A skin-toned bra held my 35D breasts. My nipples were already starting to swell as I reached behind my back and unsnapped the bra, and my boobs seemed to spring out as it fell to the floor. My tits are definitely my best attribute, with large brown areolae and very sensitive nipples. I’d learned long ago that I really liked it when guys sucked on my tits. Sometimes I would let them caress and suck on them for as long as they wanted, loving every minute of it.
Finally it was time to shed my panties, which were already damp as a result of my arousal. I slipped them past my silk-smooth hips and stepped out of them. Then I licked my fingers and started pinching my nipples. I always liked it when Craig watched me playing with myself. But I was surprised when he suddenly said, “You look lovely, darling, but I think I’d rather see you with your pussy shaved.”
Now, I’ve always kept my bush neatly trimmed, but had never gone all the way. But that was evidently what Craig now had in mind. “I packed extra razors, in case you need any,” he told me, tossing me a small shaving kit. I realized that this wasn’t a suggestion as much as a command. I giggled, no doubt partly from the wine, but also from the sudden titillation I felt at his masterful tone.
Taking the kit with me, I proceeded to walk into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, I contemplated how to begin. I knew I’d have to be careful not to nick any delicate areas. Then, after a moment, the door opened and Craig was standing there, naked and definitely aroused.
“You’ve always been a loving wife, Karen, but we have to go further,” he said. “So right now I’m going to fuck you until your eyes pop out!”
I always liked it when Craig bossed me around in the bedroom—or in this case the bathroom—because it made me feel like a real woman. As he pulled me close to kiss me, I could feel his swollen manhood nudge my soon-to-be bald pussy. When he pushed me to my knees I thought he wanted his cock sucked, and I started to oblige. But instead he laid me on my back on the floor. Kneeling down next to me, he spread my legs and reached for the shaving kit.
He began by taking a tube of shaving cream and squirting some of it across my pussy, then slowly worked it through my pubes with his fingers. I lay still as he took out a razor and began shaving my fuzzy triangle. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll be very careful,” he assured me as he got closer to my quim. Even though, as I said, I trim my bush, the hair is still thick, so Craig used a fresh razor to finish the job. I looked down to see my newly shorn labia carefully guarding my clit.
“Now get on your knees so I can finish the other side,” Craig ordered. Obediently I rolled over, spreading my cheeks to expose my pink puckered asshole, and Craig carefully removed the last follicles of hair from the inner reaches of my crack.
With my ass still in the air, I was expecting him to mount me doggie-style. The thought of being taken on the bathroom floor was actually exciting to me. But Craig was doing something behind me that I couldn’t see, and then I felt a thin, slick tube being inserted into my rear.
“Craig, what are you doing?” I asked as I felt a warm stream of liquid running into my rectum. Craig calmly explained that he was giving me an enema, as an introduction to this new experience.
“Listen, Karen,” he said, his voice low but firm. “A wife has got to keep her husband satisfied, or he’ll be tempted to stray. I have always been faithful to you, but I need more.” I was stunned. I’d always thought we’d had a great sex life. “I need something from you that no one else has had,” Craig continued.
Of course I knew what he meant. Now, I had begun giving blowjobs my first year in college, and lost my virginity soon thereafter, but I had never allowed any guests in through my back porch, so to speak. But I knew Craig was right. And I wanted not only to please him, but to share everything with him that I could.
“Craig, you know I’ve never had sex there,” I whispered. “But I love you, and I want you to be my first.”
After I had used the commode, Craig gave me a second enema, which I was surprised to find highly stimulating. When that was done he led me to the tub, where we both steeped in a hot bath scented with fragrant bubbles. My pussy was just a little tender from exfoliation, but Craig washed me gently. He ran his finger around and into my vagina and anus, cleaning me thoroughly and enthusiastically.
Rising from the tub, we stepped into the shower to rinse away the bubbles. We kissed and rubbed our naked bodies together. Craig lovingly squeezed each of my boobs as he ran his hands over my body. He then dried me and led me into the bedroom.
