Letters to Penthouse IV (6 page)

Julie decided that she’d like to have some part of the fun when she saw Fran’s pussy dripping with pleasure, and so she grabbed my end of the rope and shoved it into her sweet, muscular pussy. She began moving her lovely, smooth hips in every direction imaginable. Fran also got up; so they were both standing up, swinging the rope around as if they were possessed by the love demon himself. Steve and I were so turned on that we started whacking off on our Johnny Wadd juniors, turning the girls on even more. I noticed joy juice flowing rapidly down their long thighs. Then Steve stuck his jackhammer into Julie’s ass, and she went mad with pleasure. So I went over to Fran and rammed her ass with my torpedo, causing her to explode with ecstasy. Now all four of us were going crazy all over the floor, with the rope swinging wildly, breaking a lamp that we ignored as we reached climax. It was the best orgy we ever had, and needless to say, we have been “jumping for joy” ever since.—
Name and address withheld

PROUD HUSBAND SHARES WIFE’S CHARMS

My wife and I are not swingers, but we recently found a harmless way to involve another person in our love games.

Sharon and I are in our late twenties. We have been married for five years and live in California. We have a wonderful sex life and really get off on each other and enjoy every imaginable way of getting mutual satisfaction.

Sharon is four-foot-eleven and weighs a hundred pounds; her measurements are 33-26-34. She has thick blond hair, perfectly shaped, full, firm tits (which spurt milk by the way), a broad firm ass, and—her pride and joy—her cunt.

I have never seen even a
Penthouse
centerfold with a pussy as nice as Sharon’s. She has handfuls of bushy blond pubic hair from her tummy to her pubic area. She wears a swimsuit or shorts most of the time. When she does, she gets lots of looks at her bulging crotch and stray fur hanging out. She enjoys going nude and letting the sun bleach her big pussy and tan her nice little titties and big ass. Sharon’s outer cunt lips are huge and puffy. When she wears tight clothes, it looks like a pair of bananas are stuck side by side in her crotch. The inner lips are bright pink and get plump and red when she is turned on. She has great muscle control with her cunt and can wink and twitch at you at will. When she comes, her cunt milks you better than any hand or head job (which she is great at also). Her clit grows to about two inches when excited and gets so hard it shines like a little cock head.

We like turning other people on and vice versa, but we’ve been monogamous for the most part.

A situation presented itself this summer that we couldn’t pass up, though. Sharon wears cutoffs when she isn’t wearing a battling suit, and she has a favorite pair. However, I didn’t think they showed off her perky buns enough; so I cut the legs shorter. I overdid it and they turned out with just a strap of cloth up the crack of her ass and fluffs of pussy hair on either side when she sat down, stretching the shorts over her ample cunt. She wouldn’t wear the shorts if she were going in public, but didn’t hesitate to wear them around the house or with friends around.

This last Fourth of July we were sitting at home when Sharon’s boss, Stan, dropped in. He is in his thirties and is very square and immature—no threat to either of us sexually. He never goes out with women. And he drinks a lot and was quite inebriated when he came over. I was in the mood for a smoke and lit up a bong. I asked Stan if he had ever tried one. He hadn’t. I coaxed him, and soon he was stoned out of his mind. I get hornier than hell when I smoke, and Sharon turns into a real bitch in heat. After a few tokes her cunt is creaming.

Stan hates rock, but I figured he was too messed up to care. So I put on my best tape. Before I sat down, I went over to Sharon and suggested she put on her revealing cutoffs and a sexy top. I sat in a chair a few feet from Stan and watched anxiously. I about lost it when Sharon came out in her cutoffs, hiked up on her hips so her cunt bulged against the seams. She had on a flimsy, loose blouse with no bra. I could see her tan little nipples poking out excitedly from her bulging boobs. I didn’t know what to expect, because she turns into a nympho when she’s high. I was a little apprehensive at first, but I was excited and didn’t care. She sat on the carpet with her knees together and her legs drawn up near her well-exposed ass cheeks. She had a few more tokes and soon had that buzzed, seductive look in her eyes. She stretched her shapely long tan legs out on the floor and leaned back on her hands and stared deeply into my eyes. I nodded my approval.

