by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)
Slowly he nosed my panties down, then pulled them to my ankles. A single step and they were gone. He started to kiss my thighs, slowly moving my legs apart. His nose was in my bush, but he stopped short of licking my pussy.
We went to the bedroom. He was naked by the time I reached the bed. Then he was kneeling between my legs, just looking me over, his cock hard and eager.
“You've grown,” he said, eyeing my tits.
“So have you,” I replied, reaching for his cock.
It was a fast, hard fuck, short and enjoyable. It was satisfying while it lasted but left me ready for more.
I ran my hands over his smooth, hard ass as he stood at the sink to wash. I leaned down and kissed each cheek, then ran my tongue over the taut flesh. Startled, he turned around, and I pulled him by his limp dick back to the bed.
I played with his balls, rolling them back and forth, blowing on them and watching them move around in their little sack. Stan was leaning back on his elbows to watch me and also observe his penis hardening. I licked his balls and his cock, sucked the head into my mouth and let it pop out again, then licked some more. Soon he was squirming. I nibbled my way down to his balls once more, then licked just the tip of his cock while I rolled his balls in my hand.
Then I sucked his whole dick in my mouth and worked him up and down for a few minutes, tugging on his balls and watching his toes curl. Suddenly he pulled my head away, jumped up, and laid me on the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor between my knees, and looked at me with shining eyes.
“Mmm,” he said, pulling my pussy lips open.
Delicately he began to lick and caress with his tongue. He stroked my clit a few times, then licked each lip and fold, sucking them into his mouth. He tongued my hole, then went back to my clit and stayed there. He licked the top of my hood, then under my clit, around it, and directly on the tip. The sensations were incredible—each location, each movement produced its own tingle of electricity.
My fingers tweaked and pulled at my nipples. I grabbed my breasts in my hands as I started to come. My hips rose off the bed and my thighs pressed hard on Stan's head. He licked until I couldn't stand any more. The pleasure was so intense I had to push him away.
Stan grinned and watched as I moaned and rubbed my belly and breasts. Pussy juice gleamed on his face and dripped from his chin.
“Tell me,” I said, when I could talk again, “is that a God-given talent, or did someone teach you how to do it?”
He wiped his chin on my pubic hair and climbed onto the bed.
“You liked that, hmm?” he asked. He bent his head to my nipples and sucked hard.
“Mmm,” I replied. “Harder.”
He gave my swollen nipples a really good workout, using his lips, tongue, and fingers, then slowly slid his cock into me again. I should have been sated, but his cock felt so good as it pushed against my sensitive spots. We fucked in a slow, steady rhythm, kissing and hugging. I inhaled the smell of his skin and licked salt off his neck and shoulders.
We started to go faster, harder. I hooked my legs over his shoulders and he pounded into me, his face flushed and shiny with sweat. We gazed into each other's eyes, panting as our climaxes approached. He came first, closing his eyes, gritting his teeth and groaning loudly. I felt his semen hit my cervix and his hard thrusts pushed me over the edge. I came, my pussy muscles tight and hard against his penis, our bodies crushed together in bliss.
Stan moved his weight off me and we lay side by side, panting and listening to our hearts pound. When at last he sat up, he noticed that one of my stockings was still in place.
“Good glue,” he said briefly.—G.F., Providence, Rhode Island
SHE TOOK BART TO THE AIRPORT—BUT FIRST SHE TOOK HIM TO THE MOON!
Bart was flying off to Florida for another round of long and drawn-out contract negotiations. He'd asked me to pick him up and take him to the airport. Since it meant I could spend that much more time with him before he left, I had agreed.
That morning while I was in the shower, I felt my body start to tingle with the thought of seeing him in just a short while. I had a slow, sensual song playing on the radio. My hands began to slide across my wet, slippery skin to the rhythm of the music. They cupped my firm breasts while my fingers slowly circled my hard, soapy nipples. I brought one up to my mouth and slid the hard bud between my lips. My tongue lapped at them while my other hand moved down toward my naval and past it to my love nest. My clit was throbbing with thoughts of Bart touching and sucking my body parts while droplets of water covered our soapy bodies …
Suddenly I realized I was running late. I had to hurry if I didn't want to miss my meeting with the love of my life. He was going to be gone for a week and a half—an ungodly amount of time to be away from the man I loved so dearly.
