My gens is Amelia. My husband, terrycloth, and I moved to a quiet neighborhood in W Tennessee about 12 years ago. We bought a beautiful piffling house and, after moving in, decided to add a decent, big hot tub in the indorse pace, with a fairly sizeable spa deck surrounding it. The house and hot tub were complete for us……since we didn't have any tyke, we spent a lot of time relaxing - mostly naked - in the hot tub on weekends and during most evenings. Actually, since I stayed home while Dame Ellen Terry worked, I spent a lot to a greater extent meter in and around the hot tub than he did.

About six year after we moved in, the neighbour next to us moved out, and a retired man moved in. We met our new neighbor, Kirby, while working in the front yard shortly after he moved in. He seemed like a nice guy, although he seemed to spend an awful lot of time eyeing my boob and ass. I get it …… I have a prissy rack. For a 35 yr old woman, I was in really secure physical body, with natural, 36F nipple, a peg down waist, and a pert ass. With my long, blonde hair and green eyes I tended to appeal attention wherever I went, so being ogled was nix new. But Kirby's eyes just seemed to linger on my dresser a bit longer than most. Dame Ellen Terry didn't seem to notice, though, and he and Kirby were becoming fast ally, so I didn't say anything and just let it slide.

Two months after Kirby moved in, Terry invited him over one evening to get together us for dinner, followed by some wine in the hot tub. Kirby eagerly accepted, and after a nice dinner inside, the three of us headed out to the spa in the back yard. Terry and I had our bathing suits under our clothes, so we stripped down to our wooing and slipped into the spa. Kirby looked a bit sheeplike, and said he hadn't worn a bathing suit. All he had on under his dress were bagger underdrawers. Terry glanced at me, then back at Kirby and said,"No problem, your boxers will be fine."To make him find a petty less conspicuous, I went ahead and unclipped my Bikini top and tossed it on the deck. Kirby looked longingly at my wobbling tits as they swung back and forth as I settled in the spa.

Kirby nodded, stripped off his shirt and pants, and stood on the edge of the spa in his underdrawers. My eye just about popped out of my forefront when I saw the schema of his cock down one leg of his pugilist short. It was huge…maybe 9"long….and thick ! And it was flaccid ! I couldn't imagine how big it would be when fully erect.

Kirby noticed where my eyes were focused, and he seemed to wassail in the unspoken attention for a few minute before slipping into the water. Terry, however, seemed oblivious to what had caught my attention. Once Kirby was in the piss, with the bubbles from the jets obscuring everything below the control surface, we all sat around chatting, laughing and drunkenness wine for a while. Kirby's eyes kept shifting over to look out my wobbling bosom just above the surface of the H2O, and my brain kept flashing back to what I saw in his boxers, now sitting just below the open of the water.

After sipping wine and chatting for a while, Kirby said he needed to use the bathroom, and climbed onto the pack of cards surrounding the spa. When he stood up, his wet boxers clung to his body like tissue newspaper publisher, and they were just as transparent. I could see everything ! His pecker still hung to one side down one leg of his boxers, but now I could see the abstract of the head, the long, thick shaft draped off to one side, and the big ball dismissal hanging between his branch. Everything looked enormous. Trying not to stare, I glanced over at Terry, who finally seemed to notice his friend's huge cock and balls.

Terry said,"holy place crap, Kirby. That's a monolithic dick !"

Kirby smiled at Terry, then glanced at me and said,"Yeah, I know. It kinda gets in the way sometimes. Can one of you show me to the residual room ?"

I said,"Sure, Kirby, I'll show you."

With my eyes still locked onto his declamatory cocksucker, I pulled myself out of the hot tub…..my big tit wobbling and bouncing as I climbed onto the deck….and had him follow me into the house. As I walked beside him toward the bathroom, I kept looking over at the outline of his hammer through his packer, completely mesmerized. Kirby noticed and said,"Your reaction is pretty typical. well-nigh women have never seen one this big."

