Letters to Penthouse XXI

by The Editors of Penthouse Magazine

  I get off watching her screw others, so I was happy to accommodate. She wore a short black leather skirt, fishnet thigh-highs, red high-heel shoes and a flimsy backless kerchief-type blouse. She didn’t bother wearing panties or a bra, so the sides of her breasts were visible. Her nipples were generally hard from the material.

  She put on eye makeup, foundation and very red lipstick. Her blonde hair was in curls and dangled down her neck. She looked great. I could hardly keep my erection under control. So that I wouldn’t “lose it” at the party, she gave me one of her delectable blowjobs before we left.

  The club was in a former warehouse. Priscilla went in first, and I waited outside about five minutes before entering. There were maybe seventy-five people in the main dance area, which had a bar and a deejay playing music. Most of the racially mixed crowd was in their twenties and thirties. There were slightly more men than women.

  Priscilla had positioned herself on a stool at one end of the bar. She had a glass of wine in her hand. No one had come up to her yet, though I noticed quite a few eyes looking in her direction. Her legs were together, but her skirt was hiked up quite a bit, barely covering the very tops of her thigh-highs. I went up to the bar and got myself a beer, then positioned myself against the wall so that I could follow the action.

  It didn’t take long for two guys to come up to Priscilla. One was a six-foot, muscular black man, the other a somewhat shorter, handsome white guy. They chatted for a few minutes. The deejay put on a slow number, and Priscilla went out on the dance floor with her new black friend. She danced closely with him. He stroked her bare back slowly. Then they began to grind their hips together. It became extremely suggestive. The white guy looked on approvingly.

  When the song was over, Priscilla and her dance partner returned to the bar. A fast number came on, and the white guy grabbed her by the hand for the dance. The floor was somewhat crowded, but I saw that Priscilla’s breasts were bouncing quite a bit. A few times she licked her lips suggestively.

  At the end of the number they returned to the bar, where the black guy had remained. They talked some, and then Priscilla looped her arms in the men’s respective arms, and they headed for a hallway off the main dance floor. I followed. It turned out the club had a number of small rooms with couches. They didn’t have doors, so they weren’t really private. My wife and the men walked in a room at the far end of the hall, past the rest rooms, which were also off this corridor. As I walked by several of the rooms, I saw couples talking and making out.

  I went in the men’s room to give Priscilla and her guys some time before I looked in on them. I expected she would get into a lot more than making out. I waited about five minutes in the rest room. When I came out, there was a man standing in the doorway of the room Priscilla had gone in. I went over to him. He turned to me and said the show was about to begin.

  Priscilla was sitting on the couch between the two guys. She was kissing each of them alternately. The black guy had his hand up her skirt and was obviously playing with her clit and twat. The white guy was rubbing her breasts. We watched for about five minutes. Then she stood up and motioned for the guys to unzip their pants, which they did immediately.

  She pulled out their cocks and began stroking them. Both were quite well-endowed. As she bent over to give them a lick, her skirt went up, revealing that she didn’t have any panties on. The guy next to me nodded in appreciation of her fine ass and her technique in blowing two guys.

  Priscilla sucked them for another five minutes while they stretched to play with her twat and her tits. Finally, glancing at the door and discovering she had an audience, she said it was time to get serious.

  Meanwhile a couple had joined us at the doorway. As they watched, they touched each other all over.

  The men with Priscilla untied her top as she slipped out of her skirt. They quickly took off their pants and underwear. The black man lay on his back on the couch, his legs overhanging the arm. His tool must have stuck up eight inches, and it was thick, thicker than Priscilla’s wrist. Not hesitating, she climbed on top of him and lowered herself slowly on his cock, which was lubed with his precome and her saliva.

  She had no trouble lowering herself fully, but she did let out little screams of joy as she enveloped his prick. Once she was settled, the white man placed his cock in front of her mouth. She was just amazing, as she was able to suck one cock while moving up and down on another. They must have gone at it like that for ten or fifteen minutes.

