by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)
“Right after you make me come,” Sara said, lying on her back and spreading her legs. Her dark pussy glistened wetly. I rolled onto her and shoved my aching prick deep inside her. She kept up a lively patter as I fucked her. “Yeah, baby, yeah. Do it. You're gonna make me come.” She wrapped her legs around my ass. “I love it! I love it! Make me come, baby!”
Terry crept behind me and began pushing me deeper into Sara's pussy with every stroke. “Yes! Yes! I'm coming! I'm coming!” Sara screamed.
Next it was Terry's turn. Before Sara had even stopped twitching, Terry pulled me back, spun me around and positioned me on top of her. I shoved my cock into her with a deep, hard stroke. Terry moaned with pleasure and tugged her swollen pink nipples.
“Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!” Terry grunted as I pounded into her. I brought my mouth to hers and she kissed me hungrily as I continued to fuck her hard. “Oh, oh oh!” she panted. “I'm gonna come! Oh, make me come! I love your cock! I love it!”
Her body began to spasm wildly as she reached orgasm. I gave her one last hard thrust and shot my load deep inside her. Then I collapsed on her chest. I lay there for a little while before Terry pushed me off.
“Okay, pledge master. This is our little secret, right?” Sara asked.
“Yeah. You know the rules. No fraternizing with pledges,” Terry said with a smile.
“Well, you won't be pledges much longer,” I said. “And after that, who knows?” I was hopeful, anyway.—J.S., Boston, Massachusetts
WHEN IT COMES TO MASSEURS HE LEARNS HE PREFERS A MONSIEUR
My wife of five years recently surprised me with a holiday weekend trip for my birthday. It's been a while since we've been able to get away together, so I was immensely pleased at the prospect of four days with Christine.
After checking into a very pleasant hotel, we spent the afternoon shopping and taking in some of the local sights. Later that evening we went out for dinner and an adult movie. Watching the movie triggered a session of fondling and petting in the cab back to our hotel.
As soon as we were in the hotel elevator, Christine unzipped my slacks, pulled out my fully erect cock, dropped to her knees and took my penis deep into her mouth. At that point I don't think I would have cared if the elevator had stopped for another passenger. Fortunately it didn't. When the elevator reached our floor, she reluctantly tucked my dick back into my pants and stood up for the long walk to our room.
We fucked twice that night (which is unusual for us) and once when we woke up the next morning. Our bold exhibition of the previous night was out of character for either of us, but it had definitely inspired some great sex.
As I showered and shaved, I heard Christine making phone calls. She came into the bathroom to let me know that she had made an appointment for herself to get a manicure, a pedicure and a facial. She said that she would be back in time for us to grab a late lunch. I must have looked a little disappointed at the prospect of being left alone, because she then told me she had also made arrangements for a massage for me, and that the masseur would be at our hotel room in about a half hour. I tried to tell her that I would be just as happy watching a ball game on television, but she insisted that this was my birthday weekend and that I deserved to be pampered.
After she left I slipped on a pair of shorts, not knowing quite how to dress for my first-ever professional massage. When I heard a knock on the door, I answered it. The masseur introduced himself as Donald. He told me that Christine had told him I was stressed out and sorely in need of relief. We both laughed, and I soon found that Donald was a pleasant conversationalist with a disarming manner that was undoubtedly an asset in his business. He was dressed in white tennis shorts and a matching knit shirt, and he looked to be in his late twenties or very early thirties.
Donald explained that he would be using a combination of Swedish and Oriental techniques that included the use of a lightly scented oil which would have a warm, relaxing effect on the skin. Not knowing what to expect, I walked ahead of him into the bedroom and lay facedown on the bed. He then suggested that I lie on the padded sheet he had brought and that I remove my shorts in order to prevent them from getting stained by the massage oil.
I followed his advice even though I felt a little self-conscious about being completely nude in front of a man I hardly knew.
He laid out his various containers on the nightstand and then began kneading and manipulating the muscles of my neck and shoulders. As he worked down my spine his touch varied from extremely relaxing to almost painful, and I soon found myself thinking that this was something I could easily grow accustomed to.
