Letters to Penthouse XIII (28 page)

“She’s wetter than any woman I’ve ever felt before,” he remarked, as Grace stepped out of her shorts and panties and spread her legs wider, allowing him more room to finger her.

“Taste her,” the first man said, and Grace gasped again as the one behind her pressed his face into her rear and pulled her butt cheeks apart. This went on for a couple of minutes, and soon Grace was grinding her ass into his face harder and harder.

“Man, this chick is too much,” the second guy said as he stood up and removed his pants. His cock was fatter than mine was, but not quite as long. He pressed himself against her from behind, and from the way he pushed himself forward I could tell he was entering her cunt.

My cock was throbbing at this point as I watched one black man holding my wife while another fucked her from behind. Grace rested her head on the chest of the man in front of her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. The one fucking her was pumping into her so hard that her heels were lifted off the floor with each stroke. I watched in fascination as Grace cried out that she was going to come. “Yeah, baby. Come for me,” the one fucking her growled. When she did, it was quite a thrill to see her wedged between the two of them, spasming and squirming.

After pulling out of her, the second man led her to the bed that stood near one wall, and lay her back with her butt at the edge of it. He then lifted her legs, and Grace bent her knees and spread them apart. Her back was to the camera now, so I couldn’t see her cunt. The first man now started stripping, revealing a cock that was longer but thinner than his buddy’s. I watched as he took the other man’s place between her legs. Grace’s head fell back and she let out a low moan.

Suddenly the camera started moving around the bed; the second guy must have been repositioning the tripod. Now I could see between her legs but all I saw was the butt of the man who was fucking her. But he soon began to slide her across the bed with his powerful strokes, until he was on the bed with her, on his knees as he drove into her. Now I got a better view of my wife’s cunt being penetrated. She kept sliding across the bed until her head hung off the far side. The man fucking her put his hand under her head and held it up as he kissed her again. She responded avidly, with open-mouthed, passionate kisses. I saw him tense up and I knew he was coming, filling her box with his jism. He seemed to go on coming for a full minute, and when he pulled out, Grace’s cunt gushed with his sperm.

“Clean me up, baby,” the man said, standing up next to the bed. Grace had never been much into come swallowing with me, but she didn’t hesitate. She got down on her knees and licked his balls, then tongued his shaft up and down a few times. Then she took as much of his limp cock into her mouth as she could, cleaning it of any trace of come, while he slowly fucked her face. She sucked him until he was hard again, then got up on the bed again and lay down on her back.

The second man now got on the bed and moved between her legs, spreading them wide. He pushed her running bra up so he could suck her tits. Soon she was panting and caressing the back of his head. Again I watched my wife being fucked, but this one was much slower and gentler. At one point her head turned sideways to face the camera, and I saw the look of pure satisfaction on her face.

When this man finally came and pulled out of her, Grace just lay there on the bed, her breasts rising and falling as she recovered her breath. Finally she sat up, her hair all in a mess, and asked where the bathroom was. I saw the large wet spot on the bed as she got up and left the room.

When Grace returned she again lay on the bed, this time face down, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to her chest. Her ass stuck up in the air like an obscene invitation, and I knew what was coining next. Sure enough, the taller man now appeared with a tube of K-Y jelly. Squeezing some onto his fingers, he worked it into her asshole, and Grace held her cheeks apart to make it easier for him.

As the man lined himself up with her asshole, my wife turned her head to the side and looked directly into the camera. But the moment he pushed into her ass, her eyes closed and she buried her face in the pillow. After a moment I saw that she was pushing her ass toward him as if urging him on. “Oh god, you’re big!” she moaned.

The man continued to slide himself inside her, taking it easy, until he had buried his whole shaft in her anus. Then he started fucking her slowly, in and out. “Oh, baby,” he growled. “I’ve dreamed of taking your sexy ass ever since I saw you at that first marathon.”

