Letters to Penthouse XXII

by Penthouse International

  Connie started out by modeling a few teddies that she looked fantastic in. Then it was time for the main show. She had slid the partition open a crack, so we could hear each other speak. As Connie started to take off the last teddy, she told me to feel free to make myself more “comfortable” and pointed out some lotion and tissues located on a small table next to my chair. She had obviously prepared for my visit.

  She was sitting on the stage, her beautiful body just a few feet away. Then she spread her long legs, and I saw her lovely pussy. Connie was completely shaved except for a small patch of red hair above her clit. I undid my fly and let my enormous pole jut out. Connie eyed my erection appreciatively, her smile expanding remarkably. Then, showtime!

  She started out by posing in a variety of positions, showing me every possible inch of her body. My favorite was when she got on her hands and knees with her beautiful ass pointed right at my face. Her round ass was a sight for sore eyes—and flaccid dicks, maybe. I had no trouble getting it up, but I thought that Connie’s ass in your face the way it was now in mine would be a sure cure for impotence.

  She then reached her hands back to spread her cheeks and expose her good-looking pussy and asshole. She had long red fingernails that made her actions even more of a turn-on. She stuck one of her fingers deep inside her anus. I looked at the tight and puckered sphincter closing around her inserted digit and began stroking my cock like a madman. The sexual surge I got was tremendous.

  Connie turned to face me and reclined on the pillows. She started massaging her melon-size tits and rubbing her clit, while asking if I liked what I saw. Connie continued talking to me as she stuck a finger far up her pussy and told me how wet it was.

  By now my strokes were frenzied and I was grunting, I knew I would ejaculate any minute. As Connie continued to finger herself, she encouraged me by talking dirty. “I wonder what you would do if this glass wasn’t here?” she teased.

  I told her I had been thinking about fucking her for a long time, and started to stroke my cock faster as I thought about it. This seemed to arouse her even more and I could see her pussy juice glistening on her finger as she pulled it in and out of her sucking cunt.

  “If I let you fuck me, how would you want to come? Would you come on my tits so I could lick it up? Or would you come in my pussy? Maybe you’d prefer coming in my big mouth?” she asked.

  “All of the above,” I replied.

  “Hmm. Well, I want you to come in my mouth,” Connie said.

  This just about sent my semen blasting out of my dick then and there. The thought of blowing my hot sperm down her throat was almost too much to handle. As we continued to talk, we both kept our hands moving faster and faster, encouraging each other’s masturbation with sighs and moans.

  “I’m getting really close, Barry,” she moaned. All of a sudden, Connie worked herself into an explosive orgasm. Her body trembled from head to toe and an utterance seemed to build in her gut and rise to her throat, then out of her mouth to echo off the walls. When it subsided, her breathing was still husky as she slowly came back down to earth.

  Connie slowly regained her composure. She turned her attention to me and asked, “How are you doing, honey? Are you getting close too?”

  I was too close to do anything but moan in answer to her question. I stroked my cock faster and faster. That’s when Connie answered my fervent prayers. She slid the glass panel open completely, then positioned her open mouth near the tip of my long, hard cock.

  Knowing what she wanted me to do, I hunched forward with a final grunt and ejaculated directly into her waiting mouth. Connie guzzled my semen down and then licked her lips. Then she asked me for a kiss and we tongued each other. I found myself tasting my come as we did so. I found it kind of salty.

  My girlfriend is pleased about my new habit of going shopping for sexy lingerie for her once a week now. She doesn’t know the full story, of course, but Connie is happy to model whatever outfit I choose. Now when I see her after Connie. I always have a great gift for April, and a hard-on.—B.M., Detroit, Michigan

  FOREVER LOVING AMBER

  For many years I have fantasized about my wife being seduced by another man. To the best of my knowledge, Amber had always been faithful during our ten years of marriage. She is a terrific sex machine, and I’m good at giving her the occasional tune-up.

  My wife dresses conservatively in public, but she gets slutty in the privacy of our bedroom. She loves wearing crotchless panties, garter belts, fishnet stockings and four-inch fuck-me heels.

