Letters to Penthouse XXXVI by Penthouse International
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never felt so hot and inviting, and the urge to ejaculate was almost too much to control. I pumped in and out of
her a few times without realizing that Jodie had slid out from under Dorothy and was in the process of removing the strap-on
harness from my wife and placing it on herself.
“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” said Dorothy, glancing back at me. “But let Jodie do me now.”
I glanced over at the orange-haired girl. Suddenly I thought nothing in the world could possibly be sexier than watching my
wife getting fucked by this dildo-wearing beauty. Jodie stood behind her, stroking the phallus as if she had been born with
it. I moved back to my original seat, but Dorothy quickly motioned me onto the bed. Soon I was lying with my hands tangled
in her long blonde hair as she brought my hardened flesh into her cozy mouth. At the same time, Jodie shunted the full length
of the juicy dildo up into my wife and started to pound away. With every thrust Dorothy’s eyes widened like saucers as she
sucked at my root, her left hand pumping at the base of my shaft.
Dorothy moaned loudly and I could tell that she was firmly in the grip of another orgasm. As her suctioning mouth squeezed
around my flesh, I felt my balls swell and tighten. When I came it was like I had shot a rocket from my toes. Dorothy’s expression
was one of pure erotic bliss as she sucked every drop of semen out of me. Finally she fell forward, panting loudly, shaking
her head and waving Jodie off. The orange-haired girl pulled out with an obscene squeaky-wet plop and collapsed onto the bed
next to us. All three of us rested in the humid heat of our sweaty, sex-sated bodies.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Dorothy said, cuddling up in my arms. “I hope you liked your gift as much as I did.”
I smiled broadly. “I can’t wait until my fortieth,” I said.
—Mr. M.D., Wisconsin
Good Things Come in Big Packages, Too
There’s something really exciting about getting a surprise package in the mail—I’m sure most people would agree with me on
that point. The other day, the UPS guy rang my doorbell and handed me a box wrapped in brown paper. My heart started to flutter
and then I realized that it was just a sweater I’d ordered from a catalog and then promptly forgotten about. Not quite what
I was hoping for, but it did spark the following fantasy:
It was my birthday, and other than a few phone calls, it had been a mostly uneventful day. Then, at about 8:00 p.m., the doorbell
rang. When I answered it, I found two deliverymen standing there with a very large box. One handed me a clipboard to sign
while the other asked where I wanted it. Since I had no idea what the box contained, I told them to put it in the foyer.
I opened the attached card and saw that it was from my best friend, Lauren. Since she knows me better than anyone else in
the world, I knew the gift would be something really cool. Quickly, I began opening the box, and as I did, I was sure that
I felt it move. Nevertheless, I kept ripping and tearing at it, and felt something move again. I peeked in cautiously and
roared with laughter. It was a naked man! Now I ripped the box wide open, impatient to get at my gift. Not only was it a man,
it was a good-looking one, with his hands bound behind him, a gag in his mouth, and a piece of paper taped to his butt. I
grabbed it and read:
“I am Greg, your sex slave. I am yours until midnight for your pleasure. Do with me as you wish.”
I looked at the clock and noticed that it was already almost nine o’clock, which left me three hours to play. I wondered where
I should start. Greg’s large cock looked good enough to eat. But my pussy was tingling by then, and I decided that since he
was my slave, if anyone was going to be doing any eating, it should be him. So I told Greg to get on his knees so that I could
undo the fastenings of his gag. Greg breathed a sigh of relief at having the rubber ball
her a few times without realizing that Jodie had slid out from under Dorothy and was in the process of removing the strap-on
harness from my wife and placing it on herself.
“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” said Dorothy, glancing back at me. “But let Jodie do me now.”
I glanced over at the orange-haired girl. Suddenly I thought nothing in the world could possibly be sexier than watching my
wife getting fucked by this dildo-wearing beauty. Jodie stood behind her, stroking the phallus as if she had been born with
it. I moved back to my original seat, but Dorothy quickly motioned me onto the bed. Soon I was lying with my hands tangled
in her long blonde hair as she brought my hardened flesh into her cozy mouth. At the same time, Jodie shunted the full length
of the juicy dildo up into my wife and started to pound away. With every thrust Dorothy’s eyes widened like saucers as she
sucked at my root, her left hand pumping at the base of my shaft.
Dorothy moaned loudly and I could tell that she was firmly in the grip of another orgasm. As her suctioning mouth squeezed
around my flesh, I felt my balls swell and tighten. When I came it was like I had shot a rocket from my toes. Dorothy’s expression
was one of pure erotic bliss as she sucked every drop of semen out of me. Finally she fell forward, panting loudly, shaking
her head and waving Jodie off. The orange-haired girl pulled out with an obscene squeaky-wet plop and collapsed onto the bed
next to us. All three of us rested in the humid heat of our sweaty, sex-sated bodies.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Dorothy said, cuddling up in my arms. “I hope you liked your gift as much as I did.”
I smiled broadly. “I can’t wait until my fortieth,” I said.
—Mr. M.D., Wisconsin
Good Things Come in Big Packages, Too
There’s something really exciting about getting a surprise package in the mail—I’m sure most people would agree with me on
that point. The other day, the UPS guy rang my doorbell and handed me a box wrapped in brown paper. My heart started to flutter
and then I realized that it was just a sweater I’d ordered from a catalog and then promptly forgotten about. Not quite what
I was hoping for, but it did spark the following fantasy:
It was my birthday, and other than a few phone calls, it had been a mostly uneventful day. Then, at about 8:00 p.m., the doorbell
rang. When I answered it, I found two deliverymen standing there with a very large box. One handed me a clipboard to sign
while the other asked where I wanted it. Since I had no idea what the box contained, I told them to put it in the foyer.
I opened the attached card and saw that it was from my best friend, Lauren. Since she knows me better than anyone else in
the world, I knew the gift would be something really cool. Quickly, I began opening the box, and as I did, I was sure that
I felt it move. Nevertheless, I kept ripping and tearing at it, and felt something move again. I peeked in cautiously and
roared with laughter. It was a naked man! Now I ripped the box wide open, impatient to get at my gift. Not only was it a man,
it was a good-looking one, with his hands bound behind him, a gag in his mouth, and a piece of paper taped to his butt. I
grabbed it and read:
“I am Greg, your sex slave. I am yours until midnight for your pleasure. Do with me as you wish.”
I looked at the clock and noticed that it was already almost nine o’clock, which left me three hours to play. I wondered where
I should start. Greg’s large cock looked good enough to eat. But my pussy was tingling by then, and I decided that since he
was my slave, if anyone was going to be doing any eating, it should be him. So I told Greg to get on his knees so that I could
undo the fastenings of his gag. Greg breathed a sigh of relief at having the rubber ball