“My God, Sarah, what’s he wearing? Are they a pair of your bikini bottoms?”

‘He’ was Antoine, Sarah’s new beau and, as was clearly apparent, he was a bodybuilder. A great hulk of man, not only massively muscular but also ripped; every detail of his superb physique clearly defined as if carved from a block of mahogany.   

She stifled a giggle and play-punched my shoulder. “No, silly, they’re his competition trunks. They have to be minimal so the judges can see every inch of his muscles.”

“Yeah, but seriously, that’s not everything we can see every inch of. I don’t know where to look!”

“You know exactly where to look, you dirty bitch.”

She was right, of course; I could hardly take my eyes off his generous bulge bouncing from side to side as he walked over to greet us. Sarah had been regaling me with stories of their wild swinging sex life and Antoine’s sexual prowess; I had to come and see for myself.  

“Hello, ladies, enjoying the sun?” His deep bass rumble was a match for his size. 

He was the UK Heavyweight Champion. Sponsorships and endorsements with nutritional companies had made him a fortune. They lived in a large, detached house in a prestigious part of London, by the large pool of which, Sarah and I had been working on our tans in just thong bikini bottoms. 

“Babe, this is Ruby, my bestie from uni who I told you about.”

Instead of a handshake, Antoine enveloped me in his powerful arms. As my bare breasts rubbed against his chest, I couldn’t stop myself smoothing my hands out over his shoulders, feeling his hardness and size.

His fingers drifted down to touch the back of my thong as his bulge touched its front, the two layers of material between us so thin that I felt the heat of his penis against my mound.  

“She was just admiring your trunks.”

He broke the embrace and stepped back with his hands on his hips. 

“You like these?”

“Right, yes, very impressive.” My cheeks were flushed, my nipples were hard, and my pussy was wet. It’s quite a contrast, if you don’t mind me saying so, between the size of your body and those minuscule briefs. Sarah said they have to be tiny so they don’t hide your muscles.”

“That’s right, it’s called a posing pouch. This one is new, made of a special material that can stretch at the front to accommodate, er, those of us who, er…”

“Have a big dick,” I finished his sentence.

“Ha! Well, yes. Beautifully put, Ruby, thank you.”

Antoine reclined onto a sunbed and was taking the top off some sunscreen.

“Here, let me help you with that.” He gave me a look as I took hold of the lotion, but then lay back on the lounger with his legs spread out wide. 

“I’m going for a dip.” Sarah had been watching us closely and decided to leave us alone. 

I squirted two dollops of cream onto his thighs, the four parts of his quadriceps clearly defined. But as I smoothed the cream over his legs, it was that bulge I was looking at, the thin nylon material tented and stretched to the point of translucence by what it contained.

“Are you judged on this as well?”

“On what, babe?”

“On this.” I shamelessly ran my hand over the front of his trunks, feeling their heat and the shape of his glans. “If so, it’s no wonder you’re Mr UK.”

"Huhhuhuh," a rumbling chuckle, “so Sarah was right about you.”

I gave him my flirtiest smile and moved up to cover his abs and chest, his pecs thick slabs of ebony meat. Then I leaned right across him to reach his left arm, my bullet-hard nipples brushing his skin.

“Antoine!” My tone was intended as protest but came out as delighted surprise as his right hand roamed over my bottom.

“I see you two have broken the ice.” Sarah had come out of the pool and was watching intently from the opposite sunbed. Her legs were spread wide, and her fingers were twisting her nipples.  

“Antoine was just telling me about these skimpy briefs and how they miraculously stretch to accommodate his ample endowment.”

She widened her eyes and nodded encouragement as I ran both my hands over his mountainous package.

“Sarah, I’m going to speak plainly; your friend is a cheeky little prick tease, and if she’s not very careful, she’s gonna get fucked.”

