Letters to Penthouse VII

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

  As an encore, I jacked off the bartender and the two locals. As each was about to come, I knelt down and let them shoot their-loads on my face. My pussy was really dripping by this time and I desperately needed to be fucked, but my masters would not hear of it. We stayed at the bar long enough for one more round of drinks. I was still completely naked with my hands tied behind my back as we walked to the parking lot.

  The locals watched from the bar window as the guys laid me over the hood of the car and fucked my ass one after the other. Then I sucked each of them until they came in my mouth.

  Finally we headed back to the camp. When we were about half a mile from the camp, Wayne told me to get out and walk in front of the car, illuminated by the headlights. The men rode behind, shouting lewd comments about my ass and various body parts.

  When we arrived at the camp, they had me stand in the front yard and tell them what a slut I was. All I could do was beg them to fuck me and let me come. Michael lay down on the grass face first and told me to lick his ass while Steve and Wayne fucked me from behind. He insisted that he wanted to feel my tongue inside his ass or he would give me a whipping I would never forget. I spent the rest of the night crawling from one man to the next, servicing them in any way they desired.

  On Sunday morning, my last official act as slave was to fuck and suck each of the guys and have my picture taken with each of the guys whipping my ass. Finally, each guy jerked off on my face while I lay exhausted on the grass. When they were all finished, I spoke into the camera, describing what a great weekend I had had and how Michael, Wayne and Steve had been among the toughest masters I had ever known.

  That afternoon I drove home in my come-covered cutoffs and bikini top. After dinner, Henry and I spent the night watching the videotapes from my weekend at the camp. Although I will probably never do this sort of thing again, it was an experience I will always cherish.

  Henry and I wish more submissive women would write letters about their experiences. We would love to read them.—Name and address withheld

  WHIP-WIELDING CALIFORNIA BEACH BABE GETS TO BE BOSS FOR ONE YEAR

  I am married to a woman who causes traffic jams as she walks down the street. Sylvia weighs about one hundred five pounds; and her weight is beautifully distributed within a very sexy, five-foot-six-inch, 35-21-34 frame. She is the blonde and blue-eyed epitome of the Southern California beach babe. She is also my mistress.

  My wife became my mistress on the eve of our first wedding anniversary. We started off the evening by sharing a great dinner at a plush restaurant. She looked so damn hot that husbands at nearby tables were being repeatedly chastised by their wives for sneaking peeks at her. Sylvia never wears any bras or panties, and her provocative dress had the place buzzing.

  After dinner we went dancing and then to a movie. When we arrived home we, as usual, shed our clothing. (Nude is the norm in our household.) Then we fired up the fireplace, turned out the lights and opened a bottle of champagne, all in preparation for exchanging our anniversary gifts.

  Sylvia had often mentioned that she wanted a tattoo of a sexy nude lady with a whip on her left tit. She had also always wanted one of her bald pussy lips to be pierced with a gold ring.

  Sylvia's pussy and anal hair had all been electrically removed while she was in college; the ring would be the final decoration of her womanhood.

  My presents to Sylvia were a gold ring for her pussy, an artist's rendition of her tattoo and gift certificates for the tattoo and the pussy piercing. She was ecstatic.

  After a few sips of champagne, Sylvia left the room to get my gift. When she returned, my heart almost stopped beating. Before me stood my glorious wife with a strap-on cock attached to her loins and a whip in her hand! She strolled over to me, her fake cock bouncing in the air with each step. Tickling my nipples with the handle of the whip, she asked if I was up to being her complete slave until our next anniversary.

  I was so excited that all I could do was nod in reply. She then announced that her tattoo would be modified to show the strap-on cock she now wore. At that statement, my cock gave a lurch and a drop of pre-come leaked from the tip.

  Noticing my excitement, my new mistress ordered me to milk the pre-come from my cock, wipe it up with my finger and place it in my mouth. You know, it tasted rather nice! Next my mistress had me go to our nightstand and fetch a tube of anal lubricant she had placed there.

