Peter the Penetrator

College student Peter is renowned for his sexual feats. He is surprised when his buddy's younger sister eagerly wants to experience a carnal romp with him!

Part One

Back in 1985, I, Peter Barnsley, was a 20-year-old who was close to finishing my broadcast journalism course at a community college located just a 15-minute drive from my house. I was enjoying it thoroughly. Three of my high school buddies had enrolled in the same class, so that provided a pleasant degree of continuation. All my other classmates were, without exception, fun to be around and also dedicated to earning their diplomas.

Of course, school assignments were not on my mind entirely. Since the spring of 1975, I had been known to my friends and a select group of females as “Peter the Penetrator.” The monicker was bestowed on me as a 12-year-old because I was one of the first boys in my school who verifiably had gotten laid. Furthermore, the pretty classmate of mine (who shall remain anonymous) had openly praised my sexual equipment, performance and techniques. She came up with the amusing and flattering nickname for me as a sweet tribute. (Bless her heart!) Its existence quickly spread among both the male and female students. There was no point in my being embarrassed about it, so I embraced it. By the time I was 14, I was routinely being approached by horny females who wanted to put my “penetrator” label to the test. I eagerly obliged every time.

Gymnasium changerooms from elementary school all the way through college revealed an undeniable truth: I had been blessed with a sexual organ that was noticeably larger than any that my school peers possessed. When it was ready for action, it curled slightly upward. Over the years I came to realize that particular, subtle anatomical feature seemed to please my bedmates the most.

I preferred the thin, wiry type of girl for my carnal pleasures—although I would not turn away the meatier types. Actually, I was very democratic about my screwing. As long as the female was ready, willing and not at all interested in a serious relationship, I would cheerfully disrobe and put my weapon to use at a moment’s notice with practically anyone who wanted a fuck. In one instance, one satisfied bedmate named Gabrielle declared that our fuck had been an “epiphany” to her. Accordingly, she promised to give me strong reviews to all her friends—and her recently divorced mother, too. About a week later, I was joyfully riding Gabrielle’s 41-year-old mom, bringing both of us to strong orgasms. Life was just of bowl of cherries for me.

My reputation (and my apt nickname) followed me to college, with a lot of thanks to my three male classmates who enrolled in the same program as I did. For some reason, they seemed to live vicariously through my carnal adventures, so they shared tales of my bedroom conquests. Certainly, they exaggerated them, but I saw no need to correct the inaccuracies. If someone truly wanted to think that I’d easily pleased four girls in the same king-size bed one evening, who was I to crush that fantasy?

During my first semester in college, another enrollee in the broadcasting program was an airheaded female named Jody whose lofty goal in life was to be a weather girl on a TV newscast somewhere. She certainly possessed the looks to draw a large male audience, but a two-minute conversation with her would clearly indicate to any intelligent person that Jody was a vapid creature. That deficit didn’t stop me from giving her a world-class fuck 10 minutes after she asked if I was the guy known as Peter the Penetrator. When I confirmed that I was indeed the man she was looking for (in more ways than one), she quickly said, “Penetrate my pussy, please, Peter the Penetrator. I made up that phrase just in case we ever met—and now we’ve met. Wasn’t it cute?”

I praised Jody’s use of alliteration and swiftly took her to a vacant changeroom in the college’s TV studio. I knew it contained a large leather couch, perfect for giving Jody my timeless gift of sexual bliss. For some reason, I found her low IQ combined with her beauty to be sexually exciting. I helped her disrobe, laid her gently on the soft, black piece of lengthy furniture—and proceeded to give her an extreme fucking. “Peter the penetrator pleasantly pounds prominent pussy!” I said as I shoved my manhood roughly into her love hole. I followed that gem with, “Peter’s princely prick pokes pretty person’s private part.” Thus, I was stimulating Jody’s intellect and sexy young body at the same time.

The ceaseless fucking went on for about 25 minutes. I managed to come up with “Peter plays with perfect puffy protrusions” when I groped Jody’s fine breasts. Seconds after I launched a significant load of semen inside her muff, I uttered one final alliteration: “Peter the Penetrator’s penis provides palpable proof of perfection inside pretty and protuberant pussy.” As a wordsmith, I was enjoying the verbal fun as much as fucking this dimwitted sexpot. Well, it was almost as much fun.

