Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

  There were a few times when I was with either Inez or Pia, or sometimes with both, when we would throw little sexual innuendoes about, but only among us three, never when anyone else was around. I fantasized about both of them sometimes, but never actually thought there was any possibility of fulfillment.

  Once in a blue moon, I will treat myself to a short-order lunch. This particular day, I walked in our local burger joint, got in line, then heard someone call my name. I looked up and saw a grinning Inez. I said hello, and she went on to explain that she was just returning from morning aerobics. I made a joke about her doing things backwards—that she should have stopped at the burger joint first, then gone to aerobics to burn off the calories. Just then, we both heard Pia call our names. She was smiling broadly and looking brilliantly sexy as she came over to us. We all hugged. After getting our meals, we decided to sit outside together so we could, according to Pia, talk more freely.

  As we were eating, the conversation took a turn toward much less safe topics than we had ever broached as a group. We had a great time. We traded a few filthy jokes, a few slanderous comments and a few sexual words like fuck, pussy, cock, blowjobs, and cuntlicking. Inez then announced that she was very envious of Pia, who, she fancied, was divorced and free to experience whatever and whomever she pleased. Pia and I, both believing Inez to be happy, asked as concerned friends if anything was wrong. Inez went on to explain that she was just very unhappy being married to the guy she had indeed married.

  “My husband and I haven’t slept together in years,” she told us. She added, “I’ve had a few meaningless affairs to fill the void, but what kind of fulfillment and pleasure do you get from just—filling the void? The very phrase depresses me.

  “I have to say it—I simply hate being married.”

  Pia looked at me and asked about my wife. I told her the two of us had over the years become distant from each other and were thoroughly unhappy. I commented that I was in the same boat as Inez, who leaned forward, placed an elbow on the table, put her face between her hands and very seductively asked if I meant in the same boat as she in respect to the marriage, or to the affairs.

  “Both,” I said.

  At this point, we discovered many others had come outside also, so our frank but risky conversation had to turn safe again. Pia then asked us to come over to her place to visit and continue the discussion.

  “I think there’s a lot we could say to each other,” she said. She looked at one or another of the tables, where perhaps other stories like ours might be heard.

  We all drove to Pia’s place in our own cars. I was anticipating more than conversation, but couldn’t be sure such a feeling would be in common with theirs.

  My first indication that something was definitely going to happen occurred to me when Pia opened her spare garage doors and motioned for us both to drive in and park inside. When we parked our cars and emerged on the driveway, she mentioned that putting the cars away was only to keep rumors from circulating in the neighborhood. Even the true ones!

  When we got inside, Pia turned on some smooth jazz and we resumed our talk. After a while, our conversation turned to sexual techniques.

  Pia and Inez both described the ways they liked to be fucked. Inez went first, saying that she is always irritated by men who don’t like to eat pussy. Then she stated that men who would not kiss her after they come in her mouth also pissed her off.

  Pia jumped in and said that she loved the pearl necklace and was greatly turned on by a man who liked to have his jism spread like cream all over each partner’s body.

  They both asked me if I liked eating pussy. My eyes widened and I let out a short laugh. I leaned forward.

  “Ladies,” I said, “I love giving face—I mean, more than anything!”

  I also said that I loved women who were uninhibited and not afraid to swim around, so to speak, in jism; also, that I thought the sexiest odor on earth was the aroma of pussy juice mixed with jism.

  Pia, very excited, leaned forward herself and asked, “Have you done a threesome, either of you? How about it? We’re safe, only we will know, we’ll all keep our mouths shut about it.”

  Without answering, Inez immediately whipped off her top to expose two of the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. With that, I stripped off my clothes in a matter of seconds. I looked over at Pia, and saw another set of absolutely gorgeous boobs, and a thick and beautiful, brownish-red muff. Looking down on the couch, I saw Inez’s almost clean-shaven pussy was wet and dripping. We were ready!

