Letters to Penthouse XXXIV

by Penthouse International

  “Oh, my god! Now that’s what I call a dick, baby,” the woman said. Looking up into his eyes, she slid both her hands slowly up along the tops of his thighs, then bent her head and licked his shaft all over, until it was hard as a rock. It must have been at least ten inches long and as thick as my wrist. Lana and I both watched intently as she worked the head of that dick with her swirling tongue.

  The woman stood up then, pulled down her shorts, and straddled the man’s lap. He held her hips as he slowly worked his big black dick deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. He moaned out something about how tight she was, while she kept twisting and gyrating her wide black hips, her round high ass swiveling up and down, back and forth, working his big dick until they both came. His thick cream oozed down his black shiny shaft while she kept on milking him with her cunt.

  There was the sound of a car in the driveway. The woman jumped up, pulled her shorts back up, and gave the black dude a quick kiss, whispering, “Thanks, baby. I needed that so badly!” Then the door opened and her husband came in. He was a white man!

  Lana began to lick one of my nipples as she slid her hand slowly down my stomach and over my briefs. She gave a slight moan as she felt how hard I was. Pulling off the sheet that covered us, she tugged my briefs down and off, then curled up next to me again. Stroking my cock, she whispered teasingly, “My, oh my, baby, look how hard your little dick has gotten from watching her getting all that black meat.” Slowly continuing to pump my dick, she then surprised me by asking if I fantasized about her fucking another man, a black man with a much bigger dick than mine, while watching those videos. Talk about hitting the nail right smack on the head! I had to confess that I had given it some thought while masturbating to the tape at times when she was not around. Then Lana did something I wouldn’t have expected. She told me to pretend that she was the black chick in the video as she squatted on my face. “Eat me, baby,” she told me. “Suck all his sweet come out. Lick me clean.”

  Of course I was more than happy to play this hot new game, pretending I was the white dude married to that well-fucked black chick on the tape. I even felt some relief now that my wife was aware of my previously hidden fantasy.

  As I licked at her cunt Lana bent over me, and I felt her long thick hair sprawled all over my legs while her full warm lips engulfed my hard little cock and sucked it all into her wet mouth. She sucked me harder and harder, rubbing my balls with her hand, until she milked me dry. I had never come in her mouth before, so that was another first for us.

  A couple of weeks later I came home from work on a Friday night just as Lana was taking a steamy shower. She caught me staring at her from the bathroom doorway as she got out, and smiled. “Hi, baby. How was your day?” she said. Then she told me she was planning to meet her girlfriends at a club for a couple of drinks, and asked if I minded. Of course I said no. I then watched her get dressed. She put on a pair of the sheerest hose I ever saw, then slipped into a short, tight denim skirt, a halter top, and a pair of heeled sandals. Before walking out the door, she gave me a sensuous kiss and my little woody a light squeeze. “I may be back late, so don’t wait up,” she told me. “Who knows, maybe I’ll run into a fine hunk of a black dude and spend the night with him!” With that she gave me a wink and was off.

  While she was out I masturbated to one of my tapes while I watched the clock. It got to be almost midnight, and still no Lana. What was she doing? I wondered. Would she really meet a black guy and go off with him for the night? Part of me worried about it, while another part almost hoped she would.

  I finally went to bed and jerked off again, thinking about my wife with another man. Just as I came I heard her car pull up. The front door opened and then closed. I heard my wife’s voice whispering and chuckling, along with the deeper voice of a man. I stayed still, pretending to be asleep, as Lana tiptoed into our bedroom, but I watched through half-opened eyes as she began to undress. She slipped off her shoes, shuffled out of her skirt, and pulled off her halter, then peeled off her stockings, leaving only her panties on. Then she slipped on a long sheer satin robe and ran a brush through her hair.

