Letters to Penthouse XV

by Penthouse International

  Her breath was coming still faster now, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. I wondered if the stool under her was wet. He buried his hands in her soft hair again, then pushed his hard dick into the silky mass, rubbing it with her mane. She turned her head, trying to find him with her mouth, but he pulled away teasingly. He grasped his long black cock around the thick base and gently rubbed the swollen head down over her neck, his ass tightening as he made little thrusting movements against the soft skin.

  Then he moved around to stand in front of her again. Gently parting her thighs with his knees, he crouched between them as she spread her legs open for him. He held her head in his hands, slowly running his thumbs over her closed eyes, down over the fine cheekbones, caressing the soft skin until his fingers were touching her lips.

  Hungrily she opened her mouth and he allowed her to suck one of his fingers between her eager lips. Her tongue curled around it and he began to pump his finger in and out of her mouth, enjoying the suction of her lips and the play of her tongue, while with his other hand he reached down to squeeze his full balls.

  Finally pulling his finger from her mouth, he moved closer, standing between her open thighs as his hands went to her full breasts, kneading them. Then he grabbed his cock and teased her hard nipples with it, flicking them with the head of his dick. He rubbed his hard meat against her round soft tits before sliding it between them. Squeezing the soft mounds of flesh together, he began to pump his dick slowly up and down. The tip of that big black cock almost touched her chin with each upward stroke, and she bent her head to lick it.

  When the head of his cock was wet with her saliva, he stopped moving and held it to her lips. She hungrily sucked it into her hot moistness. His hands resting on the back of her head, he began to pump the hard shaft between her lips. A dozen times he stroked into her mouth before abruptly pulling out again. He stroked himself with one hand and caressed her cheek with the other, as if in regret.

  Reaching for her waist with both hands, he helped her to stand. Pushing the stool away, he held her close to his body, cupping her ass and pressing his erection against her soft belly. Slowly he swayed back and forth, rubbing his hard dick against her while his hands caressed the sides of her breasts. Bending down, he placed soft kisses on the side of her neck. She lowered her arms now, though her eyes were still closed.

  His hands moved down her sides to her small waist before resting on her hips. His lips traveled downward, kissing their way from her neck to her breasts, then lingering over the soft mounds, kissing every inch of them before his lips found her nipples. Opening his mouth wide, he sucked the pink tips, one, then the other, back and forth, licking and sucking as if to devour her.

  Then he moved down again, his tongue lapping at her belly, his hands cupping the round curves of her ass. He dropped to his knees before her, his hard cock throbbing against her calves as he buried his face in her pubic hair. She parted her thighs for him as his tongue sought her clit. I could tell when his hot tongue made contact; her body jerked and she began to writhe.

  Parting her thighs further, she pushed her pussy against his mouth, wanting more. She began to ride up and down on his upturned face, breasts bouncing, body straining, gasping for breath. She appeared to be on the verge of orgasm when he pulled away, leaving her unsatisfied. I could almost hear her whimper.

  He sat back on his heels, his hard dick in his hands, watching her writhe in frustration. With one hand cupping his balls, he stroked himself with the other as he was savoring her need.

  He rose and walked behind her, caressing her hips. Her magnificent breasts heaving with desire, she leaned against him, turning her head toward him, and he kissed her long and hard. I could see the play of their dancing tongues as their open mouths parted for a brief instant before clashing together again. His hand moved down to stroke her hot wetness.

  Bending his knees, he slid his hard cock between her legs, the huge pole replacing his fingers. Holding her belly with one hand and her tit with the other, he began to pump his dick against her swollen clit. With each stroke, the head of his tool poked out between her legs, parting the sweet lips of her pussy. His dick was soon soaked with her wetness as he pumped faster, holding her to him. Her legs began to tremble as his rhythm built, bringing her closer to orgasm. Her whole body shuddered as she was rocked by the intensity of her climax. He grabbed both her hips, pressing her ass tightly against him as his come spurted out from between her legs, her body still spasming with the diminishing waves of her orgasm.

  Only then did the woman open her eyes, smiling up at the huge black man. As they kissed once more, the room went dark. The show was over. I left, feeling that for once I had gotten my money's worth.—Name and address withheld

  HE STARTED OUT TO HUNT DEER, BUT FOUND WATCHING LOVERS A LOT MORE FUN

  This incident took place a number of years ago in the mountains above the city where I lived. The area is all built up now, but at that time it was pretty wild and you could still hunt deer there. That's what I was doing when it happened.

  I sat in the bushes on the side of a ridge in full camouflage. Just below me, three deer trails came together in a nice grassy spot with a big flat rock off to one side. As I sat there, I heard talking in the distance. At the time it ticked me off since I knew the sound would scare off any deer that were around.

  I spotted a young couple on one of the trails. They held hands and every now and then they would stop and kiss. When they reached the big flat rock just below me, they stopped and put down their backpacks. As soon as they did, they were in each other's arms. She was a tall girl, about five feet nine and maybe one hundred thirty pounds. The guy was about six-two, maybe two hundred pounds. I was seventy feet from them, hidden by brush so they didn't see me.

