I started fucking her rapidly, my balls slapping against hers with each stroke. When her ass began to spasm, I came deep inside her. As I dismounted I noticed she was semi-hard, with some pre-come at the tip of her dick.
“What's it like to suck a cock?” I asked her.
“It's no different from any other kind of sex,” she told me. “It's just what you get used to. Why, do you want to suck mine?”
I did. I pressed her back on the furry rug and licked off the pre-come while holding her cock in my hand. I licked slowly around the head, and finally took as much of it in my mouth as I could. It was wet and hard. I got very turned on, and began to suck hard on the head while pumping the staff with my fist. Billie lay back and made moaning noises as her breathing got faster. Then she caught her breath sharply and went stiff, and her semen squirted into my mouth. I didn't stop. I sucked out all the warm come that I could, and it tasted really good.
We went to sleep holding each other, and when we awoke it was dark. She fixed me some stew, and then we had more sex. The next morning I awoke again with Billie's mouth around the head of my member. She raised her head and said, “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
When I said no, she told me to lie on my back and put my ankles on her shoulders. She greased up my asshole and slipped one finger inside it, then two. She reached down and kissed my hard-on, and took a big slurping suck. She then positioned her cock at my asshole and eased it in. She went slowly, letting the muscles stretch until I could take her whole length. She wiggled around and around and in and out, while I stroked myself. She started to fuck me with slow steady strokes, then gradually picked up the pace. I was in heaven, feeling her warm cock hammering my asshole.
Her breathing quickened, and in a moment I felt a squirt of warm come inside my ass. I was also coming at that moment. I put my feet down as Billie licked the semen off my belly, then moved up to kiss me.
“I love you, Billie,” I told her.
“Me too,” she smiled. “I want you to be my man and my man only.”
We spent the rest of the day together, and we have been together ever since. I still think she is the most beautiful creature I have ever known, and whether she is man or woman, Billie or Billy, I really couldn't care less.—J.S., Tucson, Arizona
Sloppy Seconds
A HORNY BIKER OUT IN THE WIND HAS A GREAT TIME EATING HIS SCOOTER PIE
Me and the guys in the motorcycle club I ride with share just about everything but our bikes: our booze, our drugs and our broads. My girl Kyra knew this when we hooked up, and she's cool with it. Sure, I guess you could say we love each other, but we're our own people, and it's no big deal if we go out and get ourselves some strange now and again. Some of my buddies don't understand it, but I don't expect them to. I don't understand it myself most of the time. Anyway, me and Kyra like to party just like anyone else, and when we were all on a run down to Florida a few months ago I decided that I wanted to act out a little fantasy that's been kicking around my brain for a while.
I'm not a fag or anything like that, but I've sucked a dick or two in my day. It's been a long time since I had a guy's spunk in my mouth, and I've never tasted a pussy that's been creamed in by anyone else but me, so I got to thinking that me and Kyra could get a little dirty and maybe I could get to know one of my bros a little better at the same time!
There was this one guy named Duane from another chapter of our club who I knew would be there that Kyra always had her eye on. He's always seemed like an okay guy to me, so I figured I'd let them have each other for a night. I asked him if he was interested in the idea of getting it on with Kyra, and of course he was, because she's a real fox.
The three of us hung out together for a night of drinking and toking, and we all got a pretty good buzz on. I knew that I had a long night ahead of me and I wanted to crash, so I gave Kyra a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass, and told her and Duane to go off and have some fun with each other. I knew that I'd have my fun with her later.
She came back later that night stinking of beer and sweat and motor oil, with a big grin on her face and an even bigger stain in her shorts. It looked like she'd fucked half a dozen guys, her puss was so soaked. Man, that dude Duane must have done a real job on her, because Kyra had this glazed-over look in her eyes—the look a woman gets after she's been fucked real good and hard.
I wanted to taste the two of them so bad I couldn't wait to get at it. We went over to our corner of the campsite, and I'll tell you, I must've practically ripped her fucking panties off to get at that poontang of hers. The second I stuck my hands down the front of her shorts I knew I was in for a good time. I'd never felt her so wet down there, what with the combination of her cunt juice and Duane's come. Even before I put my face down to her cunt I got a big whiff of something funky and strong, and I took it in with a big old smile on my face.
I could hear the sounds of partying and getting crazy off in the distance, but soon enough all I could concentrate on was getting a good taste of Kyra. I lay down on my back and sat her ass square on my face so all that jism could dribble out onto my lips and chin. It didn't take long for that to happen, and I wasn't disappointed, either. Thick, long streams of Duane's sperm slid out when I pulled Kyra's thighs apart, coating my cheeks. Some of the shit slid down my throat before I could even work it around on my tongue. What didn't get into my mouth soaked into my mustache while I started eating her pussy. Kyra's twat had the same tang to it that I'd noticed when I gave her head after I'd fucked her, but there was something different about this taste, something dirty and distant and not at all familiar. And I was really digging it.
