lift my feet clear. I cupped my breasts, thumbing the aroused nipples, as Gaynor's mouth pressed against my hairless pussy. Her tongue flicked along my slit and she huskily sighed "Mmmm, so juicy."

Lapping, licking and sucking . . . I felt an orgasm rising from my depths and it flared up when Gaynor introduced a finger into my hole and thumbed my clit. My hips bucked uncontrollably; my volcano erupted, emitting sticky juice which Gaynor drank greedily.

"Oh my god," I gasped, exhaling at last.

"You can say that again," said Tony.

I turned my head to look at him and smiled when I saw he was grinning broadly. I pouted my lips for a kiss and Gaynor said: "I want that mouth now."

She was standing, legs open with one hand at her mound, a finger sliding along her pink slit. "Lay down here," she said, pointing to the floor.

I completed the move and Gaynor stood astride my shoulders, facing my feet. She squatted, put her hands at the side of my hips and lowered her pussy to my face. Her musky scent enveloped my senses and, as I held onto her firm thighs, I lapped at her open petals, flicked at her clit, poked into her entrance and sucked and kissed everywhere, her juices spread on my mouth and chin. "Whoa, whoa," she said, "that's good, very good. In fact, too damn good," and she lifted off my face and rolled to one side. She propped up on one arm and looked at Tony, still transfixed in the corner of the huge sofa.

"What are you doing up there, Tony?" she asked. "C'mon, get down here with your wife . . . and get those stupid clothes off."

I lay flat out, legs open; Gaynor knelt at my side, sitting back on her heels until Tony was naked. His cock was hard, pre-cum glistening on his bloated bell-end and he stood there, apparently unsure what to do.

"Give me a kiss," said Gaynor, turning her head up to him. Tony bent to meet her lips and as they merged, Gaynor's left hand cupped his heavy balls. Her fingers tickled his sac and I sat up, leaning back on both hands, to watch my man with another woman for the first time. They stopped kissing, Tony straightened up and Gaynor looked at me, a smile revealing her white teeth. She still cupped his sac and her thumb caressed his sensitive spheres. His 7-incher looked beautiful and I got on all fours and crept towards him.

Gaynor released his balls and rubbed her left hand over his buttocks. Her right hand gripped his penis and pointed it at my face. I licked the pre-cum, smacked my lips and purred my delight. Tony sighed and his thighs tightened when I took his head into my mouth. Slowly I consumed more of his thick length and began bobbing on his pulsating erection. With thumb and forefinger ringed around him, Gaynor stroked at his base. It wasn't long before Tony's cock expanded in my mouth, the head enlarged ready for release. I withdrew so that only the head was between my lips and Gaynor massaged the solid stem with increasing speed. The first spurt thudded fiercely into the roof of my mouth. I instinctively flinched and my lips released his cock which continued to gush, splattering my cheek, neck, shoulders and chest.

"That was glorious," said Gaynor, still running her hand along Tony's length.

"Bravo, bravo," applauded Charlie and it was only then that I remembered she and Justin were in the room. And so, we had put on our first public performance.

I licked at Tony's head, cleaning him with my tongue, but Gaynor maintained her grip on him and said: "This boy still wants to party. He's still stiff."

Charlie appeared at my side with a towel. "Is that right, Tony?" I said as Charlie wiped away his spent semen from my face and chest. "Are you still horny, you rampant sex maniac?" 

"Course he is," said Gaynor, "look at this," and she removed her hand from his cock which remained proudly erect. "This cowboy's got plenty of ride left in him."

Tony chortled. "I've just had a fantasy come true," he said, eyes bright and darting between me and Gaynor. "The only thing is, I never got to taste you two ladies."

Gaynor looked at me, eyebrows raised. I smiled at her, shrugged my shoulders, palms upward and said: "I'm game if you are."

"Right," she said and immediately offered up her round mammaries. "Start by sucking on these puppies."

Tony glanced at me and I encouraged him with a smile and nod, eyes staring straight into his face. "Go on, enjoy."

While Tony pleasured himself (and Gaynor) at her chest, I slipped two fingers into her mushy, warm tunnel. Soon she was sighing and wriggling, muttering "oh yes, yes, yes, oh yes," until, both hands at the sides of his face, she lifted Tony from her bosom and kissed him urgently. She flooded my hand amid squishy sounds emitting from her flooded cave.

It was then that I noticed Justin was naked in his chair. Charlie sat between his feet, her right arm resting on his left thigh, and both were looking at us, ignoring the porn still playing on the TV. Justin's whopping tool was resplendently stretched up his stomach, the monumental head resting just below his nipples. "Wow," I muttered and shook my head.

Gaynor and Tony both followed the direction of my gaze.

The silence was broken when Gaynor again grasped Tony's firm cock and told him: "This is a beauty, really hard and thick. No wonder Jen always has a smile on her face when she's got this big thing to satisfy her. You'd better give it to her now."

Tony looked at me, on my knees facing his rigid tool, and smiled. "Two things about that, Gaynor," he said. "Jen and I have a great sex life, a great life altogether come to that. But she has a fantasy about a big cock. Like that one over there," and he nodded at Justin. "We got a massive black dildo to help her meet that fantasy but . . ." he paused and looked at me, "it's not the real thing is it?"

It was my turn for the dropped jaw.

"And, anyway," Tony continued turning to look at Gaynor, who absently stroked his manhood, "I'm still hard like this because I find you . . . well, I find . . ."

"Find me fuckable?" she offered.

Tony nodded. "Yes," he said softly. "Very fuckable, very attractive and . . ."

"What do you say, Jen?" Gaynor cut him short and looked into my eyes. "Would it be okay for Tony to complete his fantasy and fuck me? Eh, what d'you think?"

I got off my knees and put a hand behind Tony's neck, pulling him into a kiss. "If that's really what you want Tony, go ahead. You have my blessing."

"Are you sure?"

"Mmm," I nodded. "But I'd rather you didn't leave the room. Do it here where I am."

Then came the stunner. "I wasn't planning on going anywhere," he said. "I thought we'd both enjoy our fantasies together. If Justin's willing, that is." 

My heart bumped, missed a couple of beats and my knees weakened. "Let me get this straight," I said, my voice wavering. "You fuck Gaynor and Justin fucks me? Right now, right here?"

"Yes, isn't that what you'd like, a real live big black cock? Not a plastic toy, the real thing, flesh and blood."

I wiped my brow with the back of a hand. "Well, yes, it's my fantasy, my curiosity, you know that."

"Well, then, this is the moment," he said and turned towards Justin. "Is that okay with you?"

I looked again at the vast, towering tube and then at Justin's smiling face. "Sure, be my pleasure if the little lady would like to come over here."

So, there it was: an invitation not to be refused. I kissed Tony, squeezed his hand and said: "Thanks, darling. Gaynor will take good care of you, I know." I smiled at them both and, on trembling legs, crossed the room. The titanic cock seemed to get even bigger as I approached.

Charlie remained in her position but her left hand gripped Justin's cock at the base and lifted him upright. It was colossal and the old doubts about accepting such a prodigious missile worried me.

Justin smiled: "Hello, Jen. Don't worry, it won't hurt."

I wasn't sure about that but I reached for his plum. It was soft and silky smooth in my palm and I slid my hand down his thick shaft. "God," I whispered, "you're massive, mega."

"That's one helluva jumbo cock," said Charlie, letting go and moving a few feet away. 

"Turn around," said Justin, "and sit in my lap."

I turned, backed up between his outstretched legs, and slowly lowered onto his lap. Justin held the epic tube down in front of me. When I settled, he put his hands on my waist and his cock slapped up against my tummy. The bulbous head nestled between my tits and I wondered again how I'd ever managed to take him in. I put both hands around his shaft and began to stroke him, all the way up and down.

Across the room, I saw Tony sprawled on the sofa and Gaynor was astride him, looking down at him as she reached for his cock and fed it between her pink petals. The very same petals that I had been sucking and kissing only minutes ago. Once inserted, Gaynor leaned forward, arms straight and hands at the side of Tony's head. He massaged her full breasts and she began a rhythmic ride of his rigid erection.

Justin put his hands over mine to halt my stroking. "How would you like it? What position, Jen?"

I thought about it for a few seconds. "If I lay across this chair arm, could you stand between my legs and do it?"

"Sure," he said, "sounds good for penetration."

Penetration! That giant storming my entrance! I stood aside while Justin got up from the seat. His horizontal cock bounced, his big balls tight up. I settled my rear on the chair arm and lay back, legs apart, pelvis jutting up. Charlie appeared, put a cushion below my head and said: "Is that comfortable."

"Mmm, yes thanks."

"Your pussy looks lovely," she said. "Mind if I touch it?"

Why not, I thought? "Go ahead, see if I'm ready for his monster."

Charlie stood between my legs and rubbed two fingers between my lips. I was wet, no doubt, and got even wetter when Charlie teased my clit. Finally, she bent and kissed my pussy. "You're ready, enjoy," she said.

Justin replaced her between my legs and I smiled up at him. The purple dome was inches from my sopping tunnel and, with his right hand, Justin placed it between my puffy lips. Still holding his shaft, he proceeded to feed the helmet into my opening and swiftly pressed on, breaking through my tunnel entrance. I yelped, not loud, and held my breath.

"It's okay," he said. "The head's in, just relax. You took it well."

And so he began, just like my first experience. I looked along my tummy to my raised groin and watched as he gradually sank the black hulk into my stretched pussy. I was tight, the tunnel walls closed on his trunk. But the oversized head kept on coming, snaking and foraging ever onward. My first orgasm was sudden, almost without warning, but the flowing juices helped Justin's journey. He eased into my cavern, inch at a time, and I could see about three or four inches still to enter when I flooded again. This time the build up was slow and intense and I held my breath until my head was spinning.

