Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

  Bill’s mouth found Heather’s tit again as he slipped off her damp panties. She pulled his shorts down and pressed his huge salami to her legs and then to her mound of Venus. By then, my cock was jerking so hard I thought for sure I was going to come. But I held out for even hornier inspiration. Heather lay back with a pillow under her hips, and spread her legs good and wide. She grasped Bill’s prick and rubbed the plum-size cock-head on the distended labia at the entrance to her pussy. Then she tilted her pelvis to give that thickening rod better access to her eager, dripping cunt.

  After what seemed like an age, Bill took his penis in one hand and guided it into my wife’s welcoming pussy. I could almost feel the tightness and the heat as I watched Bill feeding Heather all that black cock, seeing how much she liked it. Then Bill pumped his ass forward just as Heather hunched herself forward on that huge salami of his and ran it in several final inches, to the hilt.

  Heather came almost immediately. Bill must have come at the same time. I don’t know how long his body kept quivering before he finally pulled back. There was an audible “pop” as his cock left that happy but grasping cunt. I stifled a gasp and came in my pants. Then Heather had Bill stand in front of her. She played with his cock and balls and gradually jacked him up to a full a spectacular erection again.

  I heard her tell him she wanted him to fuck her like a horse. He was all for it. Heather got on her hands and knees, and he easily entered her love-tube from the rear in what for anyone else would have been doggie-fashion. Bill was gentle in his fucking after Heather told him she had never taken a cock that big. But she joyfully shouted, “I love it!” when he got the monster all the way in, and he pumped her deeper and faster. When Bill reached around and grasped Heather’s pendulous tits, I thought she would go crazy. She yelled about how good it felt. “Harder, Billy,” she shouted. “Pull my nipples. Squeeze me!” I came again as I watched that stallion drill my wife while she hollered for more.

  Since that first afternoon, I’ve arranged to watch those two fucking several more times. After each visit, when Bill has gone home and Heather has rested, she sucks my cock to full erection, then fucks me until I can’t get it up anymore.

  Some day I’ll invite Bill to watch me fuck Heather. But I want to watch them a few more times before I let him in on our secret.—J.L., Rochester, New York

  TWO MAY BE COMPANY, BUT FOUR’S AN ADULT BIRTHDAY PARTY

  This letter is to share with your readers the wonderful birthday present I gave my wife. Caroline had often fantasized about how wonderful it would be to have two lovers at the same time. Little did she know that I would arrange that for her, and also hang around to watch the show.

  My beautiful wife was preparing to turn forty. Although she looks much younger and has a figure any woman would be proud of, she was feeling down about it. Over the years, she’s often told me of how every woman dreams of having two men in bed at the same time. I’m sure she never thought she’d live out those fantasies.

  As a regular reader of Penthouse Letters, I’d been fascinated by the letters from men who like to watch their wives with other men. The idea was a little daunting, but it also got me very excited. I finally decided Caroline deserved the opportunity, and that I would arrange for two friends to be of “service” to her. My plan included watching them at first and joining them later. Dave and Larry, the lucky friends I chose to help, were at first shocked, then interested. They both agreed that my wife is a very sexy lady.

  Caroline and I went out to dinner the weekend of the big four-oh. I had arranged for Dave and Larry to “accidentally” meet us after dinner, when we were having drinks. They joined us at our table, and the four of us spent the evening drinking and dancing. The evening advanced, and I had fewer dances with Caroline as the two of them competed for her attention. During one slow dance, Dave kept his hands firmly on Caroline’s shapely rear. The music ended, and he kissed her before returning to the table.

  The combination of her male admirers and the alcohol made Caroline lose her inhibitions. Even the gentlemanly Larry got into the spirit of the evening. As Dave and Caroline held each other in another slow dance, Larry snuggled up against Caroline from behind. His cock was obviously straining against his trousers as he pressed it up against Caroline’s ass. She wiggled appreciation, and he nuzzled her neck as the three of them moved to the music. It was at that point that I realized it was time to adjourn the party to our house.