She rode my face for a good long while before I rolled her off and laid her back across our sleeping bag. I poked her pussy with a finger and scooped some of the jizz out so I could get a look at what Duane left inside her. It was warm on my finger and left a long, thin trail from her cunt when I lifted it to my lips. I wiped it on her stomach and stuck my tongue out to lap it up, letting it drool out of my mouth and back on top of her bush while I started eating her out again. She was squealing like a son of a bitch at the way my spit and Duane's come were making her thighs all sticky and shiny.
I buried my nose in Kyra's cunt and started tonguing her harder and faster, holding onto her hips while I dragged my lips back and forth, just the way she likes it. When she grabbed me by the back of the head and started to really ride me, I could tell she was getting ready to come. The more she bucked her hips the closer she was to letting go. I thought she'd cripple my lips by the way she was carrying on, and finally it happened. A big, wet clot of sperm spat out of her pussy when she started getting off, and she even started to squirt like she does sometimes. I pried her lips apart with my hands as far as I could and drove my tongue deep inside her, trying to get my mouth around as much of her muff as possible and taste some more of that good shit she had going on down there.
I hadn't even noticed it, but a couple of the guys had gathered around our campsite, cheering us on, which only made the whole thing even more horny for me. What with all the noise and the clapping and being able to taste and smell Duane's ball juice on my girl's puss, I was about to blow a wad myself. I reached my hand down and started whacking my shit so I could get off. I didn't even want to fuck her, I just wanted to blow my own wad, or I thought I'd fucking lose it. By the time I'd finally gotten myself off, Kyra was screaming, my buddies were all cheering and I was just about ready to call it a night.
That experience made me realize what a great chick Kyra really is and how important it is to talk about what you want with someone you want to fuck. So here's a tip for all you guys: The next time you're looking for a total thrill, get yourself a taste of another dude's come. There's worse things you could have in your mouth.—G.K., San Francisco, California
HIGHWAY-TO-HELL ROCKERS CAN STILL CLIMB THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
I'm the rhythm guitarist in a well-known rock-and-roll band that's been out on a reunion tour for the past year a
nd a half. I know most of your readers have heard of me, and either they or their kids have at least one of my CDs in their collection. I can't sign my name to this letter because my manager would absolutely kill me if he knew I was writing to you, even though he knows for a fact that everything I'm about to write is true.
One of the things that I make sure my tour manager gets me while we're on the road is the latest issue of Penthouse Letters so I can keep up on all the dirty deeds that people do. It won't surprise anyone reading this but, being in a rock band, I usually get more pussy than I know what to do with, and that's been the case since I started the band in my early twenties. It doesn't take long to get jaded about things like that, and since I get so many opportunities, I can indulge myself in just about any kinky sex act I can think of. It turns out that the thing that gets me off best is having a piece of pussy right after it's been had by someone else.
The guys in my band don't always hang with the roadies, but there's a guy who works for us named Tank who's a lot of laughs and a real pussyhound. When the show's over and all the gear's loaded up, me and him usually go hit a bar and see who we can fuck. We had a few days between gigs in the Midwest about a month ago and we went out to see what was happening.
We were getting warmed up in the hotel bar when in walks this girl, about nineteen or twenty, who looked just like Betty Page, that hot pinup chick from back in the day. She was wearing a real tight T-shirt that was cut low on her tits and high above her flat stomach, a short black leather skirt and a pair of total fuck-me shoes. She had nice long legs too, and I liked that they were bare. The ankle chain she had on was making me crazy. I felt a surge in my cock.
After she sat down at the bar, I sent Tank over to buy her a drink and see if he couldn't set something up for us. He's a pretty smooth talker for a roadie, and I gotta admit when a girl hears what band he works for, there's usually no problem getting her into the sack. This chick was no different, and soon enough we were back up in Tank's room getting down to it.
I let Betty start things out by giving me a blowjob. She was a damn good cocksucker too, and soon enough I popped my load right in her mouth. I wiped my dick off and let Tank have his shot at her. I grabbed a beer and sat back to watch my bud go at it and to get myself ready for the big payoff— eating out this chick after Tank shot his load. He's kind of a slob when it comes to fucking chicks, but that's cool because I can always count on him to get a girl's pussy good and greasy for me at a time like this.
So Tank's banging away, sweating like a pig and fucking her really hard. She's screaming and having a great old time and finally Tank makes his nut and pops one into her. Then, just like I was Stone Cold Steve Austin tag-teaming or something, I tapped Tank on the back and let him know that it was time for me to get in the motherfucking ring!
I figured that Betty could use a break after her bout with Tank, so I got her another brew and hung out with her while we finished them up. Then it was my turn to wail. Between Tank's load and her own cunt cream, that girl was practically gushing. Seeing a naked girl lying on a bed with her legs spread wide for me and a trail of come creeping out of her twat is one of my all-time favorite things (right up there with whiskers on kittens, ya know), and I got hard again almost instantly. I'll tell you, that chick Betty was so hot that my peter was about to pop before I even laid my tongue on her.
My girl's mound was soaking wet, matted with sweat and come when I put my lips to it. I stuck my tongue out to lap up the sticky foam trailing down her thighs and licked it off slowly. I took in the taste and smell of all that come, rolling it around in my mouth like I was taste-testing a new single-malt.
