Penthouse Uncensored V (44 page)

Meanwhile, my two friends were devouring my wife’s body, both with their hands and with their mouths. It was only a matter of time, of course, until Caroline got a rampant cock stuck into the apex of her long, shapely legs. Caroline knows a lot about giving head, and Larry was getting the blowjob of his life. Meantime, Dave made good use of his time, making sure Caroline got well lubricated to accommodate his big salami. He also placed a large down pillow under Caroline’s ass. Obviously, he was arranging for a good angle from which to angle that horse-cock of his for easy and painless penetration.

Caroline was hitting on all cylinders, and never missed a beat. She raised her legs, spread them wide, and flung her ankles over Dave’s shoulders, avidly sucking Larry’s smaller prick as Dave gently eased his nobler steed into her honey-pot. She was indeed well lubricated, and wide open. Dave’s cock-head easily lodged in her pussy, and in a few easy strokes his prick was buried in her sweet pussy.

Now, encouraged by the way Caroline moved her pelvis into his, Dave started some healthy thrusting in and out. That felt so good that Caroline lost track of Larry’s cock. She let it slip out of her mouth. She was in seventh heaven. I could see Dave’s muscles tense up as he shot wads of jism into her pussy. He collapsed, and she held him tight for several minutes before he rolled off. The three of them lay there, satiated. I thought the evening was over—then Larry picked up Caroline and carried her into the bedroom.

It took me a few moments to move to the bedroom window to catch the late show. By the time I was in place, Larry had Caroline on her side, at the edge of our bed. He was holding her left leg straight up in the air while he stood alongside the bed with his rod sliding easily in and out of her sopping-wet hole. Dave was licking and sucking her nipples. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she sucked his pussy-soaked cock between her lips for a superb second helping of prick. This, I decided, was a good time for me to join the party.

I jogged back to the car and drove it into the garage. When I reentered the house, I went straight to the bedroom. The scene hadn’t changed much since I’d left the deck. As I had expected, Dave was enjoying one of Caroline’s marvelous blowjobs while Larry pumped his prick in and out of Caroline’s appreciative pussy. She had rolled over onto her back by then, so that Larry could hold both her long legs up in the air to penetrate her love-hole more deeply. I was hotter than a two-dollar pistol at that stage, and as Larry pulled his prick out of Caroline, I quickly moved in and replaced him.

Caroline looked up to see me between her legs. She smiled and said, “Welcome home, and thank you.” Her cunt had never been so well lubricated. It didn’t take me long to add my come to the two loads already deposited there. The party was far from over, as far as Caroline was concerned. “I can take all three of you on at once,” she said, and got busy on our limp dicks with both hands and lips. I’ll never forget the sight of my beautiful wife working on three cocks as her own love juices ran down the crack of her pretty ass and down her legs.

“Okay,” she said. “I want some more of Dave’s monster.” He got between her legs and slipped his huge cock into her with one thrust. She sighed happily, then grabbed Larry’s prick and slipped her lips around it. At the same time, she gripped my own rod and jerked me off. In fifteen minutes, we had all come. I sprayed jism that Caroline rubbed into her titties. She swallowed all Larry had, and she milked Dave’s prick dry with her muscular pussy. We spent the next several hours trying new positions. We plan a repeat performance in a few weeks. Watch this space!—
T.R., San Jose, California

HARD REALITY SURPASSES FUCKING FANTASY

My husband and I have enjoyed your publication since you first started. We are a liberated couple, but because of our position in the community we must be careful. My husband Roger is a successful business professional who’s quite attractive. He’s thirty-eight years old, six feet tall, weighs one-seventy, and has a nice tan and an eight-inch prick. I am twenty-eight and a natural blonde. I’m five-ten, one hundred thirty-five pounds, and have 36D breasts and a permanent tan. And I love to fuck.

