1. Big Cock Fantasy - Part 2


    Date: 11/9/2014, Categories: Interracial, Author: JWren, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    My problem, when I really considered it, was not Tony. Obviously, I would need his support, permission, encouragement, call it what you will. But the backing of my husband wouldn’t be needed if I couldn’t find a giant cock. I mean, how do you go about such a quest? It’s one thing to walk into an adult store and buy a huge black dildo - like Tony had done - but where do you get the real thing, the human model? They’re not sitting on shelves waiting for some horny 35 year old to come along and take them home to satisfy her curiosity and fantasy. Okay, I’ve read stories and supposedly true-life tales about people successfully seeking all manner of things via chat-rooms and contact sites on the internet. But, truthfully, what are the chances of that bearing fruit? There must be someone out there to meet my requirements but the possibility he’ll live anywhere near me must be remote. And, anyway, did I want to go down that world wide web route, scanning pages and becoming a member by entering personal contact details? Not really. So, what else could I do? I bought a contact magazine but there was nothing in there for me and I quickly consigned it to the garbage bin. It was frustrating but, after a couple of days, I suddenly thought, “C’mon Jen, you’re not that desperate. You’ve got a loving husband and a sex life that’s been satisfying for over 12 years. And there’s always Marcus the Dildo available if the big cock craving persists. Get on with your life, you silly woman.” I ...
    didn’t mention anything to Tony. Instead, I ensured that he knew that I was still more than happy with the way he pleasured me. We continued to have some great love-ins, at least four times a week, and Marcus wasn’t required. We did occasionally watch DVDs featuring big black cocks and, after one screening, Tony removed his hand from my crotch, licked a finger, and said, “Wow, that really got you wet.” I grinned and said, “That’s what it’s supposed to do. Why watch porn if you’re not gonna be excited? And look at you . . .” Tony’s cock was hard in my hand and seeping pre-cum. “Ah, point taken,” he said. “Not yet, it isn’t,” I said, bending to lick his swelling dome and then sucking three or four inches into my mouth. With one hand caressing his shaft, the other fondling his balls and my head bobbing rhythmically, it wasn’t long before Tony unloaded into my throat. As he subsided, I sat back up, wiped my lips with the back of my hand and said, “Now the point’s been taken.” I sat on the balcony of our rented apartment, chilled glass of white wine on the table, and peacefully watched the wonderful sunset develop, the pale blue sky being streaked in glorious shades of orange and red. Tony was in the shower, washing off the sun lotion after our first day of seven on the naturist beach. I’d been first in the bathroom and was now dressed in a sleeveless white blouse and knee-length shorts, ready to go out for dinner. Admiring the view, my reverie was disturbed by the noise of a sliding ...
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