  I told the guys that Caroline and I needed to head home while I could still drive. Caroline protested, until I suggested that Dave and Larry follow us home for a nightcap. Luckily the drive was a short one.

  I had arranged for another friend to leave a message on our answering machine requiring me to drive to the office and deal with a systems security problem. This would give Dave and Larry the opportunity to fulfill Caroline’s fantasy and for her to feel she was safely alone to enjoy herself. I told Caroline that I was leaving her in good hands, drove the car around the corner, then walked home. I went around back, to watch the action through a sliding glass door.

  I had left the drapes open for a full view of the living room and the three heated, horny participants. Not even Dave and Larry knew that I was going to watch from the deck, which also provided a view of the bedroom.

  The first thing I saw was Larry and Caroline slow-dancing. I still don’t know if there was music. Their lips locked together for what must have been a tongue-probing kiss. After a few minutes, Dave got up from the sofa and joined them. Caroline turned her head for a passionate kiss.

  While this was happening, the two men explored Caroline’s curves. At first she half-heartedly brushed them away, but she soon relaxed and enjoyed it. Then things happened quickly. As Dave kissed Caroline, Larry started undressing my horny birthday girl. First her skirt fell to the floor. Then he unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lace bra. He caressed each breast in turn. Caroline showed no direct reaction to this, but concentrated on her passionate kiss with Dave. Larry unfastened her bra. He somehow got his head between Caroline and Dave, and took her rosy left nipple into his mouth. That got a reaction. Caroline grasped the back of Larry’s head, as if to be sure he kept sucking her tit. By this time, Dave realized she was wearing only a half slip and panties, and as Larry kept up his attentions on the top half of Caroline, Dave moved his hand down her stomach until he found her cunt and the wetness between her legs.

  I could tell when he slid his fingers inside her pussy. That was when she broke off the embrace and spread her legs. Dave and Larry were enjoying my wife’s body right before my eyes in my own living room, and I sat there watching and rubbing my cock as I enjoyed the sight of it.

  Dave removed the last of Caroline’s clothing and I saw her glistening love juices run down her slim legs. Larry continued sucking her tits. Dave began licking her pussy. Caroline stood erect the whole time. Then she broke off a kiss to tell the guys, “Time to come up for air, studs, and let’s get horizontal—fast.” She was triumphant as the two men carried her to the plush rug in front of the fireplace. Dave placed a pillow beneath her head as she reached up, unzipped Larry’s slacks and liberated his rock-hard cock. It was the size of my own—about seven inches long. She popped it right into her mouth.

  As she hungrily sucked Larry’s cock, which I could see from her bobbing Adam’s apple was down her throat, she went for Dave’s love-stick. It must have been ten inches long, and thick as my wrist. I wondered if she could handle a prick of that size.

  Meanwhile, my two friends were devouring my wife’s body, both with their hands and with their mouths. It was only a matter of time, of course, until Caroline got a rampant cock stuck into the apex of her long, shapely legs. Caroline knows a lot about giving head, and Larry was getting the blowjob of his life. Meantime, Dave made good use of his time, making sure Caroline got well lubricated to accommodate his big salami. He also placed a large down pillow under Caroline’s ass. Obviously, he was arranging for a good angle from which to angle that h
orse-cock of his for easy and painless penetration.

  Caroline was hitting on all cylinders, and never missed a beat. She raised her legs, spread them wide, and flung her ankles over Dave’s shoulders, avidly sucking Larry’s smaller prick as Dave gently eased his nobler steed into her honey-pot. She was indeed well lubricated, and wide open. Dave’s cock-head easily lodged in her pussy, and in a few easy strokes his prick was buried in her sweet pussy.

  Now, encouraged by the way Caroline moved her pelvis into his, Dave started some healthy thrusting in and out. That felt so good that Caroline lost track of Larry’s cock. She let it slip out of her mouth. She was in seventh heaven. I could see Dave’s muscles tense up as he shot wads of jism into her pussy. He collapsed, and she held him tight for several minutes before he rolled off. The three of them lay there, satiated. I thought the evening was over—then Larry picked up Caroline and carried her into the bedroom.

