When I got to the condominium, I looked up at our place and saw that the lights were out. I figured Glenda had gone out for the evening. I went to our patio to see if there was any way I could set it up to spy on my wife again. As I was peeking through the back window, I suddenly heard voices and then the living room light went on. Glenda was home—along with Edward, Vince and Rosita, a gorgeous brunette whom I had met at the pool earlier. She was Hispanic, and she had flashing dark eyes and a great body.
Glenda wore a short, tight dress, fishnet hose and high heels. Her face was flushed. She laughed a lot, and moved as if she might be drunk. Rosita wore a tight blouse that showed off her flat belly and her full breasts, as well as black hot pants and ankle boots. Rosita had full, sensuous lips and a mane of black hair.
The guys broke out some more booze from my liquor cabinet, and Glenda put on some rap music (which she had formerly hated). She and Rosita danced. The guys settled on the couch with their drinks and watched my wife and her friend dance. It was a suggestive dance, and soon Rosita pulled off her top, showing off those magnificent tits of hers. They were very large and firm, the color of milky coffee, and tipped with large brown nipples. Not to be outdone, Glenda removed her dress. Soon they were both naked, except for Glenda’s garter belt, hose and high heels. Then the two girls started dancing even closer to each other. At Vince’s suggestion they began to bump and grind. Soon they were French-kissing and grabbing each other’s crotch.
The two fellows lapped this up. They whipped out their dicks and started jerking off. But not for long. Both girls dropped to their knees and lunged for the black pricks, licking and sucking them for all they were worth. I remembered then that Glenda had never been an enthusiastic cocksucker with me. She would blow me, but only if I begged her, or for my birthday or some other occasion. Anyhow, there I was, on my own back porch, jerking off as these two gorgeous women gave two strangers head in my living room.
It wasn’t long before Glenda got off her knees and straddled Vince’s erect cock. She grabbed it firmly and rubbed the cock-head along her shaved pussy lips. “Ooh . . .” she moaned and arched her back as she diddled her clit with it. Soon she had the schlong up in into her tight, slick twat. She happily rocked up and down on it. When she had most of it in, Edward moved off the couch so Vince could lie back and Glenda could bounce around all over him. He gripped her hips as she squatted on his ebony pole. Glenda began to raise herself and then drop quickly back on his massive joint.
As if that weren’t enough, Vince urged Rosita to sit on his face. She was quick to comply, and straddled his head facing Glenda. I could almost hear Vince’s tongue diving in and out of sweet Rosita’s tangy pussy as she and Glenda kissed and fondled each other’s breasts. Glenda seemed fascinated with Rosita’s large boobs. She stroked and licked them, and she hefted them, either estimating their weight or enjoying their texture.
Edward wasn’t going to be left out of the action. He approached Glenda and presented his cock for her attention. It was semi-hard and still wet with saliva and pre-come. She rubbed the big head on her cheek, still concentrating on kissing Rosita deeply. But Edward’s prick stiffened with this treatment, and soon Glenda had one black cock in her mouth and another up her pussy. Meanwhile, Rosita rubbed her big boobs on Edward’s shiny prick as it slipped in and out of Glenda’s luscious lips. Soon Edward spewed thick, gooey come. It overflowed from Glenda’s mouth onto Rosita’s tits as I shot off into the bushes.
I don’t think Vince had come yet, but Edward’s orgasm had sent both girls over the edge. They both shuddered through intense orgasms. Then they climbed off of Vince, whose prick was still hard as a rock. They ignored both studs, though, and Glenda really shocked the hell out of me when she thrust her face into Rosita’s crotch and licked her pretty pussy. Vince made use of his erection, rubbing it all over Rosita’s tits while this was going on. Unfortunately, he had his back to me. I’d love to have seen those two melons squishing around his huge black cock.
