Letters to Penthouse V (24 page)
Your magazine, and a little imagination, have completely changed our sex lives.—
M.A., San Diego, California
A COP’S GIRLFRIEND STOPS TRAFFIC, BUT STILL KEEPS THINGS FLOWING NICELY
My lover and I have been together for a little over three years, and our sex life has improved steadily. Our continued growth is due in great part to the openness and honesty which your magazine has fostered in us.
We are both in our mid-forties, and in good shape physically. Lee works in law enforcement, which gives him both the incentive and the opportunity to take care of his body. I was until recently an aerobics instructor, and continue to work out, which of course has kept me fit. I admit that I’m pretty vain about my looks and my body.
When I first started dating Lee, I thought it was rather perverse of him to suggest, during a warm Sunday ride in his car, that I take my blouse and skirt off and let the warm springtime sun play on my skin. The thought stayed in my mind, though, and I started to like it. Eventually I decided to try it. I was shy at first, but it felt great, and Lee was delighted.
He helped me get the seat all the way back, so that I was actually lying down, and we drove for what seemed like hours, letting the sun dance across my naked tits and pussy. I was so mesmerized that I didn’t notice when a tractor trailer pulled alongside so that the driver could admire my nudity.
When I caught on I felt shy again immediately, but when Lee gently put his hand on my legs and eased his fingers into the pool of moisture between my thighs, I decided to go back to dreaming and enjoy what was happening. His artful fingers teased and played in the increasing wetness that flowed from my pussy.
I was surprised, the next time I opened my eyes, to find that our companion was still with us. Not only that, but he’d begun to signal us. He cupped one hand under his chest and pointed at me, to indicate my tits, then kissed his fingers to say that he liked them. This attention was making me wetter and wetter by the second. I began spreading my legs even further, to allow him a better view of Lee’s fingers sliding in and out of me. He showed his pleasure by pulling the cord on his airhorn, letting out a long blast that was a shout of approval.
He began signaling a turn and pointing at us. Lee gave him the thumbs up. We got off the highway at the next exit and parked at a pulloff in some woods. Lee told me that he knew about this place from being a cop.
I was still naked, and he was still stroking my pussy, when the car came to a stop. I noticed that there were a few other cars around. I didn’t notice that Lee had rolled down the window until I saw the truck driver standing by my side of the car, staring down at my body. I was by then writhing in a puddle on the leather seat as Lee continued to finger-fuck me.
Slowly and gently the stranger reached through the window and touched my thigh. He looked at me to see if this was all right with me, and when I just sighed he slid his hand up my thigh to my waiting pussy. Lee withdrew his hand, leaving me feeling empty, but not for long. Our new companion replaced Lee’s hand, cupping my whole pussy for a moment and then softly slipping a finger inside. At the same time he pulled his stiffened cock out of his pants and began to stroke it.
Lee got out of the car and walked around to my side. He asked the stranger to step to one side for a moment. He opened the door, guided me out of the car and asked me if I wanted a good fucking from this guy. When I said yes he suggested that I bend over and put my hands on the seat for support. I did, arching my back and offering my moist cunt and ass for the stranger to enjoy.
Lee surprised me by pulling a bunch of condoms out of his pocket and handing one to the trucker, who accepted it graciously. I looked at Lee, who just smiled and shrugged at me. “I used to be a Boy Scout,” he said. “I’m always prepared.” Lee came back around the car, slid into the driver’s seat and turned sideways to face me. He unzipped his pants, unbuckled his belt, and presented his cock to my face. In this glorious position I was able to eagerly wrap my lips around his dick while the stranger pushed his rubber-clad dickens into my cunt.
With the sun still beating down on my bare back, I started rocking back and forth between my two lovers. We got into a smooth rhythm that I wished could last forever. Nothing is perfect, though, and before too long I felt Mr. Trucker’s penis pulsing inside my pussy, and felt the tip of the rubber swelling with his load. Not long after that, Lee’s rod began to swell, and I knew that he was about to let go as well. I pulled his dick out until the tip just rested on my tongue, jerked him with my hand, and let him watch his sperm land all over my lips and teeth. When I had it all I licked it into my mouth and swallowed.