  The guy placed a blanket on the soft grass. Next he pulled a bottle of wine and two plastic glasses from his pack. He poured wine and they toasted each other.

  The guy stripped off his shirt and encouraged her to do the same. She did. She had a thin stretchy bra that did little to hide her breasts. Her nipples were nearly as hard as my cock.

  He took her into his arms and laid her back on the blanket. He showered her with kisses as his hand slipped under her bra, then took it off, revealing her beautiful breasts. With little delay, he moved his hand to her hiking shorts. He was feeling her up through her shorts and she was responding to him. In seconds he had the shorts unzipped, and with her help he slipped them and her panties off.

  Her big hairy pussy was facing me. He buried two fingers in that dripping pussy, finger-fucking her as he suckled her nipples. She was going crazy and pulling at his shorts. They broke apart so he could take off his shorts, letting his good-sized cock spring free.

  As the girl lay back on the blanket she seemed to look right at me. A flash of fear shot through my body but I knew if I moved now they would see me for sure. That big guy might beat the hell out of me. So I stayed still.

  The guy joined her on the blanket again and trailed a line of kisses down her stomach to her pussy. She squirmed under his mouth and when his tongue darted into her pussy she went nuts. She arched her back and pushed her crotch hard against his face, moaning with pleasure. By the way she was bucking and shuddering, I was sure she was having some good orgasms. In minutes she was screaming for him to fuck her.

  He moved up between her widespread legs and plunged his cock into her with one thrust. She began moaning and telling him how good it felt as he hammered away at her. She wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him to her. I knew I would be able to slip away now, but I just couldn't leave this show. As he pumped his cock into that beautiful young thing, I wished it was me instead of him. I got so hot that I unzipped my fly and pumped away at my own cock. We all came at the same time. He collapsed onto her beautiful body as they both fought for air. Then he rolled off her and they lay on their backs and talked for a while.

  Soon they sat up facing each other, poured more wine and softly caressed each other whi
le sipping away. They were talking too softly for me to hear what they were saying, but he lay down on his back and I could see that he wanted her to suck his cock.

  She hesitated for a bit, but after a minute she slowly moved into position. She kissed his dick, but very cautiously, as if she had never done it before. Whether she had or not, she soon got into it. Her head was bobbing up and down on his meat, and I had a great view of her ass as it waved in the air. After a minute she stopped sucking and concentrated on the head of his cock, kissing and licking it as she held it in her puckering lips.

  In a short time he shot a good load of come right in her mouth and she managed to swallow most of it. The guy sat up and kissed the mouth that had just received his come. Their tongues worked against each other and his hands caressed her breasts. He eased her back on the blanket and slowly kissed his way down to her pussy.

  She moaned and squirmed as his mouth approached her crotch, and when his tongue raked across her already sensitive love button she screamed out in pleasure. I could tell he was a confirmed pussy eater because even with all her kicking and thrashing about, he never stopped or slowed what he was doing. I thought she was in heaven the way she kept saying over and over, “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” as one orgasm after another ripped through her body.

  It seemed like an hour before he moved up, slipped his cock into her and started slowly working it in and out. She had a huge climax the minute he plunged his dick inside her. After a few minutes she clamped her long legs around him and rolled him onto his back.

  Now she was in control. She rammed her body down on his hard shaft. He took a nipple in each hand. She moaned loudly as he played with them, then threw her head back and shuddered in ecstasy. This happened again and again until finally he shot into her.

  All of a sudden there was a loud sound of breaking wood. I looked across to the other side of the ridge and saw two hunters pursuing a huge buck. The young couple jumped up, scrambling for their clothes. The buck veered off and went back over the ridge with the hunters still following.

  The couple had hastily dressed. Now they scooped up their blanket and packs, and started hurriedly up the path in the direction they had come. In their haste they left the empty wine bottle and glasses behind. I got up and walked down into the canyon to pick them up. When I got to the bottom, I had another quite pleasant surprise.

  In her haste, the girl had left her panties and bra behind. I picked them up now and put them in my pack.

  I rushed home and told my wife what had happened. At first she didn't really believe me, but when I showed her the girl's scented panties, a big smile broke across her face. She grabbed me by the hand and we ran to the bedroom. We had sex all night. The next day we went back to the canyon and made love there too.

  I went back there many times but never saw anything similar to what I'd seen that day. However, it became a favorite spot for my wife and me to go to make love, at least until they started developing the land and building all over it. I often wondered if anybody ever spied on us as I had spied on that young couple.—R.E., Billings, Montana

  ONCE THEY CALLED HER MS. IRONPANTS, BUT NOW SHE'S KNOWN AS MS. NO-PANTS

  Growing up as a minister's daughter, my wife Erica developed an early sense of family values, moral rectitude and the social graces. When we were dating in college I had to go home for a semester to help settle my father's estate, and I encouraged Hank, my good friend and roommate, to date her from time to time. Since Erica was a knockout natural blond with big tits and a slim, mouth-watering figure, Hank jumped at the chance to keep her company.

