Letters to Penthouse XIX Read online

  “So how can we help?” I said, once I calmed down.

  “She wants to make sure,” Jan said. “She wants to fuck a decent guy who isn’t more interested in getting his rocks off than pleasing his partner.”

  It only took me a moment to think about it. “Alan,” I said.

  Jan nodded, having reached the same conclusion. Alan was a neighbor who lived several doors down from us. His wife had died of cancer some years back, and he never remarried. He dated from time to time but never seemed to keep his girlfriends for long. They all said the same thing about him, that he was great in bed but didn’t seem interested in a long-term commitment.

  Jan and I agreed, Alan would be perfect for Donna.

  It fell to me to see if he was game. I called him up and invited him over for a barbecue that weekend. I didn’t say anything about us wanting him to meet anyone. That would have turned him off right away. As it was, he agreed with some reluctance.

  Meanwhile, Jan got excited and started planning what Donna should wear. Suddenly they were the college roommates of old, chatting excitedly about and planning for the “big date.”

  Alan showed up carrying two six-packs of his favorite beer. I knew Donna was in for a treat. He’s five-ten, about a hundred sixty pounds. Unlike me, he exercises every day, often going for ten-mile runs and occasionally a hundred-mile bike ride. With his slim, athletic build, sandy blond hair and humorous brown eyes, he was the treasure of the women in the neighborhood, who constantly vied for his attention. Today he was wearing just a baggy tank top, khaki shorts and Birkenstock sandals.

  The women chose to wear shorts that were as short as possible, along with halter tops. The halter tops were something of a surprise, since I had never seen Jan wear one before. Her large tits were barely held in place. Even though we had been married for almost five years, I was still capable of being powerfully turned on by the sight of my wife. I thought, Hell, two guys are going to be getting lucky today!

  Jan evidently saw my arousal. At any rate, she winked! I barely had time to introduce Alan to Donna. He was the perfect gentleman, and was the first man in a long while to realize that Donna actually had eyes above her tits. We talked over our beers while the burgers cooked, and it seemed that Donna and Alan had hit it off.

  Jan took my hand and led me back in the house “to get more refreshments.” No sooner were we in the kitchen than she grabbed my crotch and, without a word, pulled my shorts down far enough for my cock to pop into view. She laughed throatily and smiled as she stroked it gently.

  “Mmm,” she purred, “I saw how you were watching me. You want to fuck me? You want to fuck my mouth?”

  “Yes,” I said. The urgency coupled with her words made me even harder.

  Casting a quick glance to the door, she knelt before me and took my cock in her mouth. The warmth of her mouth was so startling around my cock that I nearly fell. And I wasn’t the only one affected. It had been a long time since Janice was this turned on! She sucked on my pole for what seemed an eternity. She played with my balls, squeezing them gently in time to her rhythmic strokes. I ran my hands through her hair and had to resist the urge to ram my cock down her delightful throat. God, did she know how to give head!

  Finally, when I could endure no more, I shot my load down my wife’s throat, moaning loudly. She gasped momentarily, surprised by the amount of come, but she was a trouper and took it all in. Then she slowly let me go, her tongue never resting, continuing to seek out driblets of come that escaped her mouth. Finally satisfied I was clean, she rose and gave me a kiss.

  That’s when I heard the clapping. I turned to see Alan and Donna sitting in kitchen chairs. Each had taken a napkin and with a marking pen written the number nine on it. They were holding them up like judges at a gymnastics or diving competition. They had huge smiles.

  I was completely embarrassed. I never heard them come in the kitchen! I quickly pulled up my shorts and tried not to blush the dark red I felt overtaking my face. I could never remember being so embarrassed. Jan, however, simply bowed, took my hand and made me bow with her, like a vaudeville team.

  “Our next performance will take place in the living room in five minutes!” she announced loudly.

  “Very funny,” I said. Then I saw the wicked grin on Jan’s face. She was completely serious! I was stunned. This was a completely different side of my wife from anything I had seen before.

