Letters to Penthouse VII

by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)

  Sue and I discuss our fantasies quite often. Her fantasies involve having several men at once—older men who are there solely to pleasure her. Her fantasies also involve men paying for the privilege of fucking her. She's also obsessed with huge cocks. Sue's the first girl I've ever met who absolutely insists that size matters. She claims all her friends agree with her too. She says they all laugh at guys with little dicks.

  I always enjoyed hearing about Sue's fantasies, but I was sure they existed only in her head. I believed there was no way this princess would ever actually do the nasty things she loved to talk about. I don't mind admitting that I was wrong.

  Last Thursday I left work early and decided to surprise Sue. I went to my place, changed and strolled over to Sue's. As I neared her building, I saw a man in his early fifties get out of a shiny new Lexus. He stopped, reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He looked down at it and then up at the number on the apartment building before putting the slip back into his pocket. Then I saw him pull out a money clip and thumb through it before entering Sue's building.

  I thought nothing of it and followed him in. As I walked through the main door, I was surprised to see the door to Sue's place closing. I ran up to the door and knocked, but there was no answer. I started to worry, so I quickly left the building and went around back to look in her windows. There was nothing to see in the living room, nothing in the dining room or kitchen, and nothing in her roommate's room. The sight from her bedroom window was a different story. My panic left me and so did all the feeling in my body. I was rooted to the spot in shock. Through half-open blinds I saw Sue. She looked fine. So did the man I'd seen outside her apartment building. So did the other two guys.

  Sue was naked save for one of the Victoria's Secret push-up bras she always wears because she doesn't think her terrific tits are big enough. She was on the bed with her ass in the air and her head and shoulders down on her Ralph Lauren comforter. One of the men knelt behind her, holding her hips and slamming his dick into her greedy pussy. Her swollen cunt lips clung to the shaft of his dick as he pumped it in and out of her. Her eyes were closed and her lips were pursed in pleasure.

  All three men had gray hair and looked like they were in their fifties. All three were exposing extra-large dicks. The other two were patiently waiting for the third to get his rocks off.

  When he did he pulled his pants up, said a few words to Sue (who was still on the bed with her perfect white ass in the air), put three fifty-dollar bills on Sue's vanity table and left the room.

  The second guy stepped over to Sue. She lifted her head up off the bed, crawled to face him, slurped his hard cock into her big mouth and started sucking. Sue bobbed her sweet head up and down on the old guy's prick. This time it was the lips on her face that clung to a thick cock as it moved in and out of her. She massaged his balls as she slurped on him. She sucked him there on her hands and knees for ten minutes before he said something and she hauled his log out of her mouth. She kissed his cockhead, rolled over onto her back, spread her legs and pulled her knees up to her chest. Her pretty feet were pointing toward the ceiling.

  The guy got down between her thighs and began lapping her perfect pussy. Sue closed her eyes. Meanwhile, the man I'd seen earlier stroked his dick and watched them, just as I was doing. The guy between her legs reached up and held Sue's ankles in the air as he ate her out. Sue has the kind of pussy you can eat all day without getting tired. This guy savored it for quite a while before climbing up into her arms and positioning his dick at the entrance to her pussy. He teased her with his cockhead, and I saw her bucking her hips in an effort to get it into her. She said something (probably “fuck me”) and grabbed his ass. He responded by plunging his dick in up to the hilt. Sue stuck her feet up in the air as the guy's ass started pumping up and down. He really fucked her hard.

  I stared at her slender ankles and shapely feet. Sue was wiggling and spreading her little painted toes in pleasure. Then all of a sudden, after a few final hard thrusts, the man stopped. It was clear that he'd come.

  Sue lowered her feet down to the bed and waited patiently for the guy to climb off her. When he did, she propped herself up on her elbows and watched him pull his pants on. He left four bills on her vanity, said good-bye and left. She gave him a smile as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

  The man I'd followed in was now the only one left. He and Sue talked as he stroked his very large dong with one hand. Of the three men, he had the biggest dick by far. Sue was watching it, rather than the man, as he talked.