I rolled over onto my back and hoisted Betty on top of me, wrapped my arms around her thighs and started sucking on her clit. In between sucks I would push my tongue into her twat and pull out as much jizz as I could get, making sure to stop whenever some fell into my mouth so I could savor the taste and smell. Every time Betty shimmied her ass across my face, more of Tank's cream slid out onto my lips. Betty was loving it too. She kept screaming how she liked being had by the two of us, and wanted Tank to come back, but the only way I wanted to remember him right then was by tasting his come. And you better believe that I did. By the time I was done eating all that sweet come out of Betty's cunt, I'd licked her pussy so clean you'd never have known she'd just fucked someone else, much less a roadie like Tank.
All three of us had a great time that night. And Betty was a pretty cool chick, so me and Tank decided to keep her around for a couple of days. Before we had to split town to get to the next gig, we had ourselves a big old party in Tank's room and gave her a send-off she'll never forget, but I'll tell you about that one next time.—Name and address withheld
NEOPHYTE SWINGERS ACHIEVE THEIR PERSONAL BEST WHEN THEY PLACE AN AD
A few years ago I had one of the best sexual encounters of my life. My wife Suzi and I had placed an ad in a swingers' magazine looking for someone to fulfill a fantasy for us. Suzi is a very attractive woman in her late twenties with long brunette hair. She's about five feet four inches tall and her measurements are 34C-35-35. I have short blond hair, stand almost six feet tall and weigh one hundred seventy-five pounds. We're both in our early thirties and we've been married for just over six years.
Before Suzi and I got married, I was having an affair with a married woman named Joanna. We had been seeing each other a couple of times a week for a few months when, as I started going down on her in a hotel room, I noticed that she smelled like she'd just had sex with someone. When I asked her about it, she told me that she threw her husband a quickie before she came out to meet me so he wouldn't get suspicious about anything. Joanna asked me if I wanted her to take a shower and after thinking for a second I told her no. The smell coming from her vagina was intriguing me. Actually, it was getting me kind of excited. I'm not quite sure what it was—whether I was aroused by her husband's musk or having such definite proof that I was fucking another man's wife—but I realized pretty quickly that I liked it.
I had always wanted to recreate that same sensation after I was married to Suzi, but didn't know how to do it short of convincing her to have an affair herself, and I definitely didn't want to do that. We were talking about it one night and finally decided the best thing for us to do was to place a personal ad.
We were very specific and wrote that we were looking for a guy to fuck her for a while—alone or with me, whichever was going to make him most comfortable—then Suzi would let me take over so I could eat her freshly fucked pussy and taste his come.
It took a few months for some interesting letters to come in, but we finally narrowed it down to about a dozen or so guys who had sent pictures and weren't too intimidating. I pretty much let Suzi take control of choosing who her partner would be, hoping that she'd enjoy it more that way. I also decided that I wouldn't hang around while they were having sex. I was a little concerned that my presence might inhibit them. I just wanted to reap my reward after the deed had been done!
Suzi's on the Pill, but we decided she should bring along her old diaphragm for some extra protection, just to be on the safe side. As an added bonus (at least for me!), I know that my come practically pours out of Suzi after I've ejaculated in her when she's wearing her diaphragm, so I hoped I'd score an extra-large load.
After getting herself all dolled up, Suzi went off to meet her boy-toy and get herself ripe for my licking. I could hardly wait for her return. The thought of my wife fucking another man so I could eat his sperm out of her got me so excited that I went into the bathroom and jerked off before she got home. Maybe that was a part of what excited me about the whole thing.
Suzi's makeup and lipstick were a mess when she walked back in the door that night, because I'd asked her not to clean up at all before she came home. She looked like she must have fucked him for hours, and I couldn't wait to find out for certain!
She took off her coat and got ready to come to bed. I had to resist pulling her onto the bed with me and
having her right then, but she wanted to make the experience even more exciting and started doing a sexy striptease (she's good at that because she was an exotic dancer for a while when she was in college). After Suzi had her skirt off, she started running her hands over her mound and under the waistband of her panties, putting her fingers in her cunt and licking them clean.
Suzi pulled the crotch of her green lace panties up tight between her cunt lips and got them so soggy and moist that the crotch was practically soaked through. She finally pulled them off and tossed them to me over on the bed. I put them up to my nose and took a good long whiff of them. Her pussy was full of sperm, all right.
Suzi danced over, pushed me backwards until I was lying down and sat on my face. She was really getting into her slut role and enjoyed teasing me that night, because she knew how much it was turning me on. She dangled her pussy over my mouth for what seemed like forever, bending down once in a while to the point where I could almost get my tongue up to touch her, but not quite. It was perfect, because the way she was holding herself made her cunt lips spread just the tiniest bit, and I could see the whitish fluid that had been deposited inside her starting to gel and run out.
Suzi bent down and whispered in my ear that I'd have a special surprise when I gave her head. She had called her lover up when I wasn't home and told him to bring “a friend or two” along with him for their rendezvous. She said that he showed up with another man, and the two of them took turns fucking her pussy with load after load of come. The man we'd met through the ad came once, but his friend was able to ejaculate in her three times, so I'd have more than enough sperm to taste!
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