Letters to Penthouse XXXIV

by Penthouse International

  Anyway, I gave in to the pressure and agreed to compete in the amateur strip contest. The DJ played three tunes for each contestant to dance to. The rule was that you were supposed to remain fully clothed during the first tune, but in my little red dress, that flapped open and closed above the waist as well as below as I danced around the stage, I might as well have been completely naked.

  I got as close as I could to the edge of the stage so that the men could touch me, and it was a thrill for me to have all those men pushing their way to the front, shoving money at me, squeezing my titties, licking and fingering my shaved pussy. I watched Roy the whole time, and I had never seen him happier or having more fun.

  When my dance was over, instead of putting on my dress, I draped it over my arm, stepped off the stage, and walked around talking and flirting with my fans in the audience. At one point a good-looking black man named Glen offered me $500 for a half-hour of lap dancing in a private room. Before answering him I walked over to Roy and asked him what he thought I should do.

  “Go for it,” Roy said.

  “Well, what if he wants to fuck me?” I asked.

  “Hey, babe, just have fun,” was my husband’s reply.

  I handed Roy my dress and walked back where Glen was sitting with four or five of his friends, wearing nothing but my high heels, my jewelry, and a big smile.

  Glen took me by the hand and invited his friend Phil to come along. We went into a small back room, where Glen and Phil sat side by side on a red velvet sofa, and I began dancing my little ass off to earn my $500.

  Sometime after the second tune, the two black men pulled out their cocks. Glen’s was huge, the biggest dick I had ever seen, and Phil’s wasn’t far behind. I couldn’t stop myself from kneeling and sucking on those huge monsters as best I could, moving from one to the other.

  I alternated between dancing and sucking cock for a while, getting hotter all the time. Finally I straddled Glen, rubbing his huge purple cockhead up against my sopping pussy. Once I got his big dick inside me, this guy showed me that he really knew how to fuck. Of all the men I have had—and God knows there have been plenty—I have never had anyone better. When he came, it felt as though he had shot a gallon of sperm up my cunt.

  I immediately pulled off him and climbed onto Phil’s pole. He was no slouch either. We fucked for another ten minutes before I heard my name being paged in the showroom. I French-kissed both of them and walked out of the private room with come dripping down my legs.

  The other girls had now finished their dances, and all the contestants were called back onstage so the winner could be selected. The three finalists—I was one—had to dance again, which was kind of embarrassing with a quart of come running down my leg. But I got over it, and I guess the audience did, too, because at least half a dozen of those guys had their mouths all over my twat as I danced up close to them in what turned out to be my victory set. And all the time Roy was at the very front, clapping, whistling, and cheering me on. That’s my guy!

  By the end of the night, I had won $500 in the contest, been given another $500 by Glen, and had collected almost another $400 from the other patrons. When we left I didn’t bother to put my dress back on, but walked naked out of the club and into the parking lot, with Roy still carrying my dress, and about a dozen guys following along. When we got to our convertible Roy said he couldn’t wait, and he bent me over the hood and fucked me, with at least 10 or 12 men looking on. Some of them felt me up as he fucked me, which made it all the better for both of us. After Roy came inside me we got into the convertible, with me still naked except for my high heels, and drove all the way back to our hotel with the top down at two o’clock in the morning.

  When we pulled up in front of the hotel, the head doorman and two valet parking guys scrambled to open the door for me. But the doorman insisted that I had to put my dress on before going inside. During this conversation the two valet guys felt my titties, and the doorman stuck his finger in my pussy. Finally I put on my dress and we went inside. We stopped at a craps table before going upstairs, and some of the men at the table asked me to throw the dice for them. My open red dress was a huge hit, and after half an hour I had collected another couple of hundred bucks. Altogether, not a bad night!

