Letters to Penthouse VI (23 page)

After removing Timothy's dick from her mouth, she rotated her head toward me and said teasingly, “Well, maybe …” It was then that I suggested we move into the kitchen.

As we headed toward the kitchen table, Timothy and I were already working feverishly on removing Kim's clothes. As her black lace bra fell to the floor, I was awestruck by the length and hardness of her beautiful brown nipples. She took it upon herself to remove her panties and lie on her back on the table as Timothy and I hastily took off our clothes.

“You can do anything you want to me,” she said as she turned her head to the side to take my engorged cock into her mouth. Timothy moved to the other end of the table and entered her abruptly, prompting a squeal of delight from our horny guest.

As Timothy fucked her, I tweaked and sucked her nipples, all the while watching her suck my cock and moan in pleasure. Timothy and I decided to switch places, so I reluctantly pulled my cock out of her mouth and plunged it into her soaked pussy.

After we fucked her for a while, I decided that we shouldn't deprive Matt and Jesse of all this fun. Besides, I knew they probably wouldn't believe the story if they didn't see it for themselves.

The three of us walked into the dorm and woke up Matt and Jesse. Kim went right to work on Jesse's dick while Matt fucked her hungry snatch from behind. Timothy and I had no trouble getting hard again as Kim had us move into place for a double handjob.

Just when we had all begun to moan in unison for a group climax, the harsh reality of our occupation fell upon us like a brick. The lights came on, and the blaring tones from the loudspeaker signaled that we had an emergency medical call to respond to.

We immediately stopped what we were doing, pulled on our coats and boots and hurried to the fire engine without so much as a word to our new friend. We just didn't have a second to spare.

We returned from the call some forty minutes later, fully expecting that Kim would have left the firehouse. But when we entered the sleeping quarters, she was lying naked on Matt's bed with her fingers deep in her pussy. She said, “You guys are my heroes. Now take off your clothes and finish fucking me.” It was a firefighter's dream come true.

After the four of us had fucked her in every way and place imaginable, including on the hose bed of the fire engine, we sent her on her merry, albeit slightly bowlegged, way.—
P.E., Boston, Massachusetts

TWENTIETH HIGH SCHOOL REUNION REUNITES SOME FRIENDS LONG LUSTED AFTER

When the invitation came in the mail for our twentieth high school reunion, my wife Alexandra and I decided to go. We thought it would be fun to see some of the old faces again. I wondered if the other women had aged as well as Alexandra had. At thirty-seven, she still has a youthful face and figure.

During the weeks before the reunion, Alexandra talked about her old friend Ken a few times. Ken had been the quarterback on the football team and was known as “The Bear.” I know Alexandra was wondering if Ken would make it to the reunion too.

I don't think my wife fucks around on me, but after a few drinks she does get pretty horny. At more than one party, I've seen guys grab her ass or a tit while dancing with her. Such a sight always turns me on, and I have often entertained thoughts of Alexandra getting it on with another man. I knew she'd had the hots for Ken once, but that was years ago. I thought that maybe, with a little coaxing from me, something would happen at the reunion.

We arrived in our hometown on Friday night. Once Alexandra unpacked, she called a girlfriend who still lived in town. After finding out where the old gang was congregating before the reunion, we went to meet up with them. Alexandra wore a short, white dress. She really looked sharp, and I knew she would get plenty of admiring looks.

When we got to the reunion, we started to mingle. Some of the women looked good, but most of them had put on weight. Alexandra and I separated for about an hour while we sought out friends we hadn't seen in a while. When I ran into her again, she was standing at the bar with Ken and Sid, another ex-football player. Both men had kept themselves in very good shape.

From the look on Alexandra's face, I could tell she'd had a lot to drink. She said, “I was just going to look for you. Ken invited us to go to his house for a drink.” I said that sounded great, and the four of us headed out.

When we arrived at his house, Ken gave us the grand tour. When we reached the patio, Ken suggested, “Let's take a dip in the hot tub.” Alexandra looked over at me, and I told her it was up to her. She said it sounded good to her. Ken and Sid stripped down to their shorts as I unzipped Alexandra's dress. She stepped out of her dress and climbed into the tub. Her nipples were rock-hard, and I could see her dark bush through her white panties. Ken said, “Wow, Allie! You look great!”

