Letters to Penthouse XXII (23 page)

Then she got up and stood in front of the sofa. “Don’t stop,” Deedee pleaded. “Fuck me, Allison, fuck me.”

Allison slid her dress off. Then she knelt, spreading Deedee’s legs apart, and began to lick and suck on her pussy. She stopped just long enough to tell Deedee how good she tasted, and that she wanted her to orgasm as she ate her pussy. At that point Deedee grabbed Allison’s head and started fucking her face, her body writhing and twisting on the sofa as Allison continued to tongue-fuck her.

When Allison stuck one of her wet fingers up Deedee’s ass, Deedee exploded into an intense orgasm, crying out, “Yes, AIlison, yes, Allison, ohh god, yes!” Allison gently licked up Deedee’s juices, then kissed her way up her body as Deedee’s climax gradually subsided. They embraced in a passionate kiss as Allison laid her body on top of Deedee’s. Then Deedee rolled her over, saying, “It’s your turn to enjoy.”

Later Deedee told me she wasn’t sure what to do, so she just did what Allison had done to her. She started by kissing Allison’s neck and nibbling on her earlobes as she caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She then kissed and licked her way to Allison’s breasts and took each one in turn, kissing, licking and sucking on her hard nipples, flicking them with her tongue. Allison started moaning, telling Deedee how great it felt, and how she couldn’t wait for her to eat her pussy.

I couldn’t keep myself from rubbing my cock as Deedee moved down toward Allison’s pussy. I watched her rub it and stroke it, and then she inserted a couple of fingers inside it as she started to lick and suck Allison’s clitoris. Allison then arched her back, writhing, gasping and crying out, “Yes, Deedee, oh baby, that’s the spot!”

Deedee was really getting carried away now. She rolled Allison over and began to kiss and nibble her tight ass, then ran her tongue over the round buttocks. Then she spread Allison’s cheeks and started tongue-fucking her asshole. At that point I was ready to shoot my load. As she slid her tongue in and out of Allison’s ass, her fingers continued to fuck the older girl’s pussy. Finally she drew her mouth away and inserted the middle finger of her other hand up Allison’s ass, fucking her with both hands now, and Allison was saying, “Yes, Deedee, fuck me! That feels great!”

“Oh yeah, come, Allison,” Deedee responded. “Give me one big orgasm, bring it home!” She pumped harder, her hands moving in a swift contrapuntal rhythm, until finally Allison pushed back against Deedee’s fingers, driving them deep into her pussy and ass. Then she arched her back sharply, let out a low, ragged moan and fell face-first on the couch.

Deedee fell on top of her, kissing the back of her neck, both of them panting and moaning. After about ten minutes they sat up. Allison said, “Hey, let’s take a shower and finish this in my bedroom.”

Deedee kissed her and said, “Let’s go.”

I watched as they went into the bedroom, and then started to sneak out quietly. But as I got to the door I heard Deedee telling Allison that she was going to make sure everything was locked up, and would be right back. Then she came into the living room, smiled at me and said, “Did you like what you saw?’

“Honey, you were great!” I said.

“Let me see your cock,” Deedee said, and when I took it out she got down on her knees and began to suck me as she’d never done before. In a minute I was coming and she was taking it all. She licked me clean and said she would see me in the morning. A second later I was out the door.

But Deedee’s night was just beginning. She told me later that she and Allison showered together, soaping each other up and doing a 69 under the spray of the water. Then they went to bed and took turns fucking each other’s pussy and ass with Allison’s dildo. Deedee said it was great, but still she was thinking of me all the time, because she likes to have the real thing in her pussy, and she couldn’t wait to feel me up her ass as well. She soon got her wish.

She also said that Allison wanted to do it again, and had asked her if maybe I would like to join them some-time. I’m really looking forward to that!—
N.G., Tempe, Arizona

A GIFT FOR THE GUEST

Something happened last weekend that I still don’t believe, although if it’s a dream, it’s the best one I ever had.

I have been married for about eight years, and not once have I seriously considered cheating. My wife Loretta is five feet five inches tall, thirty-two years old, with glossy brown hair, great legs, a great ass and round firm tits with nipples that would cut glass.

