Letters to Penthouse XIII (27 page)

He went limp but stayed on top of me with his cock still in my pussy. He kissed my face, neck and ears, and in about five minutes began to get another hard-on. This time he lasted a long time, and I came twice before he had his second climax. When I went home at one in the morning, I had been fucked seven times.

Calvin was horny as a stud horse getting his first mare of the season. I stripped to my panties and got in bed with a man for the second time that night. Calvin removed my panties and looked lovingly at my come-filled cunt.

He really shocked me when he leaned down and kissed my pussy, then gently ate me to orgasm. When he moved up to mount me, he was so hot, he shot his first wad all over me. But he never lost his wood; he entered me as he was still coming, and he was on me and in me all night long.

I fucked Hal about twice a month for the next eleven years, until he moved out of state to care for his aging father. During much of that time I was also doing it with five other men. I usually had sex with two or three men every week, aside from my husband, who fucked me at least twice a day.

When AIDS came along, I stopped fucking around for a while. Until Calvin’s best friend Eliot came to stay with us, that is. Eliot’s wife had left him for another man, and he was way down in the dumps. He had decided to come back to our town, where he had grown up, and maybe make a new start. Calvin invited him to stay with us until he found a place of his own.

Calvin met Eliot at the airport when he got in, and they were a long time getting back to our house. They had been drinking and talking. I fixed them dinner, and they were still talking when I went to bed.

I woke up around midnight to find Calvin eating my pussy. Then he mounted me and started to fuck me gently. As he did, he talked softly, telling rile that Eliot needed a piece of my ass. I was really glad to hear that, as I knew that Eliot would be safe and disease-free. Before Calvin could come, I pushed him off and told him to stay hard.

I went to Eliot’s room wearing only a robe. He was looking at a snapshot of his wife when I walked in. He asked me what I was up to, and for an answer I simply let my robe drop to the floor.

“I’m here to fuck you, Eliot,” I said.

Eliot stared at me. “But you’re Calvin’s wife!” he said. “I can’t do that!”

“Oh, yes you can,” I smiled. “Calvin sent me in here to screw you and get your mind off your troubles. It will be good for me too, and Calvin will go crazy when I tell him about it.”

That was all it took. He fucked me to three orgasms that night, and the next night Eliot, Calvin, and I went to bed together. We got along really well. They took turns with me all night, and I had the best sex of my life.

Eliot got divorced, started a new job and moved in with us. So for the past twenty-one years I have had two husbands, and it is a rare day that I don’t get a double injection of delicious dick.—
Name and address withheld

SHE WENT BACK FOR A REUNION WITH AN OLD LOVER, AT HER HUBBY’S SUGGESTION

A while back my husband Fred wrote a letter to you about a wild summer he and I spent in Florida, where I met a fabulous man named Rick. Just recently the three of us got together again, and I want to share the details with you.

When the subject of where to go on our vacation came up this year, Fred suggested Florida. I asked him why, and he said, “Because we both love it, and Rick and I can both make wild passionate love to you.” I felt a twinge in my pussy as my mind raced at the possibilities.

The weeks passed slowly, but finally it was vacation time and we arrived at our temporary love shack on the beach. My hubby and I needed to freshen up after our long trip, so we jumped into the shower. Rubbing and scrubbing and lathering each other up got us both horny as hell, so without even stopping to dry off we made love on the sink, the floor, and the bureau before falling, blissfully exhausted, into bed.

Before I had a chance to collect myself, the phone rang. It was my lover, Rick, returning my earlier page. Our conversation immediately turned to sex. He asked me if I had gotten any lately, and he wanted details. It was wildly erotic to be in Fred’s arms, still covered with his come, as I described to my lover the wild sex I had just experienced.

Rick must have felt the same way, because as I climbed into his car fifteen minutes later he planted his lips on mine, sticking his tongue halfway down my throat. When he finally managed to tear himself free we headed for our favorite strip club.

