Letters to Penthouse XI

by Letters to Penthouse XI- Where Your Wildest Fantasies Come True (epub)

  Then she pushed me back on the seat behind me and cleaned off my love-muscle with her tongue, keeping me stiff. She put my feet up on a cooler and sat on the highest part of my anatomy, sliding herself slowly down. She faced away from me so she could play with my balls, leaving her rosette for me to play with while I watched my shaft slide in and out. That also let her see the people on the beach watching us screw.

  We were so horny that we hadn't made it too far from shore and now we had started drifting even closer inland. People were watching, which excited us even more. I stuck my finger deep into her pussy to get it wet, and then used her love juices to lubricate her ass as she bucked up and down. Diana's ass is perfect too: firm and tight. She loves to have her asshole teased, stroked and penetrated. When I started rimming her—and when she saw the people watching her ride me—she completely lost control. Leaning forward with her hands on my knees, creating the perfect angle for my cock to hit her G-spot, she began to pump and grind on me faster. She grunted every time my cock hit her G-spot, finally crying out, “Oh yeah, make me come! Fuck me harder!” I was giving it to her as hard as I could until she began to shake and finally collapsed on my legs. I came in her at the same time and the heat was incredible. She lay there for a few minutes while her spasms subsided. I looked up and we were almost in the surf.

  She jumped off me, waving at the people on the beach while I cranked the motor and headed offshore again. She sat on the bow, spread her legs wide and fingered herself in front of me while I piloted the boat. Just to tease me more, she would take her wet fingers and clean them off with her tongue.

  I finally shut the boat down and motioned for her to come to me. I lifted her up onto a bar behind the console and laid her on her stomach with her pussy just at the edge. I was so horny from watching her play with her cunt that I rammed my cock into her and began fucking her hard, slapping my balls up against her. She was hanging on for dear life and humping back as hard as she could. I watched my dick slide in and out, pulling gobs of come and pussy juice with every stroke.

  Her ass was spread open in front of me again, so I used my spunk to lube it up and started popping my thumb in and out. I stuck my dick inside her and started pounding away. Diana was breathing harder and harder every time, rocking her head back and forth until she finally came again. She was shaking and shuddering until I shot a load into her cunt for the final time. I picked her up and held her close to me while we cooled down.

  After a while, Diana said, “Look over your shoulder, honey!” We were about two hundred yards from a shrimp boat, and the whole crew was on the rail clapping for us. Laughing, we took a bow and then headed back to shore, not believing we had performed for an audience twice that day. We had dinner and headed back to her room for more. But that's another story.—S.B., Pompano Beach, Florida

  AN OLD DOG TEACHES A YOUNG PUP SOME NEW TRICKS

  I'm eighty-two years old, and the medicine I was prescribed after having a heart attack made me impotent. Since I became unable to satisfy my wife like I had before, it became important to me to have another man fuck her. This is how it happened.

  My wife Clara is sixty-nine. She's still attractive—not fat, just plump—and she was a good fuck when she was younger. There was never a time during our married life when she wasn't ready for sex.

  Several years ago we met a young man named Norman, who was thirty-six years old, separated from his wife and living alone in an RV. After a few moments with Norman, I said that Clara was interested in him and loves to fuck. It's hard to interest someone in a woman of Clara's age, but finally he became interested himself. (I had told him my wife was fifty-eight, because she looks and acts no older.)

  One day I called him, saying my wife might be coming to visit him and she was horny as hell. It wasn't true, of course. Norman said, “If she does come over and she's ready for me, sure I'll fuck her. I'm horny as hell and haven't gotten fucked in three months. I just lie here and beat my meat while I look at that picture of your wife you gave me.”

  Norman called me back that night and said Clara hadn't visited him. Acting surprised, I said, “Why don't you come up here Sunday morning at nine o'clock? I'll go to get a paper and I'll call to say I got a flat tire. Just ring the doorbell. Clara will be asleep, but the bell will wake her up. She'll think I locked myself out again. She'll come to the door wearing her nightgown. Hug her and pick her up. She'll slide back down, and you can hike her gown up and see her cute blonde pussy. Set her down on the living-room carpet, put her legs over your shoulders and muff-dive her. She loves it. When you're ready, throw the rod to her. But go easy on her at first, because she hasn't been fucked in several years.”

