Serendipity

They’re Caught in the Act by Her Stepfather, and He Loves the Show

I’m twenty years old and the girl I’m dating and very much in love with (I plan to marry her) has just turned eighteen. My most memorable sexual experience happened one night when Lisa’s mother was out of town. Only Lisa, her stepfather and I were in the house. He was in his bedroom, and we were in the den, sitting on the sofa with a quilt over us. Lisa and I had been drinking tequila, and we were getting pretty loose. I was kissing her very deeply and playing with her beautiful little tits. Needless to say I got so horny that I had to have my lover’s sweet pussy no matter what the consequences.

With her stepfather home, we couldn’t head for Lisa’s room without a hassle. So we decided to chance being caught in the act (she was also horny). Anyway, we thought that if her stepfather came out of the bedroom, we would hear him.

I put Lisa’s legs over my shoulders and raised her ass high enough to pull her blue jeans down over her well-rounded buttocks. I left her jeans on right above her knees. I leaned over to taste the sweetness between her legs. I could spread her legs just far enough to squeeze my head in. I parted her lips and pulled at them, gently tugging with my teeth. Then I plunged my tongue into her hot, sweet cunt, retracting it only long enough to circle her clit and make her legs clamp down on my head.

All the while Lisa was massaging my dick through my jeans with her foot. After about five minutes, she pulled me up and begged me to ball her. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down, as I had done with her. She pushed me back on the sofa and eagerly tongued my balls, taking each one into her mouth and sucking it. Then she circled the head of my cock with her tongue and bobbed up and down furiously. I made her stop before I got off and turned her over on her stomach. She rested her head on the arm of the sofa and her beautiful bum stuck up in the air, exposing that sweet-smelling pussy that was now dripping delicious cunt juice. I mounted her doggie-style and slowly pushed my cock to the bottom of her warmness.

I pumped slowly at first, gradually building up speed while I leaned over to play with her tits. About three or four minutes later I could feel her building up to an orgasm. As I was about to shoot my wad in her, I heard the refrigerator door open in the kitchen, which adjoined the den. I glanced up and saw Lisa’s stepfather looking right at us! I came harder than I can ever remember coming. As I shot off, I instinctively pulled my throbbing pecker out, which sprayed come everywhere! Of course, Lisa had started heading for cover, too, and we must have been quite a sight fighting over the quilt. But when I looked back up, her stepfather had gone. He had disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared, apparently retiring to his room. He has never said a word to either of us about what he saw, but I’m positive he watched us balling our brains out. If he should read this and should realize who is writing it, all I can say is that I hope he enjoyed the experience. I certainly did!—Name and address withheld

MADEMOISELLE TEACHES BUSINESSMAN HOW TO TALK DIRTY WITH CLASS

I was in Paris last month, attending a business meeting. We do get some work done during the day, but these conferences are notorious for the good times that follow.

The second night of the convention, I was at a cocktail party where I struck up a conversation with a Frenchwoman from a large travel bureau in the south of France. I was immediately fascinated with her. She was in her early forties (forty-four, I later found out), and she had the kind of face that reaches its peak of beauty in middle age—very strong and self-confident. She had bright, gray eyes and thick jet-black hair, evenly streaked with strands of silver-gray, which she wore in a simple pageboy. Her attire consisted of a modest navy-blue dress that came just below the knee, but the movements of her body were graceful, and her Walk was athletic. Best of all, she possessed an intelligent warmth that put me at ease. We wound up leaving the cocktail party and spending a thoroughly enjoyable “night on the town”—dinner, some wine, dancing and a walk through the still-romantic streets of Paris. Then she asked me if I’d like to come back to her hotel for more conversation.

By the time we got to her room, we were holding hands and pecking each other on the cheek. Once we were inside, she kissed me deeply, then backed off a few feet and said, “Let’s get undressed.” I was mesmerized.

As she pulled her dress and slip off, her large, pendulous breasts swayed and settled low on her chest. She had dense masses of black hair under her arms and an abundant growth between her legs. She smiled sweetly when I dropped my pants, revealing my erection.

She sat down on the side of the bed and cradled my head as I licked and kissed her moist pussy. Before she could come, I climbed up on the bed and sat on my haunches. She slid over to me, straddled my hips and slid my cock deep inside her. She leaned back on her hands, and my fingers played with her cunt until she was breathing heavily and breaking into beads of perspiration. When she came I could feel her vagina pulsing and gripping my rigid shaft. She quickly pushed me onto my back and rode my cock with long, slow movements of her hips. I soon came in powerful spurts.

We stayed up the rest of the night. She loved talking about sex. We would sit, face-to-face, and she would take my soft penis in her hand and talk about it and tell me how it made her feel when it was buried between her legs. We would soon be quietly masturbating each other, holding each other off as long as we could. Only when I could feel her lovely body tense and then go limp, would I let myself go, spending my seed all over and in between her fingers.