She bent her right leg up and placed her foot flat on the floor, revealing a big patch of pussy fluff on the inside of her thigh. Then, keeping her eyes glued to mine, she began to rock her leg back and forth in time to the music, exposing the hair outline of her engorged cunt. With each beat she showed more pussy hair.

Then both knees were drawn up and were spreading apart and back together again in time to the music. Now billows of shiny, fluffy pussy hair were hanging out for all to see. The hair disguised the meaty cunt lips bulging out on either side of the crotch of her shorts.

We glanced at Stan and saw him drilling a hole between my wife’s bare cunt lips with dazed eyes. Although it doesn’t sound like it, Sharon was being very nonchalant about the whole thing, and that, plus Stan’s stupor, assured me he wasn’t onto us.

I excused myself to take a piss, which I did loud enough to let Stan know I was out of the room. Then I came back into the living room and stood well behind his chair to get a ringside seat for the show.

She began to rock her legs back and forth to the beat again, and this time her cunt was well exposed. I was on the edge and wanted more. With my hands I signaled Sharon to really spread them, and as she did, her fuzzy outer lips blossomed like a pink rose. She shot a beaver that would make any man like to blow his wad.

She was really into it now, and I couldn’t believe it when she reached down and pulled up her shorts so that the inch-wide crotch of the cutoffs was clear over on the inside of her thigh.

My beautiful little bride’s pussy was spread completely open to the summer breeze drifting through the windows and her plump ass was swaying back and forth with the tune. I was really digging it and massaged my stiff prick through my bulging pants. Just then Stan started to stand up, and I dodged back into a bedroom. He took a piss, and when he came out, he said he wanted to run back to his apartment for more booze. I told Sharon to drive him because he was too stoned. As he followed her bouncing buns out to the car, I saw him reach in his pants and resituate his stiff little bulge.

When they came back, Sharon suggested we go to Stan’s apartment to watch the fireworks being put on by the local community.

It was quite a show, especially inside the screened porch. This time my wife decided to show off her firm little tits. As she propped herself up on her elbow while stretched out beside Stan, her loose gauzelike blouse fell aside, revealing her beautiful right breast and swollen nipple.

As the fireworks exploded, she said, “Did you see it!”

She rolled over on the back and put her head on my knees so she was partially sitting up. Her bulging left tit stuck out like a spotlight in the semidarkness of the balcony. She turned to Stan and said, “Do you see that one?”

By now the poor bastard was letting out little groans as if he were coming. Sharon climbed up on my lap, and we melted in each other’s arms and kissed deep and wet. My hand pushed aside the little strip of cloth covering her cunt, and my fingers were buried in steaming hot pussy. Her pubic hair was dripping with her juices.

Stan excused himself and headed for the bathroom. Sharon and I decided he was coming down from his high, and we agreed to split. We rushed home, and as she threw her clothes off, I dived into her pussy, eating and fucking all night.—
Name and address withheld

LOVING WIFE LAYS OTHERS AS HUBBY WATCHES

My husband and I have one of the most unusual and successful sexual relationships imaginable, and I want to share our story with your readers. I am an extremely attractive woman in her early thirties—in fact, I am a well-paid model of high-fashion clothing—and my husband is a handsome, athletic man with a successful business organization.

During the last five of my seven years of marriage, I have been fucked by more than thirty different men, yet I have never once been unfaithful to my husband! You see, my husband’s biggest turn-on is to watch me fuck other men—and my biggest turn-on is to let him watch me doing it.

If someone had told me five years ago that this life-style would be my key to sexual ecstasy, I would have thought that person to be a lunatic. I was brought up as a strict Catholic. Until I began fucking other men, I believed that sex was of minimal importance, except for making babies. Before I got married, I’d never masturbated and never had an orgasm. I’d had sex with only two men, on four occasions, and I’d hated every minute of it!

During the first two years of my marriage, I didn’t come close to climaxing. Eventually, my doctor told me that my fallopian tubes had never completely developed, and that I couldn’t have children. So, for the first time in my life, I had to regard sex as a mechanism for pure pleasure rather than for reproduction.

