Letters to Penthouse XIV (8 page)
I motioned him in, and as I shut the door behind him, I could tell he liked what he saw, though he was obviously trying not to stare too much. He asked me what I wanted, and I asked him to help me find the X-rated channel on the televsion. He found it for me, then asked me if I needed anything else. I looked down and saw that the bulge in his pants had grown considerably. I asked his name, and he said it was Clarence.
I said, “As a matter of fact, Clarence, there is something else you can do for me. Will you show me your black cock? I’ve never seen one before.”
By then he was staring openly. But after a moment he shrugged and said, “Sure, what the hell?” When he unzipped his pants, I was in shock. I was looking at the biggest, thickest, blackest cock I’d ever seen. It had to be about seven inches long and at least three inches around. I knew I had to have it in my mouth and my hot horny pussy!
Without another word, I dropped to my knees and put the head to my lips. I licked up and down along the shaft and tongued at his balls. My pussy started getting wet as I heard him moan with pleasure.
When Dwight came out of the bathroom, naked from his shower I knew he was surprised to say the least. He said, “Jenny, what the fuck are you doing?”
Looking up from my sucking, I said, “Welcome to your fantasy, honey. Clarence here showed his dick to me, and I just had to have it.” Then I returned to sucking Clarence’s cock.
Dwight recovered from his shock pretty quickly! He knelt down behind me and began to finger my pussy, which was so fucking wet and hot! I got on all fours, still slurping a big, black cock as Dwight pulled my panties down and started sucking my clit until he had it as hard as I had the bellboy. Then he went for my inner pussy lips, sucking on one and then the other, until I was just about crazy with lust. He kept eating my pussy with vigor for anther five minutes, getting me off at least two more times before he stopped.
I told Dwight to lie down on the bed so I could suck his eight-incher while Clarence fucked me doggie-style. Neither of them had any objection to that! I got down on the bed on my hands and knees, and Clarence started fucking me really hard and fast as I went down on Dwight’s cock. It only took a few minutes of getting rammed by them both before I screamed out that I was starting to come, and Clarence shot his load up my pussy at the same time that Dwight exploded in my mouth.
We all fell back on the bed, with me in the middle. As I lay there with a thick cock on each side of me, I couldn’t help taking one in each hand and stroking them up and down. After a minute I turned to Clarence and started sucking his dick, which in its temporarily limp state could actually fit in my mouth. Then I turned and started blowing Dwight for awhile. I went back and forth between them, sucking each in turn until they were both stiff enough to bang me again.
Dwight laid me back on the bed so he could fuck me missionary style. And as he did, Clarence straddled my face so I could keep sucking on his big, black cock. He played with my tits and twiddled my nipples as I suckled his dick, and Dwight fucked me until I moaned with pleasure.
Clarence started fucking my mouth hard and fast, and Dwight followed his lead by screwing my pussy even harder. I had a whole series of intense orgasms as they double-fucked my squirming body. Finally Clarence cried out that he was coming and spewed his sperm down my throat, and soon Dwight shot all over my ass.
We all collapsed for a second time. Then Clarence jumped up and said he’d better get back to work. Dwight thanked him for letting him experience his threesome fantasy, and I thanked him for giving me my first black cock.
After that we expected that the rest of our vacation would be pretty anticlimactic, but as it turned out, that was only the beginning. I’ll tell you more in my next letter.—
D.D., Lovelock, Nevada
HE GETS HIS GREATEST KICKS FROM SHARING HIS SEXPOT WIFE WITH HIS BEST BUDDY
My pal Chuck and I have been best friends since grade school. We were inseparable while growing up, and we’ve shared just about everything. He was the best man at my wedding and had promised to be godfather to our fist child. As best buddies, we talk openly about everything. There wasn’t a thing I hadn’t talked about with Chuck, except maybe his desire to fuck my wife Marilyn.
It all started one summer when we all took a skin-diving trip to Aruba on Chuck’s boat. We had stopped for lunch in a pretty secluded cove, and after we had some food—and a good deal of the local tropical beer—the conversation, as it often does, turned to the subject of sex. It was mostly just kidding and joking around, but there was an undercurrent of serious eroticism as we became more spontaneous and open.
