My best friend and his wife, whom I’ll call James and Janis to protect the guilty, invited me to spend the weekend with them in the city. Before hanging up, James—who looks a bit like a bearded Al Pacino—asked me to bring some of my X-rated videotapes with me. I sensed I was in for something good but, instead of getting my hopes up, I thought nothing more of it as I loaded my car and hit the road.
I had a few beers on the way and when I arrived I was in pretty good spirits. However, when I entered the house I found Janis unusually quiet and docile and James just grinning. Well, after a few joints and drinks things loosened up and conversation flowed more easily. After about an hour I began to feel normal again—until James asked where the tapes were. I glanced over to Janis to see her reaction, but her eyes were lowered. I told James that the tapes were in the car and he motioned for me to get them.
Needless to say, my hands were shaking with anticipation as I popped one in their VCR. A fresh joint was lit and passed as the first tape rolled. After a few minutes I noticed that Janis had begun to rock in her seat, her eyes glued to the screen. I myself had never been so stoned or horny in my life. I felt a hard-on between my legs and I knew it was going to be a good night.
After the tape ended, I fixed fresh drinks for us without saying a word. The next video was a hot number starring two girls and a guy. We watched as the two girls on the screen licked each other’s pussy and breasts. Then, when the guy walked in, they turned their attentions to his cock. There wasn’t an inch of pussy his tool didn’t please. The tape ended with his huge member spraying sperm in the direction of the girls’ wagging tongues. When the tape ended the three of us were breathing so hard that it sounded like a windstorm. When asked if she had enjoyed the show, Janis murmured yes. Still her eyes did not leave the floor. James suggested that she change clothes and she immediately left the room. James and I exchanged glances. Nothing needed to be said. There was an aura of sexuality in the house that only an orgy could disperse.
She returned wearing a see-through nightie. I told her that she looked wonderful and asked her to turn around so that we might enjoy the entire view. She obeyed. James walked over to her and planted a long, steamy kiss on her mouth. She responded with a muffled moan. As they parted, James told her to give me the same. Her tongue was hot and wet as it explored my mouth. She trembled when my hand fondled her breasts. My head was swimming and my penis was throbbing. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
James suggested that we move to the bedroom, where we could continue on the water bed. Janis seemed to whimper as we took her hands and led her down the hall. Once we were in the bedroom, James laid his wife down on the bed and I removed her flimsy panties, which were already soaked with her juices. I gazed at her crotch for a while and marveled at the way the lips seemed to pout through the chestnut-brown hair for attention. And she was getting all the attention she could want.
I blew softly on them and ran my tongue up and down the length of her slit. She was one of the sweetest-tasting women I’ve ever known. Her hips bucked as I tongued and sucked her dripping snatch. I heard her moan as my tongue snaked its way between her lips and flicked away at her love-button, from which a wildly erotic fragrance emanated.
Janis obviously enjoyed this because she drew her legs up slightly, offering me better access. By this time she was writhing on the bed like a woman possessed. My tongue was tired from its furious pelvic examination, so James slid his thick, seven-inch prick in and out of her drooling mouth. I’ll never forget the sight of those pouting lips encircling his throbbing tool. She looked as if she’d found the most delicious feast imaginable.
When James noticed that I was transfixed by his wife’s obvious talent, he slowly withdrew his prick from her mouth. She looked up at him as if to ask what was wrong. “Suck his cock,” James said, motioning in my direction. I stood beside the bed in order to drop my pants and asked her to kneel in front of me, which she did gladly. Wanting to savor the moment, I held my prick inches away from her mouth and teased her with it. Each time I brushed the glans across her lips, her mouth opened in readiness, as if she could not get enough.
Finally she began sucking. I could see our reflection in the dresser mirror and reached down to gather Janis’s long, brown hair so that it would not obscure any of her beautiful face as she worked on my rod. “Take it all,” I pleaded. She hesitated a moment but then slid the entire length down her throat. The sounds she made as she deep-throated me were unforgettable. As my cock filled her throat, her eyes glazed over and she emitted soft whimpering sounds. I reveled in the fantastic feelings that came over me as Janis breathed around my cock. Feeling an orgasm approaching, I withdrew from her mouth and rubbed my prick on her face, barely able to contain my climax. It was by no means easy to exercise such control.
Then James and I helped Janis onto the water bed. We took turns impaling her mouth and cunt, her impassioned body responding to our every thrust. She did everything we asked and more. After what seemed like hours of our relentless rotation, James finally shot his load into Janis’s cunt. She gasped, reaching simultaneous orgasm.
After James and Janis had regained their strength, I asked him to help me turn her over on her stomach. Then, placing a pillow under her hips, I spread her legs and began to massage her come-soaked pussy until her hips gyrated in response. Moistening my finger with the wetness of Janis’s twat, I offered it to her and she greedily licked her own juices off. Sensing what was about to happen, she began to plead with James to let me continue. Excited by her arousal, I spread her labia with my hands, poised my throbbing cock at her vagina and slowly slid it in. “Oh God!” Janis grunted as her tight vaginal muscles met my thrusts. The more she whimpered, the more excited I became. At first she winced each time I stroked my turgid cock up her velvety wetness, but as she relaxed and my strokes quickened, it appeared as though she was enjoying the sensations. She moaned and started to meet my thrusts. Although I had fully intended to withdraw before coming, I looked down to see my cock sliding in and out and the sight was more than I could take. I exploded with the most violent orgasm I’ve ever experienced. After I’d emptied my balls, the three of us curled up and drifted off to sleep.
