Letters to Penthouse XVII

by Penthouse International

  Jasmine mentioned that although her girlfriend was a tall Nordic blonde and she was actually a slighter girl of Eurasian descent, that they both had exactly the same measurements and their bodies looked like they could have come from the same mold. With that Jasmine untied her halter top to expose a pair of perfectly shaped tits. Without hesitation Lauren did likewise. At that point I knew this was going to be a night to remember!

  After careful examination of these two beauties I decided to get the ball rolling. But before I could do anything Lauren reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of white crotchless panties and said, “What do you think of these?” I grabbed them out of her hand and put them over my head and said, “How do you like my new hat?” We all had a good laugh at that and then Jasmine just reached out and unzipped my shorts and immediately started giving me head. I was unbelievably turned on by everything that was happening, especially having this gorgeous blonde bombshell sitting right there with her eyes glued on my good fortune. Suddenly Jasmine stopped and said, “If you think that I give good head, you won’t believe what Lauren can do once you put your cock in her mouth.”

  Staring at Lauren with her outrageous tits and beautiful light nipples made me dizzy. Then she put her head next to Jasmine’s and they both licked my cock together, stopping occasionally to compare notes on how to give the best head and asking me for advice. Let me tell you, those ladies didn’t need any coaching. It was my duty as a man, however, to at least do something other than just making animal sounds before I got ready to squirt my hot come all over those two deserving and anxiously awaiting sex goddesses. I gave them some tips and then went off like Old Faithful—but that’s not the end of the story by a long shot. I was in heaven and so were they. And just when I thought that the night couldn’t possibly get any better, it did!

  As I stood up and noticed the two of them licking my come off of each other’s face, my soft cock immediately came to attention again. They started touching, kissing and licking each other with a skill that made me hornier than before. I entered Lauren from behind as she licked Jasmine’s cunt. Our climaxes happened within seconds of each other, and we made noises that sounded like something off the soundtrack of a porno flick.

  We all showered off, had something to eat, got fucked up again and improvised our own versions of some popular board and card games. We had a lot of fun doing that, and my favorite of the night was the spin we put on strip poker. Since we were already naked, we decided that we’d perform sexual favors instead of removing clothes when one of us lost a hand. It was really great. I’m not a bad poker player when I’m with the guys, but I have to admit I threw more than my share of hands with the girls!

  I had to have the blonde bombshell alone so I grabbed her and entered her with my prick. Practically insatiable and not wanting to take a break from the action, Jasmine was trying to join in. I was having the best lay of my life. Jasmine started masturbating while watching us intensely. Well, I finally broke down and fucked Jasmine too, since she was the reason this happened in the first place. This went on all night long.

  Since then I get together with Lauren almost every day. The magic is the same and our time is eternally sweet. We love to get naked, grab some body oil and read each other excerpts from Penthouse Letters. We want to read this one too!—L.K., Hermosa Beach, California

  HIS SUPERHOT GIRLFRIEND IS STILL REALLY HOT FOR HIS BEST FRIEND

  I have decided to share more of my sexual experiences with beautiful Sandy, who I managed to connect with even though she was so hot for my best friend, Brad. Sandy is incredibly hot—five-six, a hundred ten pounds, blonde hair and green eyes, very sexy lips, perfect B-cup tits and fine nipples.

  Since our first time, Sandy and I have shared many nights of pleasure. But she was still hot for Brad. I had never had a threeway, and all my fantasies revolved around me and two other women, not other men! But I figured it was okay for us to talk about. It didn’t need to be something we acted on.

  “I’ve always wanted to be with two men at once,” Sandy said. “I want all the attention on me. I wouldn’t mind another woman also, but I want two men bad!”

  “Okay,” I said, “tell me your fantasy.”

  “I want to have one man sucking on each nipple as I take a hard cock in each hand,” she said. “I want to feel their cocks throb in my fists. In addition to sucking a nipple, each would be massaging my pussy. God, my pussy is getting so wet just thinking about it.”

  I was so turned on by this image, I had to massage my cock as she talked.

