Letters to Penthouse XIII

by Penthouse International

  When it finally stopped, I couldn’t wait to get between Judy’s legs and taste her, taste the juices that flowed from her pussy. She showed me just how she liked it. She showed me where to put the vibrators too. One of them, a really big one, she wanted deep in her ass. She kept telling me to shove it in deeper. Her body jerked and writhed, and she fucked that vibrator like it was a man. She fucked it so wildly that I could hardly keep my hands on it. At the same time I was trying to keep my mouth on her pussy. Her juices were flowing like crazy, and she came all over my mouth. The more I tried to suck her juices from her the more she came. I couldn’t get enough of her. I stuck two fingers in her pussy and she fucked them, crying, “Give me more!” Finally she begged me to put on the strap-on and fuck her with it. I got behind her and put it in her cunt as deep as I could. She cried out and slammed herself back at me, and I fucked her until we both came again.

  We continued on into the wee hours of the morning, and neither of us got any sleep. Finally we took a shower together and got ready for the wedding.

  All through the ceremony, all I could think of was her. I kept looking at her in her bridesmaid’s outfit, and afterward I took her aside. I asked her if there was a chance we could do that again. She told me that any time I wanted her, all I had to do was call and she would be right over. The more I thought about that the hotter I got. That night as my new husband was fucking me, I was thinking about what we had done, and he couldn’t believe how hot I was. To this day he doesn’t know about me and Judy. Like I said, secrets can be the most important thing in a relationship.—Name and address withheld

  WHEN HIS SEXY WIFE RETURNS FROM A WILD NIGHT OUT, THEY HAVE A PARTY OF THEIR OWN

  I woke up to the sound of something thumping on the front door. Shaken out of a deep sleep, I turned and looked at the alarm clock. It was three fucking o’clock in the morning. I dragged myself out of bed and opened the door. Dinah, my gorgeous, slightly disheveled and completely drunk wife was standing there, holding her keys.

  “My key doesn’t work anymore,” she slurred.

  “No, honey, I think it’s you who isn’t working right now.” Putting out my hand to steady her, I helped her across the threshold. Once I got the door shut she shoved me against the wall and pushed her tongue into my mouth, licking my teeth and grinding her crotch against my naked and rapidly swelling cock.

  “Must’ve been a great party,” I managed to say when I got my mouth free. “Was there a stripper?”

  Before answering she spun me around and pushed me over the arm of the couch, both of us falling to the cushions below. “Strippers,” she said, emphasizing the plural. She continued to kiss me, humping at my upper leg as she lay on top of me.

  I wanted details, but Dinah was too horny to care. I pulled off her sun dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her thong panties were completely pulled to the side. Her pussy was obviously in a state of arousal, and I wondered if she had been fucked. She was soaking wet, her pubic hair matted down and her lips puffy and swollen. “Did you fuck the stripper?” I asked.

  “Strippers!” Again the emphasis on the plural. “And no, I didn’t fuck them.”

  “Did you want to?”

  “I want to fuck now!” was all she said, again pushing her tongue down my throat.

  I pulled her stretched-out panties off. “You sure look wide open,” I said.

  Holding up her middle and index fingers, she replied, “I have had these shoved in there all the way home.”

  I engulfed her fingers with my lips, licking her sweet moistness from them, and did she ever taste good! My finger licking was driving her crazy, and she dropped her other hand to her clit. With two fingers pressed firmly against her button, she was on the way to giving herself an orgasm. There was no way I was going to let her make herself come without my help. But there was also no way I was going to get her off before I got the details of the bachelorette party. I had always been very open with her about the activities that had taken place at the bachelor parties I had attended. Generally we are a very open couple, and will do almost anything to arouse each other. So I pressed the issue, and she finally let out the fact that there had been two strippers, both of them athletic-looking black men.

  “Did they touch you?” I asked.

  “Not exactly,” she replied.

  “How ‘not exactly’ didn’t they touch you? Did you touch them?” I insisted.

  “I danced between them, okay?” she said, still stroking her pussy. “One was rubbing his erection into my mound, and the other dick was pushing into my butt crack.”