  I always loved driving around nude in an open car. On another occasion, on a trip to a beach resort in Puerto Rico, we spent an entire day driving from town to town in our rented convertible, with me completely naked. On several occasions Roy, who speaks just about enough Spanish to get into trouble, would stop and converse with groups of men who came up to our car and enjoyed the spectacle of the pretty naked blonde with the shaved pussy.

  On that trip there were several professional football players who were staying at the same hotel we were, along with their dates. We ended up partying with these guys most of the time we were there. In the afternoons, Roy and some of the guys would go off to play golf, and most of the women played tennis. My routine was to go down to a secluded beach with a couple of the guys who were not golfers and let them fuck my brains out. Of course, when Roy got back, I would tell him all the details, which only made him hotter and hornier. He persuaded me to wear less and less when we went out in the evening, until I was going around almost nude. He encouraged me to flirt with all the guys, and he loved watching them feel me up on the dance floor, or anyplace else. Most of our nights ended in a wild orgy.

  When we were first married and living in our singles apartment, I got heavily into playing cards, all kinds of cards, mostly with hot men. There were three or four very sexy guys who I played with on a fairly regular basis. As often as not the card game would degenerate into a game of strip poker, and since I seldom wore more than one or two articles of clothing at the best of times, I almost always ended up the loser, which usually led to me fucking and sucking at least one, but more often several of the guys. Then the word kind of got around that I was a lot of fun to play cards with, and I had all kinds of guys calling me, some of whom I didn’t even know, asking me to join their card games.

  After Roy and I graduated from school, Roy took a job in another state, and we were separated for about three months while he got settled and found us a place to live. The first night he was gone, I went to a party thrown by a girlfriend of mine who was in the cruise line business. The night wound up with a dozen guys and four or five women playing a little drinking game, a variation of “Truth or Dare,” which ended up with me fucking most of the guys. That was the beginning of three months of fuck parties that had no end.

  During that three-month period, when I did manage to get home to my apartment, I would call Roy and tell him in explicit detail about all the men I had fucked and everything that had happened since we had last talked, while he jacked off on the other end of the phone.

  On the day I left our old home to reunite with Roy, I had one of my friends load me full of come on the way to the airport. I arrived at our new home unannounced, meaning to surprise my husband, and as I approached the front door I stripped down to my high heels before ringing the doorbell. But the joke was on me. It seemed that someone had told Roy that I was on my way, and he had a dozen of our friends waiting there to surprise me! Well, when they flipped the door open what could I do but walk in naked? But it felt so natural that I just stayed nude for the entire evening.

  My welcome-home party later moved to a friend’s yacht, where we spent the next four days cruising, water skiing, and partying nude. I was in heaven. The company consisted of two other women almost as liberated as myself, seven very horny guys, and me. Not only did I get to come home to my very hot and horny husband, who had been updated regularly by telephone about my adventures, but six other equally studly and handsome guys. I spent the next four days satisfying myself, my husband, and as many of the other men as could keep it up!

  Shortly after that my friend in the cruise line business got me a job with one of the major outfits as a social director, and I spent the next two and a half years seeing the world, and
getting it off with a half a dozen horny guys in every port.

  One of my outstanding memories of that time is of a weekend stopover in Bermuda, where I spent the whole time sucking and fucking a number of the local guys. Ladies, let me tell you, the men down there have huge cocks and are great lovers, so if you are ever down there, don’t even think of not trying them out! I spent one whole day driving around the island, completely nude, with three huge, absolutely gorgeous black guys, who had the best time taking me around and showing me off to their friends. All the time we were driving around I sat in the backseat, repeatedly straddling these three fabulously hung guys and fucking their brains out.

  But as much as I loved all the exotic places and the wide variety of sexy men, being away from home so much of the time got a little tough on my marriage, so I finally quit. Of course I always shared all the details of my sexual exploits with Roy whenever I got home, and now that I was home permanently we began to get into even hotter and wilder scenes.