  Even in public, prim and proper Amber turns heads. She has flowing hair, piercing eyes and a beautiful face. It doesn’t hurt that she’s five-seven with a stuff-of-legend bod. My fantasy has always involved pairing my sexy wife with a man in his early twenties. Then one day not so long ago, I was happy at last to meet my match.

  Jason was a hunk. He was tall, with dark hair and a muscular body. When I first saw him working at the corner store, I decided that he would be my wife’s lover, assuming he had a love-muscle in keeping with his biceps, abs and pecs. I made my move. One night while she was shopping at the mall, I introduced myself to Jason and invited him to our place for drinks.

  “Do you like pornos?” I asked him as we finished our second glass of red wine.

  “Who doesn’t?” he said with a broad grin.

  I put on my favorite porno, featuring a big-fitted blonde. She was in her late thirties, like my wife, and was being screwed by a handsome young stud.

  That’s when Jason confessed his fantasy had always been to have sex with an older woman while her husband watched

  “That’s my fantasy too,” I said, smiling.

  Jason smiled back, understanding me completely. Hot shit, I’d picked a good one! We made our plan. When my wife returned home, we would be finishing up our wine and listening to my collection of rare jazz recordings: seventy-eights, all of them.

  In acting out our routine, I’d say we needed more wine and would offer to drive to the store to get it. The closest store that sold good wine was about thirty minutes away. That would leave Jason alone with Amber, and leave plenty of time for events to unfold. Well, that’s exactly what commenced, about twenty minutes later, when she came home.

  I drove a few hundred yards, parked my car and came back to our living room window. I had been careful to make sure there was a small slit between the drapes and that the window was cracked open.

  Jason was sitting on the sofa, and Amber was in a nearby chair. They seemed to be having a nice, polite chat. On the surface, maybe, but I could tell my slutty wife was already secretly aroused by being in the presence of such a perfect male specimen.

  “Are you married, Jason?” she asked, sounding polite but running her tongue provocatively over her upper lip, concluding the act with a radiant smile.

  “No, I haven’t met the right older woman yet,” he said.

  “Older woman. Why an older woman?” she asked, genuinely intrigued.

  “I guess they just turn me on,” he said, then added, “especially redheads.”

  My wife blushed. But I could see she was really checking the young, handsome stud out. She was especially interested in the huge bulge in the crotch of his tight jeans.

  “Well, Jason,” my wife whispered coyly, slipping closer to him, “I guess you must really like me then.” The fingertips of one hand lightly touched that exciting lump beneath the denim.

  Jason obviously did. He began kissing her passionately, as my wife’s right hand gripped his bulging crotch. She squeezed his huge cock through his jeans.

  “Look at my prick,” Jason said, unzipping his fly and pulling out his monster rocket. My calculation was perfect. Jason had a dick built to please sluts. It was at least nine inches of marvelous meat. I was impressed. My cock is only six inches long when fully erect, which it was fast becoming.

  My wife was impressed too. “My stars and deliverance,” she gasped, rapt at the first sight of this love reptile. “It’s so big.
I never saw one like that before!”

  Amber is an expert cocksucker, but she doesn’t just lick and suck. She worships a prick with her pretty mouth. I was delighted to see my wife adoring, eager to suck another man’s dick.

  “Like to give this a blowjob?” Jason asked, his voice husky with desire.

  “Uh-huhhhh!” she moaned, flashing her teeth, flaring her nostrils and heaving her breasts.

  She opened her mouth and Jason put his massive dong down her moist and ready throat. Her hands gripped his ass. She sucked him like a pro and within minutes he was coming in her mouth. Then the stud pulled his semierect rod from her lips and began stroking it back to its full nine-inch grandeur.

  “I want to fuck you,” Jason said. My wife struggled to control her lust.

  “I want to fuck you too, but my husband will be back any minute,” the little cheat said, grinning and horny as hell.

