Letters to Penthouse XI

by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)

  Lenore moved off Robert's now-limp cock. I licked their juices off. She lay on the sofa and pulled her knees back to her shoulders. I dove into her wet crotch and licked her red cunt lips, then fitted my mouth to her cunt and sucked the remaining juices out as fast as I could.

  We were so caught up in our own pleasure, we had forgotten Hallie. As our eyes focused, we saw Selden on his knees behind Hallie, on her knees and elbows. He was fucking her no-longer-virgin asshole. Wow! What a sight that was, her puckered ring gripping that huge black dick as it moved in and out!

  Within five minutes Robert was on his knees in front of Hallie, feeding her his almost hard cock, tasting of Lenore's pussy juice. Lenore and I agreed we had made the right decision getting Hallie some black cock as we took turns sucking Selden's come off of her asshole.

  Interracial sex is not for everyone, but for those who want it, try it and like it, there's nothing like it. That night was only the first of many for Hallie. You should have seen her with eight big-dicked black studs.—H.W., Selma, Alabama

  THERE ARE ADVANTAGES TO HAVING A WIFE WHO LIKES TO SCREW AROUND

  Looking back, it's only fair to note that it was my wife who first suggested a threesome, one night during sex.

  But the idea excited me, and we started having three somes with a single friend, Chad. I knew that Phyllis and Chad had gotten drunk and screwed shortly after she and I met. She had said it was a mistake, though—she was only interested in me. Still, after we got married, I always had pangs of jealousy and excitement when Chad was around.

  I had a night job back then, and knew that Phyllis sometimes slept with Chad while I was at work. I also noticed that she had taken to trimming her pussy, with a tuft of hair on top. I had repeatedly asked her to do this, but it was only when Chad said it excited him that she did it. My consolation was that after her sessions with him she was ready for more sex when I got home.

  One Friday night I got off early and came home to an empty house. Phyllis had indeed said that morning that she was going out with friends after work. I grabbed some beers and headed to my buddy Len's house. Seeing our truck in front, I drove down the block and walked back. I heard music, and some other friends—Chad included—laughing. I went around back and looked in a window to the den.

  I saw Phyllis, tipsy, dancing in the middle of the room in front of four of my closest friends. She was wearing a skirt but had removed her blouse. She had on a teddy that did nothing to cover her breasts. Chad motioned her over to him, and she squatted slightly as his hand disappeared under her skirt. She then bent over and removed her skirt.

  Len had his video camera out and was taping it all. Phyllis sauntered up to the camera and pulled the bottom of her teddy to one side. Len slid a finger in her, and she squirmed on it. As he and my other friends Cole and Vern looked on, Phyllis returned to Chad, got on all fours and removed his pants. She sucked his balls into her mouth, then took one long lick from them to his asshole, which she tongued with probing strokes.

  The other guys started removing their clothes and crowding around Phyllis, who was now totally naked. Len stood behind her with the camera and slid a finger in her ass. Chad moved aside and let Cole kneel in front of her. The guys took turns letting Phyllis lick their assholes while Chad knelt behind her and fucked her from behind. She had always steadfastly rebuffed any advances I made toward her rear channel.

  After Chad came and withdrew, Cole replaced him. Len handed the camera to Chad and lay down in front of Phyllis. She began sucking Len's surprisingly big cock in earnest. Cole pounded her from behind and soon deposited his load in her cunt.

  She moved up on top of Len and slid down his pole. With apparent encouragement from Chad, Vern positioned his joint at Phyllis's ass and slid in. As soon as she felt both holes plugged, she began coming.

  Len and Vern got a rhythm going, and before long they both came inside her. Cole crawled under her, and she slid down on his dick. Chad hovered behind her, and she reached back to spread her ass cheeks for him. He buried his dick in her rectum, and she again began coming deliriously. They fucked like this for a full fifteen minutes, until Chad came in her ass. Cole then got behind her and took his turn in her butt.

  For a while they all rested. Chad brought drinks from the kitchen, and I was bewildered once again. Around me, Phyllis has always refused to drink hard liquor.

