Letters to Penthouse XIX

by Penthouse International

  Before I could reply, Anne said, “Well, fine! If that’s how it is, then you and Ross are both going to fuck me too—or I’ll tell the bride!” With that she got on the bed, pulled Ross on top of her and started kissing him. There I was, about to watch my girlfriend fuck my best friend, and not at all happy. Not that the prospect wasn’t exciting. But I was worried that Anne was just jealous, and would regret it all later.

  To my surprise, Holly took a hand in the matter, pushing Ross down on Anne until his face was in her still-covered crotch. She lowered her pussy on Anne’s face and said, “See, I told you it would work!” She laughed, then gasped as Anne nibbled on her clit.

  Now I understood—Anne and Holly had set us up! What was there for us to do except play it out? Ross and I started pulling Anne’s clothes off. She sucked and licked Holly’s smooth pussy. I sucked on Anne’s nipples, and Ross worked on her stiff clit and wet pussy lips.

  When Holly came, and then fell away, Anne pulled Ross up and kissed him on the lips, tasting her own juices. Ross entered her while Holly slid her hand along his cock. It felt great watching Ross pump deep inside my girlfriend. After a minute they rolled over, and I moved into position at her rear. I licked her asshole to lube it. Holly took turns with me rimming her, while Ross continued fucking her.

  We knew by her moans that Anne was about to come. I eased my cock in her ass, and she screamed, “I’m coming!” I fucked her ass faster and faster while Holly moved around to kiss me passionately. Then she lay back, diddling her clit.

  “I want your come in my mouth, Glen!” Holly shouted.

  Since I was about to shoot, I pulled out of Anne and let Holly swallow every drop. Holly turned to Ross, pulled his dick from Anne’s pussy and took his load in her mouth as well. Then Holly leaned over Anne’s face and let our come run from her mouth into my girlfriend’s. The girls fell into a 69, eating each other out till they came again. It was an awesome show.

  We haven’t done it again, but I would definitely be up for it, and so would Anne. We hope to get Ross’s new wife in on the fun too.—G.P., Jersey City, New Jersey

  Open Season

  HE WANTED TO GIVE HIS WIFE A NEW EXPERIENCE WITH SOMEONE BIGGER, YOUNGER AND BLACKER

  My wife Julie and I have been married for over fifteen years. Julie is thirty-five years old and still very pretty and sexy, with firm 36C breasts and a perfectly shaped body that does not have an ounce of fat on it. She is a great lover, and her best sexual talent is sucking cock.

  My cock is about six inches long and fairly thick, but I am not as large as some of the young studs out there that I have read about. I have often thought that Julie deserved to experience a lover with an extra-large cock, and I used to fantasize about watching her fucking and sucking a good-looking, well-hung stud. I would get excited at the thought of seeing her tight pussy stretched around the huge cock of some powerful young man. At times I would cautiously hint around about this subject with her, but Julie comes from a strong religious background, and she always said she was not interested in having sex with another man, and that I was all she wanted. But recently all that changed.

  About a month ago we went into the city to have dinner and spend the night at a fancy hotel. I had no expectation of anything special happening; I assumed that after dinner we would have our usual great sex and go to sleep. But I was wrong.

  Julie dressed very sexily for dinner, in a low-cut black spaghetti-strap dress and black high heels that showed off her pretty feet. She was feeling so good that she wore no bra or panties. I could see the shapes of her large nipples through the front of the dress. We had some wine with dinner, and afterward we headed to the lounge to have another glass of wine, listen to the music and maybe dance a little. Julie is not much of a drinker, and I could tell that the wine had started to loosen her up, and that she was feeling no pain.

  The lounge was dimly lit, and a great band was playing. We sat at the bar and talked as we sipped our wine and watched the patrons dancing. After a while I excused myself for a minute to go to the men’s room.

  When I came back, I was surprised to see a tall, good-looking black man standing next to my wife and talking to her. He was about thirty years old, six feet four inches tall, well-dressed and very sophisticated-looking. When I got to the bar Julie smiled at me and introduced the stranger as Brad, saying that he was in town for a few days on a business trip. We made some polite small talk, and then I asked Julie to dance, and we left Brad at the bar.

