Letters to Penthouse VII

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

  After a couple of minutes Andy's hand was back on her thigh, and this time there was no resistance from my wife. His fingers were soon under her shorts and she was moaning, “Oh yes, yes, please touch me there.” Whenever he took his hand away from her pussy she put it back, softly muttering, “I'm so wet. I can't believe I'm doing this with you.”

  Cindy lifted her ass and Andy pulled her shorts and panties down. He knelt on the floor, pulled her ass to the edge of the couch and started licking the insides of her thighs. She moaned, “Deeper, stick your tongue in all the way.” Her pussy lips were swollen and gaping, and clear juice was pouring out of them. I would've loved to be lapping up that delicious fluid myself, but in a way it was even more of a turn-on watching Andy do it.

  Cindy's head was rolling from side to side. She kept moaning, “Oh God, oh God,” and playing with her clit.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Andy teased.

  Cindy groaned, “No! No way. I'm almost there. Don't stop!” He tongue-fucked her to an orgasm that left her legs flailing in the air and her body spasming. Her loud cries of “Jesus, I'm fucking coming!” filled the air.

  After Cindy caught her breath Andy pulled his shorts down and asked, “What do you say? Are you ready for a great fuck?”

  Cindy opened her eyes wide at the sight of his giant pole. She took him in her arms and said, “God yes. Fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick!” Kneeling between her knees, Andy tapped his cock against her cunt a few times to get it hard. It was eight or nine inches long and quite fat: the head was the size of a plum. He lifted her legs up and eased them apart. Her waiting cunt was shiny with her juices. Andy placed the head of his dick at her hole and started pressing against it, wetting just his dickhead but not trying to squeeze all of his cock into her cunt just yet.

  Cindy sighed, “Oh God, you're big!” Once his tip was well lubricated Andy eased more and more of his shaft into her. It seemed to take him forever, but he finally got it all in. Once when he pulled the whole length out of her she sucked in her breath and begged, “Please, please put it back!” He obliged and Cindy let loose a long, low growl of pleasure. Andy started fucking her with strong thrusts, mashing his pubic hair against hers at the end of each push. Whenever he pulled out, his shaft was glistening with her juices. His cock looked so good even I wanted a piece of it. It was the first time I'd ever had the urge to suck a dick. For a few minutes I actually considered bursting into the room and having Andy fuck my mouth instead of my wife's cunt.

  After a few minutes of thrusting Andy asked, “Do you want me to come inside you?”

  “Yes!” she urged. He grunted loudly, his balls drawn up tightly against his body. After several especially deep plunges he shouted, “I'm coming … now!” Cindy wrapped her legs tightly around his ass as he pumped his load into her hole. They were both trembling all over with excitement, their bodies spasming as the waves of orgasm raced through them.

  When Andy pulled out he rolled off to the side and kissed Cindy. Her cunt was tomato-red and wide open. I could see his sperm running out of her pussy and down her ass-cheeks. For some time I'd been jerking off, and as I watched the semen drip out of her cunt I shot my load.

  Andy continued playing with her cunt as they talked about what they'd just done. It was getting late, so Cindy kissed him and said, “You'd better get going before Russ gets back.”

  He started getting dressed, so I left for my car. After I saw Andy leave I waited about fifteen minutes before walking in. Cindy was in a robe and I casually asked, “Where's Andy?”

  “You just missed him. He was tired and went home.” I asked her to make us a drink and waited for her in the living room. When Cindy handed me my drink I inquired, “So how was it?” Before she could think of what to say I told her, “I watched it all from the yard.” Cindy started to cry, but I said, “Hey, honey, it's okay. You two got me so hot I had a fantastic orgasm.”

  We started kissing and soon we were in a 69 position. Some of Andy's spunk was still in her cunt, and when she came it oozed out mixed with her own juices. We fucked for a good hour and decided that the next time Andy was over we'd have a threesome with him.—R.P., Columbus, Ohio

  HUSBAND PARTICIPATES IN NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH—OF HIS WIFE!

