Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (23 page)

I had never seen her climax so violently. Then Bret slid from her crotch and moved up, straddling her chest, presenting his
huge, thick cock to her lips. Her eyes rolled and fluttered closed as she took him into her mouth and sucked. He fed her more
and more of his organ and her sucking became frantic. Bret bucked and I could tell he’d come in her mouth. I pumped my cock
and asked if she liked his come as much as mine, and he pulled out of her mouth as I shot my steaming load all over her face.
She sucked up the last drops as Bret watched us, amazed at her avidity. His cock was already hardening again.

Karen begged him to fuck her, reaching for his half-erect penis. He leaned forward and kissed her, sucking her lip, his cock
lengthening and stiffening as they kissed. He moved slowly down her body, mapping its surface with his tongue, running his
mouth over her curves, rousing each nipple to hardness, all the while bringing his cock closer to its primary goal.

Karen opened her legs for him as the purple head of his dick furrowed through her bush. He positioned himself for maximum
penetration, sliding his hands under her ass. He heaved forward and smoothly rammed it home, burying himself to the balls.
She cried out with a mix of surprise and joy, returning his thrusts. Soon the bed was shaking and banging against the wall
as he hammered her wanton pussy.

Karen saw me hovering beside her and saw my reawakened cock in my hand. She reached for it and pumped it as Bret fucked her
closer and closer to her third climax. He slammed one last time into my wife’s cunt, sending them both into spasms. She hooked
her legs around his waist, lifting herself off the bed, drawing him in even deeper. Then she pulled my throbbing cock into
her mouth, eliciting another orgasm from me while still in the throes of her own.

Bret chuckled nervously as Karen thanked us both. She pulled his face to her breast and encouraged him to suck until his cock
began to grow rigid. I kissed her face, listening to her revel in the pleasure he was giving her. Bret clearly enjoyed her
breasts as much as I did. I moved down to watch his cock thicken, surprised at how aroused I was by it.

Karen’s pussy was literally dripping wet, and his cock seemed to be searching for it. I ran my hand over his ass and took
hold of his cock. He didn’t miss a beat as I pushed them on their sides and guided his cock into her, moving so Karen was
sandwiched between us.

I inched my cock into her ass, meeting Bret’s through the thin separating membrane. Karen gasped as we crammed her full and
set up an awkward rhythm that soon flowed naturally. I felt my balls constricting already with this intense stimulation. Bret
was breathing hard, and our balls hit each other as we fucked Karen hard and slow. I groaned, managing not to let loose until
he did. Karen screamed her pleasure as our come flooded her convulsing cunt and ass.

I stroked her side as my cock slid out of her. The room smelled like an orgy. Bret gave her one last thrust before collapsing,
too, and Karen lay between us, wiped out with pleasure. My birthday gift had proved successful beyond belief, and we spent
the rest of the night fucking, caressing, and laughing for the sheer joy of the sexiest time of our lives.

—Mr. W.F., Minnesota

I’ve always thought it would be really hot to be in a situation where I have to wager my body in some game—a wager whose loss
would cause me to get fucked by one or more heavy-duty studs… the kind of fantasy fucking that couldn’t happen in real life.
Or could it? It’s amazing what a willing husband can do to please his lusty wife!

One night, Jack had three of his friends over to play cards, and the game was going hot and heavy. Jack was losing and finally
folded. The others called me in from the kitchen and demanded that I sit down and play in his place. When I said I had nothing
to bet with, they all laughed, and Jack said, “What about her body?” That was it. The smile my husband gave me said it was
fantasy fulfillment time.

Needless to say, I lost and lost. Heck, I was trying to lose! When the game was over, Matt and George and Mark took me up
to the bedroom. I was quivering with eagerness as they stripped off my clothes a piece at a time and then decided to draw
for who went first. If they weren’t sure I was willing when the game began, one look or touch would tell them otherwise. My
labia were pouting and my pussy was as wet as could be. I was blushing furiously, but I was also mightily aroused.

Mark was first, and he had me lie on my back and spread my legs while he stripped. The cock that popped out of his jeans was
as hard as a rail. He climbed between my legs and rubbed its purple head up and down my slit before burying the whole long
shaft in me. I started to come almost instantly and then stayed on the edge for a long time, oblivious to anything but the
cock spearing me and the other two that waited. Finally I came again, as Mark shot his load.

Matt pulled me off the bed and guided me onto my knees so I could suck his cock. I took my time, naturally, running my tongue
around the bulbous head and deep-throating the shaft for all I was worth. Matt pulled me to my feet and bent me over the back
of a chair, ramming his cock into my pussy from behind. I could feel his balls slapping against me as he fucked me hard and
fast to another great orgasm.

George was last, and he stripped and lay down on the bed, confronting me with the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Not one to turn
down a challenge, and feeling plenty prepared by my first two lovers, I clambered up to him and straddled his hips, lowering
myself gingerly onto his cock. I played with it at my entrance for a moment, then slowly sank myself down onto it, playing
with my clit to keep my pussy pliable.

The fact that I had been fucked twice helped George slide into my tight pussy, and soon I was truly sitting on it. It felt
like I was impaled on a fence post, and I was ready to explode. First he started to raise his hips and pump into me gently,
then he pinched and bit my nipples just the way I like, which sent me right into nirvana. I came and came, and George pulled
me close and fucked me passionately. Matt and Mark could surely see every inch of their buddy’s huge cock driving into my
splayed cunt. The very thought brought me over the edge again and again before George shot into me and I rolled off his still-massive
but softening cock.

