Letters to Penthouse XIV (5 page)

I’m not sure what it was that made me turn my head, but when I did there was a state patrol officer standing at the window with his huge dick in his hand, stroking himself. I was a little startled but not panicked, and I calmly told Josie that we had an audience. When he realized that we had seen him, he opened the door and asked us what we were doing. Josie laughed and asked him what it looked like. He laughed too, then asked if we minded if he watched. “No,” I told him. “But wouldn’t it be more fun if you joined in?”

I thought he was going to come just at the thought of it. He went around to the side door of the van and we let him in. We told him our names, and he said his name was Phil. Josie and I started eating each other out while he took off all his clothes.

He seemed unsure of what to do then, so he just started stroking himself again as he watched us. We stopped sucking each other and asked him what he wanted to do. He didn’t answer, but he started to caress our breasts. He seemed a little shy, so I climbed on top of him and took his dick inside me. He must have been at least eight inches long. I had never had a dick so big before, and it felt so good! But he was so excited that it only took a couple of pumps before he blew his wad.

We were kind of disappointed, but Phil said that he could get hard again and last longer the next time. We each stroked him, licking his dick and sucking on his balls, and after a few minutes he was ready again. I wanted to feel more of that dick, so I climbed on board again. He put his hands on my waist pulling me further and further down on his cock. When he saw that I was going to come, he stuck his finger in my ass, which made me start yelling for him to fuck me harder. He ground himself so hard into my pussy that his dick felt like a vibrator that couldn’t turn off. I came like a wild woman.

Josie had gotten really hot from watching us, and now she bent over and begged Phil to fuck her doggie-style. As he did she asked me if I would lick her clit while he fucked her. She tasted so good, and she even managed to finger-fuck me at the same time. The two of them fucked in a couple more positions, and he finally came after she sucked him off.

I ate Josie’s beautiful pussy until she came, then put one end of the dildo in her pussy and the other in her ass, and pumped her until she came again.

Phil was ready again, and he was just about to fuck me in the ass when his radio went off. It was his patrol station, asking where he was. We all started laughing. Phil told us he had to go, but that this had been the best day of his life. He gave us his phone number and said we could call him anytime, and then he left.

We headed back home, and now we are definitely looking forward to our next business trip.—
S.V., Austin, Texas

HE MANAGES TO TURN A DISASTROUS DOUBLE DATE INTO A TORRID THREEWAY

One July night last summer I experienced a disastrous double date, which turned into a very enjoyable threeway. My friend Phil and I had arranged to meet our dates at a local country-western bar. When we got there it appeared that the girls had already consumed quite a few drinks before we arrived. As a matter of fact my date, Dotty, had become quite friendly with some other guy she had met earlier in the evening. Within half an hour of our arrival, she blew me off and left with her new male acquaintance.

Phil and his date, Julie, were having a great time, and I seemed to be out of luck. I tried unsuccessfully to get friendly with several unattached girls at the bar, but finally pretty much resigned myself to a lonely night. Julie started feeling sorry for me, and asked me if I wanted to dance. Phil didn’t mind, so she and I hit the floor for a couple of fast dances, and then a slow one. I began to think that it would really be cool if Phil and I could double-team this girl, but I was reluctant to make any obvious overtures, because I didn’t know how she or Phil would react.

Finally the three of us left for Phil’s house, where I had left my car. During the ride Julie kept telling me what a great dancer I was, and how she couldn’t believe that Dotty had jilted such a good-looking guy. She was pretty drunk, and I didn’t know if she was just trying to make me feel better or if she was serious.

Taking a chance, I remarked that if she really felt that way, maybe she would let me join her and Phil for some three-way action. Julie said she didn’t know about that, because she had never done it with two guys before. Phil offered no opinion at all. I brought up the possibility several other times during the ride, but she remained noncommittal and Phil neither rejected nor supported the suggestion.