"Breathe, Jen," said Charlie.

I exhaled and smiled. "Wow, that was something else," I said and the snake burrowed further and further into hidden depths. I was sure I was full. He must have reached the end of my tunnel. I looked again just as our pubic bones met. 

Justin stood still, smiling down at me. "Okay, Jen?"

"Oh yes," I blurted. "Okay and ready Mr Giant Cock."

The long reverse journey left me gasping and empty. I immediately missed the firm, thick flesh pressing against my walls, being deep inside me until . . . here it comes again: the great helmet dragging the huge wriggling snake behind him. 

Four, five, six times or more, Justin journeyed up and down, employing his complete length. He pulled back so that his plum head nestled between my lips and then plunged the whole length back in. I was in a constant state of orgasmic pleasure. I squeezed my tits, breathed deeply and heavily, panted at times, and bucked my hips to meet his thrusts.

It couldn't last for ever. This gigantic fuck had to end sometime and I nearly passed out when the enormous head expanded, swelled, broadened. Justin increased his rhythm, withdrawing probably only three inches and driving back in hard. It became a furious fuck, plunging and punishing, expanding and drilling. He came. Great gushes spurted from him, his thick length deep within me. My dark cavern was flooded with warm and sticky juices.




Big Cock Fantasy



"Okay bitch," scalded Marcus, "we've only just begun" and he pulled out with an audible plop.

"Oh my god," I said. "He's gonna put it straight back in."
And he did. And this time Sondra just said: "Oh fuck" and her head rocked side to side on the bed, brown eyes wide open in surprise and shock. Marcus gradually fed her his bulging shaft until about four inches remained. Then he started a rhythmic in-and-out motion which had Sondra murmuring "oh yes, oh yes, fuck me with your big dick. Come on, give it to me, harder, all of it . . ."

Marcus responded by speeding up for eight, nine, ten thrusts and finally slammed the whole massive boner into her. Sondra squealed as Marcus continually drew almost all the way out and then hammered back in. Finally, Marcus pulled out completely and with just two rubs of his glistening brown rod sent sperm shooting up Sondra's belly and splashing on her tits and face.

"Just look at that lot," I said. "There's gallons of the stuff just pumping out."

"Yep, and look at that," said Tony as the camera revealed a gaping red hole that was Sandra's well fucked pussy. Sondra sat up, took the still-hard cock in both hands, kissed and licked the huge helmet and smiled up at Marcus as the film faded away.

"You're sopping down here," said Tony.

"I'm not surprised. Jeez, that was a turn on."

"Would you like to try your own Marcus now?"

"Mmmm," I said, thinking and reaching for the dildo. Just then the second scene started and I said: "Let's see what happens here."

This time it was Debbie, the blonde with the silicone bosom. She was in the shower, the camera panning all over her body: long legs, smooth back and rounded bottom. And, of course, the round globes which she continually soaped with one hand while rubbing her other hand between her legs. 

The shower door slid open - and in stepped Marcus, his huge erect cock leading the way. Debbie immediately grabbed his enormous club and squatted to kiss, lick and slurp all over it. With water cascading down, Marcus picked up his blonde doll, hands under her buttocks, and she swung her legs around his waist. His cock was squashed up his stomach, reaching just short of his nipples as he carried her from the shower and dropped her onto the bed.

"On your knees, bitch," Marcus ordered and Debbie took up the position, her huge globes hanging down and bum in the air. Marcus again held his cock and put the purple mushroom against Debbie's shaven pussy. With his left hand he reached round and tweaked at Debbie's left nipple. She moaned and then gasped loudly as Marcus burst into her. 

I gasped, too, and felt the huge head of my dildo. "Have you got the lube, Tony?" I asked. I was ready for my own big cock delight as Marcus delved deeply into a moaning Debbie, his balls slapping noisily against her slender thighs.

Tony handed me the lube and I squeezed a good amount onto the dildo, smoothing it over the head and a few inches down the six-inch shaft. 

Marcus finished the doggy fuck and lay back on the bed, his legs dangling over the edge. Debbie stood astride him, tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulders and reached down for the black pole. The camera closed in as Debbie prepared to sit on the helmet.

At the same time, I presented the dildo to my pussy. With both hands on the shaft I guided it towards home. Tony moved down the bed to watch as I applied pressure on my waiting hole. I felt my lips parting.

Debbie was now poised over Marcus and she eased gingerly down and grunted with satisfaction and a little pain as the head again entered her. I, too, let out a yelp at the same time as more of the dildo rushed into me.

"Yes, Jen, well done," said Tony with obvious admiration.

I was gasping and watching Debbie descend on Marcus' flagpole. I also felt a great warmth within my pussy and something nudging at my walls. I flung my head back and looked up at the ceiling. "What's happened?" I said. "I feel all weak and trembly."

I could hardly hold the dildo and my arms and legs were quivering. "Okay, here let me," said Tony and he took hold of the dildo which I knew had entered me. But how much? Debbie was happily grinding up and down on Marcus, screaming "Oh yes, oh yes" as I asked Tony: "Is it in very far?"

"Yes and no," he said, adding quickly: "But you've got all the head in, the thickest part. Well done, Jen. How's it feel."

Good question. How did it feel? "Strange," I said softly. "It's kinda tender but hot and yet wet. I feel I'm stretched wide out and yet I can't really feel it up me. Not like when you go deep. As I say, it's strange."

"Shit, shit, shit" cried out Debbie as Marcus unloaded his sperm into her. As Marcus relaxed he said "Okay bitch, you're full now. Get up." And Debbie stood up slowly, exposing Marcus' giant cock inch by inch until it finally plopped out followed by a river of spunk coursing down Debbie's thighs.

I took a deep breath and could then feel my intruder. "Think I'm okay again now," I said. "Not trembling any more."

"Good," said Tony with a smile at me. He still held the dildo in place. "What do you want to do?"

"Carry on, of course. Like I said, there must be a lot of pleasure to be had to compensate for that painful entry."

"Perhaps that;s because it's the first time," suggested Tony.

"Maybe," I said, "but I'm not taking it out just yet. Let's see how much I can get in me first."

Brunette Karen was now on screen, working out on a treadmill. Nearby, laying back on a bench and working weights, was Marcus.

"Okay, Tony, I want you to work that monster up me. Take it nice and slow, bit at a time. I'll tell you when to stop."

I lay back, eyes focused on the ceiling, and rested my arms down by my side. My chest was pumping up and down as I tried to breath slowly and relax.

Karen got off the treadmill and looked across at Marcus. The camera closed in on him, first his face and then down his slim body to his red shorts. The bulge down his left inner thigh was noticeable - and Karen also spotted the huge helmet peeking out.

Karen approached Marcus and coughed. "Excuse me," she said politely. Marcus looked at her, his eyes taking in her svelte figure and pretty face. "I'm sorry but did you know that you're ... well, did you know that you're not properly dressed."

Marcus sat up, sighed deeply and said: "Was it showing again?" Karen nodded and added: "It still is." Marcus didn't bother looking at his shorts but simply asked: "Want to see all of it?"

I felt the mattress move as Tony moved to get comfortable at my side, his left hand on my right thigh. Then my attention was suddenly switched to my pussy as there was movement within.Tony was wiggling the dildo, not pushing or pulling, just playing it around.

"Mmmm," I said, "that's good. I can really feel that."

Seconds later Tony said :"I'm gonna give you just a little more" and I replied: "Okay, I'm ready." And I really was. The pain I'd initially felt had subsided, replaced by a feeling of euphoria. I wanted to know how much cock I could take - and whether it really was all so consuming and superior to regular-sized dicks.

Gently, slowly, carefully, Tony began to ease more of the black mambo up my valley. I could feel the head forging forward and the huge vein rubbed delightfully along my clit. A little more came in and I put a hand on my tummy, convinced I would be able to feel the rod poking along.

Karen, by now, had removed Marcus' shorts and was giving him a two-handed tugjob with long, slow strokes. His balls were tight and full when Karen hopped up and, without flinching, sat on his first six inches. Just like that!

"How much have I got now?" I asked.

"About half, Jen."

"Half? Just over five inches, that all?"

"Don't forget it's a thick monster, Jen. Much fatter than me."

"Right, okay. It just feels much more in there."

"Look, I'm gonna move it in and out a little now, like a fuck."

"Don't take it out," I said in a panic.

"No, course not. I'll just fuck you a little with it, get you used to the motion."

I nodded just as Karen sank all the way down. Without pausing, she began the long journey up and down, bending at the knees and displaying just what benefits she got from her workouts. Marcus just lay back to enjoy it - and I did the same as Tony moved the dildo back and forth.

There didn't seem to be a lot of movement but my pussy, of course, was tight and I could feel my outer lips being pulled and pushed. My clit was on fire and, out of the blue, I felt an orgasm rising rapidly. My thighs tightened, I held my breath and Tony said: "Yes, c'mon, Jen, let it go." That did it. I gushed like I'd never gushed before, wave after wave of release, juices flowing. Tony kept the dildo moving in and out, up and down, as I climaxed and eventually shuddered to a halt. Tony stopped.

"No, don't stop. Keep it going, give me more," I pleaded in a hoarse voice.

Without a word, Tony resumed his masturbation of my soaking tunnel. The lubrication helped as I felt the helmet coming up my tube. Now it felt I was in new territory, somewhere Tony had not reached. I drew my feet up the bed, raising my knees and, hopefully, widening my opening. 

