When Cheryl leaned forward to kiss me, Bob’s cock slipped out of her pussy. Bob pulled Cheryl back toward him while furiously roaring, “What the fuck is going on? I thought I told you I don’t want this wimpy guy anywhere near you tonight!” Cheryl immediately turned her attention back to Bob as she cooed, “Oh, Bob, I’m so sorry. He won’t get in the way anymore, I promise. Come on, you get on top. I want you to fuck me hard.” She then lay back on the seat while Bob positioned himself between her luscious thighs.
All the while I continued to stroke my dick. I noticed Cheryl’s diamond engagement ring sparkling in the moonlight as she reached between her legs to insert Bob’s swollen rod. The lust and pride I felt when I saw her ring made me truly appreciate the fact that we were to be married. It was a truly incredible sight as I watched my fiancée with a muscular stud between her legs, her platform shoes draped over his broad shoulders with his glistening manhood pounding in and out of her soaked pussy. The car was rocking back and forth with Bob’s thrusts, and Cheryl’s moans and whimpers of orgasm created a real soundtrack of lust.
As I watched I felt an incredible craving to feel, taste and even smell my wife-to-be’s delicious body. Remembering the angry tone of Bob’s earlier remarks, I realized that for tonight at least Cheryl was to be Bob’s alone. Grasping about for some method of enjoying all the beautiful sensations of my fiancée, I finally reached over the seat and grabbed Cheryl’s discarded G-string. Clutching it in my hand, I immediately brought it up to my nose and savored the delicate smell of her perfume mingled with the musky scent of her pussy. As I watched Bob thrust in and out of Cheryl’s cunt, I slipped the silky panties over my hard cock and began to masturbate in time to their lovemaking. It was only a matter of minutes before Cheryl’s cries of pleasure triggered my orgasm. I squirted my pent-up sperm all over the tiny white triangle of her panties.
“Oooh, yes, yes. Fuck me harder!” moaned Cheryl as Bob brought her to yet another climax with his driving penis. Meanwhile, even a stud like Bob had his limit as Cheryl’s skillful caresses coupled with her luscious pussy pushed Bob to the limit.
He threw his head back and growled, “I’m coming, baby!” while unloading his seed into the depths of her pussy. After Cheryl and Bob had straightened up, I drove them over to Bob’s house.
“Would it be alright if I came in for awhile?” I asked, as I carefully parked Bob’s car out front.
“No way! I promised Cheryl I’d let you watch us once, but I’m not going to have you hanging around my house. You can get the bus down at the corner,” responded Bob. Cheryl noticed that I was very disappointed.
“Just a minute, Bob,” she said. “I’ve got an idea. Mike, why don’t you take out your dick and play with yourself for me.” I wasn’t sure what to do, but one look at Cheryl leaning forward with a mischievous grin and I immediately unzipped my pants to free my soft prick. “C’mon Mike, stroke it. Make it hard,” urged my fiancée. I began to slowly stroke my cock with my right hand while fondling my balls with my left. “You liked watching me fuck Bob, didn’t you Mike?” teased Cheryl as her eyes never left mine. “Did you see how many times I came? His cock is so big I just can’t get enough of it. It feels so good when he’s inside me I just want to fuck forever,” cooed Cheryl.
Giving Bob a sexy smile she reached over to run her hand over his crotch. I was quite close to coming for the second time that evening when Cheryl reached down between her legs and scooped up some of the copious semen leaking out from her pussy. She then brought her fingers to my lips so that I could smell and taste the remnants of their coupling. “That’s it Mike, lick it up,” whispered Cheryl while I licked and sucked her fingers clean, savoring the delicious taste of Cheryl’s juices coupled with Bob’s tangy semen. Bob, meanwhile, was chuckling softly, as he found the whole situation quite amusing. I ignored him completely, however, as I continued to stroke my manhood. Cheryl’s sexy teasing soon brought me to another tremendous orgasm as I spurted semen all over my hand.
