Finally Mitchell got up and asked me to switch positions with him. He told me it’s a great view from down there. When he stood up I got my first glimpse of his cock. It must have been eight inches long and very thick. He mounted her and started fucking her. She gradually raised her legs until she had her feet up to her head.
By this time Mitchell was pounding her like a stud in heat. At one point his cock slipped out of her hole. He told me to take it and stick it back in her. I reached up and hesitated a second. He took my hand and moved it to his hard cock. I took hold of it and guided it back into her waiting hole. That was new and wild, touching another guy with my hand.
I then started fingering Suzanne’s asshole, using her cunt juice as a lubricant. I got two fingers into her bunghole and could feel Mitchell’s huge cock on the other side. This seemed to drive her crazy. I could feel her muscles clamp onto his cock and my fingers simultaneously. This was her second climax.
To my surprise, Mitchell then pulled out of Suzanne. He asked her if she could take it up her ass. She said she was so turned on, she was up for anything. He then lay down on his back. She slid down on his rock-hard cock, which was once again buried in her cunt. I moved in behind her. My cock was already slick from my own pre-come, so I rubbed my juice against the crack of her ass to make her asshole slick.
The lady was so turned on that she started fucking Mitchell while we got my cock into her ass. I put the head of my cock next to her hole and let her work herself onto it. Suddenly it seemed just to pop in her to the hilt.
We all kind of stopped for about thirty seconds. Then Mitchell asked if I was all the way in. Suzanne let out a low sensual sound of “Yessss, all the way.” Then she started moving very slowly, fucking both of us at once. I could feel my balls slapping Mitchell’s.
Suzanne began to have another orgasm. It built very slowly until she started saying, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard. I want to feel every inch of both of your cocks.”
I could take no more. I shoved my cock hard into her ass until I unloaded my come deep in her. I can’t remember the last time I had such an intense orgasm.
Mitchell kept fucking Suzanne’s pussy for another few minutes. Then he asked her if it would be okay if he fucked her in the ass. She responded, “Yes, yes, anywhere you want to fuck me. I just want your cock in me.”
I couldn’t believe this woman. She got up on her knees and Mitchell inserted his massive cock in her asshole. She reached under herself and started playing with her clit. I got behind them and put a couple of fingers in her dripping wet pussy. I felt Mitchell’s cock between her pussy wall and her ass.
That was all Suzanne could take. She clamped her pussy and ass muscles around my hand and Mitchell’s dick. They both had wild orgasms. Mitchell fell off her and she fell to the bed on her stomach.
After we all recovered we got dressed and Mitchell spent ten minutes doing his taxes. Mitchell said it was the first time Suzanne had let him fuck her in the ass, and thanked me for lubing it up for him. I told him I’d be glad to do it anytime. They both want to make arrangements to do it again.
Mitchell then asked me if I would drop his tax forms off at the post office. I knew it would be a one-hour wait, and it was already nine o’clock. But I gladly mailed his taxes. I figured it was the least I could do to thank him for the fun I just had.—
J.B., Cleveland, Ohio
WELL, IF YOU’RE SEXUALLY FIXATED ON YOUR OWN ASS, WHAT WOULD YOU CALL IT?
It wasn’t until my neighbor asked me to gather in her mail while she was on vacation that I found out that she, too, subscribes to
Penthouse Letters
. Now, she must have realized I would see the magazine. So, with this fact already out in the open, I didn’t see any harm in asking Lessie point-blank what kinds of letters really push her buttons.
To appreciate her answer, you need to know that Lessie was born and raised in the Deep South. Her drawl sometimes makes one-syllable words like “boy” come out sounding like “bow-eee,” whereas words that ought to have more syllables get knocked down to one or two. Lessie’s take on “probably,” for example, is something like “prol-ly.”
The day I asked which
Penthouse Letters
she likes, Lessie stopped what she was doing at the time and looked at me through a fringe of loopy lashes. She rimmed her lips with her pink, wet tongue.
I tried not to get overly distracted by how hot she looked. Instead of thinking about my soaking panties, I tried to concentrate on her answer.