About a year ago, when I was too drunk to know any better, I told Loretta that I would love to see her make love with another man. The sex was great that night, and the next day she told me that she knew it was just the alcohol talking. I was relieved.

Last week Tom, my best friend in the world, came to visit. He and my wife and I had two great days on our boat, and a couple of nights painting the town. On his last night in town we went out for an early dinner, then came back to our house for some movies and wine. We were finishing the second bottle and beginning the second movie when we started talking about Loretta. Tom told me that he thought she looked great in a bikini, but even better in the strapless evening gown she had worn that evening at dinner. I was feeling the booze, as were we all, and I asked him if he didn’t think my wife had great boobs. Loretta smiled when Tom said he sure did, and that I was a lucky man.

At that point I reached over and cupped one of Loretta’s breasts. Her nipples blossomed and seemed to stick out a full inch against the material of her dress. I smiled at her and suggested that she give Tom a better look. To my surprise, she stood up and took off her dress.

Underneath the dress she wore only some very skimpy silk panties. I was impressed, and I thought Tom was going to have a stroke. When she sat down I leaned over and started to suck one of her nipples. Tom did not waste any time. He came over and took the other nipple into his mouth. Pretty soon we could not hear the movie for all the moaning Loretta was doing. She was holding on to our heads, one with each hand, mashing our faces against her chest, and she was grinding her ass into the sofa.

I moved down between her legs, sucking her pussy juice through the material of her panties. She tasted better than ever before. When I looked up she had her head back against the cushions, rolling it from side to side as she stroked Tom’s dick, which he had slipped out of his pants. She looked at me with a question in her eyes. I smiled and nodded my head. She got the message and leaned over, taking my friend’s hot organ into her mouth.

I stopped eating her and grabbed her hips, maneuvering her around on the sofa until I could enter her doggie-style, while she continued to eat Tom. When I slid inside her she gave a grunt, but still didn’t take her mouth from Tom’s cock. But when I started thrusting into her she couldn’t hold on to it. As I pounded at her, she moved up until her chin was on Tom’s chest and her pussy over his dick. I pulled out and positioned him right at the entrance to her box. Loretta moaned and started to say something, but I knew that she wanted him. I eased her down gently until he slid inside her. Then I sat back against the cushions and watched them get it on.

It was a thrill to watch my wife and my friend screwing each other. I enjoyed it almost as much as they did, and they enjoyed the hell out of it. Loretta always makes a lot of noise when she comes, but this time she screamed so loudly that I was glad the neighbors were out of town.

Afterward we turned off the VCR and went back to the bedroom. Tom was one tired guy when he left the next day. This was four days ago, but I am still on a high from the experience, and so is Loretta. I can’t wait to do it again.—
R.F., Sacramento, California

PASSION PROBLEM?

I am having a problem with my thirty-two-year-old wife, Denise, and the weird part is, I started the problem.

I had long held fantasies about Denise-who happens to be a damn good-looking woman-fucking and sucking off other guys. About six months ago an old friend from our hometown came for a visit, and the three of us got real sloshed at our house. Marv, who is married to one of Denise’s best and oldest friends, is a good-looking, well-built guy, and I had always suspected that Denise had the hots for him.

By nine-thirty the kids were in bed and we were polishing off our third bottle of champagne. Marv was complaining about Sherri, his wife, and how she never gave him a good neck rub or massage. This has always been one of Denise’s specialties, and when we all lived up in Albany she had often given Marv a nice neck massage. Now his obvious hint soon had her doing it again. She was sitting on the couch, while he sat in front of her on the carpeted floor of our family room. As she proceeded to rub his neck and shoulders, I felt my cock start to stir. It was obviously the champagne that made me suggest, when Denise had finished, that she should now provide him with a good cock rub.

Almost immediately I wished I hadn’t said it, because they both stared at me with open mouths and questioning gazes. Then Denise really surprised me by saying that she couldn’t rub his cock while I was watching.

Maybe I didn’t take her seriously, or maybe it was the champagne again, but I heard myself suggest that she take him into my office and do it there. After another long look at me she shrugged her shoulders, then took Marv by the hand, led him into the office and shut the door.

