Letters to Penthouse V (42 page)

The best way to describe Dave is that he looks a little like President Clinton. He’s in his early forties, graying and attractive in a clean-cut way. He’s about six feet tall and must weight two hundred twenty pounds. He has that classic stocky build I love, and his arms are so big and muscular that just thinking about them gets me hard. When I used to pass him in the halls between classes, my eyes would go straight to his dick. He wore these tight gym pants and, believe me, his package really showed through in those things. I often wanted to drop to my knees and suck the hell out of his dick right there on the spot.

Anyway, I was watching my old high school team play football. They won by a landslide. Just seconds after the game was over, Dave spotted me standing by a fence. He jogged over to me, gave me a great big hug and started asking a lot of questions about what I’d been up to for the past three years. We got caught up in conversation and, the next thing I knew, I was walking into the locker room with him and the rest of the team.

I took a seat in his locker room office while he gave his players a pep talk about how well they played that night. He then returned to his office. I couldn’t believe he was so excited to see me. After we’d talked awhile, I saw that the football players were clearing out of the locker room. Soon they were all gone, and Dave and I were the only ones left.

Our conversation was still going strong, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Dave’s dick. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt with the name of the football team in big letters across his well-built chest. I couldn’t stop thinking about having sex with him, and how badly I wanted to suck his cock and swallow his come. After Dave closed up the locker room, we walked out to his car. He asked if I wanted to go with him to pick up some fast food. I said yes right away, since I didn’t drive and could’ve used a ride home anyway.

There was a lot of traffic on the streets, with all the high school students driving around and blowing their horns after their team’s big win. After we got our food, we drove around a little more, and our conversation took a different turn. “So, you must have a girlfriend,” Dave said to me.

It hit me that Dave didn’t know the truth about me, but I didn’t answer him at all.

He persisted. “What? No girlfriend? You must not be getting any, then!” he chuckled. I laughed along with him. He paused for a while, then said, “If you don’t have a girlfriend, you must have a boyfriend. A guy as good-looking as you shouldn’t be alone.”

I was shocked by what he said, and didn’t know how to respond. Finally I replied, “Sorry, no boyfriend either.” We were silent for about two minutes, and then I became bold and asked, “Why, are you interested?”

Dave looked me up and down from the driver’s seat and replied, “Yeah, sure, I’d fuck you.”

“Are you married?” I asked.

“No,” Dave said. “I’ve been divorced for about six years.”

“Are you seeing anybody now, Dave?” I asked. Not that I cared. It was just my way of trying to find out if he wanted to fuck me right away, or sometime in the future.

Dave softly said to me, “We can go back to my apartment.” I was feeling even more bold by this point. I could see Dave’s cock begin to swell in his jeans. I unsnapped his pants, undid his zipper and slid my hand in for a fistful of dick. It was the huge cock I’d always dreamed he had. Dave’s tool was massive—a full ten inches long, as I was soon to find out. It felt strange to me at first, covered with a lot of soft skin. Then I realized he wasn’t circumcised. I’d never touched an uncut cock before. It was very exciting.

Moans and groans started coming from Dave’s mouth as I stroked his penis. All the times I’d fantasized about having sex with him, and now it was really about to happen! Never in my wildest dreams did I think such a wish would ever come true. I’d never been with a man, but I knew it was time to explore my homosexuality, to take it beyond mere fantasy. I felt safe with Dave. He was older, more mature and more experienced than I was. It made opening myself up to him in this way so much easier.

“It feels so good to have you stroking my prick,” he said. “But if you keep it up, I’m probably going to drive off the road and get us in a wreck.” I took the hint and backed away.

Within a few minutes we were at his apartment door. He had a beautiful place. I took a seat on the couch, and noticed that Dave had converted one of his bedrooms into a weight room. “That’s how I keep in shape,” he said proudly. Dave poured us some fruit juice, then sat on the couch with me. He put his hand behind his back and yanked his sweaty T-shirt off. He kicked off his shoes, then rolled off his pants and socks. He was hairy from head to toe—especially across his broad chest. It was like a jungle. This is a man, I thought.

