Letters to Penthouse XIX

by Penthouse International

  During our senior year, Betty and I took to sneaking down to the basement to fool around during lunch. In the months before graduation, this “graduated” to full-fledged fucking, as sort of eighteenth-birthday presents to each other. (When she complained what a cheap present it was, I pointed out it was the thought that counted. Then we fucked again, really thoughtfully.) We both really got off on fucking at school and knowing we could get caught.

  The day our lives changed forever started out like just another day. When lunchtime came, we made our way down to the basement. Although we got off on knowing we could get caught, we weren’t trying to, so we always went to the back of the basement. There was an old desk there, the kind a teacher would use. That was where we liked to fuck. I picked Betty up and put her on the desk, then reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. I spread her legs and shoved my cock in her tight young pussy. I gave her a good fuck and dumped my load deep inside her.

  I had just climbed off of Betty when I heard someone clapping. I turned around and saw two big men, one white and one black. They were the school janitors, and they’d been watching us the whole time. Knowing that Betty came from a strict Catholic family, and her parents would kill her if they found out what she was doing, I figured she would be begging them not to tell anyone. Was I ever wrong!

  “I’m so glad to see you fellows,” she said seductively. “I’ve been admiring those hard muscled bodies of yours for ages, but I thought you wouldn’t be interested in a ‘good girl’ like me. Now here we are all together. Wouldn’t you fellows like some hot young pussy?”

  The janitors walked over to her. They really were built very big, and she seemed tiny next to them, and very pale—even the white janitor was deeply tanned from all his outdoor work. One of them pulled her sweater off, while the other one disposed of her bra. They spent a few minutes groping her and cramming their big, callused fingers in her tight love hole. Then they whipped their cocks out. Betty’s jaw dropped when she saw what they had for her. They were both seven, maybe eight inches long and very thick.

  Betty was shaking with excitement when they picked her up and laid her facedown on the desk. She screamed with pleasure as the white janitor shoved his big bat all the way in her. It’s a good thing she was well-lubricated from our fuck session. Her erotic shouts grew even louder as the powerful man set about fucking her. The screams stopped when the black janitor nudged the head of his even bigger cock past her lips. I watched in amazement as she took that huge tool all the way down her throat, and the two hulking janitors did their mighty best to service this insatiable “innocent” little girl. I would have never believed how hot it could be to watch a girl seeing to her sexual needs.

  Within a couple of minutes, my cock was rock-hard again and Betty was coming harder than I had ever seen her come before. After a few minutes, the white guy fucking her pussy dumped his load in her. She insisted on licking him clean, then had the black guy, who’d been mouth-fucking her, take his place in her pussy. The black guy pounded her to another shuddering, screaming orgasm. Then she insisted on finishing him too in her mouth.

  When they were finished, the janitors got dressed quickly. Betty had so exhausted them that they could barely stand up. Finally she stood up and started to get dressed as well. But one of the janitors noticed my raging hard-on. He looked back at Betty and said, “You better stay right there, honey. I don’t think you’re done yet.” Was he ever right!

  They weren’t even gone before Betty had me on top of her on the desk. Come was running down her legs from her well-fucked cunt. I had never fucked a girl with another guy’s come in her, but suddenly that day I couldn’t imagine anything more exciting. And as I fucked Betty, I couldn’t believe how incredible my cock felt in her sloppy, come-drenched hole. I’m not sure I would have believed how great it felt if I hadn’t lucked into that experience.

  I had always been fairly gentle with Betty, but that day, seeing the animal passion she had drawn out of the janitors, I pulled out all the stops, the way I had always dreamed of, hard and fast, nothing mattering to me except how my cock felt in her come-filled pussy. She had another screaming orgasm before I added my load to all the come in her.

  That was our first taste of what sex could really be. From that day on, “innocent” Betty was insatiable. She wanted it hard, she wanted it fast, and she wanted it in every hole. And she would never again be satisfied with just one cock. She drained every cock in sight, and I got to watch. The combination of having strange cocks uninhibitedly use all three of her holes and having me watch always made her come harder than I would have thought possible.

