by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)
Stacey called his room, but a friend said he was still out on the town. “Oh well, tell him to call me,” she said as she hung up, obviously disappointed.
We began undressing and kissing when the phone rang. Stacey looked at me as she answered with a sexy smile. She said, “OK, OK, sure, all right, bye!” Then, to me: “God, he's on his way over!” We got dressed and I went to the bar for a while, thinking it would be less tense if Stacey greeted him alone.
When I got back, they were sitting around talking and laughing nervously. We each had a drink as Mark and I tried to relax a bit. The drinks went pretty fast. Stacey winked at me and suggested I go get another round. I was sure she wanted to get going! I wasn't surprised to find them on the bed when I returned.
She was on her hands and knees, wearing only her tiny white thong panties, her bare feet hanging off the edge of the bed. It was obvious that she had been sucking his huge cock. She looked nervously over her shoulder as I walked up to the bed. He was naked, with her hand still gripping and slowly stroking his massive tool. I stripped.
Sensing my approval, Stacey tossed her hair to one side and stuffed Mark's cock in her very full mouth and resumed giving him head. She had not exaggerated—his dick was at least ten inches, perfectly shaped, and very thick. She is great at giving head, but this was a challenge! Now nude, I got on the floor behind her, peeled off her thong and plunged my tongue in her wet pussy. I licked and sucked her swollen cunt and Mark fucked her mouth. She moaned.
The sun, alcohol and excitement had me spinning, so I moved to a chair by the bed to catch my breath. I knew Stacey was dying to be stretched by this dream cock. After a few minutes she rolled over to the middle of the bed on all fours, shaking with lust and anticipation.
She looked at Mark and said, “Baby, I want you in me.”
Mark slid a condom over his rock-hard cock and began pushing it into Stacey. She grabbed the headboard and groaned loudly as he fucked her from behind in hard, fast strokes.
“Fuck me, baby! God, fuck me!” she yelled. After a while he pulled out and rolled her on her back. She raised her legs high as he reentered her and resumed fucking. I had a great view of his massive cock stretching her. She was breathing really hard. He finally exploded in her for what seemed like an eternity.
I got back on the bed and played with Stacey's erect nipples and kissed her deeply. Mark spread her legs and furiously lapped her pussy. She was obviously enjoying the attention of two men. I sucked her nipples, and Mark soon joined me in licking and sucking her pert tits. She couldn't keep her hands off his cock, and slowly pumped his shaft back to full attention. Mark and I both were pleasuring Stacey, and she was stroking both our cocks. What an erotic pleasure overload!
I got up to catch my breath again. Stacey kissed her way down Mark's athletic body, took his cock back in her mouth and sucked him off slowly, pausing often to admire his shaft and at the same time rubbing her clit. He came with a loud groan, and she continued to lick his shaft. They kissed and rolled off the bed, totally spent. It was very late, and Mark dressed, said quick good-byes and left. Stacey and I collapsed on the bed. It had been a long, tiring day!
The next day we both woke up smiling—and horny as hell. We fucked and sucked each other several times before we had to leave for the airport. Stacey grinned a sexy, slutty grin as I pulled my totally spent cock out of her after one long final fuck.
We both laughed as we dressed and checked out, and we smiled all the way home.—L.S., Wilmington, Delaware
A SPECIAL ANNIVERSARY PRESENT FROM HIS WIFE: HER BEST FRIEND
Denise and I have been married for five years, but have been together for almost ten. She still turns my crank. She is a six-foot beauty with shoulder-length auburn hair and a smile that lights up a room, not to mention a killer 38-26-35 body. Furthermore, she can be insatiable in the bedroom, which suits me fine. Needless to say, I have never had any notions of straying.
Our usual anniversary routine is to dine at an upscale restaurant, then head home for some earth-shaking sex. But this year my wife's best friend was in town. Michelle was maid of honor at our wedding, but since we moved away from our hometown we haven't seen much of her and her husband and kids. So when she called to say she would be in town for a conference, Denise invited her to come out to dinner with us.
