In hindsight, my divorce, combined with a new start in a new city, had probably left me somewhat emotionally vulnerable by the time I first met Lisa and her husband, Cameron. But whether or not that vulnerability was in some part responsible for the nature of our encounter, I’m not sure. In the end, I’m just glad it happened. It was a beautiful and exotic introduction to a new chapter in my life; a sexual re-awakening that I will always cherish. Sometimes a single act can change who you are. Ever since last summer, I feel like a different person, a different woman.
Twelve months ago, I walked into an interesting-looking lingerie boutique in an upscale part of the city. Someone had told me that it specialized in lingerie and swimwear for women with a larger bust. I’m forty-nine years old, 5′ 3″, with auburn hair and green eyes. Though relatively small-framed, I’m also rather curvy and wear a 34E (or so I thought) size bra. While being so buxom may be visually appealing to some, finding attractive bras that fit properly is on ongoing challenge. It’s almost impossible to find something pretty in my size. It’s either a matronly and ugly or it just doesn’t fit. The big stores don’t have a single thing for me and tend to cater to smaller cup sizes.
So, it was a thrill to finally find a shop like, Belle Curves. I was in heaven the moment I walked in! It had literally dozens of pretty-looking bras in my size, in lovely colours and fabrics. I had three bra and panty sets in hand and was looking around for the change rooms when all of a sudden I heard the loveliest voice.
“Why hello, neighbour,” said a woman.
I turned to find a very beautiful, somewhat familiar-looking, woman smiling at me.
“I beg your pardon,” I replied, sounding slightly puzzled, not sure where I’d seen her before.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s just that we’re neighbours. I believe you bought the house at the top of my street a few months ago,” she said.
It suddenly clicked; the reason why she looked vaguely familiar. I had seen her on a number of occasions getting into her car and driving away while I tended to my roses.
We shook hands and she introduced herself as Lisa.
“I’m Julia,” I countered with a warm smile. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Lisa, it turned out, owned the boutique. She looked to be quite a bit younger, possibly in her mid-thirties, with gorgeous black hair, flawless white skin, and a lovely, curvaceous figure. For some reason, I can’t say why, I liked her immediately. Perhaps it was her easy charm, the warmth of her smile, or her attentive blue eyes. Either way, we stood there for what seemed like a half an hour chatting and getting acquainted. I knew early on that I’d made a new friend, and it gave me such a nice feeling. I may have exuded a happy glow while I stood there talking with her so amiably.
She was married, and she and her husband, Cameron, a lawyer, had been living in their house at the end of my lane for about three years.
It was uncanny how many interests we shared: flowers, books, fashion and fabrics, and, well, big boobs! I assumed her own plight had inspired her to open the store.
By the time we stopped talking long enough to notice, it was time to close the shop. I apologized and started to put the bra sets back on the rack, promising to come back another time.
“Don’t be silly,” she said. “We’re the only ones here. Just let me lock up and I’ll let you try on whatever you like.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
I was so excited about finding such a bounty of pretty lingerie, I really did want to try on a few things. In truth, I was going through a period where I felt a bit blah and desperately needed to feel sexy again. Even before I’d discovered Lisa’s boutique, I was bound and determined to treat myself to a major lingerie (and perhaps even a swimwear) shopping splurge at some point. The sets I had picked out were quite brief and delicate, all hand-made in the UK, and the chance to buy such sexy and well-made things like that in my size was a thrill.
Lisa quickly locked the doors, took me by the hand, and led me – loaded down with sexy underthings – to the change rooms. She was wearing a short, form-hugging skirt, and I couldn’t help but notice that she had the kind of derriere, not to mention the kind of hippy, sashaying walk, that men adore.
The change room was spacious, with a big wall-size mirror; and for once, had lighting that didn’t make me look and feel fat and hideous. I stripped off my clothes and slipped on a lacy, semi-sheer bra and panty set in a pretty shade of fuchsia. It was embroidered with a lovely flower motif, and as sheer and brief as it was, the bra lifted and supported my large, heavy boobs fairly well.
“Let’s have a look,” said Lisa from outside.
I felt a bit bashful about stepping out in front of a woman I’d only just met in a set of skimpy underwear, but she made me feel so at ease. I opened the door and emerged; naked except for a few bits of delicate fabric.
“What size is the bra?” she asked.
“34E,” I answered.
