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Letters to Penthouse XIII (33 page)

We hadn’t gotten out of bed for about two hours, and we both needed to eat, so we threw on some clothes and went downstairs to start dinner. We kept kissing and playing with each other as we prepared the meal. So far, this was turning out to be a birthday to remember, and the night was young.

As we ate, we played with each other under the table. Ivy would place her foot in my crotch and play with my cock. After dinner I slid my chair over next to her so we could kiss. Soon we were taking our clothes off. Ivy got up and straddled my lap as I sat in my chair, sliding her wet pussy down over my cock. In this position she could do anything she wanted, and she was soon moving her cunt all over my dick, grinding and pumping, while I played with her tits and sucked her nipples.

Ivy’s body started to tremble; then she was coming all over my dick. Overcome by her orgasm, I shot my come deep inside her as she clenched the lips of her pussy around the base of my hard cock and rocked back and forth.

We then headed back to the bedroom. Ivy sat on the edge of the bed, inviting me to slide my cock in her open mouth. She really loved to suck my dick, holding the head in her mouth and working her tongue over the glans. I loved to see my rod moving in and out of her mouth as she held it tightly with her lips.

Instead of coming down her throat, I got on top of her and slipped my hard dick in her soppy pussy. We fucked very hard for about forty minutes, and I had the most powerful orgasm I can remember. It seemed as if I was coming for three or four minutes. We went on fucking for the next two hours. I came two more times, and god knows how many orgasms Ivy had.

Altogether I came five times that night, one for every ten years of my life. It was the wildest birthday party I ever had!—
T.S., Dover, Delaware

SHE HAD ONE SMALL SECRET FROM HER HUSBAND—HER AFFAIR WITH HER BEST FRIEND

The secrets people keep from each other are sometimes the most important thing in a relationship. Even before I was married, I was keeping just one small secret from my boyfriend—at least I thought it was small.

The night before we were to be married I was scheduled to attend a sort of bachelorette party, hosted by my best friend Judy. Judy had been my friend for fifteen years, and she knew everything about me. She knew how I felt about my husband-to-be; she knew my obsessions, my ambitions—and my secret desire to have sex with a woman.

I arrived at Judy’s house to find a different sort of party from what I had expected. Seated around her living room were four of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. “This is your wedding present from me,” Judy said. Then she said that there was only one catch; the only way I could do anything with these women was to do it to her first. She said she wanted me to show her how it felt to be with another woman.

I was really surprised, but Judy was my best friend, and the presence of the other women was turning me on. Judy gave me an outfit to put on, and I went into the bedroom to change into it.

The costume she had given me was a leather suit with holes cut out for the breasts, and also for the crotch and ass. When I came out, feeling quite self-conscious in this revealing outfit, the four women were gone. Judy told me she had sent them away; it had all been a practical joke. Then she told me not to be disappointed; she had been with women, and she was going to show me what it was all about.

She had set out everything that we would need to play the entire night if we wanted to. There were dildos, strap-ons, vibrators, oils, and anything else imaginable. She started by taking off her clothes. I had seen her naked before, but now I looked at her differently. My pussy started getting wet.

Laying me down on the sofa, she took a small dildo and entered my ass with it. It felt strange at first, but the further in she slid it the better it felt, and after a while I couldn’t get enough of it. Then she got down and ran her tongue up between my legs. My body jerked with excitement. I had dreamed about this, but had never known how good it would be. She made me feel like no man ever had, like I was alive and raring to go. She teased my pussy for the longest time, using her tongue, a dildo, and several other little gadgets that I had never even seen. I began to come, and I just kept on having one climax after another.

When it finally stopped, I couldn’t wait to get between Judy’s legs and taste her, taste the juices that flowed from her pussy. She showed me just how she liked it. She showed me where to put the vibrators too. One of them, a really big one, she wanted deep in her ass. She kept telling me to shove it in deeper. Her body jerked and writhed, and she fucked that vibrator like it was a man. She fucked it so wildly that I could hardly keep my hands on it. At the same time I was trying to keep my mouth on her pussy. Her juices were flowing like crazy, and she came all over my mouth. The more I tried to suck her juices from her the more she came. I couldn’t get enough of her. I stuck two fingers in her pussy and she fucked them, crying, “Give me more!” Finally she begged me to put on the strap-on and fuck her with it. I got behind her and put it in her cunt as deep as I could. She cried out and slammed herself back at me, and I fucked her until we both came again.