  While we were dancing I could see that my wife’s nipples were really erect, and I wondered if that was due to the chilly air-conditioning in the lounge, or to the effect of the handsome black stranger. For a moment my heart fluttered as I thought that my fantasy might be coming true.

  We were in a dark corner of the lounge, where visibility was low, so I took a chance and caressed Julie’s swollen breasts. Instead of pushing my hand away, she just smiled. Next I slid my hand up under her dress, and I was shocked by the wetness that I found on her thighs. I ran my hand upward to her pussy, which was sopping wet. She quivered as I ran my hand over her slit. Her pussy lips felt slick and swollen, and now I knew that the tall black stranger had excited her.

  As we walked back to our seat I asked her if it was the thought of fucking Brad that had her so wet and hot. She said yes, but that it was jut a fantasy, and that she could never actually do it.

  When we returned to the bar, Brad asked me if I would mind if he danced with my wife. Julie looked intently at me and said nothing. I said that it would be fine with me if she wanted to, at which point Julie kissed me and told me that she would be back in a few minutes. Brad led her to a far corner of the dance floor, which was not visible from where we had been sitting. I waited for a moment, then walked to the other side of the bar and sat down where I could see them dancing. They did not notice me. They were dancing to a slow song. My wife’s body was pressed against this stranger, her arms around his neck. Her white skin made quite a contrast against his dark complexion. As I watched, Brad started to kiss her neck and her ear, and I was surprised when she made no protest at all. Next he started to rub her firm sexy ass. Her only response was to slowly grind her pussy against his thigh. And then he slid his lips around to hers and kissed her on the mouth.

  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and for a moment I wondered if I was dreaming as Julie kissed him back. Now one big black hand was reaching into the top of her dress to rub her swollen breasts and play with her nipples, while the other reached down to rub her pussy through her dress. I could see her pushing herself against that hand. And then my formerly conservative wife was reaching into this stranger’s waistband, pushing her hand down into his pants and rubbing at his cock.

  I did not know what to do. I admit to feeling a pang of jealousy, but I was also thrilled by the thought of the possibilities ahead. I went back to my original seat and anxiously awaited their return.

  After what seemed like hours, though it was only a few minutes, they came back. Brad announced that he was going to the rest room, and I decided to join him. We stood at adjoining urinals, and I couldn’t resist sneaking a peek at Brad’s cock. Even in its soft state it was huge—it had to be ten inches long and at least three inches in diameter. I doubted that my wife could open her mouth wide enough to get even the tip of it inside, and could not imagine how her pussy could stretch enough to accommodate his girth. I knew, though, that I would love to see her try.

  I finally decided to come right out and ask Brad if he wanted to come up to our room with us and service my sexy young wife. He didn’t seem surprised by my suggestion. He told me that he was really hot for her and that he would do anything to fuck her. I then said that I was not sure she would go through with it, but that I wanted to watch them if she did. Brad smiled and told me not to worry about that; from the way she had wrapped her hand around his cock while they were dancing, he knew that she had to have him. He was that sure of himself.

  We returned to the lounge, and afte
r a few minutes of small talk I asked Brad if he would like to come up to our room for a nightcap. Julie made no objection, and away we went. Despite Brad’s assurances about her desire for him, I was trying to figure out the best way to get things started between them. But my concern was unnecessary. As soon as we entered the elevator, my wife pushed her body tightly against mine and started to kiss me. Brad immediately moved behind her and began kissing her neck and rubbing her ass. His hands then slid up over her shoulders, down between us and into the top of her dress, cupping her swollen breasts and rubbing them. Julie moaned against my mouth, and I knew then that it was going to happen. She broke the kiss then and looked into my eyes. She told me that she loved me very much, and asked me if I was sure this was all right with me. I told her it was, and if my words weren’t convincing enough, my rigid erection poking into her belly certainly bore them out.

