Letters to Penthouse IV (16 page)

In the mirror I watched as Mary reached down between her legs and began to pump away at her naked pussy, and in seconds I felt the strongest orgasm I had ever had. First, my pussy pumped open and shut as usual, but then the pressure rose higher and I felt my stomach muscles tense and relax, in rapid succession. My legs stiffened, my back stiffened, and my head was thrown forward, making me take in more of Bud than usual. Bud pushed toward me, his hands holding on to the headboard. As he came, he shouted so loud that I thought the neighbors might hear. Mary’s mouth didn’t stop working until I felt her shudder as she came seconds after I did.

We lay there for a while, panting, kissing and rubbing each other. When I regained my strength, I crawled between Mary’s legs and did something I had wanted to do since first seeing her. I placed my lips gently over her naked sweet cunt and began to lick deeply, sticking my tongue in and out rapidly. I could tell by her sounds that she liked it. As I was doing this, I suddenly felt Bud’s hands on my behind. He had found Mary’s “magic” lotion and was spreading it over my little dark hole. This made me move my tongue even faster, which drove Mary crazy with pleasure. I felt the head of Bud’s large cock at my anus and tried to relax while he thrust himself deep into my ass.

After about twenty thrusts, I reached down between my legs, grabbed my clit and began to pull and tug. The sensation of Mary’s cunt in my mouth and Bud’s cock filling my rectum was mind-blowing and I soon had another incredible orgasm. Afterwards, Bud told me that when I came, my asshole got so tight that he’d thought he’d be locked inside forever.

We placed Mary between us, covered ourselves with a sheet, and fell happily asleep. Hours later, I awoke with a gnawing sensation of hunger. Pot does that to me. I quietly got out of bed, trying not to disturb Bud and Mary, and went into the kitchen to fix us some snacks. I cut up apples and cheese and opened a box of sesame crackers, arranging them on a tray as if I did this sort of thing every day—entertain a woman lover along with my husband of eighteen years.

I woke them up and while we sat and ate, Mary told us that she had been divorced for over a year and hadn’t had sex during that whole time. She’d tried going to singles places but then had been intimidated either by her size (she’s six feet tall) or by her looks. That was the first time I realized that being beautiful could be a hindrance. She said she’d decided to sell Avon products in order to meet her new neighbors and that she had been attracted to us immediately, finding our house and the way we lived very enviable. “Besides,” she added with a sexy leer, “you and Bud really turned me on!”

With that she reached across to Bud, and began stroking his cock, which jumped to life again. I stared with strange fascination as I watched her make love to my favorite tool. I didn’t feel jealous at all; in fact, it turned me on. I took the tray off the bed, sat down in the easy chair and watched as Mary and Bud fondled each other, using their hands and their tongues. I had never seen another couple make love, except in X-rated films. I could see Bud and Mary from all angles because of the mirror, and it was fantastic.

First, they deep-tongued each other, their hands moving all over. Then they got into a 69 position and, after a few minutes of this, Bud looked up and said to me, “Lady, from now on you’re going to shave!” Of course, I knew what he was tasting because I had been there before, and I knew what he meant. Having it bare like that, all exposed and vulnerable, was thrilling.

By his groaning, I knew Bud was ready to fuck. He maneuvered Mary under him and she wrapped her long legs over his shoulders. He held her by her buttocks. When he entered her, she gasped and kept screaming, “Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” (I don’t call Bud “Mr. Fat Dick” for nothing.) Then an idea struck me. I ran for some more of Mary’s “magic” cream and rubbed it on my hands. I carefully climbed onto the bed and rubbed some of the cream on both Bud’s and Mary’s assholes, making them jump with delight. Then I slowly inserted a finger into each of their holes. Now, let me tell you, they really started squirming and jumping, but the more they moved, the deeper my fingers went. My heart pounded as I watched the finger of my left hand disappear into Bud’s ass, then the finger of my right into Mary’s.

I could feel Bud’s orgasm begin because of the pulsating in his rectum, but I wasn’t prepared for what I felt in Mary. It was like my finger were being chewed off! Her muscles grabbed, let go, grabbed, let go. First Bud exploded, then Mary, and we all started shouting together. Suddenly, Mary’s legs stiffened and she straightened them on either side of Bud’s head, catching him in an orgasmic headlock. I watched as her eyes rolled and her mouth worked in what looked like painful contortions. Seconds later, it was over. They fell apart from each other, covered with sweat, totally exhausted.

