Letters to Penthouse XIV

by Letters to Penthouse XIV- It's an Open House (epub)

  Her body was already in convulsions when Sherm slid the vibrator between her pussy lips. With a back-and-forth, in-and-out motion, he soon had it three-quarters of the way in her box, stretching her cunt wall. She thrust her hips up to receive the probe, loosening up hitherto-unreached areas of her pussy. Sherm worked the vibrator deeper, all the way in to the nub. On the final thrust of the dildo, Gil again waved his cock at Luisa from above. He spread oil on her tits, then greased her body generously all over till she shimmered in the light.

  Sherm pulled out the vibrator slowly. Luisa, still whimpering, now worked his bulbous head in her gaping hole.

  “Ooh, it feels bigger,” she squealed.

  “I’ve always wanted to fuck your wife, Art,” said Sherm, working into a faster rhythm. “Look how she likes my cock.”

  To her he said, “Baby, you like my cock, huh? Say it!”

  “I like it,” she squealed. “Fuck me! Oh yeah, hard, like that! Come on my tits.”

  Sherm’s huge cock was buried to the hilt, and my wife was lost in lust, her pussy lips straining to take it all in. They held her leg up and rolled her on her side, and Gil got in behind her greased body, making a sandwich.

  “Hey, what are you—” Luisa started to say, but never got a chance to finish. Gil’s well-lubed cock worked in her virgin ass, and both men pumped in and out of her orifices. To this point she’d been a virgin to all but me. Now she’d lost her cherry to the world both ways. All three of them grunted and groaned, on the verge of a major orgasm. Sherm and Gil prepared to pull out.

  Luisa yelled, “Come in me, come in me! Don’t stop, it’s so good!”

  They all rocked until they came, all three tired, Luisa exhausted. The guys kissed her again and again in appreciation of what she’d shared with them, thanked me, got dressed and left.

  The sight of Luisa lying spread-eagle on the bed, her cunt dotted with come, was too much! I crawled between her legs and ate her pussy till she mewled. I followed that up by fucking her till I loaded her cunt up again. Afterward, we lay in each other’s arms for quite some time, basking in the afterglow, then showered together and went to bed exhausted, happy and in love.

  The next morning I took the day off from work, and we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together. In the course of conversation, the subject of sexual fantasies came up. I asked how Maria would know about her orgy fantasies.

  She laughed. “Orgy fantasies?” she said. “That’s her fantasy. She’s been teasing me like that for years. I would never tell her something like that.”

  It had been a gimmick set up by the guys to finally get in her hot box! But neither of us was complaining. In fact, we were planning an encore performance. I got to see my wife do things I never would’ve thought she’d do. Now we set up and acted out our fantasies together, opening up our marriage to more erotic excitement than ever, secure in our mutual love.

  How many marriages are secure enough for a man to ask his wife to fuck another guy, or for a woman to ask her husband if she could? Just wondering.—A.N., Cleveland, Ohio

  HIS WIFE’S OLD FRIEND KNEW SECRETS THAT DROVE HER WILD WITH PLEASURE

  I met my future wife while stationed overseas in the service. Years later, when I got out of the Army, I chose to stay here in Denmark and marry Tina, a gorgeous green-eyed blonde, five feet, a hundred and five pounds.

  Not long ago we were at a disco club when we ran into an old friend of Tina’s named Rikke, a tall blonde with green eyes and a sexy body. They hadn’t seen each other in ten years, so they had a lot to catch up on. Rikke loves sex and likes to talk about it. At one point she began talking about the time she picked up two guys, and went from detail to detail. Eventually I excused myself and went to the bar to get a drink.

  When I returned to our table, Rikke was alone. Tina had gone to the ladies’ room. Rikke asked if she could ask a personal question. I said sure. She asked if Tina was still so crazy about threesomes, because she would really like to have sex with us. Before I could answer, she had an idea. We could go to her place, and later her boyfriend would be coming by. Carl happens to be black. Rikke said Tina always had a fantasy of fucking a black guy.

  All this talk about fucking was making me horny. Tina and I had never discussed this fantasy of hers. We have had threesomes before, but it was always two girls and one guy, me. Still, the thought of seeing my wife get fucked by a black dick and at the same time me fucking Rikke—well, that was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.

