Letters to Penthouse XVIII

by Penthouse International

  “Whyn’t you shut up, Bert,” Pearl said. “I guess you don’t have to tell us what to do. I think we can handle it from here, right, George?”

  “I guess so,” I said.

  “You want me to suck you, George?”

  Bert was nodding at me eagerly. There was no doubt it was what hewanted. “Well, that would be nice,” I said.

  “Okay.” She came over to where I was standing, those stunning breasts jiggling and swaying, and then she went down to her knees. She gave a sidelong glance at Bert, whose eyes were glued to her every movement. She raised a hand to push her long hair back over her shoulder so that his view of her face would not be obstructed. Then she took me into her mouth.

  I don’t know where this girl had learned to suck cock like that in the middle of Arizona. Maybe it was just natural talent. It felt as though she had two pairs of lips, three tongues, and a suction tube for a throat. I was soon panting and groaning almost as loudly as Bert.

  The girl stopped and raised her mouth from me, not a moment too soon. She grinned at the old man, who was making a wheezing sound as he breathed rapidly through his open mouth. “You like watching me do that, huh, Bert?” she teased him. “You getting hard yet, old man?”

  “Pearl thinks I’m gonna keel over one of these days,” Bert said to me, still breathing hard. “Watching her fuck. Might be worth it, though.”

  Pearl got up, went over to the bed and lay down on it, stretching her naked body in a way that made my mouth dry. “Come on, George,” she said, spreading her luscious legs wide. “Let’s give him a real thrill.”

  She held her arms up to me as I moved to the bed. Then I was with her, and my mouth was covering hers and her tongue was reaching for my throat. Her scrumptious body was twisting under mine, and all thoughts of foreplay were wiped away in the desperate desire to at least get my dick inside her writhing cunt before it was too late.

  She helped me, her cool hand finding my cock and guiding it to her pussy. I was inside her with one push, and I heard her cry out with pleasure. The sound mingled with Bert’s hoarse exclamation of approval.

  I called on everything I had to help me maintain control, and somehow I was able to keep from coming immediately. Pearl didn’t make it easy though. She wrapped her legs around my body and began to hump up and down like a demented piston, at the same time shunting her hips from side to side in a way that nearly drove me out of my mind. Her breasts slid against my chest, and her mouth slid all over my face when she wasn’t deep-throating me, moaning into my throat.

  Above the sounds we were making I could hear the old man’s cackle. “Damn good fuck, ain’t she, George? How’s he doin’, Pearl? Is he good?”

  Pearl threw back her head as I crouched up above her now, speeding up the pace of our fucking. “Oh yeah, he’s good!” she moaned. “Oh yes, it’s good, Bert. His cock is so big! You digging this, Bert? You hard yet, sweetie?”

  “Gettin’ there,” Bert panted. I could see him rubbing his crotch through his pants. I would have been distracted by all this except that Pearl’s fabulous squirming body didn’t allow for much concentration on anything else. Then, as if by unspoken mutual agreement, we rolled over, Pearl’s legs still clinging tightly around my body so that we remained joined together. Then she was sitting on top of me, her hips still moving, her gorgeous hard-nippled tits bouncing freely, her head flung back in rapture as I humped powerfully upward to meet her strokes. My hands slid up and down the smooth flesh of her rapidly pumping thighs.

  “Oh, yeah!” Bert exclaimed. He unzipped his fly as he leaned forward to get a better view, and pulled out his veiny, semi-erect cock, which he began to pump. His face was mottled now, his breath coming harder than ever. I felt a hint of uneasiness. Even if it was true that Pearl was hoping for the old man to have a heart attack or something, I certainly wasn’t. But again, Pearl’s wondrous body and the magical things she was doing with it superseded all other concerns.

  “Oh! Oh Jesus!” Pearl gasped out, riding me furiously now. “I’m gonna come, Bert, I’m gonna come now. Watch me, old man, watch this, you crazy old bastard, I’m gonna… Ohhh yeahhhh…”

  And as Bert leaned forward eagerly, his hand clutching his cock and rubbing it up and down, Pearl came explosively, her cunt spasming around my still pumping cock. I gritted my teeth and willed myself not to shoot yet, despite the convulsive gyrations of that pussy and the erotic abandon of her orgasmic cries. At last she collapsed on top of me, panting and kissing my neck.