Needless to say, Mary never finished her rounds. In fact, she stayed the weekend. We wound up in all imaginable and unimaginable positions, and we counted at least fifty orgasms among us. We promised each other that this relationship wouldn’t end and have even planned a week away at a cabin. I’ve shaved, too, and I’ve purchased a lifetime supply of that cream.—
Name and address withheld

LONELY GAY MAKES A FRIEND

Having come out of the closet, so to speak, I would like to share a recent experience of mine at a small, male-dominated western college. Since I am gay and most of the other guys are straight, I was feeling very lonely as I watched the girlfriends of fellow students come and go. I was feeling isolated and rejected, and I was seriously considering going elsewhere to fulfill my sexual needs. That is, until I met Arthur.

We met at a school party where I was doing my best to act straight amongst the guys. Then Arthur walked in. He seemed to be acting very freely, and was soon drinking and talking with some of the other students. I worked my way over to him, and we were soon engaged in a conversation about school life. As we talked, I realized that he was like me in many respects, and I had a deep yearning to get to know him better. He must have sensed something because he soon asked if I wanted to go to his room for a few brews. I almost creamed in my pants at the suggestion, and immediately said yes.

When, we arrived at his room, he opened a couple of beers and calmly asked if I was gay. My immediate reaction was very defensive. When he said that he was gay, however, the ice seemed to break. I explained that indeed I was gay, and that I was feeling very lonely—and horny—because I could not find anyone else in the same predicament. He told me that he felt the same way and he had been overwhelmed with joy, when he had noticed the bulge in my pants at the party.

After what seemed an eternity, he began to rub my back and play with my crotch. I was getting very aroused, and before I could say “Let’s fuck,” we were tearing each other’s clothes off. He then placed me on my stomach and thrust his six-inch cock deep into my waiting anus. I bucked to meet him, and almost immediately I could feel his warm come filling my insides. He collapsed on the bed and I mounted him, shoving my small-but-adequate five inches into his asshole. I felt like I was going to explode as I pumped and quickly shot gallons of my jism into him. Finally, I was relieved of my horniness!

We eventually settled down to more sensual play that night, and we continued sucking, fucking, and playing until dawn. I left his room feeling very happy and content, knowing that I had at last found a “friend” in a very straight school.

Although we don’t love each other, Arthur and I have continued our loving relationship. I now feel more at ease with my fellow students, for I am no longer merely a frustrated onlooker. And I know that the two years I have until graduation will be filled with pleasure and contentment.—
Name and address withheld

HE DIDN’T MAKE THE TEAM––BUT HE DID MAKE THE QUARTERBACK

I’m a junior in high school and just moved to Philly from the Midwest.

Last school year (my sophomore year) was so exciting. The first kid in school I got to know was a fellow named Joe, the star quarterback of our football team, and everyone knew him. By the end of the first semester we were best friends. We hung out together with his crowd.

One night we were at a party when Joe asked me whether I wanted to leave because I looked bored. I said I’d like to, and we drove to his house. All the lights were out, and I asked where everyone was, and he said, “Down at the shore.”

After we were inside, he asked me to call my parents and tell them I was staying the night because in the morning we were going to go to the shore, too.

We went up to his bedroom and listened to records and drank sloe gin. He gave me a pair of pajamas to wear. Later that evening he asked to comb my hair. I thought that he was drunk and jokingly agreed. “Get up here on the bed, between my legs,” he said. I did. About a half hour later he was still combing my hair. Suddenly he stopped and got off the bed and knelt in front of me. He said he wanted to talk seriously. I said, “All right.”

He went on, “Your answer doesn’t have to be yes, and don’t let me pressure you into anything. I will understand if you say no.” There was a long silence.

“Would you have sex with me? I’ve always wanted to try it. And since I met you, I’ve had a special feeling for you. I think you’re very attractive, and we’re close friends. If it doesn’t work out, we could still be friends.”