  Rikke told me not to say anything to Tina. She got out a cellular phone from her purse and called Carl. As she told him about her plan, I got the idea. He was supposed to walk in while the three of us were engaged in hot sex.

  The three of us arrived in Rikke’s apartment and had drinks to loosen up. Minutes later we were on the bed seriously exploring each other’s bodies. The women had gotten themselves in the 69 position when Carl walked in. At first Tina didn’t notice him. Rikke sure did, though. She went straight for his dick, which was extremely large. Tina watched her sucking him off while I fingered her. Rikke asked Tina if she wanted some. Tina didn’t answer.

  Carl kissed my wife and laid her gently on her back. She closed her eyes while he positioned himself between her legs. Seeing this, I slid over toward Rikke and sucked on her pussy. I glanced over at my wife and saw Carl fucking her with his giant dick. By now my own was hard, and soon I began to fuck Rikke.

  The four of us continued fucking the whole night, until we fell asleep from exhaustion. When I woke up, it was still dark. My three bedmates were not only awake, but at it again! Carl was fucking Tina hard and fast. She moaned and twisted and gave a squeal as she exploded in orgasm.

  Tina and I are looking forward to other adventures. You can bet we plan to share them with Penthouse Letters readers.—L.J., Copenhagen, Denmark

  AT A NUDIST RESORT, GETTING NAKED IS JUST THE START OF THE FUN TIMES

  It was a humid day, a great day to be at a nudist resort. We found lounge chairs facing the sun, the pool and the poolside bar. It’s fun to sit around the pool at a nudist resort, because that’s where all the nudists are.

  We were on our second round of drinks when we saw a couple scanning the pool area from their balcony above the poolside bar. They had evidently just arrived, for they were still clothed. The man was taking off his shirt, and as he did, he saw my wife, Beverly. She saw him too but nonchalantly went on reading her book as she slowly spread her legs, giving him a view of her trimmed pussy. I wasn’t paying that much attention to them, because I had a great view of his wife removing her dress in the full-length window. All she had on now was a lace G-string and half-cup bra that held her very full breasts up and out, fully exposing her hardened nipples.

  She slid her G-string slowly down her legs, displaying her nearly completely shaved treasure box. Then she joined her husband on the balcony, wearing only her bra. I noticed that Beverly had put her book down and was coating her legs with suntan oil. As her hands spread oil over her spread thighs, she continued to offer an intimate view. The man’s focus never left her. He reached down, unfastened his pants and removed them, exposing a large cock more than halfway to being hard. He pointed us out to his wife, who looked at us and smiled, then gave her husband a long, sensual kiss. He patted her ass as they went in their room, his nearly hard cock swaying as they walked.

  Beverly looked at me and said, “That was a lot of fun. What a sexy couple!” And we both thought that was that. But a few minutes later a couple of drinks arrived, with a note inviting us up to the couple’s room. With very little discussion, we decided to accept. I should tell you, if you haven’t figured it out, that Beverly and I are exhibitionists and love to be naked. The thought of being in close quarters with such an attractive couple, our bodies totally bared to each other, had us shivering with excitement.

  The man greeted us naked at the door and introduced himself as Drew. He was the warm and friendly type, shaking my hand and kissing Beverly’s. He seated us at a small gla
ss table just big enough to hold our drinks. As he introduced us to his wife Anna, he stood next to the seated Beverly with his cock only inches from her face. Anna sat across from me, still wearing that sexy bra. As we chatted, she stared openly at my cock. Drew, still next to Beverly, rested his hand on her shoulder.

  At one point Anna told a funny joke, and as we all laughed I noticed Beverly’s hand on Drew’s leg. She leaned forward as she laughed, and his cock brushed her cheek. It filled out to impressive proportions. Anna put her hand on my thigh and invited me to join her in the kitchen to make more drinks. I looked back as we left the room. Beverly was smiling broadly as she listened to Drew and watched his hard-on bobbing an inch from her lips.

