Letters to Penthouse XXVII

by Penthouse International

  After a few moments she slowly crawled up to kiss me, and I could smell my own scent and taste myself on her lips. The feeling was incredible. I wrapped my arms around her neck and returned her kisses, the wetter and sloppier the better. In the darkness, she whispered into my ear, “What a sweetheart. So soft, so warm, so delicious.” Her words went right through me and made my pussy twitch.

  We held each other for a while, but I felt that I had to do something for her. I wanted to make her feel as wonderful as she had me. I let my hands begin to roam up and down her back, and then, haltingly at first, down to her bottom. I tentatively rubbed her cheeks through the material of her shorts.

  Nora sat up slowly. It took a moment for me to summon up the courage, but then, with trembling fingers, I began to unbutton her shirt. I slid my hands under it and carefully pushed it off her shoulders. She was wearing a sports bra, and I could clearly make out her nipples trying to poke through the thin material. Her nipples were different from mine, not as pointy. They looked more like pencil erasers. My hands moved across her chest and rubbed those hard bumps through the fabric of her bra. Her breasts filled my hands. I squeezed them gingerly, then carefully pinched one of her nipples. She let out a little squeak, then she giggled when I started and pulled my hands away.

  I reached for her breasts again, but she stopped me. Quickly she opened her bra, pulled it off, and tossed it aside. Even in the dim light, I could see that she was beautiful. Her breasts were firm and turned up slightly. I reached for them again, and a shudder went through me when my hands touched her bare skin. I stroked them and flicked the nipples with the tips of my fingers. I could tell by her breathing that she was enjoying what I was doing.

  This had been an unbelievable experience, and I was ready to try something new and exciting. I bent my head and put my nose against the skin between her tits. Her chest was wet with her sweat and I inhaled deeply, smelling the heady mixture of perspiration and pure sex. I poked out my tongue and licked between her breasts, and she let out a sigh. I traced my tongue up the side of her left breast and slowly drew it across the tight firm skin of the nipple. At this point, it was no longer about feeling like I had to return her favors. I simply needed to suck on her lovely nipples. I made an O with my mouth and delicately lowered my lips over the spongy soft flesh. I sucked in and heard her groan. I feasted on her titties as though they were candy, switching back and forth, licking, biting, and sucking.

  Nora shifted position now, swinging herself over me so that she knelt on the seat facing me, straddling my lap. Again my mouth went wild on her tits, and now my hands slid down to her butt cheeks, pulling her ass toward me to keep her nipples close to my face. Her ass was round and firm, just like the rest of her. I slid my hands down to the wide leg openings of her shorts and felt the soft skin of her thighs. Slowly, I slid my fingers up inside her shorts until I could feel the waistband of her panties across her hipbones. My hands traveled down to her tight butt again, rubbing and squeezing her ass cheeks.

  Finally I slipped my fingers under the panties to touch her bare bottom, and when I did this she whispered breathlessly, “Come on, baby, take them off. Aren’t they in your way?”

  They were. I slipped my hands out of her shorts and began to unbutton them. She stood up briefly to allow me to slide the shorts down her smooth legs, along with her panties, and she quickly stepped out of them. Then she resumed her position, straddling my lap there on the backseat of her van.

  My fingers were now free to explore every part of her. My hands went straight for her firm bottom again, rubbing the soft skin. She clenched her butt cheeks and pushed her hips forward. This caused her damp pubic hair to brush against my breasts. The scratchy wet feeling was just too much. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her tight belly, and she rubbed herself harder against me. I could feel her wetness on my tits, and I could smell her moist pussy, so close to my face. I was being carried away by something inside me that was erasing any inhibitions I may have had left.

  I slid down slightly on the seat in order to bring my face closer to her most intimate parts. I felt her suck in a deep breath and hold it in anticipation of my next move. Leaning forward, I buried my nose in her sopping wet curls. They tickled my face as I rubbed it back and forth, thoroughly enjoying the feeling and the aroma. Then I did what I knew I had to do. I stuck out my tongue as far as I could and tasted her pussy. I loved the taste, musky and salty like my own, but somehow different, sweeter.

  The sound she made was somewhere between a moan and a sigh. Her fingers wrapped themselves in my hair and she started to grind her wet pussy against my face. I lapped at her slit, trying to find the magic spot that she had found in me, but the angle was all wrong. My neck was bent awkwardly, and I couldn’t get my tongue deep enough to fully explore her. But again, she knew what to do. She gently guided me down onto my back across the van seat, then spread her legs to straddle my face.

  With one knee on the seat by my head and the other foot on the floor, she lowered herself onto my waiting tongue. I grabbed her bare butt cheeks and pulled her onto me, shoving my tongue as deeply into her as I could. Her pussy was very wet, and her juices were smeared all over my face, from my eyebrows to my chin. I licked deeply and sucked on any moist flesh that my lips could reach while she humped her hips back and forth, dragging herself across my face. I heard her moans getting louder, and her hips went into overdrive. I had to dig my fingers into the skin of her ass in order to hold on. She was practically yelling, crying out, “Uh! Uh! Uh!” with every thrust of her hips.

