by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)
While Harris and Jimmy got dressed, Dave sat on the sofa and masturbated. He ejaculated all over his chest and stomach. When he started walking to the bathroom to clean up, I ran back to my bedroom before he saw me.
I left early the next morning so he wouldn't know I was there, but I think he was suspicious. He moved out a few weeks later.—B.F., San Francisco, California
PRIM AND PROPER LADY BECOMES A VIXEN WHEN THERE'S AN AUDIENCE
I recently went on a date with a very attractive woman named Alicia. When I picked her up that evening, I couldn't help but notice her voluptuous breasts, which threatened to burst out of the blouse she was wearing. She kept it open to the third button. Alicia normally acted very prim and proper, so this blatant display of sexuality took me by surprise. I'd originally thought we'd have a quiet little evening, but now my fantasy machine went into high gear.
As we sat in the restaurant I kept trying to find a way to tell her how hot she was making me, without being offensive. I never found the words, but I couldn't help feeling as though she'd gotten the message when she slid one foot up my leg and tickled the inside of my knee with her toes. This was not the Alicia I'd been expecting, but I had no complaints!
After dinner I drove Alicia home, and asked if I could come in to make a telephone call. She responded, “As long as it's not to another woman. I want you all to myself.” Before we'd even gotten past the foyer, Alicia dropped to her knees and unleashed my tool. She let the tip of it rest on her tongue, which she swirled around the knob a few times, as if trying to get it good and wet. My cock was rock-hard in seconds. Smiling up at me, Alicia kissed the tip of my dick and asked, “Anyone ever done this for you before?” Then she let her mouth run down, down, down the length of my dick until we were practically playing tonsil hockey. As a matter of fact, no one had ever taken me that deep before. I let her know my response with a groan, which seemed to make her happy. When she slowly eased my shaft back out of her mouth again and ran her tongue once more around the tip, she made a kind of purring sound.
As her mouth moved back and forth on my hard prick, I grabbed on to her shoulders just to keep from passing out with pleasure. Watching my cock disappear inside her stroke after stroke was carrying me to a plateau of pleasure I'd never known. The sensation was intensifying so rapidly that it didn't take long for me to shoot jets of come into her mouth. She kept me deep inside her mouth the whole time I was coming, as though she understood how sensitive my dick gets when it reaches that point. When it seemed as though I'd stopped, she licked the vein up the center of my pecker with just the tip of her tongue, and it shuddered, squeezing out one last spray of sperm.
After Alicia had sucked up all of my load, she led me to her bedroom. I spent a long time patting and enjoying those gorgeous tits. Too long, apparently, because she finally screamed, “Don't tease me! Eat me!” I bent down and lapped at Alicia's wet vagina. I continued to eat her tasty pussy until she splattered my face with her juices.
Suddenly we noticed two men looking through the window. I thought this would scare my shy, proper friend, but it had the opposite effect—Alicia became even more aroused and climbed onto my totem pole to give them a show.
Alicia's wet cunt swallowed my prick to the hilt. She bounced up and down on my dick with delight. We shifted position, and I fucked her doggie-style until she had another orgasm. I kept pumping into her tight, hot cunt until I exploded, collapsing with exhaustion and delight.
My shy princess wasn't done with me, though. She bent down and darted her long tongue over my balls until I shot another mammoth load.
The next time I have a date with Alicia, I think I'll sell tickets!—B.D., Hartford, Connecticut
Domination & Discipline
TABLES ARE TURNED WHEN WIFE DECIDES THAT TWO CAN PLAY THE DOMINATION GAME
After ten years of marriage I decided to spice up our sex life. After telling my beautiful wife Erica that she was bad for not cleaning the house that day, I tied her up and lightly spanked her ass. Erica really responded favorably to this.
I let a few weeks go by before I decided she was ready for a repeat performance. When we went into the bedroom one night, I gave her ass a slap and told her she had been bad again and needed to be punished. But this time she surprised me. She spun around and said, “Bullshit, you were the one who came home shit-faced tonight after going out drinking with the boys.”