We finally fell asleep around dawn. But I woke up in a few hours to find this beautiful woman taking my cock in her mouth. I pulled her legs around so that her thighs straddled my ears, and she lowered her sweet pussy to my lips, burying them deep into all that thick come-matted hair. Her expert tongue caressed my prick until I was coming again, filling her mouth.

The rest of the week was heaven. She is the most sensual, loving woman I’ve ever known. She has an incredible imagination and refuses to quit after only one or two orgasms. She is constantly thinking of ways to excite me long after I thought I was through for the night (or the morning or the afternoon!). She is so comfortable with her sexuality that she enjoys an orgasm like no other woman I’ve ever fucked. And she is so loving that she derives an incredible amount of satisfaction from giving me pleasure.

She’ll be in Denver next month on business, and I can already picture myself nestled between her soft, well-aged tits and plowing her warm cunt with the greatest pleasure.—J.C., Denver, Colorado

WAITRESS AND HANDSOME HARRY: A VERY SEXY SEDUCTION

While my husband was hunting deer, I was cleaning the house and accidentally found a copy of Penthouse Letters. As I paged through the letters and pictures, I was surprised how explicit things have become. However, I guess I’d rather have my husband curl up with your publication than have someone else offer him solace.

Since I would be alone for a while, I thought I’d share what has happened to me in seventeen years of married life.

About ten years ago, I made a mistake. I was working as a waitress at the Bavarian Inn, in Milwaukee, in order to supplement our income. Two women I worked with always went out for drinks after work. Up to that time, I had always preferred to go home to my husband and children.

I needed a change of routine. Hostile cooks, difficult customers, and a cranky boss had frayed my nerves. When the two women asked me to join them, I agreed. I hadn’t eaten all day, and it was a long evening. We planned to get a drink and a sandwich someplace else. We stopped at a small bar in the suburbs. Kathy liked it on account of the higher class of the clientele.

It was very late when we arrived, and they were going to have to heat up the grill. We had a couple of drinks. One is my usual limit. Because I had two drinks this time, and no food, I was feeling light-headed.

Four fellows introduced themselves and sat down with us, and they turned out to be a jolly group.

Harry, an insurance salesman, chatted mostly with me. He must then have been about forty. I was twenty-seven at the time. He was quite different from the men I had seen all day.

Harry ordered us a round of drinks and asked me to dance. It was a bump-and-grind number. Kathy broke away from her partner and pretended to do a strip routine. She created a lot of attention when she actually began to disrobe, cheered on by the rest of our group. The next record was a slow one. Harry and I kept on dancing. He held me close, and we watched Kathy climb onto a table and continue her routine.

The drinks made me relaxed and horny. I planned to wake my husband for sex when I arrived home.

My thoughts and the stirring in my thighs were fueled by the festive atmosphere, the quantity of alcohol, desire for my husband, the handsome man I was dancing with, and an awareness of the pleasure in my loins.

As we danced, I realized he was hard. I could feel his erection against the flat of my belly. I was going to pull away but decided to wait until the end of the record. Sure, I was aroused and flattered that someone with such charm should find me attractive. When the dance ended, he held me for a moment, squeezed my right breast, and whispered, “Thank you.” I flushed and told him that he was nice. He then escorted me back to the bar stool.

I sat facing the bar mirror and watching Kathy. My dance partner had his back to the mirror as he watched Kathy and occasionally stole a glance at me. Suddenly I realized his hand, which was previously resting on my knee, was gently stroking me just inside my knee. My skin tingled as I felt the hand move slowly up the inner side of my right leg. I felt hot flashes between my legs and was frozen with sexual tension and fear. He was close to my crotch when I squeezed my legs together to stop his hand. It didn’t move; it just stayed there. Harry leaned over and whispered that I should look at Kathy. So I turned around. My legs parted as I pivoted on the stool, and I saw Kathy drop her bra and stand there with just panties on. A loud cheer went up, and I felt Harry extend his hand and cup my mound with his hand.

While everyone was watching Kathy, I could only think about what was happening to me. I looked down and saw Harry’s arm between my legs and under my skirt. I looked at him, mouth open, unable to speak. He turned to me and smiled.

Again a loud cheer erupted. We both turned to see Kathy roll her panties down over her thighs, exposing her pubic hair, and step out of them. Then she started to dance again. Harry pushed toward me, his hand between my legs, separating them more. I felt his finger hook my panties, feel the pubic hair, and probe the folds of skin between my legs. I watched his hand under my skirt, and I gasped as he penetrated my vagina.