The next time anyone asks me over for home videos, I’ll go. Who says that they have to be boring? Name and address withheld
Just recently I found myself in an unexpected and most pleasant situation. I thought you’d like to hear about it.
I’m a lesbian and I started dating a new girl, Trish, about a week ago. Well, on the day after our second date, she invited me over to a friend’s apartment for dinner. After sleeping all day, recovering from our all-night sex session, I was refreshed and horny. But when I arrived for dinner I was disappointed to find that her friend wasn’t leaving. She introduced me to him. His name was Craig. He was tall and pretty good-looking. But I couldn’t help feeling cheated. I had wanted to spend the night alone with Trish, but, instead, after we’d all eaten, the three of us played cards. The whole evening I was making passes at Trish and finding it difficult to ignore the ache between my legs.
Around eleven o’clock, Craig suggested a swim in the pool at his apartment complex. I agreed, hoping it would cool me off some. While we were getting ready to leave for the pool, Trish took me aside. I knew that she had been sleeping with Craig for years and now she explained that they’d long been interested in having a threeway. Until now, however, they hadn’t found a candidate.
When Trish asked if I would be interested, I was a little shocked and not real keen about it. I hadn’t slept with a guy for over a year and my experiences with men up to that point had been terrible. So you can understand why I didn’t jump at Trish’s invitation. She didn’t pressure me and even said I could just watch her and Craig get it on. Well, I told her I’d think about it—and we went swimming.
After a while I ended up in the whirlpool with the two of them. I was a little nervous but very horny. The swim had only gotten me more heated up. So the three of us kissed and fooled around a little. Then we decided to move the action into Craig’s apartment.
First Craig said he wanted to take a shower with me. I was still nervous, even a little shy, but I went along with it. I let him soap me up, which felt really nice. We talked about my past experiences with guys and he said that he really did want the three of us to go to bed together. I was a bit intimidated when he handed me the soap and asked me to bathe him. I avoided his crotch altogether, although the sight of his large penis drew my interest. I wondered what it could feel like to do it with a man again—and I decided to find out.
Craig had a king-size water bed where we all ended up. First Trish and I made out with each other one on one, which helped to get me relaxed and in the mood. Craig watched intently. He had never before seen two girls having sex together. I couldn’t help but notice how hard his cock had become. He asked if I wanted to watch him fuck Trish and I admitted that I did.
I became very turned on watching them. Trish was on her knees and he fucked her from behind. He kept up a steady rhythm, every now and then thrusting into her cunt real hard, which made her gasp and smile. The whole time she kept telling me how good Craig’s cock felt inside her and how each thrust brought her closer to her orgasm. When he felt she was close to coming, he started fucking her faster and harder. Her body tensed up, she let out a moan, and I knew she’d come. I thought they would stop then, but she is multiorgasmic. Craig brought her to four major orgasms before he shot his cream inside of her, pounding away, his balls slapping her ass.
By this time my pussy was dripping wet and aching to engulf his thick pole. I was amazed by his ability to stay hard after coming. I didn’t have to wait more than a few seconds for him to recover enough to fuck me. He put me in the same position that Trish had been in and began rubbing the head of his cock against my slick cunt lips. It felt good but I was worried that it would hurt when he stuck it in. He entered me very slowly, heeding my pleas to go easy. Once he had about three inches in me, he pulled back a little, only then to thrust deeper into me. Being fucked again by a cock felt better than I’d imagined it would. But my poor clit, which is usually the star of the show, was feeling so neglected that it began to ache. I reached down and began rubbing myself there. I couldn’t believe how wet I was. My juices seemed to pour down my fingers as I rubbed faster and faster.
Soon I was getting close to an orgasm. I knew it would be a strong one. I cried out for Craig to fuck me harder and then I screamed as the orgasm flooded my body. Craig’s’ cock continued ramming into my pulsing pussy until I felt its head swell and a flood of hot come deep within me.
The experience left me exhausted. As I recovered, Trish got on top of Craig and they fucked again. It seemed that neither of them could get enough. When I’d caught my breath again, I set out to get my fill, too. Needless to say, the evening turned out to be a pleasant surprise—and many similar evenings have followed. Who says three’s a crowd? L.L., Denver, Colo.
I find your true stories in Penthouse Letters to be very interesting and stimulating, and I would like to relate to you an experience that my wife Marie and I had.
As a young man in my late teens I was rather jealously possessive of my wife, but as time passed I found the thought of her making it with another man to be exciting and decided to give it a try. First, I decided, I’d get her okay and then try to find the right guy to service her.
One night as we were driving around town, having a few beers in our van, we came upon a couple of hitchhikers who looked as if they might fill the bill. After picking them up and having a couple of beers with them, I asked if they had ever been to an X-rated drive-in movie. They said they hadn’t but would like to see one, and off we went.
After watching one film, everybody was getting horny. When my wife went to the refreshment stand, I asked the guys if they wanted to join her and me in some sex. They looked surprised but were more than willing. This didn’t surprise me because Marie has a body that’s out of this world.
I suggested that, when she returned, one of them should break the ice by making a pass at her. The guy named Eric gladly agreed. When Marie came back into the van, Eric leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck while he felt her large melon-shaped breasts,
To shorten my story, the four of us didn’t stick around to see the rest of the show. Instead we found a motel room. When we got inside the room, the other guy, Scott, asked Marie to wash his back. They took off for the bathroom together while Eric and I went out on the balcony to have a smoke. Eric said that Scott was planning to fuck her in the bathroom.