  Len threw the video they had just made in the VCR. Phyllis seemed particularly interested in shots of her getting penetrated. For the next two and a half hours, while they watched the video, the men took turns fucking my wife. One of them would apparently be inspired by a particular scene and engage her in similar activity.

  She seemed glad to oblige, trying all the while to keep her eyes on the TV. Eventually she ate all their assholes out with sluttish abandon. In all, each man must have come at least twice in her pussy, once in her ass and once in her mouth. When the video was over, Len put the tape back in the camera and they each got another blowjob.

  I finally went home about four in the morning. Phyllis returned about an hour later. She took a shower before climbing in bed. She asked lazily how long I had been home, and I said just a few minutes. I asked if she had had fun with her friends, and she said it had been the usual, catching up on gossip and the like.

  I reached for her pussy. She responded by spreading her legs and encouraging me to fuck her. I was amazed that she could want more after what I had just witnessed. It took me only a few minutes before I came deep inside her. She asked what had me so excited. I said I'd been thinking about her while she was out with her friends.

  I know now that she fucks my friends a couple of times a month at least. I'm planning a pool party in which I plan to pretend to get drunk and pass out. With any luck I'll “wake up” and catch her getting fucked.

  Then I will jump on the opportunity to join in, and to participate in all of Phyllis's future clusterfucks.—F.S., Torrance, California

  HERE'S HOW MUCH ACTION A LADY CAN GET INTO OVER A FRIENDLY GAME OF POOL

  One Friday night about a year ago, my wife and I went out for some fun.

  When Suzanne walked out of the bathroom, I immediately got hard as iron. She is five feet four, one hundred eighteen pounds, with a thirty-six-inch bust, dark shoulder-length hair and brown eyes. She had her pert lips painted bright red and had perfect makeup. She wore a tight black mini-dress cut mid-thigh.

  Everything was topped off with black stockings and high heels. I later found out that she also had a black mesh one-piece outfit on under her dress, with a shoestring crotch. I discovered this in the car, when I put my hand up her skirt. She spread her legs so I could see.

  We went out to eat, and then to a quiet bar that we frequent. The bar was empty except for us and the bartender. We went to the game room around the back of the bar. As we played pool and had some drinks, my wife loosened up more and more. When we had been there about an hour, three black men in their early twenties came in to play pool. They immediately started watching my wife.

  Suzanne noticed this and took the initiative. Each shot she made, she would part her legs, arch her back and lean way over the table, exposing her hot little ass. She also sat at our table with her legs crossed, exposing plenty of thigh and exposing her crotch when she would stand up. This had a noticeable effect on the guys. One of them struck up a conversation with us, during which he stared at my wife's legs the whole time.

  At one point I went to the bathroom. As I returned, I poked my head slowly around the corner to see my wife and the guy, Charlie, sitting very close together, whispering.

  Suzanne laughed and patted his leg. He responded by placing his hand high on her thigh and rubbing her thigh, working his way up to her pussy. She uncrossed her legs for him and spread them to give him access to her treasure.

  Charlie ran his hand through Suzanne's thin strip of hair and rubbed her pussy, then started to slide his finger into her vagina. Her breathing became heavier, and she gasped as his finger entered her. The
second man, Thomas, stood close by and watched. At last my wife began humping her hips forward and jerked several times, crying out as she climaxed.

  Suzanne whimpered like a puppy as Charlie continued to rub her clit. Then, very abruptly, she pushed Charlie's hand away. At this point I walked back in and asked them how the game was going. They stuttered something about taking a break, then began playing pool again. My wife blushed deep red. The sexual tension in the air was so thick, you could almost see it.

  A few minutes later, I made an excuse to go call the sitter and check in on the kids. I waited a minute before sneaking back to see what was going on. I saw Thomas standing behind Suzanne, who had pulled her chair out from the wall a couple of feet. He was rubbing her shoulders and neck.

  Then he worked his hands around front and started massaging her tits. She looked up and smiled at him as they kissed. He whispered in her ear, and she spread her legs to show the other two guys her pussy.

