Letters to Penthouse VI

by Penthouse International

  I slipped Rory out and turned to see the other three guys standing naked, big grins on their faces. This is what I'd wanted, and I decided to make the most of it.

  Rick was next, and he too did me doggie-style, as I stretched over the arm of the sofa. While he was working in and out of my slick cavern I took Warren in my mouth, trying to be careful not to make him come.

  Rick was good—very, very good. He lasted a long time, churning along at an even, steady pace, and I came twice before his load joined his buddy Rory's. My orgasms were just like Rick's fucking—long, strong and steady.

  I was so satisfied after Rick that I told the guys it was time to take a break. “Don't worry,” I winked at the other two, “everybody gets fucked tonight.”

  We watched the movie for another half hour and had another drink. By then I was as horny as when we had started. Warren asked if he could be next. He took me missionary style while I lay on my back on the wall-to-wall carpet. The other guys stood around us in a circle, cheering us on. Warren knew a lot of moves. He not only varied his tempo, but also swung his ass in almost a corkscrew pattern, causing his cock to reach some out-of-the-way places in my cunt. When I came, I thought my head was going to fly off. It was a tremendous turn-on to be fucked while three studs stood there naked, waiting their turns.

  Good old patient Teddy was the last in line, and I decided to give him something special. “Do you like to tit-fuck?” I asked him.

  “Who doesn't?” he responded, grinning.

  “Well, I think you deserve that little treat for waiting so long.” One of the guys came up with a tube of hand lotion from Roland's desk. “Oh, I don't think that's going to be necessary,” I said and took a huge scoop of male and female come from between my legs with two fingers. I ran my hand over my cleavage, smearing the moisture everywhere. “There, that should do it. If not, there's plenty more,” I said to Teddy. He led me back over to the sofa and sat me down so that my breasts were at the right height for his prick.

  Teddy was gentle as he took his dick in his hands and used it to finish spreading love-oil on my tits. He then took one globe in each hand and squeezed them together around his shaft. He caressed my nipples with his thumbs as he began to slide up and down in the lubed groove. The feeling was incredible, and I added to it by reaching down to play with my clit. The other three guys stood close at hand and watched as Teddy began to pump away at my slick cleavage. It didn't take long before he began to geyser great sprays of hot come into the air. I leaned over and caught the first spurt in my mouth.

  When Teddy was done, and had reluctantly pulled away, I sat up on the sofa. Rory, bless him, had brought me a dampened towel so that I could clean up. After I got dressed, I gave each guy a kiss and told them all what a great time I'd had.

  The last two weeks of my assignment were really something. Whenever possible, without Roland knowing it, one of the guys would get me into a hiding place where we could have a quickie. Sometimes it was in the supply room, sometimes in the little coffee room and other times in the shop tool crib. Believe me, I was making up for my past two years.

  When my final Friday arrived, Rory told me that the guys wanted to take me to a farewell dinner and that they would pick me up at my apartment at seven o'clock. I figured it was going to be another fuckathon, but I was wrong.

  They picked me up in a rented limo, complete with champagne and assorted snacks. We went to a fine restaurant and they ordered me a superb meal. Then they revealed that they had tickets to see Phantom of the Opera. What an evening! When it was over and they took me home, each guy stood in line at my door, kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck. Then Rory handed me a small gift-wrapped box. “From the four of us,” he said.

  When I was alone in my apartment I opened the box and found inside a beautiful, delicate, gold necklace with a locket attached. I opened the locket and read the inscription. “To the best typist in the world,” it read. What else can I say?—S.L., Brooklyn, New York

  THIS MOTHER IS NAMED THERESE, BUT SHE'S NO MOTHER TERESA

  My name is Therese. I'm a forty-two-year-old mother of three. I keep in good physical shape through regular exercise, although I'm never completely happy with how my body looks. This is probably why I have always ignored my husband Ralph's suggestions that I engage in sex with other men. I've often fantasized about it, but never wanted to take my clothes off in front of someone other than my husband. This all changed, however, shortly after I began working at a local department store.

