Letters to Penthouse XII (3 page)

I’ve known my buddy Mitch since grammar school. He has been married for about two and a half years to his high school sweetheart, Sue. At twenty-four, she’s a living doll. We’re talking five-foot-six, blonde, one-hundred-ten-pounds, 36-24-36.

Mitch and I were at a local tavern having a few beers when he startled me by asking if I ever ate pussy.

“Hell yes, I love it,” I said. “Why do you ask? Don’t tell me you don’t!”

He didn’t answer right away so I asked, “You never went down on Sue?”

He said, “I get close to doing it, but I just can’t bring myself to. Sue has been begging me to do it. I know it’s a big favor to ask, but would you do it for me?”

“Hell yes,” I said, “But will she be willing?”

He then told me about a game they play. Sue has a fantasy of making love to a stranger. She gets in bed with her eyes closed. Then he has to invent a new identity before joining her to “seduce” her. He’ll suck on her titties and finger her pussy, all the time keeping up the pretense they’ve never met before. He plays with her, fucks her, then waits a few minutes and “returns home” as himself.

Our plan was set for Friday night at eleven. Mitch left the front door unlocked. I let myself in, undressed, then went to the bedroom. When I got there, my eight-inch cock was semi-erect. As soon as I saw Sue, it bloomed full and hard.

I had never seen her naked. Everything about her was perfect. With Mitch off to the side, I knelt on the bed and started sucking her tits. Her nipples jutted out hard as rocks. I fingered her cunt and felt her juices flow. I licked down her belly and she writhed, moaning deep in her throat. Her legs spread open as I neared her wet waiting pussy.

Her cunt lips were swollen and wide open. I put my tongue at her hole and licked up toward her clit. She moaned, “Oh, I’ve never been licked there before. Oh, if my friends could see me now, doing this with a complete stranger!”

I sucked and licked on her clit. After a few minutes her belly muscles contracted and her ass bucked off the bed. I drove my tongue up her hole and she had a massive orgasm.

Through it all, she kept her eyes closed, moaning, “Oh God, oh God.” When her orgasm finally subsided, she said, “Oh God, Mitch, fuck me. Fuck me!”

I looked over at Mitch and he nodded. I knelt over her with my cock—two inches longer than Mitch’s—positioned at her hole. I started easing it in. It was tight.

I was almost all the way in when Sue moaned, “Oh God, honey, you feel so big tonight, fuck me really hard.”

So I did. Her cunt muscles squeezed my cock and she screamed, “I’m there. Fuck me, oh God, fuck me. Fuck me, Chuck.”

Huh? “Fuck me,
Chuck?”

I was too far gone to care about hearing my own name. I kept fucking Sue until she had a second orgasm. I pulled out just as I went over the edge and came like I never had before.

Sue was writhing in passion beneath me, chanting, “Fuck me some more, oh
please
fuck me.”

I tried stroking my cock, hoping to get it ready again.

“Oh, stick it in me,” Sue kept wailing. Then her tone changed and she barked, “Hey, will one of you jokers take care of me, or what?”

Mitch was stroking his hard-on, so I dismounted and he took my place.

“Ooh, a
different
stranger,” Sue moaned as he entered her. She wrapped her legs around his ass and fucked back as he pumped her. From the way she squeezed with her legs and cunt, I saw that she was coming again.

As Mitch’s limp dick slid out of Sue’s cunt, with her eyes still closed she said, “Any chance that the other stranger is ready again?”

I was. I remounted Sue and her chute was so welllubricated that we enjoyed an even better fuck.

When we finished, still without opening her eyes, Sue said, “I want to thank both of you strangers. And especially the new one. Your talented tongue and big tool will always be welcome here. But you’d better go now, so my old stranger and I can finish some business.”

I left, but I plan to take full and frequent advantage of Sue’s invitation.—
C.S., North Hollywood, California

TWO ON A BIKE AND ONE WITH A DILDO EQUALS TEN TIMES THE FUN

Let me describe my wife. Cora Anne is forty-two but she looks much younger. She’s barely five feet tall, weighs one-hundred-five pounds and wears a petite size six. She sure turns heads when she walks by. Her breasts are perfect for her size and sag very little when she goes without a bra. She has trim hips, a rounded ass that begs to be grasped, and well-shaped athletic legs. Living in the southwest, she sports a year-round tan that sets off her sandy blonde hair.

