Letters to Penthouse IV (2 page)

DOCTORS TEAM UP TO CURE NURSE’S ITCH

I am a nurse in the gynecology section of a large metropolitan hospital in the South. My duty shift lasts from eleven at night to seven in the morning. During these quiet hours, I’ve often wondered what it would be like to have a sexual encounter with a gynecologist. I’ve worked with many of them, of course, and these doctors certainly seemed to know everything about the female anatomy.

One night, my fantasy came true, and it was even better than I’d thought. It began about midnight. As I was charting my patients’ vital signs, I noticed one of the resident doctors in the nurses’ station, gazing at my legs. I pretended not to see him, but turned a little to afford him a fuller view of my shapely legs and crotch. I could tell by the bulge in his scrub pants that he was interested. Soon, an intern walked over to him, and the doctors conversed in a whisper. They began to kid me about how “such a nice looking” nurse got such an odd shift to work. Then one of the doctors asked if I had ever experienced nitrous oxide (laughing gas). When I said I hadn’t, they did not have to do much convincing before the three of us had slipped upstairs to a quiet delivery room and I was lying on an operating room table, breathing a mixture of nitrous oxide and pure oxygen.

I was feeling great when one of the doctors suggested that my legs should be in the stirrups and my hands strapped out to the sides, so I would not fall off the table. As my legs were placed in the stirrups, my skirt rose above my thighs. Four eager hands were then undressing me. As my mind began to clear, I felt my white panty hose being removed; then the zipper and buttons on my dress were undone. Soon I was wearing only bra and panties. At this point, the mask was placed back over my nose and I felt great again after several breaths. Since my arms were bound to the table, it was difficult for the two men to remove my bra, although they had no difficulty with my panties, which were already soaked with my juices. They cut away my bra with surgical scissors. I was really getting hot and high at the same time.

Completely nude and helpless, I felt shaving cream being smeared over my pubic area. Then I was being carefully shaved by the intern, and the resident was sucking my nipples. When the shave was complete, the resident came around to stand between my widespread legs and ordered the intern to the head of the table to continue administering the gas. I could feel the resident’s hands spread my labia and pull the clitoral hood out of the way of my now protruding clitoris. The juices from my cunt ran down my buttocks and onto the floor as the resident mouthed my clitoris—sucking, tonguing, and chewing for what seemed like hours. He licked up and down my cunt lips and around my clitoris until I was begging him to fuck me.

Finally, the resident dropped his scrub pants and unceremoniously began to ram into me again and again with his throbbing penis. Just as I was about to come, he removed his penis from my vagina and greased my anus with some Vaseline. He then began to ram his big thick rod into my ass. The intern, meanwhile, had shed his scrub clothes, climbed on top of me, and shoved his stiff cock into my mouth as he went down on me in a 69 position and the resident continued to fuck my ass. The fantastic feeling I had is indescribable—the nitrous, the cock in my mouth, the one in my ass, and my cunt being devoured in new and inventive ways!

Believe it or not, we all came simultaneously, which left me with come in my mouth and my rectum, and with me screaming in ecstasy. As the two doctors laughingly told me later, I made so much noise when I screamed that they became afraid of being discovered, and so they gave me one-hundred-percent oxygen, woke me up, and handed me some scrub clothes to put on (my uniform was in shreds). Later, when I was back at my station, I explained to the other nurses that my uniform had been soiled by a very sick patient. I got away with it—and I’d learned that gynecologists really do know their territory, just as I’d suspected.—
Name and address withheld

FRIENDS THAT ORGY TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER

During my first week back home from college last spring, my best friend threw a big party. As the party progressed, a group of eight of us was getting along particularly well, and we all agreed to stay after the party broke up.

By one-thirty in the morning, everyone else had left, and the eight of us sat down and talked about how amazing it was that we had become so close in just one evening, particularly since many of us had been complete strangers when the party began. The group consisted of myself, my two best friends from high school, John and Butch; a friend of John’s, named Stephen; an ex-girlfriend of mine from high school, named Julie; Julie’s friend Laura; and two girls who went to college with John, named Cindy and Heidi. I would say that all four of us guys would be considered good looking, and the four girls were definitely foxy.