"About eight inches in," said Tony suddenly.

"Great," I said. "Can you make the strokes longer?"

"Sure thing," he answered and I felt the suction as he withdrew the baton. Then it was coming back, filling me up and sending tingles all the way up my tummy. "Yes, that's good," I said.

Karen had now dismounted and resumed wanking Marcus, this time with one hand. With a loud gasp and a jerk of his whole body, Marcus released torrents of cum, shooting feet into the air and landing on Karen's back and in her air. Marcus spasmed a final time and his mighty swollen cock seemed even greater in girth as the camera lingered on his twitching length.

Longer and longer the strokes became and another orgasm approached. "Oh yes, fuck me with that big black cock," I shouted as amazing sensations swirled around my being. "More, give me more. Harder, quicker ..."

Tony didn't need any second bidding. He could see that I was now totally aroused, almost on a different planet. He plunged the massive donger up and down and I lifted up my hips to meet the surges. The helmet was now right up me, intruding into virgin areas, unused parts of my vagina.

I was getting breathless and yet another orgasm sent floods cascading down and squeezing out onto my thighs. I could feel the warm sticky fluid as it seeped out. I didn't know how much longer I could go on but I didn't want it to end. It was too delightful, too pleasurable and I was greedy for more and more.

"Is there much more to get in," I gasped as Tony slowed.

"No, love, just a couple of inches. Are you still okay?"
So, I'd got nine inches pleasuring my 35 year old pussy. Wow, who'd have thought it. I felt good if tired. But the adrenaline was now flowing. "I'm fine, can't you tell?" I whispered. "Your arm must be tired, though. Just give me another two or three minutes and see if we can get all 11inches in me."

" Right," said Tony and he moved to kneel between my knees. "Your pussy looks great with this monster going in and out," he said and started to plough up and down again, now using his left arm. "I'm pulling it almost all the way out," he said.

That much I'd guessed as the void it left was enormous. But when it plunged back in I was delirious. The pleasure was indescribable as more juices flowed. 

"Only an inch to go," declared Tony.

But I felt full, could feel the helmet had reached the end of my passage. "Wow, that's it Tony. No more. Think 10 inches must be my limit, darling."

"Okay just a couple more long, slow strokes to finish with, eh?" he said pulling the monster toy back to my tender lips. "I can see the rim of the head," said Tony and immediately inserted the length. He did this three more times and I was almost out of control when he declared: "One last push."

Rapidly, like an express train entering a tunnel, the huge dildo swept up my tummy and I cried out as, amazingly, I climaxed again. My whole body shuddered, the room span round and . . .

Tony was holding me in his arms, a cold flannel on my forehead. "I opened my eyes and looked at him. "What happened?" I asked softly.

"What happened. You just had a crazy session with a monster cock, that's what happened."

"Yes, I know that, course I do. But I can't remember the end."

Tony grinned. "You just feinted. All the excitement I guess. It just drained you."

"Oh."

"By the way, your friend is still between your legs."

I looked down over my tummy and I could see a few inches of black dildo. There was also spunk near my navel. "What's this?" I said, rubbing a finger in the lotion.

"Ah, that's me. When you came that last time I couldn't help it but I just shot my load on your tummy."

I just smiled at him and then reached down for the dildo between my legs. I got hold of the base and began to withdraw it, slowly, very slowly. As the head came out, my fluids soaked my thighs. I explored my hot, wet hole with my fingers. Wow, that's one huge hole, I thought and suddenly had an idea, an urge.

I returned the huge head to my pussy entrance and sharply pushed it in. It took my breath away - but I'd done it. No messing, it was in and I knew I was ready for big cock anytime.

Tony smiled at me. "Guess we'll have to get an even bigger dildo to please you."

I shook my head. "No, I don't think so."

Instead, I thought, I want the real thing. The real flesh, a real human being with a monster cock, the bigger the better. And loads of hot cum splashing in me. Could I get Tony to agree?



Big Cock Lube Job



"EXCUSE ME!" came an inpatient voice. "I've been ringing this bell for at least 5 minutes and I'm TIRED of being ignored!"

At the sound of the peevish interruption, Mike slid out from underneath the car he was working on. As he got to his feet, he started to wipe the grease from his hands on his pants and look for the source of irritation.

Standing in the doorway was a tall, dark haired business type dressed impeccably in an expensive suit. From the way he filled out his clothes it looked like he spent a lot of time at the gym. Light danced off his Rolex and what had to be a one-carat diamond stud in his ear. The dude just oozed money – and while he might be one hot piece of ass his manner suggested he was a total prick.

"Can't you read man," Mike asked? "The sign says 'no customers allowed in the garage area.' It's a safety thing."

"I'm surprised an oiled up grease monkey such as yourself can even read. And DON'T ever address me as 'man.' My name is Clifford Huntington and I'm here to pick up my car," came the haughty reply. "The receptionist told me it would be ready at 5:00. It is now 5:23 and no one is even at the desk to assist me!"

"I was right," Mike thought. "TOTAL prick."

Mike was used to the type. The ones who had money so they thought they could talk down to everyone and get what they wanted by being obnoxious and overbearing. Mike knew just what this situation called for, and he began to relish what was about to happen.

"Now take it easy Cliff," Mike drawled. "There's no need to be so hostile. Which one is yours and I'll make sure you're WELL taken care of."

"It's Clifford, not Cliff, and it's the red Porsche 911 Carrera. It cost me over $73,000 – more money than you'll EVER see - so it had better be ready to go."

Mike went and leaned against the Porsche in question. He folded his arms across his muscular chest and leered at Clifford. He knew he was his equal at least in the looks department.

His worn jeans clung to his hips and thighs, while his dirty white t-shirt strained to fit over his upper body. His black hair was caught up in band at the nape of his neck and when it was loose, grazed his shoulders. Mike had never had a problem capturing the attention of both women AND men and he wasn't about to start now. His hand strayed to his crotch and he grabbed himself through his pants.

"Yeah the Porsche. Nice ride CLIFF," Mike intoned. "Big money, big time car. You must be over compensating for something."

"What did you just say," Clifford asked in a menacing tone.

"I said 'over compensating.' Do I stutter? You may be loaded, but I have it where it counts!"

With that, Mike started to work on the button fly of his pants. Clifford stood gaping at him. His nostrils flared and a murderous gleam appeared in his eyes.

"I have no clue who you think you are or what in the hell you think you're doing, but I'll have your low-paying mechanic ass for this!"

"Oh someone will have someone's ass all right," promised Mike. "But I guarantee you won't have mine."

"Step away from my damn car before you damage the paint job you idiot. And don't ever speak to me that way again," yelled Clifford.

"Quit your bitchin' man," scoffed Mike, "or I'll have to shove my dick in your mouth to make you shut the hell up."

Clifford leapt across the garage and lunged at Mike. The two were soon grappling with each other, trying to throw each other down and prove who was dominant. As they wrestled, Mike felt himself swell and thicken. Clifford noticed it too and quickly broke off.

"What in the hell," he asked? "Just what sort of game are you playing?"

"No games Cliff," Mike responded. "You money types think you're so superior. I'm here to prove to you that even the rich can't make up for certain areas that are – shall we say – lacking. That's why you wear the clothes you do and drive hot cars. It's because you got a little dick isn't it Cliff?"

Clifford stared silently at Mike, then the edges of his mouth curled up in a semblance of a smile.

"I get it," he mused. "Why don't you just cut through the bullshit and admit you want a taste of one of the finer things in life. And I don't need to overcompensate. I have it ALL!"

With that Clifford undid his trousers and let them fall. His silk boxers strained as his now excited rod begged for release. Clifford reached down and freed himself, holding himself proudly for Mike's inspection.

"Not bad Cliff. That has to be what? About 8 inches? Pretty thick too. Yeah Cliff, not bad at all. But I still got ya beat!"

Mike now totally undid his jeans, exposing himself fully for Clifford's perusal.

Clifford's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets and his mouth opened and closed like a fish. If Mike weren't so worked up he would have actually laughed.

"I TOLD you I have it where it counts," Mike chuckled.

"That...you've...that HAS to be the biggest cock I've ever seen," whispered Clifford. "There is NO way you're putting that thing any where near me!"

Mike's husky laugh filled the room.

"I've been told I'm a good 10 ½ inches," Mike bragged. "And you can make it fit. You've already shown me you got a big mouth."

Like a man in a trance, Clifford walked over to Mike.

"Yeah," he whispered, almost sounding like he was trying to convince himself. "I can take it. I can take it."

Mike knew he had him. He leaned back against the Porsche and taunted for Clifford to show him what a rich boy could do.

Clifford took off his jacket and laid it at Mike's feet. He undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and let it fall to the ground as well. Clad only in an undershirt, he kneeled in front of Mike and tentatively touched his tongue to the head of Mike's dick.

Mike made his cock bob up and down, forcing his erection away from Clifford's outstretched tongue. Clifford's eyes flew up to Mike's face. Mike gave a little shrug and smirk that was both daring and amused.

"If you're gonna do it man DO IT," said Mike. "Don't just look at it and give it a weak little lap. Suck it like you MEAN it!"

"Cocky bastard," Clifford stated before he opened wide and sucked the tip of Mike's dipstick into his mouth.

Clifford's cheeks puffed in and out as he worked the head of Mike's dick. The pressure his mouth was creating was intense. He might be an ass but he could suck the chrome off a bumper.

"Ummm...that's good man," Mike sighed, tangling his hands into Clifford's hair. "Try and take some more. Gag on that meat."