She took me back in the change room and stood behind me while I faced the mirror. She reached under my arms and began adjusting the bra; her hands brushing against my breasts.
I felt her fingers touch underneath, where some of my breasts were left exposed.
“You see, this shouldn’t be happening,” she said. “Let me grab a tape measure.”
She came back a moment later and measured me around the ribcage.
“Just as I thought, you’re not a 34. And I’m guessing you’re a larger cup size than an ‘E’, too, judging by the amount of boob that’s sticking out underneath.” She left and came back with a lacy purple bra and thong.
“Try these on,” she said.
There was an awkward moment while I waited for her to leave so I could change.
“Oh, don’t be silly!” she said, smiling. “You don’t expect me to keep coming and going, do you? We have too many pretty things to try on!”
Somewhat sheepishly, I unfastened the clasp and removed the bra and peeled off the panties. I stood there, starkers, in front of a woman I’d only just met. Perhaps it was her warm, non-plussed demeanour, but it felt strangely liberating, and, even more strangely, a bit exciting. There was something about Lisa’s gaze. She had a playful twinkle in her eye that was so sexy and engaging. I found her very attractive. I’d never been with a woman before, nor had I been attracted to one in quite that way, but for the first time in my life, I had to admit that I found myself feeling sexually excited by the presence of a woman.
“My store was definitely made for your body,” said Lisa. “You and I are that rare exception: relatively petite but very large breasted. You’re even bigger than me. You have such lovely breasts, and such beautiful, large areola.”
I felt myself blush a bit as I slipped on the thong before trying on the bra. It felt very comfortable straight away and looked incredibly sexy. Lisa again stepped behind me and adjusted the fit. This time, however, she gently cupped my full bosom in her small hands.
“You see,” she said with a satisfied grin; her penetrating eyes looking directly into mine through the mirror’s reflection. “Thirty-two underneath and forty-three across, you’re a 32JJ, my dear.”
Then I felt her step closer towards me; her own breasts pressing slightly against my bare back. She reached around and adjusted the top of the thong. I could feel her soft black hair fall against my neck.
“You look fabulous,” she said.
I turned to face her. The air was crackling with a playful, sexual energy. I was fairly sure she was feeling some of the same things I was at that moment. She was married, and her vaguely flirty attention didn’t feel the slightest bit like a come-on. I didn’t feel threatened or put off at all. I really didn’t know what to think, to be honest!
“Thank you,” I replied, looking into her eyes.
We spent the next hour in her shop. She assisted, while I tried on everything from bras to bikinis to teddies to pumps. I left poorer in the purse but elated. Nothing came of our ‘moment’ that day. Happily, it didn’t get in the way of what quickly developed into a wonderful new friendship. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that we became the very best of friends in a very short period of time.
She was so warm and charming and down to earth. We would talk on the phone or over cups of tea for hours, about everything from my gladiolas to the lingering hurt from my divorce, to our most intimate thoughts about sex. Sometimes, when I would open up about the pain of my divorce, she would take my hand in hers and stroke my hair. In those moments, I felt the most wonderful mixture of affection and arousal. My feelings quickly evolved into something more complex. But, like a moth to a flame, I could not, would not, pull away from her. Happily, she seemed just as loathe to pull back from me.
At some point during those first initial few weeks, I met her husband, Cameron. He seemed her male counterpart in every respect. His quiet charm matched hers. He was also drop-dead gorgeous: slim, with a chiseled jawline, big beautiful eyes with long dark lashes, and dark, short-cropped hair. He seemed delighted by his wife’s new friendship. His work frequently kept him at the office until late. So, he said that it was comforting to know that Lisa had someone so close by.
On one such night, when Cameron was working late and I was keeping Lisa company, the topic of our chat turned once again to sex. Lisa started talking about her sex life with Cameron; and as women are often want to do when discussing their sex lives, the two of us ended up having an enthusiastic and conspiratorial giggle. I had no sex life to speak of at that moment in time, so I was quite happy to live vicariously through my friend.
“He’s quite skilled with his tongue,” she said, grinning cheekily. “And he can go for hours. Sometimes he wears me out!” she laughed. “He’s quite intrepid and went exploring one night and found my g-spot. I thought my head was going to pop off like a champagne cork!”
Our laughter eventually trailed off, and the two of us sat there smiling at each other.
“Have you ever made love to a woman?” she asked after the laughter subsided.
