Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (17 page)

Well, it turned out to be a fabulous birthday. Geni was already there when I arrived, a small, shapely brunette with jutting
breasts. After a little small talk we all headed to the bedroom, where I undressed each girl in turn and they both undressed
me, taking their time and caressing my body all over. By the time they pulled down my shorts, my erection was throbbing, to
their evident delight.

Geni sat me down on the edge of the bed and knelt between my legs. When she pushed her massive warm breasts together they
embraced my penis like two live pillows. When she rubbed them up my still shaft, my entire cock disappeared into the silky
tunnel of her perfumed flesh. On the downward stroke, my cockhead emerged practically bursting.

Leona was pressed against my back, kissing my neck and ears to make me even hotter. I caught my breath as my cock erupted,
spewing molten sperm across Geni’s breasts as she continued to massage my twitching member until I fell back against Leona.

We all climbed up onto the bed and I began my mission—to get hard enough to satisfy both of these vixens. I hardly knew where
to begin, sandwiched between the two of them. I wanted to return Geni’s favor, so I fondled and sucked on her gorgeous tits,
and her enthusiastic reaction soon had me hardening fast. I slid down the bed, dipped between those luscious thighs, and lunged
my face into her succulent sex.

After a few frenzied minutes, she suggested I do the same for Leona, but while lying on my back. Of course, I was more than
willing, and as I sucked Leona’s delicious pussy, Geni played with my balls as she stroked and licked my cock. Leona straddled
my face and smiled down at me as I licked her, tousling my hair with both of her hands.

Geni stopped sucking and rolled a condom over my eager cock, plunging her wet and wanting cunt down over it, swallowing me
in her fleshy sheath. She rocked back and forth, my cock deliciously trapped inside her as Leona began to rock against my
face and tongue. Geni assaulted my cock with her grinding pussy, but Leona stopped her before I came.

Pivoting on my face, she told her friend to bring me off so she could watch. She lowered herself down on my extended tongue,
literally fucking herself with it as Geni squeezed my balls and blew warmly on my reddened shaft before swallowing its whole
length.

Leona watched as she rode my tongue and began to grind against my chin on her downstrokes. Her riding my face turned me on
and must have added a couple of inches to my cock as Geni sucked on it hungrily. Finally she turned serious, took my shaft
in her fist, and squeezed as she stroked up and down. Leona knew I was about to burst and rubbed her clit hard over my panting
mouth as her friend gave one last lick to my throbbing member.

I exploded into her wet mouth as Leona reached a tremendous orgasm, slamming against my face as if intent on suffocating me.
Finally I felt her spasms cease and the last drops of my come get sucked into Geni’s eager mouth. We collapsed together in
a sweaty heap and the girls cuddled close to me, wishing me—and my cock—a happy birthday.

—Mr. G.K., New Hampshire

Once in a while I like to do something out of the ordinary, but I’d never answered a personal ad before. This one read, “Imaginative
male wanted for surprise party.” I replied with a note and a photo of myself and was bowled over when I actually got a reply
requesting a meeting with me.

Three girls were arranging a birthday surprise for a fourth, named Donna. They had, as I expected, gotten lots of volunteers,
but had settled on me if I was willing. I would appear at their apartment on Friday night. “Fine,” I said, “but what do I
do?” Laura replied that I had only two duties: to be imaginative and to follow her orders.

My imagination was running wild with dozens of possibilities crowding my mind. The anticipation built almost unbearably over
the next few days. I groomed myself impeccably, trimmed my pubic hair a bit, slapped on a bit of good cologne, and was as
prepared as I was going to be for an evening that would prove to be either very good or very weird.

My heart rate was sky high as I rang the doorbell. Laura invited me in and Meg and Nina took my coat and scarf. I was glad
I’d dressed up a bit, because all three were beautifully clad and coifed. Laura got me a drink and we all sat down in the
living room. Donna was expected in half an hour, and I was to appear after she opened her other gifts, emerging from a large
gift box that sat in the corner.

My suit, however, would not do. Laura handed me a skimpy little jockstrap, which was about what I expected, but the girls
decided they wanted to make a final inspection of their gift before I was wrapped for delivery. I began to strip for them,
trying to appear calm while in reality I was both turned on and embarrassed. When I was down to my tight cotton briefs, I
decided to make a production of it all, posing and twisting before I inserted my fingers in the waistband and pulled my briefs
up tight between my legs, outlining my growing cock and producing a wet spot on the cotton. I traced the outline of my cock,
and it grew until its head peeked out above the waistband. Laura remained unruffled, but the other two were spellbound. I
peeled off the briefs, revealing my nearly hard cock, and Laura tossed me the jockstrap. The show was over for now.

I hid in the box right before Donna arrived and the gift giving commenced. She was madly curious about the huge box, but the
others made her wait to open it last. On cue I popped out, a little nervous, but a hand on my ass propelled me into the little
throng. Laura grinned at her friend and said, “Remember how you said you’d never seen a guy jerk off? Well, happy birthday!”
She looked over at me and gestured for me to take it away.

I was thunderstruck but very excited. The girls had me wait a moment as they removed their panties, and I was soon faced by
a row of exposed pussies that seemed to be smiling up at me. Donna’s was especially pretty, framed by neatly trimmed golden
curls.