  Betty went on to a prestigious university, where she was soon providing the entertainment at every party on campus. I never got to join in, but for several years we spoke on the phone at least once a week, when she filled me in on every filthy detail. The phone bills were horrendous, but worth every penny.—A.R., Memphis, Tennessee

  IT’S LIKE BIRTHDAY CANDLES, ONLY IT’S ONE STUD FOR EACH ANNIVERSARY YEAR

  My wife and I just celebrated our tenth anniversary, and we did it in the most decadent way we could think of. We rented a somewhat isolated house overlooking the sea in Jamaica.

  Susan is five feet three and a hundred fifteen pounds, and measures 36C-25-35. She has reddish-auburn hair, green eyes, a medium-size mouth with full lips, and a classic straight nose. She’s thirty-three and I’m forty. She is vivacious and adventuresome, and is particularly adventurous sexually. For the last five years, we have been members of a “lifestyles” group and have both had multiple sexual partners. She has been the more promiscuous one, based as much on my encouragement as on her own desire. Watching her with other partners really turns me on, and quite lessens my desire for others.

  For the Jamaica trip, Susan brought nothing but sexually provocative clothing: two string bikinis; thong panties; low-cut, backless and short sundresses; short shorts; tight Capri pants; low-cut halter- and bra-type tops; and lacy see-through nighties.

  We upgraded to first class for the plane trip and found ourselves the only ones in the first-class area. Susan had on a sundress that didn’t leave much to the imagination. There was a young male flight attendant left with no one to tend to except us. He immediately served us champagne, and Susan wasted no time flirting with him. The poor guy couldn’t keep his eyes off her breasts and her legs, which she had spread seductively—just enough for him to get a look at her panties. As she was wearing no bra, he could pretty much see right to her hard nipples.

  About a half hour into the flight, I pretended to fall asleep. Susan moved to the row behind us and beckoned to the flight attendant. I heard her tell him how horny she was feeling, and that all her husband could do was to go to sleep. It wasn’t long before I heard her moaning and felt the seat behind me shaking. About fifteen minutes later when I opened my eyes, Susan was sitting next to me with a glorious grin on her face. The flight attendant was nowhere to be found, until I saw him coming out of the first-class lavatory.

  I put my hand on Susan’s leg, and as I worked upward, I felt first his come and then her bare twat, quite open and relaxed. It appeared that she had given her panties to the fellow as a gift. She encouraged me to make her come again with my fingers, which I did. As I worked her over, I winked to the flight attendant, who blushed.

  Susan’s plan was to get laid by ten different guys in celebration of our tenth anniversary. Since she likes variety, she was hoping that they would be of different ages, races and physiques. What I didn’t expect was that she wanted all ten at the same time and for all ten days that we had rented the house. Over the Internet she already had made connections with six guys. On our first day out on the beach in Jamaica, we wound up next to four guys in their early twenties. That did it. She had her ten.

  She invited them all over for dinner, a simple outdoor grill—hamburgers and the like. The guys ranged in age from their early twenties to the mid-forties. There were three native black guys, a couple of Caribbean-
born Latinos, a couple of guys of Indian descent and three whites. That first night they arrived within about a half hour of one another. Susan greeted them in another short, low-cut sundress. She hadn’t bothered putting on any panties, but she had put on some expensive perfume, and considerable makeup.

  As each guy arrived she gave him a wet kiss. She had me serve drinks. When everyone was present, she said she was ready for some action and I should get the video camera. She lowered each guy’s shorts and gave each cock a lick. They could all see her bare ass and cunt. She said she wanted them sequentially, with very little foreplay. I filmed as the first guy tongued her out to get her juices going. What followed was a long, glorious gang bang, in which she came with each and every guy. They were astounded.