  It took me a few moments to move to the bedroom window to catch the late show. By the time I was in place, Larry had Caroline on her side, at the edge of our bed. He was holding her left leg straight up in the air while he stood alongside the bed with his rod sliding easily in and out of her sopping-wet hole. Dave was licking and sucking her nipples. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she sucked his pussy-soaked cock between her lips for a superb second helping of prick. This, I decided, was a good time for me to join the party.

  I jogged back to the car and drove it into the garage. When I reentered the house, I went straight to the bedroom. The scene hadn’t changed much since I’d left the deck. As I had expected, Dave was enjoying one of Caroline’s marvelous blowjobs while Larry pumped his prick in and out of Caroline’s appreciative pussy. She had rolled over onto her back by then, so that Larry could hold both her long legs up in the air to penetrate her love-hole more deeply. I was hotter than a two-dollar pistol at that stage, and as Larry pulled his prick out of Caroline, I quickly moved in and replaced him.

  Caroline looked up to see me between her legs. She smiled and said, “Welcome home, and thank you.” Her cunt had never been so well lubricated. It didn’t take me long to add my come to the two loads already deposited there. The party was far from over, as far as Caroline was concerned. “I can take all three of you on at once,” she said, and got busy on our limp dicks with both hands and lips. I’ll never forget the sight of my beautiful wife working on three cocks as her own love juices ran down the crack of her pretty ass and down her legs.

  “Okay,” she said. “I want some more of Dave’s monster.” He got between her legs and slipped his huge cock into her with one thrust. She sighed happily, then grabbed Larry’s prick and slipped her lips around it. At the same time, she gripped my own rod and jerked me off. In fifteen minutes, we had all come. I sprayed jism that Caroline rubbed into her titties. She swallowed all Larry had, and she milked Dave’s prick dry with her muscular pussy. We spent the next several hours trying new positions. We plan a repeat performance in a few weeks. Watch this space!—T.R., San Jose, California

  HARD REALITY SURPASSES FUCKING FANTASY

  My husband and I have enjoyed your publication since you first started. We are a liberated couple, but because of our position in the community we must be careful. My husband Roger is a successful business professional who’s quite attractive. He’s thirty-eight years old, six feet tall, weighs one-seventy, and has a nice tan and an eight-inch prick. I am twenty-eight and a natural blonde. I’m five-ten, one hundred thirty-five pounds, and have 36D breasts and a permanent tan. And I love to fuck.

  After reading your last issue, we decided we should write you about one of our own experiences. One night, after a bottle of wine and some great sex, Roger was talking about fantasies. He had been married before and was quite the ladies’ man long before I met him. I wanted to know if he ever fantasized about sex with one of his previous partners. He said no, but I kept prodding him about what his fantasy would be if he had a choice. He finally told me that I wouldn’t want to know because it was pretty kinky. I immediately thought, Oh my God, he’s gay, or a cross-dresser, or he wants to watch me have sex with another woman. It turned out to be none of the above, but I felt I had a right to an answer. When we first started seeing each other, Roger would ask me about some of my ex-lovers—usually after a long, hot session of sex. Each time, he’d ask for more intimate details. He was especially fascinated with details of cock sizes, how big a load they shot, whether I ever picked someone up at a bar and took him home to fuck.

  And when I told Roger about my past, he would get a rock hard-on and fuck me like a wild man. It never failed. Many times when I told him about one particular ex-boyfriend, the one who shot the biggest load, Roger got so turned on that he’d lick his own come out of my pussy. I thought that was a little kinky, but what the hey! A good pussy licking is a good pussy licking.

  Roger finally ’fessed up to his fantasy. He wanted me to fuck someone else and tell him all about it. Better yet, he wanted me to fuck someone while he watched. Now I saw the connection between his interest in my past and his fantasy. I was a little shocked at first, since Roger is very jealous. But I went along with his fantasy for awhile, not actually fucking anyone, but making up stories. Roger travels a lot on business, and when he came home from a trip I made sure to leave a couple of condoms on the nightstand. I’d stretch the rubbers with a dildo and put a lot of K-Y jelly on them. He enjoyed my little games immensely, and I actually started getting turned on to the idea of fucking someone for real. But I was a bit concerned about how Roger would react if I went through with it. I enjoyed the game, though, and it always gave him a huge homecoming hard-on. For the next three days I’d get the fucking and the eating of my life.

