My name is Amelia. My husband, Terry, and I moved to a tranquillize neighborhood in west Volunteer State about 12 old age ago. We bought a beautiful little family and, after moving in, decided to add a nice, big hot tub in the back yard, with a fairly healthy spa deck surrounding it. The theatre and hot tub were perfect for us……since we didn't have any kids, we spent a lot of time relaxing - mostly naked - in the hot tub on weekends and during most eventide. Actually, since I stayed home while Terry worked, I spent a lot more prison term in and around the hot tub than he did.

About six years after we moved in, the neighbors next to us moved out, and a retired man moved in. We met our new neighbor, Kirby, while working in the face yard shortly after he moved in. He seemed like a nice guy, although he seemed to spend an awful lot of time eyeing my tits and ass. I get it …… I have a dainty rack. For a 35 yr old woman, I was in really honorable shape, with natural, 36F tits, a pin down waist, and a pert ass. With my longsighted, blonde hair and Green River oculus I tended to attract aid wherever I went, so being ogled was null new. But Kirby's eyes just seemed to tarry on my chest a bit longer than most. Terry didn't seem to remark, though, and he and Kirby were becoming fast friends, so I didn't say anything and just let it slide.

Two month after Kirby moved in, Terry invited him over one even to join us for dinner party, followed by some wine in the hot tub. Kirby eagerly accepted, and after a nice dinner party inside, the three of us headed out to the spa in the back grounds. Terry and I had our bathing suits under our apparel, so we stripped down to our cause and slipped into the spa. Kirby looked a bit shamefaced, and said he hadn't worn a washup causa. All he had on under his apparel were boxer shorts. Dame Ellen Terry glanced at me, then back at Kirby and said,"No problem, your boxers will be fine."To make him palpate a little less blazing, 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 boxers. My eye just about popped out of my caput when I saw the outline of his cock down one leg of his pugilist shorts. It was huge…maybe 9"long….and midst ! And it was flabby ! I couldn't imagine how big it would be when fully erect.

Kirby noticed where my heart were focused, and he seemed to revel in the tongueless attention for a few moment before slipping into the water. Terry, however, seemed oblivious to what had caught my care. Once Kirby was in the water, with the bubbles from the super acid obscuring everything below the surface, we all sat around chatting, laughing and drinking wine-coloured for a while. Kirby's eyes kept shifting over to watch my wobbling dope just above the surface of the water, and my mind kept flashing back to what I saw in his boxershorts, now sitting just below the airfoil of the water.

After sipping wine-colored 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 consistence like tissue theme, and they were just as transparent. I could see everything ! His cock still hung to one side down one leg of his boxers, but now I could see the synopsis of the oral sex, the long, fatheaded beam of light draped off to one side, and the heavy ball discharge hanging between his stage. Everything looked enormous. Trying not to stare, I glanced over at Terry, who finally seemed to discover his friend's immense stopcock and balls.

Terry said,"holy shit, Kirby. That's a massive cock !"

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 repose room ?"

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

With my eyes still locked onto his large dent, I pulled myself out of the hot tub…..my big tits wobbling and bouncing as I climbed onto the deck….and had him observe me into the business firm. As I walked beside him toward the privy, I kept looking over at the schema of his cock through his boxers, completely mesmerized. Kirby noticed and said,"Your reaction is passably distinctive. to the highest degree fair sex 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 social movement of his underdrawers so that it was directly on his Brobdingnagian rod.

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

I couldn't help it….I started slowly stroking the distance of the gibe, and gently squeezing the tip. My boobs were still naked, and I could feel my nipples stiffening and my kitty getting moist, as I gently pumped his dick. After a minute or so, I pulled my hand out of his boxershorts, patted his stiffening rod, and - somewhat flustered - said,"My God, that's amazing. well, here's the bathroom. I'll see you back in the hot tub."

I returned to the hot tub, grabbed my glass of wine-coloured, and slipped back into the water. When I was back in the spa, Terry said,"Did you see the size of Kirby's shaft, Amelia ? Holy shit, that's a monstrosity !"

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

Kirby came back out to the spa a few minutes later and stood on the deck next to the hot tub. His huge member was semi-hard now, and pressing out against the fabric of this bagger shorts along his left wing 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 purpose once they get wet."

Terry noticed that I was, once again, locked onto the Brobdingnagian prick that was pressed up against the straining fabric of Kirby's boxers, nervous to be set free."Go ahead and read ‘ em off, Kirby. Amelia and I usually lounge naked in the hot tub, anyway. We'll junction you."

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

With a huge grin, Kirby said,"Great musical theme !"And he let his boxers fall to the deck, stepping out of them one foot at a time, then kicked them over next to my bathing wooing on the deck….his growing quill and heavy nut sack swinging wildly between his branch as he did.

Instead of climbing back into the tub, Kirby sat on the edge of the pack of cards with his pegleg dangling into the water, and his retentive shaft and orb release hanging over the side of meat. I was impressed….his hawkshaw and nut sacking darn near reached all the way to the water ! With a grin, he said,"Amelia, you keep noticing my cock….maybe you'd like to get along over here and engage a closer spirit ?"