I told him that Marie and I wanted all of us to do it together at the same time, and I went into the bathroom to find Marie and Scott in the shower, where he was just about to enter her pussy while rubbing her breasts and kissing her. I asked Marie if she would join Eric and me in the other room and she got the message.
Back in the bedroom, I found that Eric had shed his clothes, so I did likewise. When Scott and Marie joined us, we all lay down on the bed to begin what promised to be a very exciting night for all.
Marie is of Mexican descent and just the sight of three white men with one brown-skinned beauty was a turn-on in itself.
We all began to fondle Marie who in turn began to fondle us, and it wasn’t long before I was sucking on one of her large breasts. Scott was busy chewing on her pussy and Eric was feeding her his cock.
Pretty soon Scott mounted her and began fucking her while she continued to give Eric head, and I began to masturbate at the sight before my eyes.
It wasn’t too long after that I noticed that Eric’s cock was pretty swollen and Marie’s mouth was bulging. She would let it slip out once in awhile to run her tongue over it. The knob was bright pink and huge, as was the rest of it. I could see that Eric was really well hung and that Marie had a hold of more than she’d bargained for, She didn’t give up though and continued to give him head until he was rock-hard.
About this time Scott finished. He and I watched Eric move between Marie’s legs, having to lift them up high in order to get his huge pole into position. Once he was ready, he worked the huge knob around her pussy until he found the opening and began to slowly lower himself onto her. I could see that Marie wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to take him or not, but she was going to give it her best shot. He had slid about half of it into her when she asked him to stop for a minute so she could spread her legs into a position where she could better handle him.
Pretty soon his large pole was glistening with her juices and they both were enjoying each other. He fucked her for a long time and when she came, she moaned and grabbed his ass, pulling him deep into her. This sent him over the edge. There was no doubt about it, my wife had just gotten a good fucking and probably had her pussy stretched way out of shape in the process. But I know she enjoyed it.
We all relaxed for a while. Then we said our goodbyes and went home, where I finally unloaded my wad in my lovely wife’s pussy which, incidentally, did shrink back into shape in a very short time .
To this day I still think of that huge, white cock sliding in and out of that brown pussy and I get excited all over again. And so does Marie. Name and address withheld
My wife Amy and her friend Di had been college roommates. After graduation and marriage, they remained in contact, even though we lived on the East Coast and Di and her husband were in the Los Angeles area. So, when I was invited to a business conference near their town, Amy and I called them. They insisted that we both come and stay with them for at least a week, despite the fact that the conference was for only three days.
They met us at the L.A. airport and we all enjoyed a wonderful dinner together. Then we went to their home to go to bed. Amy and I were tired because of jet lag. After quick showers, we hit the sack. No sooner had we exchanged good-night kisses and a couple of crotch-gropes than Di’s husband Ron tapped on the guest-room door. Since we were under the covers, we told him to come on in.
“Di and I are into exhibitionism,” he explained, “and we’re going out to the den to make love. We’d get a big charge out of it if you’d come and watch us.” Since Amy and I didn’t know what else to say, we said we’d think about it.
Now, we’d watched a few steamy videos of people having sex in every imaginable way, but we had never really seen two people in the flesh making love. Amy told me that she and Di had often double dated and that once they’d both made out in a car at the same time. She hadn’t paid much attention to what Di was doing, however. We still had a hand between each other’s legs and I could feel Amy starting to get a little damp. Since my cock was well on its way to an erection, we decided that we’d watch Di and Ron go at it.
We headed for the den. I was wearing snap-front boxer shorts and Amy had on a sheer shorty nightie and string bikini panties that barely covered her pubic mound and didn’t hide anything. Her breasts, with the nipples standing in anticipation, pressing against the nightie, were clearly visible.
When we got there, we saw Di and Ron standing close together in the middle of the den, he in his underwear and Di in an outfit much like Amy’s. They were already kissing and tonguing each other furiously. I sat on the couch and Amy cuddled back against me with her knees drawn up to her chin. She had one hand on one of her tits and the other down between her thighs. I held her other tit.
Di began grinding her body against Ron while one hand roamed all over her back and buns and breasts. Then he, too, began to grind as, with his free hand, he pulled her panties halfway down her thighs and then slipped two fingers into her willing cunt. After another minute or two of passionate kissing and fondling, Di pulled away a little and drew his hard cock out of his shorts. Using it as a handle, she led him over to a recliner chair. Before sitting down, she kicked her panties all the way off. She leaned back in the chair to its maximum recline position. Still holding Ron’s prick, she pulled him up alongside her head and, turning slightly toward him, stuck out her tongue to lick off a glistening drop of pearly dew. Then she took almost his entire hard-on into her mouth and furiously gave him head.
Ron raised one of Di’s knees to fully expose the moist, swollen lips of her cunt. The tip of her clitoris could be seen peeking out. Above it was a rich growth of dark pubic hair. Ron put his hand upon his wife’s pussy and delicately caressed it until he had worked two fingers back inside it. He then frigged her cunt as fast as he could.
Amy was now slipping a hand down between her thighs. She looked up at me and said, “Eat me.” I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got on my knees as Amy slipped off her panties, positioned her pussy on the edge of the couch and spread her legs. I began gently kissing her cunt and darting my tongue into the pink slit. Her juices were flowing freely. Her hot twat has a wonderful flavor that is irresistible to me, so I always give head slowly to make the taste last longer.
