Part Three: Super Rich “Gilligan, be a dear and hand me that large fruit right over there.” She gestured to a large, woven fruit bowl on a nearby side table. “And that coconut half beside it.” Gilligan went to the side table. At the top of the fruit bowl was something like a banana but straighter, larger and with a slightly reddish tinge. Gilligan couldn’t believe that anyone could take something that large inside themselves; it was as long as his forearm and almost twice as thick. Mr. Howell noticed the look of surprise on Gilligan’s face. “Never fear my boy, never fear. Why I’ve been taking things up my back door my whole life. Why, when I was a strapping young man of twenty-one the boys from the club and I would get right pissed on champagne and take turns rogering each other the empty bottles. Ha ha, but we had some good times!” Gilligan picked up the large piece of fruit and the coconut shell, which he could now see was filled with a thick, white cream. He took it over to Mrs. Howell, who pulled the large, slick banana out of her husband’s gaping hole and dropped it with a heavy thud to the ground. The millionaire gasped as it was pulled out of him. Gilligan was now able to see Mr. Howell’s most private areas close up and exposed. His asshole was obviously well-used from years of extreme penetration and his semi-hard cock was thick and heavy. His large balls hung low. “Thank you dear,” Mrs. Howell said and took the fruit and coconut half from Gilligan. She placed the coconut bowl between her husband’s calves and began smearing the cream all over the fruit. “It’s coconut cream, Marianne makes it for us. It’s quite similar to what she uses to make those coconut cream pies you love so much.” Gilligan’s stomach rumbled at the thought of the sensuous desserts that Marianne created. But even considering the delicious lubrication, Gilligan couldn’t believe that the colossal fruit would fit inside. ‘Take a depth breath dear,” Mrs. Howell called and began to press the club-like fruit into her husband’s ass. Gilligan watched in fascination as Mr. Howell’s ass stretched to take the large, natural dildo. The millionaire moaned with ecstatic pleasure as his nether regions were pushed to their utmost limit. “Gilligan,” Mrs. Howell said, “be a dear and stroke him off, my hands are quiet full. Oh, and use a little cream, he likes that.” Gilligan put his hand into the coconut bowl and when he pulled it out it was covered in sweet, white cream. He brought his finger tips to his mouth and tasted it. It was so close to coconut cream pie, but thicker and much richer. He reached down between Mr. Howell’s thighs and under Mrs. Howell’s arms which were busy pushing the gigantic fruit further and further inside her husband. Gilligan’s hand brushed against Mr. Howell’s heavy ball sack and a thrill ran through him. He reached slightly further and gripped the millionaire’s large cock. He gripped it as firmly as possible considering the amount of lubrication in his hand, and began stroking the cock, slowly and wetly. The millionaire growled in a low, passionate voice, “Yes my boy… yes Lovey… rub my cock… ream my ass…” Gilligan felt the millionaire’s cock stiffen in his hand, then felt his own cock harden in response. Suddenly, Mr. Howell asked them to stop and, with the ease of two people who have done such a thing many times before, Mr. Howell rolled over on to his back without his wife ever letting off of the pressure or loosening her grip. “Gilligan, my boy,” Mr. Howell said, “pull up a chair and we’ll give you a truly marvelous show.” Gilligan looked around, saw a small firm chair, and brought it over to the table where Mr. Howell was now laying on his back. He wondered what was coming next... Stay tuned for another episode…
