Letters to Penthouse XXIV

by Penthouse International

  Finally I climbed onto his throbbing cock and gorged myself on raw heat and passion. I rode him up and down, the rings in my pussy massaging his cock with each long stroke. I came several times more, and could not help screaming out his name with each mind-blowing orgasm. I think this made him hot as well. I stopped riding him only long enough to suck his hot cock all the way into my mouth, until he finally came with a rush of hot come down my throat.

  We were both exhausted but fulfilled. We agreed that this was to be a no-strings relationship, for pleasure only. He called me a couple of days later and asked how I was doing. I told him I was on cloud nine and could not be brought down. I told him he had made my birthday the most memorable one ever. He could not believe it when I told him he was the only other man I’d had since my wedding. But he had no complaints, and neither did I.

  —B.Z., Santa Barbara, California

  DARK DESIRES

  I’m a twenty-year-old housewife who has finally lived out her long-time fantasy. About a year after my marriage I became very bored with staying at home, so I decided to get a job. I went to work for an interior decorator whom I’ll call Marie. We became good friends right away. Marie, who is very attractive, was going out with a very handsome Englishman named Jon, who ran a topless bar.

  Usually after her dates with him she would give me all the details of what they had done together. I had always been attracted to Englishmen, though I had never had one, so naturally after speaking with Marie I found myself fantasizing more and more about an English lover. Even when I made love with my husband, I would find myself closing my eyes and imagining that it was Jon kissing me.

  One night Marie asked if I would like to go out with her. Hal, my husband, was working all night, so I said sure. Marie and I went to her place to get ready. Since we are the same size, she lent me some of her clothes to wear—these really snug-fitting white pants and a very sheer light blue blouse. At Marie’s suggestion I went without a bra, and my very dark nipples were clearly visible through the cloth. We had several drinks at Marie’s, then went over to Jon’s bar. I had never been in a nudie bar, so you can imagine how surprised I was to see all those naked women.

  Most of the men there were alone, and Jon introduced me to several of them. One man called Cal was very handsome, and I could tell he was attracted to me by the way he looked at me. Several of the dancers seemed put off that Cal was talking to me. Later, in the ladies’ room, Marie told me that Cal had quite a reputation as a lover.

  Marie and I were both pretty loaded when the bar closed. Cal invited both of us, along with Jon, over to his apartment for drinks. When we got there Cal put on some X-rated films. Cal and I sat on the couch while Marie and Jon lay on the floor. The films were very explicit, and quite a turn-on. Marie and Jon really began getting it on. I saw Marie unzip Jon’s pants and begin licking and sucking his large cock. I felt myself getting wet, and I offered no resistance to Cal when he slipped his hand into my blouse. As he tweaked my nipples I found myself fumbling with his pants. I was very excited. His cock was even bigger than Jon’s was. I went down on him and he tasted delicious. I gradually took more and more of him, until the head of that enormous cock was at the back of my throat. He began coming and I almost drowned. “Suck harder,” he said, and I did, until his come was spilling out of my mouth. I licked off his cock and balls until there wasn’t a drop left.

  Cal and I quickly removed each other’s clothes. We were making love on the couch when Jon came over and placed his cock in my face. Cal said it was okay, so I began sucking Jon off. Marie was upset, but I was too excited to care. Cal’s cock felt so wonderful inside me. I must have had more orgasms in one session with him than in my entire marriage.

  After a while I got on all fours while Jon and Cal took turns fucking me from behind. Marie then spread her legs and asked me to lick her come-soaked pussy. I was so wild by this time that I didn’t care what I did. I buried my face in her cunt and practically ate her alive.

  John and Cal kept up their tandem fucking, and I didn’t know anymore who was doing it to me at any given time, nor did I care. Until at one point whoever it was decided to switch holes. I felt a big hard cock leaving my pussy and moving up to probe between my buttocks, where it came to rest against my asshole.