Amy and I got so involved with each other that we lost track of what Di and Ron were doing—until I felt Di’s head between my legs. I had to back off a little because my cock was pointing straight to the ceiling and I wanted to make it possible for Di to get it into her mouth. The sensations I felt were fantastic—getting a blowjob while eating out my wife’s loving cunt. I increased the tempo of my efforts and Amy said, “Look.” I turned to see Ron stretched out on the floor behind Di, lapping her cunt like he couldn’t ever get enough. Then Amy made us all stop while she got down on the floor with the rest of us. We arranged ourselves in a daisy chain, which didn’t last long because we all soon climaxed at almost the same time.
Ron then brought out some champagne while we all sat around naked and discussed what had just transpired. As we talked, the girls kept touching their cunts. Ron and I soon had fresh hard-ons. Di remarked that after having her pussy eaten, she always wants to be fucked. After promising to show Amy and me their favorite way of fucking, Ron placed a low, well-padded ottoman in the middle of the den. Di bent herself across it while Ron entered her pussy from behind. He slipped both hands under her to fondle her breasts. She tweaked and rubbed her clitoris while he pistoned into her so energetically that his balls audibly slapped against her buttocks. They both came with a chorus of her squeals and his grunts. Later she explained that sometimes, when she fingers herself at the same time she’s being fucked, she has seven or eight climaxes to Ron’s one.
Then it was Amy’s and my turn to show our favorite way of fucking. I got a straight-backed chair from the dinette and sat on it. Amy straddled my lap and slipped my prick all the way into her vagina. Then, with her feet on the floor, Amy began to slide her pussy up and down my cock—she came almost at once. She claims that in that position my prick hits her G-spot and she can have one orgasm after another, until I quench her fire with jism.
The rest of the week with Di and Ron was much like that first night. We all fucked and sucked ourselves silly. The four of us are planning a long weekend together in St. Louis and we’re going to share our vacations together for some time to come. We can’t wait to share more loving sex. G.T., Norfolk, Va.
It was a typical balmy, breezy day in Hawaii. The sky was clear and the bay—on which our home is located—was calm. We could hear the ocean waves crashing beyond our protected cove. June and I were sunbathing on the patio, near the pool. I looked up from my book to view her naked body.
It never ceases to amaze me, after all these years, how much pleasure I get from looking at June’s sensuous body. I love to touch her soft, perfect skin. Her breasts I could watch forever, they’re so beautiful. Those nipples were meant for licking and sucking. Looking lower, I always long to run my hand, from just under her ample breasts, slowly down over her flat stomach to her pubic hair. Oh, that hair! So coarse, yet so yielding to the delights that lie below.
As many times as I’ve massaged June’s body, as often as we’ve made love and I’ve eaten her delicious pussy, and all the times I’ve watched her dress or undress, one would think I’d be used to her beauty by now. But I’m still fascinated by her.
I took my eyes off June and was trying to concentrate on the book I was reading when Vera, our housekeeper appeared to tell us that Fred, one of our friends, was at the front door. We told her to ask him to join us. As she turned to go, Vera reminded us that she was off to a movie and some shopping and wouldn’t return for several hours.
June and I didn’t bother getting dressed. After all, Fred often sailed naked with us on our forty-foot boat, which was moored at our private dock, across the pool from where we were sitting.
We heard Fred’s husky voice say hello as he lumbered from the house and into the yard. One of our dearest friends, Fred has a heart as big as all outdoors. In fact, everything about Fred is big. If he weren’t such a teddy bear, I’m sure he could have been an all-pro football player. On his way through the kitchen, he’d taken a can of beer out of the fridge. After he sat down and had a sip, we exchanged pleasantries and he undressed to sunbathe with us. I saw June admiring his muscular body. Looking down at my own lean, strong body, I felt good about myself. Fred stretched out on a lounge between June and me. He lay on his back. We were all laughing and talking when I noticed that June could hardly keep her eyes off Fred’s enormous penis. “What’s this?” I thought. “She’s seen him dozens of times and never paid much attention.” June had become unusually quiet. She almost seemed to be in a trance, gazing at Fred’s crotch.
Almost unconsciously, June ran her hand up her thigh and rested it on her nest. Her fingers were touching her succulent pussy lips. Soon she began gently moving her middle finger. It was obvious that June was very horny—not for me but for Fred! And I was getting incredibly turned-on from watching her responses to the sight of his huge cock.
We were chuckling at some witty remark or other when Fred reached for the suntan lotion and started rubbing it on his body. “Here,” June said to him. “Let me.” Without waiting for a reply, she took the lotion and poured some on her hands. She began massaging the fragrant oil all over Fred’s chest and shoulders. Her strokes were slow, circular, meant to give pleasure. Fred simply lay back with a contented smile on his face.
June applied the oil to his stomach and hips, being careful not to touch his genital area. I couldn’t believe how exciting it was to watch June do this to another man. She coated Fred’s legs to the tops of his thighs. Grinning at her, he asked, “Haven’t you forgotten a certain part of my anatomy?”
“No,” she said. “I’m saving the best part for last.” She then put more lotion on her hands and spread it on Fred’s balls and penis. She took the shaft in both hands and oiled its length slowly up and down. Fred looked at me with mingled joy and confusion in his eyes. He was clearly enjoying my wife’s masterful touch and wondering if I wasn’t going to be upset by what she was doing.
