Letters to Penthouse XI by Penthouse International Page B

spasming asshole milked me to a wrenching climax, and I poured my come like an erupting volcano into Michelle's derriere. As I collapsed on the bed beside them, the women fell into each other's arms, kissing deeply.
    Michelle stayed in town for several more days, and we continued our erotic activity. I fucked both her and my wife in the ass, cunt and mouth so often that I began to wonder how long I could go on, and I never tired of watching them eat each other out. I even fucked Michelle one time while she talked to her husband on the phone.
    We are planning to do it again the next time Michelle comes to town, which I sure hope will be soon. Needless to say, this was the best anniversary present I have ever received!—
F.L., Cincinnati, Ohio
    A GAL NEEDS A PERSONAL LIFE—SOMETIMES A COUPLE OF PERSONS
    I am a single mother in my early thirties, blonde with greenish eyes. I work hard to keep my figure as trim as possible. I am not entirely convinced that my efforts have succeeded, but I love the attention I get from men when I walk down the street or go to the gym.
    As a working professional, I have never devoted as much time to my personal life as I guess I should have. The demands of a legal career, and my own ambition, have cost me one marriage and several other relationships. So when my ex-husband has his two weekends a month with our daughter, I like to go out on the town.
    One Friday evening not long before Christmas, a girlfriend and I decided we would check out a new dance bar that had recently opened. She had heard that it was a fun place and that there were a fair number of single guys around our age. We were not disappointed, and we had a great time. I probably had a few too many drinks, but the atmosphere and my mood combined to encourage me to just let go.
    Around eleven, while Marie and I were sitting around at our table and chatting about nothing, two men approached and asked if they could buy us a drink. I was about to say no when I realized that I knew one of them. Maurice had been a lawyer in my ex-husband's firm. He is black, about six feet tall, with a shaved head, and wears a small diamond stud in his left ear. He doesn't look like a lawyer, but I have seen him work and he is very good. Someone once told me that wearing an earring on the left side meant you were gay, but that certainly isn't the case with him. The reason he had had to leave the firm was because he got one of the secretaries pregnant.
    As usual, Maurice was immaculately dressed, and when he smiled down at me for the first time, I realized why so many women I had known thought he was extremely good-looking. After brief intros and a few minutes of idle talk, Marie and Rich, the other guy, got up to go to the dance floor. Maurice and I were now alone at the table. Before they left, we had just been catching up on old times. As soon as they were gone, he really got sexual, and before I realized it, his words were affecting me.
    Maurice told me that he knew I liked sex, that my husband had told him that when we did make love, I enjoyed it. He asked me if I had ever been with a black man. I told him that I once went down on a black guy at a college party, but we never fucked. He said that he wanted to be my first and, taking my hand, pulled it to his crotch and began to rub it over what seemed to be a large, erect penis. I guess his talk was affecting him also.
    At first, I was afraid someone might see us. Maurice held my hand firm and said no one was even looking at us, which was true. He kept rubbing, and I kept getting wetter. I knew my nipples were showing through my blouse, and my breathing became shorter. He leaned over, licked behind my ear and whispered that he wanted to rock me all night. Right then I came, and he knew I was his.
    We all left shortly after, with Marie and Rich following Maurice and me to his apartment. We all knew what was going to happen, though Marie was a little less certain. She had a reputation for being slow with