Letters to Penthouse V (13 page)

Peter knelt down beside me and began to lick my chest and suck my nipples. I couldn’t believe it. I massaged his back as he made his way toward my crotch, never touching my dick, then back up to my neck. I reached for Peter’s bursting cock, and for the first time in my life, I held another man’s dick. It felt great. I slowly moved my hand up and down the long shaft. Peter’s dick was covered with pre-come, so there was no friction. My hand just glided up and down his massive pole. From the sound of his low, guttural moans, I knew that what I was doing made him feel good.

Peter took my hand away from his dick and climbed back onto the couch, hovered over me as if he was about to do pushups. I reached up and felt his rippling chest. He then lowered his hips slightly until our dicks were touching. I couldn’t begin to explain the sensation. We slowly moved against each other, humping our dicks together as if we were fucking the finest piece of pussy on earth. The pleasure I was feeling was so intense, and I knew I would come much too soon. By this time Peter was howling like a wolf. We pumped and mashed against each other for about ten minutes until the excitement became too much to control. We exploded in simultaneous orgasm. I never dumped as much come as I did then. Exhausted, Peter lowered himself onto my body, and I could feel our come spread between us as he lay there and gulped air, his chest heaving into mine with each breath.

As I came back to reality, I could hear the movie still playing. One of the guys onscreen was fucking the other in the ass. With Peter still lying on top of me, the action on the television had me hard again almost instantly. I massaged Peter’s sweaty back and then asked him to trade places with me. His cock was also coming back to life, and I knew much more fun was in store.

I gave Peter a body rub, ignoring the part of him that needed the most attention. I kneaded and massaged every muscle of his body. The excitement and anticipation he was experiencing was evident from the expression on his face. After massaging his feet and calves, I slowly moved back up to the object of my desire. Peter’s cock appeared even bigger than it had earlier. I lowered my mouth and planted soft kisses on his penis. I knew Peter was loving every minute of this treatment, as he often gasped for breath. I was hesitant to take his cock into my mouth. I had never believed that I would or could do something like that, but I did do a lot of things that night I never imagined I would do.

Finally I closed my eyes, inhaled his masculine musky scent and took his dick into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around his dick and slowly massaged it by moving my head up and down. Peter was in seventh heaven, and that familiar howling sound returned. His hips were bucking as if he were riding an untamed horse. I stopped, as I did not want him to come too soon. I wanted the sensation to be prolonged as much as possible. Peter had introduced me to a new aspect of sex, and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as possible.

I spread his legs and gently massaged his balls, giving them as occasional lick. Soon I was licking his cock again with the gusto of a cheerleader on prom night. After a few minutes of this treatment, I engulfed Peter’s dick. He grabbed the back of my head, pushing his dick deeper down my throat, and started slowly pumping his hips. His excitement continued to grow, and he began fucking my face even faster. I held on for all I was worth. Finally he could take no more. I felt him shooting his salty jism down my throat. I can’t believe how great it tasted.

At that point Peter went wild, consumed with a raw passion for sex. Incredibly, he remained hard after the treatment I had just given him. Peter threw me onto the floor and sprawled over me, humping and grinding his dick against mine. He worked his way down my body, beginning at my nipples, which he sucked and bit. He was a pure, raw, sexual animal. He moved down my body and, as I had done to him just moments before, took my throbbing dick into his mouth. His warm, moist mouth surrounding my dick shot waves of pleasure through my body. Every inch of me tingled. It felt so great! I knew I would come any second, but somehow I managed to hold back, enjoying every glorious minute. Peter’s animalistic desires were tamed somewhat by his need to give me as much pleasure I had given him.

Peter’s head bobbed up and down on my pole, slathering every inch while he continued making his guttural animal sounds. Never would I have believed that two men could have such an intense sexual experience without a pussy to stick their cocks into.

Finally the moment of truth came. I grabbed Peter’s head and pulled it farther down onto my dick. I could feel his slight beard scratching my upper thigh. I exploded so hard, I thought I would pass out. Peter swallowed every drop of my jism. Totally spent, I just lay there for a few minutes trying to recuperate.