I arrived at Bart's place as he finished his packing. He asked me to have a seat on the couch while he got things together in the bedroom. A moment later, to my delight and surprise, he came back in wearing only a massive hard-on.
My eyes lit up and my juices started to flow once again. I checked out every inch of his muscular body before I grabbed his ass and pulled him close against my body. We began to kiss with wild hunger, our tongues dancing across each other's lips and probing between them to explore the moist recesses of our mouths. Part of me wanted to step back and rip my clothes off. At the same time I didn't want to disconnect from his warm, luscious mouth. His lips were perfectly soft and firm, like a dense piece of velvet.
Finally I became impatient and started pulling off my clothes and throwing them around the room. When I was naked I began to kiss, lick and nibble every centimeter of his body. His mouth and hands were all over me as well. We dined on each other's flesh until he sat me down on the couch and proceeded to spread my thighs to reveal my hot, juicy pussy. His mouth was there before I knew it and he began to gorge himself. My head instinctively fell back while my ass rose in the air, pushing my pussy into his face. It was as though I was riding his face in mid-air.
The way he licked me was like a fine violinist playing a Stradivarius. His technique was superb and he knew every G-spot I own. I came in his mouth over and over again, my thighs squeezing the sides of his face with each and every climax. His velvet tongue made my clit protrude throbbingly from between my pink lips and brought deep groans from my panting mouth with each stroke.
He was about to drown in my juices by the time he moved his wet face up to my tits and inhaled my right nipple in his mouth. Once again that tongue danced across my skin, making circular motions around my rock-hard nipple. I quivered almost out of control.
He moved between my thighs and I knew he was about to penetrate my love nest with his tree-trunk of a dick, but I had to embrace it with my mouth first. I pushed him back onto the coffee table and dove down. At first I circled my tongue slowly around the head of his penis. Then I began painting his shaft with long wet strokes, up one side and down the other. He loves to watch me do this and after a while, his eyes roll back in his head from pure ecstasy. I continued to lick, nibble and suck his penis while my hands massaged his firm chest.
After some time I removed my mouth from his dick, but not from his body. I worked my way up his torso until I was kissing his mouth again. Then I planted my hot wet pussy onto his dick and began to ride it like a whore.
His cock fit into my cunt as perfectly as a custom-made glove fits a hand. That's when Bart started talking dirty to me and I answered him, turning us both on even more. “Ride me like a whore, lover,” he moaned.
“Yes, Bart,” I panted, “I am riding you like a fucking whore.”
“Look at my cock,” he moaned. “Watch my hard cock pumping in and out of you.”
“I see your fucking cock,” I wailed, my hips pumping up and down on his slick shaft as my sopping pussy slurped him further inside. “Grab my tits,” I cried. “Press my tits together and suck my nipples at the same time.”
“Oh, yeah,” he cried out, “give me your fucking
tits.”
My nubbins ached with lust and were hard as marbles as he held them together, nibbling, sucking and tonguing them at the same time. Now neither of us were able to talk.
Bart arched his back, pressing even deeper into me. My head tossed from side to side as I bounced up and down on his long thick staff, moaning and coming over and over again, milking his dick with the contractions of my pussy.
Finally he rose and laid me down on the sofa, brought my ankles up around his neck and plunged in as deep as he could. He thrust vigorously into me and I thrust back. We were pounding like two wild beasts, the perspiration dripping from our twisting bodies. He kissed me as he gave one last mighty thrust, and we exploded together, crying out in ecstasy as he shot hot, steamy bursts of come deep into me.
I pulled him down onto me and held him as tightly as I could, both of us making sounds of contentment. Our bodies were still joined, and our hearts and souls were joined also.