When we walked in I saw to my delight that Renee, the stripper Fred and I had played with on my last trip, was doing her routine. We quickly found seats near the stage. I saw that Renee remembered us, and she began to put on a special show just for Rick and me. She danced seductively in front of us, obviously enjoying her ability to turn us on. Halfway through her routine she removed her G-string, exposing her beautifully trimmed pussy, and sat on the edge of the stage, her love muffin only inches from my face. She spread her sweet pussy lips, gently caressing them just the way I remembered doing a year ago. Meanwhile Rick was spreading mine as he buried his middle finger in my very well-lubed love tunnel. I returned the favor by sliding my hand down his shorts and stroking his rock-hard tool, spreading the slippery pre-come up and down the shaft of the penis I loved so much.

The combination of Renee’s pussy, Rick’s fingers in my snatch and his hot dick in my hand sent me over the edge. Rick could tell by the way I clenched his fingers with my pussy that I had just come, and he gave me a mischievous smile when I told him it was only a little orgasm and that I wanted more. I kissed Renee good-bye, pulled Rick’s fingers out of me and led him out the door as quickly as I could.

On the short ride back to my hotel I sucked on Rick’s beautiful penis, not caring who saw me, bringing him right to the edge but not over, because I wanted his seed in my pussy. When we got to the hotel we parked in the underground garage and hurried to the elevator. As I pushed the up button, Rick gently turned me around to face him. I could see the lust in his eyes, and I could see his cock as he pulled it out and lifted my skirt at the same time. There was nothing for me to do except pull my wet thong aside. Before I could take a breath he was inside me, pinning me to the cool wall with his hard penis and muscular body.

It was wildly erotic to be fucking in public, and I thought I was going to come right there. But he wasn’t inside me for more than a moment before the elevator door opened. Luckily the two people who got on were senior citizens whose eyes must not have been too good, because they didn’t notice a thing as Rick pulled out. We had to contain ourselves as we rode up to my floor, but not being able to do anything but look at my lover only made me want him more.

When the elevator doors opened we practically ran to my room. Once inside, our tongues entwined as we tore at each other’s clothes and tumbled naked into bed with me on top. I kissed my way down his body, savoring each moment as I anticipated the taste of his penis. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, my tongue swirling around his cockhead as he moaned with pleasure. I love to swallow his seed, but I badly wanted him inside me, so I only teased him for a moment or two before I straddled him, slowly lowering my wet and very willing pussy onto his tool.

I rode my lover like a woman possessed, until I had an orgasm so intense that I shuddered. Then it was his turn to ride me. I rolled over onto my back and he plunged his dick into my shaved pussy gently teasing me. Looking down between our bodies I could watch his penis sliding in and out of me. Within minutes he had sent me over the edge again. When my convulsions subsided I whispered in his ear how much I wanted his come inside me. That was all it took; his body stiffened and I could feel his penis twitch as he filled me with his warm semen.

To my delight, Rick wasn’t finished. He pulled his dick from my snatch only to replace it with his tongue, carefully licking his come from me, and giving me little electric shocks every time he hit my clit. By the time he finished licking my pussy we were both ready to go again. I took him in my hand and guided him back into my love hole as I licked our combined nectar from his face, savoring the sweetness of it. He thrust into me just long enough to thoroughly wet his cock; then he reached down and put his cockhead against my tight asshole.

I had never been able to say no to Rick, and I wasn’t going to start now as I felt him slowly enter my butt. He gave me a second or two to get used to his size, then started pounding away, with his pelvis hitting my clit just right. In less than a minute I was coming again, clenching my ass around his dick.

Rick only gave me a moment to recover before he rolled me over face down on the bed and plunged into me again to the hilt. I loved it as he fucked me from behind, with a hand on one of my breasts and the other on my pussy, gently diddling my clit. From the sounds he made as he thrust his dick into my ass he must have been feeling the same way. His moans of pleasure got louder and louder, until I felt him ram into me as hard as he could. The sensation of his pulsing dick as his seed filled my ass was pure heaven.

We lay exhausted in each other’s arms, with his semi hard dick still in my ass. I wanted to stay connected to him like that forever, but he had to go to work. He kissed me gently on the back of my neck as he withdrew from me. I rolled over and watched him dress, missing him already. Before he left he came over to the bed and kissed me with so much passion that I didn’t want it to end. As he walked out the door I promised him that this would not be our last time together.