With that she grabbed one of my bandannas and tied my hands to the headboard in a flash. She undid my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. Erica roughly rolled me over on my stomach and gave me the spanking of my life. While she spanked me she lectured me on how bad I had been and told me that she was going to spank my ass until it was beet red. When she was through, she even got a mirror and made me look at my red ass so I would better remember it.
Then she rolled me over onto my back. I was relieved, because my dick had been trying to drill a hole through the mattress and was real uncomfortable. She said that even though she was mad, she still loved me and would prove it. Erica ran her tongue over my balls and gently scraped them with her fingernails. I almost came in her face. She sensed I was close to the edge, so she backed off. She continued her attentions but would not let me come.
She said that as soon as I was finished with my punishment and chores, she would let me come. I didn't know what she meant, but when I saw her pussy moving toward my face I got the idea. She was more turned on than I was, and I could see her delicious juices running down her thighs. I strained at my bonds to get my tongue on her, but she teased me by only allowing quick licks and then backing away and fingering herself. She knew this was driving me wild, so she played her game until she couldn't stand it anymore. Then she planted her pussy firmly on my mouth and I licked everywhere my tongue could reach. Erica climaxed violently, drenching my face with her juices.
I was willing to continue this for a while, but she got up and went to her dresser. She returned with her eight-inch vibrating dildo and straddled my chest. With one quick thrust, she shoved the dildo up her pussy. The plastic dick was fairly large in diameter and I was really getting turned on as I watched it slide in and out, stretching her drenched pussy. Soon Erica climaxed and flooded my chest with her juices.
After she'd rested, I said, “Okay, you've had your fun. Now get down and suck my dick till I come in your mouth.” Oops, that was a mistake. She let me know it by flipping me over and slapping my ass hard for talking to her that way. I said I was sorry, but that right now I could use a good fucking. I guess I got a little carried away.
“Oh, you want a good fucking?” she asked. “Well, fine, I'll give you one.” I felt her run the dildo up the crack of my ass and I nervously told her that wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Erica said she didn't care.
She got out the K-Y jelly and lubed up my asshole. I tried to relax, and she stuck the tip of the dildo in. Erica moved the vibrator in and out real slow. The more she did, the better it felt, and I was beginning to lose control. I couldn't help myself. Soon I was bucking backward to meet each thrust.
The next few minutes were a blur, because she turned the vibrator on. I was in heaven. I had never been so totally consumed by anything like that before. She reached around and started jerking me off. Within seconds I blasted my load onto the sheets.—R.P., Detroit, Michigan
SPENDTHRIFT WIFE GETS A SOUND SPANKING FOR HER NAUGHTY WAYS
My name is Donna and I am a twenty-four-year-old housewife. I enjoy a great sex life with my husband Walter. We are like most young couples, except Walter is very dominant in our relationship. I enjoy playing the submissive role most of the time, because Walter takes good care of me. As long as I don't neglect my household duties and keep my spending down to reasonable limits, there is no problem. Unfortunately sometimes I let my housework slide or spend too much. Walter's response is always the same: he punishes me with a sound spanking.
After about three months of marriage Walter found out that I enjoy playing a submissive role and too
k full advantage of that knowledge. He said if I wanted him to continue handling everything, I would have to agree to do things his way. Of course, I agreed.
He told me I was to go to the mall and purchase a few implements for him to spank me with. I bought a wooden hairbrush and a Ping-Pong paddle and gave them to him that night. I was surprised to find how much it turned me on to think that Walter would actually spank me with these things.
After I gave him the brush and paddle, he put them on the bureau up in the spare room and told me that that's where I would be sent when I was going to get spanked. The subject was then dropped.
As strange as it may seem, by that time I wanted to get spanked, and I began doing little things to goad Walter into carrying out his threat. I wasn't successful though, until I didn't do a single load of laundry for fifteen straight days. On the sixteenth day he ran out of clean underwear. He was really pissed when he looked in the hamper and found a ton of dirty laundry. He told me to go to the spare room, strip down to my bra and panties and wait for him. He added that I better enjoy sitting while I still could.