“No, I haven’t” I answered quietly.
“Neither have I.”
Nothing more was said on the subject and we soon started talking about something less fraught with pregnant pauses.
On weekends, the two of us would often go for a dip in her backyard pool and do some sunbathing. Lisa filled out her string bikini like a goddess, and I found myself unable to take my eyes off her formidable body. Although her breasts were slightly smaller than mine, she had the sexiest hips and the most glorious behind.
One particularly hot and sunny day, after the sun had dried us off from our swim, Lisa suggested we go inside.
“Would you let me treat you to a massage?” she asked.
How could I refuse? Cameron had often sung the praises of his wife’s famous massages.
One side of their house was floor to ceiling sliding glass doors. She opened the doors that led from the pool into the carpeted living room, and to my surprise set up her professional looking massage table. A cool breeze wafted through while she did her thing.
Never without style or a keen eye for detail, Lisa proceeded to set up the living room like a sensual oasis: a touch of lavender incense, the gentle tinkling of wind chimes from the patio, Spanish guitar playing softly on the background sound system, and bottles of scented massage oil at the ready.
When she was ready for me, I teased her about what a male fantasy the whole thing felt and looked like: standing there, as she was, in a skimpy white bikini, waiting to give her lucky charge a soothing hot oil massage!
I lay face down on the towel-covered table in my string bikini and immediately felt her gentle touch against my warm skin.
It felt heavenly: the gentle breeze, the sensual atmosphere, and Lisa’s soft touch while she gently kneading my body. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the pleasure of it.
After a time, I felt Lisa’s fingers undoing the clasp of my bikini top. Her touch was electric. With each passing moment, I felt more and more tingly all over my body. My feelings confused me, yet I could not deny them. She began to massage my legs. I could feel her touch moving ever so slowly higher and higher up the backs of my thighs towards my bum. The higher she climbed, the more aroused I became, and I could feel a perceptible dampness forming between my legs. My mind was racing. Was this right for me to feel this way about another woman? Was the nature of my attraction reciprocal?
Then, suddenly, I felt the tie-strings of my bikini bottoms being pulled at.
“Is it okay if I take off your bottoms?” she asked in her softest, sexiest voice.
“Yes,” I whispered.
I arched my back and raised my bum up slightly, allowing Lisa to strip off my last stitch of clothing.
She continued slowly and sensually kneading my legs, my feet, and my arms. My state of arousal was snowballing, and I began to feel a strong impulse to kiss her. Feeling drops of warm oil on my bare bum, my heart raced in anticipation of her touch. I felt her hesitate momentarily, before placing her soft hands on my buttocks. She lovingly worked in the hot oil, and I felt drips trickle into the crack of my ass and down towards my now wet pussy.
She paid special attention to my soft, round bum; slowly and lovingly rubbing in the hot oil. I could feel her thumbs almost touch my labial lips as her hands massaged the cheeks of my ass. A soft moan escaped from my lips.
“Why don’t you turn over, sweetie?” she asked.
My heart was pounding as I rolled over and lay on my back. I looked up into her eyes. She sprinkled oil on my tummy and huge boobs. My saucer-sized nipples were swollen and puffy and unbelievably sensitive.
“You don’t mind if I take this off, do you?” she asked as she removed her own bikini top. “I don’t want to get any oil on my bikini.”
Her lovely, fecund breasts sprang free and hung heavily before me as she bent over and worked in the warm oil. When she began massaging my breasts, gently tracing circles around the swollen areola, I could resist no longer.
I reached up and placed my hand on her behind, slipping a few fingers inside the hem of her bikini bottoms.
Lisa looked directly into my eyes and said, “If I was a man, I’d so want to fuck you right now. ” There was a short pause before she added, “Actually, I’m a woman, and I still really want to fuck you right now. “
“Why don’t you?” I answered breathlessly.
She leaned over, her warm breasts pressed against mine, and searched my eyes with her own. Her gaze moved to my lips, and then she slowly, softly, kissed me.
I almost came from that one kiss. It was electric, and it lasted. When it was over, Lisa took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom where we made love atop her silk sheets.
She stripped off her bikini bottoms and I saw for the first time her exquisite, neatly trimmed pussy.
