Carla and Chris were delighted that their newish friends Zoe and Vince had invited them to stay at their beach cottage for a long weekend. All four were in their late thirties. They had met at a dinner party held by mutual friends, and had hit it off immediately.

Carla was Head Nurse on the Cardiothoracic unit at a major hospital. Chris was a Zoologist. Zoe was a Paramedic, while Vince was a Biomedical Engineer. They all loved travel, reading and wine, so when they got together, the conversation really flowed, as did the vino.

Carla’s juices also flowed whenever she was around Vince. She was beguiled by his intellect, his witty conversation, and not least by his rugged, swarthy good looks. Vince was of Milanese parentage. Carla had shagged several Italians over the years, and had never been disappointed.

On the first afternoon at the beach, the tide was out, and the sun-bathing groups were quite scattered. It seemed that only a couple of younger women were topless. Zoe lost no time in following suit, shedding her polka dot bikini top to reveal a rather scrawny, dangly pair. However, her areolae were arousingly large and dark, and her nipples were provocatively protruberant.

Looking assertively at Chris, Zoe briefly slid her thumb and forefinger back and forth along her prominent right nipple, rendering it beautifully rigid. She smirked at the way Chris’s pupils dilated, dropped her gaze to the bulge in his trunks, licked her lips, and turned away.

The neckline of Carla’s scarlet bikini top bared much of her beautiful cleavage. Vince couldn’t keep his gaze away from it. Things became more difficult for Vince when Carla slowly untied her top and dropped it to the sand, revealing her beautiful DD British lily-white tits. They were bell-shaped, and hung down at a sensational arousing angle as Carla bent forward to reach for her tube of sunscreen.

She stood directly in front of Vince, made firm eye contact, and slowly applied cream to her wonderful slightly pendulous breasts. Carla gradually worked the cream into the pale skin of each beautiful orb, spending plenty of time on her sensitive nipples.

A substantial damp spot was appearing on Vince’s trunks, over his massive bulge. Carla grinned, and lay on her towel on the sand, facing Vince as she started to read her novel. Vince found it best under the circumstances to roll onto his belly. He tried to only look across occasionally. Each time he glanced at Carla’s stunning tits he was conscious of more pre-cum dampening his trunks.

Later that afternoon after everyone had read, sun-bathed and drowsed for a while, the lads went for a swim. Carla noted with pleasure that tall, dark-haired Vince possessed quite a muscular, athletic body.

Carla’s level of interest in Vince’s bodily attributes was greatly increased when she eye-balled his wet bathing trunks as he emerged from the sea. The material of his damp swimmers clung in a way that outlined his cock very explicitly, revealing a particularly thick, long tubular shape. Carla felt a substantial gush between her thighs.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” grinned Zoe, proudly, as she noted how Carla was ogling Vince’s wares.

“Mmm,” was the only reply Carla could muster. She was mentally reflecting that if Vince’s member was huge in its present flaccid state, it would be just beautifully massive when erect.

That evening, two older couples, neighbours, joined Carla, Zoe and their husbands for dinner at the cottage.

The neighbours were charming, well-travelled, witty conversationalists, and the wine-fuelled evening was extremely enjoyable, though Carla was frequently distracted. Her thoughts kept coming back to how she imagined Vince’s cock would look, when flaccid, and when rigid.

After the neighbours departed, Vince and Chris shared a nightcap on the patio. Vince persisted with wine. He just had a small glass. Chris was becoming a heavy drinker, and had a couple of single malts.

Meanwhile, inside, Zoe and Carla tidied up the dinner dishes. “It was great being topless for our guys at the beach today,” murmured Zoe. “If it were just the four of us, we could have been topless at dinner. What a turn-on that would have been. However, our older neighbours, lovely and interesting though they are, are mainly quite conservative.”

“Except maybe for that tall guy, Trevor?” queried Carla. “He seemed to be staring at my cleavage all evening. He struck me as being your archetypal silver fox.”

