by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)
We quickly stripped and I fell on the bed, spreading my legs in a lewd gesture. I was so wet down there, and so open, that Maurice just stood there and grinned. His cock, which was huge, pulsated with his heartbeat, and he gently stroked it. What amazed me was its color, a dark chocolate brown, and the enormous set of balls that hung below. I wondered for a second how much come they could hold.
Maurice climbed on the bed beside me, and we started to kiss, with his hand rubbing my clit just right. It felt great, but I could not stand it anymore, and I asked him to fuck me. Spreading my legs, he rubbed his dark purple cockhead up and down my pussy lips. He kept telling me how much he wanted to be inside me, and to fill me with his come. I ached for him. I kept pushing back against him, trying to push my way onto his cock, but he stopped me.
“Are you ready for me, babe?” he asked. “Do you really want this?”
I groaned out that I did, and pleaded with him to fuck me. He smiled, and asked if my ex-husband knew how horny I was. Finally, he eased his cock into me. He was surprisingly gentle. I felt so different. I do not know if it was the contrast of our skin colors, or the knowledge that I was fulfilling a fantasy that all women have of fucking a black man, or whether it was his size, but I felt completely different. All I did was moan in pleasure.
Maurice said I had a “butter pussy,” which I later found out meant it was soft, tight and very wet. He was a gentle lover, and I came several times in half an hour. It felt fantastic when he was all the way in me, like he was touching my heart. He had amazing control, and managed somehow to hold off coming. Gradually, the pace of his thrusts increased. His balls slapped harder at the spot below my pussy, and he stopped kissing me. He was breathing heavier, and I whispered in his ear, was he about to come? He was close, he groaned.
I told him, “Come inside me. I want to feel you come inside me.”
He raised himself on his arms and stopped thrusting. He looked down and grinned. “Babe, you're one great fuck.”
He thrust harder, and I felt twinges of another orgasm. Suddenly he groaned and bucked his hips into mine, and his great cock spurted out his seed deep within me. I could actually feel its throbbing and reached down and massaged his balls. When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, our mouths meeting in a sloppy, tired kiss. When we had relaxed, his limp cock slipped out of my pussy and he rolled over onto my side.
Shortly after we'd caught our breath, we went back into the living room. Marie and Rich were both sweaty and naked, and it did not take a genius-level IQ to realize that they had had their own session. This was my first look at Rich, and while his flaccid penis was not as long or thick as Maurice's, it looked like it could make a woman very happy. And Marie looked like she had enjoyed her first black experience, as I had.
But I was tired, and did not want to stay out all night. So the guys arranged a taxi for us. (Marie slept over at my apartment.) Before leaving, we agreed to meet Maurice and Rich the next night for dinner at a restaurant we all knew, and then go to a dance club.
When we arrived at the restaurant on Saturday night, Maurice was already there waiting. He had chosen a quiet table in the corner away from all the bustle. Marie and I got some interesting looks as we sat down with him. After we ordered drinks, he told us that Rich had to work that night, covering for some guy with a sick kid or something. He hoped that the three of us could have as much fun as before. I know Marie never imagined what he had in mind, and thought we would just hang out together. Although I was not entirely sure what he meant, I felt a twinge in my pussy at the thought of another session with him.
Near the end of our meal, Maurice suddenly asked Marie if she had enjoyed her first taste of black meat. She was visibly embarrassed, and Maurice met her silence with increasingly sexual talk. He asked her how many times she had come, and was it true that she had told Rich she would fuck him anytime he wanted her? I watched fascinated and was turned on as he did the same thing he had done with me—taking her hand and rubbing it on his crotch. Marie began to breathe heavier and moan.
Maurice told her softly, but loud enough for me to hear, that he wanted to fuck the two of us together. She just nodded, and I began to rub my pussy through my dress. I think the waiter saw what was going on, or at least guessed, because there was a noticeable bulge in his pants when he gave us the bill.
We skipped the dance club and went straight to Maurice's. We all knew why we were there, and he guided us into his bedroom, where we all began to undress. It was rather awkward, as I had never been with a couple and I was not into women. But Maurice was generous and gentle and slow in his movements, so that neither Marie nor I felt ignored.