My pecker was rock-hard and throbbing as, without a word, she knelt and took the head of Fred’s still-limp meat into her mouth. He groaned, closed his eyes and surrendered to the magic of her lips and tongue. June began sucking up and down his massive joint. She licked and nibbled at it down to his balls. She laid it upon his abdomen and gently chewed upon its now increasing length. I’d never thought it could be so but I was actually enjoying the sight of my wife sucking off another man. As Fred’s penis expanded and filled with hot blood, I thought, “My gawd! I’ve never seen such a mammoth machine.”
June put both hands around his thick cock and there were still three inches sticking out. She began wringing it like a washcloth. She took the head into her talented mouth and continued wringing his rod while moving her head up and down. Fred’s hips began gyrating and his breath came in short gasps.
This woman of mine is a master pleasure-giver. Soon, with one powerful movement, Fred lifted June’s body up and onto his. Now they were in the 69 position. On his large body, she looked like a little doll. He spread her pussy with his fingers. Her delicious juices began dripping onto his face as Fred expertly tongued her beautiful vagina. She pressed herself closer to his mouth, burying his face in her hot crevice.
A low groan rose from deep inside June’s throat. Fred was now softly pinching her outer labia while licking her clit. I could tell by her hip-thrusting and guttural sounds that June was near an orgasm. She took Fred’s dick deeper into her mouth, sucking and pulling harder. I found myself with my own pecker in my hand and I started stroking it slowly. Its tip was wet with lubricant.
Then it happened. June was gripped by an orgasm. She was shrieking while still sucking on Fred’s big cock. And then Fred climaxed in her mouth. She didn’t pull away as she usually did with me. She kept right on sucking that huge cock even more deeply into her throat. I could see his semen leaking from the corners of her mouth as they both rocked their bodies in a fantastic climax.
What a sight! I was so excited that I shot my load right there on the lawn.
June didn’t let up. She kept right on sucking Fred’s member. It had begun to soften and she was working feverishly to get it up again. She looked at me, standing there with my dripping dick in my hand, and said, “You can’t believe the itch I’ve got in my pussy.” Without hesitation, I stepped behind her and effortlessly slid my still-hard penis into her flaming-hot vagina. I slid it in and out while she continued to suck and lick Fred’s slowly hardening penis. I knew what she wanted—that gigantic love muscle of his to be buried in her pussy. And the thought of seeing June fucked by Fred excited me even more, perhaps, than it excited her.
While I was fucking her from the rear, Fred was kissing, licking and caressing her swollen breasts. She was like a crazed woman, moaning, gasping, writhing and humping. She couldn’t get enough it seemed. Finally, Fred’s meat was standing tall again. I couldn’t believe how big it had grown. It looked even larger than before. June started giggling and said, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” as she regarded that one-eyed trouser-snake at full attention. She kissed its tip and said, “Now I want all of that in my pussy.” I removed my cock from her great love-hole and stepped aside. June turned and took me in her loving arms. She hugged me, gave me a warm kiss, looked in my eyes and thanked me. I don’t think I’ve ever loved her more than at that moment.
Fred rolled from the lounge and onto the ground, being careful not to damage his long pole. June lay down beside him as I took a ringside seat, ready to watch some fantastic fucking. I watched as Fred got on top of June and inserted his penis into her vagina. It was so thick that she had to spread the lips with both hands to clear the way. He inserted just the tip and began rolling his hips slowly. Again and again, the big head of his cock disappeared into June’s pussy and reappeared. She was going wild, tossing her head from side to side and moaning. Her eyes were tightly closed. With each downstroke, Fred thrust deeper into her pussy. With each upstroke, he pulled it back to the tip. He was an expert. When he’d worked his giant member about halfway in, June cried out that she was stuffed.
Fred slowly withdrew and said he knew a better way. Lying on his back, he asked June to straddle him and squat over his flagpole. With June’s back to me, I could no longer see the action, so I stood and walked around to a better vantage point. Again June had to spread her already strained pussy to get Fred’s cock sliding in and out again. She began riding down and up on his member, each time driving Fred a little deeper into her.
Squatting like that, June was having a little trouble with balance, so I offered to assist. “What a great idea,” she said. I stood above Fred and close to June so that she could hold onto me. As she continued her ups and downs on Fred’s great cock, she began kissing my stiff member. Taking it into her wonderful mouth, she sucked it quietly and deeply. A couple of minutes later she dropped one knee to the ground and positioned her pussy to better accept Fred’s upstanding monster. Her movements became short quick dips and her moans were muffled by my penis in her mouth. These throaty vibrations sent pulses of wild pleasure through my body.
The sound of Fred’s heavy, rapid breathing told me that June’s cunt had finally swallowed his sword to the hilt. She was sucking or fucking us out of our minds. Her hip movements became shorter and quicker as she tightened her oral grip on me. I felt her nails digging into my buttocks and I loved it. She was sucking so hard on my member that I feared it might come off in her mouth. I felt the approach of another orgasm as June went on squeezing and sucking and fucking. As the hot cream moved up my shaft, I tried to pull out of June’s mouth, but she pulled me in deeper with a wild squeal. Never before had I experienced a more powerful orgasm. I blasted my come into June’s throat. She made a muffled sound and kept swallowing. It was all I could do not to collapse. Then I realized that June was coming, too. I felt her lovely body trembling. Almost simultaneously, Fred let out a cry and shot his sperm deep within her core.
