Letters to Penthouse XII (15 page)

Eunice took a place by A.C. and started to rub his low-hanging ball sac as he videoed my blonde wife stroking those black dicks.

Ann said, “Honey, come help me with these cocks.”

We sat on the edge of the sofa—Hector in front of Ann, William in front of me. Carl stood by Eunice, who took hold of his and A.C.’s cocks.

Eunice said, “Damn, A.C., we never had a white guy suck cock. This is great.”

I took William’s ten long, thick inches in my hand, bent it to my open mouth and licked up his bubbling pre-come as I slid his meaty foreskin back. I started beating his meat, massaging his balls and sucking his dick.

Eunice said, “God, that’s the hottest thing I’ve seen. A white man and his wife sucking black cock together!”

Ann was really sucking Hector’s fat cock, stopping occasionally to say, “Please hurry and squirt your hot dick juice in my hungry mouth. Hurry, baby.”

Then she went back to slurping, slobbering, kissing, licking and sucking his beautiful cock and hairy balls. Soon she and I were both rewarded with gooey, warm loads. We milked William and Hector dry.

Ann said, “Honey, why don’t you let Carl put his dick in your hot asshole and A.C. put his in your mouth while I suck Eunice’s red-haired pussy and asshole?”

Eunice said, “Ann, you suck pussy too! Lord, you are a treat, baby.”

Eunice lay down on the bed on her back, and Ann crawled between her wide-spread plump, pale thighs and fitted her hungry mourn to Eunice’s wet, long-lipped pussy. She pulled each deep-red, almost purple lip in her mouth, sucking and licking it as Eunice groaned her approval, saying, “Suck my hot pussy, Ann. It’s got some of A.C.’s come in it. Suck it out, baby.”

Ann sucked, licked and tongue-fucked Eunice’s pussy for half an hour, then Eunice sucked Ann’s pussy. Meanwhile I was on my knees and elbows with Carl’s hard cock fucking my asshole and A.C. on his back under my mouth so I could suck his hot cock. Ann got up and moved the camcorder in for close-up action of Carl’s meat sliding in and out of my puckered asshole.

She said, “That’s it, Carl. Fuck my husband’s white ass. Yeah, fuck him deep. Squirt your hot load of come in him.”

And he soon did, splashing spurt after spurt deep in my bowels. He moaned, and I did too. My cock was throbbing hard as I stood.

Eunice said, “A.C., please let Alex fuck you in the ass. I’ve always wanted to see you take a cock in the ass.”

A.C. smiled and said, “It’s about time I did that for you. Come on, Alex, put that white meat in my black ass.”

I leaned over and licked A.C.’s black ass crack, sticking my pink tongue in it and getting it wet for my eight-inch cock.

He moaned, “Lord, Alex, you suck ass too! My God, you’re amazing. Yeah, more tongue. Oh, rub my balls while you suck my ass.”

I did. Then I moved up on my knees behind his tight asshole and pushed until the head plopped in.

He moaned and said, “Oh God, fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard and deep.”

Eunice had the camcorder about a yard from my dick as I fucked A.C.’s ass. She was breathing hard.

Hector was on his back, with Ann straddling him. She slid down his fat dick till his wiry dick hair was mooshed against her blonde pussy hair. What a sight that was!

William then slid in behind her and slipped his big dick in her asshole. I could see it gripping his dick. And as they matched their slow fucking movements, Carl crawled up to where Ann could suck on his black cock while she took Hector in her cunt and William in her ass. As I pumped my load in A.C.’s asshole, Ann took loads of gooey dick-juice from all three dicks in her dick-loving holes.

Eunice got all the action on tape. While she made Ann and me a copy, William, Hector and Carl all said they had never had their asshole sucked or tongue-fucked, so Ann and I had them get on their knees and elbows and took turns on them. We spread their ass cheeks open, kissed all over their asses and lapped their entire cracks from the bottom of their ball sacs to the top of their spines. Then, focusing on their assholes, we fit our lips around those tight, hot, crinkled, puckered openings, sucking and tongue-fucking their throbbing black cocks while we sucked their hot assholes.

