Letters to Penthouse XII (42 page)

I unbuttoned my 501s, and she promptly took my you-know-what in her mouth. Her head rocked back and forth with it in her mouth. I looked up from the oral action happening to me, and my eyes naturally gazed out the window and saw a gray sky. It was just beginning to rain. At the same time, I felt some great release from my body into Sandy’s mouth, which now was rocking hard along my shaft, her nostrils inhaling and exhaling in a frenzy. It was really raining hard outside now.

Finished, she handed me my paper and said nothing. I felt it was time for me to go.

I received an A in Sandy’s English class. Did I deserve it? Yes. After her class I read more literature. Did it happen again? Yes. The same way. The same great release from within me that felt so wonderful. I felt equal to this professional woman some twelve years older, like I had become a man.—
E.M., Salt Lake City, Utah

IS VOLLEYBALL A CONTACT SPORT? THEN HOW ABOUT POST-VOLLEYBALL BALLING?

My wife and I arrived at our Gulf Coast resort early Friday and went straight to the beach for some drinks and sun. Later we played some volleyball. I sprained my ankle and had to go up to our room to ice it.

Linda came in an hour later and reminded me that I was supposed to take her to dinner, then dancing. She started to get dressed in a sheer blouse and a miniskirt that showed off her great ass. We had a romantic dinner, then went to a disco. After our second dance I sat down to rest my ankle. Linda was still ready to dance.

Just as I told her I would be ready to dance in a few minutes, one of the guys we played volleyball with came over to our table. Chad sat down with us and had a couple of drinks. When Linda asked him to dance, he jumped at the chance. They danced to several songs, and when a slow one started, Linda began rubbing her pussy up against Chad’s leg. He was busy squeezing her ass and occasionally tweaking her nipples, which were clearly visible through her blouse. Finally, she came back to the table with him and started kissing him while I sat there in total surprise.

She turned to me and asked if I would mind if she went back to Chad’s room. She said that if I agreed, she would let me lick her come-filled pussy just like my fantasy. I said I was excited that Chad would be fucking her pussy and I would love to suck her freshly fucked cunt. She kissed me and told me not to jerk off while thinking about Chad’s big cock pumping load after load into her hot pussy.

I went to our room to take a cold shower. I kept thinking of the state Linda’s cunt would be in when I ate it. When she returned, I could see that she had fucked hard. She took off her miniskirt and sat on my face.

“Eat it, baby,” she said. “Oh yeah, you like his gooey white come, don’t you?”

She told me not to lick her creamy pussy, but to suck on it in order to get all of his hot come. She said that Chad had a long thick cock with big balls. He fucked her twice doggie-style and constantly pushed his fingers in and out of her asshole. He noticed that she kept holding her swollen pussy lips together after he came and asked why. She said it was because I’ve always wanted to lick her pussy clean after it was used by another man. Chad said he did not want to disappoint me. He positioned her on her back with a pillow under her ass and fucked her twice more.

Linda’s pussy tasted better than I could have imagined. When she finally came, his come and her juice filled my mouth. My mouth was tired and my cock was about to burst. However, Linda said that before coming, I should lick her tits and thighs clean and tongue-fuck her ass.

I could taste the come on her tits and then went to work on her thighs and ass cheeks. As I licked her ass, I started to suck on her asshole. She said to tongue-fuck her ass instead of sucking, since there was no come in her ass. Well she finally came from my ass-licking, and I slowly licked up the rest of her juices. When I got up to fuck her, she had already fallen asleep. I went to sleep figuring that I would get to come in the morning.

When I woke up, about ten, Linda was already at the beach. So I showered and set out to find her. She was tanning in a new T-back bikini that showed off her tight round ass. She was on her third banana colada. She kept getting me drinks at the bar so I could catch up. About one, she asked me to go up to the room and get her book. When I got to the room I didn’t find the book but instead found a pair of binoculars and a note. The note said that since I enjoyed hearing about Chad fucking her, she thought that I would really love to watch him and his friends Merle and Steven fuck her. She reminded me not to jerk off or this type of weekend would never happen again. The last sentence said I should look from the balcony for a pontoon boat.