I’m not gay, and at first I was hesitant, but when Joe’s big masculine hands went to work, I couldn’t resist.

He rubbed my chest and then stopped. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No,” I answered.

He undressed. I stared at him. He had a very handsome face and was clean shaven, with an extremely hairy chest for a seventeen-year-old. His arms and legs were hairy, and he had a lot of pubic hair. His cock had to have been at least ten inches. All these features on a very muscular body. I couldn’t stand it.

He walked to the bed, unbuttoned my pajama shirt, and took it off. Then he pulled down my pajama pants and threw them on the floor. He stared at my dick as it began to extend to a full eight inches. He brought his face down between my legs and gave me the best blow job I’ve ever known. After I came, he sat beside me. He reached over to the night table and got some Vaseline. He began to grease my cock up. Then he knelt on the bed and told me to stick my dick up his ass. Slowly I entered him. It was so tight, and it felt great. I started pumping my jism in his hole as soon as he began groaning. I went to the bathroom to clean myself off. When I returned, Joe asked me to grease up. Gladly I greased my hand and started to jerk him off. Then I knelt on the bed, Joe kneeling behind me. He told me to lower myself slowly on him. I was scared but soon relaxed when I felt his cockhead touch my hole. When he got his whole ten inches in there, he bucked and rammed and in no time he spilled his load. He cleaned off, and when he came back, it was still hard. After he got in bed, with no word said, I sucked his cock. I wanted it so bad. I sucked the head, then deep-throated him, and then swallowed his come.

I was exhausted and lay on the bed. He got in next to me and rolled on top of me and started to kiss me full on the lips, and we began Frenching. His lips were so soft. I just gave in and began kissing him. Joe and I converted from that experience on, and the two of us often have sex with some of the other guys at school.

If you have the urge for gay sex, try it with a friend. If it doesn’t work out, you can still be friends, and if it does, you get double pleasure.—
O.R., Philadelphia, Penna.

LEAVES WIFE, RUNS OFF WITH BEST FRIEND—HIS

Boy, am I surprised! I have been reading
Penthouse Letters
regularly and never thought that I would have anything of importance to write to you.

I’m a six-foot-two-inch stud. Most people say, because of my blond sun-bleached hair, that I look like Robert Redford. I am happy with my eight-inch cock and firm build.

Brad, my best friend, and I are both twenty-four. We lived next door to one another as kids, and we later went off to a swanky college together. We were always roommates, so I had seen Brad’s beautiful body mature into that of a man. He has one of the largest cocks I’ve ever seen in any shower room. It’s nearly ten inches long and bigger around than my wrist. Brad stands five-foot-ten, with a firm swimmer’s body, jet-black hair—which he still wears long—and flashing green eyes. He has no hair on his body except around his cock. His smile could warm the coldest heart.

In college and up until I married thirteen months ago, Brad and I got more pussy than should be allowed by law. We were the college jocks and willing women were everywhere—shit, we are both handsome and frankly aware of it. As kids, we used to jack off together—but he always stayed in his bed and I remained in mine. I would hug him good-bye when he left to go home for a visit without me, but that’s as close as we ever came to affectionate displays for one another—other than playing around in the showers, when we would pop wet towels on each other’s ass.

We did meet some gay guys in high school and college. Some of them became our friends, yet nothing sexual ever happened with them and us.

When I married Nancy Ann, a beautiful doll with jet-black hair like Brad’s, he was my best man. Her family provided one of the largest weddings ever seen in the state. Nancy Ann had sixteen bridesmaids, and over two thousand people attended the ceremony and reception. The first ten months of married life were super great. Nancy Ann and I often fucked and sucked each other off three times a day during those first wonderful months. I suppose that it’s pointless to say that Brad was at our penthouse (paid for by Nancy Ann’s parents) at least six days a week. When Brad had a date, the four of us would go out on the town—and this occurred at least twice a week. After a while, Nancy Ann started getting on my ass about Brad being around so much. She started screaming at me, “You’re gay! You’re in love with Brad!” I slapped her around once for calling Brad “queer.” As a result, my marital sex life became nothing. I was so pissed off at the way Nancy Ann was treating Brad that I just couldn’t have cared less about making it with her.