As I sit here writing, I can still feel his fingers and the excitement. He simply dominated me. Thoughts of my husband and of remaining faithful were overcome by the tension he was creating in me. I had been aroused before by men, but had always been able to control it.

When Harry suggested that we go out to his car, I said we mustn’t go anywhere, believing he was going to take me to a motel. He assured me we’d stay and talk, away from the noise and my friends. I left, worried that they might see us leaving together and that I might have trouble explaining it at work, because I was always considered so straitlaced. But everyone was watching Kathy do her striptease.

Harry and I sat in his car, and he stroked my hair while we talked. He asked about my job, my sex life, my married life, and the dates I’d had. Since I was a virgin when I married, the heaviest petting I had ever done before with anyone but my husband was having my breast squeezed as Harry had done on the dance floor. He asked whether I would mind if he did it again. I hesitated and said things could get out of control. Then, instead of reaching for my breast, he unbuttoned my blouse, talking slowly, saying my nonpromiscuous lifestyle made me something special and different from my friends back in the bar.

Once my blouse was unbuttoned, he pushed it away from my chest and over my shoulders, exposing my bra. His hands were warm as he stroked my sides and my midriff. I was nervous and excited and told him he shouldn’t touch me because I was afraid he would go further. When he reached behind me and unhooked my bra, I said, “Don’t.”

“Lift up your bra,” he commanded. “Lift your bra up.”

I leaned my head back on the headrest and with both hands lifted my bra. As I exposed my breasts, I realized the nipples were taut. I waited for him to touch me. I exposed myself totally, knowing he could see me clearly because of the lights in the parking lot.

Instead of touching me, he bent over and kissed my neck, whispering my name and saying that I was lovely. I felt I was drowning in a flood. I took both of his hands and placed them on my breasts. When he kissed me, I grasped him, seeking out his mouth, kissing him fully and deeply. I felt his hand take mine. I wanted to touch him. Instead, he placed my hands on the hem of my skirt and told me to lift it up. I did.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

“Yes,” I told him. “Very wet”

He held me gently while I slid my head down against the door. Again he took my hands and hooked my panties with his thumbs. I arched my back and slid them off. He slipped off my shoes and nylons.

“Open your legs,” he ordered. I wanted him, but I was nervous and shy. Still, I spread my legs and said, almost choking, “You can do anything you want to me.”

He slid his palms under my thighs and cheeks and lifted them up. I thought he was going to place his mouth on me.

“Take me, all of me,” I pleaded.

I was startled when he turned on the map light, exposing me to close inspection. I was so close to orgasm that fluid was running down my thighs. He placed his thumb and forefinger on the top button of my vagina, squeezing it so he could look deep into my cavern. I had never been so hot as I was then. When he inserted his finger into me, I exploded in the most violent orgasm I’ve ever known. It was so intense, I felt drained and exhausted when it was over. Within me, however, I still felt the need for more.

When he opened the door, the car light went on and I didn’t even bother to cover up. I remember him unbuckling his trousers and sliding them down, and I saw his penis protruding between his shirttails. He reached over and pulled me closer to the open door. I offered no resistance or help as I saw him lean over and felt him slide up into me. I was as loose as a goose. Then I felt his weight on top of me: heavy, lighter, heavy, lighter. Then I felt him come hard, deep inside of me. “Oh, I can feel you come,” I told him.

After a long while his weight and the car light forced us to adjust our postures and reluctantly get dressed. He kissed me again, and I told him I’d never forget him. I never have.

I slept soundly when I was home that night. I was glad everyone was asleep when I got there. The girls from work thought I’d left because Kathy started removing her garments on the dance floor. I never saw Harry again. I was tempted at times to visit his office. Maybe someday I will. I still think of him when my husband has been gone for a while, and when I masturbate, I relive that special evening.—M.G., Milwaukee, Wisconsin

FOXY LADY PHONES SPECIAL REQUEST TO HORNY DJ

I work an evening shift at a well-known album rock station in central New York State. Disc jockeys have always been thought to have the wildest sex escapades, but up until one night last week I was a bit skeptical of some of the stories that float around among my fellow DJs.

Of course, those who work the evening shift have an opportunity to spend those late hours keeping lonely, frustrated, and randy females company via radio. I had previously met many chicks, mostly through station promotional appearances, although a few acquaintances have been made through call-in phone conversations. I might add I also have the enviable option of enjoying the company of five excitingly different females at my discretion, individually, for some of the best sex and partying that could ever be imagined.

When a chick calls up and I sense she has more than a Stones request on her mind, I usually continue the conversation, anticipating what might develop. Once in particular a very sexy-sounding female called in for a request, which also happened to be one of my favorites. After a few minutes of small talk, she invited me over after work. Well, I have always turned down those “blind” rendezvous, opting rather to meet first, face-to-face, to avoid any embarrassment on either person’s part. I instead invited her down to the station to get acquainted. She said she didn’t have a car. I began to suspect something was up. She then laid her cards on the table, telling me she was twenty-five, slim, cute, the wife of an out-of-town businessman, and that she was just lonely for some male company to party with and was not into the bar scene.