  The couple watching got all hot and went in one of the other small rooms. The other man pulled out his cock and beat off. Within a few minutes, they all climaxed, including the guy masturbating next to me.

  It took several more minutes for them to calm down. Priscilla kissed each of the guys and said that it was great. She put on her skirt and blouse and went to the ladies’ room to clean up some. As she passed us, she winked at me and told the other man she hoped he had enjoyed the show.

  I went back in the main room. Priscilla reentered and signaled to me that she was ready to leave. Word had gotten around that she was one sexed-out babe, so it took a while for her to get to the door. By the time she reached me, she had four guys in tow.

  I heard her say she needed a ride back to her place, where they were welcome to join her and continue the party. She turned to me and said, “Hey, sport, why don’t you give me a ride and come along too? We’ll lead the way.”

  It was about eleven o’clock as we pulled up to our house with two cars following us. The other men had no idea that I was the woman’s husband. On the ride home she was all aglow, talking excitedly about what was to come.

  When we got in the house, she went to the refrigerator and brought out a six-pack of beer. We drank and chatted awhile. She sat on the couch between two of the guys. She didn’t hesitate to spread her legs, so the three of us who were sitting in chairs got great views of her box, which was still well-lubricated and dripping. The guys next to her played with her tits.

  Finally she said, “Let’s get down to business,” and led us all to the bedroom. She had us all undress while she stripped herself bare. There she was—in the nude, surrounded by five nude guys with raging boners. She licked her lips and began systematically giving us each licks and sucks. Then she said that tonight she wanted each of us to take her sequentially. Turning to me, she said that I would have to be patient, as I was going to be her dessert.

  For the next hour I watched as each of the other guys mounted her missionary-style. Their cocks varied in size, but all had fair endurance. It took the first guy about five minutes to get her going with her first orgasm. After that, she was in a state of pretty much constant body-quivering orgasm. I had never seen her in such a sexual frenzy. She shouted intermittently how wonderful it all was and how she loved getting banged by a group of guys. She only hoped her husband would never find out what a tramp she was!

  Finally, after she told the others to dress and leave, it was my turn. She was still incredibly hot, and rewarded me fully for my patience. First I got another delectable blowjob, which she ended right before I was to come. Then I entered her from behind, and in a few minutes exploded. We then collapsed and fell asleep.—N.H., Halifax, Nova Scotia

  ON HIS PATIO, HE AND HIS GOLFING BUDDY FIND A NEW KIND OF NINETEENTH HOLE

  Dave and I had been playing golf in a regular foursome on Saturdays for several years. Normally he picked me up when we played. Several months ago when we got to the club, we found they were having a youth tournament, so we could only play nine holes.

  Afterward, we headed back to my house, and since we were home early, I invited Dave in for a beer. Molly, my wife, was not around, so we got our beer and went in the den, where there was a sliding glass door onto a secluded patio. And there was Molly, sunbathing on the patio! She was topless, leaving her with just her bikini bottom on. She is a honey blonde, five-two, just over a hundred pounds, with a really cute figure. She’s thirty-five, and is sort of shy and modest.

 
; Dave and I were both watching Molly, but made no reference to her in our conversation. After maybe twenty-five minutes, he finished his beer, said he would pick me up next Saturday and left.

  Soon after, Molly got up, put on her robe and came in the house. She was surprised to see me and asked why I was home early. I told her about the tournament. She turned, saw the empty beer bottle and said, “Has someone been here?”

  I explained that since we finished early, I had invited Dave in for a beer. She blushed and asked why I hadn’t told her we were home. I said we were enjoying the scenery and didn’t want to interrupt her. She stood there looking at me for a moment, then said, “Oh?” Then she turned and went in the bedroom.

  It rained both the next two weekends, so we didn’t play golf. In that time no one said a word about Dave and me watching Molly sunbathing!

  Finally, with no rain, Dave and I resumed our Saturday golf, finishing at the regular time. I invited him in again. When we got to the den, there was Molly, sunbathing again. This time, however, she had left her bikini bottom off and was completely nude. She was a beautiful sight. After twenty minutes she got up, put her robe on and came in the den. She asked how our game had been, then went to shower.

