My story starts out one afternoon when my wife Kay and I were at the beach with an old school friend of mine named Kirk. An airplane flew over the water carrying an advertisement for a nearby dance club. Kirk was leaving the next day, so we decided to spend his last night drinking and dancing.
Kay and I have been married for about ten years. Even though we have seven beautiful children, Kay still manages to keep her firm 36-25-38 figure. We had often discussed the possibility of engaging in a threesome.
We got a sitter for the kids and headed out. We smoked a joint on the way and were nice and mellow when we arrived at the club. We drank heavily and worked up a sweat on the dance floor, and didn’t return home until several hours later.
Kay and I went to our bedroom and Kirk went to his. Then something came over me. I remembered that Kirk had been divorced for about a year and hadn’t had sex in that length of time. Even when he was married, he had told me his sex life hadn’t been the greatest. He was certainly due for a night of unbridled passion.
Kay was really horny and was preparing to screw me rightly. When I mentioned bringing Kirk into bed with us, she looked at me and didn’t say a word, but I knew that in her silence was consent.
I caught Kirk as he was getting into bed and invited him into our bedroom. He followed me wordlessly. The three of us eased onto the king-size water bed, with Kay in the middle. It was surprising how naturally our movements flowed. Kay welcomed Kirk with a kiss, and Kirk kissed Kay back and massaged one of her breasts. I kissed and tongued her other breast while fingering her luscious pussy. My Kay was really in for it!
The foreplay was beautiful. Kay wanted us to quickly proceed. As the host, I felt it only proper to serve my guest first. Kay was speechless while Kirk mounted her. Then her moans started flowing, and they turned me on to no end. Just as Kirk finished with a groan of satisfaction, I slid into position without missing a stroke. I continued to fuck her tight, steaming pussy, and soon my load was mixing with Kirk’s inside Kay’s hot box. I rolled off her and Kirk was ready for another round.
We went at it for a couple of hours. Our bodies were covered with sweat. Kirk fucked her one last time, and then I was on top, coaxing yet another load from my tired balls. One look into Kay’s eyes and I knew for sure that she had been completely satisfied.
We dozed off. The next morning nothing was said about the events of the night before. Maybe some night we’ll try it again with someone else. —Name and address withheld
I enjoy Penthouse Letters very much, but I still sometimes wonder why the models always seem to be in their twenties, with large, firm breasts that stand out straight. Why don’t you ever publish photographs of older women, with breasts that sag a little? My body would fall into the latter category, and I can honestly say I have yet to meet a man who has complained about it.
Let me tell you about one of my many experiences. The other night my husband Ken and I decided it was party time. I put on a black half-bra that barely covered my nipples, and over it I wore a white button-down blouse. A pair of snug-fitting slacks and high heels completed the outfit. I never wear underpants.
The two of us went to a seedy neighborhood bar for some heavy drinking and wild dancing. Right before we walked in, I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse so that my breasts were exposed almost to my nipples. We sat at the bar.
When we were on our second drinks, a group of young men came in. One of them sat at my left, and the others filled in the nearby stools. They didn’t look old enough to drink, so the bartender asked to see their identification. They were all of age. The one next to me had just turned twenty-one and was, in fact, celebrating his birthday that night. My husband bought them all a drink, and we toasted the birthday boy. The young men all kept staring at my exposed cleavage. I just smiled while they gulped their drinks and tried their hardest not to look. By the time we were ready for the second round, my nipples were stiff.
Someone put a quarter in the jukebox, and the young men started dancing. All of them, that is, except the one sitting beside me. I asked him why he wasn’t dancing, and he said he only liked to slow dance. I asked him if he would like to slow dance with me. He glanced at my tits, and I knew what his answer was going to be. I discreetly led him to the darkest corner of the dance floor, where it wouldn’t be noticeable that he was dancing with a woman old enough to be his mother. I pulled him to me and tucked his hand inside my blouse so that he could touch my tits.
When the music stopped, we took our place back at the bar. While we sat there, I put my hand between his legs and gently cupped his hardness.
He excused himself and went to the men’s room along with his friends. They came back a short while later. From then on, they all danced with me, one at a time, and each one of them took advantage of the opportunity to feel me up. I finally had to tell my husband to take me home before I threw one of the guys down and fucked him right on the floor in full view of everyone in the bar.