Clifford obliged and opened his throat. Slowly he began to insert Mike's penis as far as he could. His eyes watered as he felt himself being stretched. Clifford began to bob up and down, open mouthed, in an attempt to get as much of Mike as possible. Loud slurps filled the garage as Clifford spit and licked, leaving drool trials dripping from Mike's rod.

"Aw man," chastised Mike. "You're being all sloppy. Lick that cock clean. Lick my nuts too while you're at it."

Clifford's response was to let his tongue snake out and flick the length of Mike's shaft. Greedily he set in lapping his rod. He took Mike in his hand and lifted his meaty member to expose his balls. They were full and round and looked like they were about to burst.

Clifford nuzzled them, breathing in Mike's scent. He then began to wash Mike's sack, licking every part with quick darts of his tongue.

"That's enough man," Mike said pulling Clifford up and spinning him around. "I told you someone would have someone's ass. My cock wants yours."

"You're too big," Clifford implored. "You'll tear me up with that thing."

"I promise I'll be gentle," Mike replied.

Mike went over to his workbench and pulled out a jar of what looked like grease. 

"A mechanic's favorite friend," Mike laughed.

Mike bent Clifford face first onto the hood of the Porsche. He undid the lid and scooped out a thick handful of lube. He rubbed it on his swollen cock, then pried Clifford's cheeks apart. Taking more lube, Mike rubbed a healthy dose onto Clifford's puckered hole.

"I'm gonna put one finger inside you," breathed Mike.

Mike pushed his pointer finger into Clifford's ass.

"Nice and tight Cliff," Mike said. "I'm impressed. I can't wait to shove this big, fat dick all up in that tight little man cunt and of yours and loosen you up."

With that, Mike inserted his middle finger as well into Clifford's hole. He pumped his fingers in and out as Clifford's breathing became pants and he began to buck against Mike's hand.

"MORE," Clifford demanded.

"Yeah you want more? How 'bout three?"

Mike added another finger then thought, "Fuck it."

He introduced his pinky into the mix and was soon sawing four fingers rapidly into Clifford's willing ass.

"That's it baby," Mike breathed. "Take those fingers. Open that hole up. Get it ready for my cock."

"I'm ready," whispered Clifford.

"You're ready? You want me to fuck you now? You want ALL of this cock up in you?"

"Please," begged Clifford.

Mike laughed to himself. Yup, he had it where it counted. Didn't matter who it was, he always had them wanting him.

Mike pressed his mushroom tipped cock against Clifford's ass. 

"Push out and breath baby," He advised.

"I'll Try.......OH MY GOD!" Clifford yelped as Mike slammed his cock inside.

"Told you you could take it," Mike rasped. "I'm all the way in you man. My cock is all the way in your ass."

Mike began to move, pulling almost all the way out and then driving back in. Clifford lay sprawled across the hood. He attempted to push back but the force of Mike coming into him left him speechless. All he could do was lay there and take Mike into his body.

Sweat pored down Mike as he gave Clifford everything he had.

"Lucky for you I haven't blown one today so I'm gonna cum pretty soon."

Clifford's response was to dig his nails into the palms of his hands and moan loudly. Nothing had ever felt this good. He was always used to being in charge and being totally dominated by this dreamy mechanic excited him like nothing else.

Mike began to stiffen. He pulled out of Clifford's now wide-open ass and spun him around. 

"Get on your knees," Mike demanded.

Clifford fell onto the ground and Mike grabbed his hair, pulling his head back.

"Open your mouth pretty boy," Mike growled.

Clifford opened wide as Mike jerked his cock. Mike's eyes closed and the veins in his neck stood out.

"FUCK YEAH," he screamed as spurt after spurt found it's way into Clifford's open mouth.

"Swallow it. Yeah...that's a good boy. Now lick it clean."

Clifford drank down every drop of Mike's cum, then licked his dick erasing all traces of spunk.

"Aw poor baby," Mike purred. "You didn't get off yet."

He reached out, slathered Clifford with lube, and began to pump his fist up and down. Clifford had been on the edge the whole time Mike was screwing him, and now the hand job he was receiving was doing the trick.

With a yell, Clifford spilled his passion onto the suit coat at his feet.

"I'm going to have a hard time explaining that to my cleaner," he mused.

"Just go out and buy another one Cliff," Mike retorted as he threw the keys to the Porsche at Clifford.

"My friends all told me that mechanics will always try and screw you," Clifford said. "Guess they were right."



Big Cock Pt. 02



She'd licked it clean, but she still loved the feel of his cock in her grasp as it softened and shrank slightly. "I want this," she repeated.

"Do you?" he drawled. 

In answer, she nuzzled her face against his cock, leaving tiny moist pecking kisses on the head and thick shaft. She closed her eyes and ran a thumbnail gently over his balls.

"I adore your cock. Yes." She said in a hushed voice. "Fred."

He chuckled at the emphasis she put on his name. She repeated it as she very slowly began painting his cock with her tongue. Long lingering licks from the head to his root. Down and up, then she only licked from his balls to the head, always upward as she excitedly felt him stiffening again.

"Fred, Fred, Fred..."

She was just licking and opening her mouth to slide the engorged head between her lips when...

"What the hell is going on?" Her husband stood in the bathroom doorway, eyes bulging from his head like a cartoon.

She didn't even look at him. She made a tighter circle of lips around the head of Fred's cock and took him all the way down, sucking noisily. 

Fred groaned and placed his outstretched fingers in her hair. He slowly turned his head to the doorway as she continued sucking him.

Jon Elliot could not tear his eyes away from the sight of his naked, dripping wife sucking Fred's enormous cock in the shower. It was a huge one and he could almost see the thick blue veins. He watched her mouth get very wide as the bulbous head of Fred's cock emerged with a wet slurp. The tip of her tongue swirled around the rim and flicked over his cockhole.

And Jon felt his heat rise as he stood there transfixed. His whole body shuddered as he saw his wife glance into his eyes. She looked him up and down and immediately plunged her mouth over Fred's cock once more. It surprised Jon when he felt his cock hardening and unconsciously his hand began rubbing it through his pants.

A tsunami of conflicting thoughts and feelings rushed through Jon as he heard his wife begging Fred in a hoarse voice.

"Fuck my mouth," she said clearly. "Yeah, fuck it. Please."

Before he could clamp his mouth shut, Jon had repeated it. "Please," he said softly, sinking to his knees. There was already a large wet stain on the crotch of his khaki shorts. 

Fred watched this quizzically at first and then smiled knowingly. He knew what Jon had just experienced. He'd seen that volatile mixture of jealousy and desire before. In submissives. Fred grinned wickedly as he watched Jon pull his own shorts down, revealing an average-sized and very hard dick. 

Fred turned back to Jon's wife and pumped her mouth with three fast deep thrusts and then abruptly ripped his cock from between her lips.

He still held her head in his hands and he slowly twisted his arms until she faced his husband.

Jon's eyes were glazed, staring at the glistening saliva - his wife's saliva - dripping off Fred's big cock. His fist stroked slowly up and down his own cock, mouth gaped. 

Fred looked from Jon to his wife and nodded. Without being brutal, only rough and with total command, Fred dragged the woman and man closer until they both knelt in front of him.

Some unspoken agreements whiffled silently between Jon and his wife, Jess, as their eyes met briefly and lowered. He took her fingers in his hand and squeezed them. Holding hands, like two high school sweethearts, they simultaneously lowered their mouths to Fred's rigid cock with a sigh.

Jon was hesitant at first. Making little licks as if tasting the unfamiliar. His mind went quickly over some brink, however, the first time he felt Fred's big cock thrusting deep between his lips. He thought he was going to cum at that moment and them, when Fred's cock was pulled out and thrust into his wife's waiting mouth, Jon feared that he would never cum. Or worse. That Fred would never cum in his mouth. Or shoot that hot white cum on Jon's face and chest. The conflicting emotions made Jon's heart race and his mind delirious.

Jess had no conflicts. Only the giddy feeling that it was all good. It amazed, but thrilled her that her husband and she were sharing Fred's big cock and both were obviously greedy for his cum. As a team, not rivals.

While Jess bobbed up and down quickly just on Fred's thick round cockhead, Jon dragged his tongue up and down the shaft and sucked lightly at Fred's large ballsack. Inexperienced, Jon had to keep reining his hunger in. He wanted Fred's beautiful cock buried deep in his throat, moaning and vibrating around it to please him. "Cum for me. Please, please," his mind repeated. It surprised and delighted him. 

Alternating from mouth to mouth, Fred fucked them with a rising need to cum all over them. To paint them with his gobbet spurts and see it drip down their skin like creamy sweat. Since his wife's passing, he'd felt uneasy. Adrift. This. Here. Now. This was what life had held in store for him: a younger submissive and sweetly inexperienced couple. To fuck. 

The future plans for such an arrangement flew past at the moment, however. The moment was greedily taken and owned by two mouths on his cock.

Like a twisted mirror image, Fred watched as Jon and Jess exchanged a deep wet French kiss just above his cock before sliding their lips down over the head in a mouth tunnel.

Fred growled and dug his hands into their hair, thrusting deeper as they slid up and down, making sucking and licking noises. Jess's left hand squeezed and tugged at Fred's balls while her right stroked her husband's throbbing dick. In turn, Jon's thumb was vibrating on her clit and little wracks and spasms brought her close to climax again.

In a series of what seemed like fireworks exploding, the orgasms swept them all to a brink of sensual overload and threw them over it together. The air was liquid and pungent with the tropical heaviness of rawly used genitals and cum. Jess kissed her husband's mouth hard and dipped her head.

"Will you own us?" she asked quietly. "Please?"



