Penthouse by Penthouse International Page B

the sweetness of his come. We exited the bathroom just in time to meet the bewildered stare of an older couple in their car. We were on the road again before they figured out what happened. Thoughts of that experience left a permanent smile on our faces.
    —J. S., California
    Thick Dick
    I’m a married woman who reads your letters with my husband on a regular basis. While our sex life is good, I have developed a craving for thick cocks. My husband’s is, let’s say, average. He is sympathetic to my cravings, and he even bought me an eight-inch dildo that is more than two inches thick. It helps, but it’s not like the real thing.
    Well, a couple of weeks ago, the annual rodeo was in town, and my cravings were finally satisfied. It all started when my company had its annual rodeo party after work. In the past I’d done a little dressing up for the event, but this year I decided to go all out. I bought a denim skirt that was split up the front and held shut by two snaps, a denim shirt with snaps, and some new boots.
    The day of the party was a hot one, so I left my bra at home. The party turned out to be a great big bore, and I left at around seven. As I walked by another party, somebody whistled at me. Always willing to acknowledge a compliment, I turned around and saw a man I do business with from another company. Bobby was at his company party, and he was apparently having a great time, as I would have expected, since he’s a real looker. At well over six feet tall, he has a fantastic body, well muscled and proportioned, topped off by a great personality. His wife is equally splendid as well, unfortunately. Bobby brought me into his party, and soon we had taken over the dance floor. Eventually, a slow song came on, and Bobby reached out, wrapped his powerful arms around me, and pulled me toward him. This caught me a little off guard. Actually, what caught me off guard was the lump in his pants.
    Because of our height difference, his cock was rubbing my belly just below my breasts. It was massive. Soon I found myself rubbing his cock with my tummy as we made our way around the floor. As I felt it grow in his jeans, he moaned softly, then he leaned down and whispered in my ear that I was going to get in trouble. I responded by lowering myself a little bit so my breasts were against his groin. He took my hint and pulled me closer. After the dance, we sat down at a table. Reaching over, Bobby took my hand and placed it on his groin, which now housed a truly impressive erection. When I squeezed it through his jeans, he responded by slipping his hand up my split skirt. After gently massaging my lips through my soaking-wet panties, he pulled his hand out and slipped a wet finger into my mouth. I have always enjoyed the taste of my pussy, and tasting my juices on a relative stranger’s fingers made my cunt throb.
    We hurriedly left the party and headed to the river’s edge, where we could see other couples in various stages of intercourse. It seemed like many people had the same idea! In the seclusion of the trees, Bobby and I kissed passionately, our tongues entwined as he lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his cool silver belt buckle pushing against my soaked panties. Holding me up with one hand, he pulled my skirt from me and let it fall to the ground, then he reached up and pulled my blouse open, exposing my breasts to the cool evening air. I had never felt such wanton lust for any man.
    Dropping to the ground, Bobby pushed me back onto my skirt, and as I raised myself to my elbows, he pulled my panties aside and ran his tongue up the length of my pussy. I gasped and fell back, thrusting my pussy up to him. He slid two fingers into me as his tongue went to work on my clit. Lying there in erotic bliss, I could hear the music from the party intermingled with the sounds of other secret lovers along the river. Soon I had my legs wrapped around his shoulders as I erupted in orgasm. As my shudders