There I sat, my cock as hard as a rock, as my wife disappeared into my office with one of our best friends. I waited for perhaps three or four minutes, then got up and went over to the office door. I pressed my ear against it, and I could hear Marv quietly moaning and saying how good it felt. Then I heard Denise tell him that she’d never imagined it was so big.

I’d had enough by now, and I tried the doorknob, but it was locked. I again pressed my ear to the door and heard Marv saying over and over, “My God, oh yeah—rnnun.” I could imagine Denise kneeling in front of him, between his spread legs, using her delicate fingers to caress and pump his shaft and balls. I felt a pang of jealousy, but also an unexpected thrill. These sensations were intensified tenfold when I heard him say, “Oh shit, oh damn, your mouth feels so good—oohhhh!”

She was blowing him. I couldn’t believe it. But it had started at my suggestion, and my excitement was overwhelming my jealousy. I went back to the family room and sat down, my cock straining in my jeans. I finally took it out and began to beat myself off. My fantasy had come true, after all.

Finally, about ten minutes later, the office door opened. As Marv walked into the room, I heard Denise running upstairs. Marv sat down across the room from me, and we just looked at each other for a while. Finally he said he hoped I wasn’t pissed off at him. I told him I couldn’t be, since I had suggested it. There was more silence. But finally I couldn’t restrain myself. “Did you—did you come in her mouth?” I asked.

Marv hesitated, but then he gave me that impish grin of his and said yeah, he had. Denise had never let me come in her mouth, and now my hard cock, which I had quickly stuck back in my pants when I heard the office door open, felt like it was about to shoot. Then I asked him if she had swallowed his cream. “Most of it,” he replied.

I took a deep breath, and just then Denise came into the room. I looked at her and asked, “Well, did you have a good time?” I could not take my eyes off her sweet pink lips, knowing that they had just given Marv the ultimate pleasure.

“Yes, it was great,” Denise said. “Now don’t give me a hard time, Joel, because you made it happen. You know Marv has always turned me on, and I really thought that you wanted me to do it. So I did.”

“It’s okay,” I told her. “I guess I did want you to.”

Denise smiled then and said that there was just one problem: she was hot as hell and needed to get fucked. She sat down next to me and started kissing me as she rubbed my cock through my jeans. My head was spinning, I wanted her so bad. As I stood up, she really blew my mind by asking if Marv could join us. She said she’d always fantasized about having two guys make love to her, and she didn’t think she would ever get another chance.

That night, Marv and I did just about everything to her that we could think of. He turned out to have a really big cock, and Denise loved having it stuck deep in her twat. She also loved taking on both of us at the same time. I finally got her to let me shoot off down her throat, and we both loved that.

Now, here’s the problem. Ever since that night, Denise has become sexually insatiable. I’ve already brought home four coworkers, all of whom have enjoyed her sexual talents. Several days ago she confessed that she’d taken the young college student, who cuts our lawn, to bed because she was so horny and he looked so good, she just had to. I asked her how hard it had been to seduce him, and she said that a tight halter-top and short shorts made it really easy. With that, she dropped to her knees, pulled out my cock and sucked me till I flooded her mouth with come. Then she asked me if I didn’t really get a big thrill out of her being a slut, and I had to admit that I did. So okay, maybe it’s not a problem after all.—
J.R., Long Island, New York

LOVIN’ LINDA

I’m a college student in the Midwest, and I have been an avid reader of your magazine for about three years now. I love your stories, especially the ones where men watch their wives and girlfriends get fucked by other men. I myself have always wanted to see my girlfriend fuck another guy. And I finally got my wish.

Linda is a five-foot-three-inch Puerto Rican girl with green eyes, brown hair and skin, a great 33-25-32 body and a sweet little pussy. When I told her my fantasy, she finally agreed to it after just a little reluctance. I was surprised, because she was a virgin before she met me, and is very conservative with her body.

After looking around for the right guy for her to fuck, I finally ran into an old friend named Derek. Derek is cool. He’s not exactly tall or good-looking, but he’s built like a motherfucker and has a big beautiful cock that I knew Linda would have to love.

When I asked Derek if he would like to have sex with Linda, he said sure. I would have been very surprised if he had said no. She’s hot! I mean hot! And Derek hadn’t been laid in ten months.