Letters to Penthouse VI

by Penthouse International

  I have always lusted after Lucy. She is of Latin descent, with dark hair and an olive complexion. She has large tits that still stand up nice and firm when she goes braless. Her tummy is flat and her firm butt flows right into her long legs. I felt my seven-inch dick twitching in my shorts.

  Joelle went into the cabin to change into her bikini. When she returned, I was already in the water trying to hide my rising cock. We swam around for a while, then we hopped into Roy's speedboat and cruised around the lake for a bit.

  When we got back to the cabin, we dressed and went out for a lobster dinner. The girls were dressed to thrill in short, tight dresses. They got me so turned on, I couldn't wait to get back to the cabin so I could screw my wife.

  On the way back, Lucy suggested that we go skinny-dipping. I said I was game, but I didn't think Roy would ever let it happen because he's always protective of his wife.

  When we got back to the cabin, we started a fire in the fireplace and broke out the beer. Someone suggested a game of Quarters, and soon we all had a good buzz going. Lucy brought up skinny-dipping again, and I was quick to say I was game. Joelle and Roy weren't so sure, but after a few more beers we convinced them to try it.

  The next thing I knew, we were all standing out on the deck with only towels on. We slipped into the lake in almost total darkness, and the water felt great against my bare skin. Afterward, as we made our way back to the cabin, I was a little disappointed that all I'd gotten was a quick glimpse of Lucy's ass. I'd been hoping for a nice tit shot.

  We all sat around the fire wrapped in our towels. We smoked a joint as we joked about our adventure. Suddenly both our wives dropped their towels and got on their knees. Joelle started licking my balls, and I got hard in a hurry as I watched Lucy sucking Roy's swollen cock. Her beautiful tits swayed back and forth as her head bobbed up and down. Then Lucy crawled up onto Roy's lap and sank her wet snatch onto Roy's pecker.

  I watched as her pink pussy slid down his pole, then back up again. Her juices were flowing down onto Roy's balls. I shot a huge wad of come into my wife's mouth just as Roy exploded in his wife's tight snatch. Lucy was shaking in the throes of orgasm.

  We all lay down in front of the fire to rest. Then Joelle and Lucy started sucking Roy's cock. My wife was bobbing up and down on his big shaft while Lucy had both his nuts in her mouth. I sat on the couch to watch, and it wasn't long before Roy shot his wad all over. Then the girls both looked over at me, and the next thing I knew I was getting the same treatment. What a feeling! This was a fantasy come true.

  I figured I might as well go for broke, so I asked Lucy if I could tit-fuck her. Lucy got on her back. She sucked my pole deep into her throat to get it all slippery. Then she squeezed her tits together, and I slipped my pecker right between them. When the head poked through, my wife gave it a lick with her tongue. As you can guess, it wasn't too long before I was coming all over Lucy's tits.

  We spent that whole night in front of the fire, and the next day as well!—P.B., Stamford, Connecticut

  THEIR FIRST ORGY STARTED SLOWLY, THEN TURNED INTO THE BIG BANG

  The night was wet and windy. We were hoping that the weather wouldn't discourage our guests. As we prepared for the party, Rosa and I knew that this gathering was going to be different from any we'd had before. We had invited five couples to join us for an evening of dancing, movies and games of all sorts. We had asked people to dress formally, but without any underwear. Rosa chose to wear a black velvet dress with black silk nylons, a lacy garter belt and black velvet pumps with four-inch heels. I had chosen to wear a black tuxedo, a white shirt and a red tie.

  The house was decorated with white bows and draped red sheets, and lit only by candles. We wanted a warm and romantic evening. The guests began arriving at about eight. They included an accountant, the receptionist from my office, the owner of our local health club, a college classmate and our mail carrier, each bringing a spouse or lover.

  Everyone was dressed to the hilt. My accountant Pete's wife wore a white, silk see-through top and matching latex miniskirt. Pete had on a white tux, white shirt and black tie. Celia had on black knee-high boots, black shorts and a top that covered less skin that most bras. Her long blonde hair ran over her shoulders and down to her knees. Stu, her husband, had on a navy blue tux and shirt.