  “I can feel each hand parting my pussy lips,” she continued, “and two different fingers gently probing my opening. I kiss each man in turn as they both finger-fuck me.” She started to finger herself gently, in and out. “I lie back on the bed, and the men kiss their way down my stomach. Their hands spread my legs, allowing them a full view of my wet, shaved pussy. They take turns kissing my inner thighs and licking my clit. One pulls my ass cheeks apart while the other is lip-locked onto my clit.”

  I couldn’t take any more. I moved in and started to lick her pussy. Soon she was too much into having her clit sucked to talk. We had great sex, and afterward decided that if she’d bring another woman in for me, I’d agree to having another man with us for her.

  Of course, she wanted Brad.

  The next day I called him and told him what Sandy and I had been doing. He wasn’t mad. He was turned on! I told him he was the one we wanted to join us, going into detail about what Sandy wanted. He was definitely up for it. He said he’d always wanted to try a threesome. I told him to come to my house around six that evening, and we could have some drinks to loosen up.

  By six, I was totally horny and ready to try something new. Brad showed up right on time, and we started drinking.

  “This is going to be fun, I think,” he said. He sounded a little nervous. I sure as hell was. We started with two shots of tequila and a beer each.

  “Sandy said she’ll be here around eight,” I said. “She wants to prepare for us.” I was also thinking about something an ex-girlfriend of Brad’s had told me, about his being very large—too large for her. Tentatively, I asked, “Hey, I’ve heard stories about your endowment. Is it true? Is it ever a problem?”

  Brad paused, then grinned and said, “Well, my cock does the job. I wouldn’t say it’s huge, but women seem to like it. You’ll see for yourself soon enough.”

  Sandy showed up about nine looking as hot as ever. She was wearing formfitting hip-hugger jeans and a cotton T-shirt with no bra—her nipples looked so good through her shirt that my cock stirred, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Brad adjust his cock. As Sandy walked in, we both kissed her. Brad also squeezed her ass.

  She sat on the couch next to me. I could tell she’d been drinking already. “So, are you two glad to see me?” she asked. We answered (in stereo!) that we were very glad to see her. I handed her a drink, and she turned to kiss Brad. He was sitting next to her, and started to squeeze her nipples. I took this as my cue to lift her shirt and suck gently on the other nipple. She moaned as she and Brad kissed. My hand wandered to the top button of her button-fly jeans. As I worked her fly open, Brad worked his own jeans off. I couldn’t help looking as his cock was exposed. He took off his shirt, leaving him completely naked.

  I just watched for a moment as Sandy grabbed Brad’s cock while continuing to kiss him. It was really big, and really thick. Sandy squeezed it, and the head turned purple. As they kissed, I worked her jeans off, and then mine. Now my cock was completely hard and exposed. This was the first time I was completely naked in the same room with a guy except at the gym or when I was in the army. I wasn’t sure how to feel. But as Sandy reached over and grabbed my cock, I forgot all about Brad and started to massage her clit.

  Sandy’s smooth pussy was wet, and I licked her juices from my fingers. She tasted great. When I replaced my hand, Brad’s hand was probing her pussy. We took turns kissing her. She was stroking a cock firmly with each hand. Su
ddenly she eased off the couch and knelt between us. Now she took our cocks in her mouth, alternating between them. As she stroked and sucked, my cock frequently rubbed against Brad’s. It all felt so different, yet so good.

  Then Sandy headed for the bedroom, maintaining a firm grip on our cocks. I pulled her up on the bed and moved into a 69 position. My tongue dug deep in her snatch. Her pussy tasted awesome. I was on my back stretching my neck to fuck her with my tongue. She grabbed my cock and stroked slowly. Her tongue flicked over and over the head. I had all but forgotten Brad until his cock appeared in front of my face, heading for Sandy’s pussy. She didn’t miss a beat sucking my cock while Brad’s was easing its way in her pussy, which stretched to admit all of him. I continued to suck her clit while watching his cock slide in deeper.

  As he moved in and out, she moaned louder and louder. “God, Brad, you’re so fucking big! Fuck me harder! Oh yes, harder!” she screamed. He was pounding her pussy so hard, his balls were hitting my head. Sandy was screaming wildly, and her come ran down my face.

