Letters to Penthouse XXII (19 page)

By now the soldier was fucking so hard, his hips were but a blur of motion in the lamplight.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she cried, gasping for breath.

The soldier hooked his arms behind her thighs. She squealed loudly as he raised her legs up over her head until her knees touched her shoulders. He drove his huge cock into her upturned pussy as hard as he could. She threw her arms up over her head, hands gripping the top of the headboard to brace herself.

“Oooh God, it’s so deep.”

The soldier held her beautiful legs up, the toes now touching the headboard. His hips thrusting at breath-taking speed between her thighs, driving his long cock into her pussy.

“Ooooh!” she squealed with each thrust. “Oooh! Oooh!”

Suddenly it was as if my neighbor’s body had been charged with a high-voltage current. She moaned and
gasped.
She closed her eyes, then flipped them back open. A piercing sound issued from her throat, followed by another and yet another. Her lovely face, partly concealed beneath the strands of long hair, contorted into an expression of uninhibited wild release as she exploded through orgasm after orgasm.

The muscles in her firm thighs tightened as she flexed them against the soldier’s touch. Her toes touched the head-board over her head, and her hips were raised high up off the bed, which was creaking loudly. My beautiful neighbor’s long period of denial had given way in the face of her new lover’s powerful thrusts deep in her upturned pussy.

His sexual prowess had turned her into a screaming, hip-hunching, ass-twisting wild woman, and her come was now coating the length of his huge cock, which continued those massive strokes in and out of her insatiable pussy. Each thrust of his hips sent her ample buttocks swinging back and forth. They made loud contact every time.

“Yes, oh yes!” my neighbor cried out suddenly as she took one of those deep-filling thrusts. “Give it to me, all of it, harder! Yes, harder! Do it to me! Fuck me, fuck my pussy, aaagghh, aaagghh, fuck me, aaagghh!” screamed my love goddess from under the muscular body of the soldier who was fucking her out of her mind. Her stream of sexual pleadings inspired him to ever harder and faster thrusts.

“Fuck me!” Her cry was almost a scream. “Yes, hard as you can, fill my pussy up, fuck me!”

I doubt that she’d ever used the word “fuck” when having sex with her husband. But I also doubt that she had ever offered herself to him in such an exposed position—her feet kicking the headboard over her bead while she almost stood on her shoulders.

“Oooh, God, yes! You’re doing it, you’re really fucking me now! It feels so good! Oh God! I’ve never felt anything like this—ooh, ooh, ooh; I’m going to come again, going to come again! Aaagghh!”

My beautiful neighbor again screamed as she bucked through another exploding orgasm.

“Oooh, God, come in me, I can’t take much more! Please, for God’s sake, finish me off, give me everything you’ve got!” she heaved in puffs as she took in deep breaths of air after her breathtaking orgasms.

The soldier pulled the length of his huge cock out until only the big head remained inside my neighbor’s well-used pussy. His muscles strained to keep the mounds of her jerking buttocks from flying out of position.

He said nothing for a moment. Then, almost more breathing heavily than speaking, he said: “This is what you really want, a big dick in your hot pussy. You want to be fucked hard. You love it, little married lady. Take this big ten inches of dick! Tonight you’re getting fucked for real!”

He plunged his full cock back into her upturned pussy, bringing forth a wail from deep within her. Then he was again thrusting, about six or seven thrusts a second. Her feet tapped in rhythm against the headboard.

“Next Saturday night,” he said, “I’ll bring two or three buddies and we’ll have a party,” he told her as he fucked her hard and furious. “You’ve got three holes that can all take nice big clicks!”

“But my husband—” my neighbor cried as her beautiful ass leaped upward out of his hands, thrusting her pussy up to take all ten inches. “What would my husband say if he could see me? Oh God, don’t stop! Ooh God, come for goodness’ sake, or … ooh, I’m going to come again! Yes, oh yes, I’m going to come again! Come with me this time. Ohh, come with me, oh yes, with me, aaagghh!”

With a thrust, the soldier buried his ten inches in her pussy. His ball sac pressed against her quivering buttocks. Looking toward the ceiling, he cried the primitive male cry of release and unloaded his store of come deep inside my neighbor. As she took the blasts from his buried hose, she shook and screamed through another orgasm. When my head cleared, I knew I’d seen this woman whose beauty held me in awe receive a fucking of the highest order.