  Then, with a final shriek, she fell forward and collapsed on top of me in a heaving, sweaty heap. We lay together like that, trying to catch our breath for a few moments. Then she began to kiss me, planting gentle little kisses all over my face and whispering, “Sweet, sweet baby,” all the while rubbing her wet body against mine. I could have stayed like that forever, wrapped in the arms of this warm and lovely woman, but she broke the spell by saying that we had better get going or she would be late picking up her kids.

  We used the spring water from our water bottles and some napkins from the glove box to clean ourselves up, and Nora insisted on helping me get dressed, which was good because my legs were still shaky. When she had put her own clothes back on, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long, passionate kiss. When our lips finally parted, she said that maybe she would see me around again, since we were practically neighbors. With that she opened the garage door and I walked out into the blazing afternoon sun. I squinted and covered my eyes, turning around to wave good-bye, but the garage door was already closing.

  Neighbors or not, I never saw Nora again, but I never forgot her. What we did was just a one-time thing for me, though, because after that I went back to bicycling past the construction site and getting my thrills from guys. But I’m very glad I had that experience, and someday I do intend to tell my husband about it. I wonder what he’ll say.

  —K.F., Frankfort, Kentucky

  IT WAS MORE THAN LUST, IT WAS LOVE—BUT LUST

  WAS A HELL OF A BIG PART OF IT

  Driving to Jenny’s house seemed to take forever. I had only met her a couple of weeks before, but I knew this was more than a crush. It had been so long since I’d felt this way about another woman.

  She opened the door in sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt. Her hair was wet, but she looked beautiful. It’s those eyes, I thought to myself. Those beautiful blue eyes. And that long dark hair, and that gorgeous lissome body. And her smile. As I walked inside, she looked just as happy to see me as I was to see her. I sat on the couch and she straddled my lap, to my delight. I loved her being so close, but mostly I was happy to see that she felt comfortable around me. I couldn’t look at her without wanting to make love to her. Her every movement turned me on.

  For the next few hours, we listened to music and talked, and sometimes just looked at each other without saying a word. And finally we both knew it was time. My heart beat like a kettledrum as Jenny calm
ly stood up and started to take her sweatpants off. In sweatshirt and panties, she came over to the couch and sat down beside me, sweetly laying her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. Oh God, I was so hot for her that I had a strong urge to just rip her panties off and go down on her right then and there. Fuck the foreplay, I just wanted to go at it.

  Instead, I kissed her. And then I didn’t want to stop kissing her. I wanted to feel every inch of her tongue, and I wanted her to feel mine. She found my rhythm and then she was not only kissing me back just as passionately as I was kissing her, but her lips and tongue were silently telling me that she wanted me to make love to her like no one had made love to her before.

  I didn’t want to leave her mouth, but I needed to get down there as soon as possible. I started to kiss her neck, but not as slowly as I wanted to. I found myself wanting to devour her as fast as I could. It was like starving yourself for a week and finally being able to eat—you know it’s going to get messy. But I knew I needed to spend some quality time on her breasts. They were almost small enough to cup in my hand, but the nipples were long and stiff. I sucked and licked at them for a while, then made my way south again. But then there was her stomach. I love stomachs. Hers was one of those flat, small-waisted ones that you want to just squeeze to death. I didn’t want to stop kissing it. I moved my tongue up and down, back and forth, all over. I didn’t want to stop, but I was dying to get to the big prize.

  Finally I couldn’t wait anymore. I lowered my head to her vagina, and I swear I could feel the heat from her steaming wet pussy. I moved in and tongued her right through her panties, knowing she could feel my hot breath through the cloth. Then I moved them aside, and there it was, mine for the taking. I couldn’t help but stick my tongue right in the middle of her cunt, tasting her wetness. I immediately felt a throb in my own pussy at the touch. Jenny’s juices flowed like a river. Wow, I thought, she is truly excited. She must really want me. Well, here I am, baby! I sucked and licked her pussy, and found myself getting lost in the excitement of it all. Again I wanted to just devour her, and my pounding desire was making me lose my rhythm.

  Oh God, I loved her smell, her taste, the feel of her hair. I hated to do it, but I had to stop licking her for a moment, because I had something important to tell her. I had to tell her how good she tasted. I told her, and she smiled at me and told me not to stop. But now I didn’t know what to do first, lick her or suck her or taste her juices. I plunged back in, trying to do all of those things at once.

  Then I heard her gasp as I brushed my tongue in a particular way just along the side of her throbbing clit. “Right there!” she said. “Oh my God!” I looked up at her and saw that her head was thrown back, her arms stretched out, and she was moaning. “Right there!” she said again.

