Letters to Penthouse V (26 page)

After a couple of hours of their little gang bang, Earl called room service for some food and drinks. The waiter was a little stunned when he entered to see a beautiful white girl lying naked in bed between two black studs, and he watched Lynn suck cock while he arranged our food. After the waiter left we all sat around a small table and ate. Lynn sat on Earl’s lap. She asked me if I liked watching her as much as she liked being fucked by her studs.

When we finished eating, Lynn told her lovers she was ready for more. She fucked and sucked her two lovers for hours, until Earl and Dryfus both said they were done. Lynn dressed, kissed her lovers, and we left.

In the morning Lynn told me that she was sore but that she wanted to be fucked by more young black studs. Since then, Earl and Dryfus have visited three more times, resulting in all-night fuck sessions, and we’re looking for other black men for Lynn to bring home and seduce.—
J.C., Albany, New York

GOOD FOR THE GOOSE, GOOD FOR THE GANDER, GOOD FOR A LAUGH

My wife and I read your Penthouse Letters magazine all the time. We have a whole
drawerful!
We would like to share an experience.

This past summer we went on a campout. The campsite we had in mind was only a thirty-minute drive from our home, far enough away to shake a few hassles but close enough to run home if we discovered we’d forgotten anything.

Becky and I arrived at the campground around noon. It appeared to be dead, hardly a person there. I noticed three guys in a camp across from us, and that was it.

We set up camp and went for a swim. It was already hot. It always is around here in July.

Becky stands five feet five inches tall and weighs a hundred and thirty-five pounds; it’s all in the right spots too. She has long, slender, milky legs and gorgeous red hair. When we went to the water I noticed the three guys at the other camp looking at her, and of course she would occasionally steal a look at them.

After a little splashing, crotch-grabbing and other fun, we got out and went back to our camp. I took out the grill and fired it up. While I was lighting it I noticed a lot of activity on the lot next to us. I couldn’t help noticing that the new recruits were all women. As it turned out, it was an all-woman campout sponsored by a local company. By nightfall there were fifty gals and bunches of tents. I tried to act cool, like I didn’t even notice, but my wife didn’t fall for it.

We had dinner and turned in early. I tried to sleep, but hell, there was just too much noise from the women next door. Then, as always happens when you can’t sleep, I had to piss.

I felt for the door in the dark and slipped out as quiet as a mouse. I went to the outhouse, then headed back to the camper. As I passed in the shadows, one of the girls called me. For a moment I just stood there. I knew if I was caught I was dead but, like any fool who thinks with his crotch, I went into their camp.

The girls did all the intros, and I was offered a cold beer. I don’t know for sure how long we sat, but I finished three or four Buds and found myself in a tent with a little blonde. She was round and soft, with skin like snow. We fucked and sucked for what seemed like hours (actually only thirty to forty minutes, but you can get a lot done in that little time). She loved to be on top, and that gave me a chance to paw her cute little tits. She had the kind on which the haloes start getting hard before the nipple and stand out like little cones from the rest of the tit. I couldn’t get enough of watching them grow and then wrinkle up, and I was really sorry when she came, because her pussy squeezed me so tight I couldn’t stop myself and shot up into her with everything I had.

I was pulling on my jeans, thinking, I’m dead. What a dumb fuck, going to get killed over some girl and you don’t even remember her name. It was only a couple hundred feet to our campsite, but I came up with and discarded a dozen excuses over that distance. As I opened the door I thought, Fuck, this is it. To my surprise, Becky was gone.

I thought at first I had lucked out, but then I thought, You’re not out of this yet, stupid. After a few minutes passed, I started to worry more about my wife than my own sorry ass, and left the camper in search of her. I checked the outhouses: no Becky. So here I am, two hundred thirty-five pounds of bull fool creeping around the shadows like some fucking commando or something, except that I kept stepping on sharp rocks in my bare feet and cursing. It was pretty funny, but I wasn’t laughing then.

I had searched everywhere except the camp with the three young guys in it. I crept slowly over to their tent and looked in the side window. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There on the tent floor lay my wife. One of the guys was pumping his dick in her tight pussy like mad! The other two were up at her head, one on either side. She was sucking on one and pumping away at the other with her hand. Every few strokes she would switch the one in her mouth.