“Karen,” he said, “I wasn’t your first lover, but I will be proud to be the first to come in your bottom. It may feel strange to you at first, but we will go slowly, and I will make sure that you enjoy it.”
My head was spinning from the wine and from what had been going on, but I dutifully knelt on all fours on the bed. Leaning over me, Craig first kissed the back of my neck, and then down my spine. When he got below my waist, he gently spread my ass cheeks and tenderly licked my anus. I quivered from the thrill. No one had ever done that to me. I buried my head in a pillow and reached behind me to pull my cheeks farther apart. Again I felt his tongue race over my virgin asshole, and again I shivered with delight.
Craig had come prepared; he now produced a tube of K-Y jelly. He began by taking some on his finger and slowly tracing small circles around the rim of my anus. I giggled, partly from nervousness and partly because it tickled. More lube went on his finger as he began to penetrate my bum. “Take deep breaths through your nose and just relax, honey. You’ll enjoy it,” Craig said. And he was right. His finger started to feel really good up there. In fact, I felt the beginning of an orgasm approaching. I gasped as his finger went deeper inside me. That finger began to move in slow, lazy circles, each revolution seeming to relax me further. When he withdrew his finger to apply more jelly, I anxiously awaited its return.
“Feel your pussy,” Craig instructed. “Is it wet?”
I didn’t have to feel it to know the answer was yes, but I didn’t want him to stop, so I just moaned.
“It’s time for this sweet hole to take my cock,” Craig said. The thought made me shiver with anticipation, though Craig seemed to think it was fear. “Don’t worry,” he assured me. “You may feel a little pressure when I begin fucking you, but it will be all right. I’ve put a thick layer of jelly on my cock, and once I get past your opening I’ll stop for a moment for you to get accustomed to me.” Of course I appreciated his consideration, but I really just wanted him to stop talking and start fucking.
Finally I felt his blunt knob knocking at my portal. “I love you, Karen,” he said as he popped my bunghole. I heard myself gasp. It felt like a golf ball had been inserted into my ass. Then, after a few seconds, the sensation became a pleasant one, and the pleasure intensified, growing steadily until my gasps had turned to moans.
“Oh God, Craig, I love you too,” I cried. “And I want you to fuck my virgin ass!” With that I shifted my weight and slowly slid backwards, engulfing more of his cock into my tight passage.
Craig slowly started pumping. As he thrust in, I pushed back to accept more of his meat. I put my hand between my legs to stroke myself and found I was literally dripping. And then I was coming, orgasming harder than I ever had before, my come running down the inside of my thighs. When Craig shot his wad I nearly passed out from the excitement.
After a minute he withdrew his limp cock, and I rolled over onto my back and took him into my arms. “I love you, Craig,” I panted. “I really love you!”
And I still do.
—K.L., Las Vegas, Nevada
THEIR EROTIC MARATHONS HAD CENTERED ON ORAL
SEX TILL HE BROUGHT IN A NEW ELEMENT
A few years back I had a girlfriend named Patricia, with whom I had one of the wildest, most high-energy sexual relationships it has ever been my pleasure to enjoy. At the art of the blowjob Patricia was unsurpassed. She would extend them for a deliciously long time, sucking up every drop of my precome and yet keeping me on th
e brink of ejaculation sometimes for hours. With the same vigorous enthusiasm I would devotedly return the favor, enjoying every drop of juice that she excreted for me to lap up during my likewise extended pussy-eating sessions. I loved to eat her nice juicy cunt, overflowing with her sweet sticky resin. It was as though we had inadvertently discovered tantric techniques, simply because we were so synchronized with each other’s moods, needs, and desires.
One fateful evening Patricia came home from her job after a day in which I had been under the weather and had stayed indoors and in bed, drifting in and out of fitful periods of sleep. I was awakened by the lightest touch of fingers around my genitalia, and slurping noises in my ears. I knew instantly what was happening, and I pretended, with some difficulty, to still be asleep, so as not to interrupt her in her work. Patricia probably knew I was shamming, but she didn’t care. She proceeded to lick my shaft slowly from base to tip, and followed that up by working my balls individually in and out of her mouth, sucking on them like hard candies. Then she again licked and kissed her way up toward the head of my long, thick cock, which we had measured (at her insistence) at nine inches long and three inches around, fully erect.