  I thought she was going to leave without disturbing me, but instead she moved to the bed and pulled the sheet off me. “Wake up, baby,” she murmured, rubbing my dick. “Did you miss me while I was out?” Before I could answer, she leaned down to kiss me, then whispered in my ear, “Listen, baby, I ran into an old friend of mine at the club, and I’m going to be entertaining him tonight. Maybe you’d like to sneak down and watch, hmm?” She then gave me her classic wink and wicked grin as she strutted her fine ass out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

  I waited a few minutes before sneaking down the hallway to the top of the stairs. I heard whispering coming from the living room, and I crept silently down the stairs and peeked in. Sure enough, there was my wife in the arms of a tall black dude, the two of them sharing a deep soul kiss. Low guttural moans filled the air as their tongues meshed and probed.

  As their mouths parted, Lana untied her robe and spread it open, then began doing a slow and sensuous full-frontal body grind up against his chest and torso. She backed off a bit and gazed lovingly into his eyes as she undid his belt and pulled down his zipper.

  I must have made some kind of noise as his huge cock appeared, because at that point Lana turned and saw me watching. With a grin she motioned for me to come in and join them. She calmly introduced me to her “old friend,” whose name was Jock, telling him that I was her hubby. Jock just looked me over and let out a low snicker. He turned Lana around to face me and, as she ground her ass against his crotch, he told me to take off her wet panties for him.

  Something about his arrogant confidence, along with my wife’s wanton sluttiness, got to me and made my heart beat wildly. There was no hiding the hard-on inside my tight briefs as I reached out and slid Lana’s panties down and off.

  The two of them then moved to the sofa and sat down side by side, and Lana motioned to me to come and sit on her other side. “Look how much bigger he is than you, baby,” she whispered in my ear as she stroked both our dicks at the same time. “You like that? Just like in the video, right? I want you to stroke yourself off while you watch us. I missed his big black dick, baby. Jock and I dated before I met you, but I love you and I was always a faithful wife. I never thought of cheating on you, even though I was used to more in bed. But you woke me up with that video, baby, you showed me that I need more than you can deliver. So now just sit back and enjoy the show, and I’ll show you how your sweet black wife can fuck a man with a real dick!”

  Well, I almost blew my wad right then and there. I could hardly contain my excitement as Lana got on her knees in front of her old boyfriend and ran her hands along his thighs as she licked the head of his huge black dong. She looked sideways into my eyes as she did it, then glanced down to watch me stroke my little white dick as she swirled her tongue up along one side of his shaft and down the other.

  Suddenly Lana stood up and shouted, “Shit! This is too much! Fuck it, let’s take this shit to bed!” I followed them up the stairs as my wife led the way to our bedroom. I sat on a chair in the corner and watched as my wife and her old lover got into our bed together. I seemed to have been forgotten as they kissed deeply and passionately, their dark arms and legs entwined around each other’s bodies. The two of them rolled together from side to side all over the king-size bed. My wife’s knee was wedged in between Jock’s legs, massaging his big hard dick while his hands grabbed both her ass cheeks and squeezed them harder than I ever could.

  I no longer recognized the sweet loving wife I had once known. She had turned into a moaning, grunting wild animal before my very eyes. Spreading her legs wide now, she wrapped them around him as she took him deep inside her, arching her back and slithering her sweaty body against his like a snake. Jock growled like a wild bear, squeezing her ass even harder while working his massive thick pole in and out of her wet, hungry pussy.

  “Hump me, baby!” Lana scr
eeched. “Fuck me hard! Oh, shit! You feel so fucking good! Come on, oh, Christ, fuck the shit out of me!”

  I lost it then, lost it completely right then and there. I was spurting all over the room while watching my wife’s wet hairy pussy hump that huge dick all the way up to the head, then back down to his balls. Up and down, up and down, taking all ten inches with ease into her well-stretched hole. Faster and faster, until they both came and flooded our sheets with thick creamy come.

  Now I knew what Lana had been used to before she met me. She had tried to make do with less because she loved me, but now both she and I knew that she couldn’t go on that way. And because I loved her, too, I wouldn’t ask her to. I knew then that Jock was going to be a big part of our lives from now on, and that was just fine with me.