I ran to the balcony and saw Linda sucking off one guy and being fucked by another as Chad anchored the boat about five hundred feet offshore. They went at it for about two hours. Linda always seemed to have a cock in her mouth and pussy. At one point she was riding Steven’s and sucking Merle’s while Chad rubbed his against her ass. Then each of the guys took a turn rubbing his cock against her ass. I say “rubbing his cock against her ass” rather than fucking because she would never consider letting me fuck her tight virgin ass.

They finally lifted anchor and started in. As they got to the beach, the men all kissed Linda good-bye and waved to me. When she got to our room, she said she hoped my tongue was rested because I had a lot of sucking to do. She stood in front of me and pulled off her shirt Over the next half hour I licked her neck, tits and tummy clean. She lay down on her stomach with her ass in the air and had me pull off her bikini bottom. She told me to start sucking the come from her ass.

When I asked her why she said suck instead of lick, she said that Chad had noticed last night that when she came, her asshole got real loose. So today he positioned his cock there and slowly pushed a few inches in when she came. When she realized what he was doing she squeezed her ass tight, causing him to have one of the best orgasms of his life. Steven and Merle then begged for their chance, and she couldn’t say no since they had given her so many orgasms.

I started sucking her wet asshole, which was oozing with sticky come. Once she had a couple of orgasms, she told me to lie down. Just as I was finishing licking her clean, she built to a big orgasm and pulled my head hard into her pussy, like she was fucking my whole face as she finally came.

I rolled Linda over on her back and asked if I could come. She said she couldn’t suck my cock since her mouth was too tired, but that I could fuck her recently fucked pussy. As I slid my cock all the way in, she said that with all the fucking she had done earlier, it might be better if I waited until later that night. She promised me the fucking of my life.

We went to dinner and I could hardly eat I had to come so bad. Linda didn’t help matters as she sat across from me with a short dress and no bra or panties. Every once in a while she would finger her pussy and let me lick her hot juices. This was driving me wild. I begged her to take me upstairs and fuck my brains out. She said she would if I agreed to try a new game.

The game turned out to involve ice cubes, which Linda rubbed freely over my nipples, cock and balls while I lay on the bed, once again licking her pussy and asshole. Then she told me to tongue-fuck her ass real good, in order to loosen it up. Just the thought of later fucking her ass inspired me to tongue-fuck it like a madman.

She asked if I enjoyed watching her fuck those three big studs from afar. I moaned a yes between licks and she asked if I could see the size of their dicks. I said that I really couldn’t tell the size from the balcony. She said she could fix that, and I heard Chad, Steven and Merle enter the room.

Chad said he was glad to see that I was getting my wife’s pussy and ass ready for them. Also, he said that his wife was out with her boss but would be coming by later to really show Linda how to fuck me.

Linda leaned forward and Steven put about a ten-inch cock in her pussy. It was incredibly exciting licking her clit while seeing his cock just an inch from my face, stretching my wife’s pussy. He held her hips and fucked her as fast as he could, and his balls kept rubbing up against my face. As she was nibbling on and kissing my dick, she said she needed a bigger cock to suck. Well, Merle stepped up and I could hear her sucking him off. Just then Steven said he was about to come. When he pulled out, Linda told me if I wanted to come tonight, I shouldn’t let a drop of come hit the sheets. I watched as each of the guys fucked her pussy, and of course I licked her clean after each.

Linda said that since the guys had only pushed a few inches of their cocks into her ass earlier, she wanted them to try and really fuck her ass. Merle was first since his cock, at eight inches, was the smallest. It took several minutes before he could get his cock all the way up her ass. But soon he was pumping her hard and fast. She said that I should help in her pussy, and I felt his cock pump five or six big shoots of come.

Linda turned to kiss me just as I came. She had me lick and suck her pussy and ass one last time. Then I curled up and was just falling asleep when I heard her tell them that I love sticky buns for breakfast, so they better get busy.—
E.J., Hanover, Indiana

THIS COUPLE VOLUNTEERS THEIR HANDS AND MOUTHS FOR A FRIEND IN NEED

My wife and I have been married for three years. I am fifty-two; Marge just turned forty-five. Her long blond hair is usually pulled back in a ponytail. She has an average build, with shapely legs, trim ankles, pretty feet and a sexy instep. The fingers of her soft, petite hands are accented with bright red polish.