  Bert was still rubbing his cock. “Jesus, that was something!” he wheezed. “You’re something, boy. Not many guys can make her come like that!” He cackled.

  “Yeah, and he’s still hard, Bert,” Pearl said breathlessly. “Make you jealous, old man?”

  “Shit,” Bert said. “When I was his age I coulda fucked you from here to breakfast, girl. Woulda had you coming till you begged for mercy.”

  “And now you can’t even get it up,” Pearl said. “But George here is gonna fuck me again, right, George?”

  “I sure as hell hope so,” I said.

  “Fuck her in the ass,” Bert said, his eyes gleaming. “She loves it that way, don’t you, you sex kitten.”

  “Yeah, I do.” Pearl got up on her hands and knees. “You want to watch his cock fucking my ass, Bert?” she asked teasingly. “Or you want me to face you so I can suck your limp dick while he does it?”

  “You think I’ll have a stroke or somethin’ if you suck me?” Bert grinned. “Ain’t happened yet, girl.”

  “You never know,” Pearl replied. “Come on, George. Fuck my ass.”

  I was feeling less and less happy about this whole situation. But my dick was still hard and throbbing, and Pearl’s body was no less alluring, and given the way her cunt had felt around that dick I could only imagine what her tight little asshole would feel like. It winked at me tantalizingly as she knelt there facing Bert’s chair, which he now moved close to the bed. Pearl laughed softly, then bent her head and gave his lolling semi-erection a long slow lick. He groaned as she raised her head again.

  My cock was still slick from her pussy, and I used some of her cunt juice to further lubricate her little anus, slipping my finger into the tight opening. My cock twitched as her sphincter clamped down on that finger as if it didn’t want to let it go. I pulled the finger out and replaced it with my cock, sliding it slowly and gradually but with surprising ease into the tiny opening, past her snug sphincter muscles into the dark recesses of her backside. Pearl pushed back at me, emitting soft mewling sounds which grew into a groan of ecstasy as I lodged my full length inside her. I paused, again fighting for control, and Pearl again lowered her head to Bert’s crotch and lapped at his dick with her agile tongue. It stiffened a bit more, but not much.

  I reached around Pearl’s body to clutch at her full firm tits, and cupping them in my hands I began slowly to fuck her ass. Our bodies rocked almost lazily back and forth as I stroked with a gentle rhythm, savoring the tight clutch of her rear passage, the yielding fullness of her breasts in my hands, the sound of her breathless moaning.

  Once again she dipped her head, and this time she nibbled at Bert’s cock with her soft lips, then opened them and took it into her mouth. Bert gave a loud gasp and began to wheeze again. From my own recent experience of that mouth, I could imagine what her tongue was doing on that cock as her head bobbed slowly up and down. I felt my passion building up inexorably now, and I began to fuck faster.

  Pearl kept her moaning mouth on the old man’s dick, sucking it harder as she rocked in rhythm with my faster tempo. I slid one hand off her breast and down between her legs to her clit, stroking it with my fingers, causing her hips to writhe wickedly as she fucked back at me. I heard Bert gasping so hard he was almost choking, but I could think of nothing now but my burgeoning orgasm, which was coming on like an express train. I pounded into her now, and she encouraged me with the wild movements of her body and her muffled cries of joy. She was coming too, and when I fel
t her hips bucking and her asshole spasming uncontrollably around my cock I couldn’t hold out another second, and I shot spurt after spurt of hot jism deep into her bowels.

  “Oh shit, don’t stop, Pearl,” I heard Bert’s cracked voice plead pantingly. “Christ Jesus, don’t stop now, girl!”

  Pearl didn’t stop. As I fell away from her I saw that she still had the old man’s cock in her mouth, her head moving up and down. Though it was still only partially hard, she was taking all of it in with each downward movement, her hand now stroking his balls. Bert’s breath began rattling in his throat, and I started to get really worried about him. But then he let out a hoarse cry and went stiff. His hips came off the chair, and it was obvious that whatever pitiful drops of come he had in him were dribbling out into his young wife’s mouth.

  He was panting like a bellows as Pearl released his cock and lay back on the bed. “Heh!” he gasped out, with a breathless cackle. “That was a good one, Pearl. See, I didn’t keel over, did I? Not this time, girl.”