  One of my coworkers is a twenty-six-year-old woman named Lucille. Lu loves to have a good time, and one day she and her friend Lilly were telling me about some of the places they go for entertainment. They asked me what I do for fun, and I said I usually just go home and watch TV. Lu said, “What a drag. You need to get out of the house, girl.” They both insisted that we all go out some night and have a good time. I laughed at this, figuring they were just trying to be nice.

  When I got home that night, I related the conversation to my husband Ralph. He laughed too, then became serious, saying, “You know, you really don't have that much fun. You ought to take them up on their offer.” Well, it wasn't long before Lu asked me to go out with her and Lilly after work one night. I almost said no automatically, but then a little thrill went through me at the idea of doing something different, and I decided to go along.

  I wore a print dress with a full skirt to work on the big day, so as to feel comfortable in either a casual or more formal environment. I confess to having spent a long time picking my clothes that morning. I also filled my purse with all sorts of extra makeup so that I could change my look depending on where we ended up. Ralph was as excited about my night out as I was, and gave me a big, warm kiss before we both went off to work. “Have a good time,” he told me. “Be careful, but don't be too cautious.” He winked at me. “And give me a call if I shouldn't wait up.” I blushed and gave him another kiss.

  After work I rode with Lu in her car, because I didn't know how to get to the place she told me we were going. Heck, I hadn't even heard of it. I felt good about my outfit, though, because Lu was also wearing a dress.

  We arrived at the nightclub and found Lilly already there. We sat around drinking wine and talking about men. Both Lu and Lilly seemed to have extensive sexual histories involving a number of different men. That fascinated me, having married Ralph when I was nineteen and a virgin. As the evening went on and the drinks went down, these women began to really open up, comparing their men and their stories. I started to feel my sexual juices flowing. Lu told us about an old boyfriend who could go for an hour or more without coming. Lilly tried to top that, saying that she had a boyfriend who could keep getting it up after he'd come. “How many times?” Lu wanted to know.

  “I don't know,” Lilly replied, “I always wore out before he did.”

  They asked me about my experiences, and I admitted that I had only ever had sex with my husband. They thought that was a terrible shame, and suggested that someday they fix me up with one of the young studs they know.

  We left soon after, to go to Lu's apartment. She said she had some good wine there. She wanted to kick back and relax more than she could in the bar.

  Soon after we arrived, we heard a knock on the door. I thought I saw Lu give Lilly a look before she answered it, as if they were both in on some kind of secret. Lu came back leading three young studs. They were friends of Lu and Lilly, and had rented a videotape that they wanted to watch with us. I was surprised to discover that it was a homemade X-rated video. It showed some guys dancing suggestively around a room for a small audience of women. The ladies on the tape were going wild, pulling at the men's G-strings and feeling them up.

  One of the young men with us, Chad, stated that he had often thought about becoming a male stripper. This received a wild response from Lu and Lilly. Chad is really built. He's about twenty-four, with black hair and a lot of muscles. I could tell by the way his chest hair spilled out of the top of his shirt that the
re was a lot more hidden away. Chad's chest is smooth, and I've often fantasized about fucking a man with a hairy chest.

  The girls kept encouraging Chad to stand up and strip for us. At first he coyly said no, but after the guys started in on him too, he stood up and began to dance for us. At first he just gyrated, moving his hips around and then back and forth in a fucking motion. This was exciting enough for me—I was creaming my chair and hollering. Lu and Lilly, though, had started chanting, “The pants, the pants, the pants!” Chad released his belt, eased his fly open and slowly gyrated his hips while his pants slithered down his legs. He kicked them off and they landed in my lap.