  For the first few minutes, it was a kissing frenzy, from Pia to Inez, then back to Pia. Inez pushed me back on the couch, straddled my face, and lowered her cunt, shaved down to the bristles, onto my mouth. It was sweet tasting, with hardly any odor, and the stubble tickled. Then I could feel Pia going down on me. I had to hope Pia would not suck too powerfully, since I come quickly when the suction is strong. Inez looked down at me and smiled. I lapped her lovingly and drew groans and writhing. It was an overwhelming pleasure to have my face and dick treated simultaneously.

  My worries about Pia were groundless. She sucked cock with artistry, bringing my come along at a leisurely pace. My mouth had comparable skill, and I could feel Inez twitch as I prolonged her pleasure with just the right pressure from my tongue. When the great moment came, she and I were quaking with orgasm and her cries bounced off the walls of the house stereophonically. When I came, Pia pulled back and let my jism gush from me in a warm, sticky fountain, which she gathered in her hands and began spreading on all three of us.

  That first incident happened three years ago and the three of us have been in a threesome ever since, or so to speak, anyway. —R.N., Lake Forest, Illinois

  SHE MEASURED UP TO THE HEALTH CLUB’S HIGHEST EXPECTATIONS

  Although I am an avid reader of your magazine, my wife is completely against your type of literature. So I keep my collection at work and indulge my taste for sexy reading materials while I’m traveling.

  I joke frequently with my wife, Margaret, about her making out with my best friend. She is really an abandoned, sexy woman but she had an old-fashioned upbringing and seems to think it is proper to act like a prude. Even though she gratifies her full, voluptuous appetites when we go to bed—and even though she demonstrates a great and filthy imagination while we are fucking—she seems to feel obliged to play goody-two-shoes at all other times, and especially in public.

  For that reason, even though we had often discussed the fantasy of her fucking and sucking with another man while I watched, I had resigned myself to the probability that it would never happen.

  However, hope springs eternal, and it was encouraging that Margaret began working out at a gym two or three times a week to relieve stress and stay fit—even though at thirty-four she’s quite fit and has a great body. Every couple of months she checks her measurements to check on her progress. This had never been a big deal until recently, and the reason for that is one of the new instructors—a shy and quiet young man named Trevor who is in his early twenties. Margaret and the other women at the gym tease Trevor about being a young stud and a slut, and this makes him blush and stammer.

  Before long, Margaret and I were talking about a fantasy in which she seduces Trevor and fucks and sucks him in every imaginable way. This turned Margaret on immensely, and our sex life improved to no end. But, I told her repeatedly, our sex life would be enhanced tenfold if she ever lost her inhibitions and actually seduced Trevor.

  “Oh,” she protested, “I couldn’t do that. I’m much too shy.” With that, just to show her how wrong she was, I stuck my index finger into her twat and wiggled it while I sucked her erect and still stiffening nipple. “Yes,” she sighed, trembling with passion, “I might do it at that, with proper stimulus.”

  I was further encouraged when Margaret proudly told me after her last measurement session that the other girls teased Trevor about trying to cop a feel. She laughed wickedly when she described how the poor guy made it worse for
himself by protesting his innocence. Margaret told me later, again with a certain amount of gratification, that his hands had seemed to linger on her upper thighs and under her breasts while he took those measurements.

  I told her that she should give the kid an experience to remember next time—let him cop a real feel. She laughed and blushed a bit, and when I pressed her she admitted that she had shifted her weight a bit while Trevor’s hand was on her ribs and he had brushed against a stiffening nipple. And when he was checking her legs, she said, she had felt the back of his hand brush against her crotch.

  “We could really have a great threesome or something with this guy,” I said. “Or I could just watch the two of you, if you’d like that better.”

