Letters to Penthouse VII

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

“Save some for us, Johnny boy!” they said.

  “Hey, I'm a married woman,” Ella joked, and the men burst out laughing. I could feel pre-come leaking from my penis.

  Johnny's fingers continued to work on Ella's cunt as she writhed on the stool. “Oh, Johnny, I want to be fucked now, before Robert gets home. I need it,” she begged, and they all laughed. She drove her tongue hungrily into his mouth again as she reached out and stroked Johnny's prick through his jeans.

  “Aren't you hot!” he commented as he withdrew his hand from her lap. “It's time we got going,” he continued, holding his pussy-soaked hand to her mouth. Without hesitating she wrapped her lips around his fingers and sucked them like a cock, nibbling and moaning around their hardness. Johnny broke their embrace and turned to his friends, tossing his keys to one of the other guys. “Here, take my car and follow us,” he instructed. “It's getting late.”

  Before they could move I was out the door. Looking over my shoulder, I saw my wife slide off her bar stool and, grinding her pelvis against Johnny, kiss him passionately.

  I headed home, expecting them to go to our place. I wanted to make sure I was safely hidden away in the closet from where I could watch my wife fuck all these guys. But it wasn't meant to be. After half an hour I realized they must've gone somewhere else. Damn! It was six o'clock by then and I lay naked on the bed stroking my dick as I watched the tape of Johnny reaming my wife's cunt with his gargantuan cock. I couldn't help but wonder who was behind the camera as he slammed his meat into her.

  I jerked off grumpily, wondering where they'd all gone. All I could think about was Johnny and his friends pumping huge loads of come into Ella's tight cunt, making her tits heave back and forth as they screwed her without letup. I pictured her on her hands and knees, those big boobs rocking wildly as she was pumped from behind, a second prick pistoning in and out of her mouth, a third and fourth spewing their goo into her hands as she masturbated them vigorously, urging them on with her filthy talk.

  When I heard the front door open and Ella come in, I looked at my watch and was startled to realize that it was already ten o'clock. It was still sooner than I was supposed to be home, however, and Ella walked into the room not expecting to see me. She looked even hotter than she had earlier in the evening. Her black lace bra was gone and her huge tits and dark nipples were clearly visible through her sheer blouse. I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts as they swayed back and forth.

  “Hi, baby, you're home early,” she said seductively when she saw me on the bed. It was obvious she was still quite hot from the evening's activities, and I wanted to make sure I took advantage of the situation. She leaned over to kiss me and the front of her blouse opened slightly, allowing me an unobstructed view of her tits. It was as though she was flaunting her sluttishness, wanting me to know that she was letting other men sample the forbidden charms of her sensational body.

  Without saying a word, I leaned forward and cupped her tits in my hands, feeling the hard nipples bore into my palms. As I buried my face between her firm mounds I inhaled deeply and smelled the sweat and come from her lovers' cocks lingering on her skin. I know she loves to have her big tits fucked—I've done it dozens of times myself. I could just picture Johnny's hard slab surfing between her breasts.

  “You're a horny bastard tonight, aren't you!” she purred as she gently pushed one of her tits into my mouth. “Well, I'm horny too. Suck that tit, honey. Pull on my nipple.” When I sucked her hard nipple I savored the faint taste of semen on her flesh. As she shoved her hot tongue deep into my waiting mouth I began to explore her body with my hands, once again detecting the taste of another man's sperm.

  Ella pulled away from my embrace and climbed onto the bed. She rolled over on her back as I again went for her beautiful tits, but that was obviously not what she wanted. She pushed me down across her firm stomach until my face was opposite her cunt. She certainly knew I would quickly realize that I wasn't the first visitor there that night, but she didn't seem to care. Her disregard for my feelings made my cock pound like a drum.

  I was overcome with lust as I looked at her swollen red cunt lips. She had obviously taken quite a pounding from those four young studs. As I looked closely I could see a small trail of white sperm leaking from her cunt. I went wild and began rubbing her freshly fucked bush all over my face. Then I pulled away a little and slowly ran my tongue up and down the full length of her slit, lapping the white liquid up with my tongue. She freely began to tell me about the four lovers she'd just enjoyed and how beautiful their cocks were. I placed my lips over her hot gash, snaking my tongue deep into her hole as she told me how they'd given her the best fucking of her life.