She lay with me and our bodies became intertwined. The feeling of another woman’s body pressed against my own was new and exciting. Her soft, heavy breasts felt wonderful against my skin. I could feel her erect nipples when they brushed against me. We kissed and explored each other’s bodies for what seemed like hours. It was all so tender and sensual. She teased and toyed with me, almost but never quite touching my pussy with her fingers, until I finally begged her to place her hand between my legs. When she did, I almost came once again. She kissed her way down my body one last time before tossing her long mane of black hair aside and settling in between my legs. My heart raced in anticipation of her kissing my wet, swollen pussy. When she did, I let out a breathy sigh and closed my eyes.
Being one herself, it was perhaps only natural that Lisa knew just how to pleasure another woman. She knew exactly where and how hard to touch with her fingers; where and how hard to lick with her tongue. Best of all, she knew where to find that delicious little g-spot zone just up and inside my opening. In no time at all she had me bucking my hips, arching my back and groaning wildly.
With my fingers, I opened my feminine sheath even wider to afford her greater access. The pleasure was mind-blowing. The first of many orgasms began to build in my tummy. It kept building and building until I felt like my head would explode. Finally, after inserting a few fingers and continuing to lick the nib of my clitoris, I came in a loud, writhing crescendo.
When it was over, a large wet spot on the sheets marked the occasion. We locked in an embrace and kissed and suckled each other’s breasts as the tremors of my orgasm flitted through my body.
We spent the remainder of that afternoon in her bed, intoxicated with each other, making love for several more hours. It was delicious, and quite unlike sex with a man; equally enjoyable, but different.
I experienced more orgasms than I could count that day, and returned the favour in kind, helping Lisa achieve just as many. Afterwards, we slept naked in each other’s arms. When we awoke, we took a leisurely shower together in their marble stand-up shower.
When it was time to leave, there was no post-coital feeling of guilt or regret. We hugged one last time before I left. It had been one of the very best sexual experiences of my life. Just two smitten women pleasuring each other. I positively beamed that day. Little did I know what lay ahead.
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The following week, I was slightly taken aback when Lisa told me that she’d confessed what had transpired between us to her husband. She said they had always been completely honest with each other in their marriage. I was intensely curious about his reaction, not to mention a bit worried he might have reacted in anger. Quite the contrary, as it turned out. According to Lisa, he seemed genuinely okay with it. I didn’t press but wondered what that meant for Lisa and me. Had they agreed that it was only a harmless, one-time experiment? Was that for the best anyways? I had to admit I hadn’t settled any of that in my own mind, either.
The next day, Lisa called again and invited me over for some cocktails, and possibly a swim in the pool or a dip in their Jacuzzi, that Saturday night. I readily accepted and asked if there was anything I could bring.
“Just that sexy new bikini you bought at my store,” she replied.
She also mentioned that Cameron would be there that night and that she was looking forward to seeing him, as he’d been so busy of late.
Saturday arrived and I showed up at their doorstep at about 7. It was a lovely evening: not too hot, with the sun just beginning to set. Feeling summery, I wore a short, flowy A-line dress and open-toed heels. Cameron answered the door looking particularly dishy in a crisp white dress shirt and a pair of black chinos, looking sexy and casual. He complimented me on my outfit and gave me a kiss on the cheek, making sure not to overreact to the prodigious amount of décolletage that appeared above the low cut neckline of my dress.
Lisa looked equally fabulous prancing about barefoot in a cute little cotton summer dress.
The sliding doors were all pulled open at the back, and a gentle breeze flowed through their expansive living room. I was standing next to the entrance to the deck, looking at the pool, and admiring their view of the city below, when Cameron handed me a chilled, lemon drop martini.
It was to be the first of several that evening, and before long, the three of us were happily ensconced in their big, fluffy living room furniture, tipsy and giggly.
Given the playfully sexual energy in the room and recent events, I suppose it was inevitable that the topic of conversation would eventually land on sex. Perhaps fortified by Dutch courage from the martinis, Lisa brought up out little tryst. I think I blushed a thousand shades of red, but Cameron seemed genuinely delighted.
“Sounds like it was a zesty expression of lust between two very good friends,” he said. “That’s beautiful.”
And with that he kissed his wife sweetly on the lips. I was quite amazed.
We kept talking and talking, more and more about all things sexual, until Lisa suggested we change into our swimsuits and take a dip in either the pool or the jacuzzi while the soft light of dusk still provided its natural ambient lighting.