Becky is a very talented woman, and she managed to calculate how close those guys were until she had them both hanging over the edge of the cliff. She then started working them both with her hands, and when she touched the heads of their two dicks together, just over her mouth, they both exploded, their jism spraying all over each other’s dick and dripping down into her open mouth. She swallowed for all she was worth, but a little still leaked from the corner of her mouth.

They backed away with big grins on their faces. I looked at the other guy. I knew he was close, and when my wife moaned, “Yeah, baby, shoot me full,” I knew he was done. His face looked like a devil-mask, it was so red and twisted with the intensity of his pleasure, and I could see the blood drain from it as the sperm drained from his dick.

I hurried back to our camper and waited for Becky to return. She came in and told me that she had seen me. I told her what I had seen. Mexican standoff. Then we both began to laugh. We made hot love and left before dawn. We didn’t want to face anyone the next day.—
B.B., Trenton, New Jersey

THEY WERE READY TO SPLIT, UNTIL SHE DISCOVERED STRANGERS

I’m a guy who loves to see my wife get fucked by other guys. People might be surprised to hear that it hasn’t hurt our marriage—in fact, it’s improved it!

Our relationship had been falling apart, and Sunny and I decided to go out for what we thought would be one last night. We were in a nice bar and Sunny, a beautiful woman, started opening up to all the guys, since she felt she was now free. She became particularly friendly with two men, and one of them invited us all over to his place, where the partying continued.

My sexy wife could always turn guys on, and she really went to work on those two fellows, probably to make me jealous and let me know she’d have no trouble scoring on her own. She was sitting on the couch with them, and all three were making suggestive moves while I looked on.

I went to the bathroom, and when I came back I couldn’t believe what I saw. My wife was already naked and she was helping the two guys get their clothes off. She said I could join in, but didn’t pay much attention to me as the three of them entered the bedroom.

I took off my clothes and followed, but was left watching the action as Sunny began jerking off her two new friends on the bed. She was definitely leading the way, and got on her knees so one of the guys could enter her from behind. Then she began sucking the other guy’s cock. I was reduced to jacking off while I watched my wife go wild getting fucked by and sucking off strangers. The guy in her mouth shot his load, and Sunny swallowed it, something she had never really liked before.

The guy fucking her started pounding away, and I could see Sunny was in ecstasy. She came twice before he finally did.

I couldn’t stand it anymore and jumped on Sunny. She came again before I shot my love-juice into her hot pussy. She got up, looked at the three of us and said, “Well, I saw, I conquered, and I came,” then walked out to get dressed.

That was fourteen years ago, and our marriage has been great ever since.—
B.N., North Miami Beach, Florida

I SAW BILLY KISSING LORELEI, AND THAT AIN’T ALL

Our whole family was together for the holidays, and let me tell you I have a big one: I’m one of eight brothers, two of them adopted. We also have a huge house, and some of the guys had brought home not only their wives and fiancees, but buddies as well.

On the second night that I was home I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. To get there, I had to pass the room that my older brother Eric’s friend Billy was staying in. He and his wife Lorelei were the only other people in that wing of the house besides myself.

As I walked by, I noticed that the bedroom light was still on and the door was slightly ajar. I glanced in and caught a glimpse of Billy’s wife getting out of bed—completely nude. She is a tall woman, with really large breasts, and dark, sexy-looking nipples. As she stood up I looked her over from head to toe, pausing to admire her neatly trimmed but still full-looking bush. The bed in the room is fairly close to the door, so I could really get a good view.

As she stood up, she was looking back at the bed where Billy lay, swinging his legs over the edge. She began running her hands all over her body, rubbing her breasts and pinching her dark, protruding nipples. She then reached down, slipped two fingers into her already swollen pussy and squished them around. After a minute of this she took her fingers out of her pussy, wafted them under Billy’s nose and then slipped them into her mouth.