  She was going crazy as I sucked on her cunt. The come of her four studs was streaming out of her pussy and onto my tongue. I swallowed hard, trying to consume each and every drop that my wife had squeezed out of them. As my tongue wiggled against her erect, rubbery clit she grabbed my head, shoving her hot pussy into my face. Her climax was intense and filled my mouth with a mixture of her juices and the rest of her lovers' spunk.

  “Oh, baby, suck on my clit,” she moaned. “That's it, honey, you get me so hot. Oh God, you don't know how good you make me feel. Eat me out, drink the come out of my pussy.” I ate and ate until, after hearing her describe every detail of her night and bringing her to several gut-wrenching orgasms, it was time for me to come too. I wrapped my wife's tits around my hard shaft and fucked them until I pumped my load onto her stiff nipples. Naturally, after massaging my come into her soft mounds I lapped them clean with my tongue.

  I learned a lot of things that night. One of them was that another man's semen can taste quite good if you're eating it out of your wife's pussy. I no longer hesitate to eat Ella out after I've shot my load into her. I also encourage her to have a good time with other men, and lately she's been enjoying a steady diet of big fat cocks. When she gets home she always feeds me a cunt-full of hot sperm while telling me about how great it was to get fucked by her latest hunk. Just yesterday as she was kneeling over my face frigging herself to another orgasm, Ella told me about the seven men who had fucked her for five hours straight in an adult-book store that afternoon while I was at work. It seems she went into the store looking for a dildo and found something a little more lively to play with.—R.M., Madison, Wisconsin

  IT'S A SERIOUS BET WHEN SELF-ESTEEM AND DINNER ARE ON THE LINE

  One day my wife Genevieve had been teasing me about my receding hairline and expanding waistline. I replied that she should be careful about what she was saying—after all, a quick look in the mirror would reveal that she wasn't the same attractive young girl who had snared me fifteen years earlier.

  “Are you saying I've lost my looks?” she asked.

  I tried to appease her. “No, your looks aren't lost. They've just changed. Nobody is going to cross the street to check out a thirty-year-old mother of two, that's all I meant.”

  I thought she'd see the humor in all of this, and I think she tried to, but it got her a little upset.

  “You want to make a bet?” she asked me. “Do you want to bet that somebody other than you could be sexually interested in me?”

  And, like the schmuck that I am, I said, “Sure. Prove to me that you haven't lost it and I'll take you out to dinner wherever you want. If you fail, you prepare a seven-course meal for me and my parents.” She hates cooking. She hates my parents even more. I figured that the prospect of spending an evening with them would shut her up.

  But it didn't. She said, “You're on. We'll settle the bet tonight.”

  At seven o'clock that night Genevieve put on a plain tank-top, a pair of shorts and black pumps. I knew she intended to win the bet when I noticed that she wasn't wearing underwear. Genevieve is usually very self-conscious about her large breasts—I can't remember the last time she went braless, even around the house.

  Our plan was simple. We were to go to a local bar that catered to the singles crowd. Genevieve had two hours to prove
she could still get somebody interested in her—and he had to be reasonably good-looking. I would watch from the sidelines.

  We got there at nine. The place was packed. Genevieve sat down at the bar, and I stood about fifty feet away.

  Genevieve ordered her first two drinks and downed them quickly. I could tell she was a little nervous. A tall guy in jeans and a black T-shirt bought her a few drinks, but he eventually wandered off. I found out later that Genevieve didn't think he was handsome enough to count.

  At eleven o'clock I was getting ready to claim victory when a man in an expensive-looking suit bought her a drink. His hair was graying, and he looked a bit out of place, but Genevieve didn't send him away.

  Before long the two of them were talking and laughing. It was clear that Genevieve had won the bet. I got up to go to the bathroom, figuring I'd collect my wife on the way back.