We left and walked around the building to our car. The young men were right behind us. Ken turned to them and said, “Two of you can come home with us. But that’s it.”
By the time Ken got the engine started, I had my clothes off and was tumbling into the backseat. The studs were all over me before we were even out of the parking lot. They both fucked me on the way home.
Ken was feeling quite horny by the time he pulled into our carport. He opened the back door and pulled me out. He pressed me to the car with his body and pushed his cock into my dripping cunt. The two guys got out of the car and stood on either side of me, busily sucking my nipples. I reached down, took a cock in each hand and began jerking them off. I had a climax and almost passed out. I would have fallen to the floor it they hadn’t all held me up.
It would take too long to describe in detail what happened in the next three hours. I will say that Ken had the guys call up the rest of their group and tell them to come over and join us.
It is my belief that a woman has never really enjoyed sex to the fullest until she has had several men working on her body at the same time. I’d also like to add that when the young men left my apartment that night, they all said that from then on they were going to leave the young girls alone and go for the more mature women. —Name and address withheld
My wife Adrienne is twenty-four years old and extremely attractive.
One evening I invited three friends over to drink beer and watch X-rated videos. Adrienne had gone out drinking with some people from work and wasn’t expected home for a while. Just as one of the videos ended, she walked through the door, making her usual noticeable entrance dressed in tight jeans and high heels. It was obvious she’d had quite a few drinks, as she had difficulty making her way across the room.
Sitting down to join us, Adrienne recounted her uneventful evening and attempted to describe the boring people she had been with. When the conversation turned to the video we had just viewed, we informed her that it had been pretty disappointing too, with the exception of a scene in which a girl took on a bunch of guys.
When Adrienne asked about the details, I jokingly suggested that we demonstrate. Before she could respond, I grabbed her by the waist. Her initial protest was quickly replaced by a growing sense of excitement as she realized that all eyes were focused on her shapely body.
To my amazement and our guests’ delight, Adrienne proceeded to unzip her jeans and, without saying a word, let them drop to the floor. Standing in the center of the room, with her back turned to us, she slowly slid her bikini panties down the length of her long legs. Keeping her high heels on, she sensually stepped out of her panties and provided everyone with an ample view of her bottom.
I warned our guests that they could watch but not touch. At this point it was obvious that Adrienne was getting turned on by the responses she was receiving. She watched the bulges in everyone’s pants grow larger.
It didn’t take much encouragement to get her to finish undressing. She seductively removed the last articles of clothing, revealing the rest of her tanned and naked body to an approving audience.
Filled with the courage of plenty of drink, Adrienne remarked that she was sorry we were disappointed with the movie. She then offered to provide us with some real-life eroticism on the condition that they follow my rule that no one touch her. Everyone agreed, and she dimmed the lights in the room and removed one of the decorative mirrors from the wall. Kneeling, she placed the mirror underneath her crotch and proceeded to run her fingers gently across her soft pubic triangle. Looking into the mirror, I could see the lips of her neatly trimmed pussy get red and swollen as she continued to excite herself. By this time I was having difficulty restraining the bulge in my pants. One of our guests had the same problem. He dealt with it by releasing his large, uncircumcised cock and caressing it. It wasn’t long before all the guys had their cocks out and were busily stroking away.
Adrienne enjoyed her role as queen bee. Her excitement at the sight of four very stiff cocks was quite obvious. She went and got a candle from the dining room. Then, stretching out across our cherrywood coffee table, she spread her legs and slid the candle deep inside her wet hole until it disappeared. She worked the length of the candle in and out as she sought to match our rhythmic strokes. Soon one of our guests lost control and shot spurts of hot come onto Adrienne’s flat tummy.
Further aroused by this sudden offering, she went into the bedroom and returned holding a large dildo. Getting down on all fours, she sensually licked the dildo up and down, taking it in and out of her mouth. The level of excitement grew as she took the rubber cock from her mouth and placed her bottom higher in the air. Reaching back, Adrienne spread her swollen pussy lips open with one hand and attempted to insert the dildo into her pussy with the other. Letting out a sigh, she was able to take a few inches before sliding it back out. After repeating this process several times, she was finally able to push the entire length inside her. Then, closing her eyes, she treated herself to a slow, deliberate fuck from behind.