Big Cock



Once there, he grabbed me by the ankles and used his powerful arms to pull me toward him, turning me over at the same time. With me lying on my stomach, he pushed my legs apart and moved in between them. Then he reached down, and by grasping my hips, pulled me to my knees. Being in that position with my ass in the air, I thought he was going to penetrate my ass-hole. Panic immediately set in as I screamed, "NO TIM, NO! NOT MY ASS! NOT THERE!" 

"I'm not going to fuck your ass," he told me. "I'm going to do you 'doggie style'. If you want to feel something intense, I'll show you intense." 

I knew he would be right. Even Scott felt bigger when we used that position. A sense of panic still quickly came over me, fearing that it would hurt. My worries about pain quickly passed, but I was very, very tight as he inched his way inside me. Deeper and deeper he continued to enter me, and hearing no objections, he continued even deeper. I couldn't believe what I was feeling, it felt like someone was mounting me on a flagpole and I half expected to feel his cock coming up through my throat. Then I felt his balls making slight contact with my clit. He had bottomed out in me. His huge cock had filled me to the max. I kept telling myself mentally 'Deep breaths....Deep breaths....Relax ... Relax.'. The feeling of tightness slowly dissipated as my pussy became more and more accustomed to his size. 'That's it ... That's it ...Relax...Breathe', I kept on repeating in my mind. It had been a long time since I had totally engulfed a cock of this size.

He must have felt my pussy muscles starting to relax, because he withdrew his cock out, almost to the head. Fearing what was about to happen next, I braced myself. Then without warning, he shoved his massive cock back inside all the way. The thrust was firm as he re-entered me. I squealed in delight, feeling incredible as he once again pulled out and gave me another deep thrust. My toes curled into the bed as he picked up the pace. 

"OH...MY...GOD!!!" I screamed. His big cock stretched my pussy with each deep pleasurable stroke. He continued this for several minutes at a furious pace and I found myself making more noise than I had ever made in my life, but I couldn't help myself, he was driving me mad with lust. Just as I was nearing orgasm, Tim pulled out and flipped me over, re-entering me from the missionary position. As he stroked deep into me, once again I approached orgasm. He could read it on my face. I was also wearing a huge grin as I repeatedly threw my head from side to side in pleasure.

"You've really never had a cock this big before, have you?" he asked, as we looked deep into each other's eyes.

"Oh Fuck!" I wailed as he thrust into me again, "Not for quite a long time!"

"You like it, don't you?" 

"Oh God! Yesss!" I squealed in response, "I love it. This is the best damn fuck I've ever had in my life!" I couldn't believe the word 'FUCK' had just come out of my mouth. I never spoke like that on a first date. I always thought vulgar language like I was using with him was so un-lady like. Of course what I was doing was not very lady like, and a part of me likes being this way on occasion. I just usually don't get nasty and animalistic until I get to know my partner. 

"Tell me how much you love it, Donna," he said, as an evil smile crossed his face. 

"OHHHH YESSS!!! OH GODD YESSS!!!" I screamed as I came. "I LOVE YOUR COCK TIM! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HUGE COCK!" 

"You like big cocks, don't you Donna?" He asked. 

"I love BIG cocks! I LOVE YOUR BIG COCK TIM! FUCK me with it....Fuck me hard!"

He fucked me hard and at a furious pace. I had orgasm after orgasm. My pussy was in a constant state of orgasm as it spasmed uncontrollably. When he finally allowed his own orgasm to occur, I was totally exhausted. Temporarily spent, he rolled off of me. I nuzzled next to him and must have drifted off to sleep in his bed. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I looked over at Tim who was still asleep beside me. My eyes were drawn to the sleeping monster of his cock. I reached out and felt it. It grew as I stroked it. When I did he woke up. 

I leaned over and asked him, "Would you like me to suck your cock?"

His eyes answered me so I made my way down his chest, kissing and love-biting him as I moved down to his massive cock. At first I took the head of his cock in my mouth and began to make small, fast circles on the end with my tongue as I played with his balls with my hand. Then I slowly I slid his shaft into my mouth. Using my tongue on the underside, it hardened. Once he was hard, even though I wanted to continue, I wanted it back in my pussy even more. I pulled my mouth away from his cock and moved into a position where the opening to my pussy was directly above his cock. 

I held his cock with one hand and was about to lower myself onto it when Tim asked, "Aren't you sore?"

I replied, "I don't know!" just as the tip of his cock started to enter me. That's when I found out that I was, "Oh! Oh! Yes, I am sore!" 

He grabbed me by the hips and pushed me away from his cock. "Wait here a second I'll go get something to make it a little easier." 

Never did he try to discourage me from fucking more. He got out of bed and left the room. When he returned, he had a tube of some type of ointment. He took the cap off the tube and squeezed a generous portion into the opening of my pussy. The gel felt cool and it was soothing to my inflamed pussy-lips. He worked it around with his fingers for a few minutes. 

As my pussy started to feel better I moaned, "Tim, make love to me, NOW! You're making my pussy just quiver with your fingers I need that big cock of yours!" 

He stopped fingering my pussy just long enough to put some of the gel on his cock. Then he moved between my legs. He could feel the heat from inside my pussy as the tip of his cock touched the opening. As his cock started into me I gasped, and he felt my body tense underneath him. "My God! Easy baby! God damn I'm sore. Oh you're sooooo big! Please, baby, don't go too deep." 

He stopped to let me get used to his size. "Relax Donna. Just relax. You took it all last night. It'll all fit again, just relax." 

After a couple of minutes, driven by lust and ignoring the pain and soreness in my pussy, I told him, "Okay, give me more!"

He pushed again and another couple of inches sank into me. He could feel my legs trembling against his thighs as he slowly slid more into me. I clawed at his back, panting harder. He backed out a couple of inches and then thrust into me again, this time sinking the full length of his cock into my hungry pussy. As he did, my whole body shook uncontrollably. Gripping his hips I panted fast and screamed, "SHIT! You are huge! It feels like you are splitting me in two!" 

He kept his full length inside and didn't move. He could feel my nipples smashed against my chest as he held me tightly, kissing, then nibbling on my neck. He felt me slowly starting to relax. 

"It feels like you are in my throat! Oh, I can feel you throbbing inside me!" 

I kissed him deeply as he slowly slid out of me until just the big head of his cock was inside. Then he slid back inside. I was starting to gasp and pant beneath him. He broke our kiss and looked down at me. My neck and face were flushed and my eyes were shut. He kissed my nose and forehead as he slowly pulled out and then slammed his cock back in. As he began to slowly thrust back and forth in my slippery pussy, I started to kiss him. He returned my kisses, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. My moans got louder and louder and they filled the room as I made the quick climb to a gut wrenching orgasm. I slowly started bucking my hips up to meet his every thrust, trying to get more and more of his cock into me. 

I moaned, "Tim, I could make love to you forever! Oh your big, fat cock feels so good inside me! Oh, you are touching places inside me, no man has ever been! I'm feeling things I've never felt before."

My actions, and more importantly my words served to only fuel the lust inside him, which was what I wanted. He started fucking faster. I wrapped my legs around him and my feet tightly held onto him as I tried to keep myself impaled on his thick shaft. He knew that I was close to orgasm, so he took my hands in his as he lay on top of my panting body, lacing his finger in mine, he pushed my arms underneath the pillows stretching my quivering body taught. I nuzzled and kissed his neck as I tried to keep him buried deep inside my pussy with my legs. He thrust harder into me, making me grunt and groan even louder. I was almost screaming as I had my orgasm, trying frantically to get my hands free from his. He finally let my hands go and reached down and to grab my thighs for some really deep fucking, but I still had my legs tightly locked around his thrusting hips. I wrapped my arms tightly around his back, my nails digging into him as I held him tightly as could. I continued to squeal loudly, my body continuing to spasm in orgasm.

I frantically thrashed around underneath him, my feet digging into the cheeks of his ass. He could feel my pussy squeezing him as my orgasm peaked. Finally after a few seconds, I unhooked my legs and relaxed back on the bed, my face and neck and chest were a bright red color. He started slowly thrusting back and forth inside of me again. My pussy was so wet that he had no trouble moving in and out of me. I looked up at him and said, "Oh GOD! You are sooooo good! I have never cum so hard in my life!" 

I allowed Tim a sense of pride in thinking my own husband couldn't please me like he could. He moved up onto his knees and pushed my thighs up and wide, pushing my knees so they were touching my nipples. He looked down and watched as his cock moved in and out of my pussy. He could see my swollen pussy-lips which had become reddened from our fucking. My pubic area was all wet from my juices that were being squeezed out of my pussy by his cock. After a couple of more strokes, he pulled completely out of me. My once small pink hole was now a glistening red yawning cavern. I reached between us and aimed his slippery wet cock back at my juicy pussy and moaned, "Put it back! Please Tim put in back!" 

He knew that very instant that he owned me from that point on. I was his to fuck that weekend, whenever he wanted. He placed the tip of his cock back at the opening to my pussy and slammed back into me with a hard single thrust, taking my breath away. I grunted loudly as his cock slammed against my cervix. 

"OH MY GOD!" Gripping his arms I screamed, "Fuck me hard! Fuck me like the whore I am! I'm your whore now! I'll do anything you want, just don't stop fucking me!" 