  We broke for dinner. Then Susan was ready for more. This time she took them in pairs or threes, moving into the bedroom. I drank and bullshitted with the guys who were waiting for their turn. All I could tell them, as they expressed their astonishment at her sexual hunger and my apparent tolerance, was that in the last year she had developed an insatiable sexual appetite, and that I still loved her deeply. She finished with her “company”—for day one, at least—about midnight. After they left, we settled into a dreamy fuck.

  Susan got her wish and had each of her men at least once each day of our stay, but not always at our place. She took advantage of the beach and various other public and private spaces, and there was lots of sex between just the two of us. But those are stories for another time.—E.N., Beaumont, Texas

  BORED WITH HER HUSBAND’S POKER GAME, SHE DECIDES TO RAISE THE ANTE

  This happened just two weeks ago, when my husband and his buddies had their bimonthly poker party at our house. This game has been a tradition for about five years. There are usually six players, including my husband. They’re mostly in their early forties, and while they’re not exactly Mel Gibsons, most of them are not bad-looking for their age.

  All the guys showed up around eight o’clock. They were pretty much the usual crew—Alex, Jack, Marty, Tommy and George. I had decided to stay up in the bedroom and watch TV. These parties usually lasted till at least two in the morning, and the boys didn’t really want women around. About ten o’clock I went down the hall to go to the bathroom, and when I passed the stairs I heard one of the men, Alex, telling Norman, my husband, how hot I was. That made me smile, but I continued down the hall. On the way back to our bedroom I heard the guys laughing, so I eavesdropped again. Norman apparently had gotten out our honeymoon pictures, which showed me in some very revealing outfits. Well, I thought, if that’s the kind of fun they want, instead of staying up here by myself I’ll go down and bother these guys as they play their silly little games.

  I went to the bedroom and put on a mini-dress I had just bought. It was very revealing, and I made it more so by neglecting to wear any panties. I headed down the back stairs which led to the kitchen, and from there I called out to them to see if they wanted any refreshments. Alex called back that he could use a beer and some nuts. I was on.

  I walked into the living room and slinked over to Alex, carrying his beer and nuts. The game stopped as all six men stared at me. I leaned over the table to give Alex his refreshments. As I did so my dress hiked up, and I saw Jack, on my other side, taking a peek at my legs and the bottom of my ass. The other guys were staring at my tits, which almost fell out onto the table.

  Finally I straightened up, turned around and went back into the kitchen. It was not long before Marty asked if I could bring him something, so I went through the same routine as before. Then Norman decided he wanted a drink. Now I figured it was time to really have some fun—though just how much fun awaited me I still had no idea.

  This time I came out with one strap off my shoulder, so that when I leaned over my tit fell out into the open, which got an “Oh my God!” from Tommy. I stood up and pulled the strap back onto my shoulder, winked at the boys and went back to the kitchen. I could hear some hushed talk among the guys, and after about five minutes Norman came into the kitchen and asked if I really wanted to show off tonight. I said yes. He asked me to go up and put on another outfit. He said he and the guys would be waiting for me in the family room.

  I ran upstairs and put on my most expensive evening gown, which is long and slit up the center. I also put on a garter belt and panties. At this point I was getting very excited and wondering how far this was going to go.

  I went downstairs and into the family room. All six guys were sitting around the room and the stereo was on. I could see their cocks straining at their pants. Norman winked at me, and I knew whatever I wanted to do was all right with him.

  I started to sway slowly to the music as I deliberately made eye contact with each of the guys in turn. Then I walked over to Marty and put one foot up on the arm of his chair. I opened up my legs and let him have a look up my dress. I then went around the room doing this for each one of them. I could see the desire in their eyes, but nobody tried to touch me.

  Finally I moved to the middle of the room, slowly unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I moved a little faster to the music, showing off my bare tits. I could see that the guys were in heaven. Finally I got down on the floor and teasingly took off my panties. I have always shaved my pussy, and now their tongues were practically hanging out as they watched me.