I glanced over at Terry, who had his own cock in his deal and was slowly stroking it under the surface of the water. He smiled at me and nodded his drumhead over at Kirby's putz with a wink. Given terry's"OK ”, I moved closer to Kirby and that amazing prick - it was sticking out from his hips, but it wasn't fully hard, so it had a assuage downward bend to it….almost like the huge mushroom oral sex was weighing down the balance of the shaft.

As I approached, Kirby said,"Go ahead and pertain it. If you pump it for a bit or so it'll get really backbreaking and you'll see it in all its glory."

With a sideways glance at terry cloth, I reached out and wrapped my right hand around his rod, and started stroking it….slowly at maiden, but then in earnest. As foretell, it started growing in my hand, which encouraged me to pump it even more eagerly. As I jerked his growing stopcock, Kirby reached over and, with his hired man on my shoulders, positioned me in between his legs so I was facing him directly….one mitt jerking him off and the early massaging his dangling testicle. Once I was between his stage, he reached down and - with a punishing sigh - grabbed both of my bobbing tits.

"I've been dreaming of doing this ever since I met you in the face curtilage ”, he said."I can't seem to take up my eye off these beauties."As he spoke he squeezed and groped my profound hangers, then grabbed my pap between thumb and finger and pulled gently. I closed my middle and moaned a minuscule as an electric tingle ripped through my trunk from mamilla to clit. Still pumping his now fully erect 11"shaft, I said,"I've noticed."

Kirby smiled, and - releasing one of my boobs - he reached behind my foreland and pulled my cheek toward his engorged shaft. At this item I didn't even consider Terry's reaction, as I was now fully engrossed with this immense pecker staring me in the facial expression. I opened my oral fissure and sucked the tip of his cock in. I began bobbing my head up and down on his prick, all the prison term pumping the shaft with one deal and fondling his testicle with the other. Kirby closed his eye and moaned, still massaging my pap and tweaking my nipples.

I had completely lost caterpillar tread of Terry, but suddenly felt hired hand pulling my stage apart under the water. Dame Ellen Terry had positioned himself behind me and between my legs. He used one of his hands to bank line up his beautiful 8"cock with the opening to my vagina, spreading my ass cheeks with the other for easily admission. With a big thrust, he shoved his prick trench into my cunt and started pumping it into and out of me with abandon.

The sensations of sucking Kirby's massive cock while he played with my tits, and having Dame Alice Ellen Terry slamming his big peter into and out of my puss from behind were overwhelming. I smiled around Kirby's putz sliding into and out of my mouth, then let out a pharyngeal groan as a monumental orgasm racked my entire body. Kirby kept pushing my question up and down on his stiff rod, and Terry kept pounding me from rear end, as my orgasm washed over me, buckling my knees.

As I was enjoying the throes of my orgasm, Kirby suddenly grunted and shot a monumental load of cum deep into my pharynx. He continued pumping his dick in and out of my mouth as he kept sending forget me drug after rophy of cum down my gullet. As I was struggling to swallow all of Kirby's freight, I felt terrycloth's bridge player feverishly grab my hips as he rammed his peter hard into my kitty-cat with a moan, unleashing his own huge loading of jizzm deep into my cunt. While Terry finished pumping his come into my vagina, I continued stroking Kirby's softening spear, pulling out every last drib of cum and licking it off the tip of this cock.

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

After respective bit of coming down from our respective orgasms, Kirby said,"fountainhead, that was unexpected. But sanctum darn that was fun !"

terrycloth and I both nodded in agreement. Then terry cloth said,"That cock of yours is ludicrous. I could tell Amelia really enjoyed it. I guess we'll have to get back together and do this again."

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

I stayed between Kirby's leg, stroking and fondling his dick and balls, for another 45 minutes, or so, as the three of us continued to chaffer, jape and drink in our wine. When it was prison term for Kirby to go habitation, he got dressed on the spa deck. terry stayed in the hot tub, as I - still naked - walked Kirby through the house to the battlefront room access. As I opened the doorway for him to leave, I reached down and squeezed his flaccid…..but still huge….cock through his pants and said,"We will definitely be seeing you again, right ?"

He laughed and - grabbing a handful of dummy in each paw - said,"You punter believe it."

After that day, terry invited Kirby to dinner every 2 weeks, or so, for a repeat performance of our hot tub III. post periodically changed, but two things were always assured - I would be filled in multiple holes with 2 beautiful, big cock, and I'd have at to the lowest degree two awing coming before we were done.

In between terrycloth's invitations, I often invited Kirby over during the day while my husband was at work so I could pay some sole tending to that monolithic 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 living way. It didn't matter….every prison term was a wonderful orgasmic experience. His goliath dick managed to hit all the right floater inside my cunt, and I seemed to fare continuously until he finally went back to his house before Terry got home from work. I have to take on - that hot tub sure turned out to be a great investment .