Letters to Penthouse XXXIV

by Penthouse International

  Even more impressive, though, were Jan’s breasts. They had been hard to judge in the business outfits she usually wore in the office. But now they were revealed in their true glory. Large, but firm, and not at all floppy. They did not swing around wildly under her husband’s onslaught, but simply shuddered erotically, her nipples sticking straight out and as hard as pebbles.

  After a while I heard a loud shriek from Jan and a groan from Sean as they both stiffened and climaxed. After he removed himself from her, Jan stood up and brushed her hair back from her face. As she stood with her legs spread apart I trained my binoculars between her thighs (did I mention I had brought along my binoculars?) and was treated to the sight of Sean’s come oozing out of her love hole and running down the insides of her legs in a steady stream. A moment later she dove into the pool, apparently her way of cleaning herself up.

  A few minutes later Sean came out again, grinning. “I just invited Bonnie to come over,” he told her. “I hope that’s okay.”

  “Bonnie? Oh, that will be great!” Jan said, smiling back at him.

  Soon after that the doorbell rang. “That should be her now,” Sean said. He went inside, and a minute later came back with a young girl who I presumed to be Bonnie. She was five-feet-five or -six, with long blonde hair, and she was wearing a flight attendant’s uniform. Jan pulled herself out of the pool and, still naked, went over and kissed Bonnie on the lips.

  Their conversation became lost in the wind, but what was not lost was the sight of Jan carefully removing Bonnie’s uniform, being careful not to drip on it. Her black bra and panties were the last to go, and soon both women were in the pool, laughing and occasionally touching. As the laughter became less frequent and the touching more so, Sean came over and sat on the edge of the pool. He was sporting another monster hard-on, which he began to stroke as the girls started kissing each other, locked in a tight embrace, their tits pressed together.

  When they came up for air and saw poor Sean trying to handle things on his own, they decided to help out. They started by taking turns giving him some mouth action, but Bonnie soon took over on her own, her head bobbing up and down on his dick while Jan rubbed his balls to encourage him to come in her friend’s mouth.

  But Sean had other ideas. “I want to fuck you both, and come in both of you, too,” he told them. With that he jumped into the pool—it was the shallow end—and stood the girls next to each other, facing away from him and bending over the pool’s edge. He then began to fuck them, alternating between them and giving each of them a dozen or so strokes before switching to the other one. Both of them seemed to be enjoying this treatment, each of them moaning with pleasure as he pounded into them, and giving a whimper of disappointment when he switched over.

  I trained my binoculars on them to get a better look at their expressions. It seemed as though Bonnie was about ready to come, but Jan needed a bit more action, so Sean concentrated on her. When he came back to Bonnie, she came with his first thrust. Sean’s body stiffened, pushing Bonnie hard against the side of the pool as he released his first ejaculation. Fighting the strongest instinct known to man, he then pulled himself out of Bonnie’s cunt, just as a second spurt of come shot out, landing on her right buttock. With a loud grunt he hastily plunged himself into Jan, gasping as he released his final shots and bringing her off with him. Both girls turned and smiled in admiration at Sean as he floated off into the pool to recuperate.

  At that point I figured I might as well split before my luck ran out. Now I’m wondering what it will be like on Monday when I see Jan at the office. I wonder if I should tell her that I now know the truth about whether she wears thongs—and about so much more . . .

  —V.L., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

  Just ’Cause the Lights Go Out Doesn’t Mean They Can’t Get It Done

  You can believe it or not, and I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t. It was just one of those rare times in your life when a woman you hardly know shows up in knee-high fishnet stockings, then pulls out a brand-new can of whipped cream right before she goes to town on your already-hard cock. You know, the kind of moment you spend your life hoping and praying for.

  Anyway, before I can say the word fuck, the power goes out! I’m left with my balls hanging out while my hardened hammer gets a dose of pleasurable deep-throating. I just don’t get to see the action. But I just know she’s eyeballing me in the dark, still looking up at me like she was—looking for a nod of approval—right as the lights went out. A little blackout is nothing to prevent this hottie from sucking me wild while sliding one hand up and down my legs and ass and clamping the other to my surging manhood. Even in the dark she gives it her oral all, her maximum effort to bring me to the point of blowing my foamy white pride all over her face.