  Then Jenny, my best friend in the whole world, called to tell me that her little brother was getting married and invited Roger and me down to Houston for the wedding and the partying. Roger had scheduled a national seminar for his salespeople that weekend, so I was up against a stone wall. But I figured out a way. I asked Roger if I’d ever told him about Joey. He said no. As I started my story, I unzipped Roger’s pants and pulled out his big dick. I told him that Joey was the first guy I ever tried to fuck. But I said I couldn’t, because of the size of his prick. That got Roger’s cock hard as a rock. I told him that Joey had dated me for about a month before we started to get down to business. I was on the pill for medical reasons, I said, so I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant. I had decided this was the man I wanted to take my cherry.

  Joey was about six-foot-three and strong as steel, I continued. What I had not anticipated was the size of his cock. We went to his house when his parents were away for the night. We started kissing in the living room. When Joey ran his hand up my skirt and found no underwear, he started fingering my pussy. I rubbed his cock through his jeans. I had done this many times before with guys, I told Roger, but had never taken the next step. I pulled his zipper open, unbuckled his pants and pulled them off. I had never seen a cock in the raw before, so I assumed they were all that big. I later measured it. The thing was nine and a half inches long and seven inches around. I started jacking it off with two hands, and after just a couple of minutes I was rewarded with the biggest load of come I ever imagined could exist.

  I definitely had Roger’s attention now, and I continued. So, I told him, I did Joey. He kept finger-fucking me. I told him I was ready, and he rubbed Vaseline on his dick. It had never softened, I told Roger. Then, I related as I stroked Roger’s prick, Joey slowly rubbed his horsecock on my pussy. That got me so hot I couldn’t wait to get fucked. I had been anticipating this moment for months, I said, but try as we might, Joey never could get that rod into my cunt. After about five minutes, he deposited a huge creamy load all over my pussy. This continued for about two weeks, I told Roger, who by now was a bit red in the face and breathing hard. I jacked Joey off, and he rubbed his big dick on my mound till we both came. Before I could lose my virginity, Joey moved away. We never got to fuck!

 
Then, I told Roger, I started dating Wayne, a guy I went to school with. Within a week we were into heavy petting. He would finger my clit while I jacked his meat. I had been pleased to find, I told Roger, that Wayne had a nice dick that was only six inches long—nowhere near as thick as Joey’s. Now I was certain that it was time to get fucked. I was tired of finger-fucking! One night we were down at the boat dock, playing around. After he slipped my panties down from under my skirt, I sat on his lap, grabbed his cute cock and rubbed it all over my pussy.

  When I was all hot, and lubricating like mad, I guided his prick into my virgin pussy. I slowly sank down on his cockhead. Joey must have broken me in well, I told Roger, because getting it all the way in was easy. I bobbed up and down on Wayne’s cock for a few minutes. Then I jumped off and flipped over onto my back, and Wayne started power fucking. This lasted about three or four minutes, and then he shot his wad. I didn’t come the first time, but it felt fucking unbelievable. I fucked Wayne for awhile, then fucked five or six other guys before I moved to Atlanta. None of the guys had anything close to Joey’s dick, I assured Roger, and I was sure Joey would be in Houston for the wedding, since his mother and father were the grandparents of Rick, the bridegroom.

  Sure enough, Roger changed the dates of his sales meeting. For the next six weeks our sex was unbelievable. All I had to do was hint about fucking Joey on our weekend away, and I’d get the best balling of my life. Then Roger would suck my pussy until I shouted for joy. The weekend finally arrived. We were all packed and ready to go when the call came from one of Roger’s factories: major problems. Roger had to go troubleshooting. I was desolate; I was going to miss Rick’s wedding. Then Roger told me to go without him; he would catch a flight the next day.