I looked up to see a smiling Jack standing at the door, beckoning the guys to leave. When we were alone he knelt between my
legs and licked my soupy cunt, making me hot for his familiar cock. I pulled him to me and he entered me in one long stroke.

I had thought I wanted to be held and cherished, but the wild thing inside me woke up again and I kept pleading with him to
fuck me as hard as he could, which he willingly did, spurred on by my frenzy and the thought of my having taken on his buddies
with such eagerness. We went at it for what seemed like a long time before we both came in a massive tremor that shook the
bed.

No sooner had I curled up in his arms than I heard footsteps on the stairs and the other three men burst in, still naked,
carrying a huge birthday cake ablaze with candles. When they all burst out singing “Happy Birthday,” I dissolved. The whole
thing had indeed been a setup. Jack had arranged it as a slightly belated thirtieth birthday present for me, cleverly planning
it for a week late so I wouldn’t catch on to the whole plot.

The rest of the night was fun, too, and trust me—cake isn’t the only thing that tastes good covered with frosting!

—Ms. A.E., Ohio

My wife, Tracy, and I have a great relationship, and over the years we’ve engaged in some rather daring adventures. Our sex
was enhanced considerably when we began sharing our fantasies, eventually focusing on a particular fantasy that involved a
threesome with another man. We got into the habit of casting my best friend, Bill, in the role of the other man, which made
things all the more realistic for us. We wanted to take things a step further, but I couldn’t get up the nerve to reveal our
plan to Bill.

A few weeks ago I was in the car with Bill, and our conversation, as it often does, turned to sex. I began to tell him some
juicy details of my sex life with Tracy, and Bill confessed that he was aroused by the images that were forming in his mind.
I swallowed hard and pressed on, finally telling him of our fantasy of including another man and that he had been suggested
as a candidate. Bill was cautious at first, making sure he understood that this was an idea Tracy and I had both agreed to,
but once I assured him that the two of us were totally together in wanting this fantasy to come true, he was all for the idea.

Tracy and I decided the big night should take place on Bill’s birthday, which was later that week. We rented a hotel room,
and Tracy dressed to kill in a short black dress with a deeply scooped neckline, black thigh-high stockings, and spike heels.
We met Bill in the bar and had a few drinks, and soon thereafter Bill and Tracy were flirting outrageously. They danced a
few slow dances, pressing their bodies close together and swaying to the music. The sexual tension was so thick you could
have cut it with a knife, and I finally gathered the courage to suggest that we move the party up to our room.

I poured some drinks as Tracy went to change. Bill’s jaw dropped when she emerged in a stretchy black lace nightgown that
her full breasts were practically bursting out of. She took a seat across from us and blushed in the cutest way as Bill eyed
her cleavage with lust. I decided it was up to me to get things started, so I sat next to Tracy and began kissing her passionately.
She responded eagerly, and I slid my hand up her body to cup her breast. Her nipple became erect as I toyed with her breasts,
and I knew Bill could see it poking through the lace of her nightgown.

Without warning Tracy stood and turned on the radio, asking who wanted to dance. I looked at Bill and he went to dance with
my wife. His hands rested below her waist, and his hips were thrust forward so that Tracy could feel his very obvious erection.
All three of us were breathing heavily, almost overcome with the anticipation. As they danced, Tracy reached down and guided
Bill’s hand to her breast. As he eagerly began to caress it, she lifted her open mouth to his. They began to gently kiss and
fondle one another, and I moved in behind Tracy and slid my hand around her thigh to the slit in her nightie. She moved her
legs apart to give me better access to her, pressing against my questing fingers as they crept ever closer to her sweet cunt.

Without words, we made our way to the bed and lay down without breaking our connections. Bill kissed his way down Tracy’s
neck to the exposed parts of her breasts. Meanwhile I was kissing her thighs above her stockings, looking up in time to see
Bill pulling down Tracy’s nightie to expose her nipples. Her large red nipples popped out like ripe cherries, and Bill instantly
sucked one into his mouth, moaning with delight. Tracy’s breasts heaved with her deep breathing, and she reached for my head
and guided it to her very wet cunt.

I licked around her cunt lips gently, avoiding her clitoris until she moved my mouth to right where she wanted it. I flicked
my tongue back and forth across her engorged nub, and she began thrusting her cunt against my mouth. Her moans grew louder
and more urgent, and I knew she was racing toward orgasm. I began to suck her pussy harder, and between my slurping noises
I heard Tracy say, “Take off your pants!”

My head shot up, and Bill and I looked at each other, not knowing to whom she was speaking. Then we both shrugged and simultaneously
began to undo our belts. Tracy grabbed my underwear, releasing my swollen cock. She grasped it and stroked it a few times.
Her touch felt amazing on my heated shaft. Then she bent forward and slurped me deep into her mouth and began to suck while
Bill stared, transfixed. Tracy vigorously bobbed up and down on my cock, glancing up at Bill every so often to see how he
was liking the show. Every time she saw him staring, she began to suck me even harder, and I knew she was getting off on being
watched.