  Numb, I let her lead me into the living room, where I received another shock. The furniture had been pushed aside, and every blanket in the house was on the floor, along with every pillow we owned.

  I looked back to see Alan and Donna following after us. Without so much as a warning, Jan wiggled out of her halter top and let her big tits jiggle. She tossed the halter at me playfully, then started to pull off her shorts. I opened my mouth to protest but couldn’t find the words. Jan tossed the shorts at me as well, then stood completely naked in the middle of the room. It was then that I saw that she was completely shaved! I looked to Alan and saw that he had a huge mound in his shorts, and I saw that Donna was staring at my wife with the same lustful look as Alan.

  “Come here, lover!” Janice purred, tugging at me. All my hesitation vanished, and in a few moments I was naked, eager for my wife’s sensuous touch. My God, was the sex incredible! I had read in magazines how having other people watch could be a turn-on, but I had no idea!

  I wasn’t self-conscious about myself or what I was doing. I just knew I had to please my wife as well as she had pleased me. So I took her slowly. But she didn’t want that. What she wanted was for me to fuck her, good and hard. Which I did. My hard cock found the familiar hole with ease, and slipped in just as easily—my wife’s love juices were flowing hot and heavy. As my groin hit hers and we then settled into a fucking rhythm, I heard the distinctly wet slaps each time our bodies thrust together.

  I looked down at her—spread-eagle, her eyes glazed with passion. She turned slightly and beckoned with her hand for the others to join us. I didn’t care. I only wanted more and more of this sexual animal my wife had become. Then I saw Alan and Donna kissing, their bodies touching. Janice had made things too hot for them too. They lay down next to us, Alan finding Donna as eager for him as my wife was for me.

  I couldn’t help but laugh as we made a game of it, Alan and I matching each other thrust for thrust, listening to our women moan at the same time. I could tell Jan was getting close. Her breathing came fast and shallow, her chest and neck reddening slightly. I looked down to see her grabbing for something. It was Donna’s hand. Now the two of them were clutching hands tightly.

  A moment later, my wife let out a scream so loud, I was afraid it would break all the windows in the neighborhood. It was all more than I could endure, and a moment later I was shooting a second load in my wife. I came so hard, I felt it suck in my toes. My whole body went stiff, and I wound up with a charley horse in my leg so bad, I collapsed on her. A moment later Donna had her own orgasm, and then Alan shot his load all over her stomach.

  The four of us lay there a moment, each with a shit-eating grin on his or her face. I was spent. I hadn’t done two loads in one day since our honeymoon. I was lying back, wondering how this would change our lives, when I felt Jan roll over on her side. I propped myself up and got my third shock. Jan and Donna were kissing. Their lips were almost melting together, they were so hot.

  “Whoa,” I murmured, seeing another side of my wife I had never known existed before. I couldn’t help but stare as they went at it with gusto. It was evident that this wasn’t their first time together, for Donna seemed to know how to touch Jan in all the right places. They went at it slowly, oblivious to the pair of men lying beside them.

  When Jan sighed, I knew she was really turned on. She rolled Donna over and kissed her gently, following the contours of her body downward. She kissed each nipple gently and, hearing a moan of satisfaction, followed her longtime friend’s body ever downward. When she got to the area of Alan’s come, she l
icked at it like a cat with a bowl of milk. Luckily it hadn’t had time to harden. Just the thought of my wife tasting another man’s come was enough to start getting me hard again. Everything I had ever fantasized about was coming to pass in that hell of an afternoon.

  Having cleaned Donna of Alan’s come, Janice resumed her downward motion until she was between her friend’s legs. For the first time I noticed that Donna was devoid of hair too. I had to wonder what the women had been doing when they were getting ready for this big day.

  “What am I to do?” Donna moaned as Jan took the folds of her love between her lips. Jan smiled and turned her body so she could offer up her own glittering snatch to her dear friend. Donna sucked greedily from her pool of love. In no time at all Donna sucked and licked all of my come out of my wife’s cunt, swallowing every drop as if it were the most precious substance on earth.