When we got to Phil’s house, he asked me if I wanted to come in for a drink, and I accepted. Once inside the house, Phil asked me to help him fix the drinks in the kitchen while Julie waited in the living room. While we were fixing the drinks Phil told me that he would find an excuse to leave Julie and me alone for about ten minutes, so I could try to talk her into letting me join them in bed. If I couldn’t, he said, I should take off and leave them alone so they could get down to some serious action.

Phil excused himself to go upstairs and straighten up the bedroom, and Julie and I enjoyed our drinks while I continued to try to convince her that she would really enjoy having sex with two guys. I told her that if she became uncomfortable at any time all she had to do was let me know, and I would leave. When Phil called down and told her to come on upstairs, she smiled at me and invited me to go up with her.

In the bedroom, things progressed rather quickly. When the three of us had removed all our clothing and got into bed, Julie took turns French-kissing us while Phil and I got busy squeezing her tits, playing with her nipples and fingering her pretty blonde pussy. When Phil started sucking one nipple while I sucked the other, her moans of pleasure let me know that I was not going to be asked to leave. Phil left me to enjoy her rather small tits with their perky little nipples, while he kissed his way down her body toward her pussy, which was covered with a nice little tuft of light blonde pubic hair. When her whole body suddenly jerked, I knew that his tongue had found her clit.

Before I knew it I was kneeling next to Julie’s head, sliding my hard cock in and out of her wet, warm mouth while Phil continued to tongue-lash her pussy. Each time I slid my cock into her mouth she took a little more, until finally her nose was nesting in my pubic hair and the head of my dick was actually in her throat. She continued to take me into her throat until I knew that it would not be long before I let loose with a load of come. I could tell from the way she was hunching Phil’s tongue that she was about to have an orgasm of her own. I told her that I was ready to come, and she deep-throated me one more time before I blasted a massive load of jism into her waiting mouth. She was still gulping it down when Phil’s tongue took her over the edge, and she began to shake all over. My cock slid from her mouth, trailing a ribbon of come that she hadn’t managed to swallow. It was a real turn-on, seeing my cock dangling in front of her face, with that small stream of come dripping into her mouth as she orgasmed.

After we had recovered somewhat, Phil asked if I would mind leaving them alone so they could get into some serious one-on-one fucking. Julie started sucking Phil’s dick while I put on my clothes. As I was leaving the room, Phil was sliding a condom onto his cock as Julie spread her legs in anticipation of the fucking she was about to get.

Because of our work schedules, I was not able to talk to Phil about our adventure until almost two weeks later. When I did, he informed me that we were lucky to have had that experience when we did, because several days afterward, Julie had decided to get back together with her ex-husband, so the opportunity would never come again.—
B.V., Allentown, Pennsylvania

HER CHRISTMAS PRESENT WAS ANOTHER MAN, BUT SHE NEVER GOT TO SEE HIM

Rob, my husband of fourteen years, has always had a fantasy about sharing me with another man. I have to admit that since, until recently, he was the only man I’d have ever had, the idea turned me on as well. We had numerous sexual sessions during which we fantasized that four hands were caressing my body, or that another tongue was licking my pussy. All I had to do while he was fucking me was to whisper in his ear that I was sucking on another man’s cock, and it would be enough to finish him off.

The problem is that every time we spoke about actually going through with it, we both got a little nervous and decided it was just a fantasy.

Last Christmas Rob booked us a romantic winter weekend at a luxury hotel. When we had checked in and gone up to our beautiful room, he said he had forgotten his cell phone in the car, and asked me to go down with him to get it. As we waited for the valet to get the phone, he suggested that I walk around the shops in the hotel and meet him in twenty minutes. I was a little puzzled, but it was obvious that he had some sort of plan, so I did as he asked. When I met him back in the lobby, he handed me an envelope and told me to take it up to the room and read it. I gave him a suspicious look, but played along.

I opened the envelope in the elevator. Inside was a piece of beautiful bond paper with a message neatly typed. It read:

“Welcome to the beginning of your dream weekend. The next few hours, I hope, will excite and thrill you beyond your wildest dreams. There will be a series of numbered packages inside the hotel room. Each of them will contain directions that are to be followed explicitly. Do not open anything without being directed to do so. When you are ready, open Number One and follow the directions inside.”