  This guy talked with Sue longer than the others had. Then he reached into his pocket and showed her his money clip. The money clip distracted her from his big dick, but only for a second.

  He put five bills down on her vanity and she flashed him a big, toothy smile. She was obviously very excited to see that much cash. Still smiling, she rolled over onto her stomach and slowly raised her spectacular ass into the air. Her head was down on the bed, her eyes were closed and that big smile still graced her lips.

  The man walked up behind her and massaged her pussy for a moment. He spread the mix of her juices and the other fellows' come all over her with one hand while he stroked his big schlong with the other. Sue said something, in response to which he slammed his whole dick into her pussy with one thrust. After two more thrusts, Sue quite obviously came. Sue said something else and the guy slowly pulled his dick free of the grip of her pussy lips.

  The man then put his fat dick up against my pretty girlfriend's tight little asshole and pushed. The smile left her face. Her hands clutched the comforter on her bed. Her face was contorted as the man slowly pushed inch after inch of his penis into her rectum. He slowly pulled it out and repeated the process, picking up speed this time. Sue held on to the sheets and kept her head down, but the look on her face slowly changed. Her mouth opened and she began to pant with pleasure as the man fucked her ass. He held her hips and pumped into her tiny asshole like a steam locomotive. I could see her swollen, gaping cunt lips very clearly as the man's balls slapped into them over and over again.

  After a few minutes of steady ass-fucking, he leaned back and cried out so loudly that I could hear him outside. He'd clearly had a very powerful orgasm. Then he held still, his dick stuffed deep inside Sue's ass, while that big smile returned to her gorgeous face. She kept smiling as the man held on to her hips and tried to catch his breath. After a minute he slowly pulled his dick out of her ass. The man pulled his pants up and looked at his watch as his come started to ooze out of Sue's ass. He then reached into his pocket, pulled out another crisp bill and folded it. Sue was still on the bed with her ass in the air, smiling that great smile. The man reached down and slid the folded bill right between Sue's fleshy ass-cheeks. He then tickled her pretty foot, gave her a kiss and turned to leave.

  Sue just stayed there with her head down on the bed and the bill in her ass-crack. “Thanks!” she called out as the satisfied customer left her bedroom.

  I kept watching, dumbstruck and rock-hard, as Sue lay quietly on her bed for a while. I heard the Lexus drive off. When Sue finally moved, it was to reach back, remove the bill from between her cheeks and unfold it. She grinned when she saw he'd given her a one-hundred-dollar tip. She then got off the bed and walked to the vanity. I watched as she pulled a jewelry box out of her drawer, opened it and put the bills in with a bunch of others already there. She then took her bra off, grabbed her towel and went off to shower, I guess.

  I snapped out of it at that point and decided to just go home. I still don't know what to think.—KM., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

  HUBBY HIRES A STRIPPER TO UNLOCK HIS BRIDE'S WILD SIDE

  Your letters sometimes show that extraordinary things can happen to ordinary people. I'd like to relate an extraordinary occurrence that happened to me recently.

  I play racquetball with a friend of mine named Dan. He's in great shape and has a terrific body. After our games we'd usually hit the sauna together. We talked about
a lot of different things, but neither of us ever broached the subject of sex. So I was pretty surprised one day when Dan stated that, in his opinion, most married women were interested in having wild sexual experiences but that they would never confess this to their husbands.

  I told him I agreed and that I believed my own wife, Phoebe, had always wanted to see a male strip show but had never admitted it to me. “What a coincidence!” he replied. “Before I was married I auditioned for a job as a stripper.”

  A week later I half-jokingly asked Dan if he wanted to audition again—this time for Phoebe. She and Dan had never met, so I thought he would be the perfect choice. He looked at me and smiled. We made a deal then and there.

  It took a while to set things up, but I finally convinced Phoebe to spend a weekend with me at a posh hotel.