I heard some rustling, and before I could move I saw Billy scoot forward toward the edge of the bed, also completely naked. Now, I’ve seen guys naked before, but I’d never seen anyone with a hard-on. And what a hard-on this was. It must have stretched eight or nine inches away from his flat stomach, and it had a large bulbous head that had the skin stretched tight.

As he watched his wife dip her fingers in and out of her pussy, his hand slipped onto this massive cock almost by itself. In a trance like state he began moving his hand slowly up and down the shaft. As he did this, the head of Billy’s prick began to take on an almost crimson shade. I began to feel stirrings inside my own pajamas as I watched this man and his wife warm themselves up.

Well, the sight of Billy working his staff back and forth made his wife moan, and she dropped to her knees between his legs. I was frozen. I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to. For the next fifteen minutes I watched, mouth agape, as Lorelei gave Billy the blowjob of his dreams. I could see the crimson head and moist shaft disappear into her mouth with a pistoning action. Every once in a while she would pull it out and run her tongue along the length of it, and then bury her nose in his balls until he arched his back and made guttural noises of pleasure. Then she would re turn her warm, wet mouth to the straining purple head of Billy’s dick. She continued this intense, constant action until Billy was ready to come.

As he started to shoot, he begged her to hold on—and she kept sucking for all she was worth. With one final grunt he let his hot load go. I guess that it must have been a while, because I could see her cheeks bulge out, even though she was trying to swallow, and I could see a few streams of sticky come slipping out of the corners of her mouth.

By this time I had a raging hard-on that was begging for attention so, holding my breath, I quietly tiptoed into the bathroom and began stroking my own seven-inch member while replaying the scene I had just witnessed. Then, just like my brother’s friend before me, I let out a groan and let my hot semen fly. I was so worked up that I managed to splatter the full-length mirror I was standing in front of.

As I calmed down, I tucked my spent penis back into my shorts and began cleaning up the bathroom. I got myself a glass of water and tiptoed back to my room. As I passed Billy and Lorelei’s room, I noticed that the door was closed, and wondered if they had left it ajar hoping that someone would see them. With that thought in my mind, I climbed back into bed with a contented smile on my face and drifted off to sleep.—
Name and address withheld

HIS BRIDE SAID “I DO” AND NOW HE CAN SEE THAT SHE CERTAINLY DOES

My wife Diane is twenty-nine years old and was a virgin when we met in college. She has thirty-four-inch tits, brown hair and a great figure from working out. She gets many looks from men wherever we go. With the parties that are frequent in our community, we have had the opportunity to lead a fairly active social life, and have made some great friends.

One night Beth, one of Diane’s single friends, came over after her exercise class. I overhead Beth telling Diane about the studs she’d met at the club she frequents. One guy, Neil, had recently fucked her brains out with his gigantic cock. Beth suggested that she could set something up so that Diane could also have the opportunity to experience Neil’s cock. Diane laughed and said that she was happily married and could never fuck anyone else. That night, Diane woke me up and we had some really intense sex. I wondered if she was fantasizing about Neil and his big dick.

Last month we attended a party that ended up being a real blowout. There was lots of dancing and so much changing of partners that spouses rarely danced with each other. Beth and I danced together several times that night, and I also happened to see Neil, whom Beth had brought as her date, dancing with my wife as often as he could. Diane was dressed in a sexy minidress that showed off her figure. From across the room, I saw Neil running his hands over her thighs and ass. Since I was also doing the same thing to Beth, it was no big deal. Oddly, though, I felt turned on watching him touch my wife.

Beth was keeping me occupied—probably so my wife could flirt with Neil—but the more drunk she got, the more interested she became in some of the unattached single guys. By then everyone was pretty smashed, and I began to hunt around for my wife so we could leave. I was really horny from all of the flirting, and in the mood for a great fuck.

After looking around for a few minutes, someone told me that Diane wasn’t feeling well and that my “friend” Neil gave her a lift home a little while earlier. I dashed home and, sure enough, Neil’s car was parked in front of the house—Neil, the notorious ladies man with the really big dick. Maybe they were already fucking. Hoping to finally get my wish of seeing my wife make it with another man, I quietly entered through the back door and crept upstairs toward our bedroom.