I agreed and took down her directions When my shift was over, I jumped in my car and smoked a couple of bowls on the way up (just in case she wasn’t the treat I hoped she’d be), and within minutes I was knocking at her apartment door.

When the door opened, there stood a fox, wearing a sexy nightie and a beaming smile. I was pleasantly surprised, to say the least.

After casual greetings, we went into her living room to relax with a few bowls and some drinks, and we talked for a little while. Feeling quite relaxed, I asked her for a back rub. She obliged and really outdid herself. In the process I stripped down to my jeans.

I insisted that I return the favor, and before I laid one hand on her, her nightie was off, and I had a great look at her in front of me, wearing only a brief pair of panties.

What a body! Nice, pert tits, a slim waist, and a very cute ass; not a hint of fat on her five-foot-seven-inch frame at all. I proceeded to make her comfortable on her tummy, straddling her body and slowly massaging her neck and back and moving on down to her well-rounded ass. I had to laugh to myself, thinking that I must have done something right that day to deserve this.

Slowly I rolled her over and kissed her nipples, which immediately hardened. Her moans were rapid now as I moved my kisses down her belly to her thighs. I peeled her panties off and dived into her wet pussy. I must admit that the following fifteen minutes spent eating her were the best I had to date.

I sensed she agreed. She came maybe seven or eight times. I again began to kiss her all over, and eventually we swapped tongues passionately. My jeans made me feel uncomfortable, so I rose and took them off, with her ready assistance. As soon as my cock was exposed, she took it, fully erect now, and gently began to kiss it, working her tongue all around it, finally deep-throating me. I almost exploded.

Probably sensing this, she lay down in front of the TV, her legs spread wide. She then guided my hot cock to her pussy. As she wrapped her legs around me, I again laughed to myself, hardly able to believe this was really happening. When we both climaxed together, I lay exhausted on her, kissing her neck, and remained in her pussy, never going soft; I was ready for yet another good fuck.

This time I lay on my back and she rode me. I didn’t leave her apartment until the morning, having experienced the most uninhibited and thoroughly exciting sexual pleasures of my twenty-three years.

After a few days thinking about it, I decided to write to you. Oh, what about my call-in date? Well, she phones in a request for her and her old man every day, and that voice still gets me hard just thinking about that cold night that turned red hot. Who knows, we may even get together again someday for a repeat performance. I can tell you that she gets all her requests played! I’d be interested if any female disc jockeys have had similar experiences, and would they mind sharing them?—J.K., Albany, New York

LONG-LEGGED BLOND MIXES IT UP WITH LUCKY SALESMAN

I’ve read many letters that you’ve published, and one of my experiences is so special that I want to share it. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I dreamed this, because it was surely a dream come true.

It happened in a small town in North Dakota. I was there on a sales trip, staying in a motel. One afternoon, I went down to the lounge and sat at the bar. Since I wasn’t paying attention to anything except the beer I was sipping, I barely noticed when someone sat on the stool next to me.

“I haven’t watched ‘My Three Sons’ since I was a little girl,” said the new arrival, referring to the show playing on the TV. I looked up and nearly fell off my stool. Sitting next to me was an incredibly beautiful girl. She had long blond hair and a body that was perfect, with large breasts, a small waist and very long legs. I could tell she was tall, but it wasn’t until later that I learned she stood five feet ten inches.

I started talking with her and learned that she came from Montreal and was traveling to western Canada. She had a French accent, and I melted as she spoke. I couldn’t help but stare at her magnificent breasts, and she must have noticed, because her nipples hardened under the skin-tight sweater that emphasized the shape and size of her bust to the maximum.

During dinner, I learned that she had just left her husband and was planning to return to her career as a model. She explained that she sometimes had difficulty finding modeling jobs because her breasts were so large. I asked if she wanted to come up to my room and smoke a joint after dinner, and she accepted.

As we smoked the Colombian I had rolled, our conversation centered around the effects of marijuana on sex. She explained how the drug increased the intensity of her orgasms, and how she really enjoyed sex after smoking. This sounded as much like an invitation as I’ve ever heard, so I suggested that we go to bed and enjoy the buzz together. At first, she hesitated, explaining that she was concerned about birth control. I had no rubbers with me, but I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip by. I assured her that I’d be careful not to come inside her, and this put her mind at ease.

