Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (6 page)

The moment we stepped into the house, he practically ripped my clothes off me while pushing me toward the kitchen table—just
like I had imagined! He laid me on the table, pushed my legs apart, and licked and bit slowly up my thighs, teasing my pussy.
I fought back orgasm, not wanting it yet. I wanted more.

After a while I thought it should be his turn, so I lifted his head from my crotch and licked his chin clean, then told him
to strip and lie on the table. With his cock hard and throbbing, I kissed his sac, then licked my way up his twitching shaft.
He teased me by moving his cock up and down, turning me on even more.

I wrapped my lips around the head, then worked my way down, stroking with my mouth from balls to tip. His deep moans got louder,
making me even hotter. When I couldn’t take it anymore, needing that cock now, I forced my way on top of him and pinned his
chest to the table when he tried to get up. I reached for his cock and slid it past my wet lips inside my pussy. I fucked
him for a few minutes, loving being in control, and I kept fucking him till my body tingled and I finally reached orgasm.

As I was finishing he threw me off, picked me up, and carried me to the bed, where he laid me down with a force that said
he meant business, then shoved his hard-on into me. The faster he fucked me, the more I screamed—for more!

He saw my vibrator sitting on the nightstand and grabbed it. He stuck it in slowly at first, watching my pussy lips grab onto
it. He pulled it back out slowly, then pushed in again. Gradually he moved it faster and harder. I felt myself heading toward
another climax and told him to slow down a little so he could see my lips pulse as I came.

We both shouted, “Ohmygod” as I came. Afterward, I grabbed my toy and tossed it aside. I still needed to feel his cock inside
me. I took hold of his arms and pulled his hot body on top of me, and soon enough I felt his cock buried in my throbbing pussy.
I grabbed his ass and pulled him harder to me. He held me close to his hot sweaty body. I loved the feel and sound of his
balls slapping the bottom of my pussy with every stroke.

He flipped me over so I could ride him again. I sat bolt upright on top of him, grinding my clit on his pubic bone while pinching
his nipples. As he was about to come, he let out a scream. I watched his face intently as he exploded inside me.

As our bodies dripped with sweat, I was sure we both knew that this was a day we would never forget.

—M.L., Sandy, Utah
     

I want to fill you in on an ongoing situation that I have mixed emotions about. I have an important business client named
Richard, who lives in a city about 150 miles away. About six months ago he called to say that he was going to be in our city
overnight in a couple of weeks, and wanted to be fixed up with a hooker while he was in town. Well, being a happily married
man, I didn’t know any hookers, and was at a loss as to how to make contact with one. Over the next week Richard called more
than once to remind me of his desire, but though I tried my best I was still unable to locate the kind of woman he was asking
for.

Since my wife, Sheila, and I discuss everything, I told her about Richard’s request, and my seeming inability to satisfy it.
Sheila seemed quite interested in the situation and kept asking about my progress. Then one night, during foreplay, she astounded
me by saying that if all else failed, she would take care of the situation. I thought she was kidding at first, but soon decided
that she wasn’t. I was so surprised I didn’t even know how to react.

As the day of Richard’s arrival approached, I’d still had no success in finding a hooker. When Sheila offered to go with me
to see him, I was ambivalent, but I agreed when she said that she would just come along and see what happened—even though
I was pretty sure of what would happen.

When Richard arrived he called me from his hotel and asked me to bring the girl to his room before dinner, as he might want
sex for an appetizer. Sheila quickly got ready to come with me, seeming rather pleased that the situation had developed as
it had. In his hotel room I introduced my wife to Richard by her first name only. He expressed his approval and stated that
she didn’t look like a hooker. Sheila told him she was a housewife and only did this on the side, which seemed to please him
more than ever.

To my surprise he took control immediately, saying that he wanted to see the merchandise and asked Sheila to take off her
clothes so he could take a look. My wife did as he requested without hesitation. Richard then took off his own clothes, revealing
a cock at least ten inches long and very thick. He sat down in a chair and said, “Okay, baby, come over here and suck my dick.”

Again Sheila obeyed him without a pause. As she was sucking him on her knees, he said to me, “Why don’t you take off your
clothes and fuck her doggie-style while she blows me.”

Well, he was the client, after all. I did as he suggested, and it didn’t take long before we were all coming.

After that Richard said, “Okay, let’s go eat. We can fuck some more later.” My wife seemed to like his direct attitude, and
she made some approving comments about his manhood as we got dressed.

The three of us went out to a steakhouse and had a great meal, but both Richard and Sheila seemed anxious to get back to the
hotel. When we did, I was amazed at Richard’s stamina. He gave my wife maybe the best screwing she had ever had.

After several hours of continuous sex, Sheila said she had to go. Richard wanted her to stay all night, and she promised she
would the next time. That was when I knew I had started something.

Richard now makes a point of coming to our city about once a month, and he always wants me to get the same call girl. Of course
this hasn’t been a problem, since the call girl is my wife.