  My receptionist Susie is twenty years old, and reminds me so much of a peach that my mouth waters every time I see her enter the office. For this occasion she had worn a red nylon body suit. Her husband Keith had a baggy silk suit on. Mike, the gym owner, had a light blue suit on, with a black turtleneck. Lisa, Mike's girlfriend, was wearing black spandex pants, black pumps and a white blazer. Kelly, the postperson, came in a red evening dress with red pumps. Her man Cory had on a red blazer and white pants.

  The room was warm from the fire on the hearth and the candles lighting the room. After dinner, Rosa steered the conversation to the question, “How did you meet your mate?”

  Pete was eager to start, saying, “When I met Rhonda, we were dancing at a strip club. We danced together in a strip-and-sex show.” He added, “That's how we worked our way through college.” This piece of information got everyone interested.

  Susie said, “I wish I'd seen that show.”

  Rhonda responded, “It's never too late.” And we were off to the races. This was going to be a lot easier than Rosa and I had imagined.

  We went into the living room, where Pete said, “If we do the show, you all have to join in.” None of us knew what that was going to entail, but everyone seemed titillated at the prospect. I went to start the music as everyone settled on, in and around the furniture. When I returned, Pete was already dancing for the group. Rhonda was lying on the floor with her legs up in the air. Pete started to take off his clothes.

  When he was down to his pants, Rhonda stood up and, after a little teasing, took off her white blouse. Her tits were as fine as any I've had the pleasure of seeing. I looked around the room and saw everyone in a trance. Then Pete removed his pants. His solid penis pointed at Rhonda as she removed her miniskirt. She started to lick her lips as she moved toward him, taking his penis in her hand and kissing the head of his dick.

  I looked for Rosa, only to find her with my receptionist Susie. Rosa had her hand between Susie's legs, playing with her pussy. They watched the show, licking their lips. Keith came behind Rosa to feel her tits. Rhonda crossed to me and hit me with a passionate, lustful kiss. When, after some time, I again looked around, Rosa was completely nude. Pete had his left hand on her breast, massaging it as she sucked on his penis. I dove tongue-first back into Rhonda's mouth, my hands beginning to wander over her warm skin.

  Suddenly the music stopped. Rosa had stopped it because some of our guests still weren't joining in. She decided to try another expedient. Rosa said, “Thank you, Pete and Rhonda, for the show. My pussy is so wet I'm going to have to have it pumped out by the D.P.W. Our next entertainment is a game called strip musical chairs. The rules are simple: When the music starts, you start dancing. When the music stops, if you don't have a chair, you strip for the group. And once your clothes are off, they stay off! Pete and Rhonda will start and stop the music, as they've already done their show.”

  Pete started the music, and Rosa removed a chair from the circle. The group danced, most of them giggling so hard that when the music stopped they stumbled toward the chairs. Susie was left standing, and so became the first to strip.

  The music began again, and Susie started to dance. I could see a spot on her red body suit from where Rosa had been rubbing her pussy. She turned her back to us, removing the strip that held the top of her body suit. She faced the group again, showing her small, firm breasts. She went on to remove the body suit, and when she pulled it past her hips we saw that her pussy was completely shaved.

  After dancing and taking her applause, Susie went to sit with Pete and Rhonda. The music began again, and Pete removed another chair. The next winner/loser turned out to be Stu, Celia's husband.
He started with his jacket, then his shirt, in order to show his hairless, muscular chest. When he dropped his pants we had another surprise: He was wearing a cock ring. The sight of his swollen schlong kicked the party into overdrive. We all jumped up and started to do our own strip act.

  The group did the strip in record time. Rosa has big tits, and as our guests disrobed she started to kiss and suck on her own breasts.

  Lisa, not surprisingly for a gym owner's girl, is a female bodybuilder with very large, muscular legs and a powerful butt. She and Stu began kissing. Stu's dick was hard, and Lisa started to masturbate herself using Stu's dick, rubbing it on her clit.

  Keith, Susie's young husband, was all over my wife's tits. Rosa was enjoying this young stud and the attention he gave her boobs. Susie was kissing Keith's cock at the same time. I went to help Rosa out of her dress. Susie got on all fours and Keith entered her from behind. Rosa started to masturbate, licking Susie's pussy and Keith's cock as he plunged in and out of Susie's box. Before I could get into Rosa, Cory moved in and inserted his dick into Rosa's hot twat.