“Mmm, you’ve picked him in one, darling, replied Zoe. “He’s actually hung like a fucking donkey - much the same length as Vince, but not as thick. But just about nobody is,” Zoe added, smugly.

“I know my way round Trevor’s cock rather well, because several times each summer, while his wife is shopping in the next village, I go over and give him a topless handjob. We both love the way he spurts uncontrollably over my tits. I haven’t fucked him yet. The first time will be next time his gorgeous younger brother comes down for a few days. I’ll surprise them with a DP.”

Zoe’s chat was arousing, but Carla felt that there was an element of attempted one-upmanship on Zoe’s part, speaking so luridly while blandly putting the crockery away.

As she and Zoe sat down at the kitchen table for a final glass of Pinot Grigio, Carla ensured that she was not out to be out done. She embarked on an anecdote of her own.

“Zoe, being topless on the beach today, and enjoying making your husband hard was incredibly arousing. But my horniest beach experience was when I was single, in my mid-twenties, when I went to a nude beach with a female friend.

“Of course it was great seeing a whole range of cocks, in various states of arousal. But to my delight, after a while, a familiar figure wandered along the sand. I experienced both excitement and embarrassment when I realised that the guy approaching, mega-cock flopping from side-to-side, was Dylan, one of the physiotherapists from work.

“We had enjoyed many a great chat at work. Sometimes the chat had bordered on being flirty. But of course it was both awkward and horny suddenly sharing close-up vision of my tits and crotch, and his cock in a public space.

“We stumbled our way through some polite conversation. But Dylan’s gaze kept drifting to my tits; and mine to his beautiful circumcised cock. Dylan somehow managed to avoid the embarrassment of an erection on the quite busy beach, but there is no doubt that his dick became just perceptibly firmer as we chatted.

“I could feel myself becoming quite wet. I wasn’t sure if Dylan noticed, but my girlfriend, sitting close by, later assured me, with a lascivious grin, that she certainly did.

“It turned out that we were staying at the same hotel, so Dylan invited me to dinner in the hotel restaurant that night, and then wandered back to his buddies, further along the beach.

“I wore a slutty, very low navy blue dress to dinner. I ordered soup for entree, so that it was necessary to lean forward frequently, giving Dylan the optimum view. He was clearly highly aroused when I said ‘Dylan, I find it incredibly horny to have you look at my cleavage like that, you having already seen my tits fully bare. Are you looking forward to fondling them later on?’

“Then later, when we danced after main course, during a slow number I turned him on some more by wriggling my pelvis hard against his rigid member, and whispering ‘I love having seen your cock already. It makes the prospect of fucking it in a little while so much more arousing.’

“We skipped coffee. When we got back to my room, Dylan was uncontrollably horny. He ripped my dress as he got my top down to ravage my nipples with his hands and his mouth. I unbuckled him, and hungrily sucked his cock, having had a mental image of it in the forefront of my mind for a few hours, since unexpectedly seeing it on the beach.

“Then Dylan tore my lower garments away, and without any genital foreplay rammed my sodden cunt with his giant, rigid cock. We both had noisy, ecstatic climaxes within a couple of minutes. Fantastic.

“It was a big night. After that frenetic initial fuck, we shagged twice more. In calmer mode, Dylan had lovely technique. He worked my nipples over beautifully while fucking me from behind; and then I sat on his gorgeous cock, finishing with a lovely orgasm in cowgirl fashion.

“The bottom line, Zoe, is that I really love seeing a beautiful cock some hours before I actually get to fuck it,” concluded Carla.

Shortly after, the guys finished their nightcaps and hit the sack. Before long, the girls would follow suit, and wander to their marital bedrooms.

Before doing so, Zoe thanked Carla for her feisty anecdote. “I can’t wait to get my husband’s monster dick into my mouth and cunt after our horny chat,” murmured the potty-mouthed paramedic.