Donald continued working his way down my ribs and lower back. Then he switched over to my feet and began working his way back up. I spread my legs slightly as he worked the muscles of my legs and knees. Suddenly, and to my great surprise, I felt my cock begin to stiffen as he worked the backs of my thighs just below the cheeks of my ass. I tried to think of other matters in order to avoid the embarrassment of sporting an erection when I rolled over.
When it was time to roll over, in spite of my efforts I was obviously semierect. I had no idea how Donald would react. Would he be offended? Would he make fun of me? But Donald didn't say a word about it. He just asked me if I was enjoying myself and resumed manipulating my feet and leg muscles. Try as I might, I could not deny the effect his hands were having on my near fully erect penis. I was almost disappointed when his fingers stopped within inches of my swollen balls. My breathing was heavy as he traced oil across my chest and began working downward from my neck.
Embarrassed, I thought this was his way of allowing me to regain my composure until I felt him caressing my nipples between his oily fingers. I looked up and our eyes locked. Turning, he took my throbbing erection firmly in his hand and asked, “Would you like me to take care of this?”
I was surprised by the huskiness of my voice as I responded, “Yes, please.”
I expected him to use his oil-slicked hands to relieve my discomfort. Instead he took my cock deep into his mouth. I moaned as my surprise was overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure I felt as his tongue swirled over the head of my cock. He sucked my shaft deeply into his mouth, burying his nose in my pubic hair while gently fondling my balls. It was incredible! I found myself comparing this to blow jobs from my wife. Christine is a fantastic cocksucker, but at this point, feeling the warmth of his mouth and tongue on my engorged member, I could not say that her technique was any better. He knew just what to do without asking.
I felt his finger tenderly probe my anus. I spread my legs to allow unencumbered access and he gently slid it into my asshole. I was quickly approaching what I knew would be an outrageous orgasm. With my last remnants of self-control, I told him that I was about to come. His sucking intensified and I pumped what must have been my biggest load ever into his mouth. He swallowed every drop, pulling his finger from my anus only as my orgasm began to subside. Withdrawing my still-stiff organ from his mouth, he licked the last few drops from the head.
Only then did I see Christine sitting in the corner. Her face was redder than I had ever seen it. I was speechless with shock. I realized there was no excuse that could explain what she had just witnessed. A moment of silence passed before Christine said, “Okay, Roger, now it's your turn to suck cock!”
Donald unzipped his tennis shorts and let them fall, exposing a thick, smooth member much larger than my own. I sat up, still not fully comprehending what was transpiring as Donald stroked his shaft and brought it close to my face. I looked over at Christine to find her completely undressed except for her bra and panties.
As Donald's bulbous head temptingly slid across my lips, I began to realize that this whole scenario had been planned and orchestrated by my loving wife. Reaching up to grasp the huge dick being fed to me, I now saw that the flush on Christine's face was unmistakably sexual excitement. This made me feel better as I turned my attentions to the fleshy firmness of Donald's prick. I laid him down and positioned myself between his leg
s. The musky sweetness of his groin was incredible, much different from a pussy but exciting nonetheless. I stroked his shaft with my hand and sucked as much of it as possible into my bulging mouth.
Feeling a clumsy poke at my anus, I turned to see that Christine had strapped on a rubber dick and was attempting to fuck my ass. Momentarily suspending my oral manipulations of Donald's cock, I spread my legs in order to assist Christine's penetration of my anus. Expecting some discomfort, I was pleasantly surprised as the long dildo slid slowly in and out of my rectum. I then resumed my attentions to Donald's prick, concentrating on doing to him what I like being done to me. My inexperience was soon overcome by my enthusiasm, and Donald began to moan appreciatively as I sloppily sucked his big dick.
He soon reached orgasm, and the feel of Christine's rubber cock sliding in and out of my asshole had my cock stiff and swaying as I felt his jism spurt deep into my mouth. Hesitating only momentarily, I began swallowing as he pumped spurt after spurt of thick hot come down my throat. As his orgasm began to subside I came again, shamelessly spraying the padded sheet as Christine buried her dick deep in my ass.
