Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (3 page)

I drove over to their house on my Harley and arrived at around eight o’clock. It was nearly dark, and Erin already had the
grill going. She looked great. She was wearing a very low-cut, loose-fitting white spaghetti-strap top and very short tan
shorts. The shorts showed off her gorgeous legs, and the shirt showed so much cleavage that my knees felt weak.

After dinner we sat out on the patio and enjoyed the evening and a few beers. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear
that Erin was bending over more than necessary, allowing me a very nice view of her tits under her loose shirt. Later I noticed
her absently rubbing the bottom of her cold beer bottle up and down her chest. I watched as the droplets of water ran down
and between those beautiful tits. I still had a nice buzz going, and watching her made me even hornier.

We sat there drinking for an hour or so, until Erin suggested we move inside and get the party started. We went into their
game room, and immediately Erin challenged me to a game of darts on the electronic dart board. She turned on some music and
we played. She beat me in short order, and then proceeded to beat Larry as well. She continued to win consistently as we all
continued to drink beer after beer.

After a while Larry suggested that the reason we couldn’t win was that we were just playing for fun, and that a real man needed
something to play for to make it interesting. He went to the bar and pulled out a bottle of bourbon and a shot glass, then
declared that the loser of each game had to drink a shot. Winking at me, he said that if we could get Erin drunk, we might
have a shot at winning. He then added, in a mock whisper, that the drunker she got, the hornier she got, too. Erin just laughed,
but she agreed to the new rules, commenting that she could beat us whether she was drunk or not.

But her confidence waned a bit as Larry beat her in the next game. She went to the bar and downed the shot without hesitation.
Larry beat me quickly, and then beat Erin again, each of us drinking our shots. By now I was really buzzing, and it appeared
that Erin was as well. She started dancing and swaying to the music.

Larry now seemed unbeatable. The next time he beat Erin she went over to the bar and picked up the shot glass, but then she
hesitated, saying that she was getting pretty drunk and didn’t think it was a good idea to keep up this pace. Larry told her
that a bet was a bet. Erin said she was afraid she would get sick if she didn’t slow down, and then asked if there wasn’t
something else she could do that would satisfy us.

Well, I could think of a few things, but of course I didn’t say so. But it was as though Larry had read my mind. He grinned
at her and said maybe she could take an article of clothing off, rather than take a drink. He then asked me if I thought that
would be okay, and I quickly said that it definitely would. Erin grinned at both of us and asked, “Are you two trying to get
me naked?”

Feeling bolder now in light of what seemed to be going on, I replied, “Damn straight! I love looking at naked women!” I looked
over at Larry to see his reaction to my comment, but he just smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, well, I like to look at naked men, too,” Erin said. “So if you guys want me to strip, you have to do the same when
you lose.” Larry and I looked at each other and shrugged, then quickly agreed. Erin just stood there for a moment, then grabbed
the bottom of her blouse and began slowly pulling it up. Just as she pulled it high enough to expose the bottom of her huge
tits, she let it fall back into place. Laughing at our disappointed expressions, she began to unbutton her shorts. She got
them open and, with a twist of her hips, let them drop to the floor. Still laughing, she told us we’d have to beat her again
to get her top off. I didn’t mind, as she was wearing a very small white thong that very beautifully showed off her tight
round ass.

Larry beat me the next game, and I quickly pulled off my shirt. But Erin now seemed more interested in dancing than in playing
darts. When Steppenwolf’s “Born to Be Wild” started playing on the stereo, she rushed over and cranked up the volume, swaying
wildly to the music. Then, as the song came to an end, she shouted that she wanted to do something wild. “I know!” she cried,
looking at me. “I want to go for a ride on that motorcycle of yours!”

I had no idea if she was serious or not, but I took the keys from my pocket and tossed them to Larry, telling him he’d better
take her, as I’d had a few too many drinks to be driving around at night. Larry quickly tossed the keys back to me, protesting
that he’d had as much to drink as I had, and besides, he wasn’t used to my bike. He added that if the lady wanted to go for
a ride, I should take her. I hesitated for another minute, but Erin’s eagerness and her sexy half-clad body persuaded me.
With a shrug I headed outside with her and started up the bike, while Erin climbed on behind me.

Once she was settled in I adjusted my mirrors—not to reflect the traffic lanes behind me, but so that I could see Erin. As
she saw what I was doing she smiled and winked at me in the mirror. I asked if she was ready, and then roared off into the
night. As we turned onto the main road she pressed tight against me, and I could feel her tits mashing into my bare back.
I was wearing only my pants, and all she was wearing was her skimpy top and her thong. We must have made quite a spectacle
if anybody saw us.

As we rode Erin became more relaxed and loosened her grip on me. Her hands began to wander over my belly and chest. I felt
her fingers brushing over my nipples seductively. I was enjoying her touch so much that I was again getting a boner. Then
her hands disappeared, and looking in my mirror I saw her pull her blouse over her head and hold it high in the air as she
yelled, “Born to be wild!” I couldn’t believe she had just taken her top off, giving me a great view of her beautiful tits.

She was waving the garment above her head and shaking her breasts at me when the wind ripped it from her grasp. In the mirror
I saw it flying away. Grinning wildly, I made no attempt to stop and retrieve it.

Erin saw me checking her out in the mirrors and she leaned back, putting her hands on the bar behind her and arching her back,
giving me a great view of her now nearly naked body. She was putting on quite a show for me. I gunned the bike even faster
in excitement.