  On my way back from the men's room I ran into a guy I hadn't seen in about four years. By the time I got through talking to him and fighting my way back to the bar, Genevieve and her friend were gone. I couldn't find them anywhere. I called the house, figuring that maybe she had gotten tired of the game, or frightened when she couldn't find me, and had taken a cab home. The babysitter informed me that she hadn't come home, nor had she called.

  My heart was pounding as I walked through the parking lot to our car, hoping to find her waiting for me. I was almost there when I noticed two guys crouching behind a van, laughing and pointing at a Mercedes. I stopped and looked as well.

  I could clearly see Genevieve and her friend in the car. The front seats were reclined, and Genevieve's tank-top was pushed up to her neck. Her new friend was hungrily sucking her right breast. I was standing close enough to hear her say, “That's so nice” through the open window. After several minutes they stopped, and I assumed that their encounter was about to end. That's when Genevieve shifted position, and I had to move even closer to see.

  Now it was the man's turn to moan. Genevieve freed his dick from the confines of his tailored slacks and moved her hand up and down the shaft. His cock was very large. She began to suck him, slowly at first, then faster and faster as he bucked against her. He fingered her clit, then slid two fingers into her slit. “Suck me, baby,” he said, loud enough that I could hear it from two cars away.

  After he came, Genevieve sat up. When she ran her hand across her face to wipe away some beads of sweat, she finally saw me. And smiled. I walked back to the bar on weak and shaky legs, and within ten minutes she joined me.

  The next night I took her to the fanciest restaurant in town. I've never questioned her desirability again.—C.M., Tuscaloosa, Alabama

  APARTMENT FOR RENT: EAT-IN KITCHEN AND A ROOM WITH A VIEW

  I am twenty-five years old, five feet four and one hundred twenty pounds, with short blonde hair. I am also an exhibitionist.

  For the last three years I have been working as a realtor. When a great side-by-side duplex came on the market at a bargain price, I decided to buy it for myself. I moved in and began looking for a tenant.

  While I was screening applicants, I thought of a way to indulge my exhibitionist desires. I bought a two-way mirror and installed it in such a way that my tenant would see me but I would not see them. Then I bought a hideously ugly painting and hung it over the tenant's side of the mirror. I figured that whoever moved in would have to get rid of the painting (it really was quite ghastly). Then they would see into my bedroom because of the mirror.

  I interviewed five people and finally settled on Kurt, a good-looking man in his thirties. It didn't take long. One day I peeked in his window to see him taking down the painting to put up one of his own. His painting was never hung, though, after he discovered that he could see into my bedroom anytime he wanted.

  It was perfect. Kurt didn't think I knew he was watching me. I could show off my naked body to my heart's content. I went through my daily routine as I always had. I would get up in the morning and exercise in the nude, knowing that Kurt was watching me.

  One Saturday afternoon I summoned up all my courage and provided him with a show that turned us both on. First I went outside to make sure he was standing by the mirror. I ran back in and stripped for him, then lay down on the bed. He must have been thrilled when I reached under the bed and took out my vibrator. I then proceeded to masturbate, climaxing with the vibrator in my cunt and my left hand pinching my nipples.

  From that day on, every Saturday afternoon was show time. One day I was wondering what it would be like to shave my cunt. Then I realized that it would be a golden opportunity for another exhibition.

  The following Saturday I looked through the window and was shocked to see Kurt and four of his friends sitting by the mirror. My pussy really got wet when I saw that they had set up a video camera.

  I went into the bathroom and brought out a razor, shaving cream, a towel and a bowl of water. I then lay down on my back, on the floor, with one foot on each side of the mirror.

  I began shaving my cunt, doing my best to make sure the guys saw plenty of pink. When I was done, I stopped and got my vibrator. I went back to the mirror, turned away from it and bent over. I could almost feel their eyes on me as I reached between my legs and slid the small vibrator into my slit.

  For thirty minutes I gave the guys the show of their lives. I came, bucking my hips and screaming.

  The next day, as I was clipping my toenails in the nude, I wondered who had the videotape. The thought of one of the guys watching the video and jerking off propelled me to masturbate for Kurt yet again.

