Letters to Penthouse XVII

by Penthouse International

  He was clenching and unclenching his fists, wanting so badly to snatch her up and fuck the hell out of her, but she wouldn’t have it. His legs started trembling and I could tell that he wanted to work his rod down her throat, but he somehow managed to restrain himself.

  Once again she opened her mouth wide and took him in deeply. When she closed her mouth down around the thick, hard pole, she growled and began moving her mouth around his cock, careful to keep her teeth away from the sensitive skin. The deeper she worked his cock in the more loudly he groaned. She opened her eyes and looked at him, an intense fire blazing brilliantly inside them. She slid back off his erection only to jam her head deeply down on it again, this time sliding his prick all the way in.

  He gasped and his body stiffened as it became obvious that he was about to orgasm. My wife’s eyes blinked in surprise and her head jerked back involuntarily as she suddenly grasped his cock and positioned it inches away from her open waiting mouth. Her hands worked it over for a second until it bucked again, sending a thick, steamy load of jism across her face. A second later another gush landed perfectly, right in her gaping mouth.

  The man she had just serviced was groaning frantically, then suddenly he was apologizing for coming so quickly. She simply smiled and began wiping her face off on his cock. She opened her mouth and let his come drip out onto his cock before placing his long pink rod back between her lips and licking it clean.

  I’d never seen her do that before and at first couldn’t understand why she did. She only stood and smiled at her lover and said, “That’s okay. Don’t worry. We aren’t even close to being finished yet, if I can help it.” With that, she pushed him back down onto the bed and slid his legs up so that his feet were pointed straight at the camera lens.

  “For right now, it looks like I have a little more cleaning up to do, doesn’t it? While I do that, I’ll give you something to keep yourself occupied.” She stepped back and started sliding her now undone pants all the way down, revealing a serious lack of panties. As she stepped out of them, she let her open shirt fall to the floor as well.

  I was stroking my cock wildly as I watched her climb up on the bed, thinking that she was going to mount him right then. But as she got to him she paused to let him explore her succulent breasts with his mouth and tongue. That time it was her breathing that began to grow heavy. She was on her hands and knees over his face, watching him go to work. All of a sudden she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face hard and firmly to her tits.

  “Suck them!” she demanded. His tongue worked on her like a seasoned professional, swirling around her nipples and then pushing hard into them. Every few seconds he would pull his face back and tease her nipples by flicking his tongue back and forth across the tender tips gently and passionately. He worked one of those gorgeous breasts over, and then set about working on the other. Suddenly she pushed him back. I knew from experience that such self-restraint had taken some real effort on her part, as she loves to have her breasts worked over. Deep down inside she wanted to let him go, but she knew that the show had to go on.

  “I have something else for you,” she said. With that she turned toward the camera and straddled his face, saying, “Suck on this while I clean you up.” She slowly lowered her snatch down onto his mouth. I could see his tongue begin to go to work on her clit. She held her body up just high enough so that the camera could view his attentions. Her eyes were closed and she was grinding her hips frantically into his face.

  Her eyes opened wide as she looked directly into the camera. The look of longing on her face told me that she wished I was there too. I read her lips before she let out a long, loud ecstatic moan. She stared back into the videocamera and mouthed, “I hope you can see this!”

  She looked back down and watched his tongue working her pussy over, and then looked back to the camera—and at me. Shaking her head in disbelief she said aloud, “My god, this is so good! I should have done this a long time ago!” She laughed then moaned again deeply as her hips squirmed to put his tongue in the right spot. “Aaah, yeah!” she gasped. Still sending her secret messages to me she added, “I am so turned on! I hope you’re as turned on as I am right now!”

  “Oh yeah, baby! I am! I am!” His words came out muffled from beneath her. He had thought that she was speaking to him all the time, but I knew differently. She giggled with delight, realizing that she had unknowingly been speaking out loud, and soon seemed to understand that she could actually speak to me while pretending she was speaking to him. She smiled at me again, flashing a wide grin, the kind of grin that said, “Now watch this!”