I quickly stripped and lay on the bed, while she slowly took off her clothes. She wore no bra, and as she lifted her sweater, I was treated to the sight of the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. They were shaped like large, firm melons, and their upturned nipples were about the size of a quarter and stood out hard and proud. She slid off her slacks and stood in front of me for a moment, wearing only her panties. She asked if I thought she was attractive enough to resume her modeling career, striking several poses as she spoke. With this sight in front of me, I could hardly speak, but the biggest hard-on of my life gave her my answer. She looked down at it, pulled off her bikini panties, and said, “I want some of that!”

She then joined me on the bed, and the next hour was pure ecstasy. She was able to express her desires like no other woman I’ve known. She showed me how to suck her nipples and caress her clitoris. Taking my hand, she showed me how to touch her in such a way as to give her the most satisfaction. When we kissed, our tongues wrestled. She tongued my chest and my navel, and licked my cock and balls, bringing me to the brink of orgasm several times. She seemed to sense when I was about to come, and each time she would ease up. She spread apart the lips of her vagina as I flipped her clitoris back and forth with my tongue, which caused her to moan loudly with pleasure. I stuck my tongue into her pussy as far as I could, and she began to writhe wildly on the bed. All of a sudden, she screamed, “I’ve got to feel it in me! Please, put it in me!”

I mounted her and slid my cock into her as deeply as I could. She let out an ear-piercing squeal of delight. For an instant, I was worried that the people in the next room would hear us. But then I thought, “What the hell, let the poor bastards suffer.” She had several orgasms, announcing each with a loud groan.

Finally, I pulled out of her just seconds before I was about to explode. As I lay back, she moved herself to a position where she was lying between my legs with her head above my crotch. She cupped my balls in her hands and kissed them. Then she inserted them into her mouth one at a time and gently sucked on them. After that, she spent some heavenly moments kissing the sensitive area just below them. I’ve never felt such overwhelming pleasure.

She then directed her attention to my cock. Sensing my urgency, she took its entire length into her mouth. Then she withdrew it until just the tip was in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the circumcised knob. Pumping her head up and down, she kept increasing the suction until I finally erupted in her mouth. I’ve never had a stronger orgasm, or one that lasted as long. She swallowed as much as she could, but my come kept oozing from the corners of her mouth and all over her fingers. When she finally lifted her head, she smiled and then started to lick her fingers clean, and her face reflected the intense joy we had both just experienced.

Apparently, I dozed off for a few minutes, for when I opened my eyes, she was fully dressed and standing by the door. I asked what was wrong. She said that nothing was wrong, and that everything about the evening had been wonderful. She was leaving because she wanted to get an early start in the morning, and she was staying at another motel. With that, she blew me a kiss and left before I could protest. I lay on the bed for a while, trying to determine if it had all been a dream, when there was a knock on the door.

There she stood. She walked past me to the ashtray and picked up my gold-plated roach clip, saying, “I just want something to remember you by.” She left without another word.

I was dumbstruck. I had lost my favorite roach clip, but I didn’t care. I have stayed at that motel a number of times since then, and have visited the lounge each time. Sometimes, I even sit through a rerun of “My Three Sons” hoping that lightning may strike twice in the same place.—Name and address withheld

YOUNG MAN DEMONSTRATES THAT FOUR INCHES SUFFICE

I read every issue of Penthouse Letters and find it both interesting and sexually stimulating. It appears that many of the letters you publish deal with generously endowed men. One would almost believe that the less well-hung among us are missing a lot in life. My own cock, when fully erect, stands a brave four inches. I feel that most of these letters about men with gigantic dicks are a crock of shit. The only thing large about any one of these guys is his imagination.

As I stated earlier, four inches is not a hell of a lot. Nevertheless, I often find myself making it with girls equipped with enlarged parking zones, and none of them has ever complained. In my quest for sexual gratification, in fact, I have found the girl of my dreams—an oversexed sixteen-year-old named Cindy.

My affair with Cindy started about a month ago when she came to my house to see my sister, who wasn’t home. I noticed her pretty brown eyes glancing more than casually at my crotch. Her long brown hair fell down around her breasts, which were developed well beyond her age. I guess the thing that turned me on most was the innocent look about this desirable young thing.

We sat and talked for about an hour when suddenly, out of the blue, the conversation took an unexpected turn by her saying, “I could satisfy you better than anyone ever has.” The next thing I knew she was beside me, lustfully rubbing my crotch and kissing me up and down my stomach and chest. Before I could react, she unzipped my pants and started going down on my cock.

As her luscious tongue and lips gently caressed my penis, it quickly rose to its full four inches. Her gentle suction turned into a rough, rapid tongue and lip action. In moments, my balls exploded and I came all over her face. Losing no time, she undressed herself and me, and her innocent expression turned passionate. As she gently mounted my rock-hard cock, I could feel the warm juices of her cunt drowning my nuts. Her pussy was unbelievably tight! What surprised me was the tremendous number of orgasms she achieved as she rode me for the next two hours. She gave me such pleasure as I had never experienced before.