Alexandra sat next to Ken, and I sat on the other side of her. Alexandra's tits floated on the surface of the water, and I could see Ken's fingers lightly caressing her nipples. Alexandra leaned her head back and closed her eyes. I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth. Suddenly I stood up and told Sid to take my place. I sat across from them and watched intently as the two men played with my wife.

Sid lifted one of her tits out of the water and sucked on her hard nipple. After a few minutes, Alexandra's panties floated to the surface, followed by two pairs of briefs. Ken started kissing her and, by the way his arm was moving, I could tell he was fingering her cunt. Alexandra began moaning loudly, clutching Sid's head to her breast.

Ken then stood up and lifted Alexandra up onto the deck. He put her legs over his shoulders and started feasting on her cunt. Alexandra wrapped her hand around Sid's cock and started jerking him off, but he had a better idea. He moved his cock to her lips, and her tongue flicked around the head before she slid the entire thing into her mouth. I'd never seen her so horny, and I was glad I had the best seat in the house to watch the action.

It wasn't long before Alexandra's legs were quivering. She pulled her mouth away from Sid's cock to say, “Oh, God, I'm coming. Don't stop!” Her legs tightened around Ken's neck as she had her first orgasm of the night. She stuffed Sid's cock back into her mouth and sucked him dry.

Then Ken stood up straight, and his cock came into view. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Ken's cock was at least ten inches long and six inches around.

I don't think Alexandra knew what she was in for when Ken grabbed his cock and rubbed the head up and down her slit. She moaned, “Put it inside me. Please put it inside me.”

Ken started fucking her nice and slow, pulling out on each stroke until just his cockhead was inside her, then sliding it all the way back in. After a few minutes she screamed that she was coming again.

Ken picked up the pace. Soon I could see the muscles in his ass contract, and I knew he was pumping his load into her pussy. I watched in awe as trickles of bubbly white come oozed out of her hole.

Ken said, “Baby, that was great,” as he sat back down in the tub. I was sitting on the rim of the hot tub, rubbing my cock. Alexandra said, “Let me do that.” She came across the tub to me, leaned over and started sucking my cock. Sid came up behind her and slid his cock into her doggie-style. I lasted about three seconds before I shot my wad. Sid unloaded in her cunt a few seconds later.

By this time the four of us were pretty waterlogged, so we went inside to resume the action on Ken's king-size water bed. We sucked and fucked the night away. It was dawn before we finally fell asleep. I woke up around noon to find Alexandra riding Ken's cock like a cowgirl. That was the best reunion I have ever been to. Now I'm looking forward to our thirtieth reunion!—
C.K., St. Petersburg, Florida

SUNNING IN THE GREEK ISLES: HOW SWEDE IT IS!

My girlfriend Frannie is tall, blonde and beautiful. Among the many interests we share are sex and sunbathing in the nude.

Last summer we went on vacation to the Greek islands, mainly because we had heard so much about the nude beaches there. We had a wonderful time, thanks to great weather, gorgeous beaches and beautiful people. We are both pretty uninhibited, but one day Frannie really outdid herself.

We had been in the hotel lobby one evening when a group of Swedish men checked in. We later met a group of them in the bar, and they told us that they were members of a rugby team who had come there to train. They were all well-built young men in their early twenties, many of them blond and blue-eyed. Frannie was soon surrounded by an admiring group of a half dozen handsome young men, all competing for her attention. After a while I heard Frannie telling them that we had found a beautiful, secluded nude beach that was only about a twenty-minute walk from the hotel, and offering to show them where it was after they finished their workout the next morning.

The next day at about noon we set out with fifteen of the young rugby players. Frannie has been all excited the night before about seeing these young hunks nude on the beach. (And, quite frankly, so was I. I am bi and also love to see my sexy girlfriend get it on with other guys!)

When we reached the beach it was almost deserted. We walked down to one end, away from the other sunbathers. There was fierce competition among the young men to spread their towels on the sand as close to Frannie's as possible. Then we all stripped and went for a swim. I could tell that Frannie was in heaven—the only girl on the beach, with sixteen nude guys around her. It seemed that everywhere we turned there were muscular bodies, hairy legs with big thighs, well-developed pecs and, of course, cocks and balls of all shapes and sizes, which Frannie was unabashedly checking out (as was I). Some were bigger, some were smaller, but all were exciting and all were uncircumcised, as is the norm with Europeans.

