Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (2 page)

Then I turned to Phil, who was pumping his cock furiously. I crawled over to him on my hands and knees, then opened my mouth
so he could also bathe my tongue with his come. “What should I do now?” I asked. I felt a tremor of excitement, knowing he
could dictate any scene he wanted with me and those three men.

“I want Sean to fuck your pussy and Joe to fuck your ass,” Phil said. Both men looked like they’d struck gold, high-fiving
each other as I crawled over to the bed and then leaped onto it. They climbed in, and I beckoned Ken to join us, while Phil
watched from afar. Sean lay on his back, and I climbed on top of him. Sean was tall, with a thin, muscular body, and I seemed
to fit over him perfectly. I rubbed my pussy against his dick while he squeezed my nipples, each of us getting used to the
feel of each other’s body. Sometimes two people fit together instantly, and sometimes I need a little more fondling, and Sean
was perfectly at ease caressing me while Joe slowly began massaging my asshole. Even though both men were about to fill my
holes, that didn’t mean we couldn’t have some foreplay and give Phil even more of a show. I glanced up at my husband at one
point, to find his mouth open, slack-jawed, as if he were watching the most riveting movie ever.

“Suck my nipples,” I told Sean, shifting so I could push them into his mouth. “And you—lick my ass,” I said to Joe, knowing
my voice would carry over to Phil. Both men did as they were told, and the dual assault from two fresh, hungry mouths left
me writhing. They seemed to be working in tandem even though they could hardly know what the other was doing, but still, the
more Sean tugged on my nipples, the deeper Joe drilled his tongue into my backdoor, determined to get as far inside as he
could. When I could stand it no longer, I let out a cry of joy, then said, “Now I want your cocks.” It was my turn to shine
as both Ken and Phil excitedly looked on while I invited Sean and Joe inside me.

Joe gave one last lick before pulling back and replacing his tongue with his cock. As he started to guide it into my tight
tunnel, I was awaiting Sean’s dick in my pussy. I’d fantasized about being penetrated in both holes, but I had never thought
it would actually happen. Their two cocks complemented each other, both thick and long, but not big enough to be uncomfortable.
I felt totally wanton as I fucked both men at once, knowing that I’d been intimate with every man in the room. It was Phil’s
birthday, but I felt like I was the one celebrating!

“You’re right, Phil, you’ve definitely got yourself one red-hot woman here,” said Joe as he pounded my ass. I shut my eyes
and savored the feeling of being stuffed to the brim with cock. We soon found a rhythm that worked for all of us, with two
sets of balls slapping against me, two dicks pounding into me, and four pairs of eyes on me. I hoped Phil was searing this
moment into his memory because as sexy as it was, I knew we would only do this on special occasions; that was part of the
fun, being my wildest self and sharing my body with these three hunks that I knew I’d never see again. For a moment, I imagined
Phil filming me, capturing this little threesome for us to watch again and again, and the idea sent me spinning into orgasm.
My ass and pussy tightened uncontrollably. Both men gasped; three sets of loud grunts and groans filled the room, along with
the sounds of two men jerking off. It was all slapping and stroking, and flesh meeting flesh, as I came, almost forcing both
cocks out of me with the strength of my orgasm. “I want you both to come inside me,” I said, leaning down to shove my tongue
into Sean’s mouth. We kissed passionately as he thrust upward into me, while Joe penetrated my ass again and again. Very quickly,
I felt two dicks spurting come into me. Then I felt some splattering onto my lower back, and I knew it was Ken coming again.
We all turned to look at Phil, who was staring right at me as he shot a huge load into the air.

I bid adieu to each of the guys, telling them how much fun I’d had, then joined my husband in bed. We replayed the evening’s
events, telling each other about what we’d liked most, while he fucked me in every position imaginable. If there are any wives
reading this who are stuck for a birthday gift for their hubbies, I can highly recommend a special birthday gang-bang. You’ll
both have the time of your lives!

—Ms. T.G., Georgia

When my boyfriend, Sean, turned twenty-seven, I couldn’t think of anything to get him. I had called all of his friends trying
to figure out if there was something he’d want that I hadn’t thought of, and so far no one had been any help. I was about
to give up my quest for the perfect gift when I scrolled through my cell-phone contact list one last time, hoping to find
someone I hadn’t thought of calling. I was nearing the end of the list when I stopped on Tamara’s name and inspiration struck.

Sean and I have a very spicy sex life, even after being together for five years, but there was one variation we had never
gotten around to: a threesome. Sean had mentioned his fascination with the ménage à trois years before, but he didn’t want
to risk our still-new relationship by bringing in a third party so soon. After that, he never mentioned it again, but I knew
from the dog-eared copies of
Penthouse Variations
lying around our house that he was still interested.

Pressing the phone’s “send” button, I listened as Tamara’s phone rang several times. Tamara and I had been friends since college.
She had taken a job at a local strip club as soon as she turned twenty-one, knowing that dancing would pay better than her
job at the college bookstore. She had the perfect body for the job—perky 34C tits, long, lean legs, and a taut stomach. Her
long, auburn hair and creamy smooth skin didn’t hurt either. And of course her love of sex and her adventuresome attitude
helped as well.

I had always been attracted to Tamara, and I had gone to see her at the club several times before I started dating Sean. She
and I had once kissed during a drunken moment of experimentation in college, and we’d never forgotten it. Whenever we reminisced,
one of us always brought it up and wondered what would have happened if we hadn’t been so hesitant to take things further.
I was thrilled that we might finally find out!

When she answered, I explained the situation to her and she agreed immediately. Both excited, it didn’t take us long to devise
a plan for the following weekend, and I hung up as Sean was walking into the house after a long day at work. I told him to
clear his schedule for the following Saturday night, no questions asked.