  Wow, what a mental picture I was drawing. “Were you naked? Were they naked?”

  “I kept my dress and panties on, and they kept their little G-strings on.”

  “Did it make you wet?”

  “Hell, yes!” Dinah exclaimed. “And all I could think about was how I wished you were there to see it.”

  “Me too,” I said. “Sounds hot, go on!”

  “The tall one reached into my shirt, pulled on my left nipple, and then it was over!”

  “Over?” I inquired.

  “Yeah, because then Valerie came out completely naked, lay down on the floor, spread her legs and they were all over her.” Valerie was the bride-to-be in whose honor the party had been thrown.

  By now my erection was growing to record hardness. I decided to reward her for being so candid.

  “All right,” I said. “I’ll lick you to orgasm if you give me all the details.” I got down between her legs and jabbed my tongue to the darkest depths of her vagina. She was so juicy, it was a real treat. “Go on,” I said, my voice muffled by her crotch.

  “All right!” she squealed. “Shut up already and eat me.” So I went on licking her as she told me how the two men had gotten naked and rubbed their very large dicks all over Valerie’s body. Then they continued to dance about the room, offering their dicks to all the women. She said several of the ladies took quick sucks, some trying to deep-throat the massive tools, some just touching them lightly.

  “And what did you do?” I asked.

  “Nothing. I just sat in the back of the room, admiring the hardware. Then I watched them fuck Valerie, one in her pussy and one up her ass. They pumped her till she screamed with pleasure.” She suddenly realized how candid she was being. “Listen, you can never tell Howard!”

  Howard was the prospective groom, and a friend of mine. “Relax,” I said. “I saw him tit-fuck a prostitute at his bachelor party.”

  “Okay,” Dinah said. “Keep licking.” I did, and she went on. “Once they were done with her, I looked around the room. Half the girls were passed out, and the ones that were awake were playing with themselves. The guys had fucked themselves out and were already leaving, and I was damned if I was going to join a masturbating party, when your dick was here waiting for me at home!”

  She went on to tell me how she had gotten a ride home with her friend Jeannette. On the way, Jeannette filled her in on the details of how she had rubbed and sucked the cock of one of the black strippers. That did it. My wife had pulled her thong aside and plugged her hole with her own hand.

  “Did Jeannette know you were stroking yourself?” I asked her.

  “No, I was in the back and she was concentrating on driving.”

  That seemed to be the whole story. So I stuck my index finger into her pussy as far as I possibly could, massaging her G-spot with my fingertip while I ground my tongue against her clit, and flicked my pinkie around her asshole. That set her off. She moaned loudly and pushed my hand out of her cunt as she came, her body tossing from side to side. I had never seen that much juice drain out of her pussy.

  When she was done she smiled and rolled over on her side, ready to go to sleep. “Hold on,” I said. “What about me?” I rolled her over a little more, spreading her legs so I could get access to her flowing cunt, and inserted my massive member into her from behind. She was so loose that I lasted longer than usual, due to the decreased friction. After abou
t fifteen minutes of slow fucking I pulled out of her and shot three huge volleys of come all over her ass and upper legs. What a mess our couch was, with our combined fluids pooling beneath her beautifully naked body.

  Dinah started to breathe deeply. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she was out like a light. I couldn’t move her from the couch, so I decided to let her sleep it off right there, all sweaty and naked. I covered her up and went to bed.

  When I got up the next morning I found her hunched over on the couch, watching Saturday morning cartoons. I asked her if she’d had a good time last night. She looked at me with bloodshot eyes and replied, her voice crackling, “I think so, and judging by the mess, it looks like you did too!”

  “Do you remember anything?” I asked.

  “Other than rubbing my crotch on a couple of black cocks, beating off in Jeannette’s car, and you eating me out and fucking the shit out of me, no, nothing,” she replied. “It’s all a blur.” She cracked a perverted little smile and lay back down on the couch, where she stayed for the balance of the day.—D.M., Tupelo, Mississippi

  Fantastic Voyage

  HIS SEXY DOCTOR IS ABOUT TO GIVE HIM AN ORAL EXAM, BUT HE FAILS THE TEST

  I was in the exam room, getting ready for my monthly skin exam. I stripped, draping my extra large threads over the back of the chair. I’m a bodybuilder, thick through the chest, narrow in the waist and narcissistic in the extreme.

