Letters to Penthouse XI (11 page)

As the women lay there recovering, Michelle asked me if I would fuck her up the ass. She said since she had let herself go so far as to have a threesome with her best friend and her husband, she now wanted to do all the naughty things she could think of with us. I was more than ready for intense anal action with this lusty female, and Denise had no objection. So as Michelle got onto her hands and knees, I stuck two fingers into her sopping pussy, then transferred some of those love juices to her ass for lubrication.

“Come on, Frank,” Michelle panted. “I can't wait any longer. Shove your meat in my ass.”

My wife, who was busy fingering her friend's clit, also encouraged me. “Go on, baby. Do it! I want to see you fuck that tight ass.”

How do you say no to two gorgeous nymphos? I had Michelle's ass nicely lubed now, and I brought my seven-inch shaft to her asshole and started to slowly penetrate that tight opening. Michelle in the meantime was playing with her pussy and moaning about how good it felt. Denise slid underneath her crouching body and pulled her friend's hand away, replacing it with her tongue. She eagerly licked Michelle's pussy, as well as my balls and the exposed portion of my shaft. Michelle reciprocated, leaning down to plunge tongue-first into my wife's squirming muff. It wasn't long before I had sunk my cock all the way in Michelle's ass. The feeling was indescribably exquisite.

Lifting her head from Denise's pussy for a moment, Michelle screamed, “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck my ass!”

The women kept lapping at each other's slits while I obligingly reamed Michelle's ass. Denise was soon thrusting her crotch into Michelle's face and groaning out her climax, while her friend's anus clutched at my rock-hard shaft and her body jerked uncontrollably. I couldn't hold back anymore. That spasming asshole milked me to a wrenching climax, and I poured my come like an erupting volcano into Michelle's derriere. As I collapsed on the bed beside them, the women fell into each other's arms, kissing deeply.

Michelle stayed in town for several more days, and we continued our erotic activity. I fucked both her and my wife in the ass, cunt and mouth so often that I began to wonder how long I could go on, and I never tired of watching them eat each other out. I even fucked Michelle one time while she talked to her husband on the phone.

We are planning to do it again the next time Michelle comes to town, which I sure hope will be soon. Needless to say, this was the best anniversary present I have ever received!—
F.L., Cincinnati, Ohio

A GAL NEEDS A PERSONAL LIFE—SOMETIMES A COUPLE OF PERSONS

I am a single mother in my early thirties, blonde with greenish eyes. I work hard to keep my figure as trim as possible. I am not entirely convinced that my efforts have succeeded, but I love the attention I get from men when I walk down the street or go to the gym.

As a working professional, I have never devoted as much time to my personal life as I guess I should have. The demands of a legal career, and my own ambition, have cost me one marriage and several other relationships. So when my ex-husband has his two weekends a month with our daughter, I like to go out on the town.

One Friday evening not long before Christmas, a girlfriend and I decided we would check out a new dance bar that had recently opened. She had heard that it was a fun place and that there were a fair number of single guys around our age. We were not disappointed, and we had a great time. I probably had a few too many drinks, but the atmosphere and my mood combined to encourage me to just let go.

Around eleven, while Marie and I were sitting around at our table and chatting about nothing, two men approached and asked if they could buy us a drink. I was about to say no when I realized that I knew one of them. Maurice had been a lawyer in my ex-husband's firm. He is black, about six feet tall, with a shaved head, and wears a small diamond stud in his left ear. He doesn't look like a lawyer, but I have seen him work and he is very good. Someone once told me that wearing an earring on the left side meant you were gay, but that certainly isn't the case with him. The reason he had had to leave the firm was because he got one of the secretaries pregnant.

As usual, Maurice was immaculately dressed, and when he smiled down at me for the first time, I realized why so many women I had known thought he was extremely good-looking. After brief intros and a few minutes of idle talk, Marie and Rich, the other guy, got up to go to the dance floor. Maurice and I were now alone at the table. Before they left, we had just been catching up on old times. As soon as they were gone, he really got sexual, and before I realized it, his words were affecting me.