  I have a thing about watching women get undressed and take showers. It began some years ago when I looked out my window one night and saw one of my neighbors, a cute young single woman named Giselle, undressing. She'd left her curtains open and was taking her clothes off right there in the living room with all the lights on. For all I knew she was begging for attention, and I was happy to give it to her. Since she lives directly across the street I was able to bring the action up close with my binoculars.

  As her garments fell to the floor one by one I could see that she took good care of herself. I'd often seen her on the street dressed in baggy clothes and thought she was hiding some serious figure flaws, but in fact her body was very nicely toned. In my opinion there's nothing sexier than a woman with a slim, muscular body. I'm a sucker for women's tummies, and thanks to my binoculars I could see hers was round and soft and fuzzy as a peach. I couldn't imagine why she would have to resort to undressing in the window to spark a little male interest. Maybe she just liked showing off her hard work.

  I jerked off, delighted that I had a beautiful neighbor who was an exhibitionist. Sadly for me, though, she only did it that one time. But the incident set off a burning curiosity in me that I desperately needed to satisfy. I started going for walks at night to see if any other neighborhood women were leaving their curtains open while they undressed. Much to my surprise the only other one doing it was my wife! Pamela is very shy so I know she didn't do it on purpose. She just didn't think anyone would look in on her as she was undressing. Well, she was wrong.

  Once I'd discovered that she didn't always make sure the curtains were closed when she stripped, I started going outside to watch her. What a turn-on! Pamela has beautiful tits, round and firm. Her nipples stand at attention when she showers. I have seen plenty of tits over the years and have had the opportunity to kiss, suck and fondle a good many of them, but Pamela's are my favorite.

  I now often stand outside and watch Pamela naked in different rooms of our house. My favorite pastime is watching her in the shower. I love watching her rubbing soap over her breasts. The first time it happened I could only see her in silhouette, but I recently bought a new transparent shower curtain and the view is sexier than ever. While she goes through her innocent scrubbing rituals I stand by the window stroking my hard-on. Sometimes when Pamela is bathing she makes herself come by massaging her tits. There's no way I can hold a load after seeing something like that, and I invariably pump my hand full of come while hiding in the bushes.

  One night when I went outside to watch her take a shower I got a real surprise: someone was already spying on my wife! It was Giselle, the girl from across the street who'd inspired me to start peeping in the first place. Remembering what I'd seen the night I watched her through the window gave me an instant erection. When I noticed her looking in the window at my wife, my mind was totally blown. I imagined Giselle spying on her when I wasn't around, playing with her clitoris, imagining she was sucking my wife's cunt lips and rubbing Pamela's hard nipples against her own.

  I kept still in the bushes waiting to see what Giselle would do. I could see that Pamela was getting ready to step into the shower. Giselle opened her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and her tits were soon hanging out in the breezy evening air. Her eyes glued to my wife's movements. Giselle started playing with her boobs, squeezing the tit-flesh, pulling on the nipples, caressing her areolae with the fingers of both hands. Her nipples were quite long. Grasping them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, she stretched them toward each other and rubbed the tips against one another until they were hard. Biting her lip to keep from making any noise, she peered into the steamy bathroom and waited.

  When Pamela started rubbing soap over her pubic hair I saw Gis
elle reach under her short skirt. She pushed a finger straight into her vagina. After a few deep strokes she slid her moistened finger out of her tunnel and began rubbing the lips of her pussy. I could smell the sexy aroma of her cunt. My own hand disappeared into my jeans and started pulling my stiff erection.

  I guess the hormones rushing though my system made me either bold or crazy, because just as Giselle appeared ready to come I walked up behind her and said, “Howdy neighbor!” Not surprisingly, she was very startled. For a moment she froze, her tits still hanging out and her hand buried between her thighs. She had an embarrassed smirk and was blushing. I slowly reached out for her, a gentle smile of understanding on my face. She nodded, took my hand and guided it under her skirt. I inched my way up to her warm, wet pussy. Giselle spread her legs farther apart to make it easier for me to finger-fuck her.