I let Donald's cockhead slip from my mouth and turned to share the remnants of his come with Christine as I kissed her deeply. Donald and I then turned our attentions to pleasing Christine, who was a more than willing recipient of our combined efforts.—R.W., Helena, Montana
SHE MAKES NEW EMPLOYEE FEEL AT HOME BY FEELING HIM AT WORK
I had been laid off after twenty years with the same company and I was nervous about starting over. I had sold everything I owned and had a new job in a new town. On Monday I showed up at the plant for the night shift. My supervisor, a guy named Harvey, showed me the ropes and got me started. I'd been hired as the plant repairman, but that day nothing broke down so I had no work to do. Instead Harvey and I talked for several hours, comparing notes on everything from cars to computers to sex.
At about four in the morning I began to nod off. Harvey shook me awake and said, “Come on, kid, let's take a walk and maybe I can find something that will keep you awake.” As we strolled around the place, Harvey showed me the various machines and described the problems I should expect from each one. There were a lot of women working the lines, and because of the warm weather there was a lot more to look at than machinery.
Finally at the shipping dock we ran into Martha. One look was enough to make me drool. Martha was almost six feet tall and she had huge boobs that stretched the fabric of her thin sleeveless shirt to the limit. Her nipples were clearly visible. As she bent over to pick up a heavy box, I noticed wisps of cunt hair protruding from her short shorts. Suddenly I was wide awake.
Harvey introduced us and asked Martha if she had time to welcome a new worker. Her eyes practically sizzled as she inspected me. Finally she licked her lips and said, “I think I just might have enough, time to welcome you both.” Without another word she came over to me and kissed me full on the lips, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and tickled my nipples.
When the kiss broke I noticed Harvey had opened the door to the stockroom and was removing his clothing. I followed Martha into the stockroom. She bolted the door and led us to the back, where we found several pallets of fluffy shipping material. I slid up behind Martha and cupped her heavy breasts. Sliding my hands under her shirt, I pulled it over her head and unclasped her bra, freeing her quivering hooters. Eagerly I placed my lips around a large nipple and felt it grow and harden in my mouth as I slowly circled my tongue around it. I felt her move slightly and saw Harvey slide her shorts and panties down her legs. Soon he was stroking her pussy and kissing her ass-cheeks.
After a few minutes Martha lay down and spread her legs. I skinned off the rest of my clothing and dove in. Harvey began feasting on her oversize boobs as I worked my tongue through her matted cunt hair. I took my time and kept her guessing as to where my tongue would land next. She squirmed beneath me and made soft purring noises. When I finally reached the inside of her sweet pussy lips, she lifted her ass and ground her steamy cunt into my face. I circled her outer lips with my tongue to lubricate her twat for the fucking to come.
Soon I had my tongue deep in her fuck-hole, darting in and out as my upper lip brushed her clit. I worked my tongue up toward her mound. Then I licked a finger and inserted it into her vagina so it wouldn't miss my tongue. As soon as my tongue touched her clitoris she cried out and bucked wildly. I nibbled her sweet flesh, and in seconds she came. I didn't stop probing her pussy, though.
Instead I drove my finger deeper into her twat and sucked her clit deep into my mouth.
Up above I could hear Harvey's lips smacking Martha's breasts, and in no time she was moaning loudly. I ran my slippery tongue up and down her hot gash, periodically flicking her clitoris. Her moans grew louder and she came again, raising her ass off the soft padding and screaming: “Fuck me!”
Wasting no time, I buried my cock in her wet cunt and drove it in and out of her. Harvey straddled her, pressed her massive tits together and tit-fucked her as I rammed my rod into her cunt. Though she was so wet I barely felt her around my pecker, each time I drove deeper into her cunt I felt an incredible warmth around my rigid tool. In all too short a time I felt an ache in my balls and I shot my load deep into Martha's snatch.