  Jan chose that moment to moan. Her ass was shaking delightfully in the air. “Fuck me,” she said.

  I was happy to oblige. I mounted her from the rear, ramming the full length of my rod in in one smooth stroke. So, even as I was fucking my wife from above, my childhood chum Donna was licking at her from below. Evidently this thought flashed through my wife’s head too, and it was too much for her, for she had another shuddering climax, nearly throwing me off of her.

  As Jan and I rolled over to continue our lovemaking, Alan was only too happy to fill the void, and soon Donna’s moans of pleasure were growing ever louder. She came even more violently than my wife did, and Alan had to hang on. I came almost immediately and filled my wife with a third load, my new world record. Donna could endure no more. She was shuddering from the repeated orgasms. And I was done, my cock and balls utterly spent. Which left only Alan and my wife wanting more.

  It was a logical progression. I nodded to Jan, and she smiled brightly. She had wanted a taste of Alan’s cock for a long time, and now the time had come to realize that yearning. It was strange to see someone else fucking my wife, but perversely, I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved watching her respond to him, seeing from a different angle what it was that turned her on so.

  “They’re good together,” Donna said as she rolled over to watch them fuck.

  “Yes, they are,” I said. “Want something to drink?” I said nonchalantly.

  “Yeah,” Donna said, unable to tear her eyes off my wife. So I padded naked to the kitchen and grabbed several beers from the fridge. When I got back, Jan and Alan were still going at it, fast and furious. I shook my head, sat beside my oldest friend, both of us naked, and handed her a beer.

  “So what do you think?” I said. The moans were coming ever faster.

  “I don’t know,” she said, popping the top. She held the can to her head, soaking in its coolness. “Alan’s a great lover, but Donna’s still the best.”

  “So you’ve fucked before?” I said.

  “Many times, since college. That’s where we became lovers,” Donna admitted, casting a guilty look my way. She took a long swallow. “Every time I came here, we waited until you were at work, then fucked like rabbits. She has the best tongue I’ve ever felt. Damn! This makes it hard to choose. So I guess I’ll have to do this several more times before I decide.”

  I can hardly wait. Jan has already promised to invite over not only Alan, but also one of her divorced friends from the PTA, a friend who she says “has had the hots” for me for a long time.—A.C., Evanston, Illinois

  THEIR COLLEGE DEGREES GOT THESE YOUNG MEN IN THE HORNY DIVORCÉE

  I am a forty-year-old divorcée with an insatiable appetite for sex. When my son graduated from college, I had a pool party for him and some of his friends. I watched the way the young men all eyed the young women, who had all come clad in the skimpiest of bikinis. And I couldn’t believe the size of the bulges that protruded from the guys’ suits. I decided I had to explore some of those bulges personally.

  The next day, while Trent was out, I called up several of his friends who had been at the house the day before. I said I was planning a surprise birthday party for him next week and hoped they could come. What I didn’t say was: (1) Trent would be away that day, and (2) I would be the only woman there.

  On the day of the party, I greeted the guests at the door in a robe and told them to go in the back and make themselves comfortable. As they arrived, I was pleased to see that I had correctly remembered the four best-built and most prolifically bulging young men from the graduation party.

  Once they were all present, I told them I had just received a phone call from the guest who was supposed to be picking Trent up and bringing him back to the house. Apparently his car had broken down, and it would take at least a day to repair it. One of the young men offered to go for him, but I said it was much simpler just to reschedule the party. I quickly added that they were all welcome to stay, and even suggested that it would be a shame to let the birthday boy’s absence keep us from taking advantage of such a beautiful day.

  I invited them to join me in the hot tub. As the four of them slipped in, I discarded my robe. I had chosen a bikini that becomes see-through when wet. I tried to appear oblivious to their stares. I excused myself to play hostess and went to get everyone beers. When I returned with the refreshments, I leaned over to hand out the beers, giving the young men a good view of my tits, with my wet mohawk-shaved pussy showing through my suit. After a few beers all around, the conversation eventually turned to nude beaches. I said that I had never been to one and suggested we pretend to be at one! I casually shed my bikini top and jumped in the pool.