He put his hands into the bend of my knees and started pounding full strokes into me. I had never felt anything like the hard fucking he was giving me. I grabbed the sheet below me in my fists as he slammed into me. He was thrusting into me with a hard, steady pace. The sounds of skin slapping skin and the light creaks of bedsprings filled the room. The aroma of the past few hours of hard sex was intoxicating. He fucked me like a wild animal before he slowed to a stop with his throbbing shaft fully embedded inside me, pausing to catch his own breath momentarily. Then he put my feet over his shoulders, reached out and grabbed both my tits and squeezed, trapping my nipples between his fingers. As he did that, I immediately started to orgasm. I'd never experienced that before, but I liked it. I reached up and put my soft hands over his. As my orgasm subsided he let go of my tits and told me to roll over and get on my hands and knees. I rolled over, raised up onto my hands and knees as he said and hugged the pillows knowing what was in store for me. 

Unlike the previous time I was not afraid. This time I welcomed it. He kneeled in position behind me, locking his knees behind mine, and placed the head of his cock into the wet slit between my pussy-lips. As he did, I braced myself for taking his entire length fully back into my pussy. Unlike the previous time, I was not afraid. This time I welcomed it. I screamed into the pillow as his big cock once again slammed up against my cervix and rocked me forward into the headboard. He grabbed a hold of my hips and started fucking me again, slamming into me, over and over. My ass cheeks jiggled back and forth as he fucked me like I'd never been fucked before. In a matter of minutes, I found myself pushing back against him as another orgasm consumed me. He continued to fuck me in a relentless manner. My orgasms just continued to come, one after the other. I could no longer hold myself up with my arms and just lowered my face into the pillow. He held back his own orgasm, even though just looking at me on my knees like that made him want to cum right then. 

He knew the longer he could hold off, the more he would cum and he wanted to drown my pussy with his fuck juices. I was moaning into the pillow and raising my head to breathe, panting as I did so. My body was a complete mess; sweat was pouring off my body, running down my tits and dripping onto the bed beneath me. My face was shoved into the pillow, my mascara and make-up rubbing off onto it. He rubbed my back as he slowed his thrusts to let me come down from my orgasms. He reached around my soft body and cupped my tits in his hands as they dangled beneath my body. My nipples were hard as erasers, he squeezed and pinched them, I shuddered as it sent tingles through my body. Tim himself was starting to sweat as well, and droplets of sweat started to fall from his body onto my back. My skin glistened with perspiration. He released my tits and grabbed my hip with his left hand and rolled onto the bed, pulling me onto my side. His cock never left my slippery hole. He once again began to slowly fuck me. 

He wrapped his arm around me, just below my tits and held on tightly. Kissing the back of my neck, he started fucking me harder and harder. I grabbed his hand and pushed it up to my left tit. He could feel my hard nipple in the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand away enough he could pinch my nipple with just his finger tips. When he did I moaned loudly, "Oh! GOD! OH!!!!" as my pussy-muscles started to squeeze his cock. He decided he couldn't hold out anymore. He pulled me tightly against him as he thrust his big cock in and out of me. I was panting and he was grunting in my ear. He moved his hand away from my tit and placed it on my hip for support as he began to viciously pump into me. My body was shaking wildly as he hammered into my pussy. I was panting and screaming, "Oh baby! Ohhhh... baby...d..dd..don't ...stop....." He rolled me over more onto my stomach, pushing my left leg up to my tits, straddling my right thigh as he fucked me on my side. His cock was throbbing hard and starting to twitch uncontrollably. 

He held onto my hip for support as he grunted with each thrust! He could feel me start to tense up with yet another orgasm. I pushed my face back into the pillow, biting into it with my teeth. He was thrusting wildly, grunting, "UHHHHNNNNNN! UHHHHNNN OHHHHH YEAH! ARRRGGGGGGGGGhhhhhhh!!! AAGhhh! GHHHHH! GGGGHHHH!! UNNNNN!!" Holding himself still deep inside my shuddering body, his cock finally erupted. Blast after blast of his cum shot into my pussy, splashing up against my cervix and directly into my deepest crevice. Once again the sensation of his hot love juice being shot directly into the deepest recesses of my pussy caused my orgasm to increase in intensity. Over and over he blasted jet after sticky jet of sperm into my overheated pussy! I was panting and gasping for breath, moaning and screaming into the pillow each time he shot into me. Once again I could feel the room starting to spin. I felt light headed and dizzy as things started to grow dark in my mind. 

Then for the second time with this man I collapsed into a state of semi-unconsciousness. He held his spurting and throbbing shaft deep inside my pussy for almost two full minutes as my body lay limply underneath him, except for the strong contractions of my pussy muscles as they continued to spasm and squeeze his cock, milking and draining every drop of cum out of his balls. Slowly he eased himself back to the bed behind me. My pussy was still quivering around his slowly softening cock. My breathing started to return to normal as I started to regain my senses. 

I sighed, "Oh god, Tim, I've NEVER been fucked like that in my LIFE!! That has to be the BEST lovemaking any woman has ever had!" I could feel his cum oozing out of my well fucked pussy and I said, "I can't believe how MUCH you cum.....God, it's unreal!" He just groaned and left his semi-soft cock inside of me. 

We drifted off to sleep with his soft cock encased in my wet, sloppy pussy and his warm body in my arms. When I woke up a second time, I looked over it was after 3:00am. I had never had sex last that long. Tim asked me did I want him to take me back to my car. I snuggled up close to him, said, "No" and quickly fell back to sleep. 

The sound of the shower running the next morning woke me up. I thought it would be nice to join Tim and maybe even have sex in the shower. The first step I took after I got out of bed changed my mind for me. I sat back down on the side of the bed and looked at my pussy. My pussy lips were red and swollen and I knew that any thought of doing anything sexual would have to wait. When Tim came out I told him I was sorry, but as much as I wanted to have more sex with him, we would have to wait for another time, adding that is "if he wanted more with me". He was more than understanding and not only gave me some medication to ease the discomfort after my shower, but told me he had hoped I would want to see him again.

I answered, "Yes, DEFINITELY!" 

He did not reply. He just smiled wickedly. Luckily I was able to get an appointment to see my gynecologist two days later. The swelling had subsided significantly by then, but the redness was still there. I was very embarrassed why I had to allow him to check me. All during the exam, all I could think about was how he would somehow know how naughty I had been. He was very professional the entire time. He gave me a prescription for medication and told me to abstain from having sexual intercourse until the redness and remainder of the swell and 'abrasions', something I was unaware of at the time, and which made me blush, which he saw because he just smiled as he left the room, cleared up. Once the doctor had left the room, his nurse-practtioner paused then shut the door. 

Looking at me she smiled and said, "It's none of my business Mrs. O, but if I may make a suggestion. I would advise you to have sex less frequently using fisting."

I had previously confided in Linda about my lifestyle during my pregnancies to learn how far into my pregnancy I could safely go and still have sex with many men. I replied, "Linda, it wasn't his fist!"

This made Linda's jaw drop. Linda grinned at me naughtily and said, "You go for it girlfriend!" She winked at me then left the examination room. 

I waited for the abrasions and swelling to go away over the next two weeks, hoping they would be gone by the time Scott arrived back home. It was a hot, humid afternoon and I felt sticky and restless. I lay on the couch, idly flipping though the channels. Outside, I could hear the steady hum of traffic. I wanted to bite something. I had the strangest longing and didn't know what it was I really wanted to be doing, but lying on the couch certainly wasn't doing anything for me. I decided to take a shower. I went into the bathroom and turned on the taps. The water takes a while to warm up, and while I wanted to cool off, I also didn't want to freeze. I played with the faucets for a moment, trying to get them to a nice temperature somewhere in the middle; not too hot, but not cold either. Just a nice, pleasant temperature that would rejuvenate me, help me to relax and maybe distract me from the strange empty sensation I was experiencing.




Big Cock



I took off my T-shirt and panties (both plain white cotton, all I could stand wearing in this weather) and stepped into the stall. The water cascading around my shoulders felt like a song. The odd ache I was feeling began to pass as I rubbed my shoulders and my breasts as the water fell all around me. I took the shampoo bottle and squeezed some out into my palm, lathering it a little between my hands before applying it to my hair. Working the shampoo through it was a very sensual act for me and I was able to shake the restlessness I had been feeling all day for the first time. Humming to myself, I turned so the water could rinse my hair clean, and reached for my puff and shower gel. As I washed myself slowly, relishing the soft feel of the puff and the soap suds against my skin, I heard the door, and knew that my husband must be home. Smiling softly to myself, I continued. 

Only a few moments passed before the bathroom door opened. I turned around, a little surprised that he would walk in on me. With the steam from the shower, I could not see him very clearly through the stall doors, but I realized very quickly that he was getting undressed. My body responded suddenly; I felt my pussy growing wet and I shivered a little. When he opened the door, I was facing him and I was smiling. He stepped into the stall and closed the door, a stern look on his face. The smile fell from my lips when I saw the commanding look in his eyes. 

"On your knees", he said.

A little surprised by his aggressive tone, but even more surprised by my compelling need to do as he told me, I knelt on the cold tiles on the floor of the shower stall. The water continued to spray down on me from above as he took a handful of my wet hair and guided my head to his cock. Without hesitation, I reached for it and put it in my mouth, sucking gently. He responded with a growl, and said "Harder", and started to thrust himself into my mouth as he held me in place by my hair. The ache I had been feeling earlier returned, only now I knew what it was. I needed this, I needed him and I needed to serve him. We stayed that way for what seemed a long time. When he finally released my hair, I felt weak at the knees. He offered me his hand and told me to stand. 