Dave suggested we take a shower before we had sex, but I was able to talk him out of it. I told him that the hot sweat of a real man after a hard day’s work was a big turn-on for me. I told him I’d been dreaming of licking the sweat off his body since we were together in the locker room earlier that day.

Dave smiled and asked if I still wanted to go through with it. I said, “Let’s cut out the bullshit, Dave. I’m not a kid anymore. I want you to fuck me.”

I also told him he would be the first person I’d ever done it with. “A virgin!” he said excitedly.

I poured some of my fruit juice on Dave’s big, strong, hairy chest, licked it off and then walked to his bedroom. “Are you coming?” I asked. I stood there and watched him take off his underwear. Oh, that cock was magnificent! He then followed me to his bedroom. He was so well hung, his dick actually swung back and forth like a vine as he walked. I got undressed while Dave sat on his bed and watched. There was no doubt which roles we would play out in this sexual encounter. He was going to be the man, I was going to be his little girl for the night.

Dave’s dick was somewhat soft yet, but mine was rigid and sticking straight up in the air. I threw my legs across his lap. We began to French-kiss for a few minutes, and then I pushed him back onto his bed. He folded his hands behind his head and said, “Make me come fast. If you do that, I’ll be able to fuck you all night long.”

At first I thought that was a strange thing to say, but everybody has their own special way of having sex. I started by kissing his chest with soft little pecks. Then I used my tongue to glide over to his armpit. I inhaled deeply and licked up the warm sweat that lingered under his arms. I worked my way down his belly and soaked his thick stomach hair with my tongue. I then grasped his penis, took a deep breath and… boom! Before I knew it, I was sucking him like an old pro. I had him moaning and grunting and thrusting hard into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead.

Dave grabbed the back of my head roughly and started pulling me against his groin, really feeding me that big pole. Deeper and faster I sucked, listening to the slurping sound of my mouth as it moistened his dick. Dave tightened his ass up, bit his lips and squeezed his whole face into a funny expression. A few grunts later, his hot jizz erupted all over my face. Two things I learned about come that night: it’s very hot, and it smells like swimming-pool chlorine.

Dave got up and went to the bathroom. I listened to him while still tasting the hot come dripping down my face. Dave returned with a tube of lubricant. He told me to turn over, then spread my legs open with his manly hands and spread globs of K-Y all over my asshole. I could feel his semihard dick brush up against my body while he did this to me. I was thinking, Damn, I wish he would be rougher with me! I wanted him to use that studly body of his to throw me round a little. I wanted him to take me brutally.

I knew it was up to me to get him to be more aggressive, so I placed my foot on his stomach and pushed him away with great force. He went flying to the floor. I sprang up off the bed and said, “If you want it, you’ll have to take it.”

Dave got up off the floor. He responded, “So, you want to play! You want it rough, do you?” I smiled. He was experienced enough to read my mind. I dashed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Dave caught me in a split second. He snatched me by the arm and pushed me back against the refrigerator. It was just the sort of lusty treatment I wanted. Dave grabbed both of my wrists and bent me over on his kitchen table. “You want it rough? I’ll give you rough!” he growled.

He proceeded to kick my ankles apart with his foot, the way a police officer would prepare to frisk a criminal. Before I could even think of what it might be like to have my first dick in me, Dave rammed it home, crunching his full ten-inch cock into me without warning. My hips jerked forward and banged against the table. I lost my breath for a minute and wanted to cry from the pain. But after he’d pumped my asshole a couple of times, it didn’t feel bad at all.

Dave had his hands on my waist and was sliding my ass onto his steel-hard prick. I didn’t think he should do all the work, though, so I started moving my ass up and down, harder and faster and with power. I was gaining experience with every stroke. Dave was pleased that I was moving my ass now. He took his hands off my hips and let me wiggle my ass back and forth.

Twenty minutes went by and I was still doggie-styling Dave with my ass. He began to breathe harder, and I knew it was time for him to come again. He forcefully took my buttocks in his hands and began to hammer the fuck out of me. He was moving like a wild rabbit in heat. I swung around and slapped him across the face with the back of my hand. Then I disengaged and raced to the weight room, I turned around to slam the door behind me, but it was too late. Dave grabbed the door just before it shut. “Shit!” I screamed. I knew I was in for it. Dave was mad because I didn’t give him a chance to come.