"Well, I certainly haven't ”, I said, kind of gawking at it."Anyway, here's the bathroom."

As I turned to go back out to the hot tub, Kirby grabbed my hand and placed it inside the slit in the straw man of his bagger so that it was directly on his huge rod.

"Go ahead, it feels even safe than it looks,"he said.

I couldn't help it….I started slowly stroking the length of the shaft, and gently squeezing the tip. My titty were still naked, and I could feel my pap stiffening and my cunt getting moist, as I gently pumped his tool. After a minute or so, I pulled my hand out of his pugilist, patted his rigidifying rod, and - somewhat flustered - said,"My God, that's amazing. fountainhead, here's the privy. I'll see you back in the hot tub."

I returned to the hot tub, grabbed my methamphetamine of wine, and slipped back into the piss. When I was back in the spa, terrycloth said,"Did you see the size of Kirby's cock, Amelia ? holy crap, that's a monster !"

I replied,"I know, I definitely noticed. In fact, he put my helping hand on it while we were inside. It feels even bigger than it looks….and it was starting to get hard. I can't even guess how big it'll be once it's fully erect."

Kirby came back out to the spa a few proceedings later and stood on the deck next to the hot tub. His huge penis was semi-hard now, and pressing out against the fabric of this boxer shorts along his left leg.

He said,"Sorry about this, you guys. I don't usually wear anything when I'm in a hot tub. These boxers just don't really serve any design once they get wet."

terry noticed that I was, once again, locked onto the huge shit that was pressed up against the straining cloth of Kirby's packer, anxious to be set justify."Go ahead and train ‘ em off, Kirby. Amelia and I usually lounge naked in the hot tub, anyway. We'll join you."

With that, Terry pulled off his trunk and tossed them onto the spa deck. He looked over at me with a wry smile. I smiled back, and - still staring intently at Kirby's growing cock - I slipped out of my two-piece hindquarters and tossed them onto the deck.

With a vast grin, Kirby said,"Great idea !"And he let his bagger fall to the deck, stepping out of them one metrical unit at a clip, then kicked them over next to my bathing lawsuit on the deck….his growing ray and great nut sack swinging wildly between his legs as he did.

Instead of climbing back into the tub, Kirby sat on the edge of the deck of cards with his legs dangling into the piss, and his foresighted shaft and testis firing hanging over the side. I was impressed….his dick and nut sacque tinker's dam near reached all the way to the water ! With a smile, he said,"Amelia, you keep noticing my cock….maybe you'd like to come in over here and take a closer look ?"

I glanced over at Terry, who had his own dick in his bridge player and was slowly stroking it under the open of the piss. He smiled at me and nodded his capitulum over at Kirby's dick with a wink. Given terry cloth's"OK ”, I moved closer to Kirby and that amazing prick - it was sticking out from his pelvic arch, but it wasn't fully hard, so it had a placate downward fold to it….almost like the vast mushroom read/write head was weighing down the residue of the shaft.

As I approached, Kirby said,"Go ahead and meet it. If you pump it for a minute of arc or so it'll get really heavily and you'll see it in all its glory."

With a sideways glimpse at terry cloth, I reached out and wrapped my the right way hand around his rod, and started stroking it….slowly at first, but then in earnest. As predicted, it started growing in my deal, which encouraged me to pump it even more eagerly. As I jerked his growing cock, Kirby reached over and, with his hands on my shoulders, positioned me in between his leg so I was facing him directly….one hand jerking him off and the former massaging his dangling testicles. Once I was between his peg, he reached down and - with a heavy sigh - grabbed both of my bobbing tits.

"I've been dreaming of doing this ever since I met you in the front yard ”, he said."I can't seem to take my oculus off these beauties."As he spoke he squeezed and groped my overweight hangers, then grabbed my nipples between thumb and finger and pulled gently. I closed my eyes and moaned a little as an electrical tingle ripped through my consistence from nipple to clit. Still pumping his now fully erect 11"dig, I said,"I've noticed."

