Written by artsmart

Romance
14 May 2016


Fanny was a friend of mine. She lived a normal life. She had five sons, a cat, a bull terrier , a pig, a horse and a husband. She lived a happy tranquil life. She only had one problem, she told me, one problem that time and time again would turn her life inside out and upside down. This was that she wanted a cock. Not a cock for her hen, no, Fanny wanted a real cock. A man’s cock.

We would sit for hours discussing the possibilities of how Fanny could get a cock. We also laughed for hours about Fanny with a cock. Fanny’s husband hadn’t a clue about her need. As far as he was concerned, Fanny was a good wife. She would cook for him, clean for him and he would fuck her whenever he wanted to. Fanny always said yes for everything he wanted and when he was away she said no and the place would become a pigsty, which was fine for the pig.

On Fanny’s husbands business getaways, Fanny would invite me over for company. We would sit and drink her husband’s fine collections of wine he had stored in his wine cellar. He never drank the stuff anyway and would never miss them seeing that he had over one thousand bottles down there going back to some fifty years. So we just nicked the twenty year vintage stuff and had a party on it. I would play the piano and Fanny would dance.

One night we got quiet raucous on the stuff, and Fanny had also found some pot in the trouser pocket of one of her sons. She’d taken it and kept it for a night just like this. Not being a pot smoker myself, but being a good chom of Fanny, I’d agree just this once. Anyway, we rolled a baseball bat because there was a load of it. The boys pockets must’ve been bulging on the stuff to say the least. Fanny poured two huge glasses of Merlot vintage, a bottle that had won the World Wine Auction year dot. We hit the spliff, lay back and went into woowoo land. It was great and only got better. Now I’m saying that Fanny was my friend. We’d never done anything other than cock and bull stories. I’d never laid a hand on her either, it never had ever crossed my mind. We were just bosom buddies and that’s all. Precisely why Fanny’s hubby had said he trusted me to watch Fanny on his away trips. Which is what I did.

Tonight went differently though.

Fanny came up with this desire to have a cock again. Man, I got the giggles on that one and almost choked on my Merlot. But Fanny did not stop. She went to the kitchen and came back with an empty bottle. Then she pulled her jeans off and her panties too. Fuck man, I’d never seen her pussy before. The sight of which changed how I felt about her. Fanny’s pussy. It crossed my vision and never left.

There I was feeling stranded on Fook island with Fanny’s fanny to die for.

She continued to lay back on the couch and proceeded to rub the glass bottle between her legs. She invited me over to watch. I did. Stoned and drunk it was ideal to break the ice. Actually it was so damn hot the ice was long melted by the time I’d crossed the two meters between her and myself.

I just honed in between Fanny’s legs and watched her show. Once she got herself well oiled, she asked me to peer in through the bottle and tell her what I saw.

The bottle was green so everything was green. Big pulsating and very squishy pussy lips, smeared apart and then…shloooop, she slipped the bottle right in. Jeezus, that whole bottle slipped right into her cunt and Fanny gets up with this bottle sticking half out of her soggy cunt and shouts “look who’s got a cock now!” Hell, I almost gagged on my own tongue. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was totally absurd and then I relaxed and another wave of stoniness broke over my body and I launched into a deep belly laugh. Fanny stood there laughing with me. I laughed so much and was pretty far gone by then too. You know how it is, I didn’t. Fanny then came over, slipping the bottle out of her pussy she turned and stuck her butt into my face. I just got right in there with my tongue, working her highness until I slipped a finger inside her and fingered her until she squealed. The rest is history. A history that repeated itself every time hubby went away. Only diffs was that there was no pot and that was also better. Eventually we even laid off the wine and enjoyed uninterrupted sex for hours and sometimes days.

Fanny had a cock and she was happy.

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