  “Consider it done, my friend,” he said, flashing a big grin. “Erica won't even notice that you are gone. I'll be happy and honored to keep your lunch warm for you.”

  Upon my return, I was amused to learn that Hank had given her the endearing nickname of “Ms. Ironpants,” which caught on and endured for the rest of her college days. The name fit her perfectly. She was warm, gracious and outgoing, but she was also very prudish in the sexual arena, due to her conservative background. I hoped that I could change her outlook after we had graduated and gotten married.

  Once we were man and wife, I did manage gradually to loosen her up, and she came to appreciate the pleasures of marital sex. In fact, we had a couple of children together. But it wasn't until after six years of marriage, when the company I worked for transferred me to New York City, that she really discovered her true sexual nature.

  We bought a home on Long Island to provide a good location for our growing family, and I commuted into the city on a daily basis. After a few late client dinners and missed commuter trains, I took an apartment on the West Side, about five blocks from my office. That way I could stay in the city overnight when I had to. In addition, Erica and I often hired a sitter for the weekend and used my city apartment as a base from which to experience the many wonderful activities around New York. This was a very romantic time for us in a magical setting, and it drew us closer than we had ever been, giving us the freedom to explore our fantasies and our sexuality.

  We considered the idea of swinging with another couple, but Erica said she thought she would be jealous of the other woman. While she had never had sex with anyone other than me, she did reluctantly admit that she was sometimes attracted to other men. As examples, she mentioned a hulking, rough-cut football player who had been in her art class at the university, and the middle-aged, gray-haired man who had been our family physician back in our home state of Colorado.

  I was stunned by her strange taste in men, but I refrained from judgment and encouraged her to become more aware of her own sexuality, and to freely communicate her feelings to me. For starters, we went shopping and picked out a sexy wardrobe that would showcase her beautiful body. She wore one of her new outfits the next Saturday night, when we went to dinner at a fine Russian restaurant, and later visited a blues nightclub located near our apartment.

  Upon entering the club, I realized we had made a mistake. The nightclub was packed, and there appeared to be no available seating. Most of the clientele seemed to be black. The doorman encouraged us to stay, however, and asked the bartender to make room for us at the bar. He then fetched us a couple of tall stools from somewhere in the back of the club.

  Erica was not happy with this arrangement, since she is only five feet two, and doesn't feel comfortable on high stools. Still, we could see the musicians from our perch, and their music was sweet and mellow.

  It was soon evident that Erica was attracting a lot of attention in her exposed position on the high stool. She was wearing a sheer black miniskirt which was slit on each side, showing her sexy legs nearly up to her crotch. Against her better judgment I had talked her into going braless, and her thin white tank top clung to her beautiful pear-shaped tits, highlighting her large nipples.

  I ordered double brandies for each of us to help take the edge off, thinking that Erica might have a good time enjoying the music if she was less self-conscious. As the band started a new number, a good-looking young black man came up to us, introduced himself as Lester and asked if he could dance with my beautiful lady. I saw that Erica was charmed by his bold style and good looks, and I nodded yes in response to her inquiring look.

  Lester looked to be about twenty. He was tall, dark, lean and well built, and I noticed that he moved with the power and grace of a big cat. As I watched him pull Erica into his arms and twirl her around the dance floor, I realized that he was a very talented dancer—a good match for my wife.

  Lester held her closely, working his leg between her inviting thighs. Soon he was rubbing his thigh against her crotch and cupping her ass cheeks with both hands. I was surprised that the former Ms. Ironpants didn't take serious offense at his direct tactics. But on the contrary, Erica seemed caught up in the heat of the moment. They finally returned when the band took a break, and my flushed wife said that she really needed another drink.

  She confided to me that she was getting aroused by Lester's aggressive moves, an
d that he was rubbing his huge erection against her stomach while he massaged her tits and fondled her ass. She said, “He wants me to remove my panties so that he will have better access. I don't think that's a good idea. What do you think? Would that be too slutty on my part?”

  I told her to follow her own instincts, but assured her that nothing really bad was going to happen since I would be there for her, no matter what. A minute later she excused herself, saying she had to visit the ladies' room, and was then going to stop by Lester's booth to meet his friends, as she had promised. When she returned from the bathroom I watched her settle into Lester's booth between him and one of his four drinking buddies.

  At this point, the bartender came over to offer his opinion. “Keep a keen eye on those dudes, mister. They're young studs who prey on married women, particularly white married women. You know what I'm saying?”

  When the band started playing again, Erica and Lester were back out on the dance floor, doing their thing. He worked her skirt up above her crotch, and I could see that my sweet, innocent wife had indeed removed her panties. With no qualms or hesitation, Lester slipped his hand under her skirt and started stroking her pussy and finger-fucking her right there on the dance floor.

  I watched in amazement as Erica started to shudder, shimmy and shake, climaxing as the young stud drew her close and began to French-kiss her. He ran his tongue between her open lips, deep into her mouth. I realized that I had gotten hard as a rock watching this sexy display, wondering where it might end.

  On the next break my aroused wife came over to say that she wanted me to meet Lester's friends. She added, “I want to invite them over to our apartment to continue the party, if you don't object.”