  When I returned, my mistress had me apply the lubricant to her “cock” and then to my own asshole. Following her directions, I inserted one, then two fingers into myself to ensure good lubrication.

  Mistress Sylvia then instructed me to get on all fours facing the fireplace. No sooner had I done this than she was on her knees behind me with her “cock” against my asshole. Mistress suggested that I relax, and told me that my virgin asshole was going to be fucked by her, relaxed or not. I tried to relax, but not successfully enough. Mistress grew impatient. With one giant thrust she filled my ass with her cock.

  Shit, it hurt! Tears came to my eyes, but as Mistress Sylvia began to fuck me, my asshole relaxed and I began to enjoy the fullness of her in me. The whole time my mistress was banging my asshole, I had a hard-on as hard as steel. Mistress reached around and started to pump my cock with her hand in time with her fucking of my butt. I was instructed to catch my come with my hand and then to lick my hand clean. I shot my load and drank my come like it was my last meal. Once I had swallowed my come, Mistress Sylvia pulled out of my sore asshole and went to the bathroom for a wet towel. As I cleaned her cock with the towel, my mistress laid down the new rules for the house. She told me that the upcoming year was going to be real fun for both of us. She would be bringing home any man who turned her on and having sex with him as I watched. As soon as her pussy was full of his come, I would have to suck it all out. I would also have to orally clean off her new sexmate's cock. If my mistress's new lover became aroused while I was licking his cock clean, I was to offer him his choice of a blow job or my ass for fucking. If Mistress Sylvia was pleased by my performance, I would be allowed to masturbate to orgasm and then to eat my own come.

  Well, it has been a year since I became a sex slave. Mistress Sylvia has had at least one new sex partner per week. I have had the pleasure of sucking all of their come from her glorious, bald pussy, and of using either my asshole or mouth to drain a second load of come from their balls. Nude was still the norm in our home; but whenever Mistress Sylvia went out to find a man, I wore a butt-plug up my ass. This kept my asshole in constant readiness for whomever my lovely mistress brought home.

  Tomorrow is our second anniversary. I intend to have seven couples over for an orgy on the mats in our basement exercise room. Sylvia will be tied down. Sex acts will be going on all around her, and she will be sucking all the come from whatever fuck-hole it is leaking from on each woman. Once a woman has had her cunt or asshole orally cleaned by Sylvia, she will then strap on a dildo and fuck Sylvia up the ass. The woman's lover will fuck Sylvia up the ass as well.

  By the end of the evening, Sylvia's asshole should be as accustomed to cock as mine is.

  And for my anniversary present to her? Why, she will be my sex slave for a year, of course! I can hardly wait to begin bringing home women and making Sylvia guide my prick into their fuck-holes. Sylvia will watch as we fuck like maniacs, then I will command her to lick up all my juices from the woman's cunt. And of course, if the woman wants, there is always the fake cock on the nightstand that she can use on Sylvia's asshole!—S.B., Eugene, Oregon

  WHEN SHE LOSES A FOOTBALL BET, SHE PAYS WITH HER TIGHT END

  This is a true story. It started when Loretta, my wife of nine years, lost a bet. A friend of mine named Leon was at our house watching a football game on TV with me. Loretta had been out shopping with the kids. When she returned she asked which team was winning. We both replied that our favorite team was losing. She laughed and said that she had known they were going to lose. Leon, being an avid supporter of the team, assured her t
hat they would come back and win. My wife said no way.

  After some taunting on both sides, Leon suggested a bet and Loretta agreed. If Loretta won, Leon would take our whole family out for dinner to the best restaurant in town. Loretta then asked what Leon wanted if she lost. After a brief pause he said, “I want you to be my sex slave for the weekend.”

  To my utter amazement, my wife of nine years, the mother of our four children, a woman who had had a strict Catholic up-bringing, said, “All right.” Hell, I only got sex from her once a week myself!

  Our team kept losing and I had little fear of Loretta becoming Leon's sex slave. Then came a seventeen-point fourth quarter and our home team won. Loretta was going to be a sex slave after all.

  Leon told Loretta to be at his house at six in the evening the following Friday. He told me that I could pick her up Sunday evening.