The following Saturday the soldier did bring two buddies, and their big cocks plunged hard and deep, not only in my neighbor’s pussy but in her virgin ass. That night she also learned how to give head. Over the following year I often hid outside her bedroom window and watched her beautiful buttocks take powerful back-and forth thrusts from those well-endowed soldiers. In time they were shipped out, and new ones took their place. My neighbor returned to doing yard work while wearing her cut-off shorts.

Upon his return from his long tour of duty overseas, my neighbor’s husband never knew that his wife had fucked like a wild woman while he was away, and the last I heard, they were still living happily together.—
L.P., San Diego, California

CARNAL CONFESSION

A few weeks ago I did something that I never thought I would do. Being an old-fashioned Catholic woman, I thought I would confess what I did to you instead of to the priest.

It was a Saturday evening, and my husband Harold asked me to drop him off at his buddy Kenny’s house on my way to the mall. The two of them were going to play cribbage. I planned to spend a few hours at the mall and then pick him up at ten-thirty.

When I arrived back at Kenny’s house, they had finished their card game, and Kenny invited me to take a seat and have a soft drink. My husband and I sat on the sofa, and Kenny sat across from us. We made general conversation about sports, the weather and our work. Several times I thought I caught Kenny looking at my legs under my knee-length skirt. I was wearing thigh-highs that evening, so I had to be somewhat careful not to show too much skin under my skirt. I tried to sit in a very ladylike manner, with my stockinged legs crossed; but I still felt a little bit uneasy.

It was when my husband stood up and left the room, announcing that he had to take a leak that the action began. Kenny immediately moved to sit beside me on the couch. Before I could blink, he threw an arm about my shoulders, pulled me into his chest and kissed me right on the mouth. It wasn’t just a peck on the lips, either; it was a long, wet, passionate kiss. I was caught completely by surprise. I should have thought about pushing him away, but for some reason I didn’t, even when our lips separated. I was too stunned to say anything, or at least that’s what I told myself, even when Kenny placed his hand on my knee. I watched in complete amazement as he began to move his hand up my leg under my skirt. Oh god, I thought, just wait till Harold catches Kenny with a hand under my skirt! I felt his fingers teasing the bare thigh above my stocking top, just inches from my panty-covered crotch.

I can hardly believe what happened next. I sat frozen as Harold entered the room. I looked directly into his face, watching for his reaction to the sight of his buddy’s hand under my skirt. But if I was expecting to see shock or anger, I was mistaken. Instead he walked nonchalantly across the room, cool and unconcerned, and sat down directly across from Kenny and me. Kenny now had my pleated skirt above my stocking tops, and my husband had a perfect view of my exposed legs, my panties and his friend’s fingers rubbing my pussy through my under-wear.

I realized now that they had to have planned all this. I sat stiffly, not knowing how to react. I had mixed feelings. I was amazed that Kenny was doing this to me, and yet I couldn’t deny that it was all very exciting. The fact that my husband was sitting just a few feet away, allowing his friend to feel me up, aroused me as much as Kenny’s moving fingers.

I wondered just how far the two of them were prepared to go with this. Purposely I opened my legs a few inches, then a little wider. Kenny took advantage of my action, sliding his hand between my bare thighs. My husband’s eyes were glued to that hand as Kenny finger-fucked me through my panties. It didn’t take long for my blood to start boiling.

Well, if these two wanted to play a game, I would co-operate. I grabbed Kenny’s wrist and removed his hand from my crotch. Then I stood up facing him, reached under my skirt, pulled my panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. Then I spread my legs again.

I didn’t have to tell Kenny what I wanted him to do. He reached under my skirt, his hand covering my thick bush. His fingers searched for a few seconds. Then I figured I’d make it easier for him. I hiked my skirt up around my waist, then placed one foot up on the sofa, ex-posing my pussy and pulling the lips open for him. Kenny’s head moved to my crotch and he began to eat my hot box.

I looked over at Harold, “Is this what you wanted to see?” I asked him. It obviously was; he had his cock out and was stroking it rapidly. Within two minutes I exploded.

After that it was only fair that I do for Kenny what he had done for me, and if anything that got Harold even more excited. So that’s my confession. I suspect the three of us will be spending more evenings together, and I’ll probably be confessing those to you too. Thanks for listening.—
Name and address withheld

AN ORDINARY COUPLE

I have enjoyed reading the stories in your magazine so much that I felt compelled to write. I especially enjoy the stories about threesomes, with the husband watching.