  “Are you enjoying the show?” I asked. She took a deep breath and said she was. I looked in the window and saw Pamela massaging her tits with a sponge. Giselle saw it too and moved closer to the window. As she did so I got behind her and imitated what Pamela was doing, squeezing Giselle's breasts and rolling the nipples between my fingers. She pushed her pussy back against my crotch. I wanted to synchronize our movements with the performance Pam was putting on. I quickly unzipped, pressed my hard cock into Giselle's moist pussy and started fucking her with all my might. Her cunt wasn't tight at all—obviously she'd done a lot of fucking—but it was wet and steamy hot and gave my big dick plenty of room to do its thing.

  I fucked Giselle hard as my wife pleased herself in the shower. When Pamela pulled on her nipples I did the same to Giselle. Cradling her breasts with one arm and continuing to tweak her nipples. Pamela applied a finger to her clit. I knew it wouldn't be long before my wife climaxed, and I wanted to come with her. I increased the intensity of my fucking, plowing into Giselle with long, full-throttle strokes and playing with her love-button. Within a couple of minutes all three of us came. I filled Giselle's pussy with a blast of batter as she trembled and quivered forcefully, her pussy grabbing at my cock as the orgasm pulsed through her body. Pamela appeared to have a very satisfying orgasm as well.

  Soon she got out of the shower and dried off. Giselle kissed me on the lips, whispered, “Goodbye… and thanks,” then slipped off into the night.

  I was still quite fired up, so I went into the house, took a shower and met up with Pamela in the bedroom. After sharing a few passionate kisses we fucked like never before.

  Many nights have come and gone since then, but Giselle has never come back to the window to watch—at least I've never seen her again. But I'll always remember the magical night that we all came together.—S.J., Dearborn, Michigan

  “JOHNNY COME LATELY?” “OH, ABOUT AN HOUR AGO,” SHE REPLIED

  I travel extensively in my line of work, which is what I was doing a couple of weeks ago. But after another night of sitting in yet another strange hotel in another unfamiliar city I found myself really missing my wife Ella. I canceled the rest of my business trip and booked a flight home so I could surprise her by returning a day early. All I wanted was to wrap my arms around my beautiful Ella, carry her to the bed and get a little of the hot pussy I'd been dreaming about all week.

  Wouldn't you know it—when I got to the house I discovered that Ella wasn't home. With a cry of disappointment I threw myself on the sofa. I was too restless to sit still for long, though, and decided to take a quick shower and cool my heels at a local bar for a few hours.

  I quickly shed my clothes and stepped into the shower. After standing under the hot water for about fifteen minutes I began to masturbate, thinking about how good Ella's soft pussy lips were going to feel in my mouth. Her cunt has a strong scent and flavor and gets incredibly wet when she climaxes. I brought myself to orgasm imagining that she too was coming, filling my mouth with her tasty nectar.

  As I went into the bedroom to get dressed I noticed a plain brown envelope lying on the floor in front of the TV set. I casually picked it up and read the note on the outside: “I thought that you might enjoy this—Johnny.”

  The envelope was empty, but I noticed a tape in the VCR. It had been ejected but hot removed. Obviously Ella had already watched the tape. Johnny is my boss, a thirty-year-old self-made millionaire who puts the moves on every woman he meets and is successful with most of them. My curiosity was piqued as I stood there naked. I wondered why he'd left a videotape for my wife. As far as I knew they'd only met a couple of times at company functions and Ella didn't seem to care much for his womanizing ways.

  I tried to forget about the tape, but I couldn't. With my heart beating a mile a minute I turned the TV on, put the tape into the VCR and hit the Play button.

  The screen was flooded with the image of a man on his hands and knees. He was kneeling behind a woman, thrusting his hips forward as he drove his hard meat into her. I recognized Johnny but couldn't see much of the woman, covered as she was by his tall frame. Her hands reached back over her head as she ran her fingers through his thick hair. His hands were kneading her large tits as he continued to drive his cock into her. The woman was obviously enjoying the fucking she was getting. Johnny has a lot of tapes of him screwing the many women in his life and he's always handing them out to people. He's a little disgusting, really, and I was sorry that Ella had been subjected to his grossness.