Peter, however, had other ideas, as he still had a raging hard-on after the blowjob he had just given me. Sweat dripped from his muscular body onto mine as he massaged my dick and tried to bring it back to life. His hands felt great on my body, but at that point there was no bringing my dick back to full mast. Peter continued to massage my body, relaxing me for further pleasure. He turned me over and climbed on top to massage my backside. It felt great, and I wished it could have gone on forever. Peter licked my back, slowly moving down to my ass. He then lifted my ass into the air, positioning me on all fours. I knew what was about to come, and I was scared as hell, but also excited. This had been an evening of many firsts, and I had been so turned on that I wanted to experience everything there was to possibly experience.

Peter placed his dick at the entrance of my netherworld. He continued to massage my back and ass to get me to relax. Suddenly he broke through. The pain was exquisite. Peter remained motionless for a few minutes to allow me to accommodate the snake in my ass. After a while he began a slow in-and-out movement. His cock felt great in my ass, and as he pulled back, I would move to try to keep him in. After several minutes of rapid fucking, Peter exploded deep inside me. He remained there for several minutes, as my sphincter muscles did not want to let his wonderful cock loose.

As a thank-you, Peter jacked me off, bringing me an incredible third climax that evening. Finally, Peter’s dick withered and withdrew from its dark hiding place. After lying there for a while, Peter and I got up and took a shower, where we explored each other’s body some more. We let our stiff cocks rub together and later sucked each other off. Our sexual experience lasted five hours. We wanted more, but sheer exhaustion took over.—
I.V., Louisville, Kentucky

TRAVELING SALESMAN FINDS OUT THAT HIS WIFE IS THE OFFICE “IN” BOX

My wife Jenny and I have been married for six years. Jenny is a small, slender woman with long black hair. She is attractive, although not really beautiful, and has a spectacular body. During her high school and college years, she tells me, she was extremely self-conscious about the size of her breasts, which are firm but incredibly large for a woman her size. On her petite, slender frame they are impossible to ignore. Her nipples are so huge, they are completely obvious through any kind of light clothing.

For years she did her best to hide her breasts, and dressed very conservatively, always complaining about being “top heavy.” Of course, I’ve always loved her tits. The great thing about them is that, in addition to their size, they are incredibly sensitive. If her nipples are played with, she immediately turns to Jell-O. It’s like her nipples are directly connected to her pussy. She can have an orgasm just from having her tits played with—especially if I am a little rough with her nipples. She simply goes crazy.

However, I have to admit that our sex life is probably not that great. I work very long hours, so I’m tired a lot. I have never felt completely adequate in bed with Jenny. She always tries to make me feel everything is fine, but when we have sex I don’t last too long and my penis, I’m afraid, is smaller than average.

I realized Jenny secretly wanted more out of sex a couple of years ago when I rented an X-rated movie for us to watch together. This film had several big, muscular guys with huge cocks making it with a small, thin woman. They all used every orifice of her body several times. I looked at Jenny during one particular scene, where the woman was being taken in a number of different ways at once, including anally. I thought she would disapprove of such fare. Instead her eyes kind of glazed over, and she used one hand to slowly rub her upper thighs while the other tweaked one of her nipples.

I asked her what she thought about the scene, and she confided in me that one of her longtime fantasies has always been to be dominated by several men with very large cocks. We had some hot sex after that—but I knew from then on that I would never be able to satisfy her in the way she desired.

Jenny, now in her late twenties, has become more confident. She’s stopped hiding her figure and has started wearing clothing that actually shows off her big breasts. I find this exciting, but it also worries me because of all the male attention she now gets.

It all came to a head at a large pool party my boss George recently threw at his house for our entire sales staff and their partners. George is divorced, about thirty-five years old, and lives in a huge house on several acres of land. He has a very large built-in pool, a hot tub and a patio with an outdoor bar. His house sits up on a big hill, with a three-hundred-yard driveway leading to it that keeps the place secluded. It’s a real mansion. George inherited the business from his father and really throws his money around. He played college football and is still in good shape, standing about six and a half feet tall and carrying well over two hundred pounds of rock-solid muscle.

