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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 twelve 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 thirty five, 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 5 feet 4 inches but my hourglass figure is still good, with a slim waist, 34B firm bust and rounded 36 inches hips. Tony is 5 feet 10 inches, 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 5 inches limp to 7 inches 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.”

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-size model of some black American porn star.”

I looked at the toy in my lap and picked up. I felt its 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?

“Nooo,” 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 at 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 attention 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 8 inches 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 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.”

He pushed his mushroom dome between her flappy lips. Sondra let out a loud, “Oh fuck, of fucking fuck” as the head broke through.

“Okay bitch,” scolded Marcus, “we’ve only just begun.” 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.” 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.

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.”

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.”

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 thirty-five-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 11 inches 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 fainted. 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?