  We checked into a nice suite. After sharing a bottle of champagne, we went downstairs to the restaurant for a light supper and a lot more wine. Once Phoebe was feeling very relaxed, I told her there was a special surprise visitor coming at exactly eleven. She thought I was joking, but I convinced her to return to the room with me as eleven approached.

  When there was a knock on the door promptly at eleven, Phoebe seemed genuinely surprised. She threw her robe on as I went to answer the door. When I let Dan in, Phoebe didn't know what to think. During dinner I had mentioned the possibility of taking her to see a male strip show one day, and now here was a tall, well-built stranger wearing a silk shirt, skintight pants and dark Revo sunglasses.

  Dan introduced himself as “your entertainment for the evening.” Dan then opened up a gym bag, took out a tape player and started his routine. He was good—real good.

  I sat on the bed behind my wife. “This is all for you,” I whispered to her. She put her hand on my thigh and gave a little squeeze, but she never took her eyes off of Dan's body.

  Dan was putting on a great show. He'd taken off his shirt and had started to slowly unzip his pants when he turned around to face Phoebe, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She reached over and ran her hand over his well-muscled back and across his tight behind. She felt him flex his buttocks as he slowly moved his body back and forth. She wrapped both arms around him and helped him remove his pants. I could tell by the way they both flinched slightly that she must have checked out his equipment.

  Dan, now wearing only black bikini briefs, started a pulsating rhythm that seemed to mesmerize Phoebe. When the song ended, I poured more of the champagne and we all had a glass. Dan then went into the next room to change his costume. Phoebe gave me the most passionate kiss ever. She was really flushed. She told me that this was the most exciting surprise I'd ever given her.

  Phoebe was even more excited by Dan's second number. He came out wearing red silk shorts and a fishnet T-shirt. I knew by the look on Phoebe's face that she wanted to get those shorts off him fast. Dan took her by the hand, pulled her to her feet, put his arms around her waist and started slowly moving to the music. I saw her grind her crotch against his leg. Then she slid her thumb into the waistband of his shorts, knelt down and pulled the shorts to the ground. He was left wearing a black G-string that was even smaller than a jockstrap. Phoebe's face was less than a foot away from his bulge. The sexual tension in the room suddenly grew thicker. Nobody moved for what seemed like a minute. There was, however, something moving. Phoebe and I watched silently as Dan's cock unfurled and grew until it strained the flimsy material of his G-string.

  I got up and helped my mesmerized wife back to the bed. She put her arms around my hips and pressed the side of her head against my cock while continuing to stare at Dan's body. At this point the song ended and Dan again left the room. Without a word, Phoebe turned her head, opened my robe and hungrily took my cock into her mouth. She looked up and met my eyes—something she'd never done before during oral sex. That simple act signaled a revolution in our sex life. I knew that, from that moment on, sex with Phoebe would be hotter, more exciting and less inhibited.

  Phoebe was glowing with sexual energy. She was in control and she knew it. She stood up and gently pushed me down onto the bed. Then, with her back to me, she straddled me and guided my penis into her wet pussy. We had just started rocking back and forth when Dan came back into the room.

  The atmosphere in the room crackled with sexual electricity. Dan was wearing a cape and little else. He began to dance slowly, rotating his hips in front of her face as we fucked. She began to hungrily explore his body with her hands. Phoebe reached behind her and pushed down on my chest until I was lying flat on the bed. Then she pulled the cape off him and draped it over my head so that it blocked my view.

  I felt her weight shift a little, so I pulled the material down a bit so I could see. Have you ever imagined your wife with another man: the flush of her cheeks, the jiggling of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples? I have; but seeing it for real was still a shock. There was my wife, breathing deeply through flared nostrils, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked with abandon on Dan's dick. Her head bobbed and her tongue swirled around his shaft. I felt my cock grow another inch inside her. I was sure she felt it too: She moaned low and long.

  Phoebe had one hand on his butt, pulling him toward her. Her other hand was between his legs, toying with his balls. Half of Dan's eight-incher had disappeared between her pouting lips.

