by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)
Karl pulled away from Gayle's mouth and shot his come all over her chest, soaking her tits and her dress. John immediately took his place between her lips and swiftly came down her throat, moaning as she swallowed his jism. When they were done, Ben stood up and pushed her back onto the chaise lounge. She spread her legs and he slid his cock into her well-used pussy. He fucked her hard, causing her to groan and gasp for breath. The lounge chair rocked in the sand and almost broke apart before he came in Gayle's pussy, while she was taken by an orgasm of her own.
When Ben pulled out of my wife, I stood her up and then lay down on the lounge on my back, so that she could get on me and ride my cock. She straddled me and did just that, riding me hard and sucking Karl's cock back to stiffness at the same time. After a few minutes, Gayle's receptive pussy took in its fourth load of the night.
When my wife got up off my cock, John slid onto the lounge and Karl bent her over so she could suck John's cock while Karl fucked her from behind. Gayle's head bobbed up and down on John's straining dick as Karl drove fiercely into her body with strong thrusts. Once again John gasped and came in Gayle's mouth, and she swallowed it happily. Karl pounded into her for another ten minutes before finally giving her her fifth load of come for the night. When he pulled out, come ran down her thighs to her stocking tops like a thick white river. She collapsed on top of John, moaning and quivering and gasping for breath.
When I looked at my watch it said four-fifteen. I roused my exhausted wife and told the guys good-bye, and said that maybe we'd see them again sometime. I helped my thoroughly fucked wife to our room, where we slept almost all the next day.
That evening Gayle was packing and I was in the bathroom when there was a knock at the door. I heard Gayle answer it, but couldn't hear anything else. When I came out, I found Gayle kissing John and jerking his cock. She looked at me and explained that John hadn't gotten to sample her pussy yet. I shrugged and said okay. They took off their clothes and lay on the bed in a 69 position, and John ate Gayle's pussy while she sucked his cock. John stopped her before he came this time, then maneuvered around and got on top of her and pushed his cock into her pussy. Gayle gasped and curled her legs around him.
John fucked her very slowly for about five minutes, and then began fucking her so hard that the bed was bumping against the wall. Gayle's mouth was wide open, and she was moaning passionately. John fucked her like that for another few minutes, and then flipped her over like a rag doll, pulled her onto her hands and knees and rammed that cock into her doggie-style. Gayle was screaming and begging him to come in her pussy. John finally gave a shout, and with one final thrust flooded Gayle's womb with a massive load of come. When he pulled out and rolled over, I climbed on the bed and fucked her till we both came. Thus ended an adventure that we'll never forget.—L.Q., Wheeling, West Virginia
HE SATISFIES HIS ITCH TO MATE WITH HIS MARRIED OFFICE MATES
Lately I have become obsessed with the married women in my office. I try to think of how good or bad they would be in bed. A while back I became friendly with several women in my office. I went to happy hour with them from time to time. They often spoke freely of their sexual relations with their husbands.
One night after the other two had left, Carol and I decided to play some pool. We went to a sports bar and were drinking, playing pool and darts. Before we left I suggested we play the last game for clothes. If I won she had to show me her breasts, and if she won I would show her my cock. Surprisingly she agreed, and luckily I won.
We went to my car in the parking lot and got in. She unbuttoned her shirt and showed me her tits with her bra on. I kissed her and felt her tits through her bra and reminded her that according to the bet she had to show me her breasts. I slowly pulled her bra up. Her breasts were large and sagged somewhat, but she is a little older and that happens. I still thought they were very sexy, and kissed them and licked her nipples. Unfortunately that was as far as she would let me go.
Another night after Carol left us, Heidi and I continued drinking pretty heavy. She is extremely small, about five feet and a hundred pounds. Her husband travels a lot and was away for a week. I convinced her to go back to her house. She rode with me and I started playing with her breasts. I took her shirt off and played with her small tits. I sat her up so people passing could see. I pulled my cock out, and she instinctively knew what to do. Almost immediately I felt her tongue gliding over my shaft. Then I felt the familiar warmness of a woman's mouth over my dick.