By the time Saturday arrived, I was anticipating Sean’s surprise as much as he was. At ten o’clock that night we drove over
to the club where Tamara works. He thought that was his surprise, but I let him know it was only “Phase One.” We watched the
dancers for almost two hours before Tamara came on at midnight. She’s the club’s big attraction these days, and they always
put her on late to draw in the crowds and keep them there. Sean was captivated. He couldn’t take his eyes off her during her
set. Then again, neither could I.

“So, honey, did you enjoy Tamara’s show?” I asked, smirking, when she finally left the stage. Sean blinked several times,
refocusing on me after staring so intently at my friend, and nodded dumbly.

As soon as he came back to reality, I took Sean’s hand and dragged him out of the club. He seemed confused when we didn’t
turn back onto the highway to go home, but instead took off down the town’s main street and headed for the apartment complex
where Tamara lives.

In a few minutes we reached Tamara’s condo. I grinned wickedly as I knocked on the door, and when it swung open, Sean’s jaw
dropped and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. There stood Tamara, still wearing her grand-finale costume—a black G-string
and nothing else—and holding a bottle of champagne, her thumb poised to pop the cork. “Surprise!” she yelled as the bubbly
spilled out over the bottle and onto her hand. She giggled at herself—and at Sean’s stupefied look—before taking a swig and
passing it to me. By the time I passed the bottle back, Sean had managed to blink and was staring at us curiously.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Well,” I said breathlessly, “this is your birthday present, since you already have everything else.”

“Huh?” He clearly didn’t get it.

“What’s the one thing you’ve wanted since before we got together?” I asked. When I got no response, I elaborated, leading
him to the answer with a drawn-out, “Sexually.”

He blinked at me several times, his face blank, until it finally hit him. “You mean…” he asked, somewhat in shock.

“Finally, he gets it,” I said to Tamara, biting back a smile at the astonishment in his voice. “If we had to spend all night
explaining things, we’d never get around to the fun part!” She laughed with me before turning to Sean.

“So, what do you think, birthday boy? Up for some fun?” she asked.

Glancing in my direction, Sean hesitated, but when I nodded, he jumped to action. I barely had time to blink before his lips
were fused to Tamara’s. Taken by surprise, her arms dangled at her sides until—champagne forgotten—the bottle she held dropped
to the plush carpet and her arms twined around my boyfriend’s neck, pulling him closer. Sean moaned into the kiss and let
his hands wander down Tamara’s bare back and sides before moving them to her large, succulent tits.

Pulling back a bit, Tamara let her head loll as Sean gently massaged her breasts. When he moved his mouth over one of her
long, stiff nipples and licked it, she squealed, arching her back and forcing her chest farther into his mouth and using his
arms to pull his head closer. My pussy was getting wet from watching the two of them. Slipping my hand beneath my short skirt,
glad I had chosen to forgo panties, I ran a single finger along my slick folds. My eyes slipped shut and, fantasizing about
what would happen later that night, I dipped a finger into my dripping cunt and used my thumb to rub my aching clit. I was
so lost in my daydream that I didn’t realize I had let out a loud moan—or that Tamara and Sean had parted and were now surrounding
me.

It wasn’t until I felt someone’s hands on my tits that my eyes shot open, only to find Tamara before me, her fingers tweaking
my nipples through my halter top. When my eyes connected with hers, she leaned forward to kiss me, keeping one hand on my
chest while the other reached around my back. My own hands left their previous activities and reached for the slender redhead
before me. Grasping her hips, I pulled her against me, noticing when I did that her G-string was gone and she was completely
naked. We spent several minutes exploring each other’s mouth and body, our tongues dueling while our hands wandered over soft,
feminine curves.

My hands had found their way to Tamara’s ass and were fondling the smooth, silky flesh there while hers were busy untying
my halter, whisking away the flimsy scrap of material. Our tits mashed together, nipples rubbing against each other as we
continued exploring.

It was then that I noticed Sean, shirtless and pants open, cock in hand and staring at us intently. It was obvious that he
was feeling left out, so pulling away from Tamara, I sauntered over to him. “What are you doing all the way over here,” I
asked, “when all the fun is happening over there?” I gestured toward Tamara. Then, reaching down, I gripped his shaft and
began leading him across the room. As soon as we reached her, Tamara dropped to her knees in front of Sean and licked the
head of his turgid dick. She then replaced my hand with her own and began pumping him, following her fist’s path with her
lips and tongue. As soon as she had a good rhythm going, I knelt beside her and, once we’d shifted to make room, I leaned
in, licking and fondling his balls. With two women concentrating all of their attention on his shaft, I knew it wouldn’t be
long before he was ready to explode.

Wanting to prolong our pleasure, I moved away when I sensed he was getting too close to the edge, and instead turned my attention
to Tamara. Crawling around my friend, I settled on the floor behind her and situated myself between her legs. She was so caught
up in giving Sean an expert blowjob that she didn’t notice my movement until my tongue reached up and flicked her clit. The
tip of my tongue had simply tapped her throbbing love button, but it was enough for her to halt her actions and sigh around
my boyfriend’s dick. Encouraged by my ability to arouse her with such a simple touch, I dove right in, licking along her shimmering
pussy lips and alternating between flicking and sucking her puffy clit.

Once Tamara had accustomed herself to my presence between her thighs, she continued with Sean’s blow-job. Between my boyfriend’s
moaning and the taste of Tamara’s pussy juice, I was getting extremely hot. When Tamara started writhing on my face, I knew
she was on the verge of a climax and sped up my actions, licking more furiously as she wriggled and sighed above me. Her juices
were flooding my mouth when I heard Sean’s cock pop free of her lips and her loud sigh of ecstasy.