by Letters to Penthouse V- The Ways of Sexual Pleasure (epub)
I then pulled her hose down to her knees and began tonguing her pussy and fingering her asshole, quickly bringing her to orgasm. Chris was so stunned he was at a loss for words, watching me eat a pussy right in front of him. After Rory did the same for me, she pulled an eight-inch dildo out of her purse and strapped it on. She then moved beside Chris and started caressing him, telling him she was going to fuck his tight asshole.
Chris started ordering me to uncuff him, so I pulled my hose off and sat on his face, forcing him to eat my pussy, while at the same time Rory pulled his stockings down to his knees, lifted his legs up, sank that eight-inch dildo in his asshole and began fucking him. Chris was moving his head from side to side, and the movement was making me come. Even though he had initially protested, soon he was coming as hard as I had.
After fucking Chris for about ten minutes. Rory pulled the dildo out of his ass, lay on top of him and gave him a long French kiss.—E.R., Atlanta, Georgia
WORKOUT BUDDIES INDULGE IN SOME IN-HOME, AFTER-HOURS PUMPING
Like most of your readers, I never thought I would have an adventure to write. But just a couple of weeks ago, one of the most exciting sexual experiences I’ve ever had occurred at my friend Peter’s apartment.
Peter and I both work out together at the local gym. I’m twenty-six years old, five foot eleven and weigh one hundred eighty-five pounds of solid muscle. I work for an accounting firm, and the exercise allows me to work off the frustration of sitting at a desk all day. But most important, I like to keep myself in shape for when I take my shirt off for the ladies. But, while the women love my muscles, they also adore the seven-inch love-muscle that dangles between my legs. Peter is the same age as me, six feet tall and two hundred pounds. His muscles are well-defined, each one cut and sharp. He is absolutely ripped. From what I have seen in the shower at the gym, his dick is about the same length as mine, only a little bigger in circumference. Peter does not lack for female companionship, having bedded several different women throughout the four years I have known him. His sandy-blond hair, blue eyes and laid-back personality, coupled with his muscular body, keep the women clamoring for him.
On one particular night, Peter and I had been working out late in the evening. After a hard workout, we showered, dressed and prepared to leave. As we were going out the door, Peter invited me over to watch a couple of movies. As I had nothing else planned, I readily agreed. On the way to the apartment, we stopped and bought a couple of six-packs. Little did I realize what was about to happen to me.
The air-conditioning in Peter’s apartment was broken, and the temperature hovered around eighty-five degrees. A small fan helped somewhat, but soon we were both sweating from the heat. Peter took off his shirt to get a little more comfortable. His back glistened with sweat. Soon we settled down to watch a movie and drink some beers.
The first movie Peter put on was an X-rated one I hadn’t seen before. The ladies were gorgeous and demonstrated some great cocksucking talent. In the next scene, the girls went down on each other, and my dick sprang to attention. I love to see women suck each other’s cunt. All the fucking and sucking on the television screen had me horny as hell. Damn, I sure needed a pussy to slam into right about then. Peter was also horny as hell—I could tell by the outline of his hard dick in his shorts. The movie ended, and I went to the bathroom while Peter put on another movie.
The second movie started with a couple of gorgeous broads licking each other’s cunt. They were soon joined by two good-looking guys who were ready to fuck them into delirium. After some heavy-duty fucking, the guys came, spraying their jism onto the girls’ stomachs. Each girl rubbed the jism into her skin, then licked the excess off their fingers. The guys rested and watched the girls go at each other’s cunt again. The girls went at it hot and heavy, which again had my dick straining in my shorts. Suddenly the girls stopped what they were doing and started watching the guys. I couldn’t believe the scene unfolding before my eyes. The men got into a 69 position and went after each other’s dick. Seeing this was a new experience for me, but surprisingly, it had me hornier than I’d ever been before.
I was mesmerized by the action on the screen. After sucking each other’s dick for a while, the guys began to masturbate one another. While watching the steamy action, I felt a hand massaging my knee. The hand soon moved to my upper thigh. I couldn’t believe Peter was making a move on me like this. I was both scared and excited. Because I did not protest, Peter assumed everything was okay. Soon his hand was massaging my dick through my pants. Then his hand moved underneath my T-shirt. Peter rubbed my chest with his firm, strong hands while I, almost without thinking, removed the T-shirt. My naked chest was soaked from sweat and excitement. I could feel myself shaking, and Peter lowered his hand to massage my rock-hard dick once again.
My hand moved toward Peter’s arm, and I massaged it slowly, encouraging him to continue manipulating my tool. I massaged his arm and slowly worked my way to his massive shoulders and then to his chest, which felt as sweaty as mine. I turned slightly toward him to get more comfortable. I gradually moved my hand down his body, finally reaching the monster that was squirming to get out of his pants. I had never touched another man’s dick before, but I wanted to feel it in my hands. I could see the head poking out of the waistband of his shorts. Pre-come was oozing out and pooling on his stomach.
Peter pushed me back onto the sofa and told me to relax. He gently but firmly massaged my shoulders, moving down to my chest. Then he moved even lower, kneading the tight muscles of my stomach before finally reaching my shorts. Peter unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper, letting my prick, which felt as if it had grown to ten inches, spring out. Peter pulled my shorts the rest of the way off. He stood over me, his massive frame looking gorgeous as sweat continued to drip from his body, and removed his own shorts. I couldn’t believe the size of Peter’s swollen cock. It stood hard and erect, pulsing with every beat of his heart.
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 kis
ses 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.