I am six feet, slender build, brown hair, average-looking and have a nice disposition, so I am told. We both have been married before, but nothing compares to the love we now share and the sexy life we enjoy.

We discussed our sexual fantasies before marriage so there would be no embarrassment concerning individual needs or kinky desires. I told Marge about my secret fetish, nylon stockings. She gave me a big smile and said I was in for a treat. Her sexual pleasure comes from being highly accomplished at masturbating men. Years of practice have made her a handjob specialist I gladly offer up my cock whenever she feels the need to “practice,” or whenever I feel the need to be stroked or to ejaculate. The excitement she feels when she jerks off a penis is for her gratification in its highest form.

Here is a typical scene in our home. I may be reading or watching TV when Marge enters the room wearing a teddy, nylons and four-inch pumps. She recently bought several pairs of sheer 1950s-style nylons with dark reinforced foot and heel and of course seams. The sight of her wearing these stockings brings my cock to full attention. She will place a pillow on the floor directly between my legs, step out of her sexy heels and kneel on the pillow in her stocking feet. She is the picture of a stocking fetish dream come true.

My eyes become glued to those sexy nylons covering her shapely feet and ankles. Marge’s wicked smile tells me what’s coming. She slicks my cock with baby oil. Then her warm fingers move up and down my full cock. She will use her whole hand in slow full strokes, then place two fingers and her thumb near the tip of my cock using rapid strokes, also varying hand pressure.

Marge also knows how to apply pressure near the base of my penis to keep me from erupting. She will keep bringing me to near-climax until she knows I can no longer hold back. We both love watching my cock explode, her hand a blur on my penis. I then masturbate her to several orgasms. We love these sessions and usually do it twice a week. When we really get horny, I shoot my jism on a daily basis.

There is a variation that drives me wild. Marge will slip a tightly rolled stocking over my erection, wrap the other stocking around her hand and masturbate me. The sensation of nylon on nylon, encasing warm fingers, brings me to the point of orgasm in seconds.

Sometimes I shoot my load in the stocking, which Marge places in my mouth so I can taste my own come. Other times she will blow me through the stocking and swallow my semen. We both enjoy the taste of my come, which is mildly sweet I have become addicted to it. We do occasionally fuck, but I prefer her talent and many years as a handjob artist.

My addiction to the taste of come brings me to our best friend. Gil is forty-six, good-looking and a real nice guy. He lost his wife Greta to cancer about two years ago. We have entertained him in our home on a regular basis, and he adores Marge.

Gil is trustworthy in every respect and has never made a move on Marge. I have told him things about my sex life, and he tells me I am a lucky guy to have her as my wife. I know he and Greta had a normal sex life, including mutual masturbation, intercourse and occasional oral sex, but he wished she would blow him more often and swallow his seed. She only did it to please him.

Gil has gone without a sex partner since Greta’s death and is frustrated and depressed. He cannot get a relationship going, even though he is handsome and has much to offer. A few days ago I asked point-blank what he’s doing about sex, and he sheepishly showed me his right hand.

I smiled and said, “If that’s all it takes to satisfy you, I guess I should talk to Marge about jerking you off. I’m sure you will be a new man if you place yourself in her hands.” (He knows about her special talent.)

Gil looked at me. “You’re a big help. Now you’ve got me hard as a rock just thinking about it. I ought to make you jerk me off right now!”

We laughed, then looked at each other in a serious way. I hoped Gil was reading my mind. I was aroused at the thought of masturbating my best friend and eventually blowing him, a fantasy I had never mentioned to Marge. That night I relayed our conversation to her. She blushed at Gil’s getting an erection just thinking about her jerking him off. She was excited. We had to do something to help our best friend.

She wasn’t sure I would go for her suggestion: to ask Gil over, telling him we wanted to help relieve his frustration. I asked what she had in mind. For starters, she would ask if Gil would enjoy having her masturbate him and if it would be okay if I watched. (I almost shot a load in my pants envisioning Marge stroking Gil’s cock.) I said it was a great idea, and it would thrill me to see her do it. We smiled at each other, and I told her how much I loved her for her willingness to please Gil.