I grabbed my bag and headed for the spare bedroom. It had a floor-length mirror and after I put on my bikini, I gave myself a last once-over before heading back. When I got there, Lisa and Cameron were already in the jacuzzi. They both looked up at me and smiled, Lisa’s eyes twinkling.
She feigned to cover her husband’s eyes with her hand as I stood there.
“Avert your eyes, my husband, from the deliciously fecund body that stands before you!” she said jokingly. “Aren’t you the lucky one, darling?” she added, as I climbed into the jacuzzi. “Sitting in a hot tub, surrounded by a couple of gorgeous, busty women.”
“Even if one of them is an old lady,” I countered, cognizant of the fact that Cameron was several years younger than Lisa and thus a good two decades my junior.
The water was set at a refreshing temperature, and the swirling waters felt wonderful.
All the sun, alcohol, sex talk, and semi-naked flesh had me feeling quite randy. I knew I wasn’t alone in feeling that way when I noticed that Cameron was no longer feigning not to notice my huge boobs. Indeed, he happily admired his wife’s ample charms as well. Lisa scooted over to sit next to me. I could tell she was feeling rather amorous by the way she was flirting and ‘playing’ with the two of us. First initiating a water splashing session — I must say Cameron looked smoldering with his black hair slicked back with water — she began tickling and groping me. Finally, she got so bold as to cup one of my bikini-clad breasts in her hands.
“My goodness, those are heavy!” she teased.
Suddenly, the mood became much more erotically charged. Lisa reached over, and with her hand still touching my breast, kissed me tenderly on the cheek. Cameron volunteered to get out of the water and fix us all another drink.
I could tell through the swirling waters that he was wearing a men’s box-cut swimsuit, the same cut and colour as the one worn by Daniel Craig in the James Bond movie. But I didn’t appreciate how form-fitting and revealing it was until he climbed out of the jacuzzi. His tanned physique was beautifully toned and hard, without an ounce of fat, but even more noteworthy was that the front of his swimsuit looked like it was restraining an anaconda! The front pouch looked positively over-taxed, and the bulge impossibly large. Rather taken aback by Cameron’s obvious largesse, I’m sure I had quite the wide-eyed expression on my face. Though impossible not to notice, I quickly averted my eyes when I saw him look at me. The back-facing view it must be noted was equally impressive, albeit for different reasons, and I glanced up at his tight behind as he walked inside.
My look of disbelief had not been lost on Lisa, and when Cameron was beyond earshot distance, she turned to me:
“He’s rather blessed, isn’t he?” she said wearing a devilish grin.
I giggled like a schoolgirl, blushing.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, it’s rather difficult to miss unless he wears surfer trunks.”
“My goodness, I didn’t know they made them that big! How do you handle all that??”
“You can imagine my shock the first time I saw it. I almost fainted,” she giggled. “To be honest, it took me a while to get used to his size. My poor pussy and cervix took a beating. But once I did, ooh la la! I had my first vaginal orgasm with Cameron. I’d only ever had clitoral ones before that. Now I have both kinds all the time.”
When Cameron came back with our drinks, I had to be careful not to stare.
That last drink seemed to take me to a point of no return, inhibitions-wise. Likewise, the sexual tension in the air seemed to boil over with each passing sip. I could feel my swollen nipples protruding through the fabric of my nylon lycra bikini top.
Things truly turned a corner that evening when Lisa suggested we take off our swimsuits. As tipsy as I was, I still blushed at the proposal. That said, there was just something so reassuring and safe about the two of them that my initial panic quickly gave way to exhilaration and excitement at the thought of group nudity.
Lisa was first out of her bikini, tossing her top and bottoms next to the sunken jacuzzi. Her 34DD breasts looked so firm and beautiful.
Next, but without standing up, Cameron stripped off his only restraint and set his swimsuit aside. Finally, and despite feeling my inhibitions evaporate, I somewhat demurely removed my top and bottoms as well.
“Isn’t she gorgeous, Cameron?” gushed Lisa. “The ultimate boob man’s fantasy.”
From where I was sitting, I could just make out the blurry shape of Cameron’s penis. Every time I tried to get a good look, my heart started to pound. It seemed to sway to and fro like some thick, fleshy stalk, and looked to be the size of my forearm! I decided it had to be an optical illusion; the prism effect of the swirling water.