As soon as I had finished spilling my load, Bob ordered me out of the car. I stood there, come dripping off my hand as Cheryl and Bob walked up the steps to the door. I longed for another opportunity to observe their passionate lovemaking, but it was not to be. As I learned later, Bob and Cheryl spent the remainder of the evening together engaged in a fabulous sex session. I took almost an hour to get home where I ended up masturbating to one more tremendous orgasm while just imagining Bob and Cheryl engaging in all manner of erotic escapades.
Cheryl and I were married last September in a beautiful small chapel in the mountains. We had planned on spending our honeymoon at a nearby resort, so after saying our goodbyes to the guests at the reception, we drove off to the resort. What I didn’t know was that Cheryl had planned a surprise for me when we finally reached our hotel. It was almost ten when we arrived. Following the custom, I lifted Cheryl up and carried her through the threshold into our suite.
As soon as I had closed the door, out came three enormous men from the bedroom. All three of the guys were well over six feet tall and played for a local semipro basketball team. “Congratulations Mike, my name is Larry and that’s Bill and Jim. Let me be the first to kiss the bride,” laughed one of the guys as he took Cheryl from my arms and gave her a wet kiss.
I guess I must have looked pretty shocked as Cheryl giggled, “Surprise, honey. I thought you might want our wedding night to be extra special, so I invited some friends. Why don’t you pour us some champagne to celebrate while we get comfortable in the bedroom.”
In Larry’s arms Cheryl looked like a tiny doll. As he walked into the bedroom my cock stiffened at the thought of these massive men making love to my bride. I poured five glasses of champagne while shedding my clothes. As I entered the bedroom, I noticed that even in her five-inch heels, Cheryl was over a foot shorter than any of the guys. Two of the guys had sandwiched Cheryl between them. While Larry was kissing my wife, Bill was intent on unzipping her dress. It wasn’t long before Bill had unzipped my wife’s wedding dress, tugging it down over her hips and tossing it unceremoniously into a corner of the room. Cheryl’s bra and panties didn’t last long either, leaving my lovely bride wearing a white lace garter belt, sheer white stockings and white satin heels.
My cock was near bursting as I watched Cheryl slowly unbutton Larry’s shirt to expose his muscular torso. She covered his chest in kisses, slowly working her way down toward his crotch. Cheryl then undid Larry’s belt and unzipped his slacks, pulling them down around his ankles. Cheryl repeated her actions with Bill and Jim until all three men were standing in their underwear. With a naughty little smile over at me, Cheryl knelt down in front of them and slowly tugged down first Bill’s then Larry’s and then Jim’s underwear to reveal their semihard cocks.
“Oh, wow, I love your big cocks,” moaned Cheryl as she began licking and sucking Larry’s large rod. It grew to at least ten inches! Next, Cheryl turned her attention to Bill. Within a couple of minutes his prick was also fully erect. Bill and Larry had by far the largest cocks I had ever seen, but when Cheryl had finished with Jim, I was shocked to see that his manhood was almost as big as my forearm!
As I learned later, Cheryl had contacted them through a local swingers’ magazine and she had carefully culled the ads looking for a group of well-endowed men. My pretty bride was absolutely fascinated with their cocks as she alternated between each of them, kissing and licking up and down the entire length of their shafts.
After enjoying my wife’s oral worship of his cock, Bill lifted Cheryl up and placed her on the bed. He immediately moved up between her outstretched legs and began to rub his giant cock-head between Cheryl’s juicy pussy lips. Just the touch of his prick on her clit excited my wife.
“You’re going to like this, baby,” Bill said.
“Hey, ditto, my man,” Cheryl retorted. “You are going to like this, too.”
I saw Cheryl shudder as the monster cock penetrated her inner walls. It wasn’t the first shudder nor would it be
the last. I wasn’t sure if it would fit in my wife’s tight pussy, but with her copious juices easing the way, Bill’s meaty cock was soon buried balls deep.
I couldn’t have imagined a more incredible wedding night as I softly rubbed my throbbing penis. Larry was standing near me sipping his champagne as he chuckled, “Man, I couldn’t believe it when your wife said she wanted us to fuck her on her wedding night. But hell, it sure looks like you are enjoying yourself.”