  The next Saturday I could hardly wait to get home and see what would happen. Again Molly was completely nude. After fifteen minutes she got up and wrapped herself in a large beach towel, which covered from the top of her breasts to just above her knees. She came in the den, sat on the couch with me facing Dave and asked me to get her a beer.

  While she drank her beer, the towel parted along her left thigh. It was a very erotic sight, particularly since we knew she did not have anything on underneath. Our conversation was about normal things, with no sexual content. Finally she finished her beer and went to take her shower, and Dave left.

  Molly and I still had not spoken about her behavior! But our sex life became more intense.

  The next week was hectic. I was in a constant state of arousal. I kept wondering what was going to happen after the Saturday game. But it rained again, so it was two weeks before the next episode took place.

  Dave and I took our usual positions in the den. Molly was again sunbathing in the nude. The next thing I noticed was that she had shaved her pubic hair. She must have done it while we were playing golf. Eventually she stood up and wrapped a regular towel around herself. It just barely covered her nipples and crotch. She came in, and when she sat next to me, the towel slid up on her hips.

  I was a little shocked, but excited. Molly leaned over, put her hand in my lap, gave my erection a hearty squeeze, planted a kiss on my cheek and asked me to get her a beer. Again we had a conversation about utterly ordinary things. Twice I noticed her part her legs slightly, and from the expression on Dave’s face it was clear she was showing him everything. She finished her beer, then excused herself and went to shower. Dave finished his beer and left.

  Molly came back in, now dressed, and we went out to dinner. I kept expecting her to say something about her behavior, but she never did!

  The following Thursday, Dave called and said he wouldn’t be able to play golf on Saturday. He had some business to take care of. For some reason Molly didn’t want to have sex Thursday or Friday night. She said she didn’t feel well.

  That Saturday, after golfing without Dave, I arrived home and looked out on the patio. No Molly. I went in the bedroom, and found her lying on the bed nude and asleep. This surprised me, because she never sleeps in the nude or takes naps in the afternoon.

  On Monday, Dave called and said he was giving up Saturday golf and for us to get another player. Several times since then I’ve found Molly asleep when I got home. Yesterday she met the new member of our foursome, Chris, when he picked me up.

  In the evening she suggested that I invite Chris over for a beer next Saturday. I just said, “Oh?” T.L., Scottsdale, Arizona

  WHEN SEXUAL WILLPOWER FLAGS, SOMETIMES ALL YOU NEED IS SOME YOUNG BLOOD

  We are a couple in our fifties. Our desire, like most long-term married couples’, has been fading for some time. Now, with a little help from a massage at a place that has the reputation of being a young-stud farm, we’ve gotten back to the old excitement we once knew.

  I told my wife that if she was interested in having a massage and a little romp with one of those younger studs, it wouldn’t bother me. In fact, I would enjoy watching one of them with a large cock fuck her. The way it all came together, even though I must admit it was a bit hard for us to show up, it turned out very well.

  I had already talked to the manager. For my wife’s massage I wanted a well-hung young man, in case she wanted to go all the way. We got a dark-haired young man who looked so innocent, except for what he had between his legs.

  As he massaged her, he knew she was real hot, and after all, he had a pretty good idea of what we were there for! He rubbed her back and legs and her butt. He worked his hand up along her pussy lips and asked her if she wanted him to go all the way. She just nodded.

  With a smile, he told her to roll over and placed her ass on a pillow. He took some lube and stuck his finger in her pussy. She raised herself up to meet his fingers and told him it felt great. For his next surprise, he dropped his shorts. He had a hard-on that was huge—not only long, but very large in diameter. It was dripping precome.

  The young man got on his knees between my wife’s legs and told her just to relax and enjoy the ride. He rubbed his huge cock up and down between her lips. Then I saw his dick going slowly in her wet slit, deeper and deeper. The lips of her pussy closed in around him. I was hot just from watching my wife get fucked and seeing her enjoy it. The fellow knew just how to fuck her. He would go slow for a while, and then just slam his balls up against her ass.