Cindy’s frequent visits have since broadened my sexual horizons, which just goes to prove: “It’s not how long your rope is, it’s how you dangle your knot.”—Name and address withheld

IS THERE ANY BETTER GRADUATION EXERCISES

As a recent graduate of a small, high-powered technical institute in Pasadena, at which the male (mostly nerd) to female (mostly dog) ratio is about ten to one, my list of sexual exploits is not particularly long or exotic. However, one incident, which occurred the night before my commencement, is worthy of your magazine.

Following the graduation dinner that evening, I was talking to some friends when a classmate, Angie, and her friend, Shelly, came over and invited me to share a bottle of champagne with them in Angie’s dorm room. Not being one to turn down a good drink—or the possibility of tastier delights—I said I’d join them after I finished my conversation.

By the time I arrived at Angie’s room, the two girls had already finished one bottle and were just opening the second. Several nerds had also joined the party; so I dropped into a comfortable chair and slowly drank champagne while we all talked and listened to music. Angie and Shelly repeatedly commented that I wasn’t drinking fast enough, which made me wonder if something was up. I decided to test this hypothesis by drinking even more slowly.

Before long, Shelly proclaimed that as an incentive for me to drink more, she would kiss me every time I took a sip. Shelly is a pretty fine-looking lady, especially from the waist up, and I’m sure many guys around campus have fantasized about her; so I decided to take the offer. Several sips and kisses later, one of the nerds announced that he had noticed a correlation between the sip size and the length of the kiss, and he asked what I’d get if I drank a whole glass. Shelly replied that I’d get “a really good kiss.” After I downed a full glass, Shelly and I fell back in a long, deep French kiss.

At this point, the action got too hot for the nerds and they all ran off, except for one who hung around, hoping to get in on the action. Shelly kindly gave him a few consolation kisses and sent him on his way. Then she went to find Angie, who had wandered off down the hall.

When they returned, they locked the door. Things started to happen rather quickly as the two girls literally attacked me. One ripped at my shirt while the other fumbled with my pants. Both had undressed with lightning speed. They were nude and my pants were around my ankles before I could suggest that we move from Angie’s room to my off-campus apartment, which would be much more private.

We got dressed again and drove to my apartment. As soon as we were inside and the door was shut, the girls stripped and climbed into bed. They made love to each other while I undressed and got drinks. I’ve got to admit that I was pretty turned on from watching them and from listening to them moan about how much they loved each other. Eventually, I joined them and made it a threesome. It was the first threesome for both me and Angie. Shelly had previously been to bed with two guys at once, so she sort of directed the action.

The girls decided that I should lie back and let them do the work. Angie straddled my throbbing cock and rode us both to orgasm while Shelly worked on my upper body and rubbed her beautiful tits in my face. Later, Shelly lowered her hot, dripping pussy onto my face and I sucked and nibbled her into delirium. Her come flowed down over my face as she screamed her way to a powerful orgasm. While this was going on, Angie was busy sucking on my cock.

As the night progressed, we tried many other positions. I never did get to fuck Shelly, because she had forgotten her diaphragm and did not trust condoms, explaining that she had had a bad experience with them in the past. Nonetheless, it was a fantastic night. The three of us continued our lovemaking until early the next morning, when the girls left to shower and dress for commencement. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until late in the afternoon, well after the ceremony had ended.—A.F., Pasadena, California

“UNDERFUCKED” GIRL DOES SOME HEAVY CATCHING UP

Well, I never thought I would be writing you guys a letter. Like most readers, I’ve had my doubts about some of the letters you publish. However, after last night, I have no more doubts.

Having just moved to the central California coast from San Diego, I was looking forward to starting a new semester. However, I was not looking forward to not knowing anyone. My first class was music appreciation. When I arrived, I was a little surprised to see it so full. In fact, there were only two vacant seats in the class. I sat in one and put my motorcycle helmet in the other. About five minutes later, I heard a voice say, “Is that seat taken?” I looked up and damn near creamed my jeans. Not more than a foot away was a gorgeous blonde with nice, full tits and a body that would more than do justice to your fine magazine. Anyway, Nancy sat down, and we started talking. Conversation went from school to parents, drugs, and the like. When class was over, we both had a free hour, so I suggested a cup of coffee. She agreed, and we started walking over to the dining area. I am nuts about blondes, and Nancy even had blond eyelashes! I was going nuts while I was trying to imagine what her pussy looked like.