I cautiously entered the room and saw a series of small numbered packages on the bed. I opened the first one. It contained some bath salts, and another message, which read:

“Take the enclosed bath salts, and your toiletries and makeup, and your wristwatch, into the bathroom. Make sure that one of the hotel bathrobes is inside the bathroom. Draw a hot bath and add the bath salts. When the bath is running, and you have completely disrobed, open Number Two.”

The bath salts were my favorite fragrance. I started the bath and opened the second package. Inside was an aromatic candle and another note.

“By now the bath is running with the wonderful smell of your favorite fragrance in the air. Light this candle to help set the mood in the bathroom. Also, place your wristwatch nearby, and then open Number Four. Know that I will be dreaming of your soft skin soaking in the warm, scent-filled water, and that my longing to be with you will be growing by the minute.”

I wondered why he had skipped Number Three. I found out later that it was only a test. Had I opened it I would have found a note rebuking me for not obeying instructions. However, I opened Number Four, in which was a copy of
Penthouse Letters
, along with the expected note.

“Take this magazine and enter the bath. Do not open any other packages until your bath is complete. Relax, enjoy your soak, read your magazine and dream of all the possibilities that might follow. After thirty minutes, wash your hair and get out of the tub. Once you have dried off and put on the robe, open Number Five.”

I settled into the warm bath and opened the magazine. Rob had folded over a particular page, obviously to draw my attention. On it was a letter that described a threesome with two guys and a woman. It was really hot. I read it and stroked my pussy. I wanted desperately to come, but I also wanted to save it for Rob. Or whatever. I couldn’t help wondering—he couldn’t be planning an actual threesome, could he? My heart raced. I finished my bath, dried off and opened Number Five, to find a bottle of my favorite lotion. The note read:

“I am dreaming of how sweet your skin smells after your bath. Apply this lotion liberally to all those areas that I will want to explore. Then prepare yourself for the rest of your evening. Put on the robe, but do not leave the bathroom until you have applied your makeup and dried your hair. Then, when you are ready to get dressed, leave the bathroom and open Number Six.”

When I was ready I sat on the bed and opened Number Six. A pair of sheer black stockings.

“You know what stockings do to me!” the note read. “I am dreaming of how hot you will look when they are on. I only wish I were there to slide them slowly up your thighs. Put them on and then open Number Seven.”

Number Seven was a black lace garter belt. “The only thing that can make stockings hotter is a garter belt. I hope you like this new one. Put it on and attach the stockings. Know that wherever I am, my breath comes faster as I think of what you look like in this arrangement. Once you have the stockings fastened, open Number Eight.”

Number Eight contained a push-up bra with holes for the nipples. “I love the appearance of your nipples. My heart still races when I glance at them. I long to caress them. I hate when you hide their existence. Please put on this bra so that I may look longingly at them when I see you next. Once you have it on, open Number Nine.”

By now, I had assumed that I was getting dressed in this sexy manner to go out for an evening on the town. When I opened the next package and found a beautiful pearl necklace, that suspicion was reinforced. Until I read the note.

“If there could be any way to make your breasts more beautiful, it would be to highlight them with a new necklace. I hope you like this one. I look forward to seeing it against your soft skin.

“At this point, I hope your excitement has built to the highest levels of arousal and anticipation as to what may follow. But know that you can trust me not to let anything happen that you really don’t want to happen. Now open Number Ten to set the evening in motion.”

What did he mean by not allowing anything to happen that I didn’t want? I wasn’t sure, but I knew that if he meant to fulfill our fantasy, I did want it. I was more than ready for it. I held my breath as I opened Number Ten.

There was only a note. “If you wish to go further, phone my cell phone from the room. I will not answer the phone, so wait for the message request and then say only: ‘I am ready to continue.’ If you do not call, I will cancel the rest of the plan and we will go to dinner. If you do, once you have hung up you may open Number Eleven.”