When he finally came upstairs, first he scolded me soundly. He said that since this was my first offense, he would only use his hand, but I had better stay still. He sat down on a straight-backed chair and had me stand next to him. He pulled down my panties, which embarrassed me even though he's my husband. He positioned me over his knees and started to rub my bottom. I enjoyed that until he started to spank me really hard.
He kept this up until I was crying out loud. I kicked my legs and squirmed around, but this only seemed to make him spank me even harder. He stopped after I finally lay still. He kept me over his knees until my cries faded into sobs, and then he let me up. I stood there, frantically rubbing my poor little bottom. I was exhausted and figured I'd just go to bed. But Walter informed me that I'd better get the laundry done if I didn't want another spanking.
Walter gave me my most recent spanking just last night. Unlike the spanking I just described, this one was severe. But I must admit I really deserved it. I had charged a lot of new clothes that I had no way of paying for. While I was on my shopping spree, I foolishly thought I'd be able to pay it off in time, but by the end of the day I knew that I was in for a sound spanking if Walter found out. Of course, when the credit card bill came in, I was caught red-handed. Walter was not just annoyed—he was furious. He coldly informed me that I was really going to get it this time.
I was really nervous as I waited for him up in the spare room After two and a half hours, he finally came upstairs. By that time. I was almost looking forward to getting it over with.
First he yelled at me for about a half hour for being such a spendthrift. Then he picked up the paddle and told me to touch my toes. He yanked down my panties, put his arm around my waist and warned me that I wasn't going to be able to sit for a week.
He cocked his arm back for a full swing, and the paddle made a loud crack when it made contact with my bottom. The pain was intense, and by the third stroke I was in tears. He told me that I was going to get one stroke for every dollar I had spent. This terrified me, because I had spent over five hundred dollars. The few strokes I had already received hurt so much that I could not ever imagine five hundred strokes of the paddle.
The paddle was large enough to cover almost my entire bottom on each stroke, so Walter did not have to move it around to cover all the territory. He aimed for the same spot with each stinging blow. After what seemed like a very long while, he stopped, stood me up, sat down and pulled me across his lap. Then he continued the spanking with the back of his hand. I begged and pleaded with him to stop. My poor bottom felt as if it were on fire. I finally stopped begging, because I was crying so loud my pleas could not be heard.
When he finally stopped and released me, I went straight to bed and cried myself to sleep.
Walter gave me a copy of Penthouse Letters today and told me as part of my punishment I had to write a letter to you about this incident. He warned me that if I didn't write a good letter I'd get another spanking.
It may sound strange to some people, but I have to admit, even though it hurts to get a spanking, I know that my husband does it because he loves me.—D.T., Buffalo, New York
DELIVERANCE II: SUBMISSIVE HAS MOUNTAINS OF FUN WITH THREE RURAL ROUGHNECKS
My name is Lena and I'm a true submissive who enjoys bondage and humiliation. I serve my husband Henry in any way he pleases. I have been Henry's slut-slave for over ten years. In a previous letter to your magazine, I related my experience as a sex slave to three of Henry's friends: Michael, Wayne and Steve. They share a hunting camp near ours in the Adirondack Mountains. My husband had set everything up and given the men permission to use me in any way they wished. When I left Michael, Wayne and Steve Sunday morning, I left behind a pair of my panties and a note telling them I would be back.
Henry and I talked about my experiences all the way home and I told him I would enjoy spending one more weekend with his three friends. Henry was pleased and gave me permission to do so.
A week later, Michael called to find out when I'd be coming back. I assured him that I would return as long as he promised that our second weekend together would be as good or better than the first. Michael assured me that it would be and promised to call me as soon as all the necessary arrangements had been made. Anticipation of a delicious weekend drove me wild with lust all week long.