  It didn’t take long before my wife was begging for more and starting to come. He must have sensed it, because he told her to “hang on and get ready for a load of hot young come.” As he came, she raised her legs high up and took it all in. I saw come coming out around her lips and down his huge shaft as he kept driving it in and out.

  My wife wrapped her legs around him, and they lay still, with his big dick still inside her. He worked it slowly in and out of her cunt until there was come running clear down the cheeks of her ass. For an old guy like me, it was quite impressive to see this young man fill my wife to the brim.

  She said, “God, honey, it was so great! I could actually feel him ejaculating in me. It was just like when you and I were young. He is so large and hard.”

  After that time, our love life perked up. It seemed like we enjoyed sex a lot more. My dick isn’t as large as the masseur’s, but now it was a lot harder when we screwed. We have hired this young man to come to our home about once a month, to fuck my wife while I watch. For us it’s great.

  We read every issue of your magazine and hope you print our letter for the benefit of other older couples who may have lost a step in their sex life. We are here to say there is help.—J.T., Columbus, Ohio

  SHE PUT ON AN EYE-POPPING SHOW FOR THE HORNY TEAM IN THE VAN

  My wife is such a tease! Kelly is five-three, with thick, curly golden hair, an ass to die for and a smile that literally charms my pants off. After five years, she still keeps me guessing.

  Last weekend she pulled a stunt that still has my crotch twitching. I was on the couch reading the Sunday paper when she walked in the living room after her morning shower and suggested I take the top off the convertible so we could take a ride. I should have known something was brewing from the mischief in her eyes. I dutifully went out and unsnapped the ragtop. The July sky was crystal clear, the air dry. The morning sun promised a blazing day.

  As I finished tucking the frame away, Kelly padded out of the house, climbed in the passenger seat, grinned and said, “Ready?” I looked at her and grew weak. There she sat in a bath towel and sunglasses, her hair in a French braid, her skin glistening in the sun.

  “Looks like you are,” I chuckled as I climbed in and started the m
otor. We rolled out of the driveway, and as soon as we hit the four-lane highway, Kelly unwrapped her towel and draped her right leg over the side of the car. The rush of the morning air tightened and crinkled her nipples. Sunlight cascaded over her breasts and tummy and spilled onto her delicate feet and tanned legs. Of utmost beauty, however, was the glow that radiated from her freshly shaved pussy and the tender pink hood of her clitoris.

  Needless to say, I had difficulty keeping my eyes on the road. There are three major intersections between our apartment and the open road. Before we reached the first, I made sure I was in the curb lane. That didn’t keep the driver in the car next to me from noticing the babe in the passenger seat. Kelly was reclining, her right hand tracing the puffy folds of her crotch, occasionally pulling at her nipples. Her hips rocked slowly in the bucket seat.

  We got through that first light, Kelly’s eyes were closed, and her breasts rose and fell to the rhythm of the finger sliding along her bare pussy. As we slowed for the second light, her hand increased its pace. When we pulled up alongside a van at the light, my beautiful passenger plunged two fingers in her hole. In the van was a baseball team—college kids, it looked like—who soon had the windows packed. Hoots of encouragement excited Kelly even more, and she gasped with impending orgasm as I pulled away from the intersection.

  “That was close!” she said, grinning. She looked over her shoulder at the van full of admirers speeding to keep up with us as we approached the final intersection. “Watch this,” she giggled.

  My dick almost jumped out of my shorts. From the glove compartment she took out a lifelike replica of a nine-inch cock. Out it came, and in her it went—to the hilt! She put her delicate feet on the dashboard and drove the dildo home, drawing it out, shiny and soaked, to its mushroom tip, then driving it back in, moaning as she pumped her hole. Her clitoris stood out, reddish-pink and hard in the sun, begging for attention. I wanted badly to lean over and touch it with the tip of my tongue.