Letters to Penthouse XXXIV (29 page)

As the dancing and drinking continued, the guys kept complimenting Joan on her body, and I could see that she was eating it
up. It was really a big ego trip for her, and I could tell she was pleased.

When we all took another break, I went around the room lighting candles, then put some dreamy, romantic music on the stereo.
I moved the coffee table to the center of the room, then went and got a blanket and a pillow and placed them on the table.
I then went over to Joan, took her by the hand, led her to the table, and told her to lie down.

She looked at me suspiciously. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked me.

“Believe me, darling,” I told her, “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. Just say the word and we can stop any
time. I just want this to be one night you will never forget.”

For a moment I didn’t think she was going to do it. But after looking into my eyes for a moment, she looked around at the
other guys, all of them naked, some of them still hard.

“Well, it’s my birthday,” she said again finally. “And this will only happen once.” And she lay down on the table.

I then directed Ari to kneel at the foot of the table, and had two of the other guys kneel on each side, while I stood at
the head. I told Ari to start eating Joan’s pussy, and the two guys nearest me on either side to suck on her breasts. Their
lips soon enveloped her erect nipples, while Ari spread her legs and suckled at her vagina, all of which made her gasp with
excitement. I told her to reach out and take hold of the dicks of the other two guys, which she did. I then lowered my own
stiff cock to her lips, which she immediately opened, and I entered her mouth.

It was quite a picture. There was my naked lady being eaten out by one guy, her tits being sucked and nibbled on by two others,
while slowly jerking off two more dicks with her hands and blowing me, all at the same time—and she was enjoying every minute
of it.

God, she was so hot! She let out a series of muffled moans and incoherent whimpers. Soon I could see that she was getting
close to climax. Her eyes were wide and wild, and her inner thighs started to twitch. Her body was moving up and down, slowly
at first, but then faster. Her breathing was loud and fast. Her moans got louder around my dick, and her eyes rolled up in
her head. She looked gorgeous, her body glistening with sweat, as she twisted and convulsed in orgasm.

Her second orgasm was more intense than the first, and after that we stopped to give her a break. I brought her another drink
and helped her to sit up. She was still recovering from her orgasm, a big smile of satisfaction on her face. She tried to
stand up, but her legs gave out and she slowly sank to a sitting position on the floor.

While she was sitting there I said, “I have a novel birthday cake for you.” I told the guys to stand around her in a circle,
their erect or semierect cocks about a foot from her head. I then took out a can of ReddiWip and sprayed a generous dollop
of delicious cream on the head of each cock as we sang “Happy Birthday” to her.

“And now I suppose you want me to eat all of this delicious cake,” Joan said, grinning up at me.

“It’s up to you,” I said. “All of us are your presents, and you can do what you want with us. Right, guys?”

Nobody objected.

“Okay, then I call the shots now,” Joan said. “Tell you what,” she directed me. “Why don’t you lie down here on your stomach
and lick my clit.” As she said that she brought her knees up and spread her thighs apart. I lay down on the floor on my front
and lowered my head between her thighs, I breathed in her sexy aroma. My tongue found her clit and I started to lick and stroke
it. As I did this Joan reached for the two dicks closest to her mouth and sucked the whipped cream off them, first one and
then the other. She then turned her head 90 degrees to the right, then 90 degrees to the left, and sucked those two cocks
clean. The fifth guy came around to stand in front of her, and she licked him clean, too.

Then she got up and lay back on the table. “You continue eating my pussy,” she said to me, “while I give these other beautiful
cocks some real attention.” She then proceeded to blow each of the guys in turn while I ate her out, swallowing each one’s
come before moving on to the next. When she finished with the last one, she directed him to replace me at her pussy so she
could blow me, too.

After that we stopped again to rest, make some pit stops, and have another drink. By this time it was after midnight. “Hey,
guys,” Joan said, “this is the best birthday party I ever had. Now for the finale, here’s what I want.” She lay back down
on the table and requested us all to assume our original positions. I went back to her head and Ari to her feet, with two
guys kneeling on either side, as before. For several minutes we went at it again, me fucking her mouth, Ari eating her pussy,
two guys sucking her tits while she jerked off the last two.

This went on until Joan came again. She pulled her mouth from my cock as she gasped out her climax. When she recovered her
breath she told Ari to move up, jerk himself off, and come on her chest. As he did this, one of the men she’d been stroking
took his place at her pussy. She then told me she was going to finish blowing me, and she wanted me to come on her stomach.
Her wish was my command.

The other guy she’d been jerking off got the next blowjob and came on her left boob, near her shoulder. After that she sucked
off the two guys who had been feasting on her tits, and each of them came on the tit he’d been sucking.

The last guy, the one who was now eating her, was then told to move around into a 69, so he could continue to suck her pussy
while fucking her mouth with his dick. He did that, and after about five minutes he yelled that he was going to come. Joan’s
hands shot up, each grabbing a cheek of his ass as he spurted his load deep into her throat. She sat up, took another sip
of her drink and started to massage all the come we had shot on her into her tits and stomach. “Now that’s what I call a real
beauty treatment—pure protein,” she said with a laugh. She then got up and said, “I’m going to take a shower, and the guy
with the biggest dick can scrub my back.”