We continued on into the wee hours of the morning, and neither of us got any sleep. Finally we took a shower together and got ready for the wedding.

All through the ceremony, all I could think of was her. I kept looking at her in her bridesmaid’s outfit, and afterward I took her aside. I asked her if there was a chance we could do that again. She told me that any time I wanted her, all I had to do was call and she would be right over. The more I thought about that the hotter I got. That night as my new husband was fucking me, I was thinking about what we had done, and he couldn’t believe how hot I was. To this day he doesn’t know about me and Judy. Like I said, secrets can be the most important thing in a relationship.—
Name and address withheld

WHEN HIS SEXY WIFE RETURNS FROM A WILD NIGHT OUT, THEY HAVE A PARTY OF THEIR OWN

I woke up to the sound of something thumping on the front door. Shaken out of a deep sleep, I turned and looked at the alarm clock. It was three fucking o’clock in the morning. I dragged myself out of bed and opened the door. Dinah, my gorgeous, slightly disheveled and completely drunk wife was standing there, holding her keys.

“My key doesn’t work anymore,” she slurred.

“No, honey, I think it’s you who isn’t working right now.” Putting out my hand to steady her, I helped her across the threshold. Once I got the door shut she shoved me against the wall and pushed her tongue into my mouth, licking my teeth and grinding her crotch against my naked and rapidly swelling cock.

“Must’ve been a great party,” I managed to say when I got my mouth free. “Was there a stripper?”

Before answering she spun me around and pushed me over the arm of the couch, both of us falling to the cushions below. “Strippers,” she said, emphasizing the plural. She continued to kiss me, humping at my upper leg as she lay on top of me.

I wanted details, but Dinah was too horny to care. I pulled off her sun dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her thong panties were completely pulled to the side. Her pussy was obviously in a state of arousal, and I wondered if she had been fucked. She was soaking wet, her pubic hair matted down and her lips puffy and swollen. “Did you fuck the stripper?” I asked.

“Strippers!” Again the emphasis on the plural. “And no, I didn’t fuck them.”

“Did you want to?”

“I want to fuck
now
!” was all she said, again pushing her tongue down my throat.

I pulled her stretched-out panties off. “You sure look wide open,” I said.

Holding up her middle and index fingers, she replied, “I have had
these
shoved in there all the way home.”

I engulfed her fingers with my lips, licking her sweet moistness from them, and did she ever taste good! My finger licking was driving her crazy, and she dropped her other hand to her clit. With two fingers pressed firmly against her button, she was on the way to giving herself an orgasm. There was no way I was going to let her make herself come without my help. But there was also no way I was going to get her off before I got the details of the bachelorette party. I had always been very open with her about the activities that had taken place at the bachelor parties I had attended. Generally we are a very open couple, and will do almost anything to arouse each other. So I pressed the issue, and she finally let out the fact that there had been two strippers, both of them athletic-looking black men.

“Did they touch you?” I asked.

“Not exactly,” she replied.

“How ‘not exactly’ didn’t they touch you? Did you touch them?” I insisted.

“I danced between them, okay?” she said, still stroking her pussy. “One was rubbing his erection into my mound, and the other dick was pushing into my butt crack.”

Wow, what a mental picture I was drawing. “Were you naked? Were they naked?”

“I kept my dress and panties on, and they kept their little G-strings on.”

“Did it make you wet?”

“Hell, yes!” Dinah exclaimed. “And all I could think about was how I wished you were there to see it.”

“Me too,” I said. “Sounds hot, go on!”

“The tall one reached into my shirt, pulled on my left nipple, and then it was over!”

“Over?” I inquired.

“Yeah, because then Valerie came out completely naked, lay down on the floor, spread her legs and they were all over her.” Valerie was the bride-to-be in whose honor the party had been thrown.