I felt a little nervous with another man's wife in his house but was overcome when Heidi walked out of the bathroom with nothing on. She walked to the bed. I took off my clothes and started licking her pussy. She squirmed around, obviously enjoying the attention. I crawled up in between her spread thighs. I rolled on a condom and put my cock next to her slit. I reached under her to palm her butt cheeks. Then I sank my cock balls-deep in her.
I am not really that big, but she was so tiny, I wondered if I might be too big for her. But she was soon groaning loudly and I relaxed. It was not long before I felt my balls tighten. I knew it was time and buried my dick deep inside her and held it there until my balls were empty. Then I pulled out.
The third and last married woman I have fucked in our office is Beth. I talked to her one night at a party for another woman from the office who was getting married. Her husband was not present. I soon convinced her to meet me at a local motel. We departed separately so as not to arouse suspicion. Inside the motel room we started kissing and undressing each other. She had a plump ass but very nice tits.
I loved having Beth suck my cock. I wanted to shoot in her mouth, but she stopped blowing me too soon. After going down on her I thought about her husband fucking her. I wondered if he had just fucked her prior to the party and if I was licking any of his come. That is one hell of a thought to have at a time like that. So I moved up her body and kissed her and licked her tits. In the heat of the moment I slid my cock in her pussy and fucked her hard and fast.
She turned around and I fucked her doggie-style. She leaned on her elbows so her big ass stuck up in the air. I thought of what her husband would think if he could see his wife's ass up in the air with my cock headed for her pussy. I drove my cock deep in her and grabbed her fleshy hips. I pounded her pussy hard and fast before I filled it full of my come. I wondered if she would have sex with her husband when she got home and fantasized about him licking her pussy.
I fucked Beth several more times after that. I often fondle her tits and ass at the office when no one is around. I sometimes pull my cock out of my pants and she puts her hand on it. She is one hot woman. I know it is extremely egotistical of me, but I love to fuck other men's wives. It seems so taboo. I'm sure one day another man is going to fuck my wife.—G.F., El Paso, Texas
WITH HER SURFER STUD'S HELP, SHE HAS THE SUMMER OF HER LIFE
I am married to the smartest and sexiest woman in the world. I don't suppose you can print the enclosed photos, but they will show you how exceptional Susie is.
Shortly after we were married, a short-term job assignment took me to a resort island. Susie joined me six months later, after graduating from college. The day she arrived, she said that after years of school, studying and work, she was ready for “the summer of my life.” Near our apartment was a beach that didn't have too many tourists. When I was at work she'd hang out there in her thong, tanning that beautiful body of hers.
It didn't take long before a surfing instructor took notice and asked her out. She declined politely, but there was a strong physical attraction. I told her that I liked the idea of her seeing Buzz and that taking a lover fit in with the summer-of-her-life theme. A few weeks later I left town on business. As I walked out the door I kissed her passionately and suggested that she spend some time on the beach taking surfing lessons. She was obviously intrigued, but not quite sold.
My trip went quickly as I hoped that my wife would take that leap and show Buzz what a tigress she can be in bed. I arrived home at the cra
ck of dawn a day early. I tiptoed into the bedroom hoping to find them in the middle of a “surfing lesson.” Susie was alone and very happy to see me. We made passionate love until the sun was high. As we lay in a tangle on the bed, she told me she had a date with Buzz that afternoon. To her delight, I was instantly aroused.
She also told me that when she agreed to the date, she let Buzz know that he would probably end up frustrated. I didn't want to pressure her, so I told her to just go have fun and to do whatever felt right. That afternoon I watched her shave her legs and her beautiful pussy in the shower. I dried her off and helped her get dressed so she would look perfect for Buzz. I kissed her good-bye and crossed my fingers that she would make him her lover.
The day passed slowly, with thoughts of my wife's legs wrapped around the surfer, his tool buried in her as he filled her with his seed. I didn't expect to see her until the next morning, so I spent the evening with friends at a bar on the beach. When I got home I found Susie stretched out on our bed, naked in the moonlight. I knelt beside her and asked if Buzz was frustrated. She replied that he was very satisfied!