“Yeah, she’s the greatest,” I responded. “This is kind of a twist on the old bachelor party routine, isn’t it?”
I couldn’t help but bless the luck that had brought us together. From my vantage point all I could see of my wife was her clean shaven pussy, the soft creamy globes of her ass-cheeks resting on the bed, and her high heels kicking wildly in the air. Jim was seated on the bed next to my wife and he was running his hands all over Cheryl’s firm tits, pulling and teasing her erect nipples. I was stroking my cock when Jim reached back with one hand and began to toy with Cheryl’s pink asshole. This in itself was enough to give me a tremendous climax as I spurted semen all over my wife’s moist panties.
Bill continued to fuck my bride for almost thirty minutes as Cheryl experienced numerous orgasms. Larry and Jim were becoming somewhat impatient as they awaited their turns, so they stood at the edge of the bed while Cheryl eagerly alternated on sucking their glistening rods.
Since I had previously brought myself off, I was able to hold back, timing myself so that at the same instant Bill threw back his head and grunted, “I’m coming,” I came too, shooting my cream for the second time all over Cheryl’s panties.
When Bill pulled out of my wife, he got up off the bed and invited Larry to take his place. Larry immediately mounted my wife, using his large cock to fill and engulf her completely. As soon as he started thrusting she began to climax once again.
“Baby, you’ve got one hot little pussy. I’m going to make sure you don’t ever forget this night, that’s for sure,” Larry said as he banged her box.
Hearing this, Cheryl glanced over at me and sighed, “I love you, Mike. So far this has been the best day of my life.”
Cheryl’s attention was soon diverted by the pleasurable sensations emanating from her busy love-canal. Larry fucked my wife for at least thirty minutes, pounding her with a steady, pulsating beat until he came in a rush of orgasmic bliss.
Larry was quickly replaced by Jim, who eased his enormous rod into Cheryl so that she sighed in pleasure. I didn’t know she could take so much loving in one setting. They fucked for almost twenty minutes, both of them heaving and writhing as Jim’s cock slammed against Cheryl’s heated twat. I masturbated to another incredible orgasm watching them climax together.
When Jim finally pulled his cock from my wife, I immediately leapt onto the bed and began to kiss and caress my sexy wife. She was numb with pleasure, I thought, but still able to accept my attention.
I had a decision to make. I knew there was no way my cock could compare with the three massive members that had recently entered my pretty bride. Rather than fucking my sweet bride, I decided to lap up the juices oozing from her opening. It turned me on to think I could ingest the fruits of all this lust. Cheryl’s pussy was so loose from Bill, Jim and Larry’s huge cocks that my tongue immediately slipped deep inside her.
The taste and the smell was pungent. Gobs of tasty semen, mixed with the copious outpouring of Cheryl’s vagina, flooded into my mouth. I noticed her snatch was warm to the touch, a result of all the incredible friction and the huge demands placed on her sex by the three hunks.
“Oh, Mike, that’s it. Suck the come from my pussy,” moaned Cheryl as she rolled over on top of me, grinding her creamy snatch into my face.
The next day Cheryl would be sore, but for now she egged on my cunnilingus technique with total enthusiasm. For the next ten minutes I licked and sucked every drop of juice from Cheryl’s pussy, taking extra care to dart inside the walls of her cunt and titillate the knob of her clit as I did. The three guys were taking a smoke break as we performed our little marital ritual for them. Cheryl was squeezing her nipples as I rimmed her asshole and cunt with my moistly elongated tongue. We finally maneuvered into a 69 and she sucked my throbbing erection until I pumped what little sperm remained in my balls into her silky mouth.
Even after I had come, I remained so engrossed with licking and sucking Cheryl’s pussy that I didn’t even notice her sucking Bill’s cock. Before long I felt Cheryl’s hands on my head as she pushed me away so that Bill could move up between her legs. The two of them began to fuck hard and fast. Bill’s hips looked like a rivet machine, blasting my wife’s tender hole with feverish intensity. Soon they were joined on the bed by Larry and Jim. By this time I decided to give the four of them a little privacy so I quietly left the bedroom. I promptly fell asleep on the small couch in the other room.
