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Letters to Penthouse XVIII

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by Penthouse International


  Harry got up on the bed and put himself between my wife’s legs. He raised one of those legs and pushed it back toward her chest, positioning the head of his cock at Flo’s waiting pussy before slowly easing it in. He began to fuck away at her, going a little deeper with each stroke until he was pounding her. My wife was breathing hard and fast and moaning in ecstasy.

  I had a perfect view of Harry’s cock penetrating my wife through the slats of the closet door. He was practically squatting on the bed so that he had enough leverage to bounce up and down as he fucked her. With each stroke he pulled his cock almost all of the way out and then jammed it all the way back in, his balls slapping against her asshole as he did. Flo was groaning and going crazy with passion, pushing upward to meet his every powerful lunge. I was surprised that she was able to take such a big cock after being used to my average six inches all these years. I was very turned on watching my wife get dicked by this man and moan for more. At one point his prick popped out of her pussy and she reached down for it and quickly guided it back toward her hungry hole.

  After what seemed like a very long time, the two of them exploded almost simultaneously in a pair of very intense orgasms. I almost came too from watching Harry pump my wife’s pussy full of come. His climax took so much out of him that he was shaking a little as he withdrew his cock, which was still stiff and very wet with his spew and my wife’s juices. Flo’s cunt lips were splayed wide open, and I could see Harry’s jism start to ooze out.

  They lay there a few minutes before Harry got up to take a shower. When she heard the water running, Flo came to the closet and kissed me. I slid my fingers into her hole with no problem since she was so wet. Flo could tell how turned on I was and kissed me when I said that I loved her for making my fantasies come true again! After Harry left our house Flo and I got into the bed and fucked for most of the night.

  I hope that I can watch my wife with a lot more men in the future. Since it excites her and I know she loves me, I don’t think that will be a problem.—R.G., Providence, Rhode Island

  HE WATCHED HIS GIRL GIVE ALL HIS FRAT BUDDIES

  WHAT SHE’D NEVER GIVEN HIM

  I’ve been an avid reader of your magazine ever since I picked up a copy a couple of years ago and read a letter from a guy who told about how he watched from a closet as two college football players performed all kinds of sexual acts on his willing wife. The story both shocked and aroused me. It also gave me a tremendous sense of relief. For years I had tried to bury my own desire to watch my wife Trisha get fucked by some well-hung stud. I had always been embarrassed by these thoughts, and even more embarrassed by their genesis.

  You see, I can actually track my obsession back to when I was a freshman at a small New England liberal arts college about fifteen years ago. One weekend during my freshman year, Trisha, my then eighteen-year-old sweetheart, came to visit for the weekend. On her first night there I was tending bar at a fraternity party, where we got into a fight over her revealing outfit. She was wearing skin-tight designer jeans, a tight pink sweater and the white go-go boots that were popular back then. I was jealous because all the upperclassmen were drooling all over her.

  Trisha had a gorgeous face, a little button nose, and the kind of knockout figure that only an eighteen-year-old can have—the heart-shaped ass with just a little bit of baby fat on the cheeks, and the milky-white jugs with fat upturned nipples. I tended to go berserk when guys looked at her, and I guess I kind of took it out on her. I said some things I shouldn’t have, then told her to get lost while I finished bartending the party.

  About an hour later a buddy of mine told me that Ronnie, one of the senior football players, was getting lucky with some chick. Ronnie was a six-foot-four-inch black stud, and was known for scoring little pretty white girls. The frat had this two-way mirror in an upstairs room which allowed us to watch when Ronnie got lucky. When I got there I could tell by the reactions of the crowd that this show must be something special. I had to fight my way through just to get a peek.

  When I finally got a look over someone’s shoulder I almost passed out. I never will forget the sight of Trisha, with her sweater and bra pushed up and Ronnie sucking on her tits while his hand pumped furiously between her legs. Trisha was bucking wildly, thrusting her hips up to meet his hand as he fingered her cunt. It was one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen.

