Through some miracle I was able to hold off my own climax. Angela asked me to stop a minute to let her catch her breath. We spent the time hugging and kissing, and cooing at each other.
Finally she said, “I’ll get on my hands and knees. You enter me from behind.”
Suddenly, right there in front of me was the cutest butt in the whole world, with Angela’s little brown bud of an anus winking up at me. Her vagina looked so nice and inviting from that angle, with her pink labia all swollen and ready. I entered her with my cock, and we soon established a more vigorous rhythm than before. I also had a better view of my cock sliding in and out of her hairy slit, just below her asshole.
As I thrust in her, I ran my hands over her back and around to her tummy, finally grasping her breasts and playing with her nipples. She begged me to go for broke this time, so she could feel my semen squirting in her. With my hips bouncing off her nice round cheeks with each stroke, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I blew my load in her body. Soon I was blasting away full-force in this fabulous woman’s inner sanctum.
“Oh, I feel it squirting!” gasped Angela. “It’s making me come again!” She gave a series of deep guttural grunts, and I felt the now-familiar contractions. I wanted to stay in that satisfying hole of hers forever, but my depleted cock shrank down and plopped out unceremoniously. We sank down on the bed, and caressed each other again in the beautiful afterglow.
After ten minutes or so, Angela gently picked up my soft organ and examined it. She lifted my scrotum with care, and looked between my legs to see how everything fit together. Then she laid my penis back on my tummy and ran her fingers lightly over it as she said, “My, what a marvelous thing you have there.” She leaned down and kissed it on the back side. It twitched. She lifted it up again, slid the foreskin back a little and kissed it right on the tip. “Do you like it when I do that?” she inquired.
“Yes! It feels awfully good,” I said.
“I taste myself on you,” Angela said.
“Do you like that taste?”
“God, yes!” she gasped. “It’s a real turn-on.”
I desperately wanted her to do more. Which was apparently her plan as well, for she continued to kiss my cock up and down, and finally slid the tip of it in her mouth. Soon she was taking as much cock in her mouth as she could, and I was rapidly getting hard again.
Now Angela turned and swung one leg over me, putting her vagina and her anus right in front of my face. There they were, the most marvelous little cunt and asshole in the world. Then it suddenly occurred to me that she wanted me to do her also. And I was surprised to realize that I was looking forward to it.
I put my hands on her hips and drew her closer to me. I could smell the soap she used, and the muskier odor of her cunt. I wanted to study her thoroughly. I parted her pussy lips and looked into this most fascinating hair-encircled female hole. Angela started rocking her hips back and forth, and I guessed she was getting impatient.
I obligingly brought my lips to that sweet opening and kissed her on the labia. Then I pushed my tongue past the hairy lips and slid it deep into her slit. After probing as deeply as I could, I licked my way up toward her clitoris, and stroked and nibbled that tiny erection with tongue and lips. Then I licked my way down over her slit again to her asshole, in which I stuck my tongue as far as it would go. Angela was in a rapture as I went from one end of her cunt to the other. I felt her moans reverberating against my cock, which was still in her mouth.
Suddenly Angela raised her head and gasped, “Here I go again!” She tensed up, and I felt her juices coursing onto my tongue. She sank back down on the bed, and after catching her breath she said, “Let’s do a long slow one now.” With her on her side in a fetal position, I entered her from behind, and we made love that way for a long sensuous time, completely wrapped up in each other’s pleasure, until we burst into an utterly satisfying mutual orgasm.
We lay together peacefully for a long time. Finally, looking in those beautiful eyes of hers, I said, “I’m so in love with you, I can’t stand it.”
“We’re going to have a fantastic life together,” Angela said softly. “Starting with this afternoon.”
“Darling, we started two years ago,” I said. “Sex is just icing on the cake.”
Angela smiled. “Now do you understand why I wouldn’t let you touch me before?” she said. “I knew I would love it, and go nuts, and lose control. We sure know how to fuck, don’t we?”
I laughed, because I had never expected to hear her use that word. “We were sure good at it for the first time,” I replied. “And it can only get better!”