I was watching her more than the road, and I nearly missed an upcoming intersection. I had to slam on the brakes to stop in
time, and the momentum pushed her into me. Feeling those bare tits on my back was nearly more than I could stand. She must
have sensed my need, as her hands again began to move over my chest and she began to kiss my neck. After a few minutes of
this she let her hand fall to my crotch and began to rub my hard-on. I had to concentrate to stay on the road as she fumbled
with my zipper. She unzipped my pants and opened them enough to free my now-throbbing cock. Christ, she was giving me a handjob
as we rode!

This was unbelievable! It was a dream come true. She had me worked nearly into a frenzy, and at first I looked around for
a place to park so I could throw her on the ground and fuck her brains out. But it was a well-lighted residential area, and
all I could think of to do was turn around and head back to the house.

As I pulled into the driveway Larry came out the door. He did a double-take when he saw Erin step off the bike topless. But
he just smiled and asked her what had happened to her shirt. Smiling back at him, she simply said it blew off. It was then
I realized that my zipper was down and my still-stiff cock was sticking out of my pants. I quickly turned away and tucked
it back, and if Larry noticed, he didn’t say anything.

When we got inside Larry picked up the darts again, saying that we should finish the game we had started. “No,” Erin said.
“Screw that. What I want is for the two of you to take me upstairs and fuck me!”

I was stunned. I hadn’t known exactly where all this was going, but I hadn’t expected it to go this far. The thought of my
wife flashed through my mind, but when I looked again at Erin’s naked body I decided to go for it. What the hell, I’d find
a way to let Judy screw Larry if she wanted to, but I wanted to fuck Erin now!

“Well, God knows I’m ready for that!” I said finally. “If it’s okay with Larry.”

Obviously it was, as he was already leading his wife toward the stairs, and beckoning for me to follow.

In the bedroom, Erin lit some candles, then took off her thong and lay down seductively in the middle of the big bed. Larry
and I finished stripping, too. Already hard as a rock, I lay down on one side of her while Larry took the other. I waited
for him to take the lead, and when he began to slide his hand over her body, I did the same. She moaned with pleasure as our
hands roamed over her. I had slipped my fingers between her legs and was vigorously playing with her wet pussy when she finally
asked if we were going to fuck her or not.

I didn’t need any more invitation than that. I glanced at Larry, and he told me to go ahead, so I mounted her and started
pounding her for all I was worth, while Larry watched the action from his position at her side. After all the excitement of
the past few hours I didn’t last long, but shot my load in short order. I then rolled off to give Larry his turn, but Erin
got onto all fours and began licking and sucking my limp member as Larry pounded her from behind.

It wasn’t long before I was hard again, and Erin then said she wanted us both inside her. She lay down on her side, and Larry
began fingering her ass as I took my position in front of her. I slipped into her dripping pussy, and a minute later Larry
began to slowly work himself into her asshole. Soon we were both fucking her as she screamed with pleasure. Larry shot his
load inside her before I was done, and he stayed in her for a few minutes as I continued my slow pumping. When he finally
pulled out I rolled her onto her back so I could attack her tits more aggressively. This time I had more staying power, and
I kept going until she came, bucking and twisting beneath me. Then I shot into her and rolled off. I lay there in ecstasy
for a few minutes, and then drifted off to sleep. I heard her and Larry going at it again as drowsiness enveloped me.

I woke up the next morning to find Erin straddling my body and smiling down at me as she slid herself onto my morning hard-on.
Then she began to ride me, her huge tits swaying and bouncing invitingly. I sucked and caressed them as she pumped herself
up and down. After a few minutes Larry walked in and demanded, “Hey, what are you doing with my wife?”

Erin never missed a beat. “I’m just chopping a little morning wood, darling,” she panted. “Come on in and watch.”

Larry came in and stood there with his coffee cup in his hand, watching us fuck. That felt a little weird, but after all it
wasn’t much different from last night. After a while Erin came with a groan, and I shot my load inside her. Then I headed
for the shower. After I dressed I headed down to the kitchen. Larry handed me a cup of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table.
Erin was still in the shower. I wasn’t quite sure what to say, or if I should even say anything.

Larry finally broke the silence by telling me that nothing like that had ever happened before. He said Erin had often talked
about her fantasy of having a threesome, and he figured that if he was going to share her with someone, it might as well be
with his best friend.

He then asked me if I was going to tell Judy about what had happened. I told him I wasn’t sure yet, but that I thought it
would be only fair to share her with him, too, if she would do it. He said that would be great. A minute later Erin came in,
and when we told her what we’d been talking about, she got very excited at the idea of all four of us getting together for
a wild fuck session.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to talk Judy into it.

—
F.T., Denver, Colorado
     

Hal and I have been together for a little over a month. He’s handsome, sweet, and funny, not to mention a great lover. My
libido races whenever he walks toward me. His clothes always fit perfectly and always look fabulous on him.

The other night we had an encounter I want to tell you about—our first after he’d been away visiting his mom for two weeks.
The whole time he was away, all I could think about was feeling his beautiful cock inside me. So when he called to say he
was back, even though I do love him, there was only so much small talk I could handle. All I cared about was how my body ached
for his.

When he said he wanted to meet, I said I knew the perfect spot, a park within walking distance of my house. The sun was just
starting to set. Off to the side of the park is a well-hidden forest. As I walked toward the forest, the anticipation killing
me, a cool breeze blew up the short skirt of my dress, over the crevice between my legs.

In the forest I found a large tree branch lying on the ground and sat down. Within two minutes I saw a tall, masculine figure
coming toward me. A tingling sensation coursed all through me. As we hugged, I wrapped my arms around Hal, massaging his back.
He pressed himself to me and said, “I missed you.”