  At first a wave of jealousy hit me with such intensity I felt numb. But once I got over the initial shock I became strangely aroused as the black football player continued to mouth her tits and finger-fuck her. Then he lay back, his hand guiding her head, and I could see his shit-eating grin as Trisha dropped her head into his lap. Her blonde hair covered her face, but he pulled it back so everyone could see Trisha’s pouty red lips stretched open as her tongue slurped around his ebony pole. She was trying desperately to shove as much of his cock in her throat as possible as she gurgled with pleasure. His dark meat shone in stark contrast to her white alabaster skin, and her head bobbed up and down on his shaft while his hand roamed freely over her young body.

  Since I had only been at school for about a month, none of my frat brothers had met my girlfriend from home, so at least they didn’t know who she was. Part of me wanted to stop it, but another part wanted to see how far she would let him go. And besides, I knew Ronnie would have kicked my ass if I tried to stop him now. There was nothing I could do but watch.

  I admit that listening to the guys betting on whether Ronnie was going to fuck Trisha was a little uncomfortable, but it was also exciting. Although I had been dating Trisha for a while, I knew she was still a virgin. We had been close a couple of times, but one of us had always chickened out at the last minute. But now Trisha was horny, and totally out of control, and I knew that anything could happen.

  You could feel the tension among the watching guys as Ronnie positioned himself to take her. He pushed her tight jeans down as much as he could and bent her over the bed. He spit on his hand and wet her box before trying to slide his penis into her vagina. Trisha started to mumble, saying that she had never done this before, but she wasn’t trying to stop him. Quite the contrary. His eyes lit up when he realized she was a virgin, and the stakes of the bet went up among the watching guys.

  Ronnie took out a jar of K-Y jelly and smeared it on Trisha’s wet box and on his prick. I realized that I had always thought I would be the one to take Trisha’s virginity. Some day, I hoped, we would get married, and then…

  The roar of the crowd broke through my mental images of our wedding day. I can still hear the low grunt Trisha let out as Ronnie’s cock plowed into her tiny quim. He paused and then rammed in further. Trisha gave a kind of barking cry as he broke her maidenhead. Then she was moaning with pleasure as he began to fuck her hard.

  The jeans around Trisha’s knees kept her from spreading her legs very wide, but this didn’t seem to slow him down as he fucked her like a jackhammer. He was obviously trying to show off to his friends by screwing her so hard, but she didn’t seem to mind. She buried her face in a pillow, half muffling her wails of ecstasy. The sounds of the two of them gasping and grunting got my own dick throbbing. Most of the guys cracked jokes as they watched Ronnie avidly screwing my future wife.

  Now Trisha was obviously close to coming. She rolled her head off the pillow, yelling “Do me! Do me!” over and over.

  Ronnie held onto her hips and thrust himself in and out of her. Finally he threw his head back and gasped, “Take this, baby!” he gave four or five more lunges, then groaned as he shot his seed into her womb.

  After a few more pumps to empty himself, he gave the thumbs-up sign to the two-way mirror, obviously satisfied with his sexual conquest. He dismounted her then, and with some lame excuse about his girlfriend he took off, leaving her bent over the bed with her ass sticking in the air and his spunk running out of her cunny. Trisha’s hips were still gyrating even after Ronnie had left the room.

  I’ve been telling myself for fifteen years that what happen
ed next probably happens every weekend at colleges throughout the country. A nice teenage girl from the suburbs has too many drinks, gets horny and becomes a cock-crazed, come-slurping slut. Because that’s what happened with Trisha. It was a regular gang bang, and she loved every minute of it.

  The first two guys who got to her after Ronnie left jostled with each other for position. Finally the bigger guy won out, and tried desperately to ram his cock into her pussy. As he was mounting her, Trisha was bucking her ass up against his cock. This proved to be too much for the guy, and he immediately started ejaculating all over her ass before finally penetrating her and pumping the rest of his seed into her cunt. He didn’t stop, though; he kept pumping away, looking for a double header. In about a minute his hairy ass tensed up and he deposited more spunk into her womb.