As she continued to rock back and forth, our guest with the uncircumcised cock began to stroke himself faster, and his penis erupted, sending out a load of thick cream.
Adrienne rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide and vigorously thrusted the giant dildo in and out of her cunt. I exploded, and Adrienne reached a trembling climax shortly after me.
Lying there, naked and totally spent, Adrienne flashed a seductive smile. Then, without saying a word, she got up, collected her belongings, took a shower and went to bed. When I got into bed with her after seeing the guys off, I thanked her for a wonderful night. She smiled and drifted back to sleep. — Name and address withheld
Since so many of your other readers have been kind enough to share some of their sexual adventures, I thought it only proper to share one of mine.
I had been seeing Shirley for several months and was talking to her on the phone one day when I learned that her girlfriend Kerry was there. Immediately thinking of my friend Dennis, I asked Shirley to fix them up. It was decided that the four of us would go out on Friday night.
Friday night came, and we hit a couple of the local night spots, eventually ending up at Kerry’s. We were just sitting around, having drinks and talking, when Shirley suddenly fell asleep. She wasn’t exactly drunk, but had had a fairly exhausting day at the office. Kerry, Dennis and I continued talking. The conversation turned to reading. I asked Kerry what kind of books she liked, and without blinking an eye, she said, “I like hardcore sex books.”
Neither Dennis nor I believed her at first. But then she took a few off the shelf and showed them to us.
Dennis asked her to read a selection from her favorite book. “That would be fun,” she said, and began reading aloud from one of the books. After about two pages, Dennis and I both had healthy protrusions in our pants. I’m sure Kerry knew this because she kept looking over and laughing as she continued reading. Then Dennis got up, walked over to her and asked if there were any pictures in the book. When she said no, he acted disappointed and let his hand fall onto her lap. She made no attempt to move it, but just went on reading.
Dennis started rubbing her upper thighs, slowly working his way toward her crotch. He motioned for me to join him, so I went over and rubbed one of her tits through her blouse. All this time Kerry continued to read on, laughing and squirming now and then.
Finally Kerry jumped up and said that it wasn’t very nice of us to be fooling around in front of Shirley, even though she was asleep. Kerry said we should go into her bedroom.
Dennis and Kerry left. I stayed behind only long enough to cover Shirley with a comforter and turn off the lights in the front room. By the time I got to the bedroom, Dennis and Kerry were taking off their clothes. When they were naked, they got into a 69 on the bed, with Kerry on top.
Neither of them objected when I undressed and climbed onto the bed with them. Dennis slipped his cock into her dripping pussy while I knelt over her face and let her work on my cock with her hands and mouth. Dennis came, and I was almost ready to shoot my load. He sat back and watched as I worked my cock in and out of her come-filled pussy. Kerry climaxed, and the strong contractions of her cunt on my cock caused me to orgasm.
After we had all rested for a bit, we put our clothes back on and went into the living room. Shirley was still sound asleep, apparently none the wiser. With some difficulty, we finally woke her up and got her out to the car so we could leave. Dennis never did see Kerry again, but I still do. —S.L., Los Angeles, California
I’m twenty-nine, a brunette, and I have a 35-23-36 figure. I teach adult exercise classes several evenings a week. Bob, my husband, is away on business a great deal of time, so I like to keep busy.
Bob is a successful executive and a terrific father to our little boy, but he has become increasingly predictable and boring in bed. Despite more than a few opportunities to play around, though, I always remained completely faithful to him. But then one evening last month I gave in to temptation.
After a particularly active exercise class, several of my students lingered at the gym. We sat on the bleachers and talked about fitness and diet while our systems cooled down. My leotard was completely soaked through, and I was vaguely aware that a couple of the men were staring at the outline of my round breasts and nipples, which showed nicely through the material.
When Barbara got up to go home, I was left with Hal, Steve and Tommy. They were good-looking guys in their early twenties, and had been coming to my class for the winter term to stay “beach fit,” as they called it.
Hal pulled a large thermos full of ice-cold wine coolers out of his duffel bag, and we shared it as we continued talking. After several rounds, the conversation became rather loose. The guys took turns describing their favorite sex encounters. I grew lightheaded from the alcohol and got aroused listening to the guys talk.