  However, with great effort of my own I refrain from exploding all over her face (and God knows what else I would hit in the dark). Instead, I slide my arm under her and lift her up gently by her already-moist snatch. This way my hand is already in position to massage her with two fingers poised over her inner sanctum while keeping the clit snug between those fingers and easing entry since her vaginal walls are already getting damp. With my free hand I feel for the perky tits that seized my attention trying to break through her tight pink half-shirt when she walked in. If the image burned into my skull of a hot chick in a tight pink half-shirt, black mini, and fishnet stockings isn’t enough to keep me hard, she sucks my earlobe and licks inside the ear, forcing me to pick her up with both hands and throw her on my now-steel-like cock, while I’m still standing. Thanks to her petite size it’s no problem for me to flog her repeatedly as she rides me midair. I just have to crouch slightly to keep my balance while I pummel her—or is it vice versa?

  The whipped cream never had a chance; I was now ready to spooge more than that can of whipped cream could deliver, but I just didn’t want it to end.

  Novice that I am, I pull out minutes later and cream all over her perky little A cups, and keep coming until I almost can’t feel my feet. Happily the whipped cream isn’t wasted. She sprays it all over herself where my jism landed, to make a “semen sundae.”

  Suddenly the power came back on, and my mom got home from work to find us lying buck naked, with semen caked all over the coffee table and her favorite vase. Yeah, I got yelled at, but at that point do you think I cared?

  —G.S., Medicine Hat, Alberta

  Smart Coaching Can Turn a Sex-Deprived Woman Into a Tigress

  After 25-plus years of marriage with infrequent and boring sex, my husband left me. I was devastated, and spent years where I had sex maybe once a year with a new guy. Since my husband and I remained “friends” (he moved from Los Angeles to nearby San Diego), I kept hoping for a reconciliation.

  About 18 months ago our daughter got married. After the ceremony my ex told me all I needed to snap me out of my funk was a good fucking. I said I had no lover and sex was pretty rare. He suggested I grab a groomsman and show him a good time. I noted that men still didn’t seem to have such a good time with me.

  Before the night was over he offered to help me find my sexuality. He suggested I come for a visit, and he’d work with me to improve my sexual skills—but only if I agreed to do everything he asked. Needing sex, and still harboring hope of reconciliation, I agreed. As I’m in real estate, I do most of my business on weekends, so it’s often possible to get away during the week. The next morning I made plans to travel to San Diego on Tuesday night, giving me all day Wednesday and Thursday. I had to be back by noon Friday.

  I waited till Monday to call my ex and say I was taking the train down the next night and asked him to meet me. He agreed readily and said for me to douche before I left.

  I couldn’t sleep Monday night and was a bundle of nerves all the way down. My ex was at the station and picked me up in his arms and held me for the first time in years. It felt good. We went to his house and talked. Then he reminded me I had to do whatever he asked or he couldn’t help.

  He said to
get naked, and I did it in a heartbeat. He asked if I’d douched, and I said yes. He took me to the bedroom and undressed. I wanted him so bad, I almost started coming. But when I tried to get him to get on top of me, he reminded me who was in charge. He ran his hands over my pussy, inserted a finger and then another. It felt fabulous. He bent down and kissed and licked my pussy. I never liked him doing this before, I guess because, douching rarely, I felt unclean. Now I lay back and enjoyed, and he brought me to climax.

  I didn’t say anything, and he just kept eating me. Again I tried to pull him on top of me. He said first he wanted to get me off. I told him he already had, and he said, “Don’t you see, you have to verbalize. Tell me the licking feels good, and not to stop. Tell me you’re coming.”

  He kept licking and sucking my pussy, and this time I told him how good it felt. I told him when I felt I was going to come, and when I actually did. He seemed pleased. He got up and slid his cock into me. After all that time, it felt glorious. He began stroking in and out, and it felt even better. I said how good it felt, and he kept saying how hot I was, how tight, and he would fuck me silly.