  At this point I could get a good look at his bulge, which appeared to be enormous. It was straining his underwear, the head peeking up past the waistband. Obviously he liked the attention. Chad approached each of us and danced right in front of us, his crotch at face level. He rocked his hips back and forth in a fucking motion in front of my face. I swear I was drooling. I unconsciously put my tongue out, and he brought his cotton-clad cock just close enough for me to touch with my tongue-tip. The smell of his manly sweat was everywhere.

  The other guys, Greg and Cole, didn't like Chad getting all the attention, and they soon joined in. Now we each had our own private dancer, and they switched places every few minutes, so that each woman got a one-man show from each man. Before they started around the circle the second time, Lu pulled off all their underwear, exposing their raging hard-ons to full view. She also gave each of them a quick caress to make sure they were in their full glory. My husband's cock was the only one I had ever seen before, and the sight of three beautiful erect dicks at once made me sweat.

  Chad's dick was about seven inches long and quite thick, with dark pubic hair surrounding it. The head glistened with drops of come, as though it was crying to be sucked. Lu took pity on Chad and quickly engulfed his member. I watched as it slid in and out of her mouth. I could not watch for long, though, as Greg was thrusting his prick into my face, and it too begged to be put in a warm, moist place. I opened my mouth and slowly eased his rampant dick past my lips. I love the feel of a man's cock in my mouth, and at that moment Greg's felt as good as anything I'd had in my life. Greg lurched back and forth, pumping his cock into my mouth. My pussy seemed to just keep getting wetter and wetter.

  After a few minutes Greg removed his dick from my face and went to Lilly. I felt like my puppy had been stolen, until Cole's erection bobbed toward me. My eyes shut, my mouth opened, and Cole shoved his cock between my lips. I pulled him out for a minute and rubbed his cock all over my face, making incoherent but happy sounds, then began licking his balls. Each of them disappeared into my mouth and got a good sucking. I then reinserted his prick into my mouth and began sucking for all I was worth. I was desperately trying to see how much of his pole I could shove into my mouth and throat when, with very little warning, Cole sent a load of hot semen flowing down my throat

  This was the first time a man had ever come in my mouth Ralph had always wanted to, but I had resisted, preferring to take his load in my cunt. But Cole had given me no warning, so I experienced for the first time the taste of hot come. Who knew it would be so good? Next came Chad, and he too shot his hot wad into my eagerly waiting mouth. There was so much that I had trouble swallowing all of it, and some dripped onto my dress.

  Greg had delivered his spunk to Lilly, so by this time the boys were all temporarily satisfied. I'd had three different men without even removing my clothes!

  That changed in a few minutes, as the boys started saying that it was now our turn to dance for them. Lilly was the first on her feet, and Lu and I weren't slow to join her. We all had on long dresses, and we removed our undergarments before we began dancing in front of the guys. They sat on the floor in front of us. We took turns raising our skirts, exposing our cunts to them one at a time from a distance of about five feet. We worked our way slowly toward them until we were just inches from their faces. I could tell they were enjoying the show, as their dicks were all hard again. My pussy was aching to be touched, fucked or sucked—it didn't matter which.

  On a signal from Lilly we each raised our skirt and dropped it over the head of the man in front of us. I happened to be standing in front of Cole, and as I dropped my skirt over his head he instinctively rose up to get a closer look at my dripping cunt. He then grabbed my ass, pulled me to him and treated my pussy to a soft, sensuous kiss. My juices were flowing all over his face as he began to lick and kiss my slit. He rolled my clit around with his lips, and inserted his tongue into my steaming love-canal.

  Lilly signaled again and we all switched. This time I put my dress over Greg's head. The feeling was just as good, as Greg licked and kissed my pussy and tongue-fucked me until I screamed with delight. Next it was Chad's turn, and he gave me a tongue-lashing I'll never forget. I began convulsing, and came while he was sucking on my clit.