Well, Angela and I have been married for ten years now, and I was right. It’s only gotten better.—
V.P., Tulsa, Oklahoma
HE DOES THREE WOMEN AT A BIRTHDAY PARTY—AND IT ISN’T EVEN HIS BIRTHDAY
I have always enjoyed reading
Penthouse Letters
, but never expected to be sending in a contribution. However, I just have to tell you about something that happened to me last Friday night.
It was Randi’s twenty-first birthday, and she was having a party at her house. She and I had hooked up briefly last year, and we were still quite friendly. Her hard, athletic body and very aggressive nipples were among the major reasons for our continuing relationship.
At the party, Randi told me that she had slept with the boyfriend of a co-worker of hers named Dina, and now she wanted to fuck Dina herself. Randi was an equal-opportunity fucker. She said she was going to try to fuck Dina that very night. She had gotten it in her head that this would make a great birthday present to herself.
Dina was a hot blonde with beautiful tits and a perfect ass. Randi’s intentions became obvious when she and Dina danced together at the party, their bodies grinding together as Randi fondled the blonde beauty openly. Dina seemed to be as ready and willing as she was. As the night progressed and more alcohol was consumed, the twosome got hotter and hotter.
Dina had brought along her roommate, Audrey, a slim brunette who was less well endowed than either Randi or Dina, but whose tight dress outlined a pair of perky nipples that drove me crazy. I ended up dancing with Audrey for most of the evening. Finally almost everyone had left the party, and Audrey and I were still dancing. At this point I turned and saw Randi and Dina kissing on the couch, with their hands down each other’s pants.
When Audrey noticed what I was looking at, she said to me, “Do you want to join them?”
At first I thought she was kidding. I replied, “Sure.”
But she
wasn’t
kidding!
She took my hand and led me over to the couch, where she immediately joined the other two women in their making-out session. Soon there were hands exploring everywhere, and clothes were being slowly removed, including my shirt. After a few minutes Randi gaspingly suggested that we all move to her room. To my astonishment the three of them hurried off to her bedroom—with me close at their heels.
In the bedroom the women swiftly ripped off the rest of their clothes. Three naked chicks now dragged me to the bed, with only my pants on. I found the closest pussy and began gnawing away as the other two women munched each other. Soon there was just a blur of legs, breasts and pussies around me, and I seriously could not believe that this was actually happening.
Then, between moans, Dina spoke up. “Someone still has his pants on,” she said.
I remedied that by removing my remaining clothes posthaste. My erect dick jumped out, eager for a piece of the action. The women all gathered around me and began helping themselves to my cock, balls and ass.
Then Randi said, “Come on, Bill, I want to see you fuck Dina.”
I was more than willing to comply, and obviously so was Dina. I eased slowly in her moist twat and began to screw her. Fortunately I’d had enough Jack Daniel’s to keep me relatively calm and prevent me from prematurely ending this once-in-a-lifetime experience. As I pounded into Dina, I saw Randi mounting Audrey with a large dildo and humping the shit out of her.
After bringing Dina to orgasm, I next took on Randi, pumping her hard body for a while. The other women lay down on either side of her so I could finger them at the same time. After Randi was spent, I moved on to Audrey, and I finished her off too.
All this time the women kept shouting encouragement. “Fuck her harder, Bill! Make her scream! Fuck that pussy!”
By now I was more than ready to blow my load. I got behind Randi and did her doggie-style, while she ate Dina out at the same time. Audrey reached beneath us and diddled Randi’s clit with one hand while stroking her own with the other. I held out until I heard both Audrey and Dina cry out in climax, and then my throbbing cock exploded deep inside Randi’s body. She too orgasmed as I finished shooting in her, and we all collapsed with exhaustion.
The party was finally over. Randi said it had been a great birthday. We all got dressed and said good night, but not before I thanked all three women for making me the happiest man alive.—
W.S., London, Ontario
HE STARTED OUT STUDYING FOR FINALS AND WOUND UP STUDYING A SEXY COED
It was final-exams week at the university, and throughout the dorm students were frantically cramming in those last bits of knowledge before the dreaded exams. I was alone in my room, absorbing as much calculus and physics as possible, when I heard a tapping on my door.