  A complete skin exam requires that every square inch of flesh be examined, from the scalp to the soles of the feet. Every crease and fold must be carefully inspected.

  I spend a significant amount of time on tanning beds, so I like to have my skin checked monthly. That may seem excessive, but one must be on guard against skin disease, and, as I said, I’m narcissistic in the extreme. Also, there is my dermatologist, Doctor Greta Olafson.

  Before donning the peek-a-boo hospital gown, I stood totally nude in the middle of the exam room and moved through a series of intense muscle-flexing poses. The purpose was to engorge my muscles with as much blood as possible. With my low body fat I would look like raw meat when I shed the hospital gown and stood with muscles tensed in front of Doctor Olafson’s imperious blonde beauty.

  Satisfied with the muscle pump, I stopped the contortions and wiped my brow with a paper towel. I then put on the hospital gown. Too bad there wasn’t a mirror so I could preen for a few minutes before the doctor arrived.

  Finally the good doctor entered the room without knocking. The mere sight of her cold, Nordic beauty gave me a hot rush of anticipation.

  “You know the drill,” she said severely, nodding toward the exam table.

  I negligently let the hospital gown slip from my huge shoulders and crumple around my bare feet. I paused for a minute in a semi-flexed pose. She coolly appraised my naked musculature. I flared my wide lats, holding my arms slightly akimbo. My abdominal muscles were tensed and ribbed like the proverbial washboard. She was one cool customer, though. At the very most she may have blinked once in response to my lurid anatomy display.

  Since I did indeed know the drill, I climbed onto the exam table, lay face down and waited, as I had done many times before.

  I heard her sturdy low heels punish the tile floor as she walked to the door and locked it. I smiled slyly, listening to the rustle of her clothes, envisioning her naked body as she undressed. Then I felt her hands, cool and strong on my back. At last, the reason why I come for these checkups.

  We used each other. I indulged my narcissism, and she used me like a giant dildo. In fact, during my last visit she had pointedly told me, “You’re my big dildo. Your whole body is a big muscular dildo, to be used for my fucking pleasure.” But she knew that she was my pleasure object as well.

  Now she climbed up on the table and straddled me. I felt the searing heat of her thighs as she pressed them against my hips. Then I felt her hot, wet tongue roam briefly over my shoulders and neck before she turned in her saddle, so to speak, and rode me backwards so she could examine my ass. She spread my cheeks and pushed her face between my overdeveloped gluteus maximus muscles. Her dripping pussy was now sprawled and undulating on the back of my neck. I tensed my glutes hard, pressing them against her hot face as her tongue pushed at my burning asshole. She made a guttural purring sound as she licked my crack.

  “Examine me good,” I panted as her competent hands continued to spread my cheeks so she could bury her face deeper, getting a closer look at the skin surrounding my moist asshole. I could feel my cock growing rapidly.

  Then she was up. “Off the table,” she said briskly. As I dismounted she took two stirrups from beneath the exam table and inserted them into the corners at the foot. Then, lickety-split, she was on the table with her shapely feet firmly anchored in the stirrups. Her knees were spread a yard apart, exposing the moist folds of her pink, glistening pussy to the harsh clinical exam-room light.

  “Come on,” she panted. “Use your big strong tongue to ream my pussy.”

  I noticed that her red-painted toes were curled, as if she were trying to grip something, and her arches were high and quite inviting. So I kissed and licked her feet for a few minutes before gliding my tongue up her smooth-as-silk inner thigh towards the rich pink oasis that awaited me. When I arrived I pretended I was a pig rooting for truffles. I put my long Roman snout deep into the wet folds of her fertile valley. I moved my head from side to side as I grunted and pushed my face deep into that heavenly abyss. She had the most aggressive pussy I had ever encountered; it actually sucked at my tongue. Soon Doctor Greta, the ice queen, melted rapidly and started panting, moaning and breathing hard. “Use your tongue, use your tongue, do it now. Bring me home!”