  “It’s time to clean you up,” she said as she lowered her face down onto his stiff rod. She picked it up with her fingers, looking at the thick coat of come and spit that covered its length. Her eyes peeked up at the camera for one last second and then she slid her tongue up the shaft of his cock just enough to catch the cream on the tip of her tongue. Slowly she pulled her head away, watching the jism follow in a long stream hanging from her tongue back to his cock. She was toying with it like a cat would toy with a mouse.

  When the string of cream hung a few inches from his dick to her tongue, she began twirling her head around slowly and gently. She worked her way down to his balls again and began lapping up the jism and spit that had gathered there, being sure to open her mouth and let me see the creamy liquid before she gulped it down.

  As I watched, my excitement had driven me beyond any point of restraint. She gulped the last mouthful of his come down her eager throat just as I shot my load all over my chest and face. I wanted to get up and get a towel to clean myself off but I couldn’t. I was frozen there in front of the television screen, unable to move, unable to take my eyes off of the exquisite sexual drama being played out before me.

  As she gulped the last mouthful of come down her throat, she pushed herself up and raised one knee off the bed. She leaned forward and began to watch him lick, lap, nibble, tickle and fuck her mound with his mouth. She pulled her thin pussy lips apart so that both she and I could watch this stranger tongue her clit. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, whimpering loudly as her pleasure grew. Her hips were bucking and gyrating across his face, and he was eating her for everything he was worth.

  “Yes! Yes, oh yes!” she moaned as her body jerked and stiffened with an orgasm that they must have heard in the next room. The young man never slowed down but instead continued lapping her cunt, drinking her juices in. She moaned over and over again as she collapsed on top of him.

  After a few moments, she climbed off his face and grabbed his cock again. “Time for big boy here to go back to work.” She took it into her mouth once more and began nursing it back to life. Within just a few seconds it was ready for another round. Quickly she flipped over onto her back so her head hung off the bed, facing the camera.

  She lifted her head as he climbed in between her spread legs and said, “Now you’re going to fuck me.” She dropped her head back down to look into the camera and continued, “And I want you to watch that beautiful prick pumping in and out of me.”

  I smiled in anticipation and watched intently as he pressed his cock into her. I was wildly stroking my own erection for the second time that afternoon. It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen in my life. I smiled once again when I noticed that her lover had also obeyed her and was watching his own cock slide in and out of her cunt.

  My wife lay there gasping, moaning, growling, begging for more, begging him to fuck her deeper, harder and faster. She was a crazed woman. Her sweaty tits were bouncing back and forth as he pumped away and her eyes were half-closed as she rapturously moaned her approval. She reached up and squeezed her breasts, playing with them, then shot one hand down to her crotch and started to manipulate her clit.

  By that time she was howling and he was gasping and groaning. She grabbed his ass and started jerking him into her, forcing him to slam his cock as deep inside as he could get it. She would hold him inside for a mo
ment while she ground her hips into him to get a little more distance out of his cock. Then she would back him out and slam him in again. As his rod plunged in, her eyes went wide and she clamped her pussy on him, holding him in tightly. She became tense and was convulsing madly while another orgasm shuddered through her body.

  I could tell that the young man was fighting to hold back his own orgasm. As her climax began to subside, he finally screamed, “Jesus, I’m coming again!”

  She pushed him out and said, “No, I want you to come on my stomach and breasts so I can see it happen.” He pulled his rod out of my wife and started stroking it wildly. It pulsed once and then his come suddenly flew through the air. He was sending load after load of thick sperm all over her stomach and chest, and I was sending load after load all over mine!