Maybe I should pause to describe myself. I’m five feet ten inches, weigh one hundred sixty pounds, and have dark brown hair and green eyes. Actually, I’m fairly average-looking. One thing the girls all say, however, is that my eyes are a turn-on, so I guess they are my best feature. I’m saying all this to show that I don’t have a huge, muscular body like some of the men I’ve read of in Penthouse Letters.

Nancy and I sat and rapped about everything. When the conversation switched to sex, I found out that she had only had one boyfriend, and when they had finally fucked and Nancy lost her cherry, the dude had dropped her. She impressed me as open and honest, so I asked her what she did when she got horny. She smiled and asked me what I did. Nuff said, right? Anyway, Nancy jumped up and said she had to go to class. When she stood up, she knocked a book off the table. I bent down to get it and collided with those luscious tits as I came back up, for Nancy had bent over me. My view afforded me a great look at her tits, and I was happy to see that she made no effort to move. We just laughed, and then she split. As she walked away, I got real horny watching her. The sunlight coming through the doors gave me a great view of her legs through her dress.

Soon classes were over, and I was headed for the parking lot when I noticed Nancy at the pay telephone. I asked her if anything was wrong, and she said her car was fucked up. Being the gallant gentleman that I am, I offered her a lift on my bike, which she accepted. When she got on, her dress crept up to her thighs, and the sight of that gave me an instant hard-on. I caught Nancy looking at it, but she didn’t say anything.

When we got to her apartment, she invited me up for a joint and some lines. While I rolled a joint, Nancy went to the bathroom. When she came I out, we did the coke and lit the joint. Man, was I high! When we finished the joint, Nancy leaned against me and thanked me for the ride. I responded by putting my arm around her and kissing the back of her neck. She quickly turned around and gave me a deep French kiss, while one hand rested on my crotch. I cupped one of her tits with one hand and unzipped her dress with the other. I could feel her nipple harden under my touch. I quickly undressed and led Nancy back to the bedroom. We fell on her bed in an embrace. I kissed and nibbled her tits until they were at full attention. I was a little surprised to see that they remained perfectly upright and firm, with those delicious quarter-size nipples all erect. Nancy was moaning from the workout I was giving her and she begged me to fuck her, but I had a few other ideas in mind, first.

When I was through with her tits, I slowly kissed my way down her flat tummy to her panties. They were soaked, and there was a huge, dark stain on the blue silk. I jokingly said that she didn’t get to the head in time. She said between gasps that it had been that way ever since she was on my bike. I kissed and licked the edge of her panties and slowly pulled them off. By now, Nancy was a wildcat. I blew on her pussy, very happy to see soft, blond pussy hair. It was the color of wheat, and was she wet! She said, “My God, are you going to put your tongue in there?” I guess her last boyfriend, when he got past the grope sessions, didn’t do a whole lot with her besides fucking her that once. I smiled and shot my tongue deep inside, sucking on the lips. Nancy arched her back and screamed with pleasure when I nibbled her clit. She came in waves, and I flipped her over and went to work on her ass, watching that puckered little hole contract as I ran my tongue from her pussy right up her crack. She was almost delirious, having climaxed five or six times. I rolled her back over, and slowly entered her. I’m no John C. Holmes, but my six and one-half inches seemed like enough. One thing, when I’m high, I can fuck forever. For an underfucked chick like Nancy, I thought, she sure was enjoying herself. After about fifteen minutes, I could tell she was starting to come again, so I began to really pump. Just as I started to shoot, Nancy started bucking and damn near threw me off the bed. Then she grabbed my ass and pulled my cock in even farther, until we were both spent. I lay down on top of her, and we kissed, then fell asleep, my prick still in her.

This morning was even better. Nancy’s learning how to give head, and I am one patient teacher! One thing, though. I asked her what it was that had attracted her to me. She said my eyes really turned her on. Thank God for green eyes!—Name and address withheld

SEXY BLOND’S RESPONSE WARMS THE COCKLES OF SURVEYOR’S COCK

The other day I was going door-to-door with a questionnaire issued by the company I work for. Since my girlfriend had long been out on the West Coast attending college, my mind was on sex. I got hotter and hotter each time a sexy woman invited me into her mid-Manhattan apartment after I requested her participation. Several times I was tempted to make advances, but I kept reminding myself that I had shown my ID card and I’d be risking being reported to the company.

It was near the end of a long, hot afternoon, and I knocked on yet another door, although I didn’t know at the time that it would be the final one. I heard footsteps approaching the door, the peephole cover being lifted and the chain lock being removed. I thought it was unusual that the occupant didn’t ask who I was, since I’d heard that there had been a lot of crime in that neighborhood recently. The door opened slowly, revealing a tall, sumptuous blonde. At first, only her seductive face showed, but as she looked me up and down a smile slowly came to her face and she drew the door back more. My cock almost popped out of my pants. She was wearing a short, black lace negligee with a plunging neckline. I almost went cross-eyed as I followed it to two huge and beautifully shaped tits. Her skin was snow-white, and the black lace made her look tantalizing. I was so fascinated with her gorgeous breasts that I almost didn’t see her black garter belt and black stockings. I was ready to come in my pants when, without a word, she motioned me into her apartment. I gulped, walked in and sat down on the couch.

