The Fantasy Club

They both lay still and waited, Dave revelling in the feel of her vaginal muscles rippling along him and she, the frequent twitching from his greatly extended penis.

When the 'accommodating' period was over she moved to let several of his thick inches escape and then rammed herself back down to slap her wet lips against his groin.

He clenched his buttocks and thrust up against her, feeling the luxury of oiled silk as it slipped along his cock. Juices ran from her in abundance, coating his entire groin area in a slick film.

By lifting her bottom up and down, Rosemary could rub her clitoris along the knobbly upper surface of Dave's dick and before long was experiencing another tumultuous climax which she announced with a loud cry and then slumped forward onto his chest.

Dave waited a few moments, but, before her orgasm had subsided, he whispered in her ear, "OK pretty lady, now I want you doggy style," and before she realised it, he had lifted her light body and placed her in the required position. Kneeling behind her, he pointed his huge tool at the gaping wet slit between her legs and then drove forward, impaling her to the hilt.

She grunted as the air was knocked out of her, but managed to push back against him.

No gentle easy lovemaking this time, Dave drove home his rigid ramrod time and time again. Rosemary responded with a constant flow of lubricant that oozed and slurped out of her as the fleshy piston thrust in and out of her tight little hole.

"Ohhh! God!" she yelled as the tip of his giant shaft rammed against her cervix.

She felt unbelievably full. Her little cunt strained and twitched on every thrust as each of the nine thousand nerves that ended in her vagina sent messages to her heated brain.

One orgasm after another built and clashed about her - like waves on a beach until she just felt limp - a rag doll servicing this huge penis. She could not remember being fucked so hard for so long.

Finally, Dave could feel his sap rising as could Rosemary, whose still sensitive cunt felt Dave's, already thick cock, expand even more inside her before it spit its liquid spoil deep into her womb.

Rosemary's pussy felt each delivery throb of Dave's dick as it emptied his, in this case wasted, contribution to the next generation, deep inside Rosemary igniting for one last time the fuse that would trigger off another powerful orgasm.

When Dave's penis finally shrank and slipped noisily from between Rosemary's red and throbbing lips she slumped forward onto the bed numb drained and very well satisfied.

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I read the emailed fantasy from my wife, Diane and wondered if, I really knew the woman I had married so many years ago. Surely it had been written by someone else?

It began....

"It feels really weird writing these words down knowing that my husband will read it and probably be shocked that I have entertained such thoughts..."

It went on to detail the product of a very fertile imagination and by the time I reached its end, I had a powerful erection and had begun to view my wife in an entirely different light.

I emailed back, "Are you sure?" and received a positive response.

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She had not realised how late it was until she stepped outside the library and into the darkness. The familiar building, where she had worked for thirteen years, taking over as its manager about a year ago, seemed to loom over her as she closed the main door and locked it.

She juggled the bunch of keys in the safety light above the door until she found her car key and then turned and descended the stone steps to the street level. The night air was warm: it had been a week of warm, dark nights and tonight seemed darker and warmer than the rest as she walked along the path to her parked car.

About ten feet away from her car she pressed the button on her key fob and heard the familiar click of the central locking, but, before she reached the driver's door, a dark figure stepped out of the shadows and stood before her. She stopped - her heart racing and asked, "Who are you?"

The dark stranger replied," I am your pleasure master. Get in the car."

She opened the driver's door and entered. The dark stranger slid into the passenger seat beside her and said, "Drive, I'll direct you."

She followed his directions for about ten minutes until she was told to stop. They were outside an 'adult shop' recognisable by its typically 'toned down' exterior. In fact she was not sure that it was actually open until a pale, scruffy creature in a nylon anorak crept out of the door and scurried away.

Her companion announced, "After you," indicating the door.

They left the car simultaneously. She locked it whilst he was walking around from his side and then he took a firm hold of her arm and guided her towards the entrance. She was trembling as she approached the entrance, never having been inside such a place before, but she was excited and her excitement was evident by the tingling and moistness between her legs.

When inside, her companion nodded to the spotty youth behind the counter. He was obviously expecting them and returned the nod by way of his consent. They walked purposefully to the back of the store passing shelves of videos, CDs and an assortment of sex toys before entering a dark corridor.

At its end, they stopped before a door that opened onto a six-foot square, dimly lit room into which she felt herself being purposefully guided. As soon as she was inside, the door behind her closed and she found herself in something resembling a sound proof booth.

There were four padded walls and at one end there was a sort of bench seat, padded like the rest but sticking out from the wall by about twelve inches at sitting height.

As Diane surveyed the scene, soft erotic music began to play and she knew that she had seen it all before - in her minds' eye - in almost perfect detail. She sat on the bench and waited. As she sat, she became aware a void beneath her, covered with a thin cloth.

She sat and waited for something to happen and then the cloth beneath her parted and hidden fingers began to stroke her through her short skirt. At first she was taken by surprise, but, sensing pleasure in the offering, wriggled to position herself to take best advantage of the fingers as they continued to stroke her bottom.