He asked us to give him head, and the two of us sucked his cock. Our lips met at the head, and we kissed over and over while he groaned in pleasure. Marie continued to work over his head and shaft, while I concentrated on his balls. From down there, they were so big, and his cock looked even bigger than it had, like a block of wood with ridges on the sides as the veins bulged with the blood that kept it so firm.
Suddenly Maurice stopped us, saying he would come if we continued. “I want my come to go somewhere other than your mouths tonight,” he said smiling. He asked Marie to sit on his face, and I lowered myself onto his tower. We both rode him that way for a bit, and then I did something extraordinary. I leaned forward and gave Marie a deep kiss, tongue and all.
The mood must have struck her at the same time, as she responded and I came. Maurice didn't see what happened but soon found out. As soon as Marie climbed off his face, I bent down and tentatively began to lick her pussy. I remember thinking how beautiful it looked and realizing why some men enjoy looking at a woman's pussy. As I licked her, Maurice got so excited, he rolled around behind me and slid his cock back in me.
His fucking was like the night before: incredible. His strokes were long and deep, his balls bouncing against my ass. I moaned and could no longer concentrate on Marie. She kissed my face and back. Then she must have slid under me. All of a sudden I felt a tongue on my clit and on my pussy, and Maurice felt it on his cock. We both groaned, and he began to thrust harder.
After a few more minutes of thrusting, Maurice told Marie it was her turn. He pulled his cock out of me and climbed between her spread legs. She smiled as he rubbed his cockhead up and down her pussy lips, which were spread open like a little flower. He slowly pushed himself into her. He looked gigantic with his body draped over hers, humping his hips to send his cock deep in her.
I think she came three times before he pulled out and asked which of us wanted his semen. Marie said she did, and he started fucking her again. A few minutes later he began to groan as his strokes became shorter. He groaned five or six times, then pulled his come-slick cock out and sat up on the bed. Marie just lay there, dazed. I had never in my life seen anything so erotic. I had rubbed myself to two very strong orgasms while they were going at it.
After a little rest and some liquid refreshment, we all began to get antsy again. I guess having a naked black man with such a big penis, capable of producing such exquisite pleasure, was too much for Marie and me not to want a second round. As you might expect, Maurice was willing and, after getting a little head, able to do us again.
Before we began, he asked us if we would do a sixty-nine, as he had never seen two women do that in real life. Although we were nervous, I climbed on top of Marie and planted my pussy on her face. Her licking was fabulous and she brought me to the edge a few times, but never took me over. I was more successful with Marie, who had a very vocal orgasm courtesy of my tongue.
By then, Maurice was ready to go. He climbed in bed behind me, and while Marie continued to lick at my pussy, we began to fuck. As he thrust into me, he breathlessly told me that he was going to deposit his come in me. I don't know if it was the angle of his strokes or the fact that there was another tongue involved, but I had an incredible orgasm, collapsing onto the bed and Marie.
Maurice continued fucking me for what seemed like a half hou
r but was probably a lot less, then groaned and said he was about to come. He ground his hips into mine, and I thought I felt his penis grow even longer and start throbbing. He pushed himself in me as deep as he could and groaned with every spurt. Marie told me later that she was licking and sucking his scrotum and felt his cock pumping come into me. When he pulled out, his chocolate-colored pole glistened with my juices and his semen. Once I caught my breath, I walked to the kitchen to get a drink. When I came back, Marie and Maurice were dozing, and I joined them.
I saw Maurice a couple of times after that, but we never were able to get together long enough to duplicate those two nights. I soon realized that, besides the sex, we had nothing in common. And I was a little uncomfortable being seen around town with him, especially since my ex-husband and he operated in roughly the same social circle.—R.R., Vancouver, British Columbia
TRUMPET TEACHER PUTS HIS LIPS TOGETHER FOR AN INTIMATE TRIO
I had just given a trumpet lesson to Rhonda, a tightly packed eighteen-year-old getting ready to take on college and the world.