  When he pulled out of her, the guy beside him pushed him out of the way, quickly shoving his manhood into her quim. As he was fucking her, a couple of other guys hovered around her face feeling her tits and taking turns sticking their dicks in her mouth. They fucked her face as she sucked them avidly. They went on taking turns until one of them got a funny look on his face and began to twitch furiously as he shot in Trisha’s mouth. Another guy quickly took his place, and more guys lined up behind him, and also behind the guy fucking her cunt.

  This went on for about two hours, as each guy did her at least twice. During that time I just watched, trying to take it all in. At one point my roommate, who had already fucked Trisha three times, tried to get me to participate. “Trust me, dude, you’ll never get a chance like this again! This girl will do anything, man. Get your rocks off with her—everyone else has.”

  I remember thinking that he was right. I had waited all this time to get into Trisha’s pants, and yet she had given it up to all these strangers without so much as an introduction. It was going to be my turn now.

  I mounted Trisha in the missionary position, so I could see her face as I finally made love to her. She was a lot looser than I had expected, the result of being fucked by all that semen. She looked me right in the eyes, but didn’t even recognize me. It was like she was in a fuck trance or something. I started to kiss her and heard the guys laughing. As soon as her tongue entered my mouth I knew what they were laughing about. I had forgotten that she had been taking guys in her mouth, but the strong taste of semen quickly reminded me. This wasn’t exactly how I had expected to make love to Trisha for the first time, but believe it or not, when I came inside her it was one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had.

  I lay on top of her until yet another guy pushed me off and quickly mounted her, and she accepted him with the same eagerness she had shown all evening. Finally one of the guys kicked everyone out and kept Trisha for himself until the next morning.

  Needless to say, Trisha’s antics made her an instant legend at school, and her panties were hung on the frat house wall as a souvenir of the gang fuck. Someone wrote the number eleven on those white cotton panties, representing the number of guys that had fucked her that night.

  Now, you might think that any self-respecting man would dump her after that, right? Well, not me. In a strange way, I actually became more infatuated with her after the gang bang, and even kind of proud of her. I mean, most of the guys who fucked her were big men on campus with steady girlfriends, but afterwards all they could talk about was Trisha and how hot she was. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to tell them that the mystery girl was actually my girlfriend; but I realized how fucked up that would be, so I kept my mouth shut.

  Trisha never found out that I had seen her that night, but she was obviously relieved when I decided to transfer to another college at the end of the semester. She and I dated through college and were engaged shortly after graduation. Before we were married, we had a heart-to-heart talk and agreed to confess to all our infidelities during our courtship. Actually, other than one time when I had casually necked with some girl at a concert, I had never been unfaithful, but I knew Trisha was a different story.

  When it was her turn, she got all nervous and flustered. I was waiting for her gang-bang confession, so you can imagine my surprise when she started telling me about some guy she met on spring break during her senior year in college. At first she said she had only made out with him, but by the end of the night I had gotten her to admit that she had given him a blowjob.

  Over the first year of our marriage, I grilled her so much about that night I think I could have picked out the lucky guy’s cock in a lineup. In a way I was kind of disappointed that she hadn’t let the guy fuck her, but Trisha would always say she wasn’t that kind of girl. Then, a few years ago, I made up a story about fucking some old girlfriend right before we got married, to see if her jealousy would provoke more honesty about what happened that night. As luck would have it my instinct was right, and Trisha, in a jealous rage, confessed that she had let the guy go all the way with her. In fact she told me in excruciating detail how the guy had fucked her brains out while she was wearing her engagement ring. I felt a wave of excitement roll over me. She even told me how the guy’s three roommates had come in and caught them in the act. When I asked if anything had happened with the roommates, she paused for a moment, then shook her head and said that although they had wanted to fuck her, she was not that kind of girl.

