I love Penthouse. I guess I’m not the only 25-year-old woman who reads your magazine, but it’s not the kind of thing that I talk about with my friends — or my boyfriends, for that matter.

Anyway, I wanted to let you know just how much I enjoyed the August 2001 issue, particularly the photo feature “The Wall.” I thought that it was sexy and very well done. It reminded me of something that happened a few years ago when I was attending the University of Maryland.

A friend of mine told me about a keg party at a house off campus. I didn’t have anything better to do, so I decided to stop by and see what was happening. When I got there at about 6 p.m., I could tell that the thing was going to be a huge success. There were already more than a hundred people milling around, and the music could be heard a block away. I got a soda and some food and then mingled around the yard, chatting with friends and dancing. About an hour later I overheard some talk about something going on upstairs that involved girls giving head through a hole in the wall of one of the bedrooms. It sounded outrageous, but it wouldn’t have been the craziest thing I had ever heard of.

I decided to take a look. I stood at the foot of the stairs and looked up. It was dark up there, but I could make out two doors and a couple of guys standing in the hallway. Then the door on the left opened, a guy came out, and a guy from the hall went in, closing the door behind him. Well, I thought, if it’s true, then I know which room is which.

I found myself wondering who the girls might be and if I knew them. I tiptoed upstairs to the second floor, stopping at the first door and lightly tapping on it. It opened just a crack and a girl’s voice whispered, “Yeah? What do you want?” I said I just wanted to see what was going on, and she said, “Sure. Come on in. Maybe you can give us some help.” She was giggling.

I stepped inside, and the door was locked behind me. It was very dark in there, the only light coming from two or three candles. I found my way to a corner to get out of the way, and sat on a small chair by a desk while my eyes became accustomed to the darkness.

On the opposite wall all the plasterboard had been carefully removed to about four feet from the floor. Four holes about three inches in diameter had been neatly cut into the wall. There were three girls in the room. Two were sitting on a bed that had been pushed close to the wall; one was ensconced on a large overstuffed chair. They were indeed giving anonymous head to guys through those holes in the wall.

On my far right, a short, round dark-skinned girl on the bed was bobbing back and forth on a penis poking out in front of her. To her left, a tall, thin redhead was alternately stroking and sucking on another cock. Directly in front of me, on the overstuffed chair, was the girl who had let me in. She was sitting back with her feet spread against the wall, watching the other girls. She was a tiny blonde, not quite skinny but very slim, and (I don’t mean this in a demeaning way) there was something a little trashy about her. By the way, all three girls were topless.

I sat watching the action for a few minutes, and finally had to ask why they had taken off their tops. The little blonde whispered, “So we don’t get our clothes all sticky, silly.” Well, that made sense.

A flurry of activity to my right caught my attention. I turned just in time to see the redhead, whose right hand had now become a blur, direct a shot of come from her nameless penis onto her pale tits. Her hand gradually slowed as she squeezed out the last drops. Then she put the penis back in her mouth and gave it a few gentle sucks while her left hand massaged the goo all over her nipples.

“Wow,” the blonde murmured breathlessly. “That was cool, Kelly!” When the softening member disappeared back into the other room, the redhead lay back on the bed and played with her come-soaked breasts.

It was almost like watching a porn video, only much more intense. I could not only see and hear everything that was going on, I could also smell it. I began to realize that I was getting turned on. It was very exciting to be so close to that kind of action.

After just a moment, another hard cock appeared through the hole in front of the redhead, but she was still lying back on the bed and didn’t notice it. The little blonde leaned forward and called through one of the other holes, “Psst! Hey, sweetie! Over here!” It quickly disappeared, then reappeared in front of her. Smiling, she wrapped her fingers around it and started to lick the head, then took it into her mouth.

Wow! I leaned forward to get a closer look. I could see from the blonde’s cheeks that she was sucking as she moved her mouth back and forth, and her saliva made the penis shine in the dim light. From the expression on her face, I would say she was really enjoying what she was doing.

Completely fascinated, I sat and stared. This was so sexy, I could feel myself getting more excited by the minute. All of a sudden a cock appeared through the hole to the blonde’s right. The redhead was still lying back on the bed, the little dark-skinned girl was busy swabbing the head of a cock on her tits, and the blonde was fully occupied.

