Letters to Penthouse XV

by Penthouse International

  If it's possible, Stephanie seemed even more into what we were doing than I was. She's always enthusiastic in bed especially when I'm going down on her, but knowing that I was eating sperm from her pussy must've sent her into the stratosphere. Even though she's not much for dirty talk, Stephanie was swearing like a truck driver while I ate her. “Yeah, baby! Eat that fucking pussy! Do it good! Eat that shit up!” she screamed. “Can you taste the come inside me? Eat it out of me, babe! Yeah, that's it! Do it!”

  Always one to happily take direction from my lovers, I got more heavily into what I was doing and I could soon tell I was on the right track. Stephanie started to absolutely quiver when she came, and every vaginal contraction squeezed more of her lover's ejaculate out of her hole. I stopped licking for a second and watched the come collect on her dewy pussy lips, then stuck out my tongue and scooped it into my mouth. Wanting to share the treat with her, I crawled up her sweaty body until I could press my lips against hers. When our lips met, she instinctively parted hers, allowing my tongue entrance into her oral cavity. I immediately plunged my tongue in and swabbed the inside of her mouth, coating it with their commingled fluids. I wanted to be sure that she had the opportunity to sample this unique flavor.

  When I had transferred the contents of my mouth into hers, I asked her how she liked it. With a gleam in her eye, she admitted that she'd already had a small sample when she'd licked off her lover's dick after he'd come inside her, and she really enjoyed the taste.

  I was hard as a rock at this point and needed some relief myself. Repositioning myself, I plunged my steel-hard boner into her pussy and started banging away. Our latest adventure had greatly excited me and I could hardly control myself. I came like gangbusters, firing spurt after spurt into Stephanie. I rolled off her, exhausted, but she gave me a nudge, spread her legs and pointed to the fluid that was already beginning to trickle out of her pussy. I didn't need a second hint. I dove right in and got to work, emptying Stephanie's pussy for a second time that night. Yum, yum— love that come!—A.T., Cheyenne, Wyoming

  Someone's Watching

  HE WANTED TO SHARE HIS WIFE, BUT HE GOT MORE THAN HE ASKED FOR. OR DID HE?

  First I want to tell your readers to be careful what they wish for; they might just get it.

  My wife Loretta has known for years about my fantasy of watching her get fucked by another man, but for a long time she would never even consider it. Loretta is a good-looking woman, if just a little heavy at five-one and one hundred forty-five pounds. I'm five-six with a six-inch cock that she always said fit her just fine. I was always urging her to try a threesome and saying we should put an ad in a local swingers paper, but she always said she would have to be a real slut to do something like that. So imagine my surprise when she finally said to go ahead and place the ad. But that didn't mean we would do anything about it.

  Within a couple of weeks after the ad appeared we must have had forty replies. Loretta was amazed at the letters and joked about them as we read them, but that was about as far as it went. Although the letters fueled my fantasies, she still had no real interest.

  About three weeks later, Loretta told me she had been talking to a friend who went on vacation with her husband and had a threesome. This friend told her how great it was to have two men at her pleasure, and now Loretta said she might be willing to try it.

  However, it had to be on her terms. First, we would go out of town so no one would know her. Second, we would pick up a man at a hotel lounge or some place like that. And third, if she wanted to stop at any point, we would stop. I was ready to agree to anything. So we made reservations for the next weekend at a hotel in a town a hundred miles away.

  We checked in and went to our room to change. Loretta took a shower and came out of the bathroom wearing a skirt that barely covered her ass and a super-low-cut blouse. My eyes almost popped out. She said, “Well, you wanted a slut, and that is what you got!”

  We went down to the hotel lounge. It was really crowded. I suggested we go somewhere else but Loretta wanted to stay. We had been there about thirty minutes when the waitress brought over a couple of drinks, saying they had been paid for by a man at the bar. She pointed to a big black dude who smiled as we eyed him. We raised our drinks to thank him and a minute later he came over to our table. He introduced himself as Paul and asked if he could dance with my wife. I looked at her and she nodded yes. I said, “Sure.”

