by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)
We all tried to make small talk for a while. Finally Singh made the kind of move I'd been praying she would, coming over to me and rubbing her tits against my neck. My dick did the thinking from that point on. I was hard in microseconds. Singh kept rubbing, and I was ready to burst even before Lucy came over and started stroking my dick with her velvety soft hands. My moans were pouring out like music from the moment that she touched me.
Singh and Lucy each took a hand and led me into the house and onto my bed. Lucy started by sucking my dick into her mouth until her lips were nuzzling my pubes. Singh straddled my face and lowered her treasure onto my waiting mouth.
Now, I am not a superhung stallion, nor do I possess a monster dick with supernatural powers to fuck and fuck forever and then start over again without any time to reload. I was therefore grateful when Lucy, sensing I was close to erupting, took a breather, came around to face her employer and began tonguing her tits. Singh exploded into an orgasm over my face that almost drowned me. After settling down a little bit she backed away so that Lucy could take a turn riding my face. The little maid sat straight up so that Singh could bury her tongue alongside mine in this hairless slit. I was tonguing from the back, and Singh licking from the front. Lucy was responding with energetic humping.
Soon I felt Singh mount my dick, and I sensed that she wasn't going to release me until I came. The wild sexiness of this adventure went straight to my cock, and although she rose and fell as slowly as she could on my pole, I wasn't going to last long. Before many exquisite strokes had passed I could feel the buildup and then the spew. I was sweating, gasping for air and crying out like a dying man.
I finally recovered long enough to make the room stop spinning, in time to watch Lucy suck my sperm out of Singh like it was going to be the last meal she would ever get. Next I felt Singh sucking my shaft back to hardness, which was a total surprise to me, as I had thought that after that much ecstasy I'd have to spend a month in a splint before I could raise another hard-on. When she saw that I was up and at 'em, Lucy pushed Singh aside, rolled over on her back, threw open her legs and pulled me on top of her. As I started moving in and out I felt a tongue on my balls. Next they were sucked into Singh's mouth, and gently rolled around by her tongue and lips. I don't know how long they kept this up, but it can't have been too long before I was again gasping for air and pounding against Lucy's cunt with every ounce of strength I could muster. The head of my dick expanded like a hot air balloon, then poured forth its contents. Riding the wave of pleasure, I drifted asleep.
Maybe an hour later I awoke to find Lucy lying next to me, also lightly napping. When I started moving around she reached over and kissed me. She whispered that while the two of them had been watching Joy and myself, they had seen us in animated conversation with another couple. When we all disappeared inside, holding hands, they realized that we were swingers. Lucy said that she wanted to be mine for as long as Joy was away, but that when my wife came back she would like to party with us as a couple. She stated that Singh couldn't always join us because her husband was very old-fashioned. She had told him that she was going to a friend's house for a few days. That was how she got out.
Joy came home two days earlier than expected and came into the bedroom to find Lucy there. Because of the openness of our relationship, instead of being upset she just stripped and joined us.—Name and address withheld
AFTER MOWING THE GRASS HE GETS A PIECE OF ASS
I've been reading Penthouse Letters for about a year now. I'd like to share the story of how I lost my virginity the summer I turned nineteen.
I was mowing my neighbors' lawn one Saturday while they were out of town. I didn't expect anyone to be around, so I decided to go for a swim in their pool when I was through. After I finished the yard I stripped off my shorts and sneakers and jumped in. I swam around for a while, then got out and lay down on my stomach to relax. I dozed off, but was startled awake by a pair of hands rubbing my back and ass. At first I thought I was dreaming. I quickly rolled over and was shocked to see a blonde-haired beauty sitting next to me. I started frantically groping around for my clothes. She told me to relax, adding that she was enjoying the view. She introduced herself as Sandra, my neighbors' niece. She said she had stopped by to check on the house while her aunt and uncle were away. I explained who I was and what I was doing. She said she'd thought about going for a swim herself, then stood up and pulled off her T-shirt, exposing two beautifully shaped tits. My cock started to harden. By the time Sandra pulled off her panties my prick was at full attention. I was about to go skinny-dipping with a knockout babe—what a pleasant turn to a dull afternoon. My only fear was that my lack of experience was going to give me away.
We got in the pool and splashed around. I leaned up against the edge and watched as she swam a few laps. Then she paddled over to me, rubbed my chest and told me that she wanted me inside her. I cupped her ass-cheeks in my hands, pulled her against me and gave her a kiss. So far, this sex thing was just as easy as I'd always hoped it'd be.
She suggested we go inside. We got out of the pool and I followed her inside to the master bedroom. She told me to lie down on the bed and let my legs hang over the edge. I did as instructed, telling myself that I couldn't go wrong as long as I did whatever she suggested. She knelt down on the floor between my legs and started kissing my balls. Then she licked her way up my eight-inch shaft. When she reached the tip she ran her tongue around it before popping it into her mouth. She let the whole shaft slide into her mouth before her head started bobbing up and down. I started to feel the come surge through my loins. I lovingly took her head in my hands as I shot my load in her mouth. She swallowed once, and a few stray drops of come trickled down her chin. She moved closer and asked me to lick it off. I'd never tasted my own come before, so I eagerly sampled it. Then I licked my way down to her tits and started kissing them. She began moaning, “Will you please fuck me?”