Cora Anne was a midwestern girl who didn’t know the meaning of kinky until I came along. Not that she is a prude. She lived on her own for five years after her first marriage ended. I’m forty-eight and more traveled, having been all over the world by age twenty-two. It is my second marriage also. However, I don’t know any couple happier than us. We were best friends before we got married and it has remained that way since. I am truly the luckiest man alive. I am usually the aggressor in our sex lives and I come up with the off-beat adventures. It has been my way of keeping the spice in our lives over these last 12 years. Sometimes I can get a little carried away in our escapades but Cora Anne keeps me from straying too far.

We play a little game on our many car trips. Both our families live in the midwest, a two-day drive from our home. Also, we like to travel to other cities for weekend excursions. On the road, we utilize one of Cora Anne’s favorite vibrators to reduce the boredom of traveling. She likes the wand-type vibrator with a head about the size of a tennis ball. It is rechargeable so it can be used with or without plugging it in. We keep it in the glove compartment.

At some time during the trip, Cora Anne will slip down her panties or shorts, or she’ll raise her dress and start running that vibrator up and down her pouting cunt lips. Since we travel at night, we don’t have to worry about distracting other drivers. If it’s a day trip, I match the speed of the vehicles in front and back of us, keeping them at a safe distance as she passes the time buzzing her juicy pussy.

She’ll spread her legs wide so I can plainly see her diddling her hairy slit. She knows it drives me wild, wishing I could bury my face in her steaming sex and lick up all those sweet secretions. After multiple orgasms, she’ll either stop using the vibrator or continue to drive herself to more body-shaking orgasms as she slides over and frees my dick from the confines of my pants.

Cora Anne will then slowly jack me off or put her head in my lap and engulf my throbbing meat in her lovely mouth. It usually doesn’t take long for me to have an earthshaking orgasm, blasting my hot come into her waiting mouth or cupped hand. What a way to eat up the miles.

One night I talked Cora Anne into a variation of this exciting game. One of my big-boy toys is a fully dressed Honda Goldwing motorcycle. It has all the options, including cruise control. Its plush seats resemble saddles. There are two depressions for our butt cheeks and a ridge in the middle for support. They are well padded and very comfortable for the long ride. The rear seat is a little higher so the passenger can see over the driver’s head. With her feet on the footrests, Cora Anne’s thighs wrap around my hips—just the right height for reaching down and rubbing her thighs.

It was a perfect gulf coast night, cooling off from a rather warm day but it wasn’t so cool that Cora Anne would be chilled with the wind whipping past us. I got her to put on one of those short, one piece outfits made of soft, stretchy, jersey material. I took the wand vibrator and laid it on the passenger seat. The handle ran straight back toward the rear backrest. The large head sat on the ridge that rises higher at the front of the seat. With the flexible neck on the vibrator, the handle could be pushed down so that it fit comfortably in the valley of Cora Anne’s magnificent ass. That left the head pushed up so it came in tight contact with her pussy. It nestled right where her rising clit would be when the stimulation started.

I covered the handle with a dark towel so that, even if she rose up on the seat, no one else could see what was there. I had her mount the motorcycle and pull the inside leg of her shorts to the side. She wasn’t wearing any panties. That put her naked cunt in direct contact with the machine that has given her so much pleasure in the past. Cora Anne spread her puffy pussy lips apart and settled down on the vibrator like a bird settling down on an egg. Also, since she sat right up against me, no one could see that her beautiful pussy was open to the air.

I quickly mounted and started the motorcycle, then headed for the four lane highway that runs right along the coast. Just before we pulled into the main stream of traffic, I had Cora Anne switch on the vibrator. She adjusted her position until she said it was perfect. I joined the flow of traffic.

We have an intercom system so we can talk as we ride along. At first, we chatted about how beautiful the night was. We also discussed how naughty it felt to engage in sex play right under the noses of all those other drivers. We always get a lot of stares when we go riding anyway. I don’t know if people are envious of our bike or envious of me with such a beautiful bike and such a good-looking lady behind me. Whichever way they are thinking, that night I felt like a king, knowing my wife was sitting right there behind me, exposed pussy pressed tight against my ass, getting her rocks off. The beer commercials are wrong, “It doesn’t get any better than
this.”