As I rose, a slight smile came to his lips and I shivered again as he first cupped my breast gently, then pinched the nipple hard. "Turn around", he ordered, and I did as he asked without a word. "Now, put your hands on the wall, above your head". I looked back at him over my shoulder questioningly, but he only replied with a hard slap on my ass, and a said "Do as I tell you." Shivering, but knowing better than to argue at this point, I placed my hands on the wall. "Higher", he said, and when I complied he spoke again. "Good girl. Now spread your legs". Resisting the urge to look back at him again, I did as I was told. He slapped my ass again and said "Wider". In spite of myself, I whimpered a little and he slapped me again. "Do it." I moved my feet apart a few more inches and was rewarded by his hand slowly caressing my rear, soothing the places he had spanked. "Good girl. Do you want to be fucked?" he asked, and I moaned a little. His hand slapped my ass once more as he commanded "Answer me. Do you want to be fucked?" 

I whispered, "Yes!"

"Louder. Say it so I can hear you." 

"Yes!"

He reached around me and pinched my nipple again, even harder this time. "Good girl." 

The next thing I was aware of was his finger sliding in between my lips, lingering a moment on my clit. I was wetter than I had ever been, and my body convulsed just a tiny bit as he rubbed the little button of flesh between my legs. He laughed, and took his hand away, making me ache for his touch even more. "Not so fast. You don't get to come so soon. You haven't earned it yet." Moaning again, this time with pure frustration, I could barely make out the word "please". He chuckled, and slid his finger deep inside me now, thrusting it in and out. "Please what?" 

"Please fuck me!", I pleaded. 

"Good girl. All you had to do was ask." he replied. 

I felt his finger leave my pussy and in a moment, the head of his cock was rubbing against my clit. I trembled with excitement as he moved it back and forth, wanting him to push it deep inside of me but also afraid to lose the exquisite torture of the contact I now had. Without warning, he shoved it inside with one deep thrust. I gasped, and he leaned in, his chest across my back, one hand supporting himself on the wall and the other squeezing my breast. He started to thrust back and forth, harder and faster than I had ever known him to go before. Normally, I am not very vocal when we make love, but being taken in this way was so intense that I could not help but whimper and cry out as he fucked me. He bit my neck, and I am not ashamed to say that I came when he did it. Impossibly, he began to thrust even harder. I knew that he was close to the edge then, and I squeezed the muscles inside my pussy around his shaft. 

"Oh, God!" I moaned, "I want you to come." 

After one last, very deep thrust, he pulled out of me, and his semen shot out onto my back. Both of us were gasping, and he rested his head for a moment on my shoulder before turning me around to face him. He embraced me warmly and kissed me as the warm water from the shower rinsed the sweat from both our bodies.

Smiling, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "So, how was your date?"

So, I spent all night riding my husband's cock, or jerking him off while I told him of the previous weekend encounter with Tim and how many times I had orgasmed on his giant tool! We're planning a threesome with him soon!

Donna



Big Cousin Obsession



Hello there, everyone! 

I've been reading stories here on Literotica for a very long time, so when I made up my mind about writing one myself it took ages before I started it, and even longer until I was happy with the end product that was the first part of The English Roomie. 

The sheer amount of practice time that gave me combined with the feedback I received was very educational, and I would like to thank everyone who commented whether they were praising or criticizing, since both of those types of comments help me improve. 

So now that I, hopefully, have taken a good step forward, I introduce to you Big Cousin Obsession, which with any luck you'll enjoy reading as much as I did writing it. 

As always, give me your feedback, as I always appreciate it, and enjoy the read. :) 

Hugs and kisses to you all, 

DinaParker69 

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PART ONE 

The alarm clock was Derek's worst enemy. He had bought it when he was 12, and maintained it at his bedside table through the years for reasons he still didn't quite understand. It was supposed to start playing the local radio when the alarm time came, but due to some malfunction it gave a crack before that, which made Derek wake up startled by the noise rather than the music. 

He hit snooze once, as per usual, before actually getting up when it erupted again. He didn't stop it immediately because Jamiroquai's "Virtual Insanity" was on. He got himself dressed for work, and made his way to the kitchen, still mumbling along to the lyrics. 

'Are you seriously still waking up to that radio station?' 

The voice startled him momentarily, but he was becoming used to Sarah doing that when she saw the opportunity. 

They used to be in the same class in secondary school, and became friends with ease. She was 5ft1 (and Derek took every opportunity he could to remind her of it...), with bushy dark hair, a curious mix of brown and green in her eyes, and, much to Derek's pleasure, didn't go for the anorexic look, but had a bit of meat in her features. He had had feelings for her for a period of time, but Sarah didn't reciprocate and, after a couple of months of awkwardness, they returned to being their usual selves around each other. That was 8 years ago. Now they were each other's best friend. 

'Yes, Sarah, I do enjoy waking up to the best funk that ever existed.' 

'Everyday?' 

'And you enjoy trying to scare the shit out of me. Everyday. So what's your point?' Derek replied, as he poured milk in a bowl, and grabbed the cereal to follow up. 

She stuck her tongue out. 

'Very mature.' He replied, before changing the subject. 'Can you make it tonight, or am I going to have to put up with family conversations?' 

Derek enjoyed swimming since he was 8 years old, and what at first was something his parents forced him to do, became, after a few years, his favourite hobby in the world. So much so that he started going to the local club's swimming pool everyday when he went to college, and never stopped doing it since then. Every 6 months there was a competition between the swimmers that didn't go pro, and one of those was that night. 

'Uh, I still need to ask Kath and Meg if they're going as well, but I'll make it. After all, how could I miss seeing your grandmother again? Remember when I first saw her?' 

'I try not to.' 

She cleared her throat and made an erringly similar voice to his grandmother. 

'Oh hello, honey! Have you seen how strong he's looking with all that swimming? Oh don't shy away, Derek, I was just complimenting you in front of your friend. Your arms really are quite muscled now...' 

'And with that, I'm off.' Derek said, swallowing the milk that remained on the bowl, and placing it on the sink. 

'Not to mention that Lauren's coming, isn't she?' 

'My uncles are coming, so I expect she is.' He replied, noncommittally. 

'So I'm expecting the cousins Palmer to ignore everyone else and just talk for the entire dinner after the competition...' she said, smirking. 

'Jealous of my cousin, are you... I never thought I'd see the day.' Derek replied, with a laugh. 

'Ha, ha. I'm just teasing you. It's kind of cool the way you guys are around each other.' 

'Well, we're both only childs. We've basically been treating each other like brothers since she was born.' 

'I know, but not completely like brothers.' Sarah seemed to reflect. 'Since you don't have to always live together and share stuff, you basically never fight or argue.' 

'Oh, so you're not jealous, you just wish your sister was more like Lauren...' 

'I guess.' Sarah laughed. 

'Anyway, you're making me late for work. Catch you later.' He said, kissing her on the cheek. 

'Laters.' She replied, kissing him on the cheek as well. 

/////////////// 

Let's go! 

Derek was in the changing room at the complex where the swimming pool was, putting on his white swimming cap over his messy brown hair, making sure that it was entirely beneath it. The goggles, though, he just put over his head, since he still had to wait for his turn. 

As he walked out, he looked up to the stand, where even in the absence of his contacts, he could tell where "his" crowd was, and waved at them, before going to meet two of the other swimmers he had lessons with. Felix and Amanda were chatting between themselves when he joined. 

'I'm so nervous!' 

'Why? You always win the girl's competition...' Felix answered her, pretending to be annoyed. 

'Without any competition, I might add.' Derek said. 

'Well, you never know!' Amanda replied, trying to seem upset at them, but blushing in the process. 

'Yes, we do. It's us who should be worried...' To prove his point, Felix lowered his voice slightly and turned to Derek. 'I mean, have you seen that guy, who just left the competition class? Got bored apparently, but he still goes like the fucking devil! I think the best we could is to only go for it near the end, because he...' 

They continued analysing the competition, but soon, as they always did since they had started dating, Felix and Amanda started getting all mushy with each other, and it was with a little relief that Derek said: 

'Sorry, need to warm up before I go. See ya in a bit.' 

He knew they didn't mean anything by it, and he liked the both of them, but sometimes it really got too much for other people around the two of them. He did the warm up and got out just in time for his turn. 

It was time for the 25 meter butterfly trial. The pool had 25 meters of width so it was a sprint from one end to the other. He got up onto the block, having stretched for a few seconds and waited. Attention. He grabbed the block with his hand, and shifted his legs into position. And... Hop! 

He stretched himself fully, and as he entered the water he started to kick his legs to return to the surface. He hadn't gone too far in, so it was a good jump. As his face broke the surface, his arms had already started the stroke. He got into rhythm. One kick of his legs when he started the arm stroke and another when he finished. He continued for just about 15 seconds or less, when he touched the wall. Derek immediately looked around. Nobody had arrived yet. First. 

Get in! He thought as he climbed off, and gave Nat a high-five. Nat was his swimming instructor, and because she was just 35 she had all her students call her by her name, Natasha, rather than teacher or anything formal like that. Derek saw her make the "Loser" sign to the other instructors in mock-arrogance, and couldn't help but laugh as he got quickly congratulated by Amanda and Felix. Wishing them luck for their trials, he went to the changing room and went to greet his "crowd" that had gathered at the entrance on the other side. 

'There's the champ!' his dad bellowed. 

'Awesome, kid!' his granddad said, visibly proud. 

'Thanks, guys!' he said, making a joking bow. 

'You're the best, Derek!' he heard, as he got a very tight hug. It was Lauren. 

'Thanks, Lara.' He said, a reference to an inside joke they shared. When Lauren was learning to speak she never got her name right, and at first at came out something similar to the Tomb Raider character, and Derek had gotten into the habit of calling her by it. 

He hugged her back as well. Derek still hadn't gotten used to seeing her at nearly the same height as him. Being 9 years older, he always had the habit of looking down to her but not anymore. She was thin, not because of starving herself, but just because of her body type. Even as a baby, she never had the chubby look. He could feel her breasts next to him. They were soft and a little smaller than "normal" but they suited her thin figure perfectly. 'You're getting your clothes wet by the way...' 