“Yeah, likewise I’m really looking forward to giving Chris’s cock a workout,” replied Carla, though she was actually apprehensive that he might, not for the first time recently, have “Brewer’s Droop” after a heavy night of drinking.

After undressing, Carla needed to go to the bathroom. Still wearing her panties, she slipped into a flimsy bed-jacket, and leaving the garment open, wandered along the corridor. On the way back, she noticed that the door to Zoe and Vince’s bedroom was significantly ajar. She could hear them chatting and laughing.

Carla paused, and quietly looked into their room. She was stunned and delighted to see Vince standing naked at the dresser, pouring a drink for him and Zoe. His back was heavily tanned. His white, muscular buttocks were beautifully taut. Carla’s immediate thought was that they would thrust just so effectively when fucking.

Carla lingered, hoping for a fleeting side-on glimpse of Vince’s dangling, flaccid cock.

She got more than she bargained for.

Vince picked up the drinks, and turned towards the door. He eye-balled Carla’s wonderful mature tits and erect nipples, beautifully showcased by her open jacket, and fleetingly licked his lips.

His magnificent cock, erotically back-grounded by a thick crop of jet-black pubic hair, was far from flaccid. It was fully distended, and pointing skyward, ready to fuck the waiting Zoe.

Carla had been a slut since late high school. Nothing much had changed since she married Chris. So her cock experience was extensive. But this vision was something else. As his wife had reported, Vince was longer than most, and as thick as anyone.

Carla’s jaw dropped. Vince smirked, made eye contact for a tantalising moment, and then turned to sashay across the bedroom to his waiting wife. Carla copped a side-on view as arousing as was the frontal one. So thick. So rigid. He disappeared from her vision.

Carla heard Vince put the drinks down. Then, at a vocal volume intended to at least titillate, and maybe taunt Carla, he said to Zoe, “Nearly ready for some cock, darling?”

By this time, Carla’s juices were trickling down her thighs. She hastened to her bedroom, discarded her jacket and panties, and jumped into bed with Chris.

Totally aroused from her corridor viewing, she took Chris’s substantial cock into her mouth and was delighted that despite him having drunk much more than anyone else that night, he immediately rose to attention.

Chris’s hand wandered to Carla’s groin. “Fuck. You are incredibly wet,” he grunted. He pushed Carla onto her back, forcefully rammed his rigid dick into Carla’s sodden pussy, and started thrusting.

Carla thought about telling her husband the reason for her monumental wetness but thought better of it. Instead, she chose to stir him up with some horny chat about their afternoon at the beach.

“I loved the way Zoe provoked you at the beach with some brief, public nipple-pulling. You have always had a quirky penchant for scrawny, dangly tits.”

Chris intensified the depth and force of his thrusts.

“I would really love to watch you slide your cock to and fro between her tits, and then watch you spurt your load all over them,” Carla continued.

“Oh don’t!” groaned Chris.

His thrusts became frantic, and suddenly he climaxed: a noisy, jerky series of spasms and spurts. Then Chris rolled to the other side of the bed, turned his back to Carla, and crashed into a deep slumber.

Although highly aroused, Carla was not close to orgasm. Irate at being left up in the air, she tried to wake Chris, so that he could at least give her some harsh fingering. She poked him, pinched him, and even kicked him, but it was to no avail. Her husband would be comatose until morning, exhausted from the long drive to the beach, the swimming, and the lengthy dinner party, and sedated by copious amounts of alcohol.

To rub salt in the wounds, horny noises were emanating from the adjacent bedroom. Zoe and Vince’s bed was making rhythmical rocking noises, no doubt in time with the deep thrusts Zoe was receiving from her husband’s gigantic piston. Zoe’s occasional squeals and Vince’s grunts were the final straw.

It was time for Carla to take matters into her own hands. She started with some clit rubbing and squeezing. She liked to flit from fantasy to memory when wanking her clit.

So initially she alternated recent mental images of Vince’s cock with memories of her most recent fling. A few weeks ago, Carla went cougaring at the pub with a couple of horny friends.