I stared at the new arrival for a moment. It wasn’t very long, probably less than six inches, and had a slightly downward curve. The head was dark red, almost purple, and it jiggled a little as its owner tried to find a comfortable position. I got up, crawled across the bed, and sat down next to the redhead. My hand trembled as I reached for the hard cock. Carefully I grasped it, and gently squeezed. It was almost hot to the touch, and I got goose bumps all over.

I stroked up and down its length, trying not to thump my hand against the wall or to pull too hard. I had performed oral sex only a couple of times. As a small drop of fluid oozed from the tip, I used the index finger from my other hand to spread it around and make the whole thing a little more slippery. Sticking out my tongue, I leaned forward, gave it a lick, and could feel it quiver. I enjoyed that, so I did it again.

I was totally turned on. I felt movement on the bed and saw the blonde getting out of her chair, having just completed her task at hand. She knelt behind me and whispered in my ear, “This is fun, isn’t it?” I nodded and gave the cock another lick. She put one hand on my shoulder and leaned in to watch more closely. We made eye contact and she smiled a nasty little smile. “Go ahead! Do it!” she exclaimed. She was so close that I could feel her breath in my ear.

I hesitated just a second, then took the head in my mouth — an incredible sensation! The penis was spongy and hot, and it felt good in my mouth. I twirled my tongue all around it and sucked gently. Just then I felt the blonde’s hands on my hips, pulling at my shirt as she whispered, “What did I tell you about our clothes? Let me help you with this.” She pulled my shirt out of my shorts and started to unbutton it. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the feeling of her hands brushing against my nipples was driving me a little crazy.

Once she pulled off my shirt, she maneuvered around so that she was sitting directly behind me on the bed, straddling me with her legs. She pulled herself closer, the bare skin of her thighs rubbing against the outside of mine. I had never done anything with another girl before, but I was totally into the feeling of her hot nipples against my bare back and her hands on my sides.

She wriggled around a little, pushing her crotch up against my butt. I was still sucking and stroking away on the cock thrust through the wall, and its owner was getting the benefit, through my lips and tongue, of the extra pleasure the blonde was giving me. Her fingers tickled and teased their way up and down my ribs and along my breasts. Finally she placed a hand over each breast and gently squeezed my nipples. I let out a moan, and I could feel the cock in my mouth tremble in response.

The blonde began kissing my neck while her hands wandered all over me, stroking my thighs and exploring my crotch. I was so hot and bothered that my only recourse was to suck more passionately on that cock. It began to throb as its owner tried to poke it deeper into my mouth. The blonde’s fingers fumbled around with the zipper of my shorts, and in no time at all her warm hands were sneaking their way into my soaked panties.

Her hands were like magic. No one had ever touched me with the tenderness or the expertise that she did. She knew just where to find all my secret places, and her fingers wasted no time in going there. She cupped my sopping pussy with her hand, and her middle finger slipped easily inside me. The fingertips of her other hand found my love button and began plying me to distraction.

All these sensations were overpowering, and I was right on the brink of exploding. Breathing heavily, I couldn’t get enough air through my nose, so I had to pull my mouth off the cock. I let out a loud cry, and just as I did I felt the hard tool pulse in my hand and hot blasts of come shoot onto my chest. I pumped away with my hand as four or five more steamy jets of cream landed on my tits. This was too much. A shudder went through me as I came on the blonde’s hands. My pussy contracted around her finger, and she sped up the pace of pumping and fondling until I fell back against her, exhausted.

It was only then that she realized that the guy, whoever he was, had ejaculated on me. She moved around and licked a tongueful of goo off my tits. We kissed, our mouths closed at first, but soon we were making out like a couple of high school kids. One of the other girls whispered, “What are you guys doing?” And I realized that it was the first time either of them had spoken since I got there. I was startled. I sat up, covered in sweat and come — both mine and some strange guy’s.

I was completely drained and had trouble standing because my legs were so shaky. I was also feeling really self-conscious about the other two girls having seen what had just happened between the little blonde — whose name I never got — and me. The blonde helped me find my shirt and put it on. “Do you have to leave so soon? The party’s just starting to get fun,” she said with a smile. She was probably right, but I’d had enough fun for one night. I had to get out of there.

She kissed me good-bye and unlocked the door. I practically ran down the stairs to get outside. The night air helped me clear my head. I smiled, feeling my shirt sticking to my tits and thinking how much fun I’d just had. And it felt good!