She didn't have to ask twice. Hoping that I wasn't missing any important steps, I got up on my knees on the bed. When she spread her legs, I guided my cock into her love-hole. It was a snug fit at first, but when she relaxed I was able to push it all the way in. Unfortunately I didn't last long. Nonetheless she started screaming, “I'm coming! I'm coming!” Then I shot my load into her pussy. Afterward we both collapsed. We stayed there for a few more hours, fucking two more times before we left. By the end of the afternoon I felt like an accomplished stud.
Now every time her aunt and uncle go out of town, we meet for a day of fucking and sucking. She revealed to me, by the way, that she didn't have much more experience than I did. I guess some things just come naturally.—E.S., Bowling Green, Kentucky
WHEN A MAGAZINE CAN DO THIS, IT'S GOOD, IT'S VERY GOOD
I had known Suzanne from work for over five years, but it was only six months ago that I learned that she and her husband Larry were regular Penthouse Letters readers. We flirted at work occasionally, but she had always been very reserved until we both shared this common interest in reading material. Then I noticed a mischievous gleam came to her eyes whenever I entered her office. She knows I love red and whenever we went out to lunch together she wore my favorite color. One day several weeks later she suggested that we might get together.
“Larry's going to be out of town next month and he insists that I enjoy myself while he's gone,” she said with a wink and a smile. I felt a warm rush across my groin and my cock swelled at the suggestion, but I wasn't sure how serious she was or where it would lead.
Suzanne is a slender five-three brunette with delicate features and sparkling blue eyes. She is in her mid-forties but looks like she's in her mid-thirties. She has a figure that any twenty-five-year-old woman would be proud to have: a tiny waist, small, perfectly formed breasts and firm buttocks. She is a very conservative dresser and usually wears business suits or a tasteful skirt and blouse combination. At the same time she can exude a sensuality so suggestive that a man knows that this is a woman he cannot ignore.
Then last Thursday she got up, locked the door to her office and embraced me. The tip of her tongue explored my mouth as we kissed and then she asked, “About that date I mentioned a few weeks back … tomorrow night? Yes?” I thought this sort of thing only happened to other people. I couldn't believe it was happening to me. There was no way to say no to this gorgeous, seductive temptress. I left her office hoping no one would notice the firm bulge in my pants.
The next night I picked her up at her house and, true to form, Suz was dressed very conservatively: a white long sleeve silk blouse and a black skirt that came to mid-calf. I noticed that it was cut with a tantalizing slit to mid-thigh, and she wore red nylons atop three-inch black heels. She looked elegant and turned more than a few heads when we entered the restaurant.
Our dinner conversation was full of sexual teasing and innuendo. We swapped our favorite Penthouse Letters stories from the last issue, and she confided to me that her husband was anxious to hear every juicy detail of her evening escapade. One of his fantasies, she told me, was to watch her make it with another man. This verbal foreplay was getting both of us horny. We went to the lounge after dinner for some slow dancing and found our bodies having a conversation of their own. Her thighs pressed firmly to my groin. She gave me gentle neck caresses while her erect nipples teased my chest; she couldn't help but feel my cock swell to its full seven inches of hardened urgency as her pelvis ground against my pelvis. I looked lustfully into her eyes and asked, “Well?”
“Yes,” she replied. Firmly grasping my cock, right there on the dance floor, she whispered, “Let's go home and take care of this. I'm so wet.”
Once we were in the car, I asked her to undo the buttons of her blouse. She glanced out the car window and blushed for an instant as another couple walked past. Then with her lower lip quivering, a hand crept between my legs and massaged my cock while the other hand deftly exposed her exquisite breasts. She was wearing an ultra-sheer red demi-bra. Her nipples strained for release.
I reached over and felt her breasts through the smooth delicate fabric for the first time. “Yes,” she said again. “God, I've thought about having you in a situation like this for so, long.”
We went back to her place. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply as soon as we were in the door. Our tongues entwined while our hands roamed over each other's body; part of me wanted to unleash the passion that had been building for weeks in an instant and sink my raging cock into the warmth of her wetness; another part wanted to savor every inch of her slowly. I wanted to bring each of those breasts into my mouth and run my tongue over the nipples. I wanted to kiss her neck and shoulders and back and make love to every inch of her.
I had undressed this seductress a hundred times with my eyes, and now my hands undid the last few buttons of her blouse and slid the silk shirt down over her shoulders. Suzanne cupped her breasts with her hands and asked me to unzip her skirt. It dropped to the floor with a soft sigh. She stepped out of the pile on the floor and stood before me in her transparent bra, stockings and heels, and red crotchless panties.