Kirby smiled, and - releasing one of my boobs - he reached behind my header and pulled my face toward his glut prick. At this power point I didn't even consider terry's chemical reaction, as I was now fully engrossed with this huge tool staring me in the look. I opened my mouth and sucked the tip of his cock in. I began bobbing my point up and down on his son of a bitch, all the time pumping the shaft with one helping hand and fondling his orchis with the other. Kirby closed his eyes and moaned, still massaging my tits and tweaking my nipples.

I had completely lost rail of terry, but suddenly felt hands pulling my branch apart under the urine. Terry had positioned himself behind me and between my peg. He used one of his hired man to tune up his beautiful 8"rooster with the opening to my vagina, spreading my ass face with the other for bettor access. With a big push, he shoved his prick deep into my cunt and started pumping it into and out of me with abandon.

The sensations of sucking Kirby's monolithic cock while he played with my titty, and having Dame Ellen Terry slamming his big dick into and out of my pussy from behind were overwhelming. I smiled around Kirby's tool sliding into and out of my mouth, then let out a guttural moan as a massive climax racked my entire consistence. Kirby kept pushing my heading up and down on his stiff rod, and Terry kept pounding me from posterior, as my flood tide washed over me, buckling my knees.

As I was enjoying the throes of my orgasm, Kirby suddenly grunted and shot a monumental lode of cum oceanic abyss into my throat. He continued pumping his dick in and out of my mouth as he kept sending roach after circle of come down my esophagus. As I was struggling to immerse all of Kirby's load, I felt Terry's hands feverishly grab my hips as he rammed his cock hard into my pussy with a moan, unleashing his own huge load of jizzm deep into my twat. While Terry finished pumping his seed into my vagina, I continued stroking Kirby's softening shaft, pulling out every last drop of cum and licking it off the tip of this cock.

Terry pulled his softening dick out of my twat and sat back on the bench in the hot tub to catch his intimation. Meanwhile, I had finished cleaning Kirby's cock, then stayed between his ramification, gently stroking - and occasionally licking - his softening SOB. It was still huge, even as it slowly faded from completely sozzled to semi-erect. Kirby kept softly massaging my boob and gently pinching my erect nipples, which just added to my post-climax enjoyment.

After respective transactions of coming down from our respective orgasms, Kirby said,"fountainhead, that was unexpected. But holy asshole that was fun !"

Dame Ellen Terry and I both nodded in understanding. Then Terry said,"That cock of yours is cockeyed. I could recount Amelia really enjoyed it. I guess we'll have to get back together and do this again."

Kirby laughed, and lifting both of my knocker in his hands for stress, said,"I'm definitely in !"

I stayed between Kirby's legs, stroking and fondling his pecker and clump, for another 45 minutes, or so, as the three of us continued to jaw, laughter and drink in our wine. When it was clock time for Kirby to go home, he got dressed on the spa deck of cards. Dame Ellen Terry stayed in the hot tub, as I - still naked - walked Kirby through the house to the battlefront door. As I opened the door for him to leave, I reached down and squeezed his flaccid…..but still huge….cock through his knickers and said,"We will definitely be seeing you again, right ?"

He laughed and - grabbing a fistful of boob in each hand - said,"You better believe it."

After that day, Terry invited Kirby to dinner every 2 weeks, or so, for a repetition performance of our hot tub threesome. status periodically changed, but two things were always assured - I would be filled in multiple holes with 2 beautiful, big tool, and I'd have at to the lowest degree two pose orgasms before we were done.

In between terry cloth's invitations, I often invited Kirby over during the day while my husband was at work so I could pay some exclusive tending to that monumental prick of his. We usually ended up out on the spa deck or in the hot tub, but occasionally didn't make it off the couch in the support elbow room. It didn't matter….every clock time was a tremendous orgasmic experience. His behemoth peter managed to hit all the right spots inside my slit, and I seemed to come continuously until he finally went back to his theatre before Terry got home from work. I have to admit - that hot tub sure turned out to be a expectant investment funds .