The meal and wine were great, and after a while I noticed that the usually reserved Michelle was being very flirtatious with me. I just assumed it was the wine. Not that I minded the attention. Michelle is extremely pleasant to look at, even after giving birth to two kids. She is about 34-25-36, stands a little over five feet ten and has light brown, almost blonde hair. I felt great dining with two gorgeous females, and Denise didn't seem to care that Michelle was getting a little bold with her hands.
After dinner Denise asked Michelle if she wanted to come home for a nightcap. I was a little disappointed, as I'd been hoping to get laid as soon as we got home. But I understood that my wife missed her old friend, so I made the best of it. When we got home I opened another bottle of wine and we caught up on old times. I figured Denise would make up for missing our anniversary romp the next night. As it got late and the girls were still deep in conversation, I excused myself to go to bed.
What happened next still blows my mind. In my sleep I felt a hand caressing my cock, which responded eagerly. Then it was engulfed in a warm, hungry mouth. In my fog I figured Michelle must have left and Denise was heated up from the wine. When I heard the shower, I figured she'd asked Michelle to stay.
I said, “We better hurry, so we don't disturb Michelle when she comes out.”
“Yes, we better hurry,” a voice responded in the dark. “I've just got to have that hard rod in me soon.”
I almost fell out of bed. You guessed it, the voice was Michelle's, not Denise's.
“Michelle!” I said, as she slid her body up over mine, her hard nipples grazing my chest. “What're you doing?”
“Trying to get fucked,” she said. “Hey, Frank, I know you've always wanted me.”
My mind told me I shouldn't, but my cock had other ideas. Denise's showers usually lasted about twenty minutes, and I had always wanted to fuck Michelle. I groaned as she lowered her warm snatch onto my seven-inch fuckpole. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I made out the shapes of Michelle's large, round breasts bouncing up and down.
“This is great!” she moaned. “Denise is right. You really are great in the sack.”
What a confidence booster to the old ego! I got into a sitting position, with Michelle's long legs wrapped around my waist, and clamped my mouth onto one of her large bouncing tits.
“Oh that's it, suck it hard!” she gasped. “That feels so good.”
I broke free for a moment and suggested she get on her hands and knees. I wanted to fuck this beauty from behind. Then I had another idea. “Do you want me to lick your pussy?” I asked.
“Oh, please,” Michelle panted. “It's been so long. Andy doesn't seem to want to do it anymore.”
I got on my back with my head between her knees, pulled her down to my waiting tongue and lapped at her wet opening. I herd her moan even though her face was buried in the pillow. In a minute I felt her bucking on my face and knew she was near climax.
It was at this point that I heard my wife's voice: “What are you two doing?”
Uh-oh, I thought. My member shrank. You're headed for divorce court now.
But Denise said: “Michelle, I asked you to wait while I had my shower!”
“Sorry, hon,” Michelle purred. “I just couldn't hold back.”
“Oh well,” my wife replied. “Happy anniversary, baby.” And with that she dropped her towel, climbed on the bed and went down on me.
“Michelle and I need this hard,” she said between licks. “Why don't you get her pussy ready again, babe? This is one anniversary you're never gonna forget!”
I didn't need further encouragement. I licked Michelle's slit again while my wife got my cock back up to f
ull attention.
“So do you want to fuck her, Frank?” Denise asked when she had me hard. I nodded. “Good,” she said, “because part of my anniversary gift is that you get to fuck her and watch me get eaten out. Do you want your gift now, babe?”
“More than you know!” I rasped.
Michelle had been quiet through this, apart from the occasional grunt and groan as my tongue rummaged her cunt. Now she spoke up.
“Quit your talking and fuck me now, Frank. And you, Denise, bring that sweet muff of yours over here. I should have done this years ago.”
“Honey, if you'd done that, we might not be having the fun we're going to have now,” Denise panted, moving up on the king-size bed and spreading her legs so Michelle could lap at her snatch.