Now Edward was horny again. He knelt behind Glenda as she ate out Rosita, and gave her pussy a lick. She wiggled it provocatively, and he eased his schlong in. Soon they were hard at it, doggie-style. I jerked off as I watched, wishing I was one of those black dudes getting all that good sex from my suddenly sexy wife and her friend. That exhausted me, and I left. I spent the night in a motel. When I went home the next morning, I woke up a very sleepy Glenda. She was surprised to see me, since I wasn’t due until noon. When I asked her what she did over the weekend, she said, “Nothing much.” She said she had gone to the movies by herself. Glenda took her shower while I unpacked, and I heard her lock the bathroom behind her.
I was unpacked, still in the bedroom, when Glenda walked in a half hour later, wearing only a towel. “I want to show you how much I missed you, tiger,” she giggled, throwing the towel down with a flourish and letting me see, supposedly for the first time, her shaven pussy. “I thought it would be a nice homecoming surprise, sweetie,” she said.
I didn’t stop to discuss the matter; I was too horny. I dived for her pretty pussy and ate it out thoroughly, pent up from watching her fucking and sucking all night. She came powerfully, and I rubbed my face all over her wet, bald pussy, licking greedily at it. That was only the beginning. My proper little wife sucked my prick stiff again, then straddled it and sank down on it. I wondered how my puny prick must feel to her after so much hefty cock.
I got my answer right away. The only difference in Glenda now was a lack of inhibitions. Not only had she given me a great blowjob to turn me on, but her sweet little pussy was tighter and slicker than ever. Apparently black cock was good for her. And her enthusiasm for good old-fashioned fucking had a good effect on me as well. In recent months, I would have come in an insipid way after only a few of the powerful hunches she was taking on my prick. Now, though, I was so caught up in the passion we shared that I held out until she raised herself for one last long hard thrust, threw her head back and shouted, then climaxed for a good five trembling minutes. That, and only that, got me off. We came together for the first time in a long time.
Later, as we cuddled contentedly together, I told Glenda about watching her and Rosita and the guys.
“You saw it all?” she asked. “What did you think?”
“You’ve come a long way, baby,” I said.
I also told her how much I admired Rosita’s olive skin and big tits. Since then, we’ve done some threesomes with that lovely girl. Not to mention fivesomes with me and the entire original cast. I no longer have to stand outside and watch—but I still like to watch.
At the same time, Glenda and I have a happier, more honest life. Apart from our sessions with our friends, we like going to bed with each other. I’ll have to close now, because Glenda, across the room, is giving me that look of hers again, and licking her lips in a significant manner.—W.C., Trenton, New Jersey
DON’T YOU HAVE TO LOVE A WOMAN WHO COMES TO THE PARTY PREPARED?
Every summer, a group of buddies I’ve known forever—we grew up together—and I get a beach house down the nearby shore for a week. The shindig is different from year to year. Anywhere from six to fourteen people will come on down for a fabulous week of booze and babes, fun and sun.
Sometimes the crowd includes girlfriends, but this past year none of the guys brought their girls with them. Instead, everyone was hoping to hook up with somebody at the beach.
I didn’t invite my girl either, but I did invite someone pretty special. I first met Melissa on the Internet. She said she was nineteen years old, still lived at home and had brown hair and soft brown eyes. She E-mailed me pictures from her prom, and I was surprised to see that no prom date was in evidence. As for me, although she was cute, I didn’t find myself all that attracted to her.
Like most of the women I have met on-line, our E-mail exchanges were friendly and flirtatious. Because she is on the young side (I’m twenty-five), we would joke that I was on my way over to pick her up on my Big Wheel and that
I promised to have her home before the streetlights came on.
She replied by saying that if she were to get home late, her uncle would surely have something to say about her being a bad girl. It seems she was often a bad girl.
Although as I said, I didn’t find her picture all that attractive, I still enjoyed communicating with her because she could keep up the verbal banter with me. Soon our exchanges were going like—
“So, how’s the pussy?”
“Shaved.”
“Really?”
“No, not really.”