Maurice told me that he knew I liked sex, that my husband had told him that when we did make love, I enjoyed it. He asked me if I had ever been with a black man. I told him that I once went down on a black guy at a college party, but we never fucked. He said that he wanted to be my first and, taking my hand, pulled it to his crotch and began to rub it over what seemed to be a large, erect penis. I guess his talk was affecting him also.

At first, I was afraid someone might see us. Maurice held my hand firm and said no one was even looking at us, which was true. He kept rubbing, and I kept getting wetter. I knew my nipples were showing through my blouse, and my breathing became shorter. He leaned over, licked behind my ear and whispered that he wanted to rock me all night. Right then I came, and he knew I was his.

We all left shortly after, with Marie and Rich following Maurice and me to his apartment. We all knew what was going to happen, though Marie was a little less certain. She had a reputation for being slow with her boyfriends and had never slept with a black man either. She also hadn't had her hand in the guy's crotch for a half hour or so. In any event, I was not paying much attention to what she was doing. I was too horny to care.

After a couple of drinks, Maurice met me as I came out of the bathroom. He began to rub the huge lump in his pants up against my crotch. His kisses were incredible—his tongue was all over the inside of my mouth. His hands gently pressed my tits. Somehow he managed to undo my blouse, and when he slid it off my shoulders, it was a signal to both of us that it was bedtime.

We quickly stripped and I fell on the bed, spreading my legs in a lewd gesture. I was so wet down there, and so open, that Maurice just stood there and grinned. His cock, which was huge, pulsated with his heartbeat, and he gently stroked it. What amazed me was its color, a dark chocolate brown, and the enormous set of balls that hung below. I wondered for a second how much come they could hold.

Maurice climbed on the bed beside me, and we started to kiss, with his hand rubbing my clit just right. It felt great, but I could not stand it anymore, and I asked him to fuck me. Spreading my legs, he rubbed his dark purple cockhead up and down my pussy lips. He kept telling me how much he wanted to be inside me, and to fill me with his come. I ached for him. I kept pushing back against him, trying to push my way onto his cock, but he stopped me.

“Are you ready for me, babe?” he asked. “Do you really want this?”

I groaned out that I did, and pleaded with him to fuck me. He smiled, and asked if my ex-husband knew how horny I was. Finally, he eased his cock into me. He was surprisingly gentle. I felt so different. I do not know if it was the contrast of our skin colors, or the knowledge that I was fulfilling a fantasy that all women have of fucking a black man, or whether it was his size, but I felt completely different. All I did was moan in pleasure.

Maurice said I had a “butter pussy,” which I later found out meant it was soft, tight and very wet. He was a gentle lover, and I came several times in half an hour. It felt fantastic when he was all the way in me, like he was touching my heart. He had amazing control, and managed somehow to hold off coming. Gradually, the pace of his thrusts increased. His balls slapped harder at the spot below my pussy, and he stopped kissing me. He was breathing heavier, and I whispered in his ear, was he about to come? He was close, he groaned.

I told him, “Come inside me. I want to feel you come inside me.”

He raised himself on his arms and stopped thrusting. He looked down and grinned. “Babe, you're one great fuck.”

He thrust harder, and I felt twinges of another orgasm. Suddenly he groaned and bucked his hips into mine, and his great cock spurted out his seed deep within me. I could actually feel its throbbing and reached down and massaged his balls. When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, our mouths meeting in a sloppy, tired kiss. When we had relaxed, his limp cock slipped out of my pussy and he rolled over onto my side.

Shortly after we'd caught our breath, we went back into the living room. Marie and Rich were both sweaty and naked, and it did not take a genius-level IQ to realize that they had had their own session. This was my first look at Rich, and while his flaccid penis was not as long or thick as Maurice's, it looked like it could make a woman very happy. And Marie looked like she had enjoyed her first black experience, as I had.

But I was tired, and did not want to stay out all night. So the guys arranged a taxi for us. (Marie slept over at my apartment.) Before leaving, we agreed to meet Maurice and Rich the next night for dinner at a restaurant we all knew, and then go to a dance club.