I backed up against a wall in the corner of the room. Dave stroked his dick to keep his erection, and pointed a finger at me. With an evil grin on his face he said, “You’re going to get it now! You’ve teased me for the last time, bitch, and now you’ve got to pay.” Yes, he was angry! The sweet, innocent football coach from high school who used to joke around with me had a nasty side after all.

He walked over and stood face-to-face with me. Just then we both noticed a jump rope on the floor. We looked at each other, thinking the same thing. We both lunged for the rope and, after a scuffle on the floor, Dave came up the winner. He yanked me by the hair and dragged me back to his bedroom. He slammed me facedown on the bed. I must have face. Two things I learned about mattress, but I was loving the abuse!

Dave started pacing in front of me while I lay on the bed, nervous with excitement. In one hand he had the jump rope, and in the other hand he was stroking his prick. “You’re going to get it now,” he said. “I’m going to fuck the taste out of your mouth.” He’d raised his voice and was yelling at me now. “You’re going to get fucked hard this time, baby,” he yelled. He started using his coaching voice as though he was yelling at one of his football players for messing up an important play in a game. “You’re going to get it!” he screamed as he crawled across the bed toward me.

I lay back and let him lay on top of me. He grabbed me by the back of the head, pulled me up against his face and said, “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” I started to French-kiss him in order to calm him down a little. After a couple of kisses, I pushed him off me and onto his back. What a sight—little one-hundred-pound me, overpowering this he-man! I took the jump rope out of his hand. Managing to get his arms above his head, I tied his wrists together, then used the remaining rope to tie him to the bedpost. He smiled with amazement and said, “You’re just not going to give up, are you!”

I hopped off the bed, ran into the kitchen and grabbed a large jar of honey I’d seen in there while we were fucking. Then I went back into the bedroom with the honey. I picked a towel off the floor and wiped the globs of lubricant off his soft dick. Dave grinned when he saw me open the jar. I emptied the sticky honey all over his dick, and in no time it grew back to its full size. It was like pouring water on a thirsty plant. The honey oozed down Dave’s hard pole and coated his fat, sagging balls. The sticky honey made a nice lubricant. I knew this was going to be the best dessert I’d ever tasted.

I said, “Have you ever had this done to you before, Dave?”

“No,” he whispered, so softly that I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I started sucking his dick and balls like a madman. I even nibbled on his scrotum a little. I had sticky honey all over my face from rubbing it against his private parts. His dick was so hard, every pint of blood in his body must have rushed to his incredible cock. Veins were popping out everywhere. After a couple of deep-throat plunges, he came in a gush. “Oh … yes!” he moaned as he released several thick ropes of come. I was pleased to lick up every drop.

After Dave came, I continued sucking him off, but he told me to stop. He said his cock was too sensitive and it it didn’t feel good to have his dick sucked after he’d just come. But I didn’t listen. I just kept right on sucking.

“Stop! Stop!” He yelled again. His body was flopping around, as he was still tied to the bed. “You bitch! Get the fuck off my dick!” he cried.

Suddenly, with a great burst of strength, Dave broke free of the jump rope. He pushed me off him, and I fell to the floor. His big body followed mine, and he landed right between my legs. His hands were flat on the floor and his arms where straight, as if he was doing a push-up. “Don’t fucking tease me anymore,” Dave said. “When I told you to stop, you should have stopped.”

“Come on, let’s do it again,” I said. I started stroking his hard penis. I guided his dick, solid as stone, inside my asshole and moved my ass up and down.

“Damn it,” he cried, “that feels so fucking good!” I had him horny enough to go another round. He put his elbows to the floor, pressed his body against mine, grabbed the back of my head with both hands and moved up and down with the rising and falling of my body. Before I knew it, his whole body was off mine, and just his hands and toes were holding him up over me. Then his hips came down crashing against my bottom.

After about fifteen minutes of very hard banging, Dave arched his head back. His body froze up, his face turned bright red as sweat dripped off of it. Then he let out a load roar and let it rip! He shoved his dick into me three or four times, draining all the spunk out of it, then he collapsed, out of breath, on top of my body.