Well, now I knew how she had met them, or at least one of them. Through her running. And it was obvious that the man had stamina. He screwed her in the ass for seventeen minutes. I know, because I timed it. Halfway into it, Grace reached beneath herself, and I knew she was playing with her clit. Shortly after that she started bucking against him, and then she buried her face in the pillow and let out a muffled groan as she came. He went on, quickening his strokes until finally he stiffened and shot into her ass with his cock.

When he pulled out of her his buddy immediately took his place, grasping Grace’s hips and pulling her up onto her elbows and knees. Her ass must have been dilated from the previous fucking, because even with his thicker cock he was able to push into her more quickly and easily than the first man. He really went to town on her ass, too, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. He slammed into her over and over, so that her butt cheeks rippled with the impact, and her tits jiggled beneath her. “Tell me how it feels, baby,” he grunted. “You like getting your ass fucked hard, right?”

Grace lifted her head and panted, “Yes! Yes! Fuck my … ass … yes!” As she spoke her head jerked back and forth along with the rest of her body.

At that point I lost it Grace had stated stroking my cock through my pants as we watched the tape, and now I let go a really big load, making a large wet spot on my trousers. Grace just smiled at me. But even after I came I was still unable to take my eyes from the action on the screen.

The guy fucking my wife’s rear now asked her if she wanted him to come in her ass. Her response quickly made me hard again, “Yes!” she groaned. “Please come in my ass! Fill my nasty ass, fill it with your come!” He did, too. He came hard, grinding against her and then collapsing on top of her as he emptied his nuts in her rear. Then, before he even pulled out of her ass, the tape ended.

“Well, dear, what did you think?” Grace asked. She stood up and removed her shorts, her bra and her come-stained panties. “Would you like to swab my decks?” She lay down on the floor in front of me. There was dried come all over her pussy and ass, and on the insides of her thighs. “Baby,” she said, “if you eat me until I come, I’ll do anything you want, whenever you want. Eat me out and show me how much you like what I did.”

When she put it like that, I couldn’t resist I got down and started licking. Her taste was hard to describe, but once I got used to it I decided I liked it I licked all around her pussy, down her legs and back up again. I tongued her asshole, sucked on her pussy lips and tongue-fucked her squirmy cunt. Finally her stomach began to twitch, and then she came.

After that I got on top of her and fucked her pussy wildly. Then I turned her over and nailed her sexy asshole. I screwed her that way until we both came again. It was utterly fantastic for both of us.

Later I told her I wanted to meet her friends, and watch her with them in person. She said she would consider it. We haven’t done it yet, but our marriage has never been hotter.—
D.S., Ames, Iowa

ON THEIR HONEYMOON HIS BRIDE DISCOVERS HER NEED FOR VARIETY—LOTS OF IT

Maureen and I have been married for nineteen years. We first met in college, when I was doing graduate work in education and functioning as a teaching assistant in one of her undergraduate courses. Occasionally she would come to see me during office hours to go over the lecture material and readings. There was always an incredible sexual tension whenever she entered the room. She was a striking young woman, with a fantastic 36-24-35 figure and she often wore short skirts or shorts, and tight T-shirts or blouses with enough buttons open to show some cleavage. She not infrequently came in braless, and even a few times without any panties, which I discovered when she discreetly crossed her legs on several occasions. Nevertheless, I stuck to business, as I thought it inappropriate to get involved with someone who was my student. She did well in the course, because she really had a fine mind and was insightful on her exams and essays. Still, I had to separate my burgeoning lust for her from my objective evaluation of her work.

Once the course ended, however, it was a different story. One day I happened to run into her on campus, and asked if she wanted to join me for coffee. She happily agreed. I didn’t waste much time before telling her how much she turned me on, and how hard I had worked to control myself when she used to meet with me in my office. She gave me a big smile and then invited me over to her place.

As soon as we got in the door we embraced and kissed deeply, our tongues moving into each other’s mouth. Before I knew it we were in bed together, and I was licking her whole body as she kept telling me how much I turned her on. Despite this being our first time, I was able to consider her needs and restrain my desire to ejaculate quickly. I wound up tonguing her clit and fingering her to orgasm as she moaned and panted. She then started licking my cock as I continued to work on her tits and genital area. When I finally stuck my six-inch cock inside her, she came in about five minutes, even more intensely than before. At the end, all she could say was “Wow!”