  His hand was on her head, gently encouraging her to take more of his cock into her eager mouth. I could tell that Dan's cock was up against the back of her throat. Phoebe had never deep-throated a guy before, but I had a feeling this time might be different. I watched enthralled as, ever so slowly, they worked more of his cock into her. As with all her previous attempts, she couldn't do it and had to take his cock out of her mouth. He moaned in disappointment.

  But Phoebe wasn't quitting. “Wait,” she said. Then, taking him by the hips, she guided him back a step so that she would have to crane her neck forward to reach him. Now, with her neck stretched and her head tilted back, she was lined up for another attempt to take him down her throat.

  I felt her grip me tightly with her pussy and grind her clit against the base of my cock. She was getting ready to come as she once more began fucking him with her mouth. Then she took a deep breath and, once again, pressed the swollen head of his cock against the back of her throat.

  She steeled herself and took him down her throat with one quick thrust. For the first time in her life she was deep-throating. I had never seen her so aroused. As Dan's cock penetrated her virgin throat, she had an orgasm that shook her whole body.

  Phoebe's trembling body had become a conductor of sexual energy. As I rapidly approached orgasm, Dan clutched her face tightly and, with a resounding groan, pumped his load deep inside her. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and milked the last drops out of him with her hand. Then she turned her attention to me. Glowing with passion, she pulled me out of her pussy, turned and took me into her mouth. She then worked my penis down her throat for the first time ever. The sensation was incredible, and I started to come almost immediately. My orgasm seemed to go on and on.

  That night was the most erotic I have ever had. Phoebe and I never made it a habit to have an extra lover in bed with us, but we did make it a habit to have exciting and uninhibited sex.—Name and address withheld

  CAROUSING COUPLE GETS A BLAST FROM THE PAST

  My wife Sylvia and I have been reading Penthouse Letters for about a year now, and we both love it. Sylvia is thirty-two years old and I am thirty-five. We have been married for eleven years.

  Sylvia was born and raised in a small town in South Dakota. Last summer we went there to attend a family reunion. Long before this, Sylvia had told me she had lost her cherry to a guy named John who'd lived in her neighborhood. She'd had sex with him a number of times until he got married shortly after she turned nineteen. Sylvia hadn't seen John since we were married, but he was expected to attend the reunion.

  Sylvia and I have done a little swinging in the past. We even swapped a couple of times
with other couples. Sylvia once had a short affair with a fellow worker. One night I watched her in bed with a guy we met at a party. Ever since she'd told me about John, I'd been curious about him and had wanted to meet him.

  As anticipated, I finally got my chance to meet John on the first day of the reunion. He turned out to be a very good-looking guy. He is about my age and had been divorced for several years. He and Sylvia spent most of the day together talking. At one point, I saw them heading toward the lake.

  That night Sylvia told me that John had asked her if they might get together one more time before she went back home. I asked her if she had given him an answer. She said she had told him she would talk to me and let him know later. I asked her if she wanted to do it. She said she did, but that it was up to me. Since I had watched Sylvia in bed with another guy in the past and had found it very exciting, I asked her if John would let me watch. She said she would talk to him about it the next day.

  As it turned out John was a little hesitant at first, but when Sylvia told him we had an open marriage and that I had watched her have sex with another guy before, he agreed to let me watch.

  John lived alone in a mobile home, and Sylvia and I paid him a visit there that night. We had a few drinks and sat around talking for about an hour before anything happened. John and Sylvia were sitting on the sofa together. At one point I got up to use the bathroom. When I came back they were kissing and John's hand was up Sylvia's dress. They kept right on kissing as I walked in and sat down in a chair facing them.

  Things started heating up and I saw Sylvia reach for John's zipper. When she opened it and took his cock out, I got a big surprise. John was hung like a horse! His cook looked to be at least ten inches long. Sylvia is a small woman, and I wondered if she could accommodate a cock that large.

  Before long they were both naked. Sylvia got on her knees in front of John, took his cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. After a few minutes of that, John lay down on her. He licked and sucked her pussy until she was moaning and rolling her head from side to side. Then she had an orgasm.