We then had a measuring contest to compare dick lengths. It turned out that Ari had an eight-and-a-half-inch dick, and he
was the winner. He went into the bathroom, and for the next 20 minutes we heard a lot of laughter and giggling over the sound
of the shower running. When they emerged, Joan had on a white terrycloth robe, and Ari was wrapped in a towel.

Joan gave each of the guys a peck on the cheek and a squeeze of the cock. “Thanks, boys,” she told them. “You made a 50-year-old
lady feel very damn good. Thanks to you guys and my dear friend here, I’ll never forget it as long as I live. Maybe we can
get together again on my 55th—and for a weekend on my 60th, as I expect things will take longer then.”

We all laughed, and the guys quickly got dressed. She gave each one a passionate good-bye kiss as they left.

I stayed behind, and there was a big grin on my face as she closed the door. “Not bad for an old broad,” I said. “You tired
them young bucks out!”

“Hell,” she said, “the way I was wound up, if I’d had some rubbers in the house, I would have fucked them, too. I might have
been dead in the morning, but I’d have had a smile on my face!” And we both laughed.

—D.L., Detroit, Michigan
     

Last year my wife, Julie, and I were at a nude resort that we frequent. On our first day there, we were at the pool when this
friendly guy came over and introduced himself. He said his name was Paul and he would like to give my wife a massage. Julie
wasn’t too sure what to make of this at first, but she always enjoyed a good massage, so we went with him to his cabin. There
he had her lie on a table and asked her if he could do her breasts, which are big and beautiful. She said okay, and when he
finished he gave her several long full body strokes, including two up between her legs. All the way home Julie talked about
how wonderful the massage was, and how it was the best she’d ever had. She said she hoped he would do her again. I said I
was sure he’d be interested, as I had noticed him getting an erection as he rubbed her down. Julie said she didn’t care, and
that anything he wanted to do was just fine with her.

We saw Paul again the next day, and he gladly agreed to another session. Once the massage started, Julie went into a state
of euphoria. Her eyes were shut, her face was lit up, and she was moaning loudly. Near the end Paul spread her legs and smoothly
slipped his cock inside her. She continued to moan, but didn’t open her eyes.

“Honey,” I said, “Paul’s fucking you. Is that okay?” She just nodded yes, with a glazed look in her eyes, and with that I
moved up and put my cock in her mouth. We gave it to her for quite a while, until Paul suggested we swap places. I moved around
to fuck her, and he brought his cock to her face so she could lick it, and then lick his balls. After a while he moved around,
rolled her on her side, and banged her for another half hour, until he came.

After that Julie and I went back to the pool, but she seemed to be in a daze. Two hours later she said she wanted to go back
and give Paul some more pleasure, adding that she owed it to him for the wonderful time he had given her. So we did.

This time, after playing with her for a while, Paul said he wanted to climb on, and Julie spread her legs and told him to
go ahead. This time she was wide awake, and she wrapped her legs around him and they really went to town. Then she said she
wanted to ride him, so he lay down and she happily climbed on, sliding his cock into her pussy and saying how good it felt.
I hopped up on the table and my put cock into her mouth. Paul said her lips looked great wrapped around my dick, and he wanted
to try it, since she had only licked him before. So we lay her back down and took turns fucking her mouth and her pussy for
at least an hour. Julie came and came, her orgasms getting stronger and stronger, and I think she would have just kept having
them forever, but at last Paul and I were both worn out.

When we left I gave Paul our number in the city, and Julie said she couldn’t wait to do it again, this time in a bed. Eventually
we did, but that’s another story.

—G.V., Tampa, Florida
     

Last Friday night, as usual, my husband and I met our friends and their kids up at our private campsite. We had supper and
put the kids to bed. Then we adults sat around the campfire with a few bottles of wine, telling war stories of what happened
that week.

It wasn’t long before the men, stretching and yawning, declared themselves ready for bed. But I was just winding down from
the day. I was set to party more. I mean, hello! It wasn’t even midnight! I saw my girlfriend Josie was feeling the same way.
We looked at each other, rolling our eyes.

One by one the men went off to their campers with their wives. Josie and I told our husbands we’d be in right after we tidied
up the site.

I was picking up what my kids had left behind when I noticed Josie was gone. I searched the campsite and found her leaning
against the back of one of the campers, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the stars. Her long dark hair glistened in the
moonlight. Music was coming faintly from one of the campers. Josie was pulsing to Al Green. I watched a few moments and felt
that twitch in my clit I get when I’m aroused. I breathed deeply, squeezing my thigh muscles. My heart was racing. I tweaked
my nipples through my shirt.

I gasped at what I was thinking. Josie turned and said, “Hey, whatcha doing?”

“I was just . . . I was . . . watching you,” I confessed.

Smiling, she said seductively, “A little turned on, are we?” When I didn’t say anything, she said, “Hey, let’s dance in the
moonlight.”

I said, “What about the men? The kids?”

“Oh, they’re probably all asleep by now,” she said.