Neither of us washed up. I wanted to feel his come dripping out of me all day long. He wanted to go on his trip with my juices all over him. When we reached the airport I kissed him goodbye and wished him a safe trip. He winked at me and grabbed my ass. I can still feel his hand there now that he's gone. I told him when he comes back I intend to pick him up wearing only garters, lace-topped stockings, spiked heels and a winter coat. I can't wait till he returns and I bet he can't either!—R.Y., Missoula, Montana
Someone's Watching
WIFE VISITS HUSBAND'S SHOP FOR A LAP TO TEASE AND A STUD TO RIDE AT NIGHT
This story takes place eleven years ago. My wife Katrina had always been a bit conservative when it came to sex. However, it was at this time that she decided to unleash all her guarded inhibitions.
The missionary position was fine, provided it was performed under the sheets and with the lights out. She'd give me a blowjob, but only in the dark. Then it happened, Katrina opened up. She expressed interest in all sorts of things sexual. We discussed each other's fantasies and found they were similar in nature and desire. We quickly pursued them with much delight.
These days Katrina likes watching X-rated flicks while she reads Penthouse Letters. She enjoys the videos where the woman gets fucked by two studs. Watching a woman suck off two men really gets her all hot and excited and hungry for a taste of cock.
Katrina works next door to my shop. She has the eye for one of the guys working there. She'll visit several times a week, hoping to see and tease this fellow. She'll notice his car parked outside the building. In no time, Katrina will be in the shop flirting with him. If Jack is sitting on a stool, she'll sit her butt on his lap and wrap her arms around his neck.
Jack is a couple of years younger than either of us. He's about my height and on the husky side. My wife is about the average height for a woman and has a firm well-kept body. Katrina measures 36C-27-38. She's got nice legs and a cute ass. Her hair is long, dark and luxurious.
Two weeks before our fifteenth anniversary, Katrina decided to call Jack and tease him on the telephone. She invited him over for dinner for the following night. He'd be there around nine o'clock in the evening. Katrina anxiously prepared for the evening, and did all the grocery shopping. I remained cool and decided on what she should wear for the night's escapade. It was to be her short denim skirt with a maroon sweater. She always looks great in a tight sweater.
To make the evening luxurious and exotic for her, I drew a tub of warm water for Katrina. I wanted her pussy to be sweet and fresh for Jack when he arrived. Katrina shaved her pussy. She primped before the mirror before putting on the clothes I had left on the bed for her. She added a garter belt and a pair of stockings. She left the panties in the drawer!
I had the X-rated movie running when her stud showed up at nine. Jack took a seat in the recliner next to mine. Katrina made herself comfortable in the chair across from us. About an hour into the tape, Katrina began sliding toward the edge of her chair. Her skirt moved up her thighs. She was practically giving Jack a complete view of her pussy.
Katrina flipped some popcorn onto the floor. As she leaned to pick up some kernels, her tits bulged and burst free from the sweater. They dangled gloriously before our eyes. She spread her legs open, fully exposing her pussy to Jack and me. I was enjoying the show, and so was he! Jack had a huge boner inside his tight pants.
I excused myself to go prepare the bedroom for the night ahead. I stayed in there for about ten minutes before slipping down the hallway. I had to see what was going on between my wife and Jack. I stood where Katrina and her stud couldn't see me. She sat on one arm of his chair with her legs stretched across his tented lap. Katrina put his right hand onto her freshly shaved pussy. It was slick and wet with her juices. She grabbed hold of his hard dick still inside his jeans. Jack's cock was so huge. Both of them were lost in hot desire.
I quietly came back into the room and sat in my chair to watch them. Katrina was delirious with passion and eager to satisfy Jack's hard cock. My dick was hard as a brick watching them.
Katrina noticed my throbbing cock and how it was trying to break free from my sweat pants. I spread open my legs to let her massage it with her free hand. It was so hot watching my wife play with two cocks at the same time. Jack seemed to be enjoying himself as well.
I let them know that the bedroom was ready. I also informed Jack that all I wanted was for him to please my wife. “Make her happy!” I motioned them on into the bedroom.
I waited only a few minutes before stealing a view of them through the door, She left it cracked open. Jack slowly removed my wife's sweater and skirt. His mouth lustfully kissed at her round tits. Katrina unbuttoned his shirt and pulled open his jeans, letting them fall to the floor.