  By three in the morning he was fucked out and I was in bliss. We had never had sex like that. I went to sleep with my back to him. I woke up about five and felt him entering my pussy from behind. I raised my leg to help him in. His hard-on felt great, but I didn’t tell him so, and he scolded me.

  I went back to sleep, waking about ten. He’d left for work. He called just before lunch and said he was heading home for a nooner. I was all for it. I wanted to please. When he got home, I was dressed. He said I should have been naked and waiting in bed. We stripped and raced to the bedroom. He fingered my pussy, and I told him how good it felt. He fingered me to climax.

  Then he fucked me. He said I should say things like, “Fuck me hard,” and, “I love your hard dick in me.” Just because I thought he knew it was no reason not to say it, he said. Men like to hear women say those things.

  He got back to work a bit late. When he came home that evening, again he started by fingering me and licking and sucking my pussy. Then he fucked me hard, as I asked. When he came, I figured we were done. Instead he looked at me and said, “Your turn.” I asked what he meant, and he said to suck his dick. I said I’d never done that. He said while he couldn’t show me how to do it, if I just started sucking, he’d tell me what felt good.

  It was odd at first. Then he started saying how good I was. I got carried away. I really enjoyed sucking him. I felt like I was in control of his hard-on. Finally he said to stick a finger up his ass, which did him in. He flooded my mouth with come.

  I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, spat his come into the sink, brushed my teeth, and returned to bed. He told me men like women to swallow their come. I thought I’d done a good job and felt really powerful sucking his dick, but he made me feel bad about spitting. I told him this was my first blowjob, and in the future I would try to swallow. We went to sleep early. About six in the morning I woke up and decided to try another blowjob. I had him squirming and talking and praising me. I swallowed this time. He kissed me and said, “That was awesome.”

  He left for work Thursday morning smiling. At noon I stripped and waited for him to come home. I met him at the door naked and gave him a sloppy wet kiss, then got on my knees, unzipped him, and took his cock in my mouth. He was in heaven. He fucked my mouth, saying how good I was, then blasted in my mouth.

  That night was a blissful orgy of sucking and fucking. Finally we stopped, and he became serious again. He had me stand naked in front of him. He looked me over and, much as I hate to admit it, said my tits were sagging and unattractive. He suggested I check into a boob job. Though my tits are tiny, I didn’t want them bigger, just perky.

  Friday morning on the short drive to the train he took out his cock and had me suck him. What a turn-on, with the chance of being seen by other drivers! By the time we got to the station, I was on fire and needed a hard dick, but he just put me on the train. All the way home, all I thought about was sex. It had been too long. Actually, we never had sex like that before!

  I went back to San Diego the next three weeks for Wednesday and Thursday sex. I guess my ex enjoyed it, too, for he scheduled a couple of weekends in L.A. I work till seven on Fridays and Saturdays, but when I came home, I made sure I had my panties in my hand. I have to admit, I was getting into this sucking-his-dick thing. It gave me power and made me all hot for animalistic sex.

  Finally my ex said, “I think you’re ready.”

  “Ready for what?” I said.

  He said, “Another man.”

  “I don’t want another man,” I said. I didn’t. I didn’t want another relationship interfering with sex with my ex.

  He reminded me that I’d promised to do whatever he said, but I was still reluctant, until he suggested his old golfing buddy Curt. Curt and his wife Donna were best friends with me and my ex. They have a summer home in Northern California, where Donna stays for the summer with Curt visiting over long weekends.

  Curt always kidded about needing a summer wife. So my ex set a plan in motion.

  In the summer a group of us meet Tuesdays at a local watering hole for drinks and dinner. In recent summers Curt and I had gotten closer, to where he usually buys my Tuesday drinks and we have dinner together. He works minutes from my house. The plan was to get him to come by my place some other night after work for drinks, then to seduce him. I was really nervous. Tuesday morning I made up my mind to ask Curt that night (after a few drinks) to come by on Wednesday. My ex was going to be out of town that week, so I wasn’t going to San Diego. All day I worried how I would ask Curt. Finally about seven I headed for our gathering place.