When it was Tommy’s turn, he faced me, rested his hand on my thigh and said, “Here’s my dream lady.” I felt myself blush. Quickly, I took one more gulp from the thermos and put my hand on his thigh.
It began. Tommy stepped in front of me and said, “Relax—the real class is just beginning.” He turned on the radio and asked me to dance for them. I got up and started to move. My body was trembling and my legs felt sort of wobbly, but I continued, fueled on by their lustful gazes.
After almost twenty minutes of my nonstop dancing, they came down from the bleachers, one at a time, to dance with me. After I had danced with everyone, Tommy asked me to do a striptease for them. I slowly reached up and pulled my leotard down. All eyes followed my bouncing white globes, which were accented nicely by my deep, dark tan.
My breasts swayed wickedly as I rotated my hips and moved closer and closer to where they were all sitting. Tommy approached me, and I felt a rush of excitement as he reached out and caressed my breasts with one hand while pulling my leotard all the way down with the other.
The sight of my thick brown snatch ignited them wildly. They stripped and in an instant were on top of me. The love juice was flowing out of me freely now, my womanly aroma filling the gym. Steve gently fingered my throbbing clit while the others stroked my nipples with their tongues.
Since my marriage, seven years ago, Bob was the only man I’d been with. Now, there I was with three hungry, young studs at once. I gave in totally to their hands and mouths.
“Think you can handle all three of us?” Tommy asked tauntingly. “Think you’re good enough to satisfy each one of us?” I didn’t—couldn’t—respond. Instead I continued rotating my hips and tried to hold back the moans of ecstasy rising to my lips. Then, just as I was about to explode, Tommy pulled the others away. I was suddenly desperate.
“If you want more,” Tommy whispered, “you’ll have to tell us how much you want it—how much you need it.”
“You can’t leave me like this,” I cried, but they just stood there and grinned at me.
I was nearly crazy, teetering on the brink of the most intense, sustained orgasm of my life, and I was prepared to do anything to make it happen. My thighs were grinding together as I writhed on the hard gym floor. Spreading my legs wide, I told them how eager I was to receive their well-hung dicks.
Soon enough, Steve and Hal couldn’t stand it anymore and came to me, pulling me onto my hands and knees. Tommy stood before me, exposing eight beautiful inches of cock. It jutted out of his puff of blond pubic hair, looking absolutely gorgeous.
He wanted me to give him a blowjob. He didn’t have to ask twice. I eagerly caressed his ass-cheeks as he grabbed my breasts and drew me closer. He rubbed his cock through my hair and across my cheeks and neck. When it finally reached my mouth, I gently wrapped my lips around it. With each thrust of his hips, I took in more and more.
I was hardly aware of Steve as he approached me and tongued my wet cunt from behind. A moment later he shoved his incredibly thick tool into my pussy. I screamed passionately while he pumped me so furiously that his balls slapped my ass.
In what seemed like seconds, both guys grunted—low throaty moans that grew steadily louder. They came in long, powerful spasms, filling me with sperm. Fighting the urge to just collapse, I kept swallowing Tommy’s come until his limp dick fell out of my mouth
I had been driven to heights of sexual ecstasy and excitement that I never knew had existed. I came and came and came until, finally, I collapsed on the floor, utterly exhausted.
When my spasms had finally ceased, I gave Hal the balling of his life while the other two watched. I enjoyed watching Hal’s face contort with delight each time I squeezed his cock with my vagina. Just as he was about to come, I leaped off his spurting appendage and stuffed it in my mouth. I’ll never forget the creamy taste of his come, blended with the more pungent flavor of my cunt juice.
It was around midnight when we dressed and left the gym to go our separate ways. Bob returned home two nights later. I welcomed him with a great lay.
Since that time, to my regret, none of the three has returned to class. I’ll never forget that night, and I don’t think I’m bragging when I say that they probably won’t either. —J.B., Chicago, Illinois
My husband Larry insists that I have the best legs and ass in town. I don’t know if that’s true, but a lot of men who know me seem to agree with him.
Although we have only been married three years, our sex life has already become mediocre and, at times, even boring. Larry suggested I have an af-fair with someone. I rejected the idea and expressed anger that he would even consider such a remedy for our ailing marriage.
Then Tom, an old buddy of Larry’s, came into town for a few days. I found him to be slightly obnoxious at first he actually pinched my ass when we met , but his rugged good looks and muscular body were appealing enough to help me get over it.