“Me? I think you are the tease, squeezing this massive prick into these tiny little see-through posing panties. No wonder my…”

“Aaarrrggggghhh,” it happened so suddenly I cried out in shock.

“Oh!” Sarah was simply astonished.

Uuhhhh,” Antoine’s grunt was one of relief. 

The strength of his erection had proved too much for the garment. The stitching where the pouch met the waistband had all given way, and his penis burst outward and up. 

I jumped to my feet, alarmed and astonished by its power and size. Antoine got up from the sunbed, his huge tool swinging and bouncing with a life of its own. 

“He did warn you, Rubes. You did tease him so,” Sarah had come close behind me and undid the ties at the side of my g-string bikini, which then fell to the floor. 

With a rabid look of lust, he came forward, scooped me up into his powerful arms as if I weighed nothing, and we all three set off for the house.

When we reached the bedroom, he spun me round so that my arms draped over his bulging neck and my legs encircled his waist.  

“Oooooohhhh,” a deep moan of surprise as his crown breached my entrance, then "Oooowwww." a high, searing scream as his shaft stretched my walls.

And it was like that that he jumped forward, with half of his penis buried inside me, and my limbs still wrapped around him, so that as we landed on the bed on my back, his gigantic bulk crushed me into the mattress, and his elephantine penis sank all the way into my cunt, setting off an immediate orgasmic explosion.

Antoine’s fucking was ferocious and wild, his huge buttocks withdrawing until his tip touched my wet lips before driving back in with a force that made us both bounce on the springs of the bed.

What would have been my screams and wails of ecstasy as my body was wracked by a series of full-body orgasms was stifled into nothing more than desperate grunts and gurgles as my mouth was totally filled with his tongue, itself as oversized as his penis and equally insistent as it probed down my throat. 

The sheer mass of him on top of me was unspeakably thrilling. As my fingers clawed at the rippling muscles of his back, my legs went straight out to the sides, quivering with another climax just as Antoine let out a conquering roar that made a lion sound like a mouse, his final frantic, pounding thrusts instinctively timed the release of his seed to be at the very apex of each stroke, his smooth, shaven groin crashing into my mound as an ocean of hot cream blasted into my depths.

The next four hours passed in a haze; an orgy of fucking and sucking, cum and climaxes as he used me and Sarah in every position. Each time he unloaded, we did a girl-on-girl show for him, which soon brought him back to full hardness. All six of our holes were left ruined and flooded until, finally, he collapsed and went straight off to sleep, sated and empty.

"Sarah, that was such mind-blowing sex. I need more of that.”

“I knew you’d say that, babe. Let me set something up.”

******

Two weeks later, Sarah and I were backstage at the Mr. England final. With their backs to us, Antoine was talking to a fellow competitor who had placed second behind him.  

This guy’s skin tone was a shade lighter than Antoine’s and a perfect match for his pastel pink posing suit, the back of which had a special seam that pulled most of the material into his bum crack, displaying the two golden orbs of his buttocks.

They turned and came over to where we were standing. “Ladies, meet Errol.”

His briefs were even smaller than one of my g-strings,  but the pouch was enormous; stretched and distended by what it confined. A cock so enormous that it had to be curled into a spiral to squeeze it all in, like a thick, coiled python.

“And this is the lovely Ruby, the one I was telling you all about.”

“Ah yes, Ruby, Antoine told me that, amongst other things, you’re a fan of our sport.”

“I certainly am, Errol, and no disrespect to Antoine, but if I'd been the judge today, you would have won.”

“Oh really, that’s kind of you. What makes you say that?”

I stepped forward, and with my left hand caressed his bulging bicep, while the right stroked that wonderful python through the gossamer-thin fabric.

"Well, let’s just say that I attach extra importance to one particular aspect of the male physique.”

Antoine moved behind Sarah and put one hand onto each of our bums.

“I suggest we all get back to our place. Errol and I can put on a private competition, and you two can judge who’s the winner much, much later tonight.”