  The guys were taken by surprise but quickly followed my lead. The first to reach me at the other end of the pool was Jeff, who I knew from Trent was the “campus stud.” I looked down through the clear water of the pool and saw six or seven inches of hard manmeat sticking up at me. I guided him up close to me, with his massive chest pinning me up against the pool wall. His tongue darted in and out of mine. Soon he had one of his hands holding us up against the wall and the other fingering my pussy. I knew I had to have him!

  I broke our embrace and guided him over to the shallow end of the pool. I had him sit on the pool steps and lie back.

  I began sucking on the head of his beautiful equipment, bringing him intense enjoyment. I was so caught up in sucking Jeff off that I forgot about the other guys. That is, until Max, a blond Adonis, appeared at my protruding backside and started to finger my pussy through my bikini bottom.

  I heard the other guys telling Jeff it wasn’t nice not to share, and felt several pairs of hands helping me off with my bikini bottom. Then beautiful Max was pressing his cockhead against my pussy and pushing. His hard-on slid slowly in, stretching me with each inward thrust. It seemed as if he would never stop entering me. When he finally finished, he started pumping fast and furious, and it wasn’t long before he and Jeff had my body rocking. I came, and so did my lovers. While Max pumped my pussy full of come, Jeff, whose dick I had worked to the point of no return, blasted a gallon down my throat. I gulped it all down hungrily.

  That left two guys who had yet to have their turn, Lou and Roy. Lou was a shorter stud, but with a bodybuilder’s physique and a surprisingly large cock. I asked if he wouldn’t like to take over Jeff’s place on the steps. He took his place, and with my back to him, I lowered myself on his juicy cock. The left-out look on Roy’s beautiful face made him even more irresistible—as if I could have resisted his lean but hard-muscled body, which looked like it didn’t have an ounce of fat on it. I grabbed his throbbing magic wand and pulled it to and fro in rhythm with my grinding hips. It didn’t take long for both Lou and Roy to lose their loads, which I devoured.

  Before the afternoon was finished, I screwed all four of those delicious young studs twice more. Then I finished up by letting each of them in turn bury his insatiable young cock in my 38D cleavage, out there on the pool deck. After they all left, I lay out in the late afternoon sun, basking in its rays, feeling wet, warm and totally satisfied. I fell asleep thinking, What good f
riends my son has. And by “good” I meant really good!—N.T., Newport, Rhode Island

  MAYBE BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN-DEEP, BUT “NASTINESS” RUNS DEEP DOWN

  I can’t remember a time when people didn’t misjudge me based on how I look. They always seem to assume I’m some goody-goody boy. The truth could hardly be more different.

  I remember when I was a freshman in high school, I got suspended for calling a teacher a bitch. I was sent to a special school for kids who’d been thrown out of their regular schools. One day each of us had to tell what we’d done to get kicked out. When my turn came and I said I’d called a teacher a bitch, this cute little black girl sitting next to me said she couldn’t believe I would do something like that. I didn’t even know her name and she sure didn’t know me, so I asked why she was so surprised.

  She said, “Because you look like a preacher’s son.”

  I couldn’t help laughing. As she was telling me I looked like a preacher’s son, if only she’d known some of the fantasies I was having about her! They would undoubtedly have horrified my supposed preacher father.

  Eventually I went back to regular school, but it was more of the same. Everybody thought I was just some nice boy from the suburbs. I thought maybe I was the only person in the world who looked like the exact opposite of what they really were. That is, until I met Betty.

  Betty was a high school cheerleader. She was five feet tall and weighed about ninety pounds. She had a pretty face, with short red hair and tiny tits. I soon learned that she was just like me. She’d do most anything and usually get away with it because she looked like such a “good girl.” In reality she was just as nasty as me. Of course at that age nasty is a relative term. It took awhile before we got to do the really nasty stuff.