1. Big Cock Fantasy - Part 5


    Date: 11/12/2014, Categories: Interracial, Author: JWren, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    to grasp her hands. Again she stood, the water depth now only waist high. Justin released her hands which she promptly placed high up on his thighs. I could hear her husky voice, but not discern the words, and Justin laughed, his head rocking back. It was then he saw me looking down at them. Justin raised his left arm and waved, at the same time talking to Gaynor. She turned, also waved and her husky tones boomed, “Morning, Jen. Sleep well?” I waved back, aware that my right tit jiggled, and shouted, “Great, thanks.” Gaynor gave me a thumbs up and turned back to face Justin, who was still looking in my direction. I fluttered my fingers at him as a final wave, and headed for the bathroom. I was in urgent need of a cold shower! Actually, I set the shower temperature to warm not cold. The pulsating, powerful jets refreshed me as I soaped and lathered my body. But, washing gently and lightly between my legs, I thought of Justin and, surprisingly, Gaynor. Last night’s initiation with Justin’s gargantuan cock was, obviously, still prominent in my mind. But Gaynor was something else and I had to admit to myself that she had opened up a whole new sexual world for me. On holiday, when she and Charlie had been our neighbours, she had captivated me and expertly seduced me into my first same-sex experience. And she had been there again last night, encouraging, preparing and helping me to take Justin’s huge black snake. More than that, before the intrusion of Justin’s mammoth member, ...
    Gaynor had, to my surprise and delight, licked and sucked and finger-poked my pussy. I loved it, all of it. Whether that meant I was bi-sexual like her, I didn’t really know. But I was attracted to Gaynor and I had been happy to have her close by as Justin provided physical solutions to my big cock curiosity. In truth, I couldn’t believe that I was bi-sexual? Let’s face it, no other women provoked the same passion in me as Gaynor did. I simply wasn’t attracted to other women. And I knew I wouldn’t have allowed any other woman to be present when Justin fucked me. Yet, I welcomed Gaynor’s presence at one of the most important, decisive, secretive and wonderful moments of my thirty-five year life. Face it, Jen, I told myself, you are beguiled by the woman. You are bewitched, under her spell, and happy to be enchanted and enriched by her charms. By now, deep in thought, I had dried myself and was using the hair-dryer, staring at my reflection in the mirror over the hand basin. I looked good: clear eyed, tanned and with luxuriant fair hair framing my face nicely. All dry, I applied lipstick and perfume, brushed my hair and decided to slip on the kimono before seeking out some food. Descending the stairs, I could hear Gaynor singing along to Billy Joel’s My Life. I headed for the kitchen and found her at the stove, waving a spatula in her right hand and swaying her hips to the music. I entered silently but she turned and said, “Oh, good morning again, Jen. I’m fixing omelette and ...
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