Feeling a little turned on, and with the beer undoubtedly freeing up my inhibitions a bit, I found myself telling Marilyn what Chuck had said about her once. “Chuck thinks your mouth was made for giving blowjobs,” I said bluntly. “He asked if you give good ones.” And I grinned at my buddy like a cat who had swallowed the canary.
Chuck blushed and looked at the deck, but Marilyn glowered with an unusually horny smile. Surprised by her interest, I decided to follow up. “And I told him you suck great cock,” I said boldly. When Marilyn kept smiling, Chuck began to get braver and asked if she liked sucking dick.
It seemed to me then that not only was Marilyn unoffended by this turn in the conversation, she was even a little turned on. She answered Chuck’s question without hesitation. “Cock-sucking is a skill,” she said, still smiling. “An art that women have to develop through hard work and dedication.” Then Marilyn surprised us both. Licking her lips seductively, she told Chuck that if he’d lie down on the engine cover she’d be happy to show him what she meant. Eagerly, he did as she suggested. Then, startling me even further, she knelt by him on the deck-pad and worked his trunks down his legs, exposing his already rigid cock. Marilyn smiled down at my friend’s erect penis, admiring its size and shape. She reached out and wrapped her hand securely around the taut, pink pole.
My heart pounded as I watched my bikini-clad wife on her knees next to my best friend, his trunks pulled down around his thighs. Bending over my buddy’s well-muscled midsection, with his cock held delicately in her hand, Marilyn moistened her lips again, then looked over at me with hopeful eyes as if to say, “May I suck him off?”
My own cock was very hard by then. I suddenly realized how aroused I had become by the prospect of seeing my normally reserved wife sliding her lips around my best friend’s cock, and how thrilled and delighted I was to see her so completely enjoying the idea. Here were the two people in the world I felt closest to, so why shouldn’t they enjoy each other? And why shouldn’t I enjoy watching them do it?
“You want his cock, don’t you?” I said to Marilyn. “Suck it, my love. Show him what a great blowjob you give.” I could see that she was dying to slide Chuck’s cock into her mouth—as eager, perhaps, as I was to see her do it—and I didn’t even have to check to see if Chuck wanted her to do it! My usually demure but suddenly sex-hungry wife beamed wantonly. She licked the tip of Chuck’s cock and then slowly and methodically slid its length into her mouth, savoring the taste and feel of my friend’s erection.
Like a street whore with a passion for her work, she playfully held the head between her lips, swirling her tongue around the fleshy knob, paying particular attention to the sensitive skin just under the head. Keeping her lips around his dick, she reached behind her back with both hands and undid the straps of her bathing suit top, letting it drop onto the hatch. Still working his pole expertly with her tongue, she began to slide her bikini bottoms over her hips and down her luscious ass. I moved in behind her to help, and she raised each knee in turn, allowing me to slide the garment down her legs and off, which left her completely, wonderfully naked, crouching on her knees with her fine ass in the air.
I watched with enthusiasm as my wife went on attentively, even lovingly, sucking and licking my buddy’s rigid penis. I moved to the other side of the hatch and pulled Chuck’s trunks over his legs and tossed them to the deck. Without removing her mouth from his cock, Marilyn lifted one leg and swung it over Chuck’s head, offering him the sight of her naked pussy. Then she lowered her hips until that pussy was covering his mouth, and they were locked in an open-air 69. I was enraptured by the sight of the two of them in this ravenous sexual embrace. Marilyn savagely devoured Chuck’s cock as he feasted on her soaking pussy with an enthusiasm that filled me with more pride and affection than you could imagine.
I was so intensely aroused by their passionate exchange that, though I didn’t want to interfere in their lovemaking, I did want to add as much as I could to their pleasure. I knelt next to them on the deck and began to touch my wife’s anus with my finger. “Go ahead and lick her ass,” I whispered to Chuck. “Marilyn goes crazy for a tongue in her ass. See what she tastes like down there.”
He took my recommendation and started licking her crinkled rosebud. Marilyn began to rotate her hips wildly and moan around his cock. She moved her head steadily, alternately sucking the tip of his dick and deep-throating its entire length, exhibiting a hungry passion which I had experienced but never before had the good fortune to be able to watch from such an exciting advantage point.