Placing one hand in mine, and the other in her husband’s, Lisa drew us all into a tight circle in the centre of the hot tub, our faces close together; the chest-high water swirling around us. This time, she leaned forward and kissed me slowly and tenderly on the lips, then turning to her husband, kissed him in the same way. After a very pregnant pause, another followed as Cameron and I fixed our eyes on each other. Finally, Lisa gently pushed us together and my lips met his. It was wet and slow and hot. A protracted threesome session of kissing followed; passionate and languorous and erotic. At one point, I felt the warm and heavy flesh of Cameron’s manhood brush against my hip and had to fight the overwhelming desire to touch it. As it turned out, I would not have to fight that urge for very long.
Lisa took her husband’s hand and led him to the edge.
“Sit up, darling,” she said. “I want you to show my lovely friend just how big you really are.”
My heart was racing now, for I was beyond the point of shyness and self-consciousness. I was completely absorbed in the moment; excited, full of lust, and feeling hypersexual.
Cameron grabbed the edge of the jacuzzi and hauled himself out of the water. When the huge stalk of his semi-hard manhood emerged from the water, I gasped audibly.
“Oh my goodness!” I blurted out. “I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me! I’ve never seen one that big before!”
Indeed, I hadn’t. It was enormous. Wrist-thick and incredibly strong and powerful looking, it had to be three times as long and twice as thick as my ex-husband’s. I’d slept with a young man who was very well endowed while a student in university, but he was nothing compared to Cameron.
“Your cock is huge!” I observed in earnest as I looked up into Cameron’s sexy bedroom eyes.
It swayed and bobbed heavily as he climbed out and came to rest against his thigh with a bit of a wet slap as he sat on the edge of the jacuzzi. Lisa reached over and did her best to wrap her hand around her husband’s huge, veiny appendage. Cameron’s penis was still only in a state of partial arousal, yet his wife’s hand was still too small to reach all the way around the circumference. She began to stroke it; gently pumping the immense length. Cameron lovingly ran his fingers through her beautiful black hair as she started kissing the shaft. I stood there, transfixed as Lisa opened her mouth wide and started to fellate her husband in front of me. I’d never been a part of a sexual experience like that before, and in truth had never been quite so aroused! I decided to just live in the moment, go with the flow, and see where that led me.
In no time at all, Cameron had achieved a full erection of eye-popping dimensions. His wife’s sexy mouth was nowhere near big enough to accommodate much more than the head and a bit of the shaft, but she did her best. His sighs and moans suggested she still knew how to please her man, no matter how hugely endowed.
“Mmmm,” she purred. “I wanted to get Cameron personalized license plates for his birthday that read, ‘Size Queens Only’ but he wouldn’t let me,” she giggled, taking a breath. “Then I thought, do I really want to advertise to all those women drivers??”
She turned to me and took me by the hand, pulling me towards Cameron’s parted thighs. I almost shook with excitement as she placed my hand on her husband’s huge cock. I looked up at him, no doubt with a bit of a ‘little girl lost’ expression on my face.
His size was quite intimidating, and at that point I hadn’t even considered how challenging it might be for women to accommodate him between their legs.
It felt so warm and tight and hard in my hand, not to mention enormous. Gripping it with both hands, I followed Lisa’s lead and gently pumped it up and down. Lisa smiled and looked up at Cameron.
“Does that feel good, sweetie,” she asked.
“Mmmm, oh yeah. Feels so good,” he groaned.
I took the lead and wrapped my huge tits around his cock. They were still quite slippery from the suntan lotion I’d applied earlier. Lisa and I watched enraptured as he gave my big 32JJs a good titty fucking. After several minutes, I could resist no longer and wrapped my lips around the head of his monstrous erection. I did my best to take as much of him inside my mouth as possible but had to be careful not to gag in my passion and excitement. Eventually, Cameron sat back on his hands and watched his wife and I swap his cock back and forth between her mouth and mine. Licking and sucking it like a lovely big lolly. I continued pumping the huge shaft while Lisa spat on and sucked the fat, bulbous head. Cameron threw his head back in ecstasy and alerted us to the fact that he was about to cum. Enraptured, I continued to watch during the build-up towards the crescendo.
“Mmmm, I want you to cum in my mouth, sweetie,” she panted breathlessly. “I want to swallow all your delicious seed!”