  I saw Norman smiling at me, and I knew there were no limits now. I crawled over to Alex, unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He gave a loud groan as I slid my mouth over it. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, sucking another man’s cock in front of my husband and his friends, but I loved the feeling. George couldn’t hold back. He sprang up, crouched down in back of me and started eating me out from behind. I ended up sucking everyone’s cock and letting them all eat me out. But I wanted more—much more!

  I still had my garter belt and stockings on, but nobody seemed to mind. I turned to Alex and told him to lie down on the floor. I mounted his cock, then asked for somebody to fuck my ass too. Marty obliged, and I had two cocks in me at once. It was awkward at first, but I soon got used to it. I went on to take all of them that way, in my ass and pussy, and then in my mouth as well. I fucked them every way I could think of for the next three hours. Finally when they were all fucked out I gave them each a kiss as they left, then headed up to take a shower.

  Wow, what a night! I could not have dreamed up some of the ways those men fucked me. I lost track of how many orgasms I had after the first fifteen or so. After my shower Norman and I went to bed, and he just held me all night long and told me he loved me and was proud of me. So I guess we’ll be having some wild poker games from now on.—H.I., Baton Rouge, Louisiana

  THIS STRIPPER LOVES HER WORK, AND DOES HER UTMOST TO MAKE EVERYBODY HAPPY

  I work as a nude dancer at one of the hottest strip clubs in Texas. I can’t tell you the name of it or even exactly where it’s at, because the story I’m going to tell you is so hot that I’d probably get the club in trouble with the cops, and would get my ass fired for sure.

  I’m five feet seven, weigh one hundred twenty-three pounds, and have a 37C-23-35 body, with natural tits. I have long, dark brown hair, green eyes, smooth skin and a great tan. I’m twenty-four years old, and I’ve been dancing in strip clubs for almost seven years.

  I’ve danced in about twenty-five different clubs in seven different states, everything from small town neighborhood topless joints to some of the finest big city gentlemen’s clubs. I’d always heard the clubs in Texas were especially hot, so I decided to give them a try. A girlfriend of mine that I’d danced with at a club in Miami called me and told me I could stay with her. She said she was working at a club that was really hot and that she knew I would love.

  The first time I went to work there, I quickly learned it would be different from any club I’d worked at before. For one thing, they allowed full-contact lap dances. I’d done lap dances before, but in this place the guys could touch you, squeeze your ass, play with your tits, suck on
your nipples—anything except touch you between the legs. Some of the girls even bent that rule and allowed guys to touch their pussies, or they would grab the guy’s cock.

  I already knew that by dry-humping the guys I could make almost all of them come in their pants. It not only turned the guys on, it turned me on too. There’s something special about the super-tight hug a guy gives you when he’s shooting in his shorts. They also usually give you a very nice tip. So I didn’t have any problems about going a little further than usual.

  I’ve been working in that club for about six months now, and I really love it. I get to be as totally nasty as I want. I make unbelievable money by getting guys off. I work as many or as few days a week as I want to. I go in when I want and leave when I want, and get as many or as few guys off as I want. I get myself off too. And the best part is that I am in control of the situation. I’m very good at what I do.

  I’ve studied what turns guys on, and I use all my knowledge to get guys to do lap dances with me. If I’m on stage dancing nude, I give the audience great views of my pussy. I’m in great shape and very flexible, so I can do a lot bends and spreads that some of the other girls can’t or won’t do. I’m not bashful at all. I mean, I’m a nude dancer, and I’m supposed to turn guys on, right? I like to stare into a guy’s eyes, give him seductive looks and try to make him feel like I’m up on that stage for him only.

  With some exceptions, I prefer to do lap dances for guys in their thirties or forties. They’re usually more interested in my dirty dances than the younger guys, and have more cash to spend. We’re not allowed to finger ourselves on stage, but sometimes I do it anyway, if it’s not really crowded. I usually pick out a couple of guys near the stage and give them a close-up view of my shaved pussy and asshole. When they tip me, I try to make them glad they did. I whisper something very sexy to them and put my tongue in their ear. They almost always ask if I’ll give them a lap dance afterward. That’s what I’m there for.