  Celia came over to me with her boots on, and we started to get on all fours. I entered her from behind. Her pussy was amazingly tight. I asked her why, and she said, “Stu is never home to fuck me. If you and Rosa ever want to come over and get it on, just give me a call.” After that all she said was, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard.” Soon she wasn't making words at all, just pushing her hips back against me and grunting. I reached around to feel one of her breasts as I fucked her from behind. I loved the way they moved every time we slammed together. Celia started to come, and the tensing of her cunt muscles caused me to fill her love-nest with my come.

  Celia disengaged from my satisfied penis. When I looked back at Rosa, she was bucking as Cory poured his come inside her. Cory pulled out, and Lisa started to lick Rosa's pussy clean. In a few minutes, Rosa had a powerful orgasm.

  When I turned from looking at that scene, Kelly and Mike were fucking on the kitchen counter. Pete and Cory headed into the dining room, and I followed. Pete lay on his back on the table, his head hanging off the end, and started sucking Cory's dick. The rest of the guests lined up for their turns. Rhonda got on top of Pete and started riding his cock, her heavenly pussy grinding away as fast as she could go. Rosa started everyone, giving each of us head (both men and women), then Pete would finish us off. I'd never had sex with a man, but Pete gave head almost as well as Rosa does. I looked at Rosa as I was getting my blowjob from Pete. The loving look on her face was all I needed to let go and come. Pete took it all without spilling a drop.

  Rosa came over to kiss me after I had come, and asked me if I wanted to see whether Lisa and Mike would stay with us. I said, “That would be awesome.” Rosa asked Mike and Lisa to stay. As our other guests began to leave, she asked each man to let her give them a final blowjob, for she is truly the best. She sucked each of them, and they all came a last time. After each one came, I slid my tongue into her mouth to taste what she had just enjoyed.

  When just the four of us remained, we moved to the hot tub to clean up and enjoy the feeling of satiation. We started to relax and talk about the evening. We all felt brilliantly tired when we finally climbed out and toweled each other off.

  As exhausted as we all were, we'd gotten so excited by everything that had happened, it was hard to stop. We went up to the bedroom and piled all the blankets and pillows we own on the floor. Then the four of us fell down in a big puppy pile. As our recap of the night continued, hands inevitably began to roam. It wasn't anything very sexual, just a lot of patting, petting, and rubbing of exhausted muscles.

  After a while we ended up pairing off, Mike with Rosa and I with Lisa. We got into a lot of deep kissing and feeling of breasts. It was a little like being in high school all over again. No one had the strength to fuck, and it was really fun to just be making out and rolling around on the floor.

  We switched back to our own partners. I have to admit, after all the action with other partners it was great to feel Rosa's familiar size and shape in my arms. Everyone likes to have some variety in their lives, but there's also a lot to be said for knowing how someone likes to be kissed and touched. My hand slowly slid down to Rosa's crotch, and one finger slipped between her pussy lips. She was still plenty wet inside, and I lazily moved two fingers up and down her opening, circling her clit each time I reached the top of her slit. This went on for a long time, until she let out a long sigh and clamped her legs around my hand. Her orgasm was deep rather than violent, and it pulled the last of her energy out of her. She fell asleep with my hand still clutched between her thighs. I drifted off soon after.

  We all slept together on the floor until noon. Mike and I were awakened by the sounds of Rosa and Lisa eating each other's pussy. After Mike and Lisa had gone, Rosa and I held each other until we fell asleep again. She said, “I love you. Do you want to call Rhonda so she can come over next week?” I had to say yes. I love my wife, and I'm so grateful she's mine.—D.K., Lincoln, Nebraska

  SHE MAKES UP FOR LOST TIME AFTER THE WHISTLE HAS BLOWN

  Two years ago, after my five-year marriage ended in divorce, I enrolled in night school to obtain a certificate in secretarial science. I supported myself and paid my tuition by working days as a cocktail waitress and weekend evenings as a go-go dancer. My social life took a nosedive with the hours I was keeping, and my sexual activity was virtually nil. I finally graduated seven months ago and started working with an agency that specializes in temporary secretarial help.