After what seemed like an hour, June released my penis. She slowly backed her mouth off of it, at the same time milking it with her hands and licking the tip to make sure no semen remained. Then, holding on to me, she carefully stood, lifting her soaked pussy from Fred’s once again flaccid member, the bulbous head of which audibly popped into view.
Totally spent, we jumped into the pool for a refreshing swim. Afterward we dried each other off and lay in the sun, talking and making plans for our next adventure. S.B., Kahului, Hawaii
We have been reading and hearing more and more about couples on the make picking up young, willing men and women for threeway sexual pleasures. As a man and wife who for several months have indulged in this practice with incredible success, I might add , the idea isn’t as wicked as one may think. Repeatedly we have discovered that these young people are actually looking for the opportunity of meeting a couple like us! Waiting to be picked up, if you please.
They appreciate the anonymity of such an encounter. We never press for a name. They frequently have idle time to do as they please. They are mostly unattached. They enjoy the companionship, the privacy of a married couple’s home and the chance to do their thing with complete freedom. I think they also like the anything-goes attitude that we establish quite candidly. In the past three months, we have noticed it takes less communication to induce a young single to join us. Very recently a young lady whom we propositioned unblushingly told us that she’d been actively looking for a couple on the prowl to have a party with!
So a word for couples on the make: Enjoy! W.C.W., Aurora, Colo.
Most people have heard of “stuff that dreams are made of,” but how many have experienced the sublime love that myths are made of? I must say that an opportunity came my way recently to experience adoration of the sort commanded only by Aphrodite herself.
My tale rightfully should begin with some background. I am in my mid thirties and going through a divorce after a decade of marriage. My soon-to-be ex-husband had always wanted me to be a swinger. To earn a living, I teach in Asia for a stateside university.
My mythic encounter involved two male students of mine, both in their early twenties. After forming a sort of “safe-conduct alliance” during the semester in which they were my students-i.e., they walked me home every night after class to ensure my safety at the time, we resided on a lush tropical island where men outnumbered women twenty to one —our relationship involved the sharing at confidences on a regular basis. And our long talks evolved into massage sessions.
Both young men—one I shall call Aladdin because he never rubbed me the wrong way, and the other, Adonis, because his presence was an aphrodisiac that would stir the blood of Aphrodite herself—both were physically beautiful. Each stood about six feet two inches and had dark hair. Aladdin’s eyes were blue-green with a penetrating, worldly look. Adonis had intensely warm brown eyes. Both had fantasies about teachers and older women.
One sun-filled afternoon, I donned a knit bikini and started out the door for the beach. Just outside the door stood Adonis and Aladdin in casual shorts, their chests bare. Adonis asked if I wanted to share their lunch and if I could provide them with some ice cubes. They obviously approved of my outfit. I seemed to definitely hold an allure for them that day. Adonis smiled and commented, “Well, well, isn’t that a brief bikini?”
I volunteered the information that I am a nudist when I’m in the States and that I’d been fortunate to have found any swimsuit at all for sale in January, when I’d received my assignment on very short notice. I commented further that it was difficult for me to wear a swimsuit after eight years as a nudist. With a suit on, I explained, I had always had to worry about what was showing. As a nudist, however, since everything showed, I could just relax!
Aladdin interjected that his was an even greater hardship. He explained that to be around me, a sexually desirable woman, in an environment of erotic deprivation, was difficult for a potent guy like him. Although the thought had occurred to me before, I now found that I altruistically wanted to propose that Aladdin, Adonis and I engage in a threesome. No sooner did this thought cross my mind than Aladdin took me into his arms and kissed me. Adonis reached out and pulled us toward the bed with him. A rush of adrenaline more potent than any alcohol played riot with my senses. Adonis pulled off my bikini bottoms and started stroking me below my waist. Aladdin freed my breasts and began nuzzling them, moving from one nipple to the other.
After standing up and dropping his shorts, Adonis placed his mouth on mine and began an allegretto action there with his tongue. Aladdin now started manipulating my twat, making it superhot by flicking my clit with his fingers. Then he plunged his cock into my pulsating vagina, hitting a spot that, judging from the pleasure I felt, must have been the fabled G-spot. I went reeling into one surging orgasm after another, which stirred an urgent need, almost a greed, to reciprocate! I reached for Adonis’s cock and started sucking on its throbbing head as Aladdin kept thrusting his penis deep in my love-receptacle.
Soon all three of us came together in a rush of ecstatic sensory spasms! We exchanged caresses and gave each other parting kisses. Then my two worshipful allies swaggered off, leaving me to stagger back to bed with my body still reverberating from the excitements and delights of the afternoon! T.P., Cambridge, Mass.
Having been an avid reader of Penthouse Letters for ages, I’ve always marveled at the creativity of your letter writers. But I recently had an experience that makes me believe the letters might be true after all.
I am a GI stationed in Berlin. A few months ago, when I received my overseas orders, I decided to leave my wife of five years in the States until I could get a car and an apartment in Berlin for us. In the meantime, I resided in the barracks. After about four months, I finally completed arrangements for my wife to join me. Karen arrived at Tempelhof Airport a day earlier than I had expected and walked into my barracks room unannounced. To say the least, I was more than a little bit surprised.