And what I heard was “autoasphyxiation.” I was stunned. Autoasphyxiation? I registered my astonishment, and I must have been very up-front about it.
Lessie was startled.
“Good gracious, no,” she insisted. “I never did say autoasphyxiation? Whatever do you take me for? What I said was auto-ass-fixation.” (I will spare the reader any attempt to reproduce how either “word” sounded as pronounced by Lessie.)
Relieved as I was by the clarification, I still had no idea on earth what auto-ass-fixation might be. Lessie tried to explain, and this time I tried my darnedest to stay with her.
It seemed that being banged by her boyfriend was never enough to satisfy her. One night she found herself lying in bed thinking about the way the boyfriend fucked her up the ass, and before she knew it she was as wet as the Okefenokee swamp. She was, she said, practically climbing the walls for relief.
She bounced from her bed, fetched some body oil from the medicine chest, took off her panties and plopped back on the bed. Then she lay down on her back and gave the oil a squeeze, carefully directing the trickle of oil past her wanting pussy.
It coursed its way down to her anus, where she met it with her middle finger and traced the letters of her boyfriend’s name on her asshole. She then added lubrication to her middle finger, spread her legs as far as they would go and positioned her finger over her anus. She slid it slowly into her rectum as far as it would go, then traced her index finger over her perineum, over her oozing slit, finally coming to rest on her kernel-hard clit.
From the climaxes that resulted, she knew she was on to something, and for her next auto-ass-fixation session she refined her technique. This time she equipped herself with a dildo, though even now she often prefers to let her fingers do the walking.
I muttered something incoherent like “Uh-huh” or “Oh, really?” and bolted. I couldn’t wait to get home to try it for myself. Heaven only knows what Lessie thought of my hasty exit. If by chance she is reading this now, she will understand what happened that day and know how much I am in her debt.
I have developed an auto-ass-fixation of my own, which has led me into all manner of experimentation. I would love to tell everybody I meet what I’m into, but I’m afraid they’d misunderstand and think I have some kind of sickness or sexual perversion.—
F.K., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
THEY USE A BACKDOOR AID PLUS HIS OWN EQUIPMENT—AS GOOD AS A THREESOME?
Many of your letters deal with “threesomes.” Being in a long-term monogamous relationship with a very sexy woman, I find it hard to believe there are so many men who share their partners with someone else. My wife is even sexier than when we married. Her long well-shaped legs and great breasts are mine to enjoy. Why would I want to share?
On the other hand, I have fantasized about giving Désirée new and bigger pleasures. Among these has been the thought of overwhelming her with multiple cocks—fucking her in the pussy and ass at the same time. Despite my fantasies, my selfishness and our conservatism would never allow a threesome in real life.
I should note that Désirée and I have enjoyed a wide range of intimacies such as an assortment of sex toys and anal sex. It’s not an exaggeration to say that after appropriate foreplay Désirée loves me to fuck her in the ass. Hence the concept of fucking her in the ass and the pussy is not unthinkable. It’s just our mutual desire to be only with each other that rules out a three-way.
Last night we enjoyed a close alternative I’d like to share with your readers.
In the morning I left Désirée a sexually suggestive note, as I often do. I like to give her a sexual thought for the day. This note told her I had a new anal dildo, and described it—hot pink, about three inches long, with the neck-and-bulb shape common to dildos intended for the ass. The note directed Désirée to a dresser drawer where the dildo was displayed on a satin cloth for her inspection. The note said I hoped she’d be teased throughout the day by the thought that after dinner this evening I planned to fill her ass with the dildo—holding it securely in place with the leather harness she had once made for such occasions.
I should note that the harness had been custom-designed and fitted by my wife after I’d shown her something similar in a catalog. It holds a dildo perfectly in her ass but leaves her pussy exposed, making it even better than anything I could have bought. It was a fantastic act of love for her to make it, and we’d enjoyed it many times.
My note concluded by saying that after perhaps an hour of necking on our couch I expected we’d adjourn to the bedroom, where I’d remove the dildo and fill her conditioned ass with my cock. I encouraged her to think about the evening I had planned for her ass throughout the day.