  The third guy, Earl, walked up to her and started rubbing her legs. She was getting excited. Then Earl stood up and pulled a huge cock out of his pants. It was at least nine inches long, and thick too. She grabbed it and pulled it to her, and started stroking it. She then took that snake in her mouth and started sucking.

  Earl ran his hands through Suzanne's luxurious hair while fucking her face. Suddenly he held still and pumped his come into her stretched mouth. She swallowed almost all of it. A few drops of come spilled down her chin onto her chest and onto her cleavage. Earl withdrew, and Suzanne sat back in her chair.

  Just as she was finishing wiping herself off, I walked in. She'd missed a couple of drops of come here and there, but I didn't say anything. She and the three guys kept playing pool.

  Twenty minutes later, Suzanne was still teasing them. The guys would walk behind her and brush against her ass whenever they had the chance. At one point Thomas stood behind her while she was on the opposite side of the table from me and actually put his hand up her skirt and rubbed her ass! My wife looked over at me and I smiled. Then, suddenly, she jumped, and I assumed that Thomas had a finger in her pussy or her ass. He whispered to her, and she smiled and shook her head and said she was married.

  Once more I went to the bathroom and snuck back. This time Suzanne was shooting her shot and Charlie was behind her. He was openly rubbing her ass, and even slid her skirt up her waist. Then he eased her legs apart, and as she looked over her shoulder at him, I saw her reach back behind her and pull down his zipper.

  Suzanne nodded her definite approval. By the motion of her arm, I knew she was stroking Charlie's cock. Then she laid her pool stick on the table as he eased her forward and in one stroke buried his cock in my wife's tight pussy. She squealed in delight, so loud that the bartender even looked in from the bar, but I waved him off.

  Meanwhile, Charlie was bucking into Suzanne faster and faster, and for ten minutes she just hung on and enjoyed a tremendously hard fucking. After those ten minutes Charlie stiffened and came in her pussy, flooding it with his come. Suzanne, whimpering audibly by now, climaxed so hard that she shook.

  Charlie took Suzanne's face in his hands and French-kissed her deeply. Then he pulled out, zipped up and went out to the bar to get a drink. Suzanne just hung over the pool table panting ferociously, working at catching her breath. As she stood up to pull her skirt back down, I walked back in, and everyone lamely tried to act calm.

  After ten minutes or so, I noticed drops of come running down Suzanne's thighs to her stocking tops. There was dried come between her tits and on her dress as well. I said nothing. I went out once again to get a pack of cigarettes and assumed my hiding place for observing further action.

  I didn't wait long. This time Thomas took his turn with my horny wife. He sat next to her and started rubbing her legs while unzipping his jeans. When he pulled his cock out, Suzanne slipped out of her chair, knelt in front of him and sucked his cock. She was so horny and high that she made a real show of sucking and licking. She deep-throated as much as she could until Thomas stopped her.

  He had her stand up, then slid her skirt up once more and pulled her onto his lap, facing him. He lowered her slowly onto his cock. From the look on her face, every nerve in her body must have been screaming with delight as she was slowly impaled on that eight-inch snake.

  When Thomas was balls-deep, he raised and lowered Suzanne. Then she took over and started bouncing on him as he pulled her top down and sucked her tits. He also played with her ass, squeezing and rubbing it. This session lasted about five minutes.

  Then Earl walked up and started kissing Suzanne. She reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants and started stroking it. Thomas got so thoroughly turned on that he blasted a load of come deep in Suzanne's cunt.

  Earl didn't give her time to come down from her climax. He lifted her up and set her over the pool table. He took his cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy a few times until he was lubed up, then started working his cock into my wife's hot, tight little ass. Her eyes got wide. Her mouth hung open.

  She told him to go easy because she really wanted to be able to take it all. He laughed and said he knew she could take his whole shaft, and continued to press his log up her ass. Her breathing became heavier and her cheeks reddened as he continued to penetrate her. A low moan escaped her lips, and then his manhood was all the way in her.