  Margaret actually blushed when she told me, “I’d really like to, but I think I’d have to be extra horny to take the first step.” She was thoughtful for a while, then said, “You can help me by turning me on, you know.” I promised I would, and that night, while we were engaged in foreplay, I ran my hand from her stomach up onto her tit. I squeezed the nipple and told her that was what she should let Trevor do the next time. Then I moved my hand up her leg and stroked her thigh a few times before placing it on her pussy. As she parted her legs, I told her that when Trevor measured her legs, she should bend her knees slightly so that his hands would slide right up to her hot-spot. I did just that to demonstrate, and when she ground her hot, wet pussy onto my knuckles I told her she should do that to Trevor’s hand too. Margaret immediately moaned, climbed on top of me and engulfed my hard rod in her dripping cunt for an extended and heated fuck session.

  For the next month, every time we made love I would tease Margaret’s nipples and rub my hand against her pussy while telling her that she should have Trevor do this the next time he measured her. That always got her quite hot, and she would fuck like crazy. In the three days before Margaret was due for her measurements, we agreed not to fuck, so that Margaret would be in a good mood to make her move on Trevor. It was hard for me to pass up all that great pussy, but Margaret assured me that once she nailed Trevor, we’d really expand our sexual horizons. And I was all for that.

  Margaret called me at work on the day for her next measuring session. “Come on home for lunch, and get me as horny as you can,” she said. “I really want to lose my inhibitions and get it on with Trevor.”

  Needless to say, I was on my way immediately. We talked dirty, and both got turned on over lunch. Then we went into the bedroom to prepare Margaret for the big event. Margaret stripped and had a leisurely, steaming shower, emerging a virginal pink that was belied by the way she swung her ass and tits as she walked around, selecting her outfit. With no ceremony, I started playing with her nipples. Margaret moaned her excitement, and I caressed her pussy and rubbed my finger up and down the slit. Her moans increased, and she rotated her hips, ready for a farewell fuck. But I pointed out she’d be late if we did that. I gave her a flimsy set of silk underwear and told her to wear them instead of her sports undies. “Trevor will appreciate them,” I said, and left the room so she could get dressed. When she came to kiss me goodbye, I tweaked her nipples until they were visible through her top and rubbed her pussy. She moaned again.

  “I’m ready for Trevor now,” she told me. “Ready for anybody.” I was inclined to agree she must be pretty well primed for an extramarital adventure. Then I told her to have fun and be nice to Trevor. Her face was flushed as she left. I figured Trevor was going to get lucky that day.

  When Margaret came home a few hours later, she headed straight for the shower, as usual. Afterward, she came out into the living room in her robe. I could tell she was wearing only her panties underneath. She had little to say when I asked her how her session went. I coaxed her for details. She sat on the couch beside me, and sighed deeply. “It went just fine,” she said.

  “How’s Trevor?” I asked. She blushed, and said nothing. I put my arm around her and squeezed her tit. “Look,” I said, “whatever happened with Trevor is okay with me. I was the one who egged you on, remember that? So you can tell me about it. That was supposed to be part of the fun, wasn’t it?” I could feel her relax then, and as she told me what had happened, her nipples hardened under my fingers.

  Margaret said that Trevor was busy with some other people when she arrived at the gym. She started to work out on the equipment. The silk bra rubbed against her nipples and made them harden—so much so that she knew they were visible to anyone who might happen to look at her. This thought, and the fact that her flimsy, lacy panties were riding up into her pussy slit, made her start to lubricate. Margaret was heading for another piece of equipment when she noticed Trevor watching her, extra-close. She smiled at him as she climbed onto an exercise bike. The increased movement of her tits within the bra made the nipples even harder, which she knew was a step in the right direction, and to help things along she rubbed her pussy into the seat, trying to get some pressure onto her clit. Just then, Trevor called to her to come and get measured. As she walked over to the side of the room where the measuring took place, she told me, she felt Trevor’s eyes on her swaying tits and stiffening nipples. The two of them made small talk as Trevor started taking her measurements.

  At this point in her story, I was really pulling on Margaret’s tits. She threw her robe open and pulled my head to her breasts and their engorged nipples. I sucked on each of them as my wife—heating up again now—continued her story.