She picked up a gorgeous young Swedish stallion and went back to his room. His clit technique was great. So was his cock when she sat on it. He fucked her three times that night. Chris had to settle for a handjob when Carla came home. Her battered pussy was too sore for another fuck.

Carla switched back to thoughts of Vince’s cock as she moved her fingers from her clit to her slit. She gushed as she imagined what it would be like to feel him ease his huge pole inside her.

Carla pushed two fingers into her copious wetness, and slid them to and fro, switching her thoughts to her first spit-roast experience. It was when Carla was a trainee nurse. At a wild party, two medical students Zac and Seth had shepherded her to a bedroom. It was so horny, getting naked with two guys at once for the first time.

They got her to kneel on the bed. Seth entered her from behind, and rammed her relentlessly, while Zac kneeled in front of her so that she could suck his magnificent rigid cock. With exquisite timing, he pulled out just before climax and shot his massive load over her dangling tits.

Carla slipped a third digit inside. By this time she was fingering herself at a furious pace. Recalling that filthy first spit-roast while masturbating was always a reliable way of cumming, and this time was no exception. Carla moaned ecstatically as her pelvic muscles spasmed around her fingers. What a relief.

Next door, moments earlier, Zoe had emitted a huge shriek, and then the bed had stopped rocking. That was also a considerable relief for Carla.

The following morning, Carla slept late. By the time she awakened, Chris had disappeared for a round of golf at a course way down the coast. Zoe was spending the day visiting her sister Lucy at her cottage across the bay.

As she dried after a leisurely shower, Carla could hear Vince moving about in the living room. He loved books, and Carla recalled him saying yesterday that he was planning a few hours solid reading while Zoe visited her sister.

Donning just bikini bottoms, Carla grabbed her novel and wandered to the living room to join Vince. He was ensconced on a huge sofa, reading “The Double Helix”, the classic account of the discovery of the structure of DNA. He was wearing just a pair of cream shorts, too tight to disguise his ample bulge.

Face expressionless, Carla sashayed across the room, elite tits jiggling. Glancing at the swelling in Vince’s shorts, she said “Hi”, settled into a comfortable chair across the room, and started to read her novel. It was John Updike’s “Couples”, a tale which, in its time was a ground-breaker, about married misbehaviour in small-town Massachusetts in the 60s.

After a while, they started to chat about their books.

When younger, Carla had fucked many a well-hung idiot largely on the basis of physical attraction. Nowadays, she needed a brain on the end of the cock.

Vince was extremely easy on the eye. But his physical attractiveness was hugely enhanced by his intelligence and witty conversation. Since their first meeting, whenever the two couples got together there was always some interesting chat, led by Vince, around biological or medical topics.

Here at the cottage Vince’s discussion about his DNA book had another dimension for Carla, as it was set in Cambridge. Carla had worked at a major hospital in that English university city soon after qualifying as a nurse, and she had wonderful horny memories of having fucked her way around several colleges.

It was there that Carla had her first, and possibly best gang-bang, with four muscular, athletic studs from the rowing club. It was the start of her acquiring a significant penchant for the gang-bang. However, she had limited herself to one every twelve months or so since she had been married.

On top of his science reading, Vince was something of an American literature buff. He amazed Carla with his knowledge of Updike’s work, and discussed his novels with Carla in a way that was both intellectual and erotic, switching his gaze from her eyes to her protruding nipples.

Carla decided that she needed a drink. “Shall I fetch you a Riesling?” she asked Vince as she headed to the fridge.

“Sure,” he replied, adjusting his developing erection as Carla wandered to the kitchen, tits jiggling provocatively.

As Carla brought their wine to the couch, Vince noted her juices moistening the tops of her thighs. He grinned. Carla blushed.

She sat beside him on the couch. After a few token sips of wine, they started to kiss, at first gently, but very soon intensely.