As she got more and more into it, moaning and suckling, milking me for my precome, I gave up on pretending to sleep and began to run my fingers through her hair, gently urging her on, murmuring to her about how good it was.
Finally, after what must have been a full half hour, I grabbed her and spun her around on the bed, placing her on her knees so that I could proceed to eat the living crap out of her from behind. This time, however, I added a new dimension, one that I had long wanted to explore with her. I stuck my tongue in her ass, thrusting it in and out and running it around her puckered hole. Patricia’s gasps and moans indicated approval of this innovation. We then switched positions again, this time assuming the sixty-nine position, with Patricia on top, which enabled me to slip a finger into her ass, and then another, as a sort of foretaste of what I really had planned. She went bananas, yelling loudly, shouting my name and telling me how she loved me. This appeared to be an excellent sign.
She was so wet and aroused already that once I got her back in the doggie position, all I needed to do was to get my prick wet with her juices and rub my member along the crack of her plump, round ass. She was instantly ready, and the two of us worked together to get the head of my dick inside her, me pushing gently with a steady pressure, she pushing backwards and concentrating on relaxing herself, until I heard her say, “Oh God! Oh my God . . . it feels sooo good in there!”
I told her that it felt good to me too. Then I asked her if she was ready for me to start fucking, or if she wanted to get accustomed to this new feeling. She said she just wanted to stay this way for a few minutes. So we stayed locked together in that manner, me with the entire length of my pole inside her tightly clutching asshole, and she squirming slightly, moaning occasionally and experimentally using her anal muscles to squeeze and tease my iron-hard prick.
Perhaps ten or twenty minutes passed before the steady twitching and throbbing of my dick in her ass proved to be too much for both of us. Just as I was about to tell her I had to start fucking her, she turned her head to look back at me. By straining forward I was able to reach her lips with mine. After giving me a passionate kiss she panted, “Okay, baby, I want it just like you give it to my pussy—hard, slow and deep!”
“Okay baby,” I told her. “Hang on, because here we go!”
And away we went. We fucked that way for a long, long time, and it was amazing. Hard, slow, and deep was indeed the way I started out, but after a while I was alternating that with quick, thrusting jabs. Patricia loved it all, however I gave it to her, and urged me on, moaning and gasping and matching my every stroke. I held on to her tits as I pounded her ass, occasionally sliding a hand down to her pussy, from which her juices dripped steadily onto the bedsheets, rubbing her clit to help her along each time she climaxed, which she must have done a dozen or so times. She kept insisting that I shoot my load in her ass, but I struggled to hold off as long as I could, telling her it just felt too damn good to stop. Patricia said that was cool, because after I came she was just gonna get my ass in the shower and suck me back to life so we could start all over again.
At that point I lost it. I shot so much come up her ass that some of it leaked out around my dick and mingled with her pussy juices in the wet spot on the sheets. And all the while she was shouting, “Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Oh, oooh, yes, come in me, baby! Oh God, oh God, yes, baby, fill me up with your come!”
After a few minutes I slowly withdrew my spent member from Patricia’s still intermittently twitching anal cavity, and proceeded to lick her clean from front to back. Needless to say I tasted my own come, mixed with hers, and afterward shared it with her in perhaps the most scintillating kiss ever recorded by anybody anywhere in history.
Sadly, in spite of our rather fabulous sexual compatibility, Patricia and I had other problems which eventually caused us to split up. I have since gone on to a series of relationships with other women, some of whom were wonderful human beings, but none of whom could begin to measure up to Patricia in the sack. But then, there are things that are more important than sex. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
—S.P., Norwalk, Connecticut
THESE TWO READ PENTHOUSE LETTERS FRONT TO
BACK, AND THAT’S HOW THEY LOVE, TOO
This letter is about what happened to our sex life after my wife Loretta stumbled across a copy of your magazine while straightening up our bedroom one afternoon. At first, as she told me later, she was kind of upset. But curiosity got the best of her, and soon she was on our bed, reading the letters and getting herself so horny that when I came home that evening she practically jumped all over me.