The sexual tension had been getting stronger for months. Then she appeared in tight shorts that showed her fine legs to best advantage and a tube top that hid her small, firm breasts but not the hard nipples underneath. Just because a girl plays the trumpet doesn't mean she can't be a fox.
Rhonda is one of those young things that is sexy without knowing it. She's five-two, about a hundred pounds, with dark hair and dark eyes that smolder when she looks at you. The games her eyes had played with mine for six months were coming to a head. I hoped it would be hers on my cock!
This lesson, at her house, was her last before leaving for college. At the end, I complimented her on her rapid progress over the last several months and said I hoped she'd enjoyed our lessons as much as I had. As a gesture of approval, I told her there would be no charge for this lesson and wished her luck at school.
She was a bit flushed and had trouble responding. I asked if anything was wrong. She said she would miss me and our lessons and wanted to thank me for all my help. I said that her being a good student was thanks enough. Before I could say more, she put her arms around my neck and gave me a soft, wet kiss. It was so innocent yet sensual that my body responded instantly.
My cock, already half-hard from her flirtatious comments, sprang to full life and pressed against her bare midriff. When our kiss broke, we stayed with our arms around each other, looking in each other's eyes. Rhonda pressed against me a little harder to make sure I knew she'd felt my hard cock. Then she stepped back, her face the color of blush wine.
I said, “I'd better go—I'll miss you more than you can imagine,” and stumbled out.
I thought that was the end of it, until she called the next night. She said haltingly that she had the house for the weekend, and she and her best friend Pearl were celebrating before going away to different schools. She asked if I would bring over some vodka, then stay to make sure they didn't drive anyplace. It was a lame way of asking for a date, but I didn't complain. My mind wouldn't have won a wrestling match with my dick, which was calculating the possibilities.
When I arrived, about ten, without knowing Pearl, I was thinking of ways to get rid of her so I could be alone with Rhonda. I had a fifth of vodka in my hand, a hard dick in my pants. When the door opened, my mouth must have opened to my knees. The beauty who answered introduced herself as Pearl. She said Rhonda was in the kitchen and I should come in and have a seat.
They had only two things in common—they were both female and beautiful. Pearl had long blonde hair and clear blue eyes set in a face that would have been angelic, except for her sensuous lips and smile. Her shorts left nothing to the imagination. Her large tits were encased in a man's white workshirt with the long tails pulled to the front and tied under them, exposing her hard, flat stomach. The top buttons of the shirt had been left open to expose some breathtaking cleavage.
Rhonda was short, dark and petite. Pearl was taller, maybe five-six, about a hundred fifteen pounds. Oh, yes, there was another thing they had in common—the most beautifully shaped legs. Pearl's were accented by short-heeled sandals, while Rhonda favored pumps. The two of them had me pumped, I can tell you.
When I took my seat, Rhonda came into the room with glasses, ice and O.J. Her flirty smile said this was going to be fun. The thing running through my mind was Pearl. Had Rhonda told her what happened after our lesson? If so, what would she do? Would she have a few drinks and leave? Was I to be teased by two eighteen-year-old goddesses, then sent home with blue balls? A thirty-year-old man can only take so much!
We all had a drink, and it seemed obvious that Pearl wasn't leaving. Both girls were relaxed by the vodka and sitting in all sorts of positions that drove me crazy. Rhonda kept opening and closing her legs or sitting cross-legged in front of me. Her shorts crept up into her pussy, exposing white, lacy panties and a high tan line.
Pearl kept leaning over the coffee table, exposing her tits and smiling when she knew I was looking. I had to make some sort of move, just to see where this might go. Seeing a deck of cards on the coffee table, I asked if they knew how to play blackjack, explaining that it's a common pastime in college. They didn't! I said to myself. Thank you, God!
I explained the basic rules and we ran through a few hands until Rhonda said we should play for stakes. I felt blood rush to my cock, because I knew what I wanted—strip blackjack. I played it as cool as possible, not wanting to be pushy.
“Great,” I said, “but you girls pick the stakes.” Pearl smiled and suggested the losers do whatever the winner said. My dick got bigger.