Before I could say hello, Karen was hungrily exploring my mouth with her tongue. The strain of having been a faithful husband for four months suddenly overcame me. As we embraced, I slowly undid her blouse and bra, exposing her lovely 34C breasts. As she moaned with excitement and I removed her panties, I was amazed by the heat coming from her cunt. As she reached for my now fully erect cock, I took the liberty of inserting a finger into her sopping wet cunt. I laid her back on the bunk and we began to fuck with extreme urgency, both of us wildly eager to make up for the months of lost opportunities. We both soon came intensely. Our desires momentarily satisfied, we could finally relax and take a moment to say hello.
But then we heard a noise at my door. In her haste to get at me, Karen had failed to fully shut the door—and it was quite obvious that two of my barracks mates, Frank and Larry, had been spying on Karen and me. It was also obvious that they’d enjoyed the show, as their hard-ons attested.
Karen, many times before my departure to Germany, had told me of her fantasies involving group sex. It was her dream to have more than one man at the same time. Once, while stationed in Mississippi, we were at a party with a lot of my coworkers. She and I played strip poker with seven other GIs. Of course, Karen lost and willingly parted with her clothes, exposing her five-seven, 34-25-34 body to all eight of us panting GIs. But that was as far as it went.
Now, with Frank and Larry at the door, neither of them knowing it was my wife who’d screwed my brains out in the room, another opportunity had arisen for Karen to live out her fantasy. Still charged with sexual energy, I winked at Karen and asked Frank and Larry to come in to meet the star of the show they had just watched. As I introduced her to them, Karen reached out and grabbed the bulges in both guys’ fatigues. I thought the boys would die right there!
Karen slowly unzipped their pants, revealing their blood-engorged cocks. Before they quite understood what was happening to them, Karen grabbed their peckers and began to lick them both at the same time. Not wanting to be a mere spectator, I placed my dick in Karen’s face, which told her that I expected first-class treatment. She removed my buddies’ cocks from her eager mouth and replaced them with my stiff rod. As she licked mine to attention, she jacked the dicks of her two new friends. Then, suddenly, Karen stopped and looked up at me. “How about something for me?” she asked. Then she told Frank to lie on my bed and immediately sat on his cock and began grinding away. At the same time, she was sucking my cock like her life depended on it.
Within minutes, Karen had a series of orgasms that seemed to shake the whole room. In short order, Frank blew his wad into the depths of her cunt, followed in turn by Larry, who’d been masturbating furiously, lubing her breasts. Not wanting to miss out, I went straight for her pussy and plunged in—easily entering her wet hole. I felt Karen shiver with delight as I filled her with gobs of semen.
After this hectic interval, the four of us lay there, amazed at what had transpired. Frank and Larry expressed their thanks and departed, leaving Karen and me alone. After resting a few minutes longer, I said, “Welcome to Berlin.”
“I think I’m going to enjoy this assignment,” she replied.
What an understatement! Name and address withheld
I have written this letter for two compelling reasons—to warn your readers about trying new things unless they “know themselves” and to get a burden of guilt off my chest.
Until recently my wife and I were young-adult camp counselors. Last August our camping groups worked together to plan a “wilderness weekend.” Normally, the busy schedule of such a campout causes the young people to fall sound asleep within half an hour of lights-out. Saturday evening, about an hour after taps, my boys were all dead to the world and I walked over to my wife’s group’s campsite to discuss with her the next day’s activities. The women’s campsite, although only several hundred yards away, was completely hidden from the men’s view. On reaching it, I noticed one tent was still dimly lit in violation of lights out. I was about to wake my wife and inform her, when I noticed that a shadow cast against the tent wall was that of one of the two girls in the tent disrobing.
I felt it was morally wrong to watch. But I could not turn away! My emotions became rattled at what followed. Following the first girl’s lead, the other budding beauty also began to undress slowly, almost as though she was putting on a show for the first girl. The silhouettes were incredibly erotic. Then, suddenly, one of them fell to her knees and the silhouette-image of her face merged into that of the pubic area of the other girl, whose back arched in apparent ecstasy. When their lovemaking seemed to bring them to the traditional 69 position, I could control myself no longer.
Reaching into my jeans, I extracted my throbbing, demanding organ and began to masturbate. During my preoccupation with my member, I failed to hear the footsteps behind me. I felt flushed and degenerate when I realized it was my wife— sexual prude whom I nevertheless love—who discovered me. Because of her outlook on life, I fully expected her to scream or to hit me—but then, the unexpected occurred!
“You poor dear. No man should be subjected to this,” she whispered, motioning for me to lie down in the tall grass, where she joined me. She raised the top of her PJs, exposing her ample 40D breasts, which glimmered in the moon like two saucers of cream, each topped with a ripe, red raspberry. Then she slid off her bottoms. Pointing to her furry, brown triangle, she said, “Put it there. That’s where it belongs, not in your hand.” Then and there, under the open sky, we proceeded to enjoy the best sex of our twenty-year marriage. Just as I was about to burst into her, I heard a twig snap behind us. Turning, I saw Marie, my wife’s junior leader, observing us—with a smile on her face and nothing on her lithe body except a shortie nightgown.
Before we could react, she knelt beside us, purposely brushing my face with one of her firm breasts, and whispered, “Joan and I hope we won’t have to tell anyone about this.” We had two young nymphos on our hands, who wanted services performed. They were the two I’d seen in the tent.
After being led away to a secluded spot by the girls, my wife and I submitted to their demands. What a mind-boggling experience! One part of my mind was guilt- and fear-stricken the other part was elated by our sexual maneuvers.