He visited me one afternoon while Larry was at work. I was lounging around in the den wearing a bathrobe when he rang the bell. While we spoke, his eyes wandered continuously, and all I could think was that Larry would not be home for several hours. I trembled with excitement and anticipation.
Before I could make a move, Tom’s pants were at his ankles. Even flaccid, his cock was enormous. I couldn’t imagine how long it became when fully erect. The faint scent of his maleness was incredibly stimulating. As if by instinct, I rubbed my inner thighs together.
Tom approached me and slipped the robe off my shoulders, leaving me nude but for a pair of silk bikini panties. He asked me to kneel on the floor, doggie-style, and I did as he asked, blinking at the thick, massive appendage hanging before my face. He reached down and held my breasts while I grabbed his ass-cheeks and drew him closer to me. His tool stiffened to magnificent proportions as I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked.
I couldn’t get the entire thing in my mouth, but that certainly didn’t prevent me from giving his cock the time of its life. I devoured his hardness, licking, sucking and nibbling.
Neither of us heard the knock.
I was too busy with Tom’s cock to notice that Larry had entered the room. After watching Tom and me go at it for a little while, he stripped and approached me from the rear. I wasn’t aware of his presence until he yanked my panties down and tongued my steaming pussy from behind.
I had little time to react before Larry had replaced his tongue with his cock. He pumped furiously, his balls slamming against my sweaty thighs. I continued to suck Tom while Larry grunted and withdrew his cock, spilling his load onto my buttocks. Larry rubbed the come into my skin and deftly slipped his fingers into my still quivering slit.
Tom was rolling my hard nipples between his fingers while driving his cock in and out of my mouth. Suddenly Tom’s hips moved faster. He started moaning, and then pulled his cock out of my mouth. I licked my lips and watched as he wrapped his hand around his prick and began finishing himself off. I reached down between my legs and pumped my pussy with two fingers. The sight of that huge prick sliding through his clenched fist helped bring me to the most intense climax I have ever had. Then Tom screamed and his cock erupted in my face.
This experience added desirable and much-needed new dimensions to my marriage with Larry. I later learned that Larry had arranged the entire encounter. —K.L., Tucson, Arizona
During finals week a year and a half ago, six of us conveniently three females and three males were taking a pizza-and-beer study break. The atmosphere was supercharged with sexual overtones, although no one was bold enough to admit to it.
Once the pizza arrived, Jim said, “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse,” and Sandy, a blonde bombshell whose luscious breasts and taut nipples were visible through her T-shirt, said, “Isn’t a woman enough for you?” To which Jim replied, winking, “Yeah. Wish I had one!” Needless to say, at this point the tension had built to the breaking point. All it took was one little move…
So Karla supplied the topper when she blurted out, “All right, enough already! You people are all talk and no action. I’ll admit it, goddammit—I’m as horny as hell!” Paul interrupted by saying, “Yeah, Karla, we’ve seen the can of whipped cream in your room!” Karla continued, “I’m sick and tired of all the losers that I’ve been attracting lately we’re all attractive and horny as well, so why not?” She then got up and locked the door.
Kyle then rebutted, “Speak for yourself, Karla, I’ve certainly had no pro-lems.” Jim, never one to turn down an opening when he spots one, replied, “Yeah, Kyle, I’ve noticed the remnants of your wet dreams on the days you don’t make your bed—like today!” With that, Jim whipped Kyle’s sheets off his bed, exposing his soiled linen for all to see.
At that point Kyle lunged at Jim in mock anger and embarrassment, and the two virile young studs wrestled about. The girls ready, willing and oh so wet decided to jump in and break the boys up. Before we knew it, clothes were flying, mouths were opening and legs were spreading.
Afterward, we lay there drained, our bodies soaked with sweat. It was the usually timid Ashley who broke the contented silence by saying, “Karla! Get the whipped cream now!”
Karla was all too eager to comply. She grabbed Kyle’s bathrobe from his closet and dashed to her room. Back in a flash, with a triumphant smile on her face, she clutched two cans of whipped cream.