Well, someone suggested we play truth-or-dare, and we all thought that it sounded like fun. The questions started off pretty tame, but when someone asked me who in the room I would most like to kiss, I said I would show them rather than tell them. Then I walked over to my old girlfriend, Julie, and pushed her down on her back. Before she could react, I lay on top of her and gave her the French kiss that I’d been longing to give her during the whole year I’d been away at college.

About half an hour after this, our game degenerated into a discussion of sex.

After a while, I guess, we all got horny from the discussion, and we were all definitely drunk, so when Butch suggested that the eight of us could probably pair off into twosomes that would be acceptable to everyone, we agreed to give it a try. To avoid hurting anyone’s feelings, we agreed that the four guys would each write down the names of their first two choices, and after comparing them to be sure that each girl was chosen at least once, we would give the list to the girls, who would then go and make the final selections.

I chose Julie, whom I had never slept with, despite eight months of going together, and I named Heidi as my second choice.

After about ten minutes, the girls came back and said that they had made their selections. Before telling us who the pairs would be, however, they wanted to play strip poker. Naturally, we guys thought that was a great idea.

Let me tell you, seeing those four beautiful women slowly undressing as the game progressed, and not knowing which one I would soon be making love to, was one of the most exciting experiences I have ever had. Before long, Laura, Cindy and Heidi were gloriously naked, as were Stephen and John. Julie, Butch and I were down to our undergarments. Butch lost the next hand, and as soon as he removed his jockey shorts, Heidi crawled across the circle and began kissing and caressing him.

Although the original plan called for each couple to go to a separate room, that idea was quickly forgotten. Julie pulled off her panties, then nearly tore off my boxers, and suddenly I lost track of what everyone else was doing.

She and I immediately went to a 69 position, and the sweet taste of Julie’s pussy nearly drove me crazy, as did the skillful work of her mouth. I shot my first wad in about a minute, but I kept sucking and nibbling on Julie’s love box until she was screaming in ecstasy. By now, I was hard again. Julie quickly climbed on top of me, and we fucked together for the first time. Before I could come again, though, she climbed off and Heidi climbed on. Then Julie sat on my face. Although this obscured my view of Heidi’s large and totally tanned tits, I didn’t complain.

Soon the whole scene turned into a huge orgy, and I began losing track of just whom I was fucking, sucking, or being sucked by. I do remember that Cindy had the tightest little cunt I’d ever had the pleasure to enter, and that I was extremely surprised to find that Laura, who had seemed like such a shy girl, was multiorgasmic.

The most pleasurable experience of the night for me was being expertly deep-throated by Heidi, whose shaved pussy was the sweetest I have tasted. And Cindy was definitely the most energetic lover I’ve ever had, bouncing up and down on me like a jackhammer, with someone else’s come smeared all over her jiggling breasts.

There is, however, one sad aspect to this episode. I’m convinced that my friend, John, is losing his mind. I say this because he actually took a ten-minute break from the action to shoot two rolls of color slides of us, individually, in pairs, and as a group, from every angle, performing every imaginable act. Of course, I may change my mind about his insanity after I see the slides.—
Name and address withheld

GAIL, DONNA AND JOE TEACH HARRY TO GET DOWN

My name is Harry. I never read your magazine until my present wife asked me to. Once I began reading the letters you publish, I got hooked on them. So I thought I would jot a few lines about what happened to me between marriages.

After I received the final judgment on my former marriage, I was invited to join a well-known club so I could meet people and try to get rid of my blues. After a few nights at the club, I got to know Gail, one of the waitresses, and asked her for a date. We met the next evening and went to an X-rated movie, then to her apartment for the night. And this was where I learned more about sex than I ever had before.