  I had never been fucked in the ass before, not even by my husband. I didn’t know if I could take it, but at that point my lust overcame any reservations I might have had. I raised my head from Marie’s pussy and pushed myself back against the probing tool. “Oh, yes!” I cried abandonedly. “Yes! Fuck my ass! Stick that thing up my asshole, please!”

  “I love a lady who knows what she wants,” came Cal’s voice. So it was he who would be my first anal fuck. This was confirmed when Jon moved around into my field of vision, his dick sticking up like a telephone pole. I tried to reach him with my mouth, but Marie was faster. She scrambled away from me and pulled Jon down on top of her, crying out with joy as his huge prong sank with one stroke into her slobbering pussy.

  Cal was pulling my ass cheeks apart. “Man, this is one tight little ass, baby,” he said. “You sure you want me up that thing?”

  “Yes, I do!” I moaned. “Yes I do, please, I want it, I want it so much. I need it, please!”

  “We gotta lube it up a little first,” Cal said. I felt his fingers sliding into my pussy, collecting my freely flowing cunt juice, which he then slathered over my asshole, pulling his cock away to do it. I pushed back again, trying to find him.

  “Relax, sweet thing. You’ll get it soon enough,” Cal said. One of his fingers wormed itself a little way into my ass, juicing it up. I groaned with pleasure, my asshole clenching as if to keep the finger in there. But it went away, and then his cock was there again, this time pushing, pushing slowly inside my tight passage.

  I groaned and panted as, bit by slow bit, Cal’s big tool slid gradually into me. His hands stroked my sides and my dangling breasts as he told me to relax my sphincter. I did my best, and his cock moved in a little further. The sensation was indescribable. Amazingly, I felt no pain, just a wonderful pressure, a beautiful sensation of being filled as I had never been before. I pushed back, wanting more, wanting it all. He must have had about half of it inside me when he started moving back and forth with short, rhythmic strokes.

  I went crazy. I began to yell with pleasure, and in a moment I climaxed almost without warning. My orgasm seemed to open my asshole even more, and Cal’s prick slid in almost to the hilt. He fucked me more strongly now, and soon I was coming again.

  Jon and Marie had finished fucking, and Marie was licking his cock clean. Jon moved over to kiss me on the mouth as Cal went on fucking my ass. I jammed my tongue down his throat, moaning.

  “Man,” Jon said when we broke the kiss. “If I can get it up again tonight, I want to try that asshole too. What do you say, baby?”

  “Yes,” I groaned. “Yes. Oh god, yes!” And then I came again.

  I don’t know how many more climaxes I had before Cal shot his come into my hitherto virgin ass. Eventually Jon did get it up again, and he became the second man to take me that way. Marie finally said she’d had enough, but I just didn’t want to stop. When the guys were good and worn out, and even my mouth couldn’t get them hard again, we finally called it a night.

  Since that night, Marie and I see Cal and Jon at least twice a week, and if anything, my sex life with my husband is better for it. So my advice is, if you have a fantasy, go for it!

  —Name and address withheld

  NAUGHTY NEIGHBOR

  I am a forty-year-old woman, happily married, with two kids. I have blonde hair, pert tits and a shaved pussy, and I never wear underwear. I work out to keep in shape, and most people think I look thirty. I have a good sex life with my husband; we have sex at least twice a day, which usually includes him licking my pussy until I climax. I love sex, and don’t believe there is such a thing as too much.

  Sexy things always seem to happen to me. For example, one time I starte
d getting letters from a twenty-year-old guy who worked at the local mall. He wrote me about how he had seen me in his store and couldn’t keep his eyes off me. When I went into the changing booth to try on some pants, he went into the one next to me and looked under the curtain, hoping to catch a glimpse of my underwear. He saw my bare pussy as I was bending over. He wrote how he masturbated in the booth, hoping I would hear him and catch him. He wrote me several letters, telling me what he wanted to do with me and asking me to come back and visit him. He finally sent me a video of himself masturbating and coming all over the place.