  Once Trevor was done with the preliminaries, he began to measure the dimensions that required him to touch the spots he had been teased about previously. He reached around Margaret from the back to measure her, and in doing so he brushed a trembling hand against a stiff nipple. Margaret said she sighed just enough so that Trevor could hear, and pushed her tit forward, into his hand. Trevor then put his other hand around her, ostensibly to retrieve the other end of the measuring tape. As he did so, he pinched Margaret’s nipple. Then he quickly squeezed the entire tit. Then, she said, as Trevor pulled his hands away, he “sort of accidentally” slid them down her sides and along her hips. Trevor then knelt beside Margaret to measure her legs. Margaret remembered what I had told her. When his hand was high on her leg measuring her inseam, Margaret buckled her knees slightly, so that his hand pressed lightly against her pussy. When he looked up at her inquiringly, she closed her eyes and dropped further onto his knuckles. She softly moaned as he made contact with her slit. Trevor pushed his hand back at her and rubbed it harder against her stiff love bud.

  Margaret was ready for some shameless action now, and she began to grind her hips on his hand. Trevor whispered to her, “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back.” Then he rose and went over to see off the few women who were still exercising. Margaret pretended to do her cool-off stretches for about five minutes. Then, when the last woman left, Trevor locked the door and came over to where Margaret was standing. He came up behind her and caressed her ass, then ran one hand up between her legs to rub her pussy. She moaned her appreciation, and that got results. He pulled her sweatpants down to her ankles and started kissing the backs of her thighs. Margaret spread her legs farther apart and leaned forward, over the stool in front of her. Then Trevor kissed his way to Margaret’s pussy, and tried to lick it through the panties.

  Margaret got very horny as she related all this, and she pushed my head down from her tits to her lower body. I urged her to go on with her story, pulled her panties down her legs and dived into her pussy. She continued the story as I lapped away.

  She said Trevor pulled her panties down to her ankles, and licked both her pussy and her thighs. She kicked the panties off and spread her legs to give him ready access. Trevor lay on his back and pulled her over him so that she straddled his head. Margaret said her pussy dripped on Trevor’s face as he stuck his tongue up into her slit. At the same time, he slid his hands beneath her top, raised her bra above her tits and played with her extended nipples. She ground her pussy as she came on his tongue. When my horny darling caught her breath,
she saw that the head of Trevor’s cock was pushing out from under his sweat-pants. She pulled the pants down below his balls, leaned over and licked the hard shaft as she played with his balls. Trevor renewed his tongue action on her clit. Margaret said she wanted him to come first, so she rubbed his cock with her hands as she licked the head. When he moaned and bucked, she tightened her grip and increased her speed until he grunted loudly and shot hot seed that she gulped down as she came with him. When they caught their breaths, Margaret wiped them both off with a towel, and they dressed and parted. They agreed that this should not happen again, Margaret said, but we both knew that with my help, it would.

  As she told me the story, Margaret had been stroking my cock. I had two fingers diddling her hot pussy while my thumb rubbed her clit. She started to tremble, and suddenly she pushed me onto my back. She dropped herself onto my hard cock, and ran her pussy fully down on it in one motion. I sucked her hanging nipples as she rode me fiercely. Then she shouted loudly as she orgasmed. I shot come deep into her hungry snatch. While she recovered her calm, I told her that next time I wanted to watch her and Trevor. She gave me a long, deep kiss.—T.L., Petoskey, Michigan

  “YOU SQUEAMISH PEOPLE JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE MISSING!”

  For years now, my wife and I have been addicted to Penthouse Letters. The letters get hotter and juicier with each issue. We really lick our chops reading about sensuous threesomes and erotic gang bangs. I don’t think anything gets our blood going more than reading aloud about a wanton housewife who is getting banged by two studs while her husband jerks off to the action.

  Well, I shouldn’t say there’s nothing sexier. Penny and I have become obsessed with afterplay—licking and sucking up come after a torrid love scene. I think that’s what gets us horniest— reading about some slutty housewife lapping it up like a lioness in heat. We especially like the hot stories where the spouse joins in the fun, slurping up cunt cream and stringy sperm right alongside his wife.