  Roy says that he is going to write you a letter detailing more of our incredible sex life. He loves to tell stories about the videotapes he has taken of me, usually naked, often in public places, his favorites being the ones in which I am sucking and fucking and being gang-banged by other men. Of course those are my favorites, too.

  In the meantime, ladies, don’t allow your life to slip by and leave you wondering what you have missed. As for me, I know for sure that I will never have to look back and say that I passed up an exciting sexual partner, experience, or adventure. Life is full of exciting opportunities, and I say, grab all you can!

  —C.L., Hartford, Connecticut

  Sometimes the Real Excitement Isn’t at the Party, but Afterward

  I want to tell you what happened to me after our annual office party last year. We started at half past five and by 11 were all drunk. It was all pretty tame—the usual gropes and kisses, like you have at any office party.

  I shared a cab home with a woman named Ann, who’s in her mid 30s, blonde, and very attractive. At work she always wears short skirts and low-cut tops. Every guy there wants her. She’s a real prick tease, like me (though I’m 36 and happily married, with two great kids), and we get along well.

  The cab got us to Ann’s quickly, and as I live nearby, I got out, too. She invited me in for a drink. We found her husband, Tony, in bed. (He’d stayed home to babysit the kids so she could go out.) We had more drinks and got even more drunk. We got to talking about clothes, and I said how I liked what Ann wore. She thanked me and said, “If you think my clothes are sexy, you should see my underwear.”

  I just said, “Hmm.”

  She stood up and simply dropped her skirt and lifted her top, revealing matching see-through bra and panties. Nothing was covered. She looked very sexy.

  She got another drink, then asked what my underwear was like. I said I was wearing a red Basque and stockings, and garter.

  “I’ve always wanted a Basque,” she said. “Do you mind if I see?”

  After a pause I said drunkenly, “Not at all.” I took off my dress and stood in my red Basque, garter, and stockings, and Ann took it all in. She came over to me and ran her hands gently over my silky lingerie. A shiver ran down my back.

  I looked down and saw Ann’s red fingernail against my underwear. She didn’t move her hand away. She actually slid it up to caress my breasts through the silk. I didn’t want her to stop!

  “Just how sexy are you, Nora?” she almost purred.

  “Very,” I said, putting my arms around her waist and pulling her to me. I reached for her bra strap and began to lower it. Her big boobs fell out, and I leaned down to suck her nipples. I was so blitzed, I didn’t care, but before this I had never been with a woman. It was amazing. We fell onto the couch, our arms and hands all over each other. Ann unclipped the fasteners around my crotch, then slid her fingers into me. Soon I was writhing with pleasure.

  I watched her blonde hair disappear between my legs and felt her tongue on my pussy. As she lapped away, her tongue penetrating me, I drifted into another world.

  Suddenly I heard, “Nora, this is Tony. Tony, Nora!”

  I was briefly stunned, but it all felt so good, I didn’t care. Tony came over to the couch where his wife was eating me and watched close-up. He had a huge bulge in his shorts. I just watched as he came closer and dropped his shorts, revealing a nice large cock.

  “Suck me, you sexy little minx” he said.

  I lifted my head, took him in my mouth, and started sucking. Ann kept licking my pussy while I gave her hubby head. He pulled out of my mouth and said to her, “Let me fuck her, baby.”

  Ann moved away and sat on a nearby chair, with her legs spread. She fingered her pussy as Tony climbed on top of me. He used no foreplay—or condom, for that matter. He just pushed into me and started pounding away at me.

  Ann frigged herself furiously and encouraged her husband: “Come on, Tony, she’s ready for it, give her your come, baby.”

  Tony started to shake, and I felt him throbbing inside me and then ejaculating. As he came, he said, “There, baby, take my come in your unprotected pussy.”

  I did, and I came, too.

  Tony got off me, went straight to his wife, and told her to clean him with her mouth, which she did. Then he had her crawl to me and had me spread my legs so she could eat his come from my pussy. Then he fucked her doggie-style while she ate me again. And then he fucked me again. After he came again, we had another drink.