After a couple of miles, I knew something was going on behind me. It usually doesn’t take Cora Anne that long to have at least one glorious orgasm using her friend. Also, I had felt a definite shudder from her just moments before and her voice had become a little shaky in my headphones. I inquired if everything was okay. Cora Anne reported that it most certainly was. I asked why she hadn’t had an orgasm yet. She reported she had just had a great one. This surprised me.

Usually Cora Anne is very verbal when she is coming. I asked her why she had been quiet. She responded that she was a little intimidated by cars so close by. I said, “Let it all hang out.”

I love hearing her come. After that, she started letting go when an orgasm surged through her body. I wasn’t worried about others hearing her. Most of them had their air conditioning on and windows rolled up. While we were moving, it definitely wasn’t a problem. However, at traffic lights, and there were many, the road sounds died down and cars were sometimes very close to us. At those times, Cora Anne would tone it down a little even though she was having an orgasm.

We still got a few strange glances when she started moaning. That only made it more exciting. Let them guess what was going on. Cora Anne has always been multior-gasmic but that night she outdid herself. I lost count after her tenth.

Every once in a while, when traffic wasn’t too close, she would slip her fingers down to her sopping pussy. After she dipped her fingers in her sweet cunt juice, she would reach around my helmet, rub her fingers under my nose, then slip them in my mouth. I sniffed the subtle, earthy fragrance and then greedily sucked the juices from her delicate fingers. She would fuck my mouth with each of her fingers so I could savor every succulent drop. I never seem to tire of drinking Cora Anne’s love juices no matter how they come.

Cora Anne’s orgasms came in random order. Sometimes she would have one and then there would be a pause until the next. Sometimes, she would go straight from one orgasm into another, moaning and groaning loudly in my ears. She was unable to escape the constant vibrations as she sometimes did at home, pushing my hands away or removing the vibrator she was holding to her quivering cunt lips. The only way to get away from the sweet sensation here was to stand up on the footrests. Since that would expose her bare pussy to many lusty eyes, she declined to do that.

Finally, after one particularly intense orgasm, she asked me to please find somewhere a little more private so we could pull over and stop. I reluctantly pulled into one of the deserted parking bays that allow tourists to stop and admire the view of the beach. She slowly stood, removed the vibrator and switched it off. It was literally dripping pussy juice. She wiped it off with her hand and I immediately licked that sweet nectar from her palm. She placed the vibrator in one of the bike’s storage pouches.

I put down the kickstand and dismounted. Cora Anne just sat back in the seat. She had her legs spread wide to let the gentle sea breeze blow dry her swollen cunt. I handed her a soda and she took a long drink. I reached down and ran my fingers over her luscious pussy to collect as much of her slippery dew as I could. I then licked my fingers clean. We sat there looking out on the moonlit water and giggling like kids. When we finished the soda, I started to remount for the trip home. However, my wife stopped me. She told me to face her. I did.

Cora Anne reached down and slowly unzipped my pants. Traffic sped by about twenty feet away but it was dark in our parking place. She freed my already rock-hard cock from my shorts with some difficulty. Once it was fully exposed, she grabbed it with both of her hands. She used her closest hand to pump up and down the quickly slickening shaft of my trembling dick. She used her other hand to surround my engorged mushroomhead and started rotating it. Talk about a great sensation. There I was, my back to the beach, facing the passing traffic but blocked from their view by the bike and my wife’s body, while getting the hand job of the century.

Cora Anne was in no hurry and let me know it. She brought me to the brink several times without letting me get the relief my aching balls craved so much. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she started pumping and rotating in earnest. I finally exploded in a violent orgasm that caused my toes to curl in my shoes. Cora Anne continued pumping my shaft with one hand while she cupped the other hand under the slit in the end of my dick.

I pumped out a large load of hot sperm into her palm. The first blast went flying over her hand and landing on her bare thigh. After the pulsations died, my legs quivered so much I was afraid I would collapse to the ground. She held onto my shaft as she raised her palm to her mouth and seductively licked the pool of come dry.