  They danced a slow number. I noticed he was holding her very close and rubbing her ass while they danced. I soon lost them in the crowd and when I saw them again I was shocked to see his hands under her dress, rubbing her bare ass cheeks. When they returned to the table I managed to whisper in her ear, asking her where her panties were. Her reply was simple, “You wanted a slut, didn't you?”

  We all had another drink and Loretta concentrated her attention on Paul. There was a lot of whispering between them. Finally they went to dance again, this time immediately disappearing into the crowd. Though I kept searching the dance floor for a sight of them, it was four or five dances later before they appeared at the table. Loretta's eyes were very bright. “It's time,” she whispered to me. “It's now or never.”

  The three of us went up to our room. As soon as we got there Loretta started kissing Paul and pulling at his belt. He stopped her, saying he wanted us to get undressed first, and soon she and I were naked and in bed. Loretta then said she wanted me to go down on her. I thought this was a strange request at that point, but I was willing. As my head neared her crotch, her legs opened and I could see come already running out of her pussy.

  I was astonished to realize that she had already fucked Paul, and without using a rubber. When I expressed my surprise she said again, “You wanted a slut. Well, now you got one. Go on and eat me baby.”

  She pulled my head to her soaked pussy and I ate her all right. When I raised my head I got a second surprise. Paul had undressed and I saw that he had a huge dick—ten inches long and twice as thick as mine.

  Paul now climbed between my wife's legs. Loretta took my hand and put it on his dick, asking me to put it in her. I guided it to her open hole and within four strokes he had that monster buried balls-deep inside her.

  He started fucking her with long slow strokes and she started to come and come. As he continued to fuck her his tempo gradually picked up until he was hammering that pussy and she was screaming for him to keep it up. This continued for ten minutes before he blew his load deep inside my moaning, squirming wife.

  When he pulled his dripping dick out of her she looked over at me and said, “Your turn.” As I started to mount her she grabbed my head and said, “No silly, eat me!” So I again ate her freshly fucked pussy.

  Before Paul left he fucked her twice more, once with her riding him and once from behind, and after each time I ate her clean. When he left she said, “Now you can fuck me.”

  As I put my cock inside her she was so stretched and sloppy that I could hardly feel her, but I was so excited it didn't take long for me to fill her with my spuz.

  When we finished she handed me one of the letters we had received in answer to our ad. It was from Paul. Then I realized she had contacted him and had set it up so he would meet us here. She then handed me another letter and said, “This is for next weekend.”

  It was from another black man with a ten-inch cock.

  That was six months ago, and now almost every weekend Loretta gets fucked by a big-dicked black dude, after which I eat her out and we end up fucking.

  So be careful what you wish for. It may turn out to be more than you want. But for me it turned out great, and I am now living in paradise with my slut wife.—F.V., Richmond, Virginia

  ON A RAINY DAY A STRANGE EROTIC FIGURE APPEARS FROM THE EMPTY HOUSE NEXT DOOR

  It was raining and I was at home alone and lonely. I turned on some soft music to go with the rain, then got undressed and slipped into a short silk robe. I didn't bother with anything else.

  I looked for a magazine to
read but couldn't find anything interesting. So I started a fire in the fireplace and stretched out on the couch. I was hungry for love but there was no one around to satisfy me. I slipped my hand under the robe and caressed my breasts. It felt nice. I began to explore them, first the right, then the left. My nipples poked out against the silk.

  Suddenly I heard a voice outside. I got up and looked out the front window. I couldn't see anyone, so I went to the back and peered through the blinds.

  In the yard next door was a woman with an umbrella, dancing around and talking out loud to no one that I could see. I slowly opened the blinds so I could get a better view. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a half buttoned, see-through white blouse. She seemed to be enjoying dancing barefoot in the puddles.