  Kurt hardly ever leaves the house now. I can't wait until next Saturday. My friend Stephanie is coming over and we're going to put on a show that will knock Kurt's socks off.—L.R., Newport News, Virginia

  WATCHING A SEXY RUBDOWN MAKES HIS ROD STAND UP

  My wife Teresa is gorgeous, with a great set of tits and a gorgeous ass. She was a virgin when we got married and didn't experience another cock until she started cheating on me a few years ago. I never caught her and she never told me, but I'd been keeping count of her contraceptive sponges. Every time she was working late, another sponge would disappear. I would always wait up for her—the fucking that followed would be great, as her cunt was well lubricated with her lover's come. I never said anything to her because I'd always wanted to watch her fuck another man—this was a step in the right direction.

  After a while I was finally able to fulfill my fantasy. We took a vacation to St. Maarten. Our hotel was near a nude beach. After much coaxing from me, Teresa agreed to go.

  When we got to the beach she removed her top, but refused to take off the bottom of her bikini. I really enjoyed the admiring looks she received as we played in the water.

  The next day we went back to the beach. This time she went totally nude. The fact that her beautiful tits and cunt were exposed for all to see gave me a raging hard-on. When she lay down on her back and spread her legs slightly, I wanted to fuck her right then and there. A number of guys walking the beach made it a point to walk by as closely and slowly as possible. One guy, about twenty years old, sat down about ten feet in front of us. His position gave him a clear view of Teresa's furry cunt. After a few minutes he had to roll over onto his stomach to hide his hard-on.

  When we got back to the hotel I suggested we both get a massage. I called the front desk and made arrangements for the masseur to come to our room. John, the masseur, was about thirty years old and black. He wore a white T-shirt and a pair of thin white running shorts. The glow of his ebony skin through the white shorts made it obvious he wasn't wearing anything underneath them.

  Teresa went first, lying facedown on a mat John had placed on the floor. John straddled her hips and, with professional ease, untied her bikini top. Teresa's eyes widened a bit, but she didn't say anything. With his nylon-covered cock resting against her bikini-covered ass, John proceeded to massage her back and shoulders. The feel of his fingers grazing the sides of her tits as he worked on her back began to get to her. She
squirmed slightly as his hands moved down.

  Pushing her legs slightly apart, he reached up and removed Teresa's bikini bottom, exposing the smooth white globes of her ass-cheeks. He didn't move for a moment, feasting his eyes on her exposed ass and cunt. His view was spectacular. I couldn't believe I was sitting on the bed, watching a black man enjoying the sight of my naked wife.

  Starting with her calves he worked his way up, alternately kneading and caressing them. Using one hand, he squeezed and massaged her thighs, his other hand resting against her cunt. Teresa's eyes were squeezed shut as she squirmed against the pressure of his hand.

  John then took one white ass-cheek in each black hand. Gently kneading them, he pulled them apart, exposing Teresa's slit. His thumb moved toward her entrance and moved in circles around her dripping-wet hole. Teresa's eyes flew open, she moaned out loud, and she rotated her hips to meet the pressure of John's teasing thumb. Smiling broadly, John sat back. He poured some oil onto his hands and gently massaged her ass, then inserted two fingers into her gushing cunt. Teresa raised her hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers. Her eyes were glazed with lust and she was biting her lip to keep from crying out. She was on the brink of orgasm when he withdrew his fingers.

  After telling her to roll over onto her back, John stood up and removed his clothes. Teresa stared at his glistening black body in awe. His cock was semi-erect, six inches long and much thicker than mine. Trailing his fingertips along her body, he positioned himself next to her head. Kneeling down, his cock just inches from her face, he began massaging her breasts.

  Teresa couldn't stand his teasing any longer. She grabbed his cock, brought it to her lips and began sucking with abandon. The sight of her sucking that big, black cock went beyond my wildest fantasies. After what seemed like an eternity, John pulled his wet cock from my wife's lips and knelt between her legs. In one smooth stroke he buried his cock to the hilt. She screamed with the intensity of her orgasm.

  I couldn't hold back any longer. I knelt by Teresa's head and she sucked my cock like a woman possessed. I watched John's cock slide in and out of my wife's beautiful cunt as she sucked me. John and I came at the same time. She gasped as she came again and swallowed the torrent of come filling her mouth.