I was a bit disappointed by this particular exchange, but I was still intrigued by Melissa. She kept insisting we meet, but I kept putting it off because I already had a girlfriend. Finally I relented. I said something to her about our shore house, and she agreed to meet me there for the annual shindig.
I was prepared for disappointment. I knew she was coming down to fuck me, but I didn’t expect her to be all that good-looking, based on the photos she had E-mailed me. When she showed up, about two days after everyone else, I thought she was presentable, but I still wasn’t especially impressed.
Later, when we all went to the beach, Melissa wore a floral-print two-piece bikini. There was no question that she had a nice, tight little body. Still, there was something about her that just put me off. What can I say? She just wasn’t my type.
Later that night, however, the lack of feeling I originally had for Melissa turned into something very different.
It was around ten, and she said she was tired, kind of hinting that she didn’t want to go to bed alone. I remember thinking then that we were coming up on the moment of truth.
She started kissing me, and I must say that she demonstrated a great deal of skill at it. She told me how much she really liked me. She said that I was really good-looking and that I was the guy she really wanted to fuck her soaking-wet pussy.
As she described some of the preparations she had made, my interest level grew. First off, she said she had brought her own dildo. And condoms. And lotions and creams. And a feather, and, oh yes, grapes.
“Grapes?” I asked. “What are these for? A snack between sessions?”
“You’ll see” was her teasing reply.
Faster than a snake can shed its skin, Melissa had her bikini off and heaped in a (very small) pile on the floor. She was spread-eagled wide, and was twirling the fingers of one hand in her pubes. She invited me to join her in playing with her pretty pussy.
“My type” or not, her perky tits and tight ass commanded my well-trained soldier to attention. And you know, there are certain calls to action you just can’t easily resist. At any rate, I didn’t even try to resist this one. My clothes came off as fast as hers did.
She was already wet as I slid my cock inside her and began to suck her tits. As I pumped her pussy, she told me I was the fourteenth guy she had slept with. She even hinted that she had been with a couple of girls.
“A woman licks pussy better than a guy,” she said suddenly, out of the blue. I let that comment pass without comment. Still, for a girl who is supposed to have been with at least thirteen other guys, she was surprisingly tight.
“Sex with you is by far the best I’ve had,” she cooed.
“I bet you say that to all the guys.”
“No, really,” she said. “You make me feel really good. You’re pretty big too.”
As I was about to drop my goo, Melissa asked, “Would you mind fucking me in the ass?”
I was taken aback by such a bold request, but she had asked too late, for a stroke later her tight taco was filled with all the love sauce I could give her just then. Her heels were on my ass and she was clenching my cock with her pussy muscles to squeeze every last drop out of me.
But the night was not over, not by any means.
With her knees in the air and her heels to her ass, Melissa stuck two fingers in her pussy and used my jism to wet herself again. She made little circles on her clit, and put her fingers in her pussy again when they began to dry.
I had never seen anything like this. I once had a girlfriend who would masturbate for me, but it was nothing like this. As you might imagine, I got hard again really quickly.
Melissa got on all fours, doggie-style, and I fucked her with the dildo that she had brought along. Her tight little ass looked mighty good to me, but since I am pretty big (about nine inches), I started by fucking her with the dildo while I waited for the right time to inset my cock in her poop chute.
Melissa’s rear entrance was tighter than it looked, even after the dildo fucking I had given her. I was only able to put my cock halfway in her ass and got only five strokes before I shot my load again.
I lay almost exhausted, and Melissa went into the bathroom to freshen up. As she was leaving for the bathroom, she rested her come-filled pussy on my cock and said, “Don’t go anywhere. I have one more surprise for you.”
I thought, What more can there be? Then I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, Melissa was shaking me, saying, “Wake up, lover boy! Time for round three!”
I’d like to think that I’m as studly as the next guy, but really, three times in less than two hours? I honestly didn’t think that I would be “up” to it.
I was a bit groggy as Melissa announced, “It’s time for the grape game.”
“What the hell is the grape game?” I asked.
“Watch,” she said.