By now my erection was growing to record hardness. I decided to reward her for being so candid.

“All right,” I said. “I’ll lick you to orgasm if you give me all the details.” I got down between her legs and jabbed my tongue to the darkest depths of her vagina. She was so juicy, it was a real treat. “Go on,” I said, my voice muffled by her crotch.

“All right!” she squealed. “Shut up already and eat me.” So I went on licking her as she told me how the two men had gotten naked and rubbed their very large dicks all over Valerie’s body. Then they continued to dance about the room, offering their dicks to all the women. She said several of the ladies took quick sucks, some trying to deep-throat the massive tools, some just touching them lightly.

“And what did you do?” I asked.

“Nothing. I just sat in the back of the room, admiring the hardware. Then I watched them fuck Valerie, one in her pussy and one up her ass. They pumped her till she screamed with pleasure.” She suddenly realized how candid she was being. “Listen, you can never tell Howard!”

Howard was the prospective groom, and a friend of mine. “Relax,” I said. “I saw him tit-fuck a prostitute at his bachelor party.”

“Okay,” Dinah said. “Keep licking.” I did, and she went on. “Once they were done with her, I looked around the room. Half the girls were passed out, and the ones that were awake were playing with themselves. The guys had fucked themselves out and were already leaving, and I was damned if I was going to join a masturbating party, when your dick was here waiting for me at home!”

She went on to tell me how she had gotten a ride home with her friend Jeannette. On the way, Jeannette filled her in on the details of how she had rubbed and sucked the cock of one of the black strippers. That did it. My wife had pulled her thong aside and plugged her hole with her own hand.

“Did Jeannette know you were stroking yourself?” I asked her.

“No, I was in the back and she was concentrating on driving.”

That seemed to be the whole story. So I stuck my index finger into her pussy as far as I possibly could, massaging her G-spot with my fingertip while I ground my tongue against her clit, and flicked my pinkie around her asshole. That set her off. She moaned loudly and pushed my hand out of her cunt as she came, her body tossing from side to side. I had never seen that much juice drain out of her pussy.

When she was done she smiled and rolled over on her side, ready to go to sleep. “Hold on,” I said. “What about me?” I rolled her over a little more, spreading her legs so I could get access to her flowing cunt, and inserted my massive member into her from behind. She was so loose that I lasted longer than usual, due to the decreased friction. After about fifteen minutes of slow fucking I pulled out of her and shot three huge volleys of come all over her ass and upper legs. What a mess our couch was, with our combined fluids pooling beneath her beautifully naked body.

Dinah started to breathe deeply. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she was out like a light. I couldn’t move her from the couch, so I decided to let her sleep it off right there, all sweaty and naked. I covered her up and went to bed.

When I got up the next morning I found her hunched over on the couch, watching Saturday morning cartoons. I asked her if she’d had a good time last night. She looked at me with bloodshot eyes and replied, her voice crackling, “I think so, and judging by the mess, it looks like you did too!”

“Do you remember anything?” I asked.

“Other than rubbing my crotch on a couple of black cocks, beating off in Jeannette’s car, and you eating me out and fucking the shit out of me, no, nothing,” she replied. “It’s all a blur.” She cracked a perverted little smile and lay back down on the couch, where she stayed for the balance of the day.—
D.M., Tupelo, Mississippi

Fantastic Voyage

 

HIS SEXY DOCTOR IS ABOUT TO GIVE HIM AN ORAL EXAM, BUT HE FAILS THE TEST

I was in the exam room, getting ready for my monthly skin exam. I stripped, draping my extra large threads over the back of the chair. I’m a bodybuilder, thick through the chest, narrow in the waist and narcissistic in the extreme.

A complete skin exam requires that every square inch of flesh be examined, from the scalp to the soles of the feet. Every crease and fold must be carefully inspected.

I spend a significant amount of time on tanning beds, so I like to have my skin checked monthly. That may seem excessive, but one must be on guard against skin disease, and, as I said, I’m narcissistic in the extreme. Also, there is my dermatologist, Doctor Greta Olafson.

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