The fingers were patience, but, as she became aroused, she took hold of the hem of her skirt and wriggled so that it slid up her thighs, leaving only the thin fabric of her cotton panties between the insistent fingers and her most intimate body parts.

The fingers traced a path up and down her moist crevice and she parted her legs so they could delve deeper. They slipped effortlessly under the edge of her lace panties and ploughed a deep furrow between her wet lips.

At last they stopped moving along her crease and pushed deep inside her. She gyrated on their extended length and then felt her body shiver as a finger and thumb played with her excited clitoris.

Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the probing she was experiencing. Her pleasure increased steadily until she was overcome with a pleasant but not cataclysmic orgasm. The moment passed and she opened her eyes to find three erect penises projecting through apertures on each of the other walls of the booth - each one framed by a silken curtain.

The one opposite was the biggest. It was also thick and oozed just a little precum that made the end glisten in the subdued light. The one on her right was handsome - of modest size, but beautifully curved and blessed with a soft reddish bulb, whilst the one on her left was clearly an uncircumcised wayward cock - a veritable gypsy amongst cocks - accustomed to having its own way. It stood hard, tall and proud and needed to be taught a lesson.

Diane slipped off the seat and knelt before the gypsy cock and examined it. The cock, complete with its set of matching testicles were being pressed, enthusiastically, against a glory hole some six inches in diameter so that Diane was easily able to see its root and surrounding forest of dark curly hair.

She extended a manicured finger and traced her sharpened nail along its length. The cock jumped and she did it again.

After the second time she stuck out her pointed tongue and did the same with that - in fact she spent several minutes laving the throbbing flesh with her tongue.

Finally, when the cock's owner was convinced his proud member was about to be engulfed in a wet mouth, Diane stripped off her silk top and lacy bra and engulfed the torrid cock in two warm mounds of flesh, which she then pressed around its girth.

Holding the pulsing length tightly between her breasts, she slowly tit-fucked him, licking his knob end on each of her downward strokes. She pushed her nipples against the hot flesh causing them to erect and jut out. Eventually the cock swelled and started to throb and then spat its first load of white semen onto Diane's forehead. Subsequent ejaculations landed on her neck and shoulders before the force in the stream was spent and the last few droplets dribbled weakly down the shaft and onto her inflated breasts. When emptied the penis began to shrink until, finally, it hung shrivelled and limp before her.

She smiled secretly to herself, feeling like a bomb disposal officer who had just de-fused a particularly difficult weapon. She then turned to the cock behind her.

It, like the one she had just rendered harmless, stood full square to the mast. A circumcised head, glowed like a flower in the booth's half light and sported a bead of clear nectar at its eye. The blue veins in its gnarled shaft pulsed in time with its owner's heartbeat and the two large testicles hung heavily in their wrinkled slings.

She grasped its root firmly in her little hand and squeezed, hearing a faint moan from behind the wall. The red bulb on the end of his cock turned a blue purple colour and the veins bulged with the increased pressure. She lowered her head and held the shaft against her cheek, feeling its heat and smelling its readiness before rubbing it all around her face and neck in a ritual of adoration.

I knew Diane loved cocks and she had always been tremendously eager to please me but, whilst I may have thought her keen attention was solely for my benefit, she also derived enormous pleasure from handling, sucking and licking my penis.

As she worshipped this beautiful, wall mounted penis she felt her already hard nipples tingle and renewed wetness form between her legs. In minutes her skin was shining with the clear syrup that she had wiped onto her face from its oozing slit, but she needed to taste it - to feel the rough - yet soft, flesh of its helmet against her tongue.

She pulled the shaft down to the horizontal and engulfed the stiff organ with her hot wet mouth. Another moan escaped from behind the wall as she began to suck vigorously on several inches of the hard cock.

More and more of its thick length sank into her busy mouth, the soft head slipping easily down into her throat, passing her well practice epiglottis without any sign of a gag reflex until the trimmed bristles of his pubic hair scratched her face. She pulled on his taught scrotum with one hand and bobbed her pretty head up and down on the throbbing shaft until she felt it flex with the tell-tale signs of its imminent release.

Wanting to savour his outpourings, she withdrew most of the shaft in one smooth motion from her throat leaving only the cock tip between her lips. She then grabbed its wet base tightly in her hand and took only a few milking strokes and several powerful sucks to bring him off. He must have been storing semen for ages because the rich cream squirted and pumped into her mouth until it overflowed and dribbled down her chin in white pearls.

The loud groaning from behind the screen and the urgent thrusting leading up to his ejaculation, told her that her efforts were being thoroughly appreciated and, as on previous, similar, occasions, it wasn't as if she derived no pleasure herself from this act. Her panties dripped with excited and at that moment, she only needed to be touched to cum herself.

As the second cock wilted the third enormous organ invited her to play. She discarded what she still wore of her dishevelled clothes and crossed the short distance to where the glorious monster protruded from the wall. There, she turned around and, opening her legs, sat on the long shaft, holding it firmly between her soaking thighs with its blue, straining head sticking out from her shaven slit like it belonged to her. It did now!