  As much as I wanted to watch this rapidly developing situation, I was distracted by Anna’s teasing. She led me in the small kitchen, talking away, with her arm around my back, her hand resting on my hip just above my buns. As she talked, she moved closer, pressing her breasts against me. Her hand slipped down to caress my ass crack. I had no idea what she was talking about, but when she licked her lips, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pulled her to me and kissed that soft, sensual mouth. Wow! I was hard in a split second. When we broke apart, Anna gave me a sexy smile and started making drinks. I moved in behind her and stroked her tits and pulled on her nipples while my cock slipped between her legs.

  As I expected, when we returned with the drinks, Beverly was giving Drew head, which she loves to do. She stopped reluctantly as we came in but continued stroking his cock as she sipped her drink. Drew and I remained standing, with our cocks looking as if they might burst any second. The women kept their eyes on our love-muscles while teasingly displaying their tempting assets.

  Every so often as we talked and drank, one or another of the ladies gave Drew or me a stroke or two, a quick lick or a lingering suck, keeping us on edge for what seemed like forever. Anna started talking about the differences between our cocks—in width, length and taste. I saw my opportunity and wondered about the differences in their pussies. In no time at all, Drew and I were tasting, licking and sucking on their treasures, as Beverly and Anna sat side-by-side on the sofa, legs spread wide, moaning uncontrollably.

  I couldn’t wait. I moved forward and slid the head of my dick up and down over Beverly’s moist love-lips. Drew and Anna leaned over for a closer look. Drew took hold of my cock and pushed it in Beverly. As I pumped her, he sucked on her nipples and played with her clit. Anna moved around behind me, licking my balls and the underside of my cock as I slid in and out of Beverly. Drew stood up and placed his cock in front of my wife’s face. She didn’t need to be asked twice, or even once. She was slurping and sucking in no time.

  As Beverly went down on Drew, Anna moved around to my side so I could lick her pussy while continuing to drill Beverly for all I was worth. Before long we all erupted in orgasmic bliss. Anna trembled as I licked her, watching Drew pump his load in Beverly’s mouth. With a howl, I came inside my wife. After we had all calmed down, we made arrangements for later, and Beverly and I headed back to our room. We were so worked up, we made love once more as we relived the evening. When we kissed good night, Beverly still tasted Anna’s pussy nectar on my mustache and I tasted Drew’s come in my wife’s mouth.

  I love making new friends!—K.G., Phoenix, Arizona

  Serendipity

  WHAT’S MORE FUN THAN POKER? YOUR POKER PAL’S WIFE NAKED IN A HOT TUB

  This all happened to me some time ago, on a Saturday afternoon when I went over to my friend Kenneth’s house for our monthly poker game. I thought your readers would enjoy hearing about the “fix” I got myself into.

  There were six guys playing, and of course Kenneth’s wife Annabel was there. My wife and I had known Kenneth and Annabel for many years, and they were good friends. After playing for a couple of hours, I was losing my ass and decided I needed a break. I folded my hand and got up to get some beer for everybody. I went in the recreation room, where there was a bar and also a hot tub. Annabel was there, and she helped me hand out the beer.

  Annabel and I watched the game for a while, then went back to the recreation room to watch some TV. I asked her if it would be all right if I got in the hot tub to relax for a while. She said she would join me. I didn’t take this as any big deal, because we were old familiar friends and I figured a little nakedness wouldn’t bother anybody. I stripped down quickly while she went in the bathroom. She came out with just a towel around her. I grabbed a couple of fresh beers and handed her one of them. She took hold of my hand and dropped the towel as we stepped in the tub.

  As we talked, I couldn’t help looking at Annabel’s tits. They were just under the water, but the jets were on and I couldn’t really see them. She saw me looking and asked if I thought they were too big. I said I couldn’t see them with all the bubbles. So she sat up straight, bringing into view a pair of the biggest tits I’d ever seen. The only bigger ones I’d seen were in magazine photos.

  Trying not to stare, I asked how big they were, and Annabel said 42DD. They didn’t sag much, but maybe that was because of the water and the bubbles. Most big tits don’t have nipples to match, but these were an exception, big and long and hard. I fell in love with them. I’m not a big tit lover, but those nipples gave me a hard-on. I still dream about what they looked like.