As I lay there waiting for my husband to return, I could feel Rick’s seed seeping from my pussy and ass, making a small lake on the bed. In a couple of minutes I heard Fred’s key in the door, and then he was standing at the foot of the bed, staring at his well-fucked wife. All he said before climbing into bed with me was that he had never seen me look more beautiful.

The fantastic lovemaking that followed will have to wait for another letter.—
H.D., Eugene, Oregon

HER BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO HER HUSBAND: A TAPE OF HER SCREWING TWO BLACK MEN

To the outside world, my wife Grace and I are about as average as you can get. We are in our mid-thirties and we both have normal corporate-type jobs; we live in the suburbs and have a child, a dog, a cat, a minivan, and a sedan. No one meeting us would think we have anything but a normal, straightforward sex life.

I go to the gym twice a week to lift weights, and Grace is a runner. She runs marathons, and sometimes even makes a little extra money at it, depending on how she finishes. Grace is a foxy type with long brunette hair. She is five feet six inches tall and weighs about a hundred and eight pounds. She has very sexy legs, the kind with long, tight runner’s muscles, and an ass that is firm and tight and round. Her habit of running up hills has kept that ass from sagging, which is nice for me, since I am an ass man.

Grace keeps her pussy shaven, and she loves it when I “swab her decks.” That’s what she calls it when I spread her legs wide and hold them in the air as I lick and tongue her sweaty cunt and asshole after she runs, until she pleads with me to fuck her. A good old-fashioned missionary fuck in her cunt is her favorite, but she loves to take it up the ass too.

Grace knew that I had a strong desire to watch her have sex with another man, but she wasn’t comfortable with doing something like that in front of me. An exhibitionist she is not. She did have some fantasies of her own though, one of them having to do with a black man using her body to pleasure himself. She had never had interracial sex, and really wanted to try it someday, but not with me there watching her.

However, we did play a lot of fantasy games on our own. For instance, sometimes Grace would ask me to blindfold her and fuck her hard, as though she was some cheap slut whore. Then she would take off the blindfold, leave the room and come back in with my come running down her legs. She would lie on the bed and I would lick her clean while she told me how her fantasy lover had just fucked her silly. This would get me hard again in no time, especially if she came again while I licked her, and then I would enjoy my own sloppy seconds.

Another of our games involved our meeting at home for a quickie at lunchtime. I would bend Grace over a chair and bang away as hard and as fast as I could, ravishing her cunt or her ass. This was like foreplay to her; it would make her so hot. Then we would bolt back to work. When we went to bed that night she would be all over me. She would get me to tongue her ass while she told me how her lunchtime lover had made her scream with ecstasy as he fucked her there.

One Saturday morning, the day after my thirty-sixth birthday, Grace surprised me with a very hot birthday gift. She had gotten up at six in the morning, as usual, to go running. On the way out she told me that her mother would be coming by to take our daughter for the weekend, and she wanted to take me out for a birthday lunch around noon.

It wasn’t until about two o’clock that Grace got back home, and she certainly looked as if she had been running a long time. She was carrying a videotape cassette. “Happy birthday, dear,” she said, smiling at me. “Would you like to swab my decks? Well, watch this first.” And she slipped the tape into the VCR.

The tape began with Grace looking into the camera and wishing me a happy birthday; but what caught my attention was the black man standing in the background. In a moment she turned to him and they kissed. While she held onto his neck, he ran his hands down to her butt and pulled her running shorts up into the crack of her ass.

“Man, what an ass,” I heard a voice saying, and then I saw a second black man walk up behind her and kneel down to fondle her backside. This startled Grace enough for her to break off her kiss and look down over her shoulder. The black guy holding her whispered something to her, and Grace closed her eyes. The guy behind her then pulled down her shorts and panties while the first one held her in his arms. The second one ran his hand up between her legs, bringing a gasp from her. I could tell that he was fingering her pussy.