  Curious, I watched her for awhile. She stopped talking to herself and looked around as if expecting to see someone watching her. Then she walked toward an old metal chair near the fence and sat down. She was facing my direction and now I could see she was young, maybe twenty-two or so, and good-looking, with long brown hair.

  She kicked her feet back and forth a few times, then stretched them out in front of her, spreading her legs wide. She dropped the umbrella and turned her face up to the sky to catch the raindrops.

  I realized I had no idea who this woman was. I had thought the house next door was empty. I felt a little like a peeping Tom, although I was in my own home and doing nothing wrong.

  Now she began to run her hands over her body, starting at her neck and moving down slowly. She paused for a moment when she reached her breasts, which stood firm and proud against her blouse. She continued down her body, her hands moving in little circles over her stomach and her legs. When she reached her ankles she started back up. She stopped this time at her inner thighs, pulling her skirt up slightly.

  I found my own hands again reaching for my breasts, which seemed to be pressing harder against my robe. One hand moved down to my waist and untied the sash, allowing my robe to fall open. As that hand moved lower, I looked at the woman in the chair again. She now had one hand buried between her legs, stroking up and down. I did the same as I watched her. She stopped to bring the hand to her mouth and suck on her fingers. As she reached for her cool wet pussy again, she raised one leg to hook it over the arm of the chair, exposing her cunt to me. Then she placed her wet fingers on either side of her pussy lips, pulling them apart while her other hand tickled her rain-soaked clit.

  I was becoming wet myself. I slid a chair to the window and sat down, imitating her position. I wet my fingers just as she had and opened my tingling pussy. Although the window was closed, I felt a cool breeze playing over my moist, sensitive cunt. I kept my eyes on the strange woman as I slowly fondled my swelling clit.

  She now had her blouse open all the way and the rain was glistening as it hit her nipples and ran down her chest. She was stroking faster now and sliding her other hand over her breasts. I was totally turned on by watching her and began to do the same. I could hear my breathing getting louder and quicker as my clit hardened against my fingertips. The wetness from my hole spread up to my love-button as I stroked up and down, watching the woman outside begin to quiver under her own caresses.

  I couldn't hold back. I placed two fingers deep inside myself and pumped in and out. She stroked her clit and rolled to one side as she came, actually slipping out of the chair. At that moment I burst with an orgasm that almost brought me to the floor as well. I caught myself and rode out my climax, closing my eyes to enjoy it thoroughly.

  When I opened my eyes, the woman picked up her umbrella and danced around the yard again. Her blouse was buttoned and her cheeks were flushed.

  I pulled my robe closed and was about to turn away when she looked directly at my window and blew me a kiss. I blushed and backed away, moving to the couch by the fire. I sat there in confusion for a minute. Suddenly I realized I wasn't lonely anymore, and the only thing I hungered for was to see that woman again.

  And then there was a knock on my door…—F.K., Lynn, Massachusetts

  BREAKER BREAKER, GOOD BUDDY, TAKE A LOOK AT BECKY'S BARE BODY, TEN FOUR

  My wife Becky is thirty-nine and I'm forty-two. She is four feet eleven inches tall, has long black hair and 32B breasts tipped with sensitive, lickable nipples She weighs under a hundred pounds so you can imagine how great she looks.

  One day while in bed, I asked her if she would wear something sexy for me on a trip we had planned for that weekend. She said she'd have to go out and shop for something nice.

  She didn't show me the outfit she had chosen until the day we left, and when she did I was pleasantly surprised. It was a short blue skirt with a tank top. Underneath she had on white thigh-high stockings, a G-string and no bra.

  As we drove down the highway Becky pulled up her tank top to expose the lower part of her nipples, and raised her skirt just above the top of her stockings. She grinned at me, knowing she was giving me an instant hard-on as I drove. I asked what she was going to do if a trucker passed us and looked in. She shrugged and smiled.

  A few minutes later we found ourselves behind a slow-moving truck. I started to pass it but Becky asked me to slow down and just pace the trucker to see if he would look down at her. As we drew even with the truck she reached over and grabbed my crotch. Sure enough, the trucker looked down at us and I could see Becky was getting excited. I was getting pretty hot and horny too.