  I left on Sunday morning and parked my car on a side street. When Norman drove up, I went over everything again, then left. After an hour and a half I phoned home. Norman answered. I asked if it was okay if I came home. He said it wasn't.

  “Why not?” I asked. “Can't you fuck her?”

  He said, “I've already fucked her once. She's in the bathroom cleaning up, and when she comes out, I'm going to fuck her again.”

  I said, “Tell her I'm waiting to get the tire repaired.”

  He said, “Okay. She's just coming out of the bathroom now.”

  I told him to have a good one and hung up the phone.

  I haven't watched Norman fuck Clara yet, but I envision it. I asked him what size cock he has. He said about six inches long, almost five inches around—a good size piece of meat. He sees her a couple of times a week now, sometimes in his RV, sometimes at a motel out of town. He always tells me what happens.

  A few weeks ago they did something I never did. They were in a 69 after a fuck and Norman thought he'd try a new move. He pressed a finger against Clara's ass as he tongued her clit. He finally got a half inch into her. He let it just stay there, and finally she relaxed a bit and he gently finger-fucked her ass as he nibbled his box lunch. He said she went berserk when she came. Norman wants to fuck Clara in the ass sometime, but he hasn't gotten around to it yet.

  Since Clara and Norman started fucking, she seems calmer, quieter and more loving. Norman says that he's my best friend for life and that my wife is the best fuck he's ever had, including his ex-wife. I'm happy as a clam seeing her so satisfied.

  I realize this letter may not interest younger readers, but remember, there's a vast group of oldsters out there who are still interested in sex—and not with twenty-two-year-old lassies. As Norman says, “Boy, I love all the experience Clara has! Plus sex without a condom and not having to withdraw makes for one hell of a good fuck. And after all, your goal in life should be to have a good fuck, not just find someone you can shoot your load in.”—S.D., Miami, Florida

  TAKING EROTIC PHOTOS BRINGS OUT HIS WIFE'S MOST SALACIOUS DESIRES

  I've always known that I have both voyeuristic and exhibitionistic tendencies. When I married my lovely wife Jill, I was pretty sure that she shared these proclivities, although she wasn't consciously aware of them herself. I figured it was my job to bring her true desires to the surface, and when I saw my opportunity I seized it.

  One evening we were preparing our outfits for a weekend ski trip, when out of the blue my sexy wife came into the room wearing some ski bibs—and nothing else. She looked terrific. Just enough of her 38D breasts were showing to make her look erotic as hell.

  I asked her to wait a minute while I got out my camera to shoot a couple of pictures. When she asked me why I wanted to take pictures when I could have the real thing, I looked her straight in the eye and told her I wanted the pictures so that I could show her off to other men.

  Jill's first reaction was an incredulous, “You want to do what?”

  I calmly repeated that I wanted some really sexy pictures of her to show to other men. And then, I added, if they were interested I wanted to invite them home to fuck her. Jill was shocked at first, but soon she became curious. And that's when the fun began.

  First I took a couple of shots with a little bit of b
reast exposed. Then I got her out of the bibs and into some blue jeans and a fur-lined leather jacket. She looked damn hot, and I was getting hot as well. Soon I was taking nude shots of her fine 38-26-36 frame. I took a few more with her spreading her cunt open so a guy could get a good look at what he might be getting into, then some of her stuffing her pussy with an eight-inch rubber dildo. After that I got out the timer so I could take some with my cock in her pussy and in her ass.

  Jill had never been so turned on in her life. She was really getting into our photo session, and she wanted to make the pictures really good for any guys who might see them. She's a sexy but somewhat reserved married lady, and she was getting all hot over the thought of me bringing someone home to fuck the living daylights out of her!

  When she asked how I planned to get the pictures developed, I told her I was going to take the rolls to a one-hour photo place the next day and see if they would process them.

