Many women tell me that they envy my sex life and wish they could get away with my lack of inhibition, enthusiastic emphasis on bedroom activity, and determination to monopolize my husband erotically. I tell them to let themselves go, and I am quite sure some of them have done so, even after years of lukewarm, married sex.
— Name and address withheld
Blindman’s Buff
Here is what I think is a great party game, one that we students at a good Arizona college originated. It was a sultry evening, and we had a party at a male student’s apartment. As it was the beginning of the term, we didn’t know one another too well. There was one boy who had great physical attraction for me, but it was impossible to get to know him, what with a full curriculum and sports activities, and he seemed to care little for females. I’d begun fantasizing about him, but that night was my chance.
The game goes like this: Each boy or girl can cross the line and kiss someone of his (or her) choice, then follow it up with one minute of mild petting. Then the boys are sent out of the room while the girls undress. Each participant must wear a paper bag with eyeholes over his or her head to blind them and to make facial recognition impossible. The boys, fully clothed with paper bags over their heads, now enter. They grope for the object of their desire and hopefully, after much manhandling, recognize her through how they imagined she would feel like. After each boy thinks he has found who he was looking for, he puts a label with his name on it on her behind. Now the boys undress, and the girls try to identify the boys of their desire by running their hands all over each one. I imagined my fellow to be fairly well endowed, with hair on his chest and some on his belly. After about five or six explorations, during which I gauged for height, muscle tone, penis size, and hairiness, I found him-only he was smooth-skinned, had a lovely muscle tone, and what a straightforward erection! I was so sure it was him, I tried to kiss him, but then I remembered that big shopping bag on his head. I put a label with my signature on one of his hard ass cheeks.
When we took those silly bags off our heads, there was great rejoicing. I inspected the label on my ass, and lo and behold, there was my name on it with his signature.
The prize for mutual recognition was a nearby motel room, prepaid. Now Freddy lives with me.
— Name and address withheld
For a Better Head.
My boyfriend sure enjoys his blowjobs, and I usually don’t mind giving them, but several weeks ago, he asked me to go down on him when I had a terrible cold. I didn’t feel like it, but after a little persuasion, I went and did it. I did not take the mentholated cough drop out of my mouth, and he said it added a special tingle to the head of his cock. In no time at all, he was coming like mad! He said that it was so good, we should share it with the public.
— Name and address withheld
A Pearl of an Idea
Last Valentine’s eve was a night I’ll never forget. George gave me the sexiest teddy I’d ever seen, and I just had to try it on right away while he opened a bottle of wine. We started to play cards, which then turned into strip poker. But since I was only wearing one article of clothing, we had to change the rules. The winner of each round was granted a sexual favor by the other. I was feeling good, wearing this little teddy, and George was ready. . but rules are rules. Unfortunately, I was not very successful at the game, and George started the requests.
The first was for me to fuck him in my favorite position. Well, I have lots of favorites. We became really hot as we explored new favorites. .
His second request was that I masturbate in front of him. I had never done that before, but nothing would stop me that night. I began rubbing myself and putting my fingers in my crotch, feeling good all over. I was moaning very loudly. George stood next to me, watching as he stroked the biggest, hardest cock a girl could want. Seeing him, I fingered myself faster until I was about to come. Then I jumped on top of him, and we fucked until we both exploded. I was shaking.
George pulled out a copy of Penthouse that was next to the bed, and I started reading the “Forum” letters aloud. We both got really horny from this, and my voice started cracking. That was when I announced it was my turn for a request. I stated that we would act out the next letter we read. He couldn’t believe it, because some of them are really wild!
While George went to the kitchen for more wine, I read the next letter and prepared myself accordingly.
When he returned I asked him to read the letter. After he finished he turned to me and asked if I had a pearl necklace. I smiled and guided him down to my crotch. He went crazy when he saw the pearl sticking out. He pulled the rest out with his teeth, really slow. The letter was right-it felt as good coming out as it did going in. George and I spent the rest of the night playing our new game.
His last request was that I write to Penthouse and tell you how much we enjoy the letters.
— G. Y., New York
Porch Swinging
After my husband and I had enjoyed a leisurely dinner of barbecued steaks and a bottle of wine, things began to heat up. Sitting on the porch swing, we began to fondle each other and were soon tugging at our clothes and petting each other frantically. Ed pulled my shorts off, got on his knees, and plowed into my wet crotch with his tongue. As I massaged my hard nipples, he licked and tickled my erect clitoris. I moaned and squirmed as my breathing became out of control. I begged Ed to fill my aching hole with his enormous hard-on.
He stood up just long enough to pull his shorts down, then he lay down on his back on the porch and I eagerly slipped my soaking pussy over the head of his cock, slamming it down on his shaft. We bounced and moaned, gyrated, and eventually screamed as we came together. We stayed on the floor for about ten minutes holding each other, then went into the house to fuck again.
We were just about to get in the shower when the doorbell rang. Ed’s hard-on was at full height again, so I put on my robe and went to the door. Our neighbor Doug was there with his girlfriend Stacy. Doug smiled widely, said he knew he was interrupting something, and began waving the videocassette he was holding.
By the time we all got to the living room, Doug had the VCR and TV ready to go. The tape started out with shots of his other neighbor’s garage roof, the shingles going in and out of focus. Sensing our growing anger, Doug quickly told us to keep watching because the good stuff was just about to start.
I noticed then that Stacy was gently massaging Doug’s crotch. Just as I thought Oh no. He wouldn’t, I saw our porch come into focus. And sure enough, there I was with my shirt pushed up over my breasts and Ed’s head bobbing between my thighs. We just sat there with our mouths hanging open as the camera zoomed in on Ed’s tongue darting about in my crotch.
When I turned around, Doug and Stacy were groping each other passionately and pulling off their clothes. I watched in amazement as they quickly disrobed and began licking and sucking each other everywhere. I noticed that Ed’s reaction to all this was to masturbate under his robe. Without another thought, I flopped down to the floor and began to suck that great big hard-on. As I licked up and down, I could feel my crotch getting wet. I felt someone’s hands pull my robe up off my bottom, then a tongue licking my soaked crotch. When I looked around, I was surprised-and very excited-to discover that it was Stacy who was so expertly licking my twat.
I could hear Doug moaning and I knew he had mounted Stacy and was having the ride of his life. I bobbed my head over Ed’s thrusting hardness while Stacy ate away at my hot snatch and Doug pounded her from behind. The room was filled with shouts of ecstasy and the smell of sex as Doug’s moans told us that he was about to come. At this signal Ed began eagerly humping my mouth, and Stacy’s excitement was beginning to improve her agility in licking my sopping pussy. We all came in one shattering orgasmic wave from Doug to Ed.