  I couldn’t believe my ears. I was thrilled at how easily my fantasy was coming true. I heard my wife tell her young lover that she would come to his apartment the next night. Jason agreed and they both cleaned up. A few minutes later I rang the doorbell. I brought in the wine, a fine Moulin-a-Vent quite ready for drinking, and Jason had a glass of it before saying that he’d better get going.

  After he left, I didn’t let on that I knew anything. I just balled my wife as I hadn’t balled her in years. She squealed under my six inches, but I knew deep down she was imagining a further three: it was Jason’s cock she was thinking about, pounding into her pussy.

  The next afternoon, I called home from the office to tell Amber I had to work late and wouldn’t be back till well after midnight. I knew this would give my cheating wife all the time she needed.

  But I had no intention of working one minute longer. Instead, I drove over to Jason’s place. He let me in to his apartment, and set me up in his bedroom closet. I had a good view through the door, which was left slightly ajar.

  I didn’t have long to wait. About ten minutes later the buzzer sounded. It was Amber. Soon I heard moaning sounds emanating from the living room. That’s when I pulled my six-inch erection out and got ready for some hot action.

  They came into view, holding hands. Jason sat back arrogantly on his bed, a water bed no less, while Amber did a slow striptease, down to her garter belt and fuck-me red vinyl hip boots.

  My sweet slut always did that for me before getting fucked, but now, to my utter delight, she was doing it for him. She was making moves that had always delighted me and would surely be the moves to delight another man while I watched them, delighted in a new way.

  For the next two hours, I saw my fantasy come true. My wife sucked the young stud’s cock like a maniac. Then Jason ate out her pussy. Then, 69 was the lucky number as they did each other simultaneously. The whole time I was jacking off, alternating between caressing my rod and whipping it furiously, coming every few minutes. It was such a turn-on! I kept getting hard, being able to renew myself because I was just so damn excited.

  They were unstoppable, those two. He screwed her every which way. Amber rode his cock and he fucked her doggie-style. He even stuck his meat up her ass, something that thrilled but also surprised me. She had never let me ream her, but she didn’t hesitate for Jason.

  Best of all, she kept crying out how great he was, how much she loved him, how he was so much better than I was! When she said she couldn’t live without his big, thick cock up her pussy and asshole every day, I shot a load right out the closet door! Jason’s secret and mine was shot too. I sat in the closet babbling that I couldn’t believe what I’d been seeing and hearing.

  Okay, so now it’s a total act. Since that beautiful first night my wife and her young stud have become regular lovers. But now their affair is an open secret, and I’m a model of cooperation. They don’t mind when I “work late” at the office, and they love it when I watch them in the act. So do I!—F.V., Mississauga, Ontario

  SKYSCRAPER SEX SCENES

  I’m a businesswoman and I’m very dedicated to my job. This leaves me little time for a social life, never mind any relationship. I spend many of my nights alone in my office, with fantasies of explicit sex running through my mind.

  Walking over to the large plate glass window that goes right to the floor, looking out over the city below, I wonder just how many people in the buildings across the avenue could look right in at me, watching my every movement. In the chic restaurant right across the street, where only the rich can afford to dine: what about them, would they find pleasure in looking at me? If they were able to watch me, would they even notice my young, firm body, my full breasts, my long, curvaceous, restive legs?

  Suddenly, feeling extremely turned on; the exhibitionist in me emerges. Slowly, I run my fingertips over the front of my sheer silk blouse, over my breasts. The fabric of my lace brassiere teases my hardening nipples.

  Feeling the heat of desire flowing through my entire body, I slowly unbutton my blouse and pull it open to expose my pale flesh to all who are able to see it. My long auburn hair flows down over my shoulders and between my breasts. I slide my blouse down off my shoulders, letting it slide from my body to the floor.

  My skin is soft under my touch. My hardening nipples are a light shade of pink, and the areolae blend neatly into my creamy flesh. Rolling those hard buds between thumbs and forefingers, I lift my tits as I lower my mouth to suck first one, then the other nipple. My body grows hot, a dampness forms between my legs.