Then Ann took all the guys on again as I showed Eunice my God-given talent for sucking pussy, which I dearly love to do. The taste of pussy juice, the wet, soft feel of warm pussy lips on my mouth and nose as I lick, suck and tongue-fuck a pussy is absolutely the most exciting thing ever known. What sounds this woman made as I gently slid the hood back off her swollen clitoris, softly rotating my tongue around its sensitive stem. I fit my lips around it and applied steady suction. Then as I put my thumb in her pussy hole and my middle finger in her hot asshole I coordinated my movements and my sucking!

Oh yeah, I’m good, really good, and Eunice was singing my praises. Then Carl, William, Hector and A.C. all squirted their hot juicy come loads in and around Ann. I hungrily licked up every drop I could get my mouth on.

As I finish this letter, writing with my right hand, I’ve got my throbbing dick, eight inches long and two and three quarters inches wide, in my left hand. My low-hanging come-filled balls swing back and forth as I slowly smoke my meat. Oh baby, here comes that hot come! Watch it spurt long-distance, men pour out like a pearly white rope.—
A.M., New Orleans, Louisiana

Booty time

NO SALESMAN ALIVE WOULD MIND GETTING JERKED AROUND LIKE THIS

Like most girls I enjoy going shopping every chance I get, but sometimes what I’m shopping for isn’t necessarily on a store’s shelves.

I should confess up front that I’m very into anal sex. There’s nothing more exciting to me than feeling a new man’s hard dick filling my ass up. Normal sex simply doesn’t give me the same dirty, all-encompassing thrill as a good butt-fucking from a guy I’ve just met.

The funny thing is that my ass isn’t the first thing guys notice when they look at me. Don’t get me wrong—my butt is nice and firm and high, but I keep getting told that my legs are my best feature. Even other women have commented that they wish they had legs that look like mine.

There’s a saying that winners are people who use what they have to get what they want. For me, that means luring guys with my legs, then convincing them to pleasure my ass. Luckily for me, most leg-men are so worshipful and obsessed that they eagerly agree to lick my asshole for hours before fucking me in that hot, tight hole.

The best place to find guys like that is in a shoe store. I’ve always had a theory that most of the men who work at those places take more than just a professional interest in their customers.

At a tiny shop near the office where I work, the only salesman on duty seemed to have a lot of trouble meeting my eyes. It seemed like he was a lot more interested in staring below my waist. He was so cute I just had to have him.

“I’d like some pumps,” I told him, hoping he understood my double entendre. “Maybe something with a nice, tall heel.”

He ran a finger around the inside of his collar because he was actually breaking out in a sweat! “What size?” he asked.

“Gee, I’m not sure,” I replied. “You might have to measure me.” I hiked up my skirt a little before sitting down in a chair. He took a seat on the wooden stool in front of me. When I lifted my foot to place it on the footrest, my thighs parted just enough to let him get a look up my skirt and between my legs.

Although my outfit was a no-nonsense nine-to-five get-up, I was bare under my skirt. I made a point to sit far enough forward so the salesman could see my pussy. Shifting my weight, I made sure he could see the dark cleft between my ass cheeks, where my lonely little asshole eagerly awaited his attention.

He carefully slipped off my low-heeled shoe and fumbled with the Brannock scale to get my shoe size. I could see his cock start to stiffen through the front of his pants. “Looks like you’re a size five,” he said. I playfully took my stockinged foot and rubbed the sole against his crotch, feeling the big, hard log of his dick. He nervously looked from side to side, but we were still alone in the store.

“Don’t worry,” I told the salesman, whose nametag identified him as Chuck. “Just enjoy it.” I rubbed his dick up and down a little harder with my foot, clenching my toes around his shaft and giving it a little squeeze. He closed his eyes and drew in a long breath through his nose. He was clearly in ecstasy.

“If you keep your eyes shut like that, you’ll miss the show,” I whispered softly. When Chuck opened his eyes, I tugged my skirt up higher so it was gathered around my hips, giving him a much better view of my cunt and my asscrack.

I casually reached down and spread my cuntlips with two fingers, showing off the pink inner folds of my pussy. Then I moved my fingers a little lower. He stared like he was hypnotized as I pushed the tip of a finger up my ass. I worked it in and out a little, all the while rubbing my foot up and down his bulging dick. “I sure wish I had a big cock like yours stuck in my ass,” I whispered. “Would you like to fuck my asshole for me?”

By this time I had my cheeks spread wide. I knew he could see my butthole gripping my probing finger. Chuck’s voice was husky when he said, “Fuck yes!”