  Annabel told me that her nipples were really sensitive. She said she liked her husband to spend a lot of time playing with them and sucking on them. I said I thought they looked great on her. She smiled and reached over to give me a hug. She said she really liked me. Then she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, spreading her arms along the rim of the tub. Her nipples were just above the water. I couldn’t help myself. I reached over and twirled one lightly between my finger and thumb. She opened her eyes then and looked at me, but she didn’t move. She just said if I didn’t stop, I’d make her come. But I couldn’t stop!

  I lifted one of her huge tits and sucked on the nipple. With my other hand I played with her other nipple. They seemed to grow even longer and harder. I loved them. As I sucked and nibbled, she grabbed my hand and put it on her pussy. She said she wanted me to make her come quickly.

  I whispered, “No problem,” and found her hard clit. It was like a small dick. I rolled it between my thumb and finger, and in almost no time she climaxed. I stopped sucking on her nipple and looked up at her.

  “God, that was great!” she said. “I loved it.”

  I played with her clit some more, and she was on her way again. She was moaning and squirming, and it didn’t take long for her to come a second time.

  I grabbed my beer and took a long swig. I was still holding the bottle when I felt her hand moving down my stomach. She reached my dick, which was hard and ready to burst. When she touched it, it jumped. Then she started to rub it. She found my nuts and spent some time stroking them. I told her she should stop before I came in the tub. Instead she grabbed my cock and started to jack me off. She stroked and rubbed me like an expert, varying her touch and tempo. Finally I just leaned back, closed my eyes and enjoyed it.

  After a while Annabel told me to stand up. She said she wanted to suck all the come out of me. I stood up in the water and she deep-throated me instantly. It wasn’t long before I came right down her throat. That was one fast blowjob! After she milked me dry, I told her that I had dreamed of her sucking me off. I also told her that I was in love with her tits, and she smiled and said she would flash them at me every chance she got. She said she would turn herself on for her husband by thinking about my cock down her throat.

  That was the last time we were together, but I’ll always remember that hot tub. And who knows what might happen in the future?—F.V., Stratford, Connecticut

  IT WAS THE FIRST TIME FOR THEM BOTH, BUT THESE YOUNG LOVERS LEARNED FAST

  Angela and I were eighteen and had been dating for two years before we had sex. She was, as the old song goes, “five feet two, eyes of blue.” She was very affectionate, but she would get upset if I tr
ied to put my hands on her breasts or any other private place.

  Like most males, I was intensely curious about the female body. The only naked women I had seen were in the pages of magazines. I would often try to imagine what a naked woman would look like in real life. When I saw a woman, I would try to envision her pubic hair and the crack between her legs. But I didn’t think I would ever see Angela’s pubic hair or her incredible rear end or any other secret female parts of her until we were married.

  One Saturday night I took her home after a date during which we’d done some heavy necking. We were kissing good night at her front door when she whispered to me that she was having her period. That startled me, because she had never shared that kind of information with me before.

  She went on to say, “I started on the pill after my last period, so when this one’s over I’ll be safe and we can do it.”

  I drew her to me and kissed her passionately, sliding my hand down over those sweet little buttocks, which she had never let me touch before. I took great pleasure in just running my hand across those marvelous round cheeks. Angela gave a wicked little giggle and moved her hips back and forth slightly, to show me that she was enjoying it also. Then she said good night, spun around and went in the house, leaving me standing there stunned.

  As you can imagine, I had a hard time going to sleep that night. All I could think about was my sweet, amazing Angela. She and I were actually going to do it! My hands were really going to be on her breasts, and on that superb butt. Not only that, but I would actually be fingering her pussy! This was almost more than I could imagine. With my hand on my erection, I reached for a tissue. I knew I was going to be squirting into it in a minute. As I tried to imagine sliding my hard-on in Angela’s sweet young body, it wasn’t long before I soaked the tissue with my semen.

  When I saw Angela at school on Monday she gave me a knowing smile. We sat together during lunch, and she told me that her period was over. She said I should come to her house after school; her mother wouldn’t be home until six, and her father was out of town till Thursday.