Pearl won the first hand and grinned as she looked at her friend. “Kiss him like you did yesterday, Rhonda.” Rhonda walked round the table, lust in her eyes. I was sitting on the floor, so as she stood, my face was almost level with her pussy. I detected the familiar musky odor of feminine passion. She took my hand, lifted me up and kissed me. This time there was not only passion but a wet tongue and grinding pussy. When the kiss finally broke, Rhonda kept her body painted to mine. The extra pressure of her pussy was unmistakable. By reflex, my hand dropped to the curve of her tight ass and pulled her closer.
Pearl, smiling a wicked smile, sat cross-legged with both hands ever so slightly rubbing her inner thighs. My eyes fixed on her crotch. Her stretched shorts outlined the folds of her cunt. Matters had gotten infinitely better.
Rhonda won the next hand and wanted Pearl and me to kiss. Pearl stared at my thick seven-incher as I got up. I didn't even pull her up to a standing position. I got on my knees and pulled her to me. First it was soft and tentative. Then she went nuts, grabbing my ass and pulling me against her so hard, I was almost lying on her. She did a number on my cock. By now there was no doubt that the ladies wanted some fun, but I still didn't know if it was just kissy-feely or sucky-fucky. I felt it was time to find out where they wanted to go.
I won the next hand and could tell they were wondering which one I would kiss. Surprise! I said they should pretend they were models for five minutes. The one who struck the sexiest poses would get a kiss. Pearl, the vamp, started. She faced me, legs spread, arching her back to push out her big tits. She brought her arms together in front of her, pushing her tits out even more. Her hands went to her thighs, rubbing sensuously.
Rhonda jumped into the act. She turned her back, spread her beautiful legs and arched her back. Then she blew my mind. She looked over her shoulder and sucked on her middle finger, then bent over a little and rubbed the finger over her pussy. She looked over her shoulder with an I-want-your-tongue-right-there look.
Not wanting to be outdone, Pearl climbed on the sofa facing me and spread her legs. She pulled one leg up so her foot was on the edge of the sofa, then broke the ice and set the tone for the evening by pulling her shorts aside, revealing red bikini panties. Rhonda and I watched her rub her pussy through the wet material. She undid two blouse buttons. With her other hand, she exposed just enough of her tit.
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fter two minutes she said huskily, “I guess I win.”
“Like hell,” Rhonda said. “I get one more try.”
She stood up to show off her legs, then turned her back. We heard a zip. She put her thumbs inside the waist of her shorts, then slowly pulled them down. When her ass was exposed enough to display her lacy white panties, she wiggled and the shorts fell. She turned and stood there in her tube top, her flimsy, wet panties and sexy high heels.
Her eyes had a dreamy quality. Even more slowly she pulled up her tube top to reveal a small, upturned breast. The nipple was rock-hard and blush-pink. She traced a finger around it while her other hand slid down her stomach, disappearing inside her panties. Her hand moved down, and down—until she gasped.
Her breathing became labored as her hand moved over her cunt. Through the transparent material, we saw her finger disappear in her pussy. As slowly as she had put her hand in her pants, she moved it to her mouth and sucked her wet fingers.
I was rubbing my cock through my pants. A hand arrived to help. Pearl was watching Rhonda and rubbing my cock. I wanted to come so badly, I felt faint. I turned my attention from Rhonda and kissed Pearl, who rubbed my cock harder. My hands surveyed her tits. I couldn't believe how full and firm they were. I rolled my fingers around her nipples until she started the guttural moan that says, Fuck me.
With all my attention on Pearl, Rhonda complained, “Fair's fair. Give me some.”
Kissing her, I smelled the musky odor of her pussy. I'd forgotten just how good an unspoiled pussy could be. I wanted to feel and smell it directly. I slid my hands in her panties and she opened her legs for greater access. I plunged a finger in, almost putting her over the edge.
While I finger-fucked Rhonda and teased her clit, Pearl lowered my zipper. I stopped to see what she was doing, and get some perspective. At thirty, I had enough experience to know I had to pace myself to take care of both ladies.
I joked, “Pearl, what the hell d'ya think you're doing?”