I moved behind Michelle, rejoicing that I was finally going to get to fuck her. I had wanted to do this for ten years, ever since Denise had introduced me to her best friend. As Michelle's mouth went full throttle at my wife's pussy, I clasped those lovely hips I had often fantasized about touching and thrust all seven inches of my manmeat in her moist opening. She gave a muffled cry of passion into Denise's cunt.
As I thrust into that twisting body, my wife moaned over and over, “That's it! Oh yeah, that feels great!” I picked up the pace, lunging hard into Michelle, who groaned as she ate my wife and begged me between licks to give it to her harder. Denise's legs were draped over Michelle's shoulders as her friend ate her out and played with her giant melons. This gave me an idea. I reached around Michelle's body and clasped her quivering mounds of flesh as I continued to fuck her.
“I'm coming!” Denise screamed. “Oh God, yes! I'm coming!”
At that instant Michelle groaned and her love-tunnel clamped around my pole, alternatively squeezing and releasing it. This pushed me into climax mode. I started to pull out, but Michelle backed up onto my pulsing rod, making it difficult for me to withdraw.
“Shoot inside her!” my wife gasped.
How could I say no? I let out a long-delayed moan of fulfillment and ejected my semen in Michelle's waiting pussy.
Now I don't know if it was because of the intensely erotic situation or because of my amazing natural resiliency, but even after shooting in Michelle I was still semi-hard. Michelle remarked on this.
“I told you!” my wife replied coyly.
“I need a little help if you care to continue, ladies,” I smirked.
With that Michelle turned and began sucking on my cock, bringing it quickly back to full salute. Denise, not wanting to be left out of anything, helped her friend by licking my balls. But she soon tired of sharing my cock, and instead fastened her beautiful mouth on Michelle's fabulous tits. As I said, Denise can be insatiable, and I was finding out Michelle could be too. But right then I wanted to fuck my wife, so I turned her over on her back and slipped my dick in her pussy. Michelle, deprived of my cock, decided to sit on my wife's face.
“Oh God,” Denise panted, her voice muffled by Michelle's crotch. “I've wanted to do this for so long!”
I knew that licking another woman's pussy had long been a favorite fantasy of hers, and now she was doing it. Michelle was bouncing on Denise's face and cooing to herself. I was thrusting for all I was worth in my wife's cunt, and now I brought my mouth to Michelle's bouncing tits and teased her nipples with my tongue. Denise moaned and grunted as I fucked her and she ate Michelle's pussy.
Michelle began to shudder, on the verge of another orgasm, and Denise bucked up and down as she built toward her own climax. In another minute both women screamed almost simultaneously in the throes of mutual ecstasy. After my first climax it was taking me a while to build to another, so I was still ready for more fun. But first the girls needed to catch their breath.
As the women lay there recovering, Michelle asked me if I would fuck her up the ass. She said since she had let herself go so far as to have a threesome with her best friend and her husband, she now wanted to do all the naughty things she could think of with us. I was more than ready for intense anal action with this lusty female, and Denise had no objection. So as Michelle got onto her hands and knees, I stuck two fingers into her sopping pussy, then transferred some of those love juices to her ass for lubrication.
“Come on, Frank,” Michelle panted. “I can't wait any longer. Shove your meat in my ass.”
My wife, who was busy fingering her friend's clit, also encouraged me. “Go on, baby. Do it! I want to see you fuck that tight ass.”
How do you say no to two gorgeous nymphos? I had Michelle's ass nicely lubed now, and I brought my seven-inch shaft to her asshole and started to slowly penetrate that tight opening. Michelle in the meantime was playing with her pussy and moaning about how good it felt. Denise slid underneath her crouching body and pulled her friend's hand away, replacing it with her tongue. She eagerly licked Michelle's pussy, as well as my balls and the exposed portion of my shaft. Michelle reciprocated, leaning down to plunge tongue-first into my wife's squirming muff. It wasn't long before I had sunk my cock all the way in Michelle's ass. The feeling was indescribably exquisite.
Lifting her head from Denise's pussy for a moment, Michelle screamed, “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck my ass!”