  At that point my knees grew weak and I slid backward onto the floor. Chad ended up on top of me, my motion pulling him forward as he held on to me to ease my landing. He was lying on top of me, and I felt his hard cock against my swollen pussy lips. I adjusted his prick so that its head lay at my entrance. He quickly entered me and began pumping away, using a smooth, steady rhythm. This was just what my aching pussy needed. The excitement was intensified by the fact that this was the first time I had ever fucked a man other than Ralph.

  Chad pumped in and out of me for the longest time, and I became even more aroused, something I would have said up until then wasn't possible. I loved the feel of his hairy chest. Wanting to feel his hair rub against the soft skin of my breasts, I pulled down the top of my dress and unhooked my bra. I also love having my tits sucked during sex, so I pushed Chad's head down until he took one of my pointy nipples into his mouth and began vigorously sucking on it. I told him that I liked having my breasts licked all over, slowly and softly. He was a quick learner, and I leaned back to fully enjoy the exquisite pleasure of a hard dick in my moist cunt and soft caresses on my ample tits.

  Soon Chad pulled his cock out of my cunt, slid it up to my chest and began fucking my tits. Cole quickly filled the spot between my legs, licking my soaking pussy before turning me over. Chad was under me, still fucking my tits, when Cole entered my pussy from behind. I was in heaven. Here for the first time I was enjoying two men at once, and I quickly went over the edge. As I convulsed in my second orgasm of the short evening, Chad began coming between my tits. I licked up all that came close to my mouth. Cole then arched his back and came in a flood. He filled my pussy to overflowing with hot semen. I was ecstatic with pleasure.

  Before the night was over I had sucked all the guys, had had my pussy eaten and had been fucked no fewer than three times. I enjoyed every minute of it. When I got home I told my husband Ralph of the evening's events, after he noticed a come spot on my dress. To my delight he was not angry, and even suggested that I try to see them again sometime soon. I know that I will. Lilly, Lu and I talked at work the next day about trying to arrange our schedules so that we all had an evening off together. Next time I think I'll take Ralph along. He would enjoy the show and maybe even join in. Lu and Lilly have met Ralph and said they would love to show him the ropes. Ralph is delighted at my change of mind. When we all do get together, you can be sure my fellow Penthouse Letter readers will be the first to know.—T.M., Columbus, Ohio

  SHE ASKS EBONY BALLS TO CUE UP FOR HER AT THE POOL TABLE

  I've read Penthouse Letters for years looking for interesting new ideas to experiment with. My husband and I have enjoyed a wide variety of interesting sexual experiences, but recently I was able to participate in my all-time favorite fantasy.

  My husband and I were at a local club having a drink and talking to a really nice black guy named Lawrence. (My husband and I are both white.) One thing led to another, and before long I told Lawrence about my favorite fantasy—being fucked by a group of black guys on a pool table.

  Within thirty minutes we were driving
behind Lawrence on the way to his house. He served us drinks, made some phone calls and then suggested we sit in his hot tub. The three of us got undressed and proceeded to do just that. I was getting really turned on when the doorbell rang and Lawrence said, “That must be my friends.” Then he looked at me and said, “Cindy, would you like to answer the door?”

  Without any hesitation I got up and went to the door, dripping wet and naked. I opened it and found four very surprised black men. I stood in front of them, holding the door open and letting them get a good long look before I coyly invited them to come inside. Then I calmly went back to the hot tub.

  Lawrence had music playing and one of the new arrivals asked me to dance so I got out of the tub and slow-danced in the nude with a guy who was fully dressed. The feel of his cold brass belt buckle against my stomach and the coarse material of his shirt against my straining nipples was driving me crazy. My pussy was throbbing and I just couldn't wait any longer, so I said to Lawrence, “I'm ready if you are.”

  Six men with hard-ons followed me into the den where the pool table was. When we got there Lawrence picked me up, put me on the pool table and told me to spread my arms and legs out toward the corners. I couldn't help touching myself as I watched the other guys undress. I was in heaven, and my hips were grinding like crazy, when Lawrence took my hand away from my wet snatch and said, “That's my job.”