Donna reached forward and relieved me of the jockstrap, explaining that she was entitled to unwrap her gift, and then they
sat back to watch, each woman fingering her pussy in anticipation of my show. I posed, then began a little dance, stroking
my cock, intensely aware of the eyes riveted on me. Despite the excitement, I was still only half hard until Laura stepped
forward and stripped before me. Her gorgeous naked body simply knocked my socks off, and I was hard in no time. Oblivious
to everyone else in the room, I masturbated for her alone, cupping my balls and massaging my shaft until I exploded in incredible
jets of come.

The girls burst into applause as my cock dripped its final spurt and receded to a manageable length. Donna kissed me and thanked
us all for her birthday present. As I dressed, Laura appeared in the bedroom door and handed me the jockstrap as a souvenir.
She kissed me goodnight and whispered, “Call me.” I knew I would, as soon as I could. Meanwhile, I was to escort Donna home
and make sure the rest of her birthday was even more memorable than the party had been. Conscious that she’d be telling Laura
all about it, I made it an extra-special birthday indeed.

—Mr. C.V., Michigan

As I eased my car through the Friday afternoon rush hour, I allowed myself to think about the cryptic email message I had
gotten on my office computer. I’d been out of town since Tuesday, and my wife had left a note saying, “Welcome home, honey,
and happy birthday. I’ll be waiting at home with a special surprise for you. Your hot and horny honey.” I wondered what she’d
planned. One year she had arranged a dinner at a quiet Greek restaurant, encouraging my caresses as we sipped our ouzo. I
had rapidly discovered that her hot, wet pussy was naked under her flowing skirt.

I got home and pulled the car into the garage, noticing that the living room light was on. I closed the kitchen door behind
me as the sun sank. I exhaled slowly, my heart pounding faster. I heard the subdued strains of Vivaldi from the other room
and saw champagne on ice in the sink. I pulled off my tie, ready to relax.

As I entered the living room wondering where my wife was, a young woman leaned forward from the soft cushions of the sofa,
her long legs crossed, her eyes smiling. She introduced herself as Deva, extending her hand. I was a little surprised and
awkward, but I took her hand, pressing it lightly in mine. She held it, alluring and graceful, for several seconds.

I asked where Dian was, stammering as I drowned in her green eyes. She said my wife was upstairs changing, and poured me a
glass of wine. I must have looked and sounded like an idiot. She was lovely, but she’d caught me off guard. Her lipstick was
blush colored; her blonde hair fell to the shoulders of her white cotton dress. She wore little makeup, and I marveled at
her stunning natural beauty. Her dress was low-cut, revealing small, firm, naked breasts beneath.

Dian appeared in the doorway and kissed me passionately. I was both startled and turned on to see she wore a midnight-blue
dressing gown, satin and sexy. I’d never seen it before. “Happy birthday,” she said. “I see you’ve met Deva.” I looked from
my wife’s gray eyes to the beautiful and mysterious Deva. She was perhaps a few years younger than Dian, but I couldn’t really
tell. She poured Dian a drink and settled back as the Vivaldi swelled and ebbed. “Deva and I are your birthday surprise.”
I looked from one to the other. Deva added, “We guarantee a good time will be had by all.” Both women laughed happily.

I was stunned. A favorite fantasy of mine, one I had related to Dian many times, was a threesome with another woman. Now that
the reality presented itself I was overwhelmed, turned on, lost in uncharted territory.

The two women looked at each other knowingly and let me unwind with small talk. They related how they had met at the health
club and found a common bond in their hedonistic approach to life and love. They had evolved this plan over several months.

I went back into the kitchen for another bottle and returned to find Dian excusing herself while Deva knelt before the newly
kindled fire. The flicker of flames was almost the only light as I poured us each a glass of champagne. Deva rose to her knees
as she pulled her dress off over her head, leaving her naked but for a pair of powder blue panties. I set down the glasses
and tongued first one, then the other of her small, firm breasts, teasing her nipples. I kissed her mouth, then each breast
again. She expertly unbuttoned my shirt, kissing my chest, then undid my pants and slid them off, stroking my swelling cock
with her long, slim fingers.

She freed it from my briefs and tossed them aside, bending to take my cock in her mouth. Holding it in one hand, she knelt
before me and ran her tongue around the head as it glowed like an ember, soothing its heat with the cool liquid of her mouth.
She stroked and rubbed its head, taking the tip in her mouth. As I leaned back in ecstasy, I realized my wife was watching
from the shadows. Now Dian wrapped her arms around me from behind and tilted my head back for a deep kiss.

Deva continued her magic, stroking and licking alternately. Dian had removed her gown and was now in a one-piece, high-cut
teddy. As I fell back prostrate, I saw that her lingerie was crotchless. She positioned her lush pussy over my mouth, facing
my feet. Deva continued to suck and stroke my cock as I kissed and sucked my wife’s pussy. She was already wet from watching,
and she moaned as I licked her aroused clit and swollen labia.

Absorbed in eating Dian’s pussy, I suddenly realized that her friend had resorted to using her hand alone on my cock as she
kissed my wife, who moved her pussy rhythmically over my face. I got a partial glimpse of my wife’s hands fondling Deva’s
sweet breasts and nipples, and I got even more aroused watching Dian caress another woman.

Wordlessly, Dian slid forward out of mouth range and began to kiss Deva’s nipples as she eased her back until she lay supine.
Dian worked her way down the lithe body, running her tongue sensuously over Deva’s navel, her fingers combing Deva’s light
brown pubic hair, parting her lips gently and gliding her fingers over her mound. Knowing how a woman likes to be touched
and stimulated, Dian began to eat Deva’s pussy. I watched my wife’s pussy, still wet from my tongue, as she knelt on her hands
and knees.