The women kept lapping at each other's slits while I obligingly reamed Michelle's ass. Denise was soon thrusting her crotch into Michelle's face and groaning out her climax, while her friend's anus clutched at my rock-hard shaft and her body jerked uncontrollably. I couldn't hold back anymore. That spasming asshole milked me to a wrenching climax, and I poured my come like an erupting volcano into Michelle's derriere. As I collapsed on the bed beside them, the women fell into each other's arms, kissing deeply.
Michelle stayed in town for several more days, and we continued our erotic activity. I fucked both her and my wife in the ass, cunt and mouth so often that I began to wonder how long I could go on, and I never tired of watching them eat each other out. I even fucked Michelle one time while she talked to her husband on the phone.
We are planning to do it again the next time Michelle comes to town, which I sure hope will be soon. Needless to say, this was the best anniversary present I have ever received!—F.L., Cincinnati, Ohio
A GAL NEEDS A PERSONAL LIFE—SOMETIMES A COUPLE OF PERSONS
I am a single mother in my early thirties, blonde with greenish eyes. I work hard to keep my figure as trim as possible. I am not entirely convinced that my efforts have succeeded, but I love the attention I get from men when I walk down the street or go to the gym.
As a working professional, I have never devoted as much time to my personal life as I guess I should have. The demands of a legal career, and my own ambition, have cost me one marriage and several other relationships. So when my ex-husband has his two weekends a month with our daughter, I like to go out on the town.
One Friday evening not long before Christmas, a girlfriend and I decided we would check out a new dance bar that had recently opened. She had heard that it was a fun place and that there were a fair number of single guys around our age. We were not disappointed, and we had a great time. I probably had a few too many drinks, but the atmosphere and my mood combined to encourage me to just let go.
Around eleven, while Marie and I were sitting around at our table and chatting about nothing, two men approached and asked if they could buy us a drink. I was about to say no when I realized that I knew one of them. Maurice had been a lawyer in my ex-husband's firm. He is black, about six feet tall, with a shaved head, and wears a small diamond stud in his left ear. He doesn't look like a lawyer, but I have seen him work and he is very good. Someone once told me that wearing an earring on the left side meant you were gay, but that certainly isn't the case with him. The reason he had had to leave the firm was because he got one of the secretaries pregnant.
As usual, Maurice was immaculately dressed, and when he smiled down at me for the first time, I realized why so many women I had known thought he was extremely good-looking. After brief intros and a few minutes of idle talk,
Marie and Rich, the other guy, got up to go to the dance floor. Maurice and I were now alone at the table. Before they left, we had just been catching up on old times. As soon as they were gone, he really got sexual, and before I realized it, his words were affecting me.
Maurice told me that he knew I liked sex, that my husband had told him that when we did make love, I enjoyed it. He asked me if I had ever been with a black man. I told him that I once went down on a black guy at a college party, but we never fucked. He said that he wanted to be my first and, taking my hand, pulled it to his crotch and began to rub it over what seemed to be a large, erect penis. I guess his talk was affecting him also.
At first, I was afraid someone might see us. Maurice held my hand firm and said no one was even looking at us, which was true. He kept rubbing, and I kept getting wetter. I knew my nipples were showing through my blouse, and my breathing became shorter. He leaned over, licked behind my ear and whispered that he wanted to rock me all night. Right then I came, and he knew I was his.
We all left shortly after, with Marie and Rich following Maurice and me to his apartment. We all knew what was going to happen, though Marie was a little less certain. She had a reputation for being slow with her boyfriends and had never slept with a black man either. She also hadn't had her hand in the guy's crotch for a half hour or so. In any event, I was not paying much attention to what she was doing. I was too horny to care.
After a couple of drinks, Maurice met me as I came out of the bathroom. He began to rub the huge lump in his pants up against my crotch. His kisses were incredible—his tongue was all over the inside of my mouth. His hands gently pressed my tits. Somehow he managed to undo my blouse, and when he slid it off my shoulders, it was a signal to both of us that it was bedtime.