I assumed at this point that our afternoon delight had ended, but when I looked around I realized that another stranger had been watching from several yards down the road. He shyly stepped forward. The first stranger stepped aside, and the second guy began to feel my heaving breasts.
I stood up, turned around, and slid his sweatpants down over his hips, finding a nice hard cock tucked inside. Lee went and got his camera from the trunk of the car, and began taking pictures as I sucked candidate number two into my well-lubricated mouth. Lee stopped his camera work after a couple of minutes and handed me a condom, which I unrolled over the guy’s erection. This not only protected me, but allowed me to savor his delightful prick for a little longer. Still, it wasn’t long before he was close to coming, and I finished him with my hands so that I could pull off the rubber and watch his sperm spatter my breasts.
My two strange fucks thanked me very politely and went back to their vehicles. Lee and I got back in his car and headed home. I never did get dressed, though, and all the way back Lee kept fingering my cunt.
It was a glorious day, one I’ll never forget. I’m so glad now that Lee suggested I start keeping a journal of our experiences, because the three years that have passed since then have been loaded with such adventures, and I would hate someday to forget a single one of them.—
L.B., Passaic, New Jersey
SAFE SEX IS HOT SEX, ASSERTS A NEW CONVERT TO RUBBERIZED JOY
It had been a fairly boring party. I had drifted in and out of half a dozen conversations, discussions I’d had before and will have again. Then a tall redhead spoke the magic word “sex.” My brain popped back into gear and I started to listen. The word “sex” had been preceded by the word “safe.” She was arguing that anyone with a little imagination can still enjoy a casual encounter and remain safe.
I must admit I was attracted by the idea, as I hadn’t had any encounters, casual or otherwise, in entirely too long. I hung around to add my two cents on the topic. The party slowly died around us, and soon there were just the three of us: Tracy, her boyfriend Peter and myself.
Once we arrived, Peter and Tracy began my lessons in safe sex. I was invited to undo the zipper on Tracy’s sexy dress, and she sensuously wiggled out of it while Peter went off to the bedroom. She had large brown areolae surrounding her nipples, and her breasts stood firm and high. Dull red hair showed in wisps around her cleft, and a little line of juice was flowing down her left leg.
She invited me to sit on the sofa, and moved behind me. Bending over, she nibbled at my neck while unbuttoning my shirt. Her lips were soft and her wet tongue began to explore my ear as she undid my belt. Her fingers flicked over my hard nipples, blowing cool air into my damp ear. The bulge in my pants began to grow.
Peter returned, and announced that the bedroom was ready. He came over and took off my shoes and socks while Tracy continued biting my neck, and I soon felt my pants sliding off.
With a hand from Peter and a final lick from Tracy, I rose and followed them into the bedroom. Tracy went over to Peter and began to undress him while I sat on the bed. I was surprised to find that Peter was wearing red lace panties and black stockings under his pants.
Tracy started another phase of the lesson by explaining that good safe sex was more than wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. It’s slow and enjoyable, involving the whole body. She told me to close my eyes. I felt a hot, wet tongue at my ear again, and soft fingers lightly caressing my brow. I felt my feet being grasped and firmly rubbed. My head began to spin from the warm scent of Tracy’s breath. Her soft lips roamed over my face, neck and chest while the massage crept up my legs, relaxing my tensions and making me sigh.
It was a unique experience, and my penis rose under my shorts as my lovers approached it. They stopped for a prolonged kiss above my pulsing prick. Then I was rolled over, and Peter’s strong hands continued rubbing upward until he could cover my ass with kisses. By the time my neck was being firmly rubbed by Peter, Tracy was circling my big toe with her teasing tongue, just like it was a cock.
Part three was a demonstration that a rubber could be a superbly sexy toy. Still on my back, now without my shorts in the way, I watched Tracy begin working on my cock, teasing with her fingernails, lightly brushing my balls. I arched up each time she fluttered over my steaming sacs.
Tearing open the package, she took the condom in her mouth, holding it in place by suction. Ever so slowly she descended toward my quivering cock. Working with finesse, she unrolled the rubber, pausing frequently to work back up to the tip, then back to the roll, licking carefully to be sure of a tight fit. Once I was securely covered, she turned to Peter and let me watch as she covered his shaft in the same way.