Jim decided that he would be the one to get the show rolling again. He sprayed a stream of whipped cream at everyone to warm up the sauces. Needless to say, this insatiable group rose to the challenge. Whipped cream was everywhere. The men feasted on sugary snatch, and the women were soon gobbling up “cock margarita,” the term they made up to describe the salty-sweet mixture of semen and whipped cream.
Unfortunately the supply of whipped cream could not meet our immense needs. So other diversions had to be concocted. Astonishingly, the normally reserved Paul was just the man to suggest the most delectable diversion. He said, “How about we make a huge ring of 69′s?” Then the amazingly knowledgeable Ashley stood and shouted, “Oh, you mean a daisy chain!” Everyone’s mouth dropped open—and was immediately thrilled. It was the creamiest of ecstasies.
At first we were all somewhat clumsy and awkward, but we were eager beavers, all too quick to learn, and soon everyone and everything slid into position. Initially all was quiet, but as the tension built to a pulsating climax, moans of rapture pervaded the atmosphere. Breaking through the symphony of sighs, Sandy exclaimed, “I may have been around the block a few times, but I’ve never felt anything like you guys. You’ve been there through thick and thin with me—and to know that you can share this momentous experience with me is too much for one woman to handle.”
Needless to say, the daisy chain and all our other sensuous experiences were truly pleasurable, intense and mouth-watering. It’s been a year and a half since that first time. We’re all the more closer for having our little “secret,” and it seems that every four weeks or so definitely during midterms and finals we all mysteriously vanish, leaving family and friends to wonder as to our whereabouts. But, as you readers know, we’re…studying. —S.M., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
My friends and I enjoy Penthouse Letters immensely, and our favorite feature, after the pictorials, is “Crowd Scenes.”
Norm, Damien and I recently went bowling. As we entered the bowling alley, we spied three knockouts bowling on lane twenty-four. Luckily, lane twenty-three was open, so we quickly scrambled over to it.
We did a double take when we got closer. One girl was tall, about five feet ten, and her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, touching a well-rounded ass covered by tight jeans. She was wearing a thick lavender sweater that emphasized, her jiggling breasts. The girl keeping score was another wet dream come true. She had coal-black, shoulder-length hair that framed deep brown eyes and full, moist lips. Her tits were big and round, defiantly jutting out of the white turtleneck she wore. The third girl was just beginning to bowl. I watched as she sashayed up to the line, her ass-cheeks bobbing like melons in an earthquake, her shiny black hair flowing.
Norm whispered to me, “Lee, we’ve hit the jackpot!” And I agreed. Then the three of us deposited our bowling balls in the return circle, and I overheard the blonde say, “Oh, good, here come some balls.” I thought she meant our bowling balls. But as I looked at her, I realized that her gaze was riveted on my crotch! There was no mistaking the horny look in her blue eyes, so I walked over to where she sat and began making small talk.
I learned that her name was Chris and that she and her friends—Sue, the one keeping score, and Jill, the one who had been bowling—were up from Kentucky visiting friends over the Thanksgiving holiday. She said that they were booked on the first flight to Kentucky the next day and that their plane was leaving at seven in the morning.
“That doesn’t give us much time to get acquainted,” I said.
“Oh, I think we’ll manage,” Chris said, smiling, her hand swiftly reaching out and deftly rubbing my crotch. My rod began to instantly harden. Not to be outdone, I reached out and massaged her pleasure patch through her jeans. She sighed and asked, “Do you know a more private place?”
“My friend has a van outside, but it’s as cold as hell out there.”
“That’s all right,” Chris whispered. “I’m hot as hell!”
As we gathered up our coats, I noticed that Damien and Jill were French-kissing and that Norm had his hand on Sue’s sexy derriere. “Hey, Damien,” I asked, “why don’t you and Jill join us in the van?”
“Sure,” he gasped.
Norm and Sue were grabbing for their coats also, and the six of us left together. When we entered the parking lot, the wind was blowing fiercely and the temperature must have been zero. Holding hands, Chris and I ran to the van before the others. She flung her arms around my neck, and I forgot all about the cold as she plunged her hot tongue down my throat.
Damien unlocked the door, and the six of us rushed in and tumbled onto the mattress that we keep in the van for occasions like this, although this was the first time the three of us were going to fuck together. I heard Damien start the van and turn the heater on full blast, and then I gave my undivided attention to Chris.