She locked the door, walked very slowly to the couch and sat down next to me. When she asked how she could help me, I nervously explained that I wanted to interview her. She said warmly, “Go right ahead.” I began asking questions, which she answered with a brief yes or no.

After about the tenth question she began to run her hand through my hair very slowly. When I looked over at her, she was licking her lips. I simply had no choice. I put down the clipboard, dropped the pen and put my arms around her. She fell backward, pulling me on top of her. As we French-kissed I ran my hands up under her negligee and kneaded her beautiful breasts. She moaned with pleasure but pushed me off her and began to undress me. As she did, I ran my hands along her long, shapely legs. When I was completely naked, I took off her negligee but left the garter belt and stockings on. (Garter belts have always driven me wild.) We lay on our sides and kissed again as she stroked my throbbing cock and grabbed its head. Then she slid down to it, pushing me onto my back. She began to lick the in-sides of my thighs with her tongue, slowly working her way up to my balls. She flicked her tongue against one and then the other. Then she sucked one into her mouth, pulling the shaft up against her face. Next, she released my ball and lifted her face up, licking the shaft as she went. I was ready to explode all over her, but she refused to let me come yet. She licked all around the shaft of my dick while her hand played with my balls.

After a few enticing minutes of this, she slid up again and said, “Now you.” I knew what she meant, so I slid down to take a look at her beautiful blond bush. I spread her legs and licked my way up her warm thighs as wetly as I could manage. When I got up to her cunt, I spread the lips wide with my thumbs while I cupped her tight ass with my other fingers. I quickly drove my tongue into her. Then I flicked it over her clit until she came in an explosive orgasm. Before she had time to recover I slid up on top of her, driving my aching cock into her wet pussy. She moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around my back, sliding her feet up and down my ass. Minutes later I came in a tremendous rush, and I set off another intense orgasm in her.

We continued to fuck, suck and lick each other merrily throughout the night. I didn’t finish my quota of questionnaires that day, but I got the answer I wanted.—Name and address withheld

AQUATIC STRIPTEASE WINS HIM FLOATING FUCK WITH WIFE’S FRIEND

One hot Sunday afternoon I was swimming in my backyard pool while my wife, Amy, was in the house, chatting with her best friend, Denise. After a while I came in. When the women saw me in my tight trunks, Amy took off her shirt, revealing her stunning figure clad only in a bikini that showed most of her tits. I’m a breast man, so in no time at all my trunks showed quite a bulge.

Denise was quite impressed. She remarked, “You must be pretty well hung.” Then she said to Amy, “Mind if I check him out?” Since my wife and I have always been proud of my meat, she agreed enthusiastically.

I instantly pulled my suit down under my cock and balls. Denise came over, fondled them and commented, “Mmmm, you’ve really got nice equipment.” Then she went over and whispered softly in Amy’s ear.

When she finished, Amy said, “Sure, go right ahead.”

Denise then returned to me, put her hands on my chest and said, “Now you just stay right there and I’ll be right back.” With my cock hard enough to drill through a wall, I waited for Denise. Two minutes later, she came back, clad only in pink bikini underwear. “First,” she said, “let’s get rid of this bathing suit.” Then she pulled my trunks off, blindfolded me and told me her plan: “We’re going to go into the pool together, and the object of our game is for you, blindfolded, to remove my underwear. Once you’ve done that, we’re gonna fuck right in the pool! Now how are you going to know where I am? Only one way; I will be holding your cock at all times!”

Then she led me, by the cock, outside in front of the pool. Amy followed, slapping me playfully on the ass, and chortled, “Good luck, stud!”

Denise reached around with her left hand, clutched my balls and said, “Oh, I’m sure he’ll do just fine!”

Denise took her left hand off my cock but kept her right one wrapped tightly around it. Then she declared, “At the count of three, we’ll jump in. Ready? One, two, three, jump!” The game really wasn’t hard at all, and in no time I had stripped her bare. She removed the blindfold, and we grabbed each other and fucked wildly in the pool. It was so good that we easily could have won a pool-sex championship! Best of all, during our little game, these two beautiful dominatrices gave me nothing to fear, only breathless excitement and anticipation. That’s what made it all the more fun. When I’m being dominated, I want love and I get it. That’s why I love Amy so much. She knows how to lay it on me right, even in sharing me. That’s a marriage that shouldn’t be changed!—P.M., Sacramento, California