  Well, I have no doubt that Trisha took on all four guys that night, and I’m pretty sure there must be other infidelities she will not tell me about. Because I know that my hot and beautiful wife is indeed “that kind of girl,” and that’s why I’m hoping you print my letter. It’s the only way I can think of to tell her not to feel guilty about what she did all those years ago, and to let her know that if she wants to make it up to me she can put on a repeat performance!—P.L., Fargo, North Dakota

  THE ONLY THING AS HOT AS THEIR OWN

  LOVE PLAY WAS THAT OF THEIR NEIGHBORS

  I want to start this by telling you it was all my wife’s idea. It was also her idea for me to write to you about it. But let me start from the beginning.

  My wife Lenore and I were on the couch in our apartment, getting pretty hot and heavy. All of a sudden Lenore pulled away from me and stood up, grabbing my hand, which a second before had been full of her hot, sexy breast. “Let’s go out to the balcony,” she suggested.

  When my wife gets these crazy whims, all I can do is shrug and go along. Before we went outside, Lenore turned off all the lights, and I followed her out into the dark sultry night. On the balcony she backed me up against the rough brick wall and kissed me deeply, grinding her mons against my stiff penis.

  “Look,” she whispered, breaking the kiss. “Look over there.” I turned and looked across the inner courtyard of our L-shaped building. One floor down, and maybe twenty feet away, I could see through the window of a brightly lit apartment. I realized whose apartment it was when I saw the two naked people necking near the window. It was Lenore’s friend Liza and her boyfriend Josh.

  I looked at Lenore. Her eyes were gleaming and she licked her lips. I could feel her heart beating fast under her ribs as she took a deep breath. She was hotter than I’d ever seen her. I slid my hand inside her open blouse and fondled her breast. I massaged the firm globe and teased her stiff, puffy nipples while we watched Liza perform oral sex on Josh. Watched her sink down to her knees, undo his belt, withdraw his massive cock, flick her tongue over the tip and take his full length into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, her lips tight around the base.

  As if automatically, we moved closer to the balcony railing, Lenore turning so that I was looking over her shoulder, my hand still inside her blouse. We could see everything that was going on. We could see Liza’s breasts jiggling, and even her tongue sticking out and wrapping itself around the rim of Josh’s swollen cock. Both of us moaned when she opened her mouth and took the knob inside, sucking slowly and moving her fist in rhythm on the swollen shaft.

  I slipped my hand over Lenore’s belly and down the front of her shorts. My fingers found their way t
o her wet, lust-swollen pussy. She arched against the pressure of my hand, cooing softly as I toyed with her stiff clitoris. She squirmed and wriggled against that hand, while holding the other one tight against her breasts. I realized she had come when she suddenly gushed her hot, sticky love juices all over my hand. I stepped away so I could look at her face. Her eyes were glazed and heavy-lidded as she watched the action.

  She took advantage of my stepping away from her by pushing her shorts and panties down and stepping out of them. I did the same with my trousers and shorts. She turned to me, but her eyes never strayed far from the hot scene in her friend Liza’s apartment. She gripped my hard, aching cock and slowly began to stroke it, tickling the head with her fingertips. It felt good, too good, and I had to pull away. Being visually and physically stimulated at the same time was beginning to overload my senses.

  Liza had gotten on her hands and knees now, and was being slowly and lovingly fucked from behind. I could see her breasts swaying as she dipped her spine and pushed her ass back to meet Josh’s long, deep, powerful strokes. He socked his hips against her satiny cheeks each time he thrust his thick meat deep inside her.

  I was getting really excited. I wanted to get Lenore inside, but she held her fingers across my lips and said, “I want to do it out here while we watch.” She then leaned forward over the balcony rail. I’d never seen her look so sexy. She still had her shirt on, though it hung open, but otherwise she was naked. Her perfect round ass swayed to the beat of her inner heat. I put my hands on her hips and slowly started to feed her pussy inch after inch of my cock.

  The lovers across the way didn’t stop for a minute. Now Liza was on top, straddling Josh. She went to town, rocking and rolling, hammering her body down on his cock.

 

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