I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately for a long time. She obviously wanted more, so I worked my way down her body, kissing, nibbling and licking every inch of her smooth skin. When I got to her sweet pussy, she was already dripping wet. I explored her every fold with my tongue as she moaned quietly, pushing her snatch into my face. As I tongued her, I couldn't help but wonder how many times Buzz had filled her with his semen. She had never tasted so good.
I slipped a finger into her snatch and rubbed her G-spot. She squirmed and said she wasn't up to that, so I went back to gently sucking her clit and teasing her ass with the tip of my tongue. Her first orgasm came quickly, and I could tell she wanted my dick badly. I kissed my way back up her body, stopping only to suck gently on her almost rigid nipples. I hadn't gotten enough of her fine breasts when she pulled my lips to hers. She licked her wetness from my face as she guided my tool into her pussy. She was so aroused that I slid in to the hilt with one gentle push.
She ground her pelvis against me and quickly came again. I wasn't far behind. Before I did, she whispered in my ear that Buzz was uncircumcised and his jism tasted sweet like mine. He had even come in her hand and she licked up every drop. As I blew my wad deep in her, she wrapped her legs tight around me to pull me in farther and told me how much she loved me. Afterward, as my rod slipped from her slippery box, she thanked me for being willing to share her with another man.
The next morning Susie filled me in. She and Buzz had made love at least nine times that day. He filled each of her openings. He even took her to a strip club, where he fingered her under the bar as she licked the dancer's pussy. She had never tasted a woman before, and between his fingers in her and her tongue in the dancer's pussy, she got off in the middle of a crowded room. They were so hot, they had anal sex twice in the parking lot. The icing on the cake was that they had made a date for the next night. Buzz told her when he dropped her off that he wanted to lick his come from her ass, and she was obviously excited at the prospect.
Susie alternated her evenings between Buzz and me for the rest of our time on the island, tantalizing each of us with what she had done the night before. It was the most erotic time the three of us had had. We have enough great memories to fill twenty more pages, but that will have to wait. It was over too soon. As the airplane's wheels left the runway, Susie thanked me for helping her have the summer of her life.—R.C., Denver, Colorado
THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S PHOTO ALBUM
This past Christmas my wife gave me an incredible present. It was a photo album, which she made me promise never to show to anyone else. I reluctantly agreed. I say reluctantly because it is a shame she will not let me share it with the world. You see, it is filled with high-quality, glossy color photos of Marilyn in various stages of undress and in all kinds of provocative poses.
The pictures were taken by a professional photographer, and I rate them as being nearly of the same quality as the glamorous erotic shoots you do with the models in your magazine. There are pictures of her in elegant attire, in flimsy lace nighties and undies, and in revealing swim-suits. She is twenty-four, stands five foot four, weighs a hundred twelve pounds and has a beautiful face, shoulder-length dark brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. I would put her up against centerfolds anytime. It is a real shame others can't see these pictures.
I had asked Marilyn to have some cheesy pictures taken a couple of times during our marriage, but she never showed much interest. She said she thought she would be too embarrassed to ever pose for a photographer. After giving me the album, she laughed and said it had taken some doing to actually go through with it. She made three appointments with Marty, a photographer friend of ours, before she had them taken. She chickened out of an October appointment at the last moment. She canceled a second appointment the week before Thanksgiving because her period started. She finally had the shoot the week after Thanksgiving.
The photographs made Marilyn look unbelievably sexy. On Christmas morning, after she gave me the album, I soon had her back in our bedroom making passionate love. Since then we have kept the album in a dresser drawer, and I have looked at it more times than I can count. When Marilyn comes into the bedroom and sees me looking at them, she grins, knowing she is about to get laid. It was only yesterday, though, that I got the lowdown on the sessions.
Marilyn had been evasive when I asked how it was for her. Last night she saw me looking at the album and said, “You really love those, don't you, Stu?”
