Big Coc Fantasy

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?"