Before I let Jody go, I talked her into letting me do something sexual to her that did not involve my famed appendage: I sucked on her luscious boobs for 20 minutes. I’m certainly glad I did, because Jody withdrew from the broadcast journalism program less than a week later and faded into oblivion. Television lost a sexy weather girl with her decision while I lost an easy and terrific lay. I never saw Jody again despite my prominent plans to promptly poke and puncture her precocious pussy permanently.

Part Two

Getting back to 1985, one major assignment we had in our program that semester was to record ourselves while doing some sort of live broadcast. We were aloud to work in pairs, if we chose. One of my old high school colleagues, Norman Fennel and I opted to call a baseball game since we both loved sports—and figured the leisurely pace of a ballgame would give us time to be both descriptive and witty. Our instructor said it was perfectly okay to do our own call of a game that was on the TV or radio, but we had to mute the sound and call the game with our own descriptions.

Norman and I cheated a bit on the assignment. We looked through the Major League Baseball box scores from the previous week and found a well-played game between the Chicago Cubs and Pittsburgh Pirates. There was no Internet at the time to give us a batter-by-batter account of the action, but we just made it up to match the numbers printed in the box score and created our own scorecard to coincide with what we were saying. It turned out excellently. For three hours, Norman and I were the college equivalent of Joe Garagiola and Tony Kubek from NBC’s Game of the Week.

I went to Norman’s home to do the fake broadcast on a Saturday afternoon in late April. Norman’s parents were away for the weekend, but his younger sister, Martha, was at home with him. She was a quiet girl who promised to stay out of our way once we started our baseball reenactment. I agreed to treat Norman and Martha to Chinese food as a thank-you to the former. My gratitude was twofold. First, he was providing the venue and the tape recorder for our project. Second, he had recently provided me with another girl, an 18-year-old busty brunette named Caprice, who wanted to hop into the sack to enjoy a tryst with the famous Peter the Penetrator. She turned out to be a highly enthusiastic young gal whose cowgirl style of fucking was truly memorable, skillful, and enjoyable.

I brought along a menu from my favorite Chinese food establishment so Martha, Norman and I could select our favorite dishes. With our list in hand I phoned the number, placed our order, and asked for home delivery. I was surprised to learn that this particular restaurant had a limited area of delivery—and the home of Norman and Martha was slightly beyond it. No amount of persuading the woman on the other end of the line could convince her to bend that rule. “You can make it a takeout order and pick it up yourself,” was the best she could do.

Norman quickly agreed to that option. “Hey, I’m dying for Chinese food tonight, so I don’t mind the inconvenience,” he said. “Our order is supposed to be ready in 40 to 45 minutes. It’s at least a 25-minute drive one way. I’ll leave right now and drop by a grocery store to pick up something for dessert, maybe a cake or a pie. I’ll be back as soon as I can. While I’m gone, please prepare the table for our Chinese feast and our mystery dessert. I’ll return in about an hour, I suppose.”

I pulled $40 out of my wallet—certainly an ample amount to pay for a three-person Chinese dinner in 1985—and handed it to Norman. He stuffed the bills into his pocket, grabbed his car keys, and pulled out of the driveway, leaving me and youthful Martha alone. I had never met her until this very day. In fact, I don’t recall Norman ever mentioning he had a sister. That stood to reason. I had only known Norman in passing during our high school years. We had really just been acquaintances back then and had only become close friends since entering college together.

Martha and I busied ourselves setting the dining room table for three settings. That took about two minutes to do. We engaged in a bit of small talk, but only for a short time. We operated in silence as Martha placed the tall water glasses near the plates. When that task was finished, she turned and asked me, “Are you the guy who’s known as Peter the Penetrator? I figure you must be him because your name is Peter and you’re a classmate of Norman’s.”

“That’s sound logic, Martha,” I told her. “Well deduced. Yes, I am that person, indeed.” I shook her hand as if we were meeting for the first time.

“I understand how you got your nickname,” Martha stated. “I heard Norman brag about your exploits to my dad. He enjoyed the stories. Are they true?”

I was a little bit embarrassed, but I admitted, “Well, I enjoy sex. I’m well equipped for it, and girls like what I do for them and to them.”

“You omitted that you are quite handsome, too,” Martha stated.