  During the days that followed I thought Loretta would back down, but when Friday arrived she came home from work early to get ready. I was really pissed. I tried to talk her out of going, but she told me she loved me and that the experience might improve our sex life. We dropped the kids off at their grandparents' house and drove to Leon's.

  He was sitting on the front deck wearing shorts and a T-shirt when we pulled up. I started to get out of the car, but he motioned that I should go. Loretta got out of the car alone. “See you Sunday,” she said, then she walked up to Leon.

  I was about to pull away when Leon stopped her. I thought he was going to call it off. Boy, was I wrong! Instead he told Loretta to remove all her clothes, put them in the car and crawl back to him on all fours. Loretta removed her shirt and jeans and threw them into the car. “I won't misuse her… too much,” Leon hollered and laughed.

  I was starting to get really upset. I told Loretta to get back in the car, but she said, “No. A bet is a bet. I'm not a welsher.” Then she threw her bra and panties next to me on the front seat and told me to get going.

  I sat mesmerized for a few seconds as I watched my wife crawl up the driveway and steps of the deck completely naked. I saw Leon pull down his shorts and saw Loretta stop in front of him. She went to work on his cock like a pro. When I thought about the fact that I had only received three blow jobs from her during our entire married life, I became furious. I drove away from Leon's house while Loretta sucked his dick for all she was worth.

  I went back home confused, but also aroused. Was this really my wife acting like a wanton whore?

  At about nine that night, with the image of Loretta sucking Leon's cock seared into my brain, I drove back to Leon's place. I just had to see what was going on. I parked about a mile away and walked through the woods to his house. I snuck to the back of the house and looked through the window. What I saw shocked me.

  There was Loretta, tied facedown over two sawhouses with about six guys around her. They were all guys I knew. Don, a six-foot-three-inch black guy from work, was fucking Loretta like a jackhammer while Stanley, a guy I played golf with, had his dick stuffed down Loretta's throat. Don and Stanley went at her for about fifteen minutes until they shot their loads up her cunt and down her throat. They were immediately replaced by two more guys.

  The guys continued taking turns for about two hours, until Leon announced that Loretta's ass was up for auction. The winning bid was one hundred fifty dollars. Dan, another of my coworkers, had won. He whipped out his nine-inch prick and told Loretta to get ready. Without any lubrication, he rammed his dick into her asshole. She screamed. Dan pumped and pumped until he shot his wad up her ass. She was crying by the time he was done. Leon then told the guys it was time to go and they all left.

  Once they were alone, Leon told Loretta that a slave was not permitted to cry and that she was going to be severely punished for her transgression. He took off his belt and whipped her ass with it again and again. Loretta was crying and yelling that she wanted to go home. With that, I went into the house and asked Leon what the fuck he was doing. He calmly explained he was training his new slut. “That slut is my wife,” I shouted. He laughed and told me to get the fuck out of there.

  I went to Loretta and started to untie her. “No,” she said. “I'm doing this for you.” For me! There was my wife getting gang-banged by six of my buddies and then getting her ass whipped, and she said it was for me!

  Loretta told me to go. I looked at her and asked her if she was sure. She nodded. I couldn't believe I left without her, but I did.

  I was lost in my own little world all day Saturday. I didn't go back to Leon's until Sunday afternoon. When I pulled up, Loretta was on the deck just as I left her Friday: naked and sucking Leon's cock. I got out just as he shot his sperm all over her face. I stared down at her. She was a sight, with dried sperm matted in her hair and fresh sperm dripping down her face. She looked at me, got up, came to me and said, “I love you.”

  We hardly spoke on the way home. Loretta didn't tell me what had happened to her Saturday until four years later. I was really upset that she had gone along with Leon all weekend, but it did improve our sex life greatly. Loretta has never been unfaithful to me since; and we are no longer friends with Leon or any of the others who gang-banged her that weekend. She is truly my slut and mine alone.—D.L., Oak Ridge, Tennessee

  Three-For-All

  GREEK SISTERS PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO FRAT BOY'S FLAGPOLE

  Once in every guy's life there comes a chance to be big man on campus. Mine came during senior year in college when, after three years in a fraternity, I was elected pledge master. This is a great position because not only do I get to be in charge of the male pledges, but also the pledges for our “little sister” auxiliary organization. Of course, this is all handled on a very professional level. There is no fraternizing allowed between the brothers and the pledges.