For more than a year, my husband and I tried desperately to find ways to bring me to a climax, but I couldn’t reach it, no matter what we did. Soon, we both began to wonder if my problem stemmed from a lack of sexual compatibility with my husband. We discussed, and more often argued about, whether I could have orgasms with another man. Eventually, a marriage counselor suggested that I try it once, under very strict ground rules, in order to put the notion behind us and get on with our future.

Because of my good looks, I had very little trouble finding willing lovers, but I was uneasy about sleeping with anyone but my husband. I slept with three men in the next two months, but I just couldn’t respond. I kept wishing that my husband were nearby, so that I could feel safe. When I told him of my feelings, he suggested that he should hide in the house when I was with my next lover. He also confessed to me that, during each of my prearranged liaisons, he had had a burning desire to be in the bedroom, watching me. It seemed a weird idea, but as soon as he mentioned it, I became very turned on and asked him to make love to me.

The next evening, my husband drilled a peephole in the wall between the bedroom and the study, and a little later, he watched me fuck another man. Lo and behold, the thought of fucking another man, with my husband watching, was so thrilling that I came for the first time in my life. Boy, what a difference! I couldn’t wait for the man who was screwing me to leave, so that I could tell my husband that I had come. He was as turned on as I was! We talked about it all week.

In the following six months, I had four more lovers. Each time, my husband watched from the next room, and my pleasure increased. Moreover, having sex with my husband became marvelous. We shared a wonderful ritual. As soon as my lover left the house, my husband would come into the bedroom and seduce me. He would lick some of my lover’s come from my vagina and then enter me so that he could feel another man’s juices bathe his cock. Then, as he made beautiful love to me, he would ask me dozens of questions about my experience. The conversation was always the same:

“Did you come?”

“Yes.”

“How many times?”

(I would tell him.)

“Was it good?”

“Very good.”

“Better than me?”

“Yes, better, much better. I love fucking other men. They make me come again and again.”

And on cue, with those very words, both my husband and I would erupt into intense orgasms. You see, sharing my infidelities with my husband so opened me up sexually that my orgasms with him became as good, if not better, than with other men. But his big turn-on was the thought that other men were better suited for bringing me to orgasm, and I let him enjoy his thrilling concepts.

Finally, I met a man who raised me to a new level of sexual fulfillment. He was my tenth lover, and he was the first with an exceptionally large cock. My husband and my other lovers had average-size ones, perhaps six to seven inches long, while this man had an eight- or nine-inch-long cock that was also very thick. I was both impressed and intimidated when I first saw it. When he entered me, I immediately began feeling new sensations, and I had the ten best orgasms of my life during that first afternoon session with him. The size of his cock pushed my labia and clit down toward the opening of my vagina, and it was pure stimulation on every stroke. I couldn’t remember the details of what happened because I was totally absorbed in the sensation of back-to-back orgasms, but my husband told me that I had laughed and cried uncontrollably, that I had trembled orgasmically every few minutes, and that I had been very relaxed and spacey. All I know is that I hadn’t believed anything could be so good.

It was also the biggest turn-on my husband had ever had, and after my large-cocked lover had left, we enjoyed hours of climax-filled fucking and sucking. It was the best and most satisfying love my husband and I had ever made to each other. After several months, I discovered that sex with my husband had become better than with my liaisons. When I told my husband that he had really become the best of them all, he was overjoyed.

Armed with the knowledge that he was my best lover, my husband got up the courage to ask if I would make love to him and another man at the same time. After several months, when I met a man whom I felt would be compatible with us, I told my husband that I would try a threesome. To this day, I remain thankful that I did decide to go through with it. It was wonderful for all of us.

My husband and the other man were gentle, loving, and did everything to please me. The man said afterwards that he’d had the best lovemaking of his life, and my husband had had the chance to feel and listen to me as I climaxed with another man. Our mÉnage À trois took place every weekend for five months. They made love to me separately, together, and in every combination. I was fucked/sucked, fucked/ass-fucked, ass-fucked/eaten, ass-fucked/sixty-nined, ad infinitum. Neither man had any inhibitions about eating me or fucking me after the other one had just come inside of me. And I received compliance to a request for the performance of one of my secret fantasies. I watched my husband being ass-fucked while he made love to me—and then I sucked both men clean.