  A few years ago some new neighbors moved in next door to us, a man and wife about our age. Although the husband was good-looking, I did nothing more than fantasize about him, until one week when his wife went on a trip. After she’d been gone a few days I went over to his house to invite him over for dinner. Well, one thing led to another, and very quickly we were lying on the floor, fingering and rubbing each other. He couldn’t believe it when he put his hands down my pants and found nothing but a bare pussy. I went down on him, giving him a couple of licks and then engulfing his penis with in my mouth. He came quickly and I swallowed all his come.

  After this first encounter things began to happen on a regular basis. Carl would phone me when he was at work and masturbate on the phone while talking to me. One time his wife called on the other line, and he had to get rid of her before getting back to me to finish the job. When his wife was out he would phone me from home. His bedroom window faced mine, and while talking on the phone he would stand in front of his window and jerk off, while I took off my clothes in my room and masturbated along with him, so we could watch each other masturbating and come together over the phone.

  During the summer I used to suntan out in the back yard, and Carl would look over the fence and ask me to show him my pussy, which of course I did. I would tease him by flashing my cunt at him whenever I got the chance. After he and his wife had a hot tub installed we had even more fun. At night, when both his wife and my husband had gone to sleep, he would get in his hot tub and I would go out the back and watch him over the fence between our yards. He would stand up and jerk off in the hot tub while I watched. Sometimes he came over to the fence while pulling on his cock. The fence was too high to reach over, so one night I asked him to stick his cock through a knothole in the wood, and to my surprise he did. What a turn-on to have a hard cock sticking out of that hole, and to suck on it until it shot right down my throat!

  I hope this goes on forever. I love being screwed in the morning by my husband, then masturbating over the phone with Carl during the day; being licked and screwed when my husband gets home, then again when we go to bed; and then sucking off Carl through the fence when everyone is asleep. That’s what I call a perfect day!

  —J.H., Muncie, Indiana

  DARK RAPTURE

  My name is Betsy. I am forty-eight, and I’ve been married to the same man for twenty-eight years. Both of our children are grown.

  I am Italian, and I have black hair and dark brown eyes. I am five-four and weigh one hundred twenty. My measurements are 38C-25-35. I am slender, with full “enhanced” boobs. My legs are long for my height and other than “relaxed” stomach muscles, my body could easily pass for that of a much younger woman.

  My husband Bob is eight years older than I am. While we have had a good marriage, our sex life disappeared when he hit his late forties. In fact, it was for his fiftieth birthday that I got my breast implants, hoping to spark his sex drive. My breasts had been fuller when I was younger so, besides being a gift, the implants were intended to restore me to my natural size.

  I probably overdid it. After the procedure, my boobs were huge. I found it necessary to dress in a way that diminished their appearance. But when I want to, I can look like a vixen—someone even told me that I looked like Kay Parker, the adult movie actress.

  The birthday gift was a big hit for two months. Since then, my sex life with my husband has been infrequent at best.

  I work for a large company in Cleveland that has many long-term employees. Since we don’t get many new hires, everyone knows about it when we do.

  Three years ago, a new executive was hired to head our small engineering staff. His name is Randall. He is an extremely handsome black man just over six feet tall, about two hundred pounds. You can’t help but notice him, particularly his upper body. Bodybuilding is the love of his life. He has a physique that is a work of art. His chest and arms are huge. His biceps are almost the size of most men’s thighs. No question, he is an Adonis.

  On his first day with the company, the excitement began. Many women, both black and white, openly lusted for him. Others paid attention to him in less obvious ways. And me? Well, being older and married, I simply enjoyed the show.