  Brad started to spasm, and I licked Sandy’s clit more forcefully. Brad shot his load in her, so hard that come squirted out around his cock. I watched it drip down. I was so hot and horny, I needed to come really bad. I flipped Sandy over and licked her pussy clean as Brad fell next to her and sucked her nipples. I stuck my cock in her pussy and fucked her. After only a few minutes, my come was ready to erupt. I pulled my cock free and squirted a load all over Sandy’s nipples. Brad kept sucking her pussy. I collapsed next to her and kissed her passionately. I was exhausted.

  Sandy grabbed both our cocks and said, “I’m not through with you yet. I want you both in me at the same time.”

  Brad and I started to get hard again.

  “Here, let me help get you two ready,” she said, and she started sucking our cocks again, back and forth. The tight grip of her mouth felt so good. Within seconds we were both completely hard. Brad lay on his back as Sandy impaled her pussy on his huge cock, slowly took all of him in her, then leaned forward to kiss him. I leaned forward and started to lick her puckering asshole, sticking my tongue in as far as it would go and pulling out again. Then I made strokes licking the whole area. I was so excited, I didn’t care that I was licking Brad’s cock at the same time. Both of them moaned at what I was doing. They continued to kiss, and I continued to lick the entire area and rub Brad’s balls.

  I moved in behind Sandy and eased my cock in her spit-lubricated asshole, feeling Brad’s cock rub against mine through the thin membrane separating us. God, it felt great! Sandy moved around and moaned louder. Brad and I both pistoned our cocks in and out, in opposite motions, building up speed until Sandy’s body whipped from side to side and she shouted, “Come in my ass and pussy at the same time.”

  “I’m so close,” I said to Brad. “Just let me know when.”

  Brad replied, “God, I’m coming now.”

  I let my load go and felt Brad’s squirting in Sandy’s pussy. As I pulled out, I watched my come run onto Brad’s balls and mix with his. I have no desire to be with another man, but this was very hot. Sandy and I both rolled off and passed out from exhaustion.

  When we woke up, we took a shower together and discussed when we would try it again. I am still looking forward to my threesome with another woman.—T.N., East Lansing, Michigan

  A PORTRAIT OF THE PHOTOGRAPHER AS AN AWFULLY HORNY YOUNG STUD

  It was a late Saturday afternoon in April of my sophomore year in college. I was looking forward to finishing finals and then enjoying a relaxing summer break. My roommate and I lived in the last set of high-rise dorms on the campus, surrounded by parking lots and green soccer fields. Because of housing seniority, we had a long, oversize room. The sun was just starting to sparkle through the dirty window.

  My roommate had gone home for the weekend, and with the place to myself, excellent light and a couple of beers, I decided to finish up my photography final. We could choose our own subject, and I had opted for one of my favorites, the female nude. Living in coed dorms offered a wide variety of willing subjects. I picked up the phone.

  Aurora was a statue of a woman. Her curves seemed like they had been molded by a Renaissance artist, painstakingly smooth and natural, but flawless all the same—the kind of beauty that doesn’t strike you at first but reveals itself slowly with attitude and flavor. We had exchanged a few brief conversations in the hallways, and when the subject of photography came up, she showed unexpected interest. When I mentioned my project, she offered herself as a model without hesitation, even though we didn’t know each other that well. The thought of such an alluring woman was enticing, and I couldn’t let the opportunity slip by.

  The phone rang two times before she picked up and said hello.

  I took a deep breath. “Aurora?”

  Words rolled off my tongue with the touch of innocence I call my “virginity” tone, which screams ignorance of an obviously arousing situation. Aurora said she’d be there in half an hour. She knocked on the door forty-one minutes later. By then I had rearranged the room, stolen a bottle of wine from my neighbors and changed my shirt.