First let me explain that my wife Roberta and I are an ordinary couple. I don’t believe any of our friends and neighbors would ever imagine us thinking of such things, much less acting out our fantasies. We both were reared in religious households, and our sexual experience was limited when we met. For ten years my devoted wife never flirted or dressed provocatively (even though I encouraged her to do so) or showed any interest in anyone but me. Our sex life has always been satisfactory, so we didn’t need anything to spice up our marriage. But sometimes things just happen.

After we had been married about ten years, we began telling each other our fantasies while making love. One night Roberta asked me what my greatest fantasy was, and I said it was to watch her with someone else. At first she thought I was crazy, but after the subject had come up several times over the next few months, she finally agreed to try it, if it was with someone we both liked. I immediately began my search for Mr. Right. When I found a suitable candidate and approached him with the idea, he jumped at the chance. What single guy wouldn’t want to tear off a free piece with an attractive housewife, especially with her husband’s permission? I made all the arrangements, and the date was finally set.

On the night Sean was to visit I suddenly became very nervous, so I told Roberta that when he got there she could take him to bed alone. If it worked out, he could come back again, and then I would watch. Well, it worked out, and he came back often over the course of the next year. Sometimes I watched, sometimes I joined in and sometimes Roberta took him to bed alone. When she did, she would tell me afterwards what they had done, while we made love. It always excited me no end to hear about it, and especially to see my lovely wife naked and enjoying herself with another man. We often discussed the matter, wondering who enjoyed it the most, her or me. What was certain was that his involvement with my wife only made our own sex life better.

It was after Sean moved away that Roberta told me her greatest fantasy. It was to be made love to by a guy who was really hung. It just happened that I knew a guy who fit that description. His name was Phil, and I had heard him brag about what a stud he was, and about how his cock was bigger than anybody’s. So if that was what Roberta wanted, surely I could ask him, and I did. Phil was most agreeable, and I made the arrangements.

On the night he visited, we both took my wife to bed. I had encouraged her to wear her sexiest nightie. It was a short, black, lacy thing with spaghetti straps and matching panties. She had never looked lovelier, and Phil and I were both turned on. She lay on the bed enjoying the attention as the two of us kissed and touched her. I watched as Phil’s hands roamed up her legs and under the hem of her short nightie. As they found the waistband of her panties and began pulling them down, she raised her hips slightly, allowing him to remove her panties and discard them on the floor. He wasted no time burying his face between her legs. While he busied himself eating her pussy, I nibbled and sucked at her breasts. I knew from experience that oral sex was something she really loved, especially when two guys did it to her at the same time. It was obvious by her moans and gasps that she was loving every minute of it, and soon she was having one orgasm after the other. The bed was already wet under her ass.

As of yet Phil had not taken his clothes off, and now he jumped out of bed and quickly undressed. He was a big guy, about six feet three and two hundred fifty pounds, and the image that came to my mind when I saw him naked was that of an elephant. An elephant complete with trunk. He had bragged about having ten inches, but he’d never mentioned it being so thick. It appeared to be at least two and a half inches across. In spite of all our preparation and planning, I figured that nothing was going to happen after all, because Roberta simply wouldn’t be able to take in such a thing.

As he crawled back into bed, I was expecting my wife to shrink away, or at least make some kind of protest that would put an end to the evening; but all that happened when she saw his pole was that her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a little gasp. But she didn’t say anything, or move away when he lay down on top of her. He got between her legs and pressed that huge dick against her crotch. The head of it not only hid her love nest, but appeared to cover the entire area between her legs. I knew there was no way it would go into her; she was just too small. My wife had never been called petite, but with this hulk towering over her she looked like a pixie. Only her arms and legs could be seen protruding from under him. I sat and watched breathlessly as he pressed his giant cockhead firmly against her labia. When at last it began to disappear between her legs, I thought at first he was sliding it underneath her ass. But when about half of it was out of sight, I heard Roberta emit a low groaning sound. All my attention had been between her legs, but I now looked quickly at her face to see if she was suffering. I was surprised to realize that her expression was one of passion and lust. She was breathing hard, and to the extent that his big body allowed it, she was writhing with pleasure underneath him.