  It was crowded, with a rough-looking group of bikers there. I had a few extra drinks to work up my courage. When it was time to go home, I asked Curt to walk me to my car. I thanked him for escorting me and said I’d like to buy him a drink tomorrow after work. Would he like to come by my place and have some wine?

  He said yes, and I went home even more nervous! I couldn’t sleep all night. I was off work Wednesday, so I lounged around most of the day. I called my ex on the road and told him Curt was coming. He laid out the plan for me, and I executed it—perfectly, I think!

  I dressed in matching bra and panties, slacks, and a thin blouse. I opened a bottle of white wine and drank a couple of glasses to calm my nerves before he came. At half past four he rang the doorbell. I invited him in and led him to the couch, then went into the kitchen for the wine. I handed him a glass and sat next to him.

  We talked for a few minutes, and I lost my nerve. I got up and went to the bathroom to settle my nerves. When I came back, I sat real close to Curt—so close, our legs were touching. I didn’t lean back. I wanted to see the look on his face.

  I put my wine down and faced him. Since he knew I was seeing my ex, I knew what I was about to say was going to surprise him. “Curt,” I said, “I hope you won’t be offended.” I put my hand on his crotch and continued, “But I need a hard dick, and I need it now.” I caressed his crotch while I explained that my ex and I had been having torrid sex but weren’t meeting this week. I needed to be fucked and, as my ex would say, fucked hard.

  I looked down a second later, and Curt was visibly hard. I said, “Do you mind?” as I unzipped his pants, pulled out his rod, and bent down to take it in my mouth. I licked and sucked and licked and sucked, till I rose up and said, “I want that dick in me. Please fuck me.”

  We headed to the bedroom. I stripped off his tie and shirt, pants, shoes, and socks. He was naked. His dick was smaller than my ex’s, but that was okay.

  Curt took control now. He unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. He unsnapped my bra and began sucking my tits, lingering awhile. As he sucked and licked my tits, he unbuttoned my pants, which fell to the floor. I all but came as he reached in my panties and massaged my crotch. Finally he pulled my panties off, and I shoved him back on the bed.

  I clim
bed on top and sank his shaft into my pussy in one plunge. I said I loved his hard dick and how good it felt. He rolled me on my back, and I told him to fuck me hard. In and out, in and out he pounded me, and I kept encouraging him.

  Eventually I shouted, “I’m coming!” He shot his load in me, then rolled off. While it wasn’t that good, I made him feel really good. Afterward, I snuggled up to him, then felt for his dick. It was soft.

  “I’m usually good for only one,” he said.

  I laughed and said, “But I need you more than once. Mind if I try to revive it?”

  I lowered my mouth onto him and drew on the tricks my ex had taught me. The finger in the asshole got his attention. He was soon hard. I said to make love to me. “Gently touch me and lick my tits.”

  He entered me a second time and worked himself slowly in and out. He lasted much longer this time. I kept talking to him, telling him how good it felt and how much I loved his hard dick. Then he exploded in me. It was definitely a little better.

  I got up to use the bathroom. When I came back, Curt was putting his boxers on. I went over to him and snatched them away. I said I wasn’t through with him.

  He shook his head and said, “There is no more.” But he stayed naked.

  We got out of bed and went into the kitchen. I’d made a casserole earlier, in case I got lucky with Curt. I fixed the rest of the meal with us parading around the kitchen naked. He’d cop a feel, rub up against me, and continue to touch and excite me, rubbing and kissing my breasts.

  We sat down for dinner naked. When we finished, I got between his legs and started sucking. When he was hard again, he bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me from behind. All this time I encouraged him, saying how good he felt. He emptied another load in me, then dressed and left.

  I asked him to call when he got home. When he did, I thanked him over and over. I said sometimes I just need a hard dick to fuck me. He closed the conversation by saying casually, “Anytime.”