Letters to Penthouse XXVI
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Soon the now insatiable Janet wanted more. She sucked my cock until I was good and hard again, then pulled me back on top of her. I happily slid back into her pussy and began to fuck my delightfully horny girlfriend. “I think you’ve created a monster, lover,” she said to me between gasps. “I love this!” Then she told Brent to join us so that we could come in her together.
Brent arranged himself so that she could get his dick in her mouth. She swallowed him with glee and sucked him in earnest. It was amazing: The cock in her mouth was just inches from my face. She sucked him with that voracious appetite of hers and soon he groaned that he was about to come, which set me off, too. Janet got her wish as we both filled her with our hot cream at the same time.
Brent and I spent the rest of the night pleasing Janet. The next morning, he got up and left to call his wife to tell her all about the fun he’d been having. I wanted a cup of coffee, but Janet wanted a couple more hours of sleep. I splashed some water on my face and headed downstairs for my java. I was sitting at the table when the waitress brought me a cordless house phone. It was Janet, telling me that Brent had come back for his watch and they were ready to fuck again after some heated foreplay.
I told her I’d be right there, but she insisted, “No, darling, stay there and just listen to us. Then come back up and fuck me.” I agreed (how could I not?) and listened to her sexy narrative. “He’s putting it in me now. He has such a nice dick,” she said. Then she moaned and told Brent to fuck her hard. Soon I was treated to the chorus of moans that punctuated every thrust. When I heard him announce that he was coming, I almost came myself. My dick was really hard by then, and I couldn’t wait to get upstairs and fuck my horny girlfriend. Then Janet gasped that she was going to come, too, and I heard their cries reach a crescendo as they reached their orgasms together.
As soon as she said good-bye, I signed the check and went upstairs. Brent had left, but Janet was still spread-eagled on the bed. I quickly stripped and mounted her, kissing her as I slipped into her pussy. She asked if I could taste Brent’s come on her tongue, and actually, her mouth did have a different taste.
We spent the rest of our week in the Keys enjoying the afterglow. Although we never got together with both Brent and his wife, we did agree to meet sometime back up north, and perhaps plan a vacation together. Today, Janet is a different woman, and I have Brent and the Florida Keys to thank for that.
—J.D., Hartford, Connecticut