Again Melissa was sitting spread-eagled. But this time she proceeded to stick about three grapes, one at a time, into her pussy.
“Now,” she said, “I want you to suck the grapes out of me, as slowly as you can.”
I was wide awake now, and before I knew it my head was between Melissa’s legs and my nose was right on top of her pussy. I stuck my tongue down her cunt, and sure enough, I could feel the first grape in there.
I tried my best to remove the little sucker with just my tongue, but I just couldn’t get it. After this first failure, I took her pussy lips into my mouth and began to suck like a vacuum. I increased the pressure slowly, and eventually the first grape came out.
When it did, Melissa let out a low moan, like the sound came from the back of her throat. She came something enormous, because I actually felt her pussy quivering in my mouth. I didn’t want to stop her pleasure, so I tried to use the same technique to suck the second grape out pretty fast.
The second grape was harder to get. All the while, remember, Melissa’s pussy was quaking in my mouth. I kept adding to the stimulation by trying to reach the elusive grape with only my tongue. As I reached and reached, she squirmed and squirmed with pleasure. Her pussy was shaking so hard in my mouth that several times the shaking almost made me bite my tongue.
The third grape was even more elusive than the second. After I finally sucked it out, Melissa got on top of me, with her pussy still in my mouth, and started to fuck my face! I never knew that pussy juice could taste so sweet.
She said, “I gotta do somethin’ for you, for that great pussy-lickin’.” She seized my cock and gave me the best blowjob of my life. She deep-throated my nine inches and my balls too! She took all of my cock in her mouth eagerly and skillfully, without gagging once. She licked my cock, sucked and squeezed it with her hand, all at the same time.
When I came this time, the eruption wasn’t as intensive as it had been the previous two times. And of course by now I just didn’t have much spunk left in me to give. Now completely spent, I fell into a deep sleep, from which I woke up feeling really well rested.
Melissa and I still keep in touch via the Internet. She would like to spend more time with me, even though she knows that I already have a girlfriend. She still tells me that I was the best fuck of her life, and that anytime that’s convenient for me is okay with her.
My girlfriend Carly has a good personality, but our sex life is nowhere near as intense as what Melissa and I had. I want to be faithful to Carly, but as I hope you can now understand, my mind keeps taking me back to th
at wonderful night of sex, which climaxed (in both senses) in the mind-blowing blowjob Melissa gave me.
Carly and Melissa live about sixty miles apart from each other, so there is not much chance they will run into each other. So I could have my (pussy) cake and eat it (ha!) too. Should I? —O.S., Wilmington, Delaware
FOR A REALLY GOOD TIME, IT HELPS TO HAVE A STUDLY FRIEND WHO’S FEELING TAXED
Last night I had an experience that I thought might be good enough to share with Penthouse Letters readers.
It started very innocently, as most of these things do. I have a married friend who is built better than the average person. He called me at work and asked me if I wanted to have a drink or two with him that evening to relieve the stress of having to get his income tax in on time, since it was the fifteenth of April.
We met at the local pub, and we each had a couple of beers. Mitchell excused himself—to go to the bathroom, I thought. When he came back he told me how he hasn’t been getting laid much lately by his wife. He also told me he had just called an old girlfriend of his and she wanted to meet up with him. I finished my beer and started to leave, telling him, with a big smile on my face, to go and have a great time.
That is when the real fun started for both of us. He told me that this old girlfriend of his really got into good sex. He wanted to know if I wanted to come along. Since I hadn’t been getting much from my wife lately, I told him, “OK, I’ll try something different.”
We went to a motel on the other side of town. When we got there, his girlfriend was already waiting for us in the parking lot. She was wearing a big smile on her face and was very happy to see him. Mitchell went into the office to pay for the room while Suzanne and I got to know each other.
When we got inside the room I told them I had to take a shower. I made it a quick one. When I was finished Mitchell went in and took his shower. While he was in the bathroom I sat on the bed with Suzanne. She put her foot between my legs and started playing with my hardening cock through my underwear.
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