  As he finished he could do nothing more than collapse on the mattress beside her. She smiled at the camera, rolled over and began licking what was left of the creamy fluid off his shriveled cock. He was moaning again, this time from his dick’s extreme sensitivity. She licked it over and over before sitting up and straddling his chest. She looked into the camera, smiled that evil smile again and began wiping the come from her body one fingerful at a time, licking it off as if she were sneaking icing off a birthday cake.

  When she finished, she got up in a decidedly businesslike manner and informed her young lover that the time had come for him to get up and get dressed because he had to leave. Shocked, he looked at her and said, “Why can’t I stay? You’ve already rented the room. Why don’t we just spend the night here?”

  “No, I’m sorry,” she said, “but you have to go.” She quickly gathered his clothes and then practically pushed him out the door. As he passed the threshold I could hear him say, “But I don’t even know your name, can I call you sometime?”

  “No, you can’t,” was her only reply.

  “But—” The door slammed closed.

  A second later she was standing in front of the camera again. She began pulling her clothes on and and said, “I paid for this room for three days.” Holding up more cassettes, she added, “And I have two more blank tapes. Today was number one. Tomorrow you’ll be receiving tape number two and the day after you’ll get tape number three. Each one is going to be completely different. I don’t want to give the plot away but let me just say that the pussy and breast shots in the second tape will be great.”

  With that she reached forward and turned off the camera. I sat there in my living room, the screen having gone to blue. My pants were down at my ankles, and I stared in shock and disbelief. I had no idea what to do. All I knew for sure was that I would be up bright and early and standing in front of the mailbox in the morning, waiting for the postman to arrive.—B.N., Indianapolis, Indiana

  A HORNY LAWYER WINDS UP FUCKING ALL AROUND HER, BUT THIS TIME THEY ENJOY IT

  My wife Evangeline is a lawyer with her own general practice. She’s thirty-six years old and quite striking, with a wonderful figure and a lovely face. When she walks in a room, she’s definitely noticed. Ordinarily, she dresses stylishly but conservatively, which makes sense especially considering her profession, but for special occasions like a formal night out or a sporting event, she’s comfortable wearing clothing that shows off her body, especially her breasts and legs.

  We both work long, hard hours, and for the past year I’ve been particularly absorbed in a new start-up business that makes me spend a lot of time away from home. Evie has been understanding about this and has used the time to further build up her practice, and she also has a broad circle of friends that she can count on to spend time with. When we’re together, she’s very loving and attentive, and the sex is always terrific. Evie really enjoys pleasing a man and has never been shy about expressing her own needs and making sure that they’re met. She likes sex and enjoys coming off in a variety of ways.

  She has a number of sex toys and even when I’m around she masturbates regularly. Indeed, one of our favorite sex games involves me watching her make herself come. I’ve even taped her masturbating, and she seems to enjoy watching the tapes as much as I do. We often have especially great sex afterwards.

  I always encourage her to express her sexuality whenever she feels the need, whether I’m actually there or not. Sometimes this creates tension between us, especially lately. Since I’ve been away on the road so much in the past few months, I couldn’t help but wonder about whether Evie has been faithful to me.

  In expanding her practice, Evie took on one new client who gave me pause. He’s in the porn business, managing a number of strip clubs and he also directs X-rated films. He came to Evie because she specializes in First Amendment cases and entertainment law. When I’ve asked Evie how this man is as a client, she just says that the work is different than what she’s used to and it’s also “very interesting.”

  About a month ago, I came home from a business trip a day earlier than I had planned, pulling up in the driveway in the late afternoon while Evie was still at work. When I turned on our bedroom TV, I noticed that it was set on the VCR. Curious about what Evie may have been watching, I pushed the play button. It turns out that the tape was a porn film with a plot revolving around lawyers. How appropriate, I thought. Not thinking too much about it, I sat down and watched the tape for a few minutes and then came the shock: Evie was one of the stars.