It was almost three in the morning when I awoke to find Cheryl’s lips on mine. “Oh, sweetheart, I love you,” she whispered while taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom. The guys had just recently left and the room still had the musky aroma of semen mixed with Cheryl’s pussy juices. Cheryl was exhausted from her sexual marathon so we both instantly fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Since our wedding, Cheryl and I couldn’t be happier. She has a small group of lovers to choose from. About once a month she will invite one or more of them over to our house for a wild session of fucking and sucking. On these occasions, I’ll sit quietly nearby, masturbating to one orgasm after another. I can’t imagine a more perfect marriage.—M.R., Phoenix, Arizona
HAPPY COUPLE GETS AWAY TO PLAY, WITH ONE BEST FRIEND AND TWO STRANGERS
I have read in Penthouse Letters about husbands watching their wives make love to other men, but never figured I would be involved in it myself. I was never sure how I’d feel about it, either.
My wife is thirty-seven and I’m thirty-three. Gina is five feet five inches tall, has beautiful, platinum blonde hair and 34B boobs tipped with sensitive, lickable nipples. Her best feature is her butt. She weighs under a hundred pounds, so you can imagine she’s got a tight little “microbutt.” It is incredibly shapely even at this age.
We both keep in tip-top physical shape by exercising, playing baseball and tennis, biking and so forth.
During a troubled time in our relationship, she used to sneak off with a coworker to “talk” at a park near where they both worked. They only kissed; it never went any further than that. I had a sixth sense something was going on and asked her during the heat of lovemaking if she had ever kissed her coworker, Bobby. She whispered no, but then immediately changed it to yes as she quickly decided to get it off her chest, since it had been bothering her. While I was certainly turned on, I was also upset, and asked her to cease the physical part of the relationship with Bobby. She did that in one more trip to the park the next day.
Fast forward to Christmas of last year. We drove across the state to her hometown to celebrate Christmas with her parents. While we were there we saw her old best friend, Tracy, who had just gotten divorced. Tracy is thin and striking, though very small-breasted. Such a pretty face, with brilliant green eyes looking out through long, kinked blonde hair. She has an all over tan that she gets at the exercise club she practically lives at.
I asked Tracy if she had the cash to go with us to Jamaica to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary and Gina’s birthday. She said yes, and the trip was on.
The whole thing was a surprise, so Tracy stayed at another friend’s house the night before we were to leave. When Gina woke up I presented her with two of the three tickets. She packed her suitcase excitedly as I shuffled the kids like playing cards to a variety of friends and relatives.
When I returned, Tracy had arrived. We walked in to let Gina know that Tracy was coming with us.
Gina was thrilled, and traveling was a breeze. We arrived in the afternoon, got our act together at the hotel and went in search of some serious eating and drink
ing. As we danced through the night, Tracy, Gina and I all became a lot closer. We giggled, drank and became physically festive. Both girls were wearing minidresses that clung to their bodies.
I took some liberties with Tracy on the dance floor, with double entendres and tight dancing during the slow songs. Of course I made sure Gina got equal treatment. While I never got a full hard-on while dancing with Tracy, I knew she felt me at half mast, because I was holding her so tightly and she whispered that what I was doing felt so good.
We all stumbled back to the hotel in a drunken stagger. No one bothered to turn a light on as the moon shone in, giving us just the right amount of ambient romantic illumination. I quickly got cleaned up in the bathroom, and came out in just my underwear and cutoffs with the top button undone. Gina and Tracy lay on the two beds giggling and toasting themselves with tequila shots.
Their dresses had ridden high on their thighs, exposing their panties. Gina wore thigh-high black stockings under her black dress, with oh-so-French-cut black thong panties. Tracy had red panties on under her red dress and no stockings, since her tan legs were something you never wanted to cover.
I attacked Gina. Tracy ripped off her dress, revealing her red bra-and-panty set, but just as quickly got in under the covers. She rustled around under the sheets removing her undergarments, which she threw on our bed as I disrobed Gina. We’re not exhibitionists, so we threw the covers over us as I got my two stitches of clothing off as well.
Penthouse Uncensored V Page 9