'Shit!' she said, keeping her voice down because of the family presence. 

Derek laughed, as he looked at Lauren. Her face was slightly more round than the rest of her body, yet not so much that it looked out of place, her hair being completely straight and brown, with a few patches of blonde appearing as well. Her eyes though were like looking at a mirror, as the brown in Lauren's was a carbon copy of Derek's own. 

The rest of the family followed, as well as Sarah and a few other friends. After 5 minutes though he reminded them that he had 2 trials, so he probably should get back to get ready for the remaining one. He was about to re-enter the changing room when he noticed Lauren had stayed behind. 

'I know, I know,' she said, jokingly putting her hands up. 'I just wanted to wish you luck.' 

'Thanks, I think I'll need it in this one. There's more competition and Felix is in this one as well, so I'm probably not gonna get first...' 

Lauren hugged him again, kissing his cheek tenderly. 

'Just do your best. I believe in you.' 

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'You were good.' 

'I know.' 

Sarah rolled her eyes. 

'I didn't mean it like that...' Derek quickly added. 

'I know.' 

'It's just annoying that I didn't make the podium on that final one.' 

'You gave it your best, and nobody was any less proud of you.' Sarah said, looking at him while they were stopped at a traffic light on their way home. When it went green again, she made a grimace. 'And this is the last time I'm driving whilst you're in the same car!' 

'I will ask again: if you hate driving, why did you get a license?' 

'Because if I didn't we'd be paying a cab.' 

'Or I would have had to not drink for thousandth time.' 

There was a slight pause. 

'Well, me not drinking did have an interesting side effect...' she said, in a tone Derek already knew. 

'Yes?' What now? 

'I had quite the chat with your cousin.' 

'Oh God...' 

'Don't worry, we didn't talk about anything too bad, just every dumb thing you've ever done, no biggey!' 

Taking advantage that they were in a straight, Derek gave Sarah a playful pinch on her right arm. 

'I hate you.' 

'You love me. But, on a serious note, she's pretty cool. Kind of mature for her age. I was thinking of inviting her to our vacation plan.' 

'What, the week in Portugal?' 

'Yeah, if you want to.' 

'Okay, just do me a favour and be the one to tell the rest of the guys about it. I really don't want to be the guy who forces a family member along... Please.' Derek asked, looking at her. 

'Sure.' 

They arrived shortly after, making small talk about the trip preparations, as they entered the apartment. The conversation continued for a bit longer, so they sat on the couch, Derek almost completely lying down, his feet on the small table in front of the couch, and Sarah turned towards him, her legs crossed, and her head resting on the back of the couch. 

'... I mean, as long as we all go to the places we want to go in a large group it shouldn't be too expensive...' 

'You're probably right, but I'm bringing a little extra, just in case.' 

'Good pl...' she raised her head. 'Are you still wearing your medal?' 

'My medal!' he growled in a Gollum impression, drawing a laugh from Sarah. 'I'd actually forgotten I still had it on...' He took it off and handed it to her. Sarah admired it for a few seconds, turning it in her hands, before going in a completely different direction. 

'Those other two friends of yours are pretty close, huh?' 

'Wh...? Oh, yeah. Felix and Amanda. Yes, you can say that again...' 

'Have they always been like that?' 

'Not when I first met them. It took a while, you know? They became good friends before, and then it just grew to more than that. And only then did they did become the "no one can be around them for long periods of time" couple.' 

'Didn't it change, though? They basically started having sex with their best friend... Did something change? In the friendship part...' 

Derek looked at her. She was still looking very attentively at the medal. Too attentively. Like she was trying to purposefully avoid his eyes. 

'No, I don't think so. I wasn't there in their really private moments, but I didn't see any change between them...' he finally answered after pausing for a moment. 

'But they started a relationship. Do you think that if they had just started a casual thing that it would have been fine?' 

Feeling his pulse quicken, Derek didn't answer immediately. Sensing a hesitation, Sarah looked up to him. He averted his gaze at once. Smooth, Derek... 

'I mean, hypothetically, what do you think would happen between us if we started doing... stuff.' She continued, seemingly pushing Derek from his sudden shyness. 

'I think we should be having this conversation when one of us isn't tipsy.' 

Derek shuddered as he felt Sarah's lips softly touch his neck. 

'How tipsy?' she asked, her warm breath making him melt, as her lips started to nibble at his skin up to his jaw line. 

'Enough to be thinking things I want to do to you...' he heard himself say. 

'Mmmm...' he felt his entire bone structure shake as her teeth were leaving a few playful bites next to his chin when she purred. 'That's the best kind...' 

That was all it took him. He attacked her mouth with his, not bodering to start slowly. They were now lying down on the sofa, Derek's hands grabbing her back possessively. Sarah didn't seem to care. Her legs had straddled him, keeping the beginning of his erection nestling next to her crotch, whilst sucking his tongue inside her mouth. 

For a few minutes, they maintained the position, their mouths never leaving each other, their tongues inside each other's mouths. The only developments were the roaming of Derek's hands, first to Sarah's face, then to massage her breasts through the fabric of her dress, and Sarah had started to hump Derek through their clothes. 

Suddenly, though, Sarah and Derek began to feel the need for more. Sarah was the first to voice it, using her hands to take Derek's face away from hers long enough to speak. 

'Take your pants off, I need you. Now.' 

Derek was going to begin pushing up her dress when he was stopped. 

'No. Just take my panties off.' Seeing Derek's wounded look, she made clear what her reasoning was. 'No, not like that. I want us to fuck for the first time with everything on, so that it's just... raw, you know?' 

Feeling his lust increase even more, knowing that Sarah wanted him to ravage her that way, Derek quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants just slightly below his balls, and instantly remembered something. 

'I'm on the pill. Just put in, please, fuck me.' Sarah said, instantly understanding his problem. 

Whatever worries he had, vanished instantly, he ripped her panties in his haste, and lifting the dress just enough, he marvelled at the wetness of Sarah's vagina as he plunged in. 

It was effortless. She was so horny that it seemed her insides were inviting him to go crazy. Feeling her nails dig into his back, Derek began to move inside her, marvelling at the suction of her pussy. His hands made the journey under her dress, towards her swollen nipples, pinching them as he also cupped the entire breasts together. 

Sarah's moans filled the room and knowing that he was responsible for them made him increase the pace, his pleasure heightened to new levels, as his best friend started kissing him furiously once more, their tongues restarting their briefly interrupted dance. 

They were fucking now. Well and truly fucking, in the rawest sense of the word. Their crotches seemingly unwilling to stop their furious pace towards one another. Derek couldn't believe how long he was lasting, and was even more surprised when he felt Sarah's nails really cut the skin on his back, her moans turned into screams, and her insides beginning to move. After a few more seconds, he knew for sure an orgasm was rocking her, as her insides seemed to claw at his cock, until finally he felt himself spurt everything he had into her. 

His penis seemed to not be willing to soften, so he continued moving, slower now, until he felt himself deflate slightly. 

Sarah's legs were still wrapped around his waist, her arms now under her head as she tried to calm her breathing. Derek took the opportunity to give a few pecks at her neck, returning the favour from before. 

'Well,' Sarah said breathlessly. 'on one thing your family was right about you, today...' 

'Yeah, what?' 

'Your stamina really is incredible.' She said, as matter-of-factly. 

Her giggles became audible, as Derek gave a nibble at her ear. 

PART TWO 

The Sun was shining in Lisbon, as Derek drank his morning coffee at the dining area of the hotel they were staying in. They had arrived 3 days before, and were staying for an entire week. Every single location that was recommended for tourists was visited by the 7 of them. Besides Derek himself and Lauren, the trip also included the people he truly did call his friends, in the true meaning of the word: Sarah, Meg, Kath, Jack and Mark. 

Mark was the first to come down as well, getting some toast and milk for his breakfast, and joining Derek at his table. 

'Morning.' 

'Morning.' 

'Seriously, they dragged us to 1001 monuments by waking us up at like 6 in the morning, and when we decide to go to the beach they're still happily snoring away at 10...' Mark complained. 

'What do you propose empty glasses of water on them?' 

'No... Not at first.' 

Derek shared a laugh with him, as he continued to eat his sausages. 

'Of course, Sarah's probably very tired, don't you think?' 

'I'm not sure I follow.' 

'Of course you don't... Just remember people aren't completely blind.' 

'Noted. See, someone is appearing.' Derek changed the subject, pointing behind Mark. 

Lauren was wearing a white shirt and pair tight jeans, which Derek thought that made her look more like a grown up than usual. Even though she'd turned 18 the week before the trip, she had always looked younger than she really was, and today she really did look every day of her age. You're checking out your little cousin, he reminded himself, forcing his eyes to look away. 

'Hey, Lauren.' Mark greeted, a little more enthusiastically than usual. 

'Hey, guys. Where's everyone else?' 

'Hibernating.' Derek replied. 

She smiled, and said the girls were all up and getting ready. 

'That leaves Kath.' Mark said, getting up. 

'What about Kath?' Lauren asked. 

'She and Jack have been doing it for the past 3 months. They actually think they're fooling someone... I'll go to our room and see if the lovebirds are there.' He added the final sentence at Derek. 

Once he was gone, Lauren spoke. 

'Sarah was a bit sleepy this morning.' She said, with a slight edge Derek couldn't figure out on her voice. 'You must be a really good fuck.' 

As she went to pick up her breakfast from the buffet table, Derek just stood open-mouthed in his seat.