After reading your last issue, we decided we should write you about one of our own experiences. One night, after a bottle of wine and some great sex, Roger was talking about fantasies. He had been married before and was quite the ladies’ man long before I met him. I wanted to know if he ever fantasized about sex with one of his previous partners. He said no, but I kept prodding him about what his fantasy would be if he had a choice. He finally told me that I wouldn’t want to know because it was pretty kinky. I immediately thought, Oh my God, he’s gay, or a cross-dresser, or he wants to watch me have sex with another woman. It turned out to be none of the above, but I felt I had a right to an answer. When we first started seeing each other, Roger would ask me about some of my ex-lovers—usually after a long, hot session of sex. Each time, he’d ask for more intimate details. He was especially fascinated with details of cock sizes, how big a load they shot, whether I ever picked someone up at a bar and took him home to fuck.

And when I told Roger about my past, he would get a rock hard-on and fuck me like a wild man. It never failed. Many times when I told him about one particular ex-boyfriend, the one who shot the biggest load, Roger got so turned on that he’d lick his own come out of my pussy. I thought that was a little kinky, but what the hey! A good pussy licking is a good pussy licking.

Roger finally ’fessed up to his fantasy. He wanted me to fuck someone else and tell him all about it. Better yet, he wanted me to fuck someone while he watched. Now I saw the connection between his interest in my past and his fantasy. I was a little shocked at first, since Roger is very jealous. But I went along with his fantasy for awhile, not actually fucking anyone, but making up stories. Roger travels a lot on business, and when he came home from a trip I made sure to leave a couple of condoms on the nightstand. I’d stretch the rubbers with a dildo and put a lot of K-Y jelly on them. He enjoyed my little games immensely, and I actually started getting turned on to the idea of fucking someone for real. But I was a bit concerned about how Roger would react if I went through with it. I enjoyed the game, though, and it always gave him a huge homecoming hard-on. For the next three days I’d get the fucking and the eating of my life.

Then Jenny, my best friend in the whole world, called to tell me that her little brother was getting married and invited Roger and me down to Houston for the wedding and the partying. Roger had scheduled a national seminar for his salespeople that weekend, so I was up against a stone wall. But I figured out a way. I asked Roger if I’d ever told him about Joey. He said no. As I started my story, I unzipped Roger’s pants and pulled out his big dick. I told him that Joey was the first guy I ever tried to fuck. But I said I couldn’t, because of the size of his prick. That got Roger’s cock hard as a rock. I told him that Joey had dated me for about a month before we started to get down to business. I was on the pill for medical reasons, I said, so I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant. I had decided this was the man I wanted to take my cherry.

Joey was about six-foot-three and strong as steel, I continued. What I had not anticipated was the size of his cock. We went to his house when his parents were away for the night. We started kissing in the living room. When Joey ran his hand up my skirt and found no underwear, he started fingering my pussy. I rubbed his cock through his jeans. I had done this many times before with guys, I told Roger, but had never taken the next step. I pulled his zipper open, unbuckled his pants and pulled them off. I had never seen a cock in the raw before, so I assumed they were
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that big. I later measured it. The thing was nine and a half inches long and seven inches around. I started jacking it off with two hands, and after just a couple of minutes I was rewarded with the biggest load of come I ever imagined could exist.

I definitely had Roger’s attention now, and I continued. So, I told him, I did Joey. He kept finger-fucking me. I told him I was ready, and he rubbed Vaseline on his dick. It had never softened, I told Roger. Then, I related as I stroked Roger’s prick, Joey slowly rubbed his horsecock on my pussy. That got me so hot I couldn’t wait to get fucked. I had been anticipating this moment for months, I said, but try as we might, Joey never could get that rod into my cunt. After about five minutes, he deposited a huge creamy load all over my pussy. This continued for about two weeks, I told Roger, who by now was a bit red in the face and breathing hard. I jacked Joey off, and he rubbed his big dick on my mound till we both came. Before I could lose my virginity, Joey moved away. We never got to fuck!

Then, I told Roger, I started dating Wayne, a guy I went to school with. Within a week we were into heavy petting. He would finger my clit while I jacked his meat. I had been pleased to find, I told Roger, that Wayne had a nice dick that was only six inches long—nowhere near as thick as Joey’s. Now I was certain that it was time to get fucked. I was tired of finger-fucking! One night we were down at the boat dock, playing around. After he slipped my panties down from under my skirt, I sat on his lap, grabbed his cute cock and rubbed it all over my pussy.