In a flash she was on her knees. She began grinding her face into his furry crotch. She sucked his thick meat into her throat and thoroughly massaged his heavy balls.
Jack pulled Katrina to his chest and waltzed with her toward the bed. He wanted to sink his long cock into her cunt. But Katrina had other plans. She gripped his head and moved him toward her shaved pussy. She wanted to feel Jack's tongue in her hole. He ate her clit until Katrina began squirming and panting. She was ready for Jack to aim his dick at her slick pussy.
Jack crawled up her torso, kissing her tits along the way. She was so wet and glistening from his feasting. His rigid cock slid into her hole. He began to slowly fuck her. He picked up the tempo. The intensity of the moment brought his cock to eruption. He shot his load deep in her pussy.
Jack was exhausted and spread his body across hers. Katrina wasn't finished and rolled him over onto his back. She licked at his cock, cleaning away both of their come. She sucked at his shaft. It was wet with her spittle. Katrina straddled his thighs and slipped Jack's semi-erect cock up her pussy. It did not take long for him to get it hard!
She must have thought she was a cowgirl, because she began riding Jack's cock like a wild bronco. Her pussy would lift up until only the head of his dick kissed her pussy lips. She'd push her pussy back down onto his rod. Her pussy loved swallowing his fat dick. He soon shot a second load of come up her slick pussy.
I'm sure they had another sexy session inside the steamy bathroom. They were in the shower for the longest time. I went back into the den and waited for them to return.
The stud came out first. He was fully dressed and looked all fresh and glowing. My wife entered the den wearing one of my favorite oversized T-shirts. Both sported grins stretched across their faces. On his way out to his car, Jack thanked us for such a great dinner. Of course, he meant my wife. He left with the grin still painted across his face.
Katrina and I moved back into the bedroom where she gave me the greatest blowjob ever. It wasn't long before I filled her mouth with my load. As we readied for bed, I mentioned to Katrina that I had hoped to satisfy one of her fantasies. I reminded her about wanting to suck and fuck two men at the same time. Her dream is to have a cock in her pussy while she sucks on another cock. We agreed that Jack would be invite
d back for second helpings, and soon! Katrina will happily fulfill her fantasy then.—K.C., Jackson, Mississippi
BLACK STUD SATISFIES A WIFE'S HUNGRY HOT SPOT FOR OPEN-EYED HUSBAND
My wife Marcia is a petite lady with blue eyes and long blonde hair. She has large firm breasts and an ass to die for. It is shaped like a heart. Marcia is a runner, which keeps her legs lean and muscular.
One of Marcia's biggest fantasies is to pick up a hot stud and bring him back for a fuck. A big turn-on for the both of us would be for me to watch them in action.
Last weekend Marcia got all decked out in a slinky black mini-dress. It was one of those with thin spaghetti straps, with no need for a bra. She wore a sexy pair of black pumps. Sheer black-seamed stockings and a crotchless garter belt completed the ensemble.
We visited a popular local dance club. After a few hours of drinking and dancing, I noticed Marcia checking out one particular guy. A tall and handsome black man.
Later I followed him to the bathroom. He was hoisting his eight-inch cock back into his pants when I entered the room. I said hello and was surprised when he said, “Man, your woman sure is one fine lady.” Obviously he had noticed Marcia as well.
“You can have her, if you want her. She's hungry for a hot stud like you. And she likes your look.”
“Say what?” He said with a surprised and suspicious look on his face. I explained the evening's situation to him, hoping he'd understand.
His expression changed to one of curiosity and interest. “Great! I'll have to go tell my brothers that I'm leaving.” He rushed out of the bathroom and headed toward his table of friends. It was a group of three other black guys. They were glancing over at Marcia, laughing and slapping high-fives with him.
Nervously fingering her drink, Marcia sat with her legs crossed. She exuded such a seductive glow. It was such a sexy sight to see. The young man followed me back to our table, where I immediately introduced him to Marcia. It was only a few moments later that Ronald was following us home in his car.