  When she knocked, the door swung open. She walked in, smelling sweeter than any perfume, dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, her black shoulder-length hair pulled back with a rubber band. Her dark blue eyes were outlined with thick eyeliner; her engaging lips were painted a reflective red. She had long, thin legs and a small waist, and because she wasn’t wearing a bra, the nipples on her petite breasts strained against her shirt when she moved. A bra leaves marks on the skin, so I had asked her not to wear one. Panties were optional, but by the way she crossed her legs when we talked, I knew she hadn’t worn those either.

  I grabbed the wine out of the minifridge and tried to ease my tension. The bottle was finished by the time we started. Photography can’t be rushed. You can see the comfort level of every model you shoot, and more than a few great pictures have been ruined by pressuring someone to go farther than they want to. But there is a level that photographer and model can reach where it seems every look is there, every body part in place in the frame. Wine usually expedites this, but some never reach it no matter how much they drink or how often they fuck.

  Aurora was at home in front of the camera. I set her up on the bed and let the sun’s languid fingers move slowly up her thighs and stomach. Her movements were natural, and my camera hummed. After fifteen warmup shots, she lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her beautifully rounded breasts and erect nipples. She seemed to look at me through the lens, like she was watching my eye trace the lines of her body. The thirty-sixth exposure snapped and the camera zoomed into rewind, and I told her to take a five-minute break so I could change film and lenses.

  She smiled and lit a cigarette. I went to the bathroom. When I returned, she was lying on her back, blowing smoke into the horizontal rays of sunlight. She asked if it was all right if we had company. Her friend Kimberly was bored and wanted to see what we were doing. I warned her that some people have trouble posing with other people around, but she assured me she was comfortable with Kimberly, so I agreed.

  I clicked the new lens in place and loaded the film. Aurora smiled and opened her lips slightly. I focused on her breasts and started on my second roll. Five minutes later there was knocking at the door.

  Aurora didn’t flinch. She was crawling toward the camera on her hands and knees, a seductive look in her eyes, jeans unbuttoned. But I jumped—evidence of anticipation. I opened the door for Kimberly, whom I had never met. She had almost the same beautiful five-foot-seven-inch frame Aurora had, but her breasts were larger and fuller and her hair was red and cropped, framing a clean, pretty face. Her tight dress and red heels made my throat dry.

  She apologized for intruding, but it was obvious that she wasn’t sorry. After introductions and brief small talk, she sat down and lit a cigarette. Her eyes were trained on Aurora, making the same subtle movements mine had made a few seconds before—tracing the outline of
her naked breasts down to her waist, over the curve of her ass and the angle of her crotch. Aurora stared right back at Kimberly and let her hair down. The camera hummed.

  With five exposures left on the second roll, Kimberly asked if I would consider shooting the two of them together. I took a deep breath.

  “Yes,” I managed to say, pushing the air out a small hole in my throat, just large enough to make the sound.

  Kimberly jumped off the couch and joined Aurora on the bed. They grinned and turned toward the camera. Before I could get them in frame, Aurora said they should both be topless, grabbed Kimberly’s dress from behind and pulled the straps down her shoulders. The lingering sun hit Kimberly’s breasts perfectly, putting a dark shadow between them. I shot the last five exposures, focusing on her lips and traveling down her neck to the contrast between her light skin and dark pink nipples.

  The women moved in unison over the bed, body lines crossing, hands moving over each other’s sides and back. I loaded a new roll and moved the lens over their shoulders, the camber of their necks, the draw of their eyes. Aurora lay back, put her legs high in the air and asked Kimberly to remove her jeans. They slipped effortlessly over her ass, past her thighs and calves and off her feet. Kimberly stared between her legs, then leaned in and licked Aurora’s clit.

  They went for each other like they had thirsted for the moment, their hands encircling each other’s breasts, pulling and tugging at the nipples. Aurora pulled off Kimberly’s dress, revealing smooth legs and a shaved pussy. Her unblemished skin looked like porcelain in the waning sunlight. They kissed, hands sliding over each other’s body. Aurora’s tongue skirted along Kimberly’s pussy and moved in rhythm with the click of the shutter. She looked up at Kimberly, who was arching her back toward the window and purring loudly.

  I snapped off the last couple of shots and sat down across from the women to enjoy the show, not saying a word. They stopped and stared at me.