I had barely pulled out when Harvey climbed off Martha and positioned her on all fours. Soon he was fucking her from behind. I could see drops of Martha's sweet cunt juice and my own come dripping from her twat. Martha motioned me over and had me lie down where she could get at my spent stick. She blew new life into my tool as Harvey banged away. In an amazingly short time I was hard again and her blazing red lips were riding up and down my pole. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. I could hear Harvey grunt each time he slammed into Martha. Moments later I filled Martha's mouth with a load of cream, but Harvey was still going strong. I watched in amazement as he drove his dong in and out of Martha's sopping cunt. She was totally absorbed in being fucked. Harvey thrust harder until spasms racked his body and he filled Martha with come.
We sat there a few minutes recovering and then slowly got dressed. Oddly enough, Martha put on my underwear and handed me hers. She told me that I had to wear her panties for the rest of the night and that I could return them the next day. I think this may be the job I've been looking for all my life.—P.L., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
THEIR PERSONAL TRAINER GETS MORE PERSONAL THAN THEY EXPECTED
My wife and I are both from small towns in the Midwest. We me in college and went on to law school in New York together. Now we both practice law there for different firms. We were both raised with very old-fashioned values: We'd had almost no sexual experience when we met and we held off having sex until we married.
Elizabeth is oh the petite side. She has beautiful blue eyes that nicely contrast her dark brown hair. I am not much taller than she is. I am also slender and somewhat under-endowed.
After eleven years of practicing law, Elizabeth and I were both getting out of shape because our long hours at work prevented us from taking advantage of our health club membership. Then one day someone at the club suggested that we install some equipment at home and hire a personal trainer. We both liked the idea, and soon we had converted a spare bedroom into a gym and put out the word at the club that we were looking for a trainer.
We have no idea who referred him to us, but nearly two years ago the person who was to become such a major part of our lives appeared at our door. His name was Andre. He has a last name neither of us can pronounce, but it sounds Polish. He is fit, with a flashing smile and rugged good looks. The most striking thing about him is his commanding presence—he seems to take charge as soon as he enters a room.
The first night Andre had us perform sit-ups and other physical tests while he took notes. Then we arranged for him to come over three nights a week. Though things started out normally enough, soon we noticed that as he guided us through our exercises he touched us in all sorts of place
s. The strangest thing about this was that he seemed completely unaware of the fact that the places he touched us were in any way intimate. In fact, when he would help Elizabeth do her last few push-ups, his hands were usually on her breasts. She blushed at first but didn't object, because he seemed so oblivious to what he was doing.
Within a couple of months we were getting back into shape. We knew we were going to stick with it, so we decided to enlarge the room into a real gym, installing a sauna, a Jacuzzi and a high-tech shower big enough for both Elizabeth and me. The first time Andre saw the new setup he seemed impressed. He especially liked the shower and asked us if he could use it before he left each night. This was okay with us, because we liked using the sauna first anyway.
We agreed and to our great surprise he proceeded to remove his clothes right in front of us. Our eyes bulged when we saw his huge cock. I never knew a cock could be that big. Elizabeth blushed, but she also stared intently. Andre calmly entered the shower, adjusted some of the many nozzles and, when he had them right, started singing some strange song. From then on, nudity became quite common with all three of us, even Elizabeth.
One night Andre walked into the sauna while I was rubbing Elizabeth's sore shoulders. He stood there watching us, his cock red and semierect. He had probably turned the massaging jets onto it, discovered that it felt good and had just kept the water going. That's the way he is. Completely unembarrassed by his semiaroused state, Andre watched us for a few minutes and then calmly suggested that we purchase a massage table so that he could take the kinks out of us before our sauna.
I was the first to get a massage the next week. As he worked my legs, his fingers brushed my balls but he didn't seem to notice. When he stroked my front his oily hands went right over my cock, making me hard. This was embarrassing to me but not to him. Without saying a word he took my cock in his hand and, with a few strokes, got me off. There was no change in his expression as he wiped the mixed oil and come off my belly.