I suppose it all began with the bathing suit Jenny bought for the party. It was a tiny bikini that barely hid anything. Her breasts are so big and full that the bikini top only covered about half of each breast. From the side, in fact, you could see nearly her entire breast. The bikini bottom left most of her ass exposed too—it was no bigger than a thong. I told her that there would be over fifty People I worked with at this party, and I didn’t want them seeing so much of her body. But Jenny wouldn’t budge. She told me that her new suit was “in style,” and that I was being ridiculous, whereas I should’ve been happy to be with such a sexy woman.

When we arrived, Jenny had on a short terry-cloth robe that she wore over her skimpy suit. As I looked around, I realized that most of the other salesmen hadn’t brought their wives. They were helping out tending bar, keeping the food stocked and so on. Jenny walked over to the hot tub and slipped off her robe—she looked simply unbelievable. She began rubbing oil on her body, and those big tits of hers were just swaying and bouncing around. In a matter of minutes a small crowd of guys had silently taken up strategic positions around her just to ogle her body.

She was on a chaise longue, with her knees slightly up, when I walked over and realized that, in this position her bikini bottom was completely inadequate: there were large expanses of pubic hair visible for everyone to see. Jenny has a very hairy pussy, and she obviously hadn’t shaved before putting on this suit. So imagine me standing there, asking her if she’d like me to get her a drink, knowing that about ten guys I work with were staring at her nearly naked body all afternoon long, knowing I couldn’t do a thing about it.

I just tried to enjoy the party, but it was tough. After we’d all been drinking and catching rays for about two hours, my boss came up to me and told me it was my turn to be bartender—all of the salesmen were putting in shifts of about two hours each. He put his arm around Jenny’s waist and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep your wife entertained.” She’d already had several drinks, and I could see by the look in her eyes that she thought George was attractive.

I went over to the bar, about thirty feet from the hot tub, and did my best to keep the guests supplied with drinks. I could see Jenny moving around, talking and laughing with George, and realized again that her bathing suit was way too small. Her breasts and ass were all but completely exposed.

While I was bartending, someone put on music so people could dance on the patio. I looked up and couldn’t believe my eyes—George and Jenny were locked in a slow dance. Instead of keeping a polite distance, he was holding her so close that her breasts were flattened against his chest. I could tell she’d had too much to drink, which always makes her horny. As they danced, George stroked the small of her back and the top of her ass. I couldn’t bear to watch.

About that time, we ran out of white wine at the bar. Someone directed me to the basement, where there was supposedly a large supply of wine and liquor. I went downstairs and saw that George had a large wine cellar. I was in the back, looking for white wine, when I heard my wife’s voice.

“George, where are you taking me?” Jenny giggled. George told her he wanted them to cool off for a minute out of the hot sun, and thought she might enjoy seeing his wine collection. I crouched down behind the farthest wine rack—I was only about fifteen feet away from them. Jenny said that she didn’t know anything about wine, except that she liked to drink it. George laughed, came up behind her and put his arms around her waist, grinding his crotch against her ass.

“You have an unbelievable body,” he said. “Do you know you’ve been driving all the men at this party crazy?”

My wife just giggled and stood there with her eyes closed. Instead of pushing him away, Jenny leaned back into him and said, “My husband is really mad at me. He thinks my bathing suit is too small.”

George realized that Jenny was responding to his moves and said, “Your husband should be proud of your body. You like men looking at you, don’t you?” As he asked her this question, he slowly brought his hands up and took a breast in each one, squeezing them gently. He repeated the question. “You do like men looking at your body, don’t you?”

Jenny’s eyes were closed and she was rocking slowly back and forth, rubbing her ass against his cock. George pulled her around and kissed her. She momentarily pushed him back and said, “My husband is right upstairs—I shouldn’t be doing this.”