  —L.D., Tulsa, Oklahoma

  This Virgin’s Birthday Bash Turns Into One Wild Gang Bang Party

  We were at Amy’s 21st birthday party. The evening had gotten late, and there were only four of us left, sitting around on the patio of her house. Besides Amy, there was her boyfriend (and my best friend) Sam, his roommate Jerry, and me. All of us were smashed, but nobody more than Amy. She seemed to be taking her new adult status to heart, and it was actually turning into a kind of coming-out party. Normally Amy was a shy, very conservative woman. Sure, she’d take a few sips of Sam’s beer occasionally, but she had never drank all that much. But on this night she had cut loose, drinking wine coolers like they were Cokes.

  I was playing with my new digital camcorder, and at one point I trained it on Sam. Amy, sitting next to him, put her arm around his shoulder and leaned her head in. As she waved at the camera, Sam grabbed her left tit through her T-shirt. Amy was surprised at first, but then began giggling. She was too drunk to care.

  “That’s rude,” she pouted, pretending to scold him. “How would you like it if I grabbed your dick, like this?” Her hand went to his lap, where she massaged his no-doubt-hardening-cock. I could feel my body reacting to the scene as I watched the two of them through the lens. Amy smiled coyly up at me.

  “Somebody’s not camera shy,” I said.

  As if that was a challenge, Amy jumped up, moved to an open area on the patio, and began dancing seductively. My camera continued to capture every move of her bump and grind routine. She didn’t miss a beat as she downed the rest of her wine cooler, holding up the empty bottle to Sam, who took the hint and handed her another. Amy then teased the three of us by slowly licking the rim of the bottle with the tip of her tongue.

  “My God, Sam, you’re a lucky bastard!” Jerry said. “That must feel great on your cock!”

  Before Sam could answer, Amy wagged her finger back and forth, shaking her head.

  “This body is virginal!” she said, and to indicate which body she meant she ran her hands over herself, not looking the least bit virginal. “We may have fooled around, but our clothes have stayed on. Right, Sam?”

  Sam pulled a face in agreement. “Yep, blue balls,” he said sourly. “Every fucking time we go out, I have to come home and jack off.”

  “Well, it’s not like you’re alone with that problem,” Amy said. “What do you think I do after a date?”

  My cock got even harder as I envisioned Amy fingering herself. Sam and Jerry must have had the same reaction, as there were two audible groans. Amy smiled, knowing the effect she had, and gave another long lick to the tip of the bottle. “Of course, I’m twenty-one now,” she said then. “So maybe it’s time to solve all of our problems.”

  With that she set the wine cooler on the table, then turned her back to us and reached under her T-shirt. She struggled for a minute, but then managed to pull her bra off before turning around again to face us. Amy has large breasts, and right then her nipples were hard little points pushing against the fabric. “You like ze tits?” she asked in a fake French accent.

  Throughout all of this I was pointing the camera at her. This would give me months of jack-off material, I thought. Amy must have read my thoughts, because she started to jump up and down, her breasts wobbling wildly under her T-shirt. My dick couldn’t get any harder, but I could feel precome oozing from the tip.

  “Hey, how about a wet T-shirt contest?” Sam yelled. Of course the three of us cheered, but Amy smiled, shaking her head.

  “How can there be a contest? There’s only one girl.”

  “Well, we’ll determine which tit is the best, the right one or the left one.” Sam replied.

  Amy laughed, but she didn’t say no. Jerry proceeded to get out the hose, but before he could spray her Amy began to complain that he would get her jeans wet. Her solution for that was to unbutton her jeans and slide them down her long legs.

  Her T-shirt was cut fashionably short, ending just above her belly button. When she pulled her jeans down, her panties also moved several inches down her hips, exposing a half inch or so of the black curls between her legs. Once she stepped out of the jeans she pulled her panties back up, but more black curls peeked out of the leg holes. Amy put her hands on her hips and said, “Okay, now.”

  Jerry sprayed her with the hose, the cold water causing her to yelp and gasp for breath. Her nipples became harder under the cold water, and so did our dicks. The cotton T-shirt adhered to her round globes like a second layer of skin. Jerry lowered the nozzle slightly and pointed it at Amy’s panties.

  “Fuck, that’s cold!” she complained, but we all noticed that she opened her legs slightly to allow the jet of water to hit the lips of her pussy. She bit her lip, obviously concentrating on the sensation.