I nodded eagerly and grinned. She said, “Would you like to see more?”
I nodded even more avidly. “Did you do another shoot?” I asked.
Marilyn shrugged and replied coyly, “Well, no. But I had more pictures taken that day. They were to be just for me, but I'll let you see them if you want to.”
I was nodding and panting like a puppy dog indicating how much I did. Marilyn went to one of her dresser drawers to retrieve the key to the cedar chest at the foot of our bed where she keeps personal keepsakes.
She kept talking as she opened the chest. “I want to warn you, honey. These pictures are a lot more risqué.”
Wow, I thought. I was so excited, I figured all I had to do was touch my hard prick and I would come.
Marilyn retrieved another album from the bottom of the chest. She clutched it to her and said, “Before I let you see this, I want you to promise me you won't be upset. You will see me completely exposed. Does that bother you?”
I shook my head as I reached for the album, but she still held on to it.
“Wait,” she said. “There's more.”
“More?” I said. I had to restrain myself from just grabbing the album.
“There's somebody else in some of the pictures,” she said, watching my reaction closely. What she saw was a shit-eating grin and eyeballs popping out of my head. “His name is Lance. He's an assistant of Marty's and a male model. Stu, you've always claimed you're not the jealous type. These pictures will put you to the test. They show us naked, fooling around, in all kinds of suggestive poses. Sure you can handle it?”
My dick was actually throbbing as I nodded. Marilyn finally handed me the album. The first pictures were of Marilyn in lingerie like I'd never seen her wear. Every square inch of her luscious body was exposed. There was even a close-up of her cunt with her pulling her pussy lips apart with her fingers.
Then I got to the pictures with Lance, a tall, well-built, dark-skinned black man. The pictures started out with him in a tux and her in a short white dress. She wore a pearl necklace, matching earrings and white spiked heels. Their dancing poses turned to undressing and suggestive poses. I almost came in my pants when I saw my wife bent over backward in Lance's arms, her strapless dress off her breasts, his tongue touching one of her erect nipples.
There was one of Lance, his coat off, shirt open, trousers at his knees. Marilyn was curtsied in front of him.
His huge black cock stood out. Her dainty hand held it, and her open mouth was only an inch from the big head. Next there was Marilyn, dress bunched around her waist, lying on a circular bed with Lance hunched over her, his tongue practically touching her exposed cunt.
I groaned when I saw the next ones. Lance had his trousers down to his knees. Marilyn's dress was around her waist. Her legs were around his body and her hands held onto his shoulders. His hands cupped her bare hips and their groins were pressed together. He had a look of intense pleasure. She had her head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth hanging open. My groan was not from displeasure. I was about to climax.
The last pictures showed them on the round bed. In the next-to-last, Marilyn's legs were around Lance's, her head tilted back, chin up, eyes closed, mouth open, with a look of ecstasy. His grimace expressed sexual release. The final picture showed him on his back, my wife lying facedown on him, her legs splayed outside his. His hands lay clasped on her sexy butt. His eyes were closed, and as her head faced the camera, you saw that hers were too. They fully looked the part of sleeping lovers locked together in the sleep of the erotically exhausted.
I sighed, let the album fall to my lap, and leaned my head back. I closed my eyes and smiled dreamily. Like the two sleeping lovers, I needed to recover. I had come in my pants, without even touching myself. It's too bad my wife insists nobody else ever see the pictures. They are the most erotic things I have ever seen. Marilyn lay down on her side looking at me as I lay on my back.
Looking at the wet spot on the front of my trousers, she smiled and said, “I take that as a sign that those pictures didn't upset you.”
“Upset?” I murmured. “Those pictures are incredible. How could I be upset?”
Marilyn's finger drew little figures on my chest as she replied, “Well, you may be when I tell you the rest. I've got to tell you everything that happened, though.”
I looked at her and said, “I don't know what else you have to show me or tell me, but I want to hear every detail about what happened. Don't leave out anything. I promise you that nothing you could tell me now would upset me.”