  When I returned home the next evening she couldn't wait to see the pictures, so I brought them out to show her how great she looked. I told her that I had bribed the guy in the photo shop not to make a fuss about the content of the pictures, and I added that he had a huge hard-on when he finished processing them.

  That did it. In five minutes Jill was out of her clothes and into a see-through red negligee eager to take more pictures. I was ready, willing and able. Much to my surprise, she had shaved her pussy for the first time. She told me she had thought about fucking other men all day long, and she was red-hot. We took some pictures, then sucked and fucked for a while and took some more. I got some great ones of her coming all over my prick, my hand and her own hands. And then we fucked again.

  I've shown these pictures to lots of guys, and they all say they can't wait to get their hands on this super-sexy little lady. When I tell Jill that, she goes crazy. We talk a lot about how she could have one guy in her pussy, one in her mouth and me in her ass. Whenever I touch her ass now with her little vibrator, she comes in about five seconds.

  I haven't actually gotten around to bringing any guys home to fuck her yet; we've been keeping each other too busy. We've never had so much sex in such a short period of time. But we fully intend to bring another man home to our bed soon. Having succeeded in bringing out my wife's true nature, I don't see any reason to stop now. I'll let you know what happens then.—T.Q., Racine, Wisconsin

  True Romance

  A NIGHT AWAY FROM HOME LEADS TO LUST IN THE LOCKER ROOM AND SEX IN THE SAUNA

  My wife and I have been married for eighteen years. We have four children and we both work demanding jobs, so it is hard for us to get a chance to spend time alone. Recently, though, we were able to get away for one night. We found a sitter for the kids and booked a room at a nice hotel in San Francisco.

  We checked into the room and got ready to go to dinner. Tammy went into the bathroom to bathe and change, and when she came out I nearly fell over. Her outfit was incredibly daring, as though she was looking for someone to fuck her silly. She wore a pair of tight black jeans with no back pockets. No panty lines were visible, and the smooth material sculpted her gorgeous ass for all to see. For a blouse she was wearing a sheer black body suit, and the lack of a bra allowed her breasts and nipples to be seen almost as clearly as if she were naked.

  I gulped and asked if she really planned to wear that out in public. She assured me that she did, though she said she would cover herself with a loose-fitting wool blazer. The blazer helped to conceal her somewhat, but it was still clear to anyone who cared to notice that she was not wearing a bra.

  It was difficult to concentrate on dinner, and naturally our conversation revolved around sex. After dinner we went to a bookstore, as Tammy wanted to browse and maybe pick out a couple of good books to take home. At one point I talked her into unbuttoning the jacket so that it swayed freely, revealing her ample and highly desirable chest. She seemed to enjoy the freedom of being away from home and putting on this revealing show for me. My erection, which had first come to life back in our hotel room, had hardly subsided all evening.

  When we got back to the hotel I was all over Tammy in the elevator, groping, touching and kissing her. I began to rip off my clothes as soon as we were in the room, but Tammy wanted to take a swim in the pool. Reluctantly I agreed, and we headed out to the pool area. There was no one else there at that time, and we groped and fondled each other as we played in the water. She wanted to continue to swim, but I had noticed the sauna in the men's locker room, and told her that I was going to check it out.

  I love the feel of being in a sauna and rarely have the opportunity to use one at home. I shed my swim trunks, turned the heat on high and stretched out on one of the cedarwood benches. I placed a towel over my still-straining erection, closed my eyes and began to think about Tammy in the revealing outfit she had worn earlier. She is still quite a beautiful woman, and I felt lucky to have a wife who still looked good in that kind of outfit, and was still playful enough to put it on.

  All of a sudden I heard the door open. I was embarrassed at the way my dick was poking up under the thin towel, and moved to cover myself more effectively. As I opened my eyes I gasped to see Tammy standing in front of me butt-naked! She grinned at me and said she wanted to make sure I wasn't in here beating off. Since I wasn't, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She got down on her knees and took me all the way down her throat.