  About two months ago I was given a four-week assignment with a small company that sells and services heavy machinery. My boss, Roland, was a man in his early fifties, a burly Italian who acted gruff but was really just a big teddy bear. The guys who worked around the office and in the shop were young and studly. Every single one of them made a pass at me in the first week, and I don't mean that we just flirted. As I mentioned before, I've been a dancer, and my body often attracts a lot of attention. Still, none of the guys followed through. I figured maybe Roland enforced the old adage, “You don't get your meat where you earn your bread and butter.” At any rate, I found myself getting rather frustrated having all these great hunks wandering around. I had been celibate for two years.

  Well, on my second Friday at the job I was headed home after work when I realized that I had left a birthday present for my sister inside my desk drawer. I turned around and went back to the office. When I got there I found, to my surprise, a number of the guys' cars still in the lot. Usually they trip over each other on the way to the door at five o'clock.

  I let myself into the office. As I made my way to my desk, a lot of laughter and catcalls drifted out of Roland's office. My curiosity got the better of me, and I quietly made my way over to the open door. From the doorway I could see Rory, Teddy, Rick and Warren sitting around with drinks in their hands, watching Roland's oversize TV set. On the screen was a naked blonde, sitting on a kitchen counter with her legs spread wide open. In front of her was a well-built guy, also naked, who was busy sucking and fingering her cunt.

  When I walked in, the guys froze. Then Warren reached over to turn the set off. “Don't do that,” I said, “it looks like it's just getting good.” That broke the tension. Rick asked if I wanted to join them for a drink and watch the movie. I eagerly accepted the invitation and took a seat on the sofa between Rory and Rick. Warren poured me a stiff Jackie D on the rocks. I settled down to see how the action would develop—on and off screen. I figured that if I didn't get laid now, something was definitely wrong.

  The movie screen changed. There was a beautiful redhead with giant tits getting done by two guys. One was fucking her doggie-style while the other stood in front of her and fed her dinner through a big, fat straw. The guys were trying to watch the screen, but kept stealing looks at me out of the corners of their eyes. I loved knowing that my being there was making their breathing even heavier than the video was. For my part, my tits were already heaving pretty hard. Their ri
se and fall was indicated by my nipples, which were threatening to tear a hole in my flimsy bra.

  This went on for a good twenty minutes, and still these guys hesitated to make a move. Eventually I reached over to my right and placed a hand on Rory's crotch. The bulge I felt was most impressive. I moved my left hand over to Rick and felt about the same thing. “You guys must really be enjoying the movie,” I said. “I don't know how men can stand having something that hard pressing against their pants. It's got to be uncomfortable.” They both muttered in agreement. “Well, dear hearts, why do you insist on suffering?”

  I stood up, moved in front of Rory and leaned down to unzip his fly. I had trouble fitting his cock through the opening, so Rory helped me. It stood before my eyes like a flagpole. I squeezed it briefly in my hand, my fingers barely covering the knob. My eager mouth captured the head of his penis as I began to twirl my tongue around the top few inches of his mighty tool. Rory threw his head back and let himself enjoy my cocksucking.

  I felt a pair of hands on my hips, and realized that Rick was behind me. He rubbed my hips and ass with his strong hands. It felt great. Soon I felt Rick's hands move down to the bottom of my skirt and raise it gradually above my hips. Rick massaged my ass in earnest. As he squeezed my ass-cheeks against each other I could feel wetness on my pussy lips, and I knew that my panties had already soaked through.

  I continued to suck Rory as Rick pulled my panties down to my ankles and I obligingly stepped out of them. Rick's hands slid down the cleft of my ass. He began to move his fingers up and down the length of my cunt lips. My joy-juices were running like a stream now, and his entry into my pussy with his finger was heavenly. The twitching of the dick in my mouth signaled that Rory was ready to come. He gasped, “Please don't let me come yet. I want to save it for your cunt.”

  I obliged by giving him the squeeze treatment, then disengaged my mouth and stood up. I bent over at the waist, my hands on Roland's desk, and positioned the tip of his cock at my opening, my knees quivering just a little at the thought of finally having a good, hard dick inside me. When I lowered myself onto that magnificent piece of meat, it was like going to heaven. Unable to control my speed, I rode Rory like he was a racehorse. It didn't take long before he let out a moan and spurted his hot come inside me. My orgasm came almost simultaneously and, with a shout of joy, I let go the sexual frustration of many, many months.