  In our room I dimmed the lights, turned on some soft music and fixed us some drinks as my wife went into the bathroom to freshen up. She quickly returned wearing only a white hotel-issue terrycloth robe. She walked over to the couch where Brad was sitting and stood in front of him. Then she untied the robe and let it fall to the floor.

  For a moment Brad just stared at her sexy naked body. Then he reached up and manipulated her swollen breasts and nipples with his dark fingers. Julie leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. Then she climbed onto the couch, standing with her feet on either side of his thighs, her fine pussy inches from his mouth. She spread her legs a bit more as he caressed her ass and pulled her toward him. She raised one of her sexy feet and rested it on the back of the couch to give him better access to her sweet charms. He began to lick her swollen pussy lips and to gently blow on her clit. Next he worked his finger into her wet pussy and fucked her with it for just a moment. He then began to lick her slit from bottom to top, again blowing on her clit just before his tongue washed over it. Julie was moaning. He continued to lick her as he began to insert his wet finger into her ass. She had never liked it much when I went for her asshole, but she sure loved it when he did it! I was a little surprised when she grabbed his head and pulled his mouth against her pussy as she went into a powerful orgasm. She’d almost never had an orgasm when I sucked on her pussy, but she had a huge one with Brad. Her juices were freely flowing onto his face and down her thighs.

  Brad held her against him, stroking her gently as she recovered, her body giving an occasional post-climactic quiver. Then he carefully set her down on the couch. He stood in front of her and peered into her glazed eyes as he began to undress himself. Soon he was completely naked except for his bikini briefs, which bulged hugely in front. He moved close to Julie, whose eyes were fixed on that bulge, and commanded her to remove his underwear, using only her teeth. This was a new wrinkle, and I wondered if my wife would go for it, but she did not hesitate. She began by licking his stomach just above the waistband of the briefs. Then she took it in her teeth and pulled it down. It was a struggle, but she eventually managed to tug them down over his manhood. His huge cock fell from its confinement like a loaf of bread as the underwear settled to his ankles. He stepped out of them, taking a moment to let her gaze at his statuesque body and magnificent cock. She stared at his enormous tool, then reached out and grasped it with both hands. It seemed to dwarf her small hands, even though it was still only partially erect. Leaning forward, she began to lick it with her tongue, until it glistened with her saliva. Eventually she started to work it into her mouth; her lips stretching around it. She was only able to get two or three inches into her mouth, but she sucked on it as she stroked the rest of it with her hands, and his cock slowly began to grow. Soon it was standing straight. Julie ran her tongue down the underside, then started to lick and kiss his massive balls. As pre-come fluid started to form on the large head of his cock, I knew that the moment of truth was near. This dark stranger was going to give my wife the fucking of her life. And I was going to watch.

  He reached down then, scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the king-size bed. He sat her down on the edge of the bed and she lay back and spread her legs, lifting them slightly into the air. He stood between them, towering above her, his massive cock only inches from her cunt. Moving closer, he took his dick in his hand and began to rub it up and down her glistening slit until it was completely covered with her wetness. Then he pulled back a bit, stroking himself to distribute her juices over his straining shaft. I could see that Julie was panting with anticipation, and actually so was I.

  Finally Brad took hold of her ankles and lifted them over his shoulders. Then, with his left hand, he guided his glistening, magnificent pole toward her entrance. Her pussy lips were swollen and open, but the opening appeared tiny next to his huge shaft. He placed the head tip of his cock against her and slowly pushed forward.

  Julie moaned loudly as his first three inches disappeared into her love cavern. He hesitated for a moment as she adjusted to him, and then pushed a little further. Soon he had five or six inches inside her, and I could hardly believe that she was able to take his thickness. Again he paused, waiting for her to adjust to his size, until Julie moaned and begged for more of his cock. Slowly and carefully he pushed in still further, and this time he did not stop until his balls were resting on her anus.

  Julie was groaning with pleasure, and as he stood there unmoving her body stiffened and arched from the bed, trembling as a tremendous orgasm swept over her body. Brad reached down and diddled her clit with one hand, rubbing her nipples with the other as she reached her climactic peak.