I thanked her for the compliment and told her she was very pretty herself. I wasn’t lying.

“We’ve got about an hour before Norman returns,” Martha surprisingly announced. “Is that time enough to give me a sample of your penetrating techniques, Peter?”

I looked at this young, desirable example of feminine beauty with the long brown hair, small breasts, and cute face who wanted to be serviced. How could I say no to her? She looked like an angel to me. “If we hurry!” I replied.

“Let’s hurry to my bedroom, Peter! But don’t mention any of this to Norman, please.”

I agreed to that reasonable request. I had no intention of telling Norman when he returned that I had ravaged his pretty little sister—even if she hadn’t requested that I keep it a secret.

Part Three

I followed closely behind this enthusiastic doll. Martha was an ideal bedmate. She was only about 5’2” in height, but I liked my bedmates on the small side. It gave me a sexy sense of dominance over them. It also made my dick look even more impressive.

We both disrobed quickly and hopped into Martha’s bed. Martha was on my right side. She promptly wrapped her arms around me with a delighted look on her face. I couldn’t help but hug her, too. This youthful girl was staggeringly cute—verging on beautiful. I began to fondle her undersized breasts. Somehow, they were perfect for Martha.

She rested her head on my shoulder for a moment while I fingered her nipples. “Tell me what I’m supposed to do,” she surprisingly stated.

“Well, you could always stimulate my dick by stroking it,” I informed her. She began softly tugging on it with her left hand. I advised her to simultaneously play with my balls with her right hand to give be the best possible erection. Martha complied—and my penis responded—extending to its maximum 7¼ inches.

Martha was transfixed by my enlarged manhood. “Is that as big as it gets?” she asked me.

I was taken aback for a moment, thinking I had been insulted. I responded to her question by asking a question of my own. “Isn’t that big enough for you, Martha?”

She looked at me with a bit of a blank expression. “I don’t know; I have nothing to compare it against. This is all new to me,” she honestly stated.

Then it dawned on me. “Oh, how stupid of me!” I concluded. “You’re a virgin, you beautiful angel! That is so wonderful that you wanted your first sexual experience to be with me!” I kissed her tenderly on her lips—and a tingling sensation immediately ran up my spine. I knew at that exact moment that this was not going to be an ordinary fuck for Peter the Penetrator. I was developing an emotional attachment to this girl after sharing a bed with her for about 90 seconds.

“Alright, Martha,” I said. “I will be as gentle and loving with you as absolutely possible. That’s going to be a challenge because your virginity has made me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.” I pointed at my erect penis to draw her attention to it. “And by the way, sweetheart, that is as big as it gets—and no girl at any age has ever complained about it not being big enough.”

My bedmate began to nervously giggle.

“Martha, I’ll tell you in advance everything I will do to you,” I informed her. “You won’t be required to do much at all, believe me.”

“Sounds great to me!” she replied with enthusiasm. She kissed me on the cheek, too. There was no end to Martha’s overall cuteness.

“I’m going to lick your pussy right now,” I told her as if I were her teacher—which was sort of the case. “I think you’ll need a moist vagina to take my big dick inside you. I’ll begin, but I have a hunch you’ll produce your own wetness soon.” Accordingly, I positioned Martha in the center of her bed while I slid down and put my face between her thighs. At that moment I could think of nothing else but “virgin pussy”. I was delighted, of course.

I began with slow but licks on her hairy bush, but then I increased the pace and included sucking on it as well as licking it. It was fabulous—and Martha was enjoying every second of it. As I predicted, her response was a decent sized squirt. It startled her for a moment, but then she broke into laughter. It only stopped when I resumed my licking.

“Peter, I’m surprised you like licking a girl’s vagina even after she’s had an orgasm.”

“That’s like ambrosia for me, honey,” I replied with love. “You keep coming and I’ll keep lapping it up.”

After several more minutes of pussy licking in which Martha was nearly in a state of euphoria, I announced, “My very aroused dick tells me it needs to enter your vagina right now. It can’t be stopped.”

“Can I lick it and suck on it first, Peter?” Martha hopefully asked me.

I smiled at her and calmly stated, “I stand corrected. That offer will make me delay fucking you for a little while. Let’s trade places on the bed.” We did.