Not particularly wanting to be bothered with visitors, I was tempted to ignore the intruder and go back to my painstaking academic pursuits. But when the knocking persisted, I reluctantly gave in. Maybe a break wouldn’t be a bad idea after all. I had no idea who the visitor might be, and when I opened the door I was more than a little surprised, and very pleased indeed, to see Georgette’s sweet face.
Georgette was majoring in psychology. Her room was two floors above mine in the dorm, and we had known each other for almost the whole semester. I had always found her personality extremely appealing—not to mention her slim, petite body, perfect breasts and gorgeous face.
“Hey, sexy, thought you could use a break,” she said with a warm smile.
I felt a tingle in my midsection. I invited her in, and we sat on the couch. We started talking about all sorts of things—school, parents, philosophies of life and so on. At one point she started talking about women and the various things they wanted and needed in life. Seeing a possible opportunity here, I responded by asking her in a half-serious, half-joking manner if she would like me to satisfy one of those needs for her.
Georgette gave me a slightly puzzled look, as though wondering exactly what I had in mind—although she probably had a pretty good idea. At that point I got up and took a bottle of scented oil from a shelf. Her eyes lit up, and a smile flourished on her sweet lips. I knew that she was a sucker for a good massage. She had asked me to rub oil on her back once before, when we were swimming with a group of friends. The silky feel of her flesh and her soft moans of pleasure as she squirmed under my hands had made my cock stand up and salute under my bathing suit.
Now Georgette lay down on her stomach, closing her eyes in anticipation. I lifted up her shirt and rubbed the oil softly into the skin of her back. In no time at all I had her in a trance. As before, she began to moan with appreciation. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so there were no straps to get in my way as my hands roamed over her back.
I knew that if I was ever going to indulge myself in her sweetness, this was going to be the night. Still massaging her back, I leaned over and kissed her neck. Her only response was another moan, but I assumed that was a good sign. But it was an even better sign when, in one smooth motion, she turned around on her back, wrapped her arms around me and pulled my body close to hers. She kissed me slowly and passionately, her tongue sweetly probing my mouth.
When the kiss ended, she purred in my ear, “You satisfied one of my needs. Now let me satisfy one of yours.” And with that she slid her mouth slowly down my body, kissing my chest and stomach. She unbuttoned my pants and let my throbbing cock out of hiding. Then she hungrily let the whole thing slide in her mouth and proceeded to work some unbelievable magic on me with her wonderful lips and tongue.
I was in another world, and I couldn’t get enough. But I didn’t want this to be a one-sided affair. After a few minutes, heroically restraining myself from coming in her mouth, I pulled away and began to remove the tight black sweatpants she was wearing. When they were off, along with her panties, I buried my face in her sweet pussy and lapped hungrily at her love juices.
I concentrated hard on what I was doing, and Georgette had a powerful orgasm before I became aware that she was saying something in a quivering voice. I raised my head to listen. What she was saying was, “Fuck me.”
I was not about to argue. I eased my manhood slowly in Georgette’s love-pocket. She moaned loudly and bucked up against me. We moved together strongly, and too soon I spewed my massive load inside her. But I only needed a moment’s rest before coming back to action, thrusting in her even harder than before, until she screamed in ecstasy and erupted in the most explosive orgasm I had ever seen, her entire body gyrating with incredible climactic joy.
Exhausted, we lay there in each other’s arms, in a sweaty, oily mass. It wasn’t doing my couch any good, but I couldn’t have cared less about that.
“So,” Georgette said finally, smiling at me, “aren’t you glad you took a break from studying?”
“Hell, yes!” I replied truthfully. “And please feel free to interrupt me at any time!”—
L.H., Berkeley, California
HER HUSBAND PREFERRED DRINKING TO LOVING, BUT SHE CRAVED BLACK MEN ANYWAY
I would like to share with you an unexpected sexual experience I had not long ago. I had a coworker named Ralph who had a very bad drinking habit. I didn’t particularly care for him—not because he was white and I am black, but because he could be very obnoxious at times. Nevertheless, when he was ticketed for drunken driving and lost his license, I felt sorry for him, and I agreed to drive him to and from work until he could make other arrangements.