When we arrived at Gail’s apartment, we had a few drinks. She lit up a joint and asked if I wanted to smoke it with her. Since I’d never used the stuff, I refused. I just took another drink. Then she went in to shower, saying that she was hot from having seen the movie earlier. When she returned, she practically attacked me and said she wanted to “get it on.” We started French kissing and she began rubbing my cock through my pants. Then she wanted me to take a shower. I didn’t want to, but I did anyway.

When I came out of the shower, Gail was lying on the rug. Her legs were spread apart and she was playing with her pussy and pulling her nipples. She just looked at me and said, “Eat me out!” I had to admit to her that I had never done that before, but she just laughed and said that she would coach me. Well, I was scared at first and my stomach turned over several times before I got up to her pussy and started licking and sucking on it. God, that first taste of cunt juice tasted good! She kept telling me what to do next, and after about a half hour of this, I shot my wad all over the rug. When she saw that, she told me to turn around so she could suck my cock hard again. Well, after she’d been giving me head for about fifteen minutes, the damn doorbell rang.

Gail went to answer the door in her birthday suit. I was grabbing for my pants when two of her friends, a girl and a guy, walked in. To my surprise, Gail immediately told them about my never having eaten pussy before. They got a big charge out of hearing this. Then she introduced me to her friends. Their names were Joe and Donna. Gail lit another joint and they passed it among them. After a few drags, Donna suggested that I eat Gail’s pussy again. She said that she had done it many times and that she would get down and show me the most sensitive areas of Gail’s pussy.

Well, for a while, Donna and I were both tonguing Gail’s pussy. Donna was a good teacher, too. But then, Joe began to eat her pussy and she rolled over and began to play with my cock and Joe’s at the same time. Then Joe turned around so Gail could suck his cock and Donna went down on me. I came first and it was a while longer before Joe shot his wad. The two girls French kissed with our sperm in their mouths and, while they were kissing, some of it started to run out of their mouths. Joe got up there and began to lick up the overflow. When I saw this, I felt a little sick. I just closed my eyes and kept eating Gail’s pussy.

Later on, Joe wanted me to suck his cock. I refused and said that pussy-eating is as close as I’ll get to sucking cock. Then he wanted to suck mine and I told him, “No way.” I spent the whole weekend with them, sucking pussy and fucking. It was a weekend that I’ll never forget.

Gail, Donna, Joe and myself spent several other wild weekends together after that, and sometimes there were more participants than just the four of us. But I never ate anyone’s pussy but Gail’s and Donna’s, because I knew that they would coach me if I went at it wrong.

Gail also used to drive over to my apartment some nights and, once in a while, Donna would come with her. I often found them eating one another out when I walked in from work. Once when they were there, my ex-wife dropped in unexpectedly. They really got on her. When Gail asked her if she would like to have her cunt eaten, my ex-wife departed at a full run. She never did come back to my apartment without calling first.

Well, I don’t know what’s happened to Gail, but if she reads this, it will ring a bell for her and she’ll know that what she taught me has really changed my outlook on sex.—
Name and address withheld

HORNY COED ENJOYS GANG SEX WITH FRAT PACK

I am a student at a small college. I don’t claim to be a model, but I feel I am good-looking and have an admirable body. A month ago, I broke up with my boyfriend of five years, with whom I had a fairly active sex life. He was the first person I ever had any sexual relationship with.

Last weekend, I was sitting in the dorm, feeling lonesome and horny. I noticed a sign on the bulletin board, announcing a fraternity party, and I decided to go.

When I got to the frat house, it was so crowded that I figured I would only stay long enough to have a beer. When I wandered down to the basement there were about ten guys standing around playing a drinking game. One of them asked if I wanted to join in. When I declined, he quit the game to talk to me.

After about an hour of talking and beer drinking, I began to feel a bit loose. At their repeated invitation, I joined the guys in playing their drinking game, which they called “buzz.” It went on awhile and we were all quite drunk when I realized I was the only girl still at the party—along with nearly a dozen horny studs. I said I should get going, but they asked me not to, suggesting that we play just a little longer. I was hesitant, but since each of those guys was kind of cute, I figured that if I stayed, the worst I could do would be to wind up with a cute date for the rest of the night.