  At that point Sam began chanting, “Show your tits! Show your tits! Show your tits!”

  Soon Jerry and I joined in, as if this were spring break in Florida. Amy smiled, reached down for the hem of the T-shirt, and slowly pulled it over her head. Her breasts were awesome—high and round, large but firm. Her nipples were large, too, centered on dark circles. She could easily have been a topless model. Amy lifted both boobs in her hands and smiled at the three of us.

  “So which one do you like best? Sally?” she asked, as she raised her right breast. “Or Susie?” raising the other.

  There was, of course, no way to choose. I kept the camera on her as she now moved to a deck chair, then sat in it and draped one leg over each arm. The wet cotton fabric of her panties was molded to every curve of her pussy lips. She might as well have been completely nude. Amy brought a finger to her mouth and sucked on it, looking straight into the camera lens.

  All of us were thinking the same thing, but Jerry was the first to verbalize it. “Go on, play with yourself, Amy,” he begged. “Show us how you get off.”

  Amy just smiled and slid her right hand very slowly down the front of her panties. It was easy to see the movement of her fingers through the wet fabric as they slid down over her slit, and then probed her love hole. She bit her lower lip, again concentrating on her sensations as her fingers tweaked her clit. I hoped the microphone on the camera was picking up the sound of her rapid breathing.

  After a few minutes she brought her other hand into play as well, rubbing the outside of her pussy lips with her left hand while she finger-fucked herself with the right. I could now hear the squishy sound of her love juices as she squeezed her thighs together, trapping her hands between her legs. Then she let out a very loud groan and her body shuddered in an intense orgasm. When her spasms finally subsided, she pulled her hands out and offered them to Jerry and Sam, who proceeded to suck her juices from her fingers.

  Amy was hot as hell now. She was drunk and horny and obviously set on getting laid. Sam, of course, would be the one to take her virginity. He and Jerry both stripped quickly.

  Amy’s eyes went from one hard dick to another appreciatively. “Very nice,” she murmured, a little breathlessly. She reached out and grabbed Sam’s cock with her left hand, reaching for his balls with her right. She gently massaged and tugged on them as she slowly pumped his shaft.

  “Oh, fuck!” he groaned. “Let me inside, baby, pleas
e. It won’t take long.”

  Amy smiled at him, then lowered the back of the deck chair and lay down. Sam reached for her panties and very slowly pulled them down and off. Her bush was thick and black. As she spread her legs, we stared at her beautiful damp pussy. The lips were swollen. Sam lay between her legs and slid his cock inside. He only made it halfway in before he hit her hymen. Stopping only briefly, he pushed hard. Amy cried out, but clutched at his bare ass with her hands to press him in farther.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “God, yes!” she moaned. “Don’t stop!”

  Sam began furiously pumping in and out of her. I moved around the two of them with the camera to capture the best angle. Sam was right—It didn’t take him very long to empty his balls into his girlfriend’s pussy.

  Amy hadn’t come yet, so when Sam got up, Jerry took his place. His cock was longer and thicker. As he slid into her come-filled cunt, she moaned again. Jerry pumped hard, lifting her ass up with each thrust. As she approached climax, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Suddenly she shrieked with pleasure as she exploded in her second orgasm of the night. Jerry came immediately after she did, groaning as his cock squirted hot come in a long series of spasms.

  It was my turn now. I handed the camera to Sam and was out of my clothes in seconds, waving the biggest hard-on I’d ever owned. Instead of lying between Amy’s legs, I moved to her head. I ran the tip of my cock over her mouth, spreading my precome onto her lips before she opened them and let me in. Her tongue worked on the underside of my shaft. I’d had blowjobs before, but nothing like this. Her hands went to my ass and pulled me in deeper, until her nose was buried in my pubic hair and my balls pressed against her chin. She continued to work my cock with surprising expertise. As my orgasm approached I gripped her head and began fucking her face, and after less than a minute I released a long stream of come, filling her mouth. She couldn’t swallow fast enough, and some of my jism dribbled down her chin. She didn’t bother to wipe it off.