After that we had a lot of great sex, and it was a rare night when she didn’t reach climax several times. We got married a year later. It was on our honeymoon in Aruba that Maureen came to realize that she needed even more sex than I could provide.

When we arrived in Aruba we discovered that Maureen’s suitcase had somehow gotten lost on the way. Since we didn’t want to miss a day on the beach, we decided to go shopping for a bathing suit, and for something for her to wear for lunch and dinner.

We found a store that specialized in bathing suits and sundresses. Maureen picked out a string bikini, which appeared to have less material than a potholder. I waited outside the dressing room while she put it on. When she called me in, my cock sprang immediately to full attention. “I guess I’ll have to do some additional shaving,” she said, when she noticed me staring at her already trimmed pubic hair sticking out of the bikini bottom. The top barely covered the areolae of her C-cup breasts. I remarked that there was no telling what would happen when she wore a suit like that. Her reply was that she wanted me to be good and horny for our entire honeymoon.

We then left the dressing room, and Maureen proceeded to look at sundresses. She picked out a short dress which was cut low in the back, and low in the front to show lots of cleavage. It fit her to a T. I had a hard time controlling my erection when she tried it on. We then went back to the room, where we jumped into bed and fucked as though we hadn’t seen each other for months.

After we had showered and Maureen had done the necessary shaving, we were ready to try the beach. She put on the bikini and one of my T-shirts, but when we hit the beach she wasted no time taking the shirt off. She then asked me to put some suntan lotion on her back. The beach was moderately crowded, and it seemed to me that everyone was looking at my sexy wife.

After a while Maureen got up and ran into the water, calling me to come after her. When we got back to our towels, a couple of local black guys had moved next to us. They immediately struck up a conversation, and we started talking about what a great party place our honeymoon spot was. The guys kept giving Maureen the once-over, and she seemed to be inviting their attention by touching them now and then. Their names were Joshua and Michael, and they were both quite muscular. At one point they invited us to meet them at a local bar that evening about ten, saying that they would take us out partying. Before I could say anything, Maureen had already agreed.

It was a warm evening, so we ate at a restaurant with an outdoor patio. Maureen had on the sundress she had bought, and nothing else, except for her high-heeled sandals. She had also bought some makeup to accent her deep green eyes, and some very red lipstick. With her medium-length dark red hair, gorgeous figure and revealing dress, she had all eyes turned her way. The waiter serving us couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She bent over a couple of times, intentionally letting him look down her dress and catch a glimpse of her nipples. When I told her I couldn’t believe what she was doing, she touched my cock, which was as hard as a rock, and said, “You like it. You know I’m an exhibitionist. For my honeymoon, I want to satisfy my every sexual need. Turning people on turns
me
on.” She then took my hand and put it up her dress. Her juices were already running.

When we got to the bar, Joshua and Michael were already there, with two equally muscular friends whose names were Walter and Jimmy. They greeted Maureen like she was an old friend, each of them giving her a big hug. Joshua gave her a kiss, and she kissed him back deeply.

We sat down with them and ordered drinks. There was a small dance floor, and Joshua asked Maureen to dance. The music was fast and Maureen moved her body wildly to the beat, not caring how much she exposed. Then the band switched to a slow number. Maureen wrapped her arms around Joshua’s neck, and they moved together as though they were slowly fucking.

The evening continued this way, with everyone but me taking turns dancing with Maureen. She was feeling fairly high from the drinks, but was still very much in control of herself. When she got a chance, she whispered to me how turned on she was from having all those big hard pricks pressing against her, and the sensuousness of it all.

Around midnight things took a raunchy turn. One of the other women in the bar, a black woman with large breasts, got up on the bar counter and began to strip, to the cheers of the mostly male crowd. Maureen looked at me, and all I could do was shrug. She then got up on the bar and took off her dress. Then, stark naked, she began to play with herself. The other woman then went down on her and proceeded to tongue her to orgasm. All the men cheered loudly.