I wrapped my arms around her back, and while we probed each other’s mouth with our tongues, I stuffed my hands inside her sweater and squeezed her full tits. She broke our kiss and whispered, “I have an idea. Let’s get out of these clothes.”
She slipped her coat off and began wiggling her sweater up over her head. Illuminated by a streetlight shining through the back windows, her bare breasts bounced heavily, and I started sucking her right tit. I circled her stiffening nipple with my tongue, and heard her moan sensuously. Licking my way down her firm stomach, I stopped long enough to unsnap her pants and slide them off. She wore no panties, and I could smell the enticing aroma of her steaming pussy as I buried my face between her thighs.
Chris shivered and wrapped her lithe legs about my neck. I stroked her slit rapidly. She clamped her legs around my head, and I felt her whole body gyrate as she wildly climaxed. Her love juice flooded my face, and I lapped it up thirstily. When her flow stopped, I raised my head and smiled it her. Chris’s face glistened with perspiration and a blissful smile covered her face.
As we began kissing again, I could see Damien lying on his back, his ten-inch cock driving in and out of Jill as she lowered and raised her dripping cunt. Norm and Sue were engaged in a furious 69, and I watched Norm’s tongue flicking eagerly over Sue’s steaming clit.
This pleasure session lasted until everyone was exhausted, and then the girls departed—leaving their addresses, phone numbers and an invitation to visit them in the summer. You know where we’ll be spending our vacation. Kentucky, here we come! —R.L., Erie, Pennsylvania
I am a twenty-five-year-old man with a normal sex life. I’ve always wanted to write to Penthouse Letters, but it’s only now that I’ve had a suitable enough experience.
On my last visit to my hometown I stopped to see my friend Rich, as I never fail to do. I was naturally curious to see his new wife, as Rich has dated some hot foxes. I was not let down. His wife Carol is more attractive and nicer than any of his past lady friends. She’s about five feet one, has a small frame, tight stomach and firm breasts—plus she has mischievous grin that causes sex appeal to ooze right out of her.
I was leery of her—I didn’t want to do anything foolish. After all, Rich is a black belt and owns a rather handsome collection of guns.
The first night the three of us went out on the town to celebrate my visit. We were in high spirits when we got back to their house, where I had been invited to spend the night. Carol and I started horsing around. She was trying to give me a karate flip, as Rich had shown her, and her attempt was not very good. What was confusing, though, was that she was deliberately rubbing her little ass into my crotch every chance she could. This activity got me very hot. I couldn’t stop her. No matter which way I turned, she repositioned herself to allow for contact, while Rich, looking on, apparently regarded the whole thing as funny.
It wasn’t until the next morning that the truth came to light. Rich had gone to work, and Carol and I were sitting in the living room, when she suddenly asked me if I wanted to go to bed with her. I was shocked, but did my best not to show it. I quickly replied, “Yes. But I can’t betray Rich.”
“But what if he knows and wants you to sleep with me?” she asked.
When Rich got home that afternoon, he found two randy people waiting for a third. Without further ado, we held hands and went into the bedroom. After we positioned the full-length mirror so that we could watch ourselves in action, we let Carol undress us both. She couldn’t get enough of the added attention that two men provided. Both Rich and I are into our bodies enough to keep them looking good. We just stood there at first, smiling at each other, while she stripped us.
Then, as if someone had blown a starter whistle, we got on the bed with her and started taking her clothes off. She was naked in a minute, and we got on either side of her. I went and sucked her nipples while Rich kissed her stomach and legs.
She in turn had one hand for each of our erections and was moaning loudly. Rich began working on her pussy with his tongue while she blew me. Then Rich raised her ass and started fucking her doggie-style. She momentarily lost control of my cock, letting it flop out of her mouth, but she wasted no time at all stuffing it back in.
A while later there was another change of position, and we were on opposite ends of her, with me fucking her warm, tight, slippery box while Rich enjoyed a well-deserved blowjob. Carol was having the time of her life.
I pulled out just as Rich unleashed a flood semen into his wife’s mouth. He collapsed and rested while Carol and I got in the missionary position. I finally let myself go and had an unbelievable orgasm.
We rested a while and got up to have some dinner. We had sex again later that night. Rich and I are now closer friends than we ever were before, and I think I have found a new friend in Carol. To say the least. —Name and address withheld