As Chuck’s tongue disappeared into her asshole, my wife lifted her head long enough to cry out, “Yes! Yes, Chuck! Oh, yes!” Then she devoured his cock again, sucking it with a wild abandon. The two of them quivered with excitement as they came in tandem. Marilyn’s body spasmed and shook, but she stayed crouched over Chuck, hungrily swallowing the semen he shot into her mouth, then devotededly licking the remaining come from his shriveling cock. She savored the taste, swiping her tongue back and forth across his penis.
Chuck’s head dropped to the hatch pad in satisfied fatigue, and Marilyn swung her leg over him and sat up. “Well, Chuck, do I give a good blowjob or what?” she asked coyly when she had caught her breath.
“My God!” Chuck gasped. “Marilyn, you’re sensational!” He turned to me, still breathless. “You are one lucky man.”
I kissed my wife deeply, tasting his come on her lips. “I think we’re both going to be lucky from now on,” I told him. Then I looked into her eyes. “I love you,” I said. “That was positively the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I never realized how much I wanted you to suck Chuck’s cock. I never recognized how much you wanted to do it.”
Marilyn kissed me again, then bent down and kissed Chuck gingerly, her tongue probing his mouth, tasting her own pussy on his lips. “I think we may have started something,” she said playfully, putting an arm around each of us. “You know, I think I could get used to having two lovers.”
Afterward the three of us cuddled together, kissed, caressed and celebrated our newly discovered sexual bond. I delighted in the afterglow of sex with my wife and my best friend.
But Marilyn wasn’t finished with us yet. Her body trapped between us, she scooted down in the bed until her head was on a level with our cocks. Then she alternated between Chuck’s flaccid dick and mine, putting one soft cock in her mouth and then the other. “I think I can work these little cocks back up to size, don’t you think?” she said, shamelessly licking and sucking each of our organs in turn until we were both ready to fuck her again.
She took Chuck’s cock into her mouth and gave him a slow sultry, erotic blowjob that surpassed even the one she had gifted him with before. She looked over at me from time to time as she sucked him, her eyes glittering with pleasure, both because of what she was doing and because she could see how much it excited me. When Chuck had come again, shouting out his ecstasy, Marilyn switched to me and gave me the same treatment. She swallowed everything I had to give her, then kissed Chuck and me, sharing the come in her mouth with each of us in turn.
We each fucked her twice more before that night was over. Now Chuck visits at least once a week, and occasionally, when I’m off at work, I call him to keep her company until I get home. We all love this, me perhaps most of all. Watching my buddy’s dick disappear into my wife’s pussy is more stimulating than any fuck film I’ve ever seen, and to see the love of my life with my best friend’s dick in her throat is to know the depths of friendship and the boundaries of true love.—
L.K., Miami, Florida
A CASUAL JOKE LEADS TO A LESS-THAN-CASUAL AFFAIR
This story isn’t about some gorgeous, big-titted blonde and a guy with a ten-inch dick. I’m a man in my early sixties and my friend Judy is in her late fifties. My wife has a problem: Sex is painful for her, so the most I get out of her is an occasional blowjob. Judy’s husband had a stroke six years ago and can’t perform sexually at all.
On New Year’s Eve my wife and I went to a neighborhood party. After a few drinks she started feeling sorry for Judy and told me to dance with her. Judy and I danced very close. As we danced we began discussing our different sexual situations. I asked Judy half-kiddingly, “Would you like to go to a motel with me?”
She smiled and said, “I think we could work that out …”
At first I thought she was just pulling my leg, but after a couple more drinks we made a date for the following Monday, which was her day off from work. She was going to call me and ask me to come to her place to help her put some boxes of Christmas decorations in the attic, which was going to be a signal allowing us to talk and work out all the details of our upcoming tryst. When I didn’t hear from her, I called and she said she’d changed her mind, explaining to me that in thirty-two years of marriage to her husband Ray she’d never cheated on him and didn’t intend to start then. In fact, she told me, Ray was the only man she’d ever had sex with.
Later that day I drove by her house and noticed that she was at home and that Ray’s car wasn’t in the driveway. I thought that might just be a sign that something could happen between us, so I parked around the corner, walked back to her house and rang the doorbell. When Judy answered the door she gave me a look that said, “Oh my God, now what?”