  My fingers move down my flat tummy to the band of my skirt. Sliding my fingers inside, I twist my hips, pulling the skirt from my body. Letting it fall down around my feet, I kick it to the side with the spike of my high heels.

  I spread my legs apart slightly. My black lace panties are damp from my juices. With my fingertips, I probe my pussy through the material. Sliding my other hand down inside the front of my panties, I massage my throbbing clitoris, then grind my hips.

  This just isn’t enough, I want so much more! I want to feel something buried deep inside of me. I want to be fucked in every way possible, in every hole I have. Turning away from my place in front of the window for only a minute, I reach into the top drawer of my desk, pulling out my best friend. That would be a long, thick cock, complete with two huge balls as its base.

  Grabbing hold of the back of my swivel chair, I pull it over to the window. I sit myself down in the fine leather, as it surrounds my body like a glove. Lifting my legs, I press my heels against the glass of my window. Concentrating on my own reflection in the window, I see the wet crotch of my panties. I pull it over to the side, exposing my cunt lips.

  I coat my fingers with my juices and turn my vibrator on as I run the very tip over my inner thighs to my tight asshole. I run it up and down the length of my hot cunt. I press only the tip of this wonderful machine inside my hole.

  Bringing my finger to my swollen red lips and flicking my tongue out, I lick the sweet juices, sucking my fingers into my mouth one at a time. Savoring the taste, knowing how very nice it is to be with another woman, to enjoy the smell of her body and the taste of her fluids as I suck on her cunt, I reflect that no man can ever do for me what another woman is able to do.

  I can’t wait any longer. I need to be fucked. Gripping the vibrator at its base, shoving it deep inside my hole, I thrust it still deeper and raise my hips to welcome this wonderful pleasure.

  As I continue to fuck myself, twisting it deep inside of me, my finger strokes and caresses my throbbing clit. Moving my fingertips in a circular motion, I continue to grind my hips. Still, this just isn’t enough, I need more. Pulling my legs down underneath my body, pressing my heels into my fleshy ass-cheeks, I lift my body up as I position my toy in the fold on my chair.

  As I thrust my hips up and down, letting the full length of the humming toy slide in and out of my slippery hole, I bring one hand up to my jiggling tit. Squeezing my flesh between my fingers, I lower my hot mouth to suck and nibble on my hard pink tips.

  Totally absorbed in
my own little world, I do not even notice that someone has wandered into my office. One of the security guards has come in, hearing my moans, asking if something is wrong. Wrong question!

  He’s very pleased with what he sees. He has a clear view and can behold my obvious desire to be fucked. With his arrival in my office, my entire body is electric. My fluids flow freely over my vibrator. My clitoris is a hard little knob as I stroke myself hard and fast. Orgasm overruns my entire body and my cries bounce off the walls of the room.

  Swinging my chair around, I come face to face with a fine-looking man. His long dark hair flows down over his shoulders. He has an olive complexion, setting off his deep dark eyes. His body is strong, well built and the smile on his face tells me that he’s enjoyed what he has seen.

  “Well, hello there,” I greet him. “And just who might you be?”

  “I’m a security guard here,” he replies. “I heard your cries and I just had to make sure that everything was all right. I can see that it is, just like yourself.”

  Of course, I’d prefer a curvaceous woman, but he’s what’s here, so he’ll do!

  “Tell me,” I ask, “would you like to join me here? I’d love to have a fine man buried deep in me. How’d you like to fuck me?”

  “I could do you a hell of a lot better than that piece of plastic you’ve been shoving inside of yourself,” he says. I don’t quarrel.

  Moving across the room, laying his strong hands on my shoulders, he puts his mouth hard against mine. Snaking my tongue into his mouth, pressing myself tight against his body, I feel the beat of his heart against mine.

  I pull at the front of his shirt, exposing his sculpted body to full view. I run my fingertips down his chest to his hard firm belly. As his hands grab my breasts, kneading my fleshy mounds between his fingers, his mouth sucks the side of my neck.