  I couldn't believe it! We were in the men's sauna, and someone could have come in any moment and caught us. But Tammy didn't seem to be worried about that, so I decided to get a little daring too. I stood up and led her out into the locker room. I had her bend over and place her hands against the lockers, and then I easily slid my dick into her wet cunt. I grabbed her hips and hammered my cock into her dripping, hungry pussy.

  She was oblivious to our surroundings, calling for me to fuck her faster and harder. By now I was so far gone that I was almost hoping someone would come in on us. I wanted others to know how hot and hungry my wife was for sex. We fucked this way till we both came, but we were still so hot that we knew it was just the beginning. We found some robes and sprinted for our room.

  Once inside, we fucked on the chairs, on the floor and on the bed. We sucked, stroked, licked and explored each other with fingers and tongues and toys. At one point Tammy had me lie on the bed facedown and began to kiss and massage my ass. She worked one finger around the outer rim of my asshole until I was on the verge of a massive orgasm. She replaced her finger with her tongue, and licked and tongue-fucked me until I spewed my come on the sheets.

  I was still so turned on from the night's activities that my erection remained taut. I pulled out Tammy's vibrator and began to rub it against her heaving furry mound. She was writhing in a state of intense arousal, reveling in what I was doing to her. I slid under her and inserted my dick into her pussy as I held the vibrator against her clit. It wasn't long before she was moaning and contracting and gasping for air. She began to come in torrents of pleasure. She came two or three times in a row, until we both collapsed in exhaustion.

  Later that evening we watched part of an adult movie and fucked again before falling asleep. I woke up the next morning to find Tammy fondling my ass again. I spread my legs to allow her all the access she needed. She somehow knew just how to twist and maneuver her fingers to touch all the right buttons. I pushed back against her fingers, humping her hand. As I drew close to climax, she moved to engulf my straining dick with her mouth. I shot instantly and powerfully down her throat, and she swallowed it all and licked me clean.

  I never thought I would be so happy to have anything inserted into my asshole, but Tammy sure had me going. Now she wants us to get one of those strap-on penises and fuck me with it. If she continues to be as wildly sexy and uninhibited as she was that night, then I'm willing to let her do anything she wants!—B.E., San Jose, California

  A TASTY OFFICE ROMANCE STARTS OVER PIZZA AND ENDS WITH CHINESE TAKEOUT

  I recently took a new job t
hat required me to open an office in a shared executive suite, a setup where five or six individual offices share a common area with a secretary, fax, copying machine and conference room.

  There was a nice mix of people, including a woman named Diane, who had a travel charter business. She was a thirty-seven-year-old redhead who looked—to put it in one word—hot. After I got to know her I learned that she was married, with two kids, and had started her business to help make ends meet when her kids started school. The business had taken off and she was doing quite well financially, which was good because her husband had recently been laid off from a local factory and spent more time drinking and shooting pool with his buddies than looking for a new job.

  Being married myself, and never having strayed, I regarded Diane as an attractive woman who was pleasant to look at and to have an occasional daydream about, but nothing more. Trying to get ahead in my new job, I spent a lot of extra time in the office, and sometimes worked into the late evening. Diane would usually go home around five to make dinner for her family but sometimes came back around eight to make calls to clients who couldn't be reached during the day. We gradually became quite friendly during those late evenings.

  After a couple of months, I noticed that Diane was coming back to the office almost every evening. When I asked her about this, she replied that her kids, who were now teenagers, wanted to do things with their friends and not with Mom, and that she didn't care to watch TV while her husband slept in his chair, worn out from his daily escapades with his buddies.

  It occurred to me that the guy must be an idiot to ignore such a good-looking sexy wife, but I thought no more about it, as I still considered us just friends. Then everything changed.

  Last Tuesday I was still working in my office a little after ten o'clock, when Diane stuck her head in and asked if I was hungry, as she had just ordered a pizza. I replied in the affirmative and asked what she had to wash it down with. She said all she had to offer was cups and the water cooler, so I ran across the street to a liquor store for a bottle of wine and a six-pack of beer.