  True to life, she was playing a lawyer. Not very true to life, she was wearing a very short skirt, a very low-cut blouse and a pair of sexy high-heel shoes. One scene featured her masturbating herself and playing with her client underneath a table while another lawyer was examining witnesses. Another scene had her making closing arguments to the jury, walking over to the jury box and bending over to reveal her breasts. There was a “discussion” with the judge in his chambers where they fuck passionately that turned into an orgy that included all the court officers, lawyers and jurors. The film lasted a little more than an hour and a half, and during that time Evie got it on with a total of five different guys in very graphic ways.

  To my surprise, I found that I wasn’t angry about the film but incredibly turned on by it, and I masturbated twice watching it. Then I knew what Evie meant when she said the new work was “interesting”! I figured we had a lot to talk about when she walked in the door, but instead of calling her at the office to let hem know I was home, I waited for her to arrive herself.

  It wasn’t until about eleven o’clock that night that I heard the front door open. From the noise and laughing that I heard, Evie wasn’t alone. Since my car was in the garage, and she usually parks in the driveway, she didn’t know that I was home. When I looked down the stairway, I saw that Evie was with two guys. I had the hall lights off so I couldn’t be seen. The scene was unbelievable. My wife was dressed like a prostitute with a very short leather skirt, fishnet stockings, the high heels she wore in the film, a black see-through blouse and no bra. Her hair was all mussed up and she was wearing a lot of makeup, which usually isn’t the case.

  She asked her friends if they wanted a drink, and they said, “Sure,” even though it seemed like they were already a little tipsy. The two guys were well-built and looked like they were in their late twenties or early thirties. They settled into the living room where I couldn’t see them but could hear what they were saying. From what I could gather, Evie had met them that evening at a bar in a tourist section of town.

  Considering the way she was dressed it wasn’t surprising that they had come on to her. They were saying that they were surprised at what a nice place she had, since they obviously thought she was a hooker. When she told them she worked as a lawyer, one of the men said, “It’s pretty much the same since you’re selling a service where your clients get fucked.” Evie laughed at that one and told them that she doesn’t sell sex, but she likes giving it away.

  Pretty soon I heard some music and the rustling of clothes coming off. It wasn’t long before I heard Evie say that she wanted both of them right away. Their breathing was quite loud and so
on Evie was screaming, “Harder, harder! Fuck me harder!” I then heard the guys laughing and saying that they had never been part of threesome before and that they could feel each other’s prick inside her. It was obvious that she was getting banged in both holes at the same time. Evie let out a particularly loud shout and a series of moans. Then it was quiet. About ten minutes later, I heard some conversation and then I noticed the front door open and close. As the two guys left, Evie said, “Look me up next time you’re in town. Here’s my business card.”

  Still not quite knowing how to handle the situation, I quickly crawled into bed. When Evie entered the bedroom, I pretended to be asleep. I heard her take a shower. I didn’t move when she crawled next to me. The next morning she told me how surprised and how happy she was to have me home early. Before going to work, she proceeded to give me an amazing blowjob.

  Evangeline didn’t say anything to me about the film or what happened with the two men the previous night, and I don’t think she will. And I haven’t mentioned it to her either. Somehow it doesn’t bother me that she’s become an exhibitionist slut. She’s always ready for me and has picked up a number of new moves that are quite exciting. She might even know that I know what she’s been up to. It’s an odd little secret that only adds to her amazing sexuality.—T.F., Cincinnati, Ohio

  HIS WIFE BECOMES SEXUALLY LIBERATED AND HE WINDS UP FEELING FREE AS WELL

  My job has put me under a large amount of stress lately that has had a direct impact on my sexual performance. More accurately, I have been having some performance problems, if you know what I mean. If I could perform once a month I considered it a good month. My wife Jolene and I got into a heated argument on the subject, with her feeling that there was something wrong that suddenly made her unattractive to me. No matter how much I tried to tell her that the problem was with me and not with her, she kept walking away crying, thinking that she was either getting fat or otherwise unattractive to me.