Before long Vince’s hands made their way to Carla’s wonderful tits. Simultaneously, she hungrily reached for Vince’s cock. She felt its immensity through his shorts, and then frantically pulled them down. At last, she could feel it, and taste it.

With her tongue, she traced the prominent veins along the length of his shaft, before engulfing his huge, dribbling, engorged knob in her mouth. As Carla sucked Vince, she skilfully licked his sensitive frenulum, causing him to emit an aroused, guttural groan.

Carla came up for air and some more tongue-to-tongue. Vince tugged away at her aroused nipples, and then lowered his head to Carla’s groin. His clit and labia kissing, licking and sucking skills were beyond belief. Carla moaned and gushed prolific juices.

Next, Vince teased Carla’s distended clit and oozing slit with his knob, rubbing each, refusing each time when Carla begged him to come inside.

But at last ,the moment arrived. Vince slowly eased his entire beautiful length, skin stretched smoothly by its underlying rigidity, along Carla’s sodden velvety folds. Bliss.

In the missionary position, Vince thrust tantalisingly slowly at first, relishing the feel of Carla‘s erect, protruding nipples against his chest. Carla was exceptionally aroused and wanted some harder, deeper thrusts. When they suddenly came along, she shrieked with excitement and told Vince that she was about to climax.

“Oh no, not yet, you lovely horny slut,” murmured Vince as he removed his gigantic dick, and rolled Carla onto her left side. He entered her oozing cunt from behind, and again pushed his cock to and fro, mainly very slowly, but occasionally throwing in a few hard, penetrating thrusts.

For some twenty minutes, they alternated between missionary and spooning positions. Vince craftily varied the pace, rhythm and force of their coupling, repeatedly driving the randy nurse to the brink, and then pulling her back, all the while beguiling her with a mix totally obscene banter, and compliments about her breasts and genitals.

Carla was finding Vince’s massive cock to be every bit as anatomically fulfilling as she had hoped. But his subtle physical and verbal techniques were an absolute bonus. She didn’t want this glorious fuck to ever end, but she was desperate to experience an orgasm with this beautiful dick embedded in her depths.

The dilemma was eventually resolved with a switch to cowgirl. There was a large mirror next to the bed. Carla was frantically excited at the image of Vince’s gorgeous sticky, long, thick cock repeatedly disappearing deep inside her as she sat on it and bounced up and down.

While this was happening, Carla was dangling her stunning tits down so that Vince could give her uber-aroused nipples the works with his devilish lips and tongue.

Neither of them could last for much of this, and with an earthy grunt, Vince let loose a massive explosive load, just as Carla’s cunt walls shuddered vigorously and repeatedly as she ecstatically climaxed on his rigid pole. Her shrieking obscenities could easily be heard in at least a couple of neighbouring holiday cottages further along the beach.

Afterwards, Vince lay behind Carla, hands gently cupping her luscious tits while they chatted.

“As I told Zoe,” murmured Carla, “It is so great fucking a lovely, huge cock after having first eyeballed it a few hours earlier. That anticipatory wait is so horny. I’m so glad Chris decided on golf today.”

“Oh, you really think that he’s gone to the golf course?” replied Vince.

“No, actually,” continued Vince, “Chris is across the bay at Lucy’s cottage. He has gone there for a threesome with Zoe and her slutty sister.

“At this very moment, Zoe will be on her knees. Your husband will be fucking her from the rear while Lucy is giving him the works from behind with her strap-on.”

While delivering this description of debauchery to Carla, Vince had slipped his index and middle finger inside her, and he was fingering her G-spot relentlessly. Hyper-excited at the thought of Chris’s adventure, Carla screamed and had another convulsive, gushing orgasm, profuse juices oozing all over Vince’s probing hand.

“You and Zoe really are such a filthy couple, aren’t you,” sighed Carla, in an exhausted voice.

“No, not at all,” chuckled Vince, as he eased his again-rigid giant cock, lubricated with Carla’s lovely juices, into the nurse’s anus, deep into her receptive ass. He slowly but insistently moved it back and forth.