While Joan hungrily buried her mouth in my wife’s box, Marie begged me to fuck her. Although she gasped that I was the first man to take her, her warm, wet receptacle readily engulfed my penis, revealing that her maidenhead had been lost to something—maybe a finger or a dildo. Unable to take a passive role any longer, I began long, hard thrusts into her pussy as my anticipation of climax climbed. Then, suddenly, as Joan brought my wife to orgasm, she turned her head and, finding my balls directly in front of her face, began to tongue them.
Dismounting my wife, Joan walked to a point above my head, knelt slightly and spread her legs so as to make her cunt lips available to me. With a tongue on my balls, a pussy in my face and my cock in Marie, it was heaven and hell combined—and I soon shot my sperm to intermingle with Marie’s fragrant love juices, which oozed from between the lips of her pussy and my slowly shrinking dick.
To sum it up, the girls led my wife and I through two hours of whatever they desired, and although it worried us at first, they have never once mentioned that night since. What happened will always live among my sexual memories, but it will also always haunt me, because the things we did exceeded even what my liberal views consider proper. Name and address withheld
For years I’ve been content to read Penthouse Letters and fantasize, but at last I have an experience that I want to share.
I’m twenty years old, male, six feet one inch tall and fairly decent-looking. One day, while I was hitchhiking to Portland, a couple in their mid twenties gave me a ride in their van. I sat in the back with a gorgeous eighteen-year-old friend of theirs. The three of them had obviously slept in the van that previous night.
Both women were attractive blondes, but the younger one was the immediate object of my attention. Her breasts were full and her tank top barely hid the dark brown nipples.
Twenty minutes into my ride, the older woman, Sally, started teasing me about the hard-on in my cutoffs and the drops of pre-come staining the denim. Kathy, sitting beside me, reached over and lightly ran her finger across the wet spot and then licked her finger. I was at a loss for words until Pete said, “It’s going to be a long ride and you might as well make the most of it. I’m certainly going to.” With that, he reached into his cutoffs and pulled out his cock.
That was all the signal Kathy needed. She pulled off her clothes and helped me out of mine. I saw that Sally, up front, had also stripped and was naked. She placed her head between Pete’s crotch and the steering wheel and began to lick his cock.
Kathy, following Sally’s example, went down on my cock. She played with my balls as her mouth slid up and down my shaft, slicking it with her warm saliva. I got underneath her and started eating the sweetest, tightest pussy I’d ever seen. I could barely get my tongue in between the folds, but I sure kept trying!
After twenty minutes or so, Pete turned off the interstate and down a dirt road. He had been watching Kathy and me in the rearview mirror and he and Sally didn’t want to miss any fun. He stopped the van in a secluded area and they joined us in back. Sally sat on my cock while Kathy sat on my tongue. They played with each other’s breasts and then caressed every inch of my body. After a while, Sally got on all fours to suck Pete’s cock. As I mounted Sally from the rear, Kathy lay below us, licking my balls and Sally’s pussy.
Then came the moment of truth. It was time for me to enter that warm, tight pussy I had eaten earlier. Kathy agreed, but only after I promised to pull out and let her suck me off before I came. While I lay on my back, Kathy carefully mounted me and slipped my six-inch cock into her cunt. It took several tries but I was soon into her to the hilt and fucking away like mad. Sally soon sat on my face with Pete’s cock still in her mouth. When my body began to shake with an impending orgasm, Kathy climbed off and took my cock into her warm, inviting mouth.
One of my favorite sights is a woman sucking away on my cock as I come in her mouth, so I wriggled out from under Sally to get a better view. What I saw, however, was Kathy sucking Pete’s cock and Pete sucking mine. The look on his face told me how much he liked what he was doing—and the sensation in my balls told me not to stop him. When he had drained every bit of juice from me, he mounted Kathy from the back and began to fuck her. I sat there dumbfounded, watching the whole thing.
Pete pulled out of Kathy’s snatch after a while and presented his big cock to Sally, less than three inches from my face. Kathy, sensing my reluctance to suck cock, joined her foxy friend in bathing Pete’s cock with their tongues. When Pete came, he came in great spurts, which the girls were all too happy to catch in their mouths. Some of the come fell on Sally’s breast and was dutifully licked up by Kathy. The sight was enough to bring me close to a second ejaculation.
As my three playmates lay together on the floor of the van, with their mouths open like baby birds waiting to be fed, I put my cock where they could all lick and suck on it. What a sight! And what an incredible feeling! All too soon I cut loose with a stream of hot come that soaked everyone. Not a drop was wasted, though, as they licked one another clean. Before I could count to twenty, there wasn’t a drop left.
When we all cooled off, they explained that, while they had had threeway sex before, neither Kathy nor Pete had ever sucked cock. They had set out that day looking for someone to make it a foursome. I was their choice. Lucky me!
After talking awhile, we all fell asleep in a pile. When we awoke the next morning, we bathed in a nearby stream, and, seeing no one else around, picked up again where we had left off. Pete began eating Kathy while she tongued my prick. Then Sally joined her and the two women brought me off in less than ten minutes. When I came, Sally swallowed part of my jism and held the rest in her mouth. She then kissed Pete and slipped it into his mouth. He smiled and transferred it to Kathy’s cunt. I then ate Kathy—which meant my come had made a round trip.
The remainder of the road trip took two days, but what happened I’ll tell about in another letter. —P.G.M., Portland, Oreg.
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