On Wednesday night Michael called to say he had contacted Wayne and Steve and that all was ready. He instructed me to bring only three items of clothing: the tightest, shortest shorts I could find, a bikini top and a pair of extra-high heels. He also told me to bring my slave collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, and a leather belt.
They had all the rope we would need at the camp already. I was to arrive at four o'clock Friday afternoon, ready for the most humiliating weekend I had ever experienced. Michael also promised to capture everything on video for Henry.
On Friday afternoon I kissed Henry good-bye and drove to their camp. Along the way, I kept checking my face in the mirror. For a thirty-two-year-old broad I still looked pretty darn good.
I arrived right on time wearing my slutty shorts and sky-high heels. No underwear was allowed. Michael met me at the car and told me to strip and bring my things inside and then to serve the guys a beer on the porch. Things were starting well. I had only been there two minutes and I was already completely naked!
After putting my stuff away, I brought the guys their beers. “Get on your knees, slut, and start sucking,” Michael ordered. As I sucked each of the guys, I knew that this was going to be a fantastic weekend. After they had all been satisfied orally, they put on my slave collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, and tied me to a nearby tree. Then all three took turns whipping my ass with willow switches as a preview of what I would get if I displeased them.
I cooked supper for everyone. After cleaning up I became the center of attention once again. First I had to dance for them. I fetched my overnight bag, took out my biggest dildo and put on a sexy show guaranteed to shock and arouse them. I was so hot myself that I got myself off with the dildo several times as I danced. After another round of blow jobs, I was tied to a bed and fucked by each of them in turn. After that, Michael said that the foreplay was now over and that the real humiliation was about to begin.
I was released from the bed and told to sit on a chair with my legs spread wide. Then I had to tell them what a worthless slut I was and all the nasty things I wanted them to do to me. During the entire interview, I also had to fuck myself with my dildo. Of course, it was all recorded on video.
After telling them how they were to fuck me any way, any time and any where they wanted, I described in detail how I wanted to be tied up, forced to march naked through the woods and have my ass whipped.
I was told to get on my knees. After hooking my hands behind my back, they took me outside for a walk down the road. It is a dead-end dirt road, but even so, anyone could have driven by and seen me. Aft
er returning to the camp, I was asked to slither across the lawn like a snake: not an easy task when your hands are tied behind your back.
The rest of the night, the guys fucked me in the pussy, the ass and the mouth. Then each of them wanted a tongue bath and each one wanted his ass licked clean.
The next morning after breakfast, I was taken out to a tree and hung spread-eagle. The guys took turns whipping my ass with switches. It really didn't hurt. In fact, it felt fucking great! Next I was suspended upside down. With me in this position, the guys were able to fuck my mouth while Wayne used my dildo to fuck my ass. Naturally the camcorder continued to roll.
In the afternoon, I was staked spread-eagle on the lawn and the guys all jacked off over me. I was then taken for a walk in the woods, tied over a fallen tree and fucked in the ass by each of the guys. These guys had amazing staying power! As for me, running through the woods on a leash while having my ass whipped had made me hotter than you can imagine.
When we got back to the camp, I was made to stack firewood while the men sat around drinking beer and commenting about how nice it was to have their wood stacked by a naked slut.
After dinner, we all got dressed up and went to a small country bar that Michael liked. I was wearing such skimpy cutoffs that there was only a thin piece of fabric hiding the crack of my ass. On top I wore my string bikini top. To complete my ensemble I put on a lot of makeup. Everything about me shouted “slut.”
The bartender and the two other customers all knew Michael and his friends. We all sat together and had a couple rounds of drinks. I could see the locals staring at my slave collar.
When Michael noticed their stares, he explained that I was their slave for the weekend and that I would do anything they asked.
When the bartender put on some music, Michael told me to dance and then to strip. There I was, in a bar wearing nothing but my heels with six very horny men. Michael told me to put on a good show for his friends. At his instructions, I played with my-self, slithered across the floor and finally allowed everyone to feel me up and run their hands all over my body.