When I mentioned to Sheila that she seemed to be becoming addicted to sex with Richard, she replied that she was just living
out a fantasy, and that every woman fantasizes about being a hooker, as well as about having two men at the same time. “And
don’t forget about the big dick!” she added.

I do have to admit it is a lot of fun for me, too. I enjoy watching her suck his cock, and I really love fucking her along
with him. But at times I am still a little jealous, especially of his big dick. But then, things could he worse. He could
be a local guy!

—Name and address withheld
     

My wife Lana and I are an interracial couple, married for only two years. We are both in our late 20s and enjoy a very active
sex life. Lana is a dark-complexioned black woman, almost six feet tall, with long soft thick hair, big sparkling brown bedroom
eyes, full lips, a thin waist, a firm flat stomach, a pair of round soft cocoa-colored breasts with long dark nipples, a skirt-stretching
bootie that juts way out behind her, and a thick growth of pubic hair between her long sexy legs. As for me, I am just your
average-looking white guy who loves and enjoys her.

Lana surprised me the other night while we were curled up in bed together. She said she had found something that belonged
to me while cleaning the house that day. She nudged her face into my neck, her breath warming my skin, and softly glided her
long-fingered hand over my bare chest as she asked me to guess what she’d found. She was wearing a thin satin nightie and
pair of thong panties, while I wore only a pair of white briefs. When I said I had no idea what it could be, she gave me a
knowing smile and got up, saying, “Just relax, baby. I’ll be right back.”

Lana returned to the bedroom with a couple of cassette tapes and asked me if they looked familiar. I immediately began to
blush as I confessed that they were sex movies I had bought some time ago, and had almost forgotten about.

Lana was grinning. “So tell me, baby,” she said. “What turns you on the most in those movies? Never mind, I think I already
know.” Still standing, she turned her back to me, and I watched as she slowly and sensuously lifted her nightie up and over
her head, then dropped it on the floor. Then she bent down, turning her head to look into my eyes with a devilish smile while
she slowly peeled her panties down over her luscious brown ass and long sexy legs.

Lana then walked over to the VCR and popped in one of the cassettes. She flicked off the light and curled up next to me again
while waiting for the tape to begin running. I must confess at this point that I’ve always been self-conscious about my rather
small penis. Lana never complained, but I know she must wish I were bigger. There were times while we were engaged in really
hot lovemaking when I could tell she needed me to go deeper inside her than I could manage. She would spread her legs as wide
as she could, bending them way back and begging me to fill her up, which I could never do.

The scene on the tape began with a black chick working in a kitchen. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of tight denim shorts
and a halter top, with a wedding band clearly visible on her finger. After a minute the doorbell rang and she rushed to answer
it. There stood a tall, sexy-looking black dude. She invited him in and told him to make himself comfortable, saying that
her husband had just left to pick up a few things and would be back soon. She offered him a drink, and when he accepted she
went to the kitchen to make it, then returned and sat down next to him on the sofa.

They began some small chit-chat, but soon he began to glide his fingertips ever so slowly up along the flesh of her thigh.
At first she pretended not to be aware of what he was doing, but soon she put down her drink and began kissing him. Between
kisses, she warned him that her husband might catch them, but the man just chuckled.

After a minute he sat back and watched as the woman slowly undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and then knelt on the floor
in front of him. She tugged down his pants to reveal a long thick black snake hanging down between his dark muscular legs.

“Oh, my god! Now that’s what I call a dick, baby,” the woman said. Looking up into his eyes, she slid both her hands slowly
up along the tops of his thighs, then bent her head and licked his shaft all over, until it was hard as a rock. It must have
been at least ten inches long and as thick as my wrist. Lana and I both watched intently as she worked the head of that dick
with her swirling tongue.

The woman stood up then, pulled down her shorts, and straddled the man’s lap. He held her hips as he slowly worked his big
black dick deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. He moaned out something about how tight she was, while she kept twisting
and gyrating her wide black hips, her round high ass swiveling up and down, back and forth, working his big dick until they
both came. His thick cream oozed down his black shiny shaft while she kept on milking him with her cunt.

There was the sound of a car in the driveway. The woman jumped up, pulled her shorts back up, and gave the black dude a quick
kiss, whispering, “Thanks, baby. I needed that so badly!” Then the door opened and her husband came in. He was a white man!

Lana began to lick one of my nipples as she slid her hand slowly down my stomach and over my briefs. She gave a slight moan
as she felt how hard I was. Pulling off the sheet that covered us, she tugged my briefs down and off, then curled up next
to me again. Stroking my cock, she whispered teasingly, “My, oh my, baby, look how hard your little dick has gotten from watching
her getting all that black meat.” Slowly continuing to pump my dick, she then surprised me by asking if I fantasized about
her fucking another man, a black man with a much bigger dick than mine, while watching those videos. Talk about hitting the
nail right smack on the head! I had to confess that I had given it some thought while masturbating to the tape at times when
she was not around. Then Lana did something I wouldn’t have expected. She told me to pretend that she was the black chick
in the video as she squatted on my face. “Eat me, baby,” she told me. “Suck all his sweet come out. Lick me clean.”