  Earl held still and asked Suzanne if she was OK. All she could do was nod yes. He started fucking her ass, and his speed grew faster. She was moaning and panting very loudly. Tears of pleasure ran down her pretty face as he asked her how it felt. She said she had never imagined she could experience anything like that. She worked her hand to her pussy and started rubbing.

  As my wife climaxed, Earl yelled out loud that he loved her tight little white ass and asked her where she wanted him to come.

  “Oh baby, come in my ass,” Suzanne said. “Yes, fill my ass with your hot come.”

  He did. He jerked hard and filled her ass with his juice. When he pulled out, some come dripped back out of her ass. He kissed her once more.

  Then the three men all got dressed and left the bar. I walked in and told Suzanne that I loved the show. She got embarrassed as she just lay draped over the pool table. I walked up behind her and saw that her clothing was sticking to her sweat-drenched flesh, and her whole body had the feel and scent of spent sex.

  I leaned over and kissed her beautiful, well-used ass. Then I took two fingers and stuck them first in her hot, drenched pussy, then in her ass. I pulled down my zipper and eased the fourth cock of the night into my wife's pussy. Then I also fucked her ass before coming inside her.

  After that we left the bar for home. The bartender smiled as we left. As we walked by him, I flipped up Suzanne's skirt and flashed him her well-fucked pussy and ass. The poor guy nearly fainted!

  Our seats were soaked with sweat by the time we got home, and Suzanne's exhausted muscles felt the after-effects of her exertions for a few days at least. But she insisted that the evening had all been well worth it. She said how much she enjoyed the evening.

  I was quick to acknowledge that I had enjoyed it just as much.—M.C., Las Vegas, Nevada

  HIS PROPER WIFE GOES WILD WHEN SHE MEETS A GROUP OF BIG BLACK STUDS

  My wife Sarah has always been a reserved, unapproachable beauty from the time I first met her in college. After six years of marriage and two children, she and I grew restless and started exploring our sexual fantasies, slowly and carefully at first. She had been a virgin when we started dating, and had never had any sexual experience with another man. For that matter, my own sexual experience was rather limited outside of our relationship. Thus, even after we decided to experiment a little, my wife was somewhat cautious and reluctant at first.

  We explored the possibly of swinging, as we understood it, but our knowledge of the subject was minimal. Sarah would not even consider another couple, or a threesome with another woman, because she thought she might feel denigrated in such an arrangement. She
did eventually warm up to the idea of introducing another man into our relationship on a trial basis. I agreed, thinking it would be better to start somewhere than to just dither around.

  After some soul searching, we agreed to meet at a popular singles bar after work one Friday evening. I was detained at the office at the last minute, however, and called Sarah to let her know. I told her to go ahead and have a good time, saying that I would join her as soon as possible. When I arrived at around eight o'clock the place was packed. I checked out the bar, and then the lounge, where the band was tuning up, but I didn't see her, and began to suspect that she had gotten cold feet.

  But as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the lounge I saw Sarah sitting in a corner booth with an odd assortment of black men. After ordering a drink at the bar to fortify my courage, I walked over to introduce myself. I noticed that Sarah seemed unusually animated, and perhaps a little high. She introduced me to her new friends—Tim, Ralph, Pete, Larry and Barry.

  Tim looked to be around forty, and appeared to be in charge. He introduced Larry and Barry, who were identical twins, as his nephews and star football players at their college. Pete was a teammate of the twins, and Ralph was a starting defensive back for the local NFL team. All five were big husky men, well over six feet, but Tim was huge at around six feet seven and three hundred pounds.

  When the band started, Tim asked permission to dance with Sarah, then steered her onto the small dance floor. She looked very sexy in her light summer dress, which was low-cut with a short flared skirt, and displayed her full cleavage, great ass and slim figure to perfection. Even with high heels to augment her five-feet-two height, my wife looked tiny and vulnerable as Tim folded her into his bear-like embrace. While they contrasted sharply in height, color and size, they were both good dancers, and Tim handled her with style and grace. When they snuggled up for some close dancing during a slow number, I noticed that he began to let his hands roam freely over my wife's inviting buttocks.