When we arrived at the restaurant on Saturday night, Maurice was already there waiting. He had chosen a quiet table in the corner away from all the bustle. Marie and I got some interesting looks as we sat down with him. After we ordered drinks, he told us that Rich had to work that night, covering for some guy with a sick kid or something. He hoped that the three of us could have as much fun as before. I know Marie never imagined what he had in mind, and thought we would just hang out together. Although I was not entirely sure what he meant, I felt a twinge in my pussy at the thought of another session with him.

Near the end of our meal, Maurice suddenly asked Marie if she had enjoyed her first taste of black meat. She was visibly embarrassed, and Maurice met her silence with increasingly sexual talk. He asked her how many times she had come, and was it true that she had told Rich she would fuck him anytime he wanted her? I watched fascinated and was turned on as he did the same thing he had done with me—taking her hand and rubbing it on his crotch. Marie began to breathe heavier and moan.

Maurice told her softly, but loud enough for me to hear, that he wanted to fuck the two of us together. She just nodded, and I began to rub my pussy through my dress. I think the waiter saw what was going on, or at least guessed, because there was a noticeable bulge in his pants when he gave us the bill.

We skipped the dance club and went straight to Maurice's. We all knew why we were there, and he guided us into his bedroom, where we all began to undress. It was rather awkward, as I had never been with a couple and I was not into women. But Maurice was generous and gentle and slow in his movements, so that neither Marie nor I felt ignored.

He asked us to give him head, and the two of us sucked his cock. Our lips met at the head, and we kissed over and over while he groaned in pleasure. Marie continued to work over his head and shaft, while I concentrated on his balls. From down there, they were so big, and his cock looked even bigger than it had, like a block of wood with ridges on the sides as the veins bulged with the blood that kept it so firm.

Suddenly Maurice stopped us, saying he would come if we continued. “I want my come to go somewhere other than your mouths tonight,” he said smiling. He asked Marie to sit on his face, and I lowered myself onto his tower. We both rode him that way for a bit, and then I did something extraordinary. I leaned forward and gave Marie a deep kiss, tongue and all.

The mood must have struck her at the same time, as she responded and I came. Maurice didn't see what happened but soon found out. As soon as Marie climbed off his face, I bent down and tentatively began to lick her pussy. I remember thinking how beautiful it looked and realizing why some men enjoy looking at a woman's pussy. As I licked her, Maurice got so excited, he rolled around behind me and slid his cock back in me.

His fucking was like the night before: incredible. His strokes were long and deep, his balls bouncing against my ass. I moaned and could no longer concentrate on Marie. She kissed my face and back. Then she must have slid under me. All of a sudden I felt a tongue on my clit and on my pussy, and Maurice felt it on his cock. We both groaned, and he began to thrust harder.

After a few more minutes of thrusting, Maurice told Marie it was her turn. He pulled his cock out of me and climbed between her spread legs. She smiled as he rubbed his cockhead up and down her pussy lips, which were spread open like a little flower. He slowly pushed himself into her. He looked gigantic with his body draped over hers, humping his hips to send his cock deep in her.

I think she came three times before he pulled out and asked which of us wanted his semen. Marie said she did, and he started fucking her again. A few minutes later he began to groan as his strokes became shorter. He groaned five or six times, then pulled his come-slick cock out and sat up on the bed. Marie just lay there, dazed. I had never in my life seen anything so erotic. I had rubbed myself to two very strong orgasms while they were going at it.

After a little rest and some liquid refreshment, we all began to get antsy again. I guess having a naked black man with such a big penis, capable of producing such exquisite pleasure, was too much for Marie and me not to want a second round. As you might expect, Maurice was willing and, after getting a little head, able to do us again.

Before we began, he asked us if we would do a sixty-nine, as he had never seen two women do that in real life. Although we were nervous, I climbed on top of Marie and planted my pussy on her face. Her licking was fabulous and she brought me to the edge a few times, but never took me over. I was more successful with Marie, who had a very vocal orgasm courtesy of my tongue.

By then, Maurice was ready to go. He climbed in bed behind me, and while Marie continued to lick at my pussy, we began to fuck. As he thrust into me, he breathlessly told me that he was going to deposit his come in me. I don't know if it was the angle of his strokes or the fact that there was another tongue involved, but I had an incredible orgasm, collapsing onto the bed and Marie.