Seconds later, I observed Cameron’s scrotum tighten. Lisa pulled back ever so slightly so as not to gag on the eruption of thick, white cum that shot against the back of her throat. Despite her best efforts to swallow it all, a cascade of hot cum trickled down his fat stalk and over my fingers. It was the most outrageously erotic sight I’d ever seen.
Cameron’s spent manhood came to rest against his hip, after which the three of us drifted to the centre of the hot tub once again and exchanged sensual, cum-flavoured kisses.
After we caught our collective breath, Lisa suggested we ‘take a nap’ together in their big, king-size bed.
We dried each other off with big, fluffy towels, left our wet swimsuits where they were, and — boobs and bums and cock swaying and bouncing — headed for their bedroom.
The three of us lay down on their expansive, cream-coloured silk sheets and started necking like teenagers. At one point, Cameron sat back and watched Lisa and I kiss and make love. I kissed my way down her beautiful torso until I reached her fertile delta and its neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hair. She was already incredibly wet, and her little button was swollen to the size of a pencil eraser. I proceeded to play her exquisite little pussy like a finely tuned instrument. She was quite vocal and moaned loudly and often as I edged her closer and closer to the precipice of an orgasm with my tongue and fingers.
After a wonderfully slow build-up, she arched her back and tugged at my hair. I watched as the powerful orgasm rippled through her body. All the while, Cameron had been enjoying himself in the role of voyeur while we engaged in our little girl on girl twosome. He had stroked his massive tool back to full erection by the time the throes of Lisa’s orgasm had subsided.
After looking lovingly over at her husband, she hopped out of bed and went to get something out of her dresser. She came back with a large clear dispenser of Astroglide lubrication.
Lisa set the lube on the bed and kissed me once again. Then, cupping one of my big boobs in her hand she whispered in my ear, “I want you to make love to my husband,” adding, “I want to watch him fuck you with his huge cock. I want you to experience something that big, and to know what a cock like that feels like inside you.”
I looked over at her handsome, lady-killer of a partner. Young enough to be my son, he lay there like some fantasy Playgirl centerfold: amazing, tanned body; gorgeous face, teeth, and smile; and stroking the biggest erection I’d ever seen in my life! Still, I was as nervous as a schoolgirl, and not just because I was contemplating fucking my new friend’s husband right in front of her. I was also genuinely concerned that her might split me in two with that fearsome-looking pussy destroyer!
“I want to. Believe me, I do,” I said. “I just don’t know if I can handle all that!”
“Oh, don’t worry, sweetie,” she reassured. “He can go as slow as you want. “He knows how to pleasure a woman with his size. Believe me, he knows how to use it. Don’t you, darling?”
I lay back in the centre of their big bed as the two of them took turns suckling my breasts on either side of me. Then Cameron gently parted my thighs and nestled himself between my legs. On his knees, his giant prong pointed straight out over my belly. Lisa took the tube of lubrication and applied a generous amount to her hubby’s thick shaft. It glistened with a thick coating of lube.
The two of them looked at me with hungry eyes.
“I think Julia needs a good, hard fucking with your huge dick,” said Lisa, adding cheekily, “Think it will fit, honey?”
“I’ll make it fit,” he answered with a cocky, boyish grin.
Lisa slid in behind and nestled herself against me; supporting my body with her own; her big boobs pressed against me and the warmth of her wet pussy against the base of my back. As her husband worked the lubrication into his hard-on in long, slow strokes, Lisa reached around and ran her hands across my tummy, then used her hands to spread my legs further apart in preparation for her hubby’s battering-ram assault. Slowly, her fingers made their way to my moist labial lips. Incredibly sensitive to her touch, I moaned and quickened the tempo of my breathing as she softly parted the lips of my pussy and massaged the clitoris. I looked on in awe as Cameron stroked a dozen or so inches of incredibly thick manhood.
“Mmmm, that’s it, sweetie,” Lisa cooed. “Look at that big, thick cock. It’s all for you.”
With that, Cameron placed the head against the entrance to my quim and slowly pushed.
Right away, he felt different than any other man I’d been intimate with. His incredible thickness stretched me wider than I’d ever been stretched. It was an indescribable feeling, as he very slowly began to penetrate me. Mouth agape, I swooned. My eyes closed and my head fell back. Cameron’s size literally took my breath away.