I was soon rolled over and on all fours as Tracy crawled under me. Propping her head on a pillow, she began to play her tongue over my rubberized rod. With an expert cocksucker, a rubber is really no barrier to pleasure. In fact it can help to make it last longer. Tracy sensed my every twitch, and her timing was incredible. I kept building up, but she kept me just this side of coming for I don’t know how long.
Somewhere during this, Peter returned. I felt fingers on my ass-cheeks, followed by the sensation of warm oil being spread over my ass and up along my back. Tracy was working in perfect harmony with his stroking hands, sucking on my rigid rod as my back and butt were pleasured.
I was beginning to feel loose all over, cared for, paid attention to in a way that I wasn’t used to. I felt Peter’s weight on top of me, and then the hardness of his rubber-covered cock sliding between my cheeks and up the base of my spine. I clenched my cheeks to squeeze him more tightly.
It was a dream come true, with a hot and skillful redhead giving me a slow, deep blowjob, while her stocking-clad boyfriend let me feel what it was like to have a dick and balls sliding all over my lubricated fanny. Sudden hard sucks from Tracy pulled my orgasm from me, and I gasped repeatedly as I came. Peter held my hips and pressed his hardness against me, increasing the strength of my contractions.
When I finally went limp, Peter peeled my condom off and gently cleaned my softening dick with a warm washcloth. Tracy reached over to the night table and handed me a dildo. As her cunt was just below my face, I dropped to my elbows, my ass in the air, which let Peter know that his attentions had been welcome, and he went back to sliding up and down my ass-crack.
I slowly inserted the dildo in Tracy’s wet and waiting slit. I was tempted to give a lick, but I stuck to the dildo for safety’s sake. I discovered a button on the end, and turned on the motor hidden in that counterfeit cock. I kept it to a slow vibration at first, and used shallow strokes. My thumb would carefully make contact with her clit every once in a while, and I felt her begin to wiggle below me. Soon all three of us were moving in the same rhythm, Peter’s dangling dong sliding smoothly, the dancing dildo just touching Tracy’s cervix, then out and in again.
The bed was shaking, and Tracy began to move beneath me. With a cry, she bucked under me and came, over and over again, and I felt Peter speed up. Again, I clenched my muscles, giving him some friction to work with, and soon I felt the tip of his condom begin to fill with his hot spunk, his voice rising and falling in waves of ecstasy.
Sex can be safe and great, and the gender of your partner is not the only thing to be concerned with.—
R.D., Albany, New York
BORN-AGAIN WIFE FOOLS AROUND; HE SAYS “MORE”
My wife Sharon and I have been married for twenty years, and together for twenty-two. In her younger days my wife was very popular, and as a result had a number of sexual relationships. She was in such a relationship when we met.
After nine years of marriage I started getting restless and bored with our sex life. I started reading
Penthouse Letters,
as well as other sex publications. We both got a charge out of them and they rekindled our sex life. We started sharing our fantasies with each other. My wife’s fantasies were all very laid back, while mine were a little on the kinky side.
My prime fantasy was to see my wife fuck another man. We talked about this, and it was very arousing, but the fantasy lacked details.
After a lot of discussion, Sharon said she’d like to try it, and we had to think who her new partner would be. It would have to be someone discreet and clean, maybe one of her earlier sex partners, maybe someone new.
One night, while enjoying some sex play, she shyly mentioned our friend Thom. Thom has wanted my wife Sharon from the time we first met. Thom has dated one of Sharon’s close friends, and we have always talked openly about sex. He seemed a good choice.
My wife called him on the phone that same night, about nine o’clock. To our surprise he answered, as he usually goes out. Sharon asked why he was home and he said Susan was sick and he was sitting home bored stiff. My wife told him the stiff part sounded very interesting, and to hold that thought and come over. He told her, “Don’t tease me; in my condition I might take you up on that.” My wife responded with, “Please do. You won’t be sorry,” and with that she hung up the phone and unplugged it.
I wasn’t sure he’d come, but he was there in about thirty minutes. My wife met him at the door in a white shirt of mine, a white garter belt, tan hose and white high heels. She greeted him with a giant French kiss that about brought him out of his shoes. A really special night followed, but my wife told me the next day that she didn’t need or want any other dick in her pussy than mine. This was a letdown to me, and our sex life went back to the old routine.