  Randall is quite aware of his looks. When a woman sized him up, he would respond with just the right expression and comment. His first conquest was April, the receptionist. She is blonde, single and in her early twenties. I understand she is something of a party girl. She always dressed boldly, usually in a short “fuck-me” skirt. Those skirts and her tight ass made her a big hit with all the men at the office. When word got out that they had a date for Friday night, office gossip electrified. Monday morning, April was beaming. At morning coffee, several women, including me, huddled around to hear about the date. April was beside herself. The story was simple. Randall was a bull. She had not really expected to sleep with him on the first date, but he just sort of casually took her to bed. In fact, he assumed they had made the date just to fuck.

  April raved and raved. Randall was hung like a horse and had fucked her like no other. When she told how he fucked her time and time again, we all went beet red and speechless. After that, not much else was said. April was known to exaggerate, but her excitement told us there was something special about Randall. From then on, we all dreamed about him.

  That’s how it started. From there, his conquests and his reputation grew. Everyone wanted him. While only a few admitted to an affair with him, it was obvious that he had “special friendships” with many of the women in the office. Most were white and married. Those who admitted they slept with him all said the same thing. He was huge and virile—simply the best. We even developed a running joke at the office. When a woman was particularly bitchy, someone would say, “Why don’t you make an appointment with Randall. He’ll loosen you up a little.” All the girls, including me, roared when we heard this.

  For the annual holiday office party, I wore my Christmas dress. It is bright red and shorter than my usual attire. It’s definitely more formfitting than my business clothes, and the top is quite sheer. It’s the only outfit I wear to work that reveals the true size of my new boobs. To finish off the outfit, I wore dark hose and heels. I also put on candy cane earrings with little lights that flickered on and off. I love the Christmas spirit and this outfit is my way of enjoying the season.

  At the party, the liquor flowed and everyone had a good time. Randall danced with all the women. They were lined up for him. He even danced with some of the wives who stopped by to introduce their husbands. They all wanted to be held in his massive arms as he rubbed up against them on the dance floor. The men didn’t like it, but no one would dare say a cross word to Randall. At the bar, I overheard one secretary say that she could feel his huge cock on her belly when they slow-danced. She was actually boasting about it.

  At the bar, I talked to Judy, my closest friend at work, who is also in her forties. We knew everything about each other. She talked about Randall and his women constantly. She wondered how they could sleep with him when they were married. As we talked, Randall approached us. He said he was sorry to interrupt, but he wanted to mention that he liked my earrings. He looked directly into my eyes as he spoke.

  “Thank you,” I stammered. He then slowly looked up and down my body. He paused momentarily at my boobs, and a smile came to his face. There was no question he was examining my cleavage. He made no attempt to co
nceal it. In fact, he obviously wanted me to know it! Before anything else was said, he asked me to dance. A slow song was playing. I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. I was married, and I seldom danced with anyone at office parties. Also, I had never danced with a black man before. And the way he looked at me! I was terrified.

  As it turned out, I didn’t need to answer. Judy swayed up to him and offered to dance. She had a couple of drinks in her by then. What a bitch, I thought. After all that talk. It took me several minutes to regain my composure. I kept telling myself it was just a simple dance, but in the back of my mind I knew it was more. He had calmly examined my body to see if I was good enough to fuck. It made me furious. As I drove home that night, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. How could he be so bold? Did he really think he could have me? Just like that? I kept wondering who he was going to sleep with that night, who he was going to fuck.

  Randall and I worked in different departments and had limited contact, so the next few months were uneventful. Then, one day, I found a note among my husband’s things. He’d written down a phone number and a woman’s name. I couldn’t resist calling. When I did, I was horrified. It was a phone-sex service! Here I was with no sex life of my own and my husband was masturbating with a telephone. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know what to do.

  That night, as I lay awake, the answer came to me. I would have an affair with Randall to get back at my husband. I thought about it for days, and the more I thought of him, the hotter I got. I found myself lusting for his black cock. Revenge was no longer my primary motivation.

  I built up my courage and planned my play for a week when my husband would be away for business. I didn’t know how to approach Randall, so I decided to concoct a tale about needing a ride because of car repairs. I didn’t even know where he lived. Did it make any sense? I didn’t know and I didn’t care.