Martha was apparently waiting for fellatio instructions from me instead of relying on her own sexual instincts. I was more than happy to give my beautiful bedmate all the coaching she required to give me an excellent blowjob. “Okay, Martha,” I said coolly. “Bend down and grab my stiff shaft. Put my dick in your mouth and start licking it.” She did and I could feel it twitch.

“It’s a lively thing, isn’t it?” she confirmed.

“With you sucking on it, what else could it be? Flaccid?” I joked. “Keep licking it, Martha. Suck on it occasionally for a bit of variety—and for God’s sake don’t accidentally bite it. Good! Now I want you to draw your tongue directly across the top of it, focusing on the opening. Yes, that’s awesome. The feeling is incredible. Good girl!”

Martha looked at me with admiring eyes. I was doing the same to her. “Am I doing alright for a newcomer?” she asked.

“You’d be doing fantastic for an old pro!” I exclaimed. “You’ll have to stop now, Martha, or I’ll come in your mouth at any second. Let’s get you back up here where I am. That way I can fuck you thoroughly.” I quickly glanced at the clock in Martha’s bedroom. I noticed we still had about 30 minutes before Norman was due back.

I announced, “I’m going to fuck you standing up because I want a good look at when I penetrate your pussy. I don’t want to hurt you, Martha, but I do want to give you a fabulous fucking. I can monitor things best with your pussy at the end of the bed and me standing just behind it.”

“Whatever you say, Peter. You’re the expert and I’m the novice here,” she noted.

“You are a great novice, Martha!” I insisted. “Spread your sexy legs so I can see that marvelous pussy that I licked. Ah, yes! What a terrific sight!”

I rubbed my fully erect penis against Martha’s still wet vagina. Then I slowly and cautiously entered her. “I’m slowly pushing my dick in your hole, Martha. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t make my dick smaller. It is what it is.”

Martha said nothing; she just nodded. But I could see a look of worry on her face. I had only put the head of my penis in her warm hole—and she was already feeling a touch of discomfort.

“You just have to get used to it,” I told her. “Trust me. It will start to feel marvelous to you very soon.”
I continued pushing. Martha continued to grimace after about two inches of me slid down her snug love channel. I was about to stop out of mercy when Martha’s expression noticeably changed for the better when I was about three inches deep inside her.

“Ooh, I think I’m starting to like this, Peter. Push deeper, please.”

“As you wish, honey, as you wish!” I replied. I picked up the slow pace of entry and basically drove my entire long schlong into my beautiful, young, virginal bedmate. Martha yelped for a second and then cooed with satisfaction. I slid my dick in and out of her perhaps three times before I erupted. Rope after rope of jism filled her tight pussy. It was undoubtedly the best sexual experience I had had to that point in my life—and I’d had some wondrous ones in my 20 years of being the famous Peter the Penetrator.

“I think I’ve been properly penetrated by Peter,” said Martha who was displaying a devilish grin while lying on her back. She even began to play with her tits, which was a real turn on for me.”

“You have, indeed,” I said. “I’d love to suck on those appealing nipples, but I think Peter could arrive in about 10 or 12 minutes. Let’s clean up and pretend we’ve just been innocently talking since he left.

That jolted Martha into action. She admitted she had completely lost track of time while enjoying our encounter. She rushed to get dressed and made her bed halfheartedly before just deciding to shut the door to conceal the evidence of our impromptu fucking session. As I pulled my underwear back on, I noticed a drop or two of blood on the tip of my penis. Now that was sexy!

We both rushed back out to the living room and sat on the couch very close together. “We don’t know exactly when Norman will return with the Chinese food,” Martha stated. “It might be eight minutes from now or 38. What should we do to occupy our time?”

I paused a moment before saying, “I suggest we kiss and cuddle while we wait because I think I fell in love with you in the last hour. I’m not kidding.”

Martha didn’t say a word in response. We just embraced and romantically kissed…and kissed…and kissed some more. It was a glorious 22 minutes.

Five minutes before Norman’s arrival, Martha said to me, “I understand the taped broadcast you and my brother are making tonight counts as a two-person project, but you each have to submit an individual broadcast, too, sometime before the semester ends. Am I right?”

“Yes, that is correct, Martha,” I said. “Very good! Tell me why you are so interested in your brother’s college curriculum.”

“Well, maybe for his solo project, Norman could describe our next fucking session. That would be something totally unique in broadcasting history!”