  “Well,” Pearl said, wiping off her mouth with the bed-sheet, “there’s always next time, old man. I can wait.”

  I decided it was time to get dressed and get out of there. Neither of them tried to stop me. As I left the old man invited me to come back sometime.

  Actually I doubted whether, once I got back to civilization, I would be able to find my way to that place again. Probably it was just as well.—G.H., Los Angeles, California

  DOES SHE DO HIS PAL OUT OF WIFELY LOVE, SPITE OR PURE LUST? OR MAYBE ALL THREE…

  “My friend Ted wants to fuck you,” I said to my wife.

  “I know,” Vangie said. “He always looks at me like I’m a big dish of ice cream and he’s just looking for a spoon.”

  “Nicely put,” I said. “And how do you feel about that?”

  Vangie shrugged. “You know me,” she said. “Faithful as a bird dog.”

  “I know,” I said. “Ted’s not bad-looking though, is he?”

  “Nope.”

  “He’s in good shape, you know, he works out and all.”

  “Yep.”

  “He’s clean, he’s healthy. Not much wrong with him, is there?”

  “Nope.”

  “So how about it?” I said.

  “How about what?”

  “You know. Doing it. Fucking him.”

  Vangie looked at me. I couldn’t read her expression. “What is this?” she demanded. “Penthouse Letters?You turning into one of those guys who obsesses about seeing his wife have sex with another man?”

  “I always liked those letters,” I said.

  Vangie looked at me for a long time. Then she said, “You want me to suck his cock too?”

  “Listen,” I said. “I want you to do just what you want to do. No more, no less. It was just a suggestion, that’s all.”

  “Uh-huh,” Vangie said. “You planning to hide in the closet or watch out in the open?”

  “Look, I just—”

  “And what happens if he’s better than you, Sam? What if his cock is bigger, what if he makes me come more than you do, and harder? What if I fall in love with him? What if I decide I like doing other guys so much I don’t want to stop? What if—”

  “Hey!” I said. “Come on, Vangie. You’re making too much out of this. If you don’t want to, okay, fine.”

  “Oh,” Vangie said, “I want to, Sam. Oh yeah, I want to all right. In fact, I can’t wait. How soon can you get Ted over here? Why don’t you call him up right now? I’m gonna get ready.” And she started pulling her clothes off. Before I could stop her she was naked. “Okay, I’m ready,” she said. “Isn’t he here yet?”

  “Okay,” I said. “Okay, so you’re mad. So it was a bad idea. I’m sorry.”

  “No,” she said. “It was a great idea, Sam. And if you won’t call him up, I will.” She moved past me to get to the phone on the bedside table.

  “Cut it out,” I said.

  But there was no stopping her. “What’s Ted’s number?” she demanded.

  I told her. If that was how she wanted to play it, fine.

  She punched the buttons as though each of them was my nose. “Hello, Ted? Hi, this is Vangie. How you doing, Ted? Oh, good. Me? I’m fine. Just dandy. Listen, Ted, Sam tells me you’d like to fuck me. Hello? You there? Yes, well that’s what he said, Ted. Isn’t it true? Oh, good. That’s nice, Ted. Yes, I know you would never do anything to jeopardize your friendship. But you don’t have to worry about that, Ted. Sam loves the idea. Oh yes, he can’t wait. He wants to watch us do it. You don’t mind that, do you, Ted? What? Well, how about right now? Yes, why not? I’m naked, Ted. All naked and waiting. Come right over.” And she hung up.

  She was still naked when Ted rang the doorbell. She went right to the front door and opened it.

  “Hi, Ted. Come on in.”

  Ted didn’t know whether to shit or go blind, as the old saying has it. I don’t know what the hell sense that makes, but these old sayings can be pretty obscure, and anyway you know what I mean.

  “Hey, Ted,” I greeted him, playing it as casually as Vangie was doing.

  “Damn!” Ted said. “Your wife is naked!”

  “Well, yeah,” I said. “The way you talked about her yesterday, Ted, I got the impression that you’d enjoy seeing her that way.”

  “Come on,” Ted said. “I was drunk. Not that I wouldn’t—I mean not that I don’t—I mean holy shit!”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” Vangie said. “Tell me what you’d like to do, Ted. Exactly, I mean. And we’ll do it. So Sam can watch and get his kicks.”