  One day a little-sister pledge named Terry came to my room to see me. She was someone I definitely wanted to get to know better when pledging ended. She had a long flowing mane of red hair and full pouty lips. She was also very slim and had full breasts and a nice round ass. Terry explained to me that her close friend and fellow pledge Sara was considering dropping out of our fraternity. She added that she was even thinking about dropping out herself. I didn't want to lose either of them as pledges, so I asked Terry if the three of us could get together and talk about it.

  When Terry and I arrived at Sara's room she was sitting on her bed. Sara was also very attractive, but in a much darker way than Terry. Her hair was long and black and her body was tan and hard. She was a dance major and she had the body to prove it.

  “What's wrong, Sara?” I asked, getting right to the point. “You've come too far to quit now.”

  “We don't really want to quit,” she replied as I stared at her dark nipples peeking through her flimsy white tank top, “but we really don't know how else to solve our dilemma.” Her sultry brown eyes followed my stare. She touched a nipple gently with her fingertips. “You see, we both want you, and we don't know any other way around the rules.”

  “Well, you know that I make the rules for all the pledges,” I reminded them. “And I'm deciding to temporarily suspend the non-fraternization clause for, let's say, the next two hours.”

  I turned as I heard the door close behind me. Terry stood there, smiling sexily. “Is it okay if I take off my pledge pin?” she asked.

  “Absolutely,” I said. I felt my cock harden as I watched her pull her pink sweater up over her head. She then popped off her bra, revealing two perfectly round pink-nippled breasts. She giggled as she wriggled out of her black leggings. From behind me, Sara reached around my chest and began rubbing my nipples.

  “We just wanted to thank you for being so nice to us during pledging,” Sara purred as she began nibbling my earlobe. She ran her hands over my chest and down to my jeans. She gently rubbed my crotch as she licked my neck. Terry then kissed me, her mouth open, her tongue flickering in and out. Sara unbuttoned my shirt with one hand and stroked my crotch with the other. Terry was kissing me deeply, her mouth pr
essed hard against mine. I felt my zipper go down. Then a hand reached in, grabbed my throbbing cock and pulled it out.

  When Terry finally came up for air, she and Sara took me by either arm and pulled me to the bed. Terry sat me down as Sara pulled my jeans off. I sat there naked, my cock standing straight up like a flagpole. Sara tore off her clothes with abandon, exposing her amazing body. She was tanned all over and had small firm breasts and a tiny patch of fine black hair just above her pussy.

  Terry's face came closer to mine and her hand started pumping my dick. Sara leaned in and brought her lips to Terry's glistening mouth. Their tongues met. Then Sara grabbed Terry's head, pulled her close and drove her tongue deep into Terry's eager mouth.

  The girls pulled me toward them. My tongue entwined with theirs and I kissed them both. Terry rubbed my cock the whole time. Sara gently pushed me onto my back, her mouth over mine. She then straddled my chest with one leg on either side of my head, her pussy inches from my face.

  “I'm gonna make you come now,” Terry announced, jamming my cock inside her. “Yeah, baby, fuck me! Fuck my pussy!” She moaned as she rode my throbbing cock. I thrust myself up into her, simultaneously sticking my tongue deep into Sara's pussy. Sara responded by grinding her snatch into my face. My chin and cheeks were soon smeared with her wetness. I tensed up and was about to come when they both leaped off me.

  “Hey, come on. What are you doing?” I cried out in desperation.

  “Not yet, baby,” Sara said as she sat beside me and rubbed my leg softly. She touched my rock-hard cock and I lurched toward her hand.

  Terry ran her tongue along my shaft and then lifted my balls with her fingers. She pumped my cock once, then released it. “Please let me come,” I gasped. “I was so close!”