She was balancing on her toes and rocking to and fro along the thick pole, slurping her moisture soaked vulva along its upper surface when she was taken completely by surprise. Two arms enveloped her that had obviously, being thrust through two more curtain clad holes in the wall and two large hands grasped her breasts.

They covered each firm breast completely and fondled them lovingly for some minutes before their owner began to roll and squeeze her jutting stiff nipples between his finger and thumb. Diane groaned and leaned forward onto the hands and, at the same time, squeezed her thighs tighter together around the hard, mammoth tube that held them apart.

The fingers of one invading hand then slid down her body and over her flat abdomen to trawl along her shaven front slit and across her enflamed clitoris, pressing it against the fleshy anvil beneath.

Diane purred and tried to move forward so that the cock could penetrate her, but she was held firmly by the strong hands. At last, their owner decided the time was right whereupon he grabbed hold of her waist, pushed her forward and literally impaled her on his shaft in one deliberate action.

Despite being more than ready to accept the invasion of such a large object into her body, Diane was driven towards a tremendous orgasm that vibrated through her whole being. She quivered and grew weak - almost blacking out and would have fallen to the floor of the little booth had it not been for the support of those two large hands, which held her in a slumped forward position and the unconventional 'coat hangar' driven deep into her womb.

Eventually she recovered but still felt that nerve jangling sensation of being overfilled. Her inner thighs were awash with her slippery secretions and her lower lips were larger and more sensitive that she could ever remember.

Her invader sensed her recovery and began to move with short smooth jerks that stroked her G spot. Diane responded, extracting every last microvolt of nervous sensation from their relative movement. Her bent-forward pose left her breasts hanging loosely below her and they began to sway and joggle as she fucked the hot pole buried deep inside her melting cauldron.

Another orgasm quickly followed the first although it was less intense. Her crotch and upper thighs were awash with her love honey and her stud passed his hand down the front of her thighs and coated his fingers with it. Then he transferred the lubricant down between her sweat-covered buttocks to her puckered rear entrance, teasing it with a single finger before inserting it to the second knuckle.

Diane groaned. She and I had had anal sex but, until I read her fantasy, never imagined how much she had enjoyed it.

The first finger, now burrowed deep inside her colon, was soon joined by a second thick digit. She pondered for a split second the hypothesis about men with short fat fingers have short fat cocks - in the same way that women with wide generous mouths and thick lips have cunts to match. The thought disappeared as quickly as it had come and her concentration was held as the cock in her vagina slipped out and was pressed against her, now opened, brown anal ring. She wriggled back onto it and it entered her willing body. Then it delved deeper, helped by the strong arms that pulled her back against the wall of the booth.

If she had felt filled when this human anaconda plundered her vagina she now felt doubly filled as it drove relentlessly forward into her bowel. The splitting, stinging pain that she always experienced when being anally fucked passed quickly after the organ's thickest part slipped through her tight ring of muscle. Finally the tickle of male pubic hair against her rear globes told her that his cock was fully inside her - it was tickling her tummy - from the inside!

Her impaler had stopped moving - letting her distended anal muscles adjust to the girth of the shaft that filled her, but she soon indicated what she wanted by thrusting back against him. He responded by driving in and out of her tiny hole with his boring tool and whilst doing so, rubbed the long fingers of his right hand down her bald front slit, moistening them in her leaking vagina and then playing with her stubby little clitoris.

His other hand held her shoulder and steadied her as she thrust to and fro violently on his reddening rod. Her breasts dance a jig on her chest and long groaning sounds came from her open mouth.

She was being transported to a higher plane, every nerve end in her nipples, her vagina, her clitoris and her arse were jangling and sending intense pleasure messages to her tortured brain until her vision blurred, her legs went limp and she collapsed.

Hands quickly grabbed her and held her from falling and the large cock in her arse stopped her sliding down the wall as it still pounded her stretched rear hole creeping closer and closer to its own release. Diane was too week to help and allowed the strong hands to push and pull at her hips, using her body like a blow-up doll until he erupted deep inside her.

A gasp from behind her and a blast of hot semen coating her passage told her he was finished and then the penis in her began to deflate. He pushed her away and his partly flaccid cock popped out of her, still enlarged anus.

She staggered across to the little bench seat and sat, head back against the padded wall and closed her eyes whilst she regained her strength.

When she opened them, the cocks were gone and small curtains covered the glory holes, closed. She heard again the soft music coming from somewhere above her and started to collect her clothes.

She remembered little of getting dressed and being chauffeured home, but did remember a wonderfully satisfied feeling as she lay in the warm, sweet smelling bath that greeted her on her arrival at home.

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It was five weeks to the day since the fantasy club had met in our garden and they were all assembled there again. It was clear that even the close friendship that the group had started out with had turned into some more intimate - not that there was any sexual overtness - more, a candidness and total dearth of inhibitions. This was hardly surprising considering their recent antics.

Nonetheless, as far as I know, no one had spoken of his or her fantasies and discretion was the rule.

When the party had reached an appropriate point, I opened the discussion, "Well, we have completed part one - the ladies fantasies. Any comments?"

"Same again!" came a chorus of loud voices.

I smiled, happy to have been of service, "OK , ladies, brace yourselves for part two!"