  “Sam,” I said firmly, “is not going to stand around and play the bad guy here. If you’re gonna be a martyr and sacrifice your lily-white body so you can make yourself some kind of victim of my perverted lust, I’m leaving, and you and Ted can do or not do what you want. Okay?”

  “Okay,” Vangie said. “Fine.”

  “I’m confused,” Ted said.

  “It’s very simple,” Vangie said. “Sam is going to leave, and then I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

  “Great,” I said. “See, Ted, that way Vangie fucks you out of spite, even though she doesn’t really want to, and I don’t get to see it, even though I do want to, and you get what you want, even though it’s for the wrong reasons. Works all the way around.”

  “I think I’ll leave too,” Ted said.

  “Nobody’s leaving,” Vangie said. “And you’re wrong, Sam. I do want to fuck Ted. I’ve wanted to for years. I just never thought of acting on it, because I was married to you. And I never thought you would want me to sleep with another guy, let alone watch. It was a shock. But now I know. So you’re right. We can all get what we want.”

  With that she went over to Ted and pulled down the zipper of his pants. Without pausing she reached inside and pulled out his cock. It was half hard. “There we go,” Vangie said. “This is what I want. This baby is going right up my cunt. Lie down, Ted.”

  Ted looked dazed. Following Vangie’s instructions he lay down on his back on the floor. We were still in the living room. Ted was fully dressed. He looked weird, lying there in his suit and tie and shoes, with his cock sticking up out of his fly.

  “Right up my cunt,” Vangie said again as she knelt beside him. “I better get it wet first, right, Sam?” She didn’t wait for an answer, but bent over and licked his cock with her tongue, taking broad swipes up the length of it. Then she took it in her mouth for a few seconds, all the way in. Ted gasped. A moment later she had straddled his body and was aligning his cock with her pussy. “Here we go, baby,” she said. “Give it all to me.” And she lowered herself onto that rigid pole, sinking down on it slowly and steadily, until she had all of it up inside her.

  I had sat down in a chair and was facing her head-on. She looked directly at me now as she settled down on Ted’s pole, twisting her hips a little as if to adjust herself to its size. “Oh, what a big cock!” she said, a little breathlessly. “Mmmm, it’s so deep i
nside me, baby. I want to ride it now.”

  She started slowly, moving up and down, squirming her body, throwing back her head. She moaned loudly as she moved faster, her breasts bouncing on her chest. She took Ted’s hands and placed them on her tits. “Hold them, baby,” she told him. “Hold them tight. Hang on now, I’m gonna screw the shit out of you.”

  Which she proceeded to do. I was surprised that Ted seemed to have so much staying power. In fact he soon came out of his somewhat dazed state and began to take a more active part. His hands left her breasts and moved up to her head, pulling her down to him so he could kiss her. Her mouth opened as it met his and I could see their tongues moving in and out of each other’s mouth.

  When they broke the kiss Vangie straightened up again and looked at me, still pumping herself up and down on Ted’s strong cock. “Is this what you wanted to see, Sam?” she panted. “You like it, baby? Is it making you hot?”

  Instead of answering her in words, I simply unzipped my pants and let my hard stiff erection spring free. Vangie smiled. It was not a smile I was familiar with, but it was a smile.

  “Nice,” she said. “Bring it over here, baby. Let me get a closer look.”

  I stood up and moved over there, standing close to her as she crouched astride Ted’s body, still moving steadily. She turned her head to me, opened her mouth and took my staff in to it with one gulp. She sucked on it in rhythm with her movements, her mouth sliding up to the tip as her hips rose, then taking me in all the way to the base as she lowered herself onto Ted’s cock. She was moaning now, moaning around my hard flesh, and her tongue stroked the underside rapidly as her body began to jerk and stiffen. The three of us came almost simultaneously.

  “So,” Vangie said, after she had swallowed my come and recovered her breath. “Did you enjoy it, Sam?”

  “I did,” I said. “Did you enjoy it, Vangie?”

  “Actually, yes,” Vangie said. “Did you enjoy it, Ted?”

  “Holy shit!” Ted said.

  Vangie smiled. “Well then,” she said, “why don’t you boys take off your clothes and stay awhile?”—S.J., Boston, Massachusetts