“Then why don’t we go into that back room over there?” I stood up before he could answer. I could practically feel the heat of his stare on my backside as he followed me through a hanging curtain.

I leaned over so my ass was sticking up and placed my hands against a shelf full of shoeboxes for support Chuck pushed my skirt up over my rump. He fell to his knees behind me. I gasped with pleasure as I felt his tongue slide up and down my crack.

“Stop teasing me and lick my asshole,” I said. “I want to feel your tongue in there, and I want it to go in deep.”

Just as I expected, he was eager to do my bidding. As the tip of his warm tongue circled my anus, I let my asshole flex open. His tongue plunged inside like a slippery little cock. I let out a long sigh, loving what he was doing. Five minutes ago we had been complete strangers, then he was massaging my asshole with his tongue.

“Fuck me now,” I said, eager to move on to the main event. “I need to get fucked in the ass.”

Chuck got his pants down fast. His stiff cockhead rubbed against my cunt from behind.

“Not there,” I said impatiently. “Stick it up my ass!”

He moved his prick upward so it pressed against my sphincter. The lubrication of his saliva was all I needed back there, and it was all I wanted. Too much wetness ruins a good assfuck. The friction is part of what gets me off.

I pressed my butt back against his dick at the same time that he pushed his rigid pole up my ass. I heard him grunt when he was all the way in. As he started plunging his prick in and out of my asshole, I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. I was out of my mind with excitement.

“Shoot everything you’ve got up my shitter,” I said, “right up my nasty asshole.” Hearing me talk so vulgarly seemed to flip a trigger in Chuck. He fucked me harder, sinking his meat in me faster and faster. I felt his cock swell and begin to throb. He gave a little whimper then cried out as he came. My bowels accepted every hot jet of his come.

Suddenly we heard the bell ring. Another customer was in the store. A woman asked, “Is anyone here?”

Chuck’s cock was still embedded in my ass. He called out from behind the back room curtain, “Sorry, we’re taking inventory. Can you come back later?”

We heard the outer door open and close again as the potential customer departed. I wiggled my butt against Chuck’s crotch. His dick was getting stiff all over again.

I reached between my legs to finger his balls. I asked, “Any chance of a two-for-one sale today?”

All he said was, “You’re fucking amazing.” Then he went back to pumping in and out of my wonderful ass. I knew that I definitely had picked a winner when I selected this particular salesman to seduce.

There’s another happy ending to my story. I left the store with a one hundred percent discount on five pairs of shoes!—
L.M., Boston, Massachusetts

WHY THIS MAGAZINE SHOULD BE ON EVERY SINGLE MAN’S COFFEE TABLE

Some women don’t-understand why guys are so fascinated with anal sex. They think the whole idea of butt-fucking is dirty and unnatural and would rather die than let some man put his prick anywhere near their precious little backsides. I’m glad I’m not one of them, because those silly prudes don’t know what they’re missing.

I’m a girl who’s been to bed with all kinds of men since I moved away from home to attend college in a large metropolitan city last year. I have to admit that my favorite lovers have always been those special guys who know how to enjoy everything that a girl possesses below the waist, not just her pussy.

I found a copy of your magazine sitting in plain sight at the apartment of a guy I’ve been seeing for a while. At first Kevin acted embarrassed, like he was afraid I was going to insult his taste in reading material. To tell you the truth, I kind of got the impression that was what he wanted me to do all along. I’ve noticed sometimes that he enjoys when I have the upper hand and take control of a situation. For example, he never seems to mind that I tell him to kiss and lick my buttcrack for a good, long time before I let him fuck me there. By the time I finally give him the go-ahead to slide his dick up my rear end, he’s as hard as steel and ready to come.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

When I found your magazine and saw Kevin turn red, I decided to give him the kind of reaction he obviously thought he deserved. I held it in his face and said, “What the hell is this? Do you think that I’m not enough woman for you?” I threw the magazine in his lap, pretending righteous indignation.

“No, it’s not like that. It’s not like that at all,” Kevin sputtered. “I just like to—”

I cut him off. “You like to what? Masturbate to dirty stories about other women’s assholes? Is that what you’re trying to say?” He was sitting on his couch. I was standing so I could look down on him in both senses of the phrase. “Maybe you don’t think you’re getting enough of the real thing, is that it? Here, take a look at this. Then you tell me which you like better’—fantasy or reality.”