When I was all hot, and lubricating like mad, I guided his prick into my virgin pussy. I slowly sank down on his cockhead. Joey must have broken me in well, I told Roger, because getting it all the way in was easy. I bobbed up and down on Wayne’s cock for a few minutes. Then I jumped off and flipped over onto my back, and Wayne started power fucking. This lasted about three or four minutes, and then he shot his wad. I didn’t come the first time, but it felt fucking unbelievable. I fucked Wayne for awhile, then fucked five or six other guys before I moved to Atlanta. None of the guys had anything close to Joey’s dick, I assured Roger, and I was sure Joey would be in Houston for the wedding, since his mother and father were the grandparents of Rick, the bridegroom.

Sure enough, Roger changed the dates of his sales meeting. For the next six weeks our sex was unbelievable. All I had to do was hint about fucking Joey on our weekend away, and I’d get the best balling of my life. Then Roger would suck my pussy until I shouted for joy. The weekend finally arrived. We were all packed and ready to go when the call came from one of Roger’s factories: major problems. Roger had to go troubleshooting. I was desolate; I was going to miss Rick’s wedding. Then Roger told me to go without him; he would catch a flight the next day.

I was a bit disappointed, since I’d bought some really sexy lingerie to wear for him on the trip, but I headed for the airport. I got into Houston about one-thirty in the afternoon, checked into the hotel and found my way to the pool. I went back to my room about four, to get ready for the wedding. On a wild impulse, I decided to shave my pussy. Roger had been after me to shave it for a long time. I left just a little triangle of short hair above my pussy. I didn’t know what I would do if I saw some of my old boyfriends, but I wanted to be ready.

I wore a conservative dress to the wedding, pale blue, off the shoulder, and about six inches above the knee. I put on white suspender hose (Roger loves them) with a pair of see-through silk panties. (I almost went with no panties at all.) I think I looked hot but not completely like a slut.

The wedding went well. I caught up with several people I hadn’t seen in years. I went from the wedding to the reception without incident. I was missing Roger, since he is so good with the public and with family, and I wanted to show him off to my old friends.

But this all changed in a matter of moments. Joey came up behind me while I was talking to some friends and said, “If you didn’t come down here with your husband, it’s his fault and not ours.” The next two hours flew by. We talked about old times, old friends and what could have been, what might have been. Joey told me that the one regret he had was that he never fucked me. We danced a lot closer than we should have, since everyone knew that I was married. When the party started winding down, Joey asked if he could drive me to my hotel. I told him, “Yes,” and before we left the reception I phoned Roger’s beeper and left the hotel number. I wanted urgently to speak to him. On the way to the hotel, Joey made it quite obvious what his intentions were. He kept running his hand up my skirt and trying to get it into my panties. I kept telling him to be a good boy. I saw no reason to lead him on unless I got the okay from Roger.

Once we got to the hotel bar I told Joey that I had to go up to the room to see what was happening with Roger. There was a message to call him at home. I called and asked him how things had gone at the plant. He said he had gotten everything cleared up and would catch a flight out the next day. He asked why I had phoned his beeper. I told him, “If you really want that fantasy to happen, tonight’s the night. I’ve got the guy downstairs, and he’s raring to go.” When I told him it was Joey, “the guy with the monster cock,” he went silent. I told him if he didn’t want it to happen, just say the word and I would blow the whole thing off. If he wanted it to happen—for real, no fantasy—I would take Joey up to our room and fuck him all night long. I told Roger if he said yes, not to change his mind. I told him once I left the room to go down to the bar there was no turning back. Roger told me to call him in the morning—after Joey left.

I decided to change out of my wedding garb. Roger had bought me a really sharp outfit for the weekend. It was a short plaid skirt with a solid blouse that was way too small. The blouse showed off my tits, and it had a vest that did the same. I kept my suspender panty hose on, but took off my panties. I got hot just thinking about that big log I was going to try and fit into my pussy.

I went back down to the bar and copped a seat beside Joey. He said I looked great and asked if it was a special occasion. I told him he’d have to wait and see for himself. We danced to a couple of tunes before he asked me what was going on that night. I took him by the arm and led him out of the bar to the elevator. I couldn’t wait any longer to get my hands around his dick.