  I did as I was asked. My tongue diddled her to a somewhat muted climax, since she did not want to be heard through the thin clinic walls.

  She quickly regained her composure and, somewhat inelegantly, dismounted from the stirrups, swinging her legs over the side of the exam table and making a flat-footed landing on the cold linoleum floor.

  Again, I knew the drill. So I hopped onto the table, anxiously anticipating the touch of her strong hands as she examined my tumescent cock.

  As I lay face up on the table she placed both hands on my hard pectoral muscles and began rubbing my chest like a baker kneading dough. She then bent over and started sucking and nibbling my nipples. Her breath was hot and steamy. While still working the pecs, she reached down and grabbed my shank with her strong, medically trained hand and started a slow rhythmic pump. Her tongue then left my nipples and started slathering saliva over my ribbed abdominal muscles as she moved toward my groin. I hoped that she was at least giving my skin a cursory exam now and then, since that was one of the purposes of my visit.

  Her head soon hovered over my cock, which she now held upright. Her wet mouth was agape and about to devour my schlong, when suddenly she hesitated. Her eyes blinked rapidly, and then she howled and jumped back from the table. Wild-eyed and crazy with lust she grabbed hold of my engorged member and sucked it down her hot throat in one mighty gulp. She was like a sex-starved hussy and I was reaping the benefits.

  When she swallowed all that I had to offer … and it was quite a bit, I asked her why she reacted the way she did. She stared sheepishly and responded that sucking my cock reminded her of the times she spent in Africa where she was treated like royalty because of her mysterious features. She was treated to endless fuck-sessions with the kings of tribes and one in particular sent her into a sexual frenzy where her cries of passion fueled his mighty thrusts.

  Far be it from me to question a woman’s motives, especially when my dick is in her mouth.—B.L., Muncie, Indiana

  THE SEXY NEIGHBOR LADY LOVES TO HUMP HIM WHEN HE DRESSES UP LIKE A WOMAN

  For as long as I can remember I have always loved wearing women’s clothes, especially sexy lingerie and revealing shorts. I have quite a collection, everything from bras and panties to satin blouses, a leather skirt and an assortment of sexy briefs. Wheneve
r I am home alone I will pick out a sexy outfit and dress like a slut. My favorite outfit is a white satin blouse with matching white satin panties and bra, a long black leather skirt, a black garterbelt with silk stockings and a pair of four-inch stiletto heels. Often I will dress up and watch my landlord’s wife while she is in the backyard sunbathing or doing some yard work. The chance that she might see me in my sexy clothes causes me to masturbate uncontrollably. I believe that it is the idea of being caught by someone I know that causes such a sexual rush.

  I had an interesting experience a year ago, when I was eighteen. For some time I had been eye-fucking my female neighbors, and particularly a friend of my mother’s named Annabel. I had been fantasizing about her since I was old enough to shoot a load of come and imagine that I was unloading it on her beautiful tanned tits. Annabel was gorgeous; she had great legs, a nice ass, perky tits and a deep sexy tan. She was everything a young man would dream of fucking. She was also a nurse, and I often dreamed about bending her over and sliding my meat thermometer up her ass.

  Since she only lived around the corner, I saw her on many occasions, mainly during the summer when she would come to my place to catch a few rays with my mom. I would peek out of the window at her while stroking my stiff cock with a pair of my panties. I was constantly looking at her body, and I believe she knew it. She seemed to show herself off and act especially sexy when I was around. On one occasion I walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see her standing at the kitchen sink. I had enough time to size up her ass and legs before she turned around. When she saw me she asked if there was something on her back. When I said no, she asked me to take a closer look. She was wearing a bathing suit which was cut very low in the back and had a zipper in front. I told her that there was nothing that I could see, and she asked me to rub my hand over her back to make sure. When my hand touched her back my cock sprang to attention. Her flesh was so smooth and soft, I just wanted to reach around and grab her tits. When she turned around she noticed the bulge in my jeans and smiled, then went back outside to join my mother. I ran to my bedroom and almost shot a hole in the wall with my come. That was just one of the times that she seemed to tease me, almost as though she wanted me to grab her and fuck the ass off her.