I daydreamed off and on yesterday about the note and hoped Désirée had found it intriguing and exciting. While I leave sexual notes for her frequently, I can never be sure how she will react, nor whether outside forces will spoil whatever sexual mood the note might have initially created. When conditions are right, her sexuality and our mutual lust usually outdo any fantasies I’ve outlined on paper.
When I arrived home last night I was treated to Désirée wearing a cleavage-revealing top, high heels and a very short skirt. I knew in an instant that my note—or something else—had put her in the mood for intense sex. I told her how delicious she looked as I stared at her breasts and felt my cock begin to harden. It was a great way to be welcomed home.
As I put my arms around and kissed Désirée, I could not help but grab her ass. She felt very soft and sexy through the thin skirt, and after a few seconds I realized her ass-cheeks must be naked under the skirt. My mind enjoyed the thought of her ass in a thong, an obscene concept in panties we’d discovered only a few months ago but had already enjoyed many times.
Perhaps sensing my thoughts about her ass being framed by a thong, Désirée told me seductively that she assumed I didn’t mind that instead of panties she’d decided to wear the leather dildo harness. I smiled and assured her that her ass felt great. She said that putting the harness on late in the afternoon had gotten her very excited, so much so that she hadn’t exactly stopped there.
I was enjoying the thought of Désirée pulling the harness up between her legs and against her pussy, and expected her to tell me that she’d brought herself off in one way or another—descriptions that I always find hugely exciting. Instead, she surprised me by saying that she had been thinking about the dildo all afternoon and thought we would both enjoy her surprising me by inserting it before I got home. She whispered that she’d almost come as she’d pushed it in.
My mind immediately painted the picture of Désirée lubricating and filling her ass with the harness-held dildo. Needless to say, my cock throbbed at the thought. She said she’d been very tempted to go for an orgasm but had steeled herself to merely prepare her ass for me. As a result she said she was very horny and very ready for anything I might have in mind.
I kissed her and explored her ass with my hands, feeling for and finding the line of the harness through the skirt and being both aroused and amused by the thought that these panty lines gave a whole new meaning to the term. I cupped each cheek in my hands and squeezed, pushing inward somewhere in the middle to move the dildo if I could. Désirée’s moan told me I had.
We decided dinner could wait and moved into the bedroom. As we walked, one of my hands stayed on Désirée’s ass—fondling, touching and grabbing. Every contact was amplified by the knowledge that she had a dildo buried in her ass and was eager for me to fuck her there.
I stripped my business suit off as we entered the bedroom and thought of how we might best enjoy Désirée’s preparation. It struck me that to remove the dildo and replace it with my cock would be great, but would also mark the end of her sexy preparation. How could I prolong all or some of what she’d done?
In seconds I had an answer. I finished undressing myself and removed Désirée’s skirt. Her naked ass was framed with the black leather harness and looked every bit as fantastic as I had been imagining. Her great legs looked even longer and sexier than usual, since her naked ass blended into them. Every visual image was further enhanced by my thoughts of the dildo, which I couldn’t see but certainly could imagine. I kissed her and fondled her ass some more as I reveled in her sexuality.
Désirée and I then moved over to the side of the room where her sewing cabinet was, and she bent over the cabinet. Previous experience had shown it to be the perfect height to facilitate rear-entry sex.
From experience, Désirée knew immediately how to rest her arms on the cabinet. She moved her ass blatantly for me as she spread her legs and assumed the position she knew I had in mind. When she was bent over, her legs and ass merged even more, and my cock throbbed at the sight of her.
Leaving the dildo in Désirée’s ass, I approached her from behind with my cock pointing at the ceiling. I had to use a hand to push it down and guide it between her legs, but soon found her wet pussy and easily slid into her. As I entered her, I could feel my hips pressing against her ass cheeks.
Her groan of pleasure told me I was moving the dildo just as I had hoped would happen. With each forward movement of my hips, the dildo would move in. As my hips came back, the dildo retreated to its at-rest position. The thought that I was fucking Désirée’s ass with the dildo as I was filling her pussy with my cock doubled my excitement.