We all frolicked in the ocean, and there was a lot of splashing and horseplay, especially around Frannie. I even got to grab a few handfuls of muscular butt and grope a couple of crotches (which was not unfavorably received—in fact one guy made a point of doing the same to me several times).

After a while things quieted down and I saw that one big guy had hoisted Frannie onto his shoulders. She was pretending he was a horse, spurring him on with her heels. She was bouncing up and down as though she were horseback riding, and I could tell from her erect nipples and flushed face that what she was really doing was rubbing her pussy against the back of his neck! She waved to me and winked. Then she said, “Come on, Hans, take me back to my towel!”

Hans splashed through the shallows to the beach, and we could all see that his big cock was sticking straight out from the nest of golden hair at his crotch. He carried her to her towel, then crouched down to allow her to slide off his broad shoulders. She turned to him and said, “Thanks, Hans.” Then, looking down, she continued, “My God, you are a horse! At least you're hung like a horse!”

Sinking to her knees in the sand, she kissed the foreskin-covered end of his big tool. Then, grasping the shaft in one hand, she pulled back his foreskin and wrapped her lips around his fat knob. There were some cheers and applause from the other guys as they crowded around to watch. Several of them were already sporting hard-ons, as was I.

Hans stood, muscular legs apart, the sun glistening on the golden hair covering his head and his well-developed chest, and watched my beautiful girlfriend go to town on his prick. I could see it jump and throb in her mouth as she caressed the shaft and his big, dangling balls. I was in the front row as the crowd pressed closer around them. By now everyone was in a state of sexual arousal. I could feel someone's cock throbbing against my leg. The guy on my left had casually thrown one arm across my shoulders, while his other hand idly slid his foreskin back and forth over the head of his very large, very erect tool.

Frannie continued to suck and stroke Hans while the fingers of one hand danced across her clit and probed the wetness between her legs. She lifted her mouth off him, allowing his rigid pole to slap up against his goldenhaired belly. Then she rolled back onto her beach towel, her knees spread wide so that we could all see her golden bush framing the open, pink wetness of her cunt. Hans needed no second invitation. Kneeling on the towel between her spread legs, he grasped his big tool and ran the fat, pink head up and down her slit a few times. Then, pushing forward, he was soon all the way into her, up to his balls. This elicited another cheer from the crowd.

Somebody began stroking my cock, but I was too busy watching my beautiful Frannie being fucked by this big stud to take much notice. Frannie was now thrusting up her hips to meet his, her eyes glazed over with lust and her hands caressing his muscular back. Supporting his weight on his arms, Hans started to fuck her in earnest, his hairy buttocks rising and falling as he worked his tool in and out. Before long he increased his tempo, and Frannie's breasts jiggled to and fro as she met his every thrust.

As she shrieked and thrashed through an orgasm, he threw back his head and roared while he spurted jism into her. Hans collapsed across her heaving breasts. After a moment he stood up, his dripping cock still erect. Frannie moaned as she stroked her swollen, gaping cunt with one hand. Hans's come flowed out, matting her bush. “Who's next?” she gasped.

In an instant another hunk was poised over her. This time it was one of the few dark-haired members of the group. His long, thin cock throbbed above a pair of balls that hung low in his pendulous scrotum. His well-muscled body was almost hairless except for a dark tuft above his shaft. As he mounted Frannie, she wrapped her legs around his firm little butt and thrust her cunt up to meet his every stroke.

The hand on my cock had been replaced by a warm, wet mouth. Looking down, I saw that Hans had his lips wrapped around my shaft. He glanced up at me, winked, and then went back to work on my rigid rod. One of his hands was busy at his own crotch, where his huge tool seemed to be as hard as ever. Looking around, I saw that there was a lot of indiscriminate sexual activity going on. Some of the guys were intently watching their buddy fuck Frannie while stroking their own cocks, others were lending a hand or a mouth to the pleasuring of each other.