  My wife looked up at the trucker. Then she asked me if she could show him more. I said it was okay with me if she wanted to. Becky slowly pulled up her tank top to show him her breasts, and then just as slowly pulled up her skirt to show him what she had on underneath. Then she started to play with her nipples with one hand while her other hand rubbed her pussy under the G-string. The trucker must have been enjoying the show because he stayed right with us.

  After a while my wife removed her G-string and spread her legs to show him her pussy. She started playing with herself again and ended up finger-fucking herself to a massive orgasm.

  Becky must have fucked herself to four or five more orgasms before she'd had enough. She looked up at the trucker, smiled, blew him a kiss and waved good-bye as I speeded up again, this time leaving him behind.

  When we arrived at our hotel room we started fucking the moment we got in the door and didn't stop till one in the morning. We have done this quite a few times since then. We have even bought a CB radio so Becky can talk to the truckers on the highway as we show her off. She has often been asked if she would like to see the inside of someone's truck, but so far she's declined. Maybe some day we'll take them up on their offer. For now, if you're a trucker and travel around the Southwest, keep an eye out for her handle— Becky Bare. Who knows? You may be the lucky one. —D.E., Phoenix, Arizona

  A MYSTERIOUS MIRRORED ROOM. A BLACK MAN. A WHITE WOMAN. A WINDOW …

  Last night I visited a private club that a friend had told me about. I paid the cover (a considerable amount) and was led to a small cubicle with a window in one wall. I looked through it into a mirrored room. There was a woman inside.

  She sat perched on a small stool. Her hair hung down almost to her waist in soft red ringlets. Her features were small and delicate, her throat long and smooth. Her body was soft and round, with large, gravity-defying breasts tipped with nipples of the palest pink jutting out in invitation. Below them was a smooth, soft, creamy-white belly, with a perfect little indentation of a navel. Her small waist flared out to rounded hips. Her long trim thighs met smooth, rounded knees before turning into full calves. Small feet and painted toes completed the picture.

  Her eyes were closed. Her arms stretched upward, her hands grasping an overhead bar, a position that emphasized her bold bosom. I could see her reflection in the mirrors surrounding her. From the side, her breasts thrust out in beautiful profile. From behind, her waist looked tiny above her round butt cheeks as she sat on the stool. She seemed to be waiting for something. Waiting with anticipation.

  A door I hadn't
noticed before opened behind her, and in stepped a tall black man. He stopped just inside the door and gazed in appreciation at the beautiful woman before him. He too was beautiful. His perfectly proportioned body was covered with ebony skin that seemed to glow. He had broad shoulders, well-muscled arms and legs, and a flat belly, the lower part of which was covered with curling black hair. Below that his long thick dick hung down against his thigh. Not for long, I thought, for already his reaction to the sight of the woman before him was causing that cock to lengthen and rise.

  He walked completely around the woman, inspecting every soft curve before stopping in front of her, his penis inches from her face. Her eyes remained closed. Only her hardening nipples gave any indication that she was aware of the man before her. I could see him growing stiffer, perhaps at the thought of those full lips wrapped around his cock. That's what was making me stiff as well.

  He allowed the tip of his growing cock to graze her nipple before leaning over to brush his lips lightly across hers. Stepping to one side of her, he rubbed the length of his dick under her raised arm, then stepped behind her. He was fully hard now as he ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. Her head fell back, her lips parted and her breath came faster as she rubbed her hair against him. She turned her head from side to side, her breasts swaying with the movement.

  His hands ran lightly down her neck, softly caressing her shoulders before moving on to the mounds of her breasts. He cupped their fullness as he lifted and squeezed them, feeling their weight. He pressed her tits together, his thumbs running over her nipples as her mouth opened in pleasure. He continued to tweak the tender nipples until they stood out long and hard between his fingers, the pink buds stiff with arousal.