  I got dressed and wobbled home. When I got there my husband fucked me, saying I was so fucking hot that I should go to lots more parties. He was right!

  —N.F., Ridgewood, New Jersey

  She Brings Back Tales of Seduction—And Loads for Him to Share

  There isn’t too much I enjoy more than the feel and taste of my wife’s pussy filled with another man’s come, and she has fulfilled my fantasy many times. I always find it hard not to come as soon as she touches me.

  Sometimes Hope is home in the afternoon, sometimes not until four in the morning. Either way, I can’t wait to be near her. Even if she didn’t meet up with a lover, I have her with me, which is all I really need. Still, it’s better when her pussy is filled, and each encounter has its own story.

  She’s been fucked just about everywhere you can think—in hotels, apartments, and houses; in bed, on the floor, on couches; outdoors on a blanket, in and on a car; in a men’s rest room. The list goes on and on.

  Tonight she crawled into bed having come straight from a corporate office. Between gentle sucks on my balls, she began to relate her adventure:

  I arrived at the office this evening around half past five wearing just a teddy, nylons, high heels, and a raincoat. As planned, I entered through the back door. We walked past several other offices and the boardroom before getting to his office.

  Once we were inside, he closed the door. I worked my way down to his zipper and pulled his cock from his pants. You know how I love to suck cock. I took him deep in my throat, tugging gently at his balls. He came almost instantly, apologizing for coming so quickly. I smiled and finished cleaning off his come, not wanting to miss a drop. I made my way to his desk and sat on it while he sat in his desk chair. I placed a high heel on each armrest, giving him a full view of my pussy. Without hesitation he ate my pussy, exploring wherever his tongue reached.

  After a while he felt he needed to check to make sure we were still alone. He returned in a moment, and I met him on my knees. Again I pulled his cock from his pants and got him hard.

  “You didn’t think you’d get away with just filling my mouth?” I said. “You’re going to fuck me and fill my pussy so I can go home with a nice full load.”

  I got on my hands and knees, and he slipped his cock in, fucking me doggie-style on his office floor. His balls slapped against my pussy lips. When I sensed he was about to come, I reached back and stroked the underside of his balls, which he loves, continuing until he was spent.

  We got dressed quickly
and kissed, then made our way outside, promising to do it again—only next time in the boardroom! I said that would be fun, and I would wear my fur coat—white fox, so it won’t show come stains. He smiled. I think he was getting hard again.

  That was all I could hear, and she knew it. She got on top of my cock and moved slowly up and down, stopping on occasion to make it last. Then she lay on her back, and I slid in. Within minutes I filled her up again.

  We lay there awhile, then drifted off to sleep, me realizing what a lucky man I am.

  —T.P., Chicago, Illinois

  The College Boyfriend Had Lots to Be Arrogant About—And Still Does!

  When my wife was in college, she dated a guy who was arrogant—and had every right to be! Chuck was handsome and well-built, captain of the track team and president of the most prestigious fraternity. I always enjoy hearing stories about the wild sex they had.

  Chuck had a voracious sexual appetite, and Jane says his cock was the biggest she’s ever seen—so thick, she could barely get her mouth around it, and so long, it hit the back of her pussy when they fucked, which she says gave her incredible pleasure.

  One night while Jane and I were making love, I asked if she’d like to fuck Chuck again.

  “Of course!” she said. She closed her eyes, and I knew she was fantasizing about him when she came. I knew right then that we wanted the same thing. Now, could we find Chuck and get him to join us?

  The next day I went online, and quickly found that he was living in Memphis. Jane composed an e-mail pretending to be married to a former track teammate of his, trying to organize a reunion. That way Chuck wouldn’t get in trouble if his wife read the letter. A week later an e-reply appeared in Jane’s mailbox! Chuck was cautious but interested. They began e-mailing and progressed to photo exchanges. Chuck had obviously aged well and was clearly still in terrific shape.