“Strip for me, slowly,” she said in a husky voice I hardly recognized, as one of her hands dropped to the moistness between her legs and she slid first one and then another of her fingers into herself. I noticed her inner thighs glistened with her juices. The scent of her lust grew stronger as I removed my garments. Jacket, tie, shirt—she was gently rocking her fingers back and forth between her labia—shoes, socks, slacks—her inner thighs looked so inviting. She licked her lips as the strong hard sign of my passion sprang free and I stepped out of my briefs. “God, I'm so fucking hot,” she moaned, frigging her prominent clit like crazy. “Your cock is beautiful!”
She thought she was hot! I felt like a volcano ready to erupt! Pre-come was oozing out of the tip of my prick in a quantity I didn't think possible. Then my mistress in red started coming right before my eyes. Her nipples were harder than cherry stones and her legs were spread wide. Her labia was red and swollen, framed by crotchless panties. I don't remember how we got on the floor or at what instant I entered her—only that I was buried to the hilt and could feel her steaming cunt spasm as she had incredible multiple orgasms with my dick slamming her every which way but loose.
Suzanne was bucking and trembling, screaming and moaning as she dug her nails into my back. Her passion swept over me like lava pouring over the side of the volcano and triggered my own flowing emissions. I must have pumped a year's supply of come into her.
Suzanne wasn't done with me yet. Several minutes later, she began nibbling my ear and kissing my neck. She surprised me by taking one of my nipples between her teeth and playfully biting it. The sensations went right to my cock, which started to stir again. Moments later we were in her bed. I freed her breasts from their delicate prison and eagerly sucked each succulent nipple in turn into my mouth. “I want you to eat me,” she groaned as she rolled me over and lowered the swollen lips of her pussy over my mouth. The smell of the crotchless panties against my face was better than any fantasy I'd ever imagined. My cock got harder than pink marble as she slid her still swollen and dripping cunt back and forth over my tongue and filled my mouth with the mixture of our combined juices.
“I'm coming,” she cried as she launched into another orgasm. “Oh, I want you inside me again. Fill me up baby, stretch me wide with that great cock of yours.”
I needed no more encouragement as I slipped the engorged head of my prick between the lips of her velvet love canal, and sunk every inch of my cock into her eager and hungry wet sheath. The way we fucked for the next half hour you'd have thought we'd been sex starved for the last ten years. Suzanne seemed to ride the crest of some incredible orgasmic wave, and I found myself on some ecstatic plateau, which extended over the sexual horizons into some faraway metaphysical plane akin to Zen or something. Sensing that I was about to come, Suz climbed off and took me in her mouth. With three or four flicks of her tongue she brought me over the edge. She must have felt my cock twitch as my orgasm began, because she deep-throated me just as I ejaculated. Then she milked the last creamy drops of come from the tip of my cock onto her lips. Licking them, she smiled and said, “Oh, babe, I love it, you taste so good.”
Moments later I realized that we were not alone. Larry, her husband, was standing naked at the door holding his cock.
“I hope you don't mind.” Suz preened, my come still fresh on her lips. The next thing I knew, Larry's love pole was slamming into her gash so hard his balls were slapping her ass. She thrust back to meet his every stroke while sucking on my still-firm cock. I could tell she was coming yet again as an orgasmic flush swept across her breasts and she cried out.
The excitement of watching his wife go at it for the last hour, and her coming all over his cock, was too much for him, because his whole body tensed as he came, shooting a huge load into Suz's insatiable love tunnel.
A short while later we all showered together. Suz admitted that she and Larry had fantasized about an evening like this for over a year but hadn't known who they could approach until they learned I was a Letters reader. Larry said he's never known anyone who loves cock as much as his wife does. We spent the rest of the weekend fucking and sucking Suz silly. Next week Larry is really going out of town. Suz plans to enjoy herself and he says he can't wait to hear the details.—K.C., Detroit, Michigan
SOMETHING TO BE SAID FOR A GOOD JAMAICAN CIGAR
I trembled in anticipation as he walked towards me. His semi-erect, heavily veined penis hung lewdly over
his magnificent bull-sized black balls. “You're really going to like this meat,” he smirked haughtily.
Carlton was a magnificent young black male of nineteen, the same age as my older son. Drops of his pre-come oozed copiously from his pee hole onto the thick folds of his foreskin. It was the first adult male penis, other than my husband's, that I had ever seen. My mouth watered and I could feel the dampness between my legs as I was about to taste my first black cock.
I am a forty-year-old auburn-haired woman. I married Marvin when I was twenty years old. I was a virgin when my husband took me on our wedding night. I am five feet three and I weigh one hundred and fifteen pounds. My 34C breasts are still firm. My long legs and shapely tight ass are my best physical attributes. Marv has gained a few pounds, and until health problems began to affect his sexual performance, I was satisfied with his five-inch circumcised cock. Although we were not a particularly hot couple, I thought I was sexually satisfied. For the last year and a half I had been becoming more and more sexually frustrated, however. I started to desire more physical sex, rougher sex, more imaginative sex. I knew Marv was incapable of satisfying these strange new sexual urges.