  Just as I was about to stop the tape the woman leaned forward and rolled onto her back. My eyes just about popped out of their sockets. The lady getting fucked so powerfully by Johnny was my own wife! I was transfixed by the lustful look in Ella's eyes as she begged Johnny to stick his huge cock back into her pussy. I had no idea how they first got together, let alone how many times my wife had made it with my boss by the time this videotape was shot. All I knew was that they were very exciting to watch, their powerful, energetic bodies well-matched—one of those couples that looked as though they'd been born to fuck each other's brains out.

  I watched Johnny lean over and lick the beads of sweat off Ella's neck and breasts. Even though I was shocked that my wife had given in to someone as crude and obvious as Johnny, I have to admit that the scene before me was getting me really turned on. I felt my cock hardening and unzipped my pants to give it room to grow fully erect. I found myself stroking my cock as I watched my boss kiss Ella's wet, open mouth, then work his way down to her snatch and plunge his tongue between her moist cunt lips.

  “That's it, Johnny, suck on my pussy. Fuck me with your hot tongue. Oh baby, make me come. Oh yes! Yes! I'm coming, baby! I'm coming for you! Feel me come!” she screamed as I watched her hump his face with her cunt. It was more than I could stand. I masturbated heatedly until my prick erupted in my hand, spewing sticky sperm all over the place.

  By the time I'd licked the last thin dribble of jism off the palm of my hand Johnny had managed to sink his large cock into Ella's cunt and was fucking her hard, clutching her hips and plowing into her with his man-machine. Ella's tits surged up toward her chin like an ocean wave in the aftershock of each powerful thrust of Johnny's hips. Fascinated once more by the pair on the screen, I watched as Johnny moved his hands to Ella's tits, kneading them powerfully as he continued to fuck her with long, hard strokes.

  “That's it, Johnny, give me your cock. Harder, baby, fuck me harder. Come on, do it—fuck me!” she screamed. As she experienced another in a string of massive orgasms my cock, hard as stone again, let loose another torrent of come—this time without me even touching it!

  I rewound the tape to where I'd started it, cleaned up my mess, dressed and headed to the bar for a much-needed drink. The look of ecstasy on Ella's face while Johnny's dick was inside her wouldn't leave my mind. So you can imagine my surprise when I stepped into the dark bar and saw my wife sitting in the nearly deserted room surrounded by four handsome young men. One of them was Johnny! I was also shocked to see the way Ella was dressed. Her big tits were barely covered by the sheer, skimpy blouse she wore. Her black lace bra clearly showed through for ev
eryone to see and her skirt was so short it had crept up to the point where it looked more like a belt. With her legs slightly apart I could see the black lace panties that shielded her pussy lips from the eyes of all present.

  My head felt hot and I was a little dizzy as a jolt of undeniable lust raced through my body. What was this new feeling I'd discovered, this enjoyment I was getting out of seeing Ella flirting with and fucking other men? Shouldn't I be upset that she was fooling around on me? Shouldn't I go over there and demand that she stop this nonsense and come home at once? I quickly ducked back into the shadows to safely watch them laugh and talk, the stares of all the men in the place fixed on my wife's nearly-exposed tits and crotch. No one but the waitress even noticed me.

  Johnny leaned toward Ella, placing his hand on her thigh about halfway between her knee and her cunt. At that distance it was impossible to hear what they were saying, so after the waitress brought me a beer I moved closer, being careful not to be spotted. Ella's gorgeous breasts were a beautiful sight, rising and falling from her excited breathing. She turned to face Johnny and spread her legs a little wider apart for him. His hand slowly worked its way up her thigh, squeezing and caressing the flesh until her whole body jumped as his fingers slid past her panties and brushed against her cunt lips.

  “Well, aren't we getting fresh!” I heard her giggle. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. I had to shift positions because my dick was completely hard again. Two of Johnny's fingers disappeared into her snatch, which was no doubt dripping by now. His friends stood wide-eyed and drooling, shifting their weight as their pants became tight and uncomfortable around their swelling dicks.