It wasn’t long before we started reading the magazine together, both of us getting really hot and horny, which always led to an intense sexual marathon. We finally settled into a pattern which we would follow every month, as each new issue of Penthouse Letters came out. Loretta would start the night by taking a long bath, then put on some sexy lingerie and retire to the bedroom to read a nice “bedtime story.” I would come in shortly afterward to join her. My wife usually gets hot so quickly that early on I decided to refrain from removing her panties, or touching her hot wet pussy, for as long as I could hold off. This restraint generally serves to get her even more excited.
Last month I walked into our room on our usual reading night to find Loretta in a pair of lacy black panties and a white button-down pleated shirt. As she looked up from the magazine, I could tell she was already excited. I smiled and slipped into bed beside her, caressing her leg, slowly moving my hand up the inside of her thigh to the crotch of her sexy panties, which were soaked almost completely through with her milky cunt nectar.
When I asked her what she was reading about, Loretta replied that it was a letter about a couple experiencing anal sex for the first time. Licking my fingers, I reached into her open blouse and slowly rubbed them across her stiff nipples, teasing them as she continued to read. Loretta finished reading the story, then leaned over to kiss me, saying, “I feel like I’m on fire.”
With that she began to kiss her way down my chest. When she got to my waist she lowered my briefs and began to lick and suck my semi-erect cock, slowly taking it in her mouth all the way to the base, and just as slowly coming all the way up the shaft until the head popped out of her mouth. She licked at my cockhead, then kissed her way down the length of my shaft to my balls, after which she started the whole thing over.
I reached around to massage her ass as she continued to suck my cock. Without removing her panties I slid my hand down under them from the rear, running my fingers down the crease of her perfectly round ass all the way to the slit of her cunt. Avoiding her pussy, I slipped a finger into her tight rear entrance, while she deep-throated my now raging hard-on. Slowly I moved the finger in and out of her rear passage as she moaned around my pole.
/> Finally I pulled away from her to keep from coming down her throat, and asked her to read me one of the letters in the magazine. Soon she was reading a story about a woman who had come home from work to find her female roommate shoving an eight-inch dildo into her pussy. Soon they were both naked, licking each other’s cunts. Loretta seemed so mesmerized by this story that I thought she had forgotten about the first one she’d been reading, until she looked at me and said, “I loved the way you fingered my ass while I sucked your dick.”
Now, Loretta and I had experimented with anal sex before, but only as far as me putting the head of my cock in her ass while she fingered her clit to orgasm. I thought that was what she wanted when she pushed up onto her knees and asked me if I would tease her ass with my dick. As she continued to read I finally removed her come-soaked panties and got into position behind her. Her ass was soaked with her own juices. I pressed my cock against her tight rear entrance, and the head just slipped right in. I began to rock gently back and forth, being careful not to go too deep. But to my surprise, Loretta stopped reading and said, “I need more of your cock in there.”
At this point I figured I’d better lube myself up so as to be sure not to hurt her. I pulled out and put some K-Y jelly on my cock, and at the entrance to her ass. The sight of my wife’s perfect bottom offered up to me in this way made me mad with excitement. I put the head of my cock back in, now pushing about two inches of my pole inside, then drawing it back. She turned her head to me, saying, “Your cock feels so good! I need more.”
I slowly pushed in again, and now about five inches of my dick disappeared into her back passage. I had never been in such a tight space. I almost emptied my balls right then, but I stopped and somehow kept control. I resumed carefully, and soon I was pulling my dick almost all the way out and then shoving the whole thing into Loretta’s lubed bottom, reaching around to fondle her tits, while my wife moaned passionately in a way she never had before. Finally I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I pushed in all the way, shooting my hot spunk into her as a loud screech came out of my mouth.
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