Lisa continued to hold me in her arms, softly sucking and biting my ear lobes and kissing the base of my neck. I felt completely overwhelmed. It was such a turn-on to give myself over to this man’s enormous cock; to feel utterly in his control. Somehow, being vulnerable, overwhelmed, and possessed in such a way was intoxicating.
In time, and by gently rocking his hips, Cameron eventually managed to work about half of his battering ram inside me. Having never had to deal with a man his size, it initially felt like an anaconda snake was making it’s way up inside me towards my tummy!
“Oh my god, Cameron!” I gasped, almost panicky. “Oh my god, it’s so big!”
“Just try to relax, sweetie,” whispered Lisa.
It just kept coming and coming, until finally the head of his penis pressed up against my cervix, causing me a bit of genuine discomfort.
Lisa looked down at my poor beleaguered pussy.
“Oh my goodness, Julia! Good girl! You top out later than me!” exclaimed Lisa. “Aren’t you a lucky boy, Cameron?”
After he’d buried it in me as far as he could go, Cameron withdrew all the way out as slowly as he’d entered. With only the head remaining, he plunged it all the way back in, this time a little quicker. He kept this up — all the way in, then all the way out, always increasing the tempo — until I’d become more accustomed to his size, as much as that were possible! Eventually, he’d built up a steady, powerful rhythm. Lisa reached down and massaged my clit with her fingers while her husband fucked me far deeper than any man had before.
The combination of Cameron’s thickness, and the friction it generated, and Lisa’s playing with my clit, drove me to my first orgasm of the day. I wasn’t sure whether it was vaginal or clitoral or both, but it was heavenly and very intense.
Tightly gripping the bedsheets with clenched fingers, I was still catching my breath when Cameron quickened his tempo and the forcefulness of his thrusts. Before long he was fucking me hard and fast; driving his king-size manhood into me mercilessly, albeit with commendable dexterity. Still, on the odd thrust, he would penetrate a little too deeply and hit my cervix, causing me to grimace and bite my lip. Yet, these moments were the exception, and in general, despite his obvious unbridled lust, he was an incredibly considerate lover; always mindful of his power to hurt as much as pleasure. He continued unabated.
“Oh my god! I barked, dry-mouthed. “It’s so fucking big!!”
Beads of sweat began to fall from his forehead onto my heaving breast. Cameron was an incredible lover. His staying power was as advertised, and he was giving my pussy the workout of its life! His deep thrusts were relentless, and I swooned as yet another orgasm charged through me.
The cocktail of pleasure and pain ultimately produced an endorphin-fuelled rush, but the discomfort increasingly gave way to the incredible pleasure. “Oh, god yes!! Please don’t stop, please don’t stop!!!” I begged. Cameron, you feel wonderful!”
I was feeling close to exhaustion and pleasure saturation when Cameron finally slowed down long enough to ask me to turn over and get on my hands and knees.
As I braced myself against the end of the bed and bit down on a pillow, Lisa guided her husband’s huge cock into me once again, this time from behind. With my bum in the air, she gently rubbed my vulnerable bum hole with her finger and watched while Cameron quickly resumed his long, deep, powerful thrusts.
There was less discomfort from that angle from the beginning, yet seemingly deeper penetration.
In short order, he was grunting and fucking me like a wild buck. At one point, I had to reach back and place a hand on his hip to get him to shorten his thrusts a touch.
But for the most part, that lovely giant cock of his was responsible for some mind-blowing pleasure like I’d never experienced before. I felt prepared at the moment in time to opine on the eternal debate about penis size.
In the end, I was able to truly relax and give in to his size completely. My vocalizing eventually resembled a kind of raspy howl. My eyes were closed tight; my mouth frozen open in a state of primal bliss.
“Oh god, yes!! I bellowed loudly. “You’re so deep!! Please don’t stop, sweetie!! Please, don’t stop!! Fuck me with that huge cock!! Oh god, fuck me!! You’re so fucking big!!”
Finally, just when I thought I might faint with the intensity and pleasure of it, Cameron said that was about to cum. He gave me a final few rapid-fire thrusts before I felt his hot seed gush deep inside me.
I collapsed on the bed and Lisa snuggled up behind me. The three of us exchanged tender, post-coital kisses.
Afterwards, we showered together, and I eventually spent the night. I’m happy to report that we passed the remainder of the weekend fucking our brains out. Since that time, I have become a regular part of their lovemaking. It’s been wonderful and liberating and re-affirming. I feel sexy and sexual again.