  I could not believe that my wife had gotten off on this stranger’s cock without him taking one stroke in and out of her pussy, but there was no doubting the fact. After a few moments she began to recover, but she was moaning continually, and now she begged him to fuck her, saying over and over that she loved his wonderful cock and that she had to have more of it.

  Brad did start to fuck her then. I pulled my straining member from my pants and stroked it as I watched them. He began by slowly withdrawing his cock until only the head was still inside her, then quickly pushing it all the way back in. She loved it. I could see her pussy stretching around his massive pole as he continued to stroke her with it steadily. Gradually he picked up the pace, until she began to shake again, screaming about how much she loved his cock as another orgasm overwhelmed her body.

  This time he removed his cock from her and slid her legs off his shoulders, taking a step back. Their bodies were glistening with sweat and they were both panting now, although Julie had now had three intense orgasms while Brad had not come even once. As soon as she recovered he asked her to turn around and get up on her hands and knees, and she immediately did as he asked. Her knees were just at the edge of the bed, her legs apart, her firm shapely ass facing him, inviting him to take her. I could clearly see her dilated opening and her puffy, swollen pussy lips. Brad quickly lined up his magnificent pole at her entrance and pushed all the way into her with one quick stroke. She moaned loudly and again begged for him to fuck her. He placed his right foot up on the bed to give himself a little better angle and deeper penetration.

  I had to move my chair a little to get a better view of my wife’s pussy as it stretched around her lover’s pumping tool. Her pussy lips seemed to grab at his cock every time he pulled back, and to roll inward every time he pushed forward into her clutching depths. Now he reached around and pawed at her hanging tits, working her nipples with his fingers as he started to piston in and out of her at a rapid rate. Occasionally he would slide one hand down to her crotch to play with her clit. He was fucking her hard now, his balls banging against her at every stroke, and she obviously loved it. I was still stroking myself, and as Julie cried out with yet another orgasm, I exploded along with her, shooting a huge load onto the carpet.

  Brad did not slow down this time. Julie’s fingers clutched tightly at the bed sheets as he continued to fuck her rapidly. Then Brad licked his right thumb and slowly inched it into her ass. She whimpered with ne
w pleasure as he pounded at her, panting out that he was about to fill her with his come. She begged him to do it, and to fuck her even harder, screaming for him to empty his big black stud cock into her cunt. I had never before heard her say the word cunt.

  I could see the muscles of Brad’s ass clench as he prepared to fill her with his liquid. Julie was screaming incoherently about how much she loved his huge black cock, and her words turned into a screech of unholy joy as he stiffened and spurted his jism inside her.

  After a moment he stepped back, withdrawing his still throbbing cock, now soaked with a mixture of their juices. The same mixture flowed freely down my lovely wife’s legs as I stared at her dilated pussy. She had never looked sexier to me. Now she quickly turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. She brought her mouth to Brad’s softening manhood and began to clean him off with her mouth and tongue. As she did this she looked over at me, and we made eye contact for the first time since Brad had invaded her pussy. She looked lovingly into my eyes as she continued to suck, lick and caress his great tool. I knew then that we were still okay, that she loved me as I loved her, and that this adventure would in no way hurt our marriage.

  Soon Brad’s huge cock started to twitch, strengthen and swell again, and I knew that she was in for another round of fucking from this dark stranger. He got onto the bed and lay down on his back, his solid pillar pointing straight into the air, looking about twelve inches long in its erect state. Julie quickly climbed on top of him and reached down for his cock, holding it steady as she lowered herself onto its girth. Then with one quick motion she slid her pussy down over his whole length, gasping as she took it inside her. He reached for her firm breasts and began to massage them, and she began to work up and down on his rod. This time she did the work, and Brad lay still as she bounced up and down on him like a wild woman. I knew he had to be enjoying himself, as I myself had felt the great pleasure of having her bounce up and down on my prick hundreds of times. My own cock was rock-hard again. Julie increased the speed of her strokes for a few minutes, and then stopped dead, grinding herself around the base of his fabulous tool and moaning out her pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm overcame her.