  Okay, I was there, and now I knew what she liked, and I can’t tell you how glad I was she told me. All I wanted in the world was just to do two things: to gorge myself on this incredible, wonderful woman, and to make her feel good. And the good news was that I was doing both.

  So I continued licking her clit in just the way she liked it, using the tip of my tongue, not going too fast. Jenny was moaning and panting and gasping, saying, “Yes, that’s it!” and “Right there!” and “Oh my God!” and every cry from her lips made me hotter. I found myself grinding my pussy against the sofa, and I swear I nearly came right there. Just hearing her moans turned me on in the extreme. I mean, what better sound is there, anyway?

  Then the moment came. God, I didn’t want it to end! But her legs were thrashing and I felt her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Don’t stop!” she gasped. Who was stopping? I could have stayed there till the cows came home. I kept on with what I was doing, and I heard her moaning faster and deeper, felt her body tighten and tremble. I braced myself and continued to pump my pussy into the sofa, imagining it was pumping against hers at this very moment. I was as wet as the rain when she finally released herself into my waiting mouth.

  I always used to think that there was nothing better than the feeling of orgasm—until I found something better. What’s better is the feeling of a woman’s hot, throbbing, wet, trembling pussy in your mouth when she’s about to come. What’s better is the sight and sound of a woman in the heat of passion, and the knowledge that it’s you who is responsible for it all.

  Jenny smiled at me, looking extremely pleased as she came down from her climax. I wanted so badly to tell her that I loved her, but I didn’t want to scare her away. But I knew this wasn’t just a crush, or the excitement of a new relationship. This was for real. These feelings were for real. I was in love with this woman, and could only hope that eventually she would feel the same about me. She just had to.

  —C.M., Billings, Montana

  SHE KNEW SHE LIKED GIRLS, BUT SHE DIDN’T KNOW

  MUCH MORE UNTIL SHE MET THE WILD NEIGHBOR

  The summer I turned nineteen I went to Florida to spend a month with my aunt. I guess I was kind of innocent for my age, being a very shy girl and kind of a loner. I had never been close to anyone except my friend Melissa, back in Nebraska.

  I met Jeannette one afternoon when she came over to visit my aunt. She was a neighbor, living in the same apartment building. She was a pretty girl in her early twenties, but she seemed much more sophisticated than most of the girls I knew. I remember she had on some pink short shorts that were loose in the legs, with slits up the side. At one point we were in the living room, and Jeannette was sitting on the sofa talking to my aunt, with me sitting across from her on the floor, with my back against a chair. Then, very casually, she leaned back on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table. I could see right up her shorts, and she had her legs just far enough apart so that I could see she didn’t have any panties on.

  Though I had never told anyone except my friend Melissa, I had always been turned on by women’s bodies. Melissa and I had played around a little, mostly just exploring and stuff, nothing really serious. Now I kept watching Jeannette’s legs, trying not to be obvious about it. She caught me looking at her crotch one time, and though I tried to act like I was just thinking or daydreaming, it was still kind of embarrassing.

  When my aunt went to the kitchen, Jeannette kept talking to her from the living room. Then, still talking, she suddenly dropped her left leg to the floor, keeping her right foot on the coffee table. When she did this I could see all of her pussy through the leg of her shorts. I immediately got turned on. Her pussy was completely shaven, and it was an “innie,” appearing to have no lips at all. It just looked like this cute little bun with a slit in the middle.

  She never looked at me while I was looking at her pussy, and it was only later that I realized that she was doing it on purpose, so that I could look without being caught.

  Jeannette left around dinnertime, inviting me to come up and visit her later if I wanted to. I did want to.

  After dinner my aunt had to leave to attend an evening class she was taking at the local university, and she asked if I wanted to come along. I told her no, saying that I would just hang around the apartment. I watched TV for a while and then decided to go outside. I walked around the pool, then came back and sat on the steps. It wasn’t long before I heard someone behind me.

  Jeannette had come out of her apartment and was sitting at the top of the steps. I was about two steps below her, which meant my eyes were about level with her waist. Again, I later suspected she had sat there on purpose.

  She was still wearing the pink shorts, and she was sitting with her legs apart, leaning back on her arms. And once again her pussy was completely visible through the gaping leg holes of her shorts. It was soon clear even to me that she was deliberately making sure that I could see everything. She would talk about how pretty the clouds were, and lean back a little farther to look up at them, letting her legs fall farther apart, so that her pussy would actually pull open. When that happened I almost lost it. I could actually see the little lips tucked inside those luscious buns, and even discern th
e moisture around her hole.

  I was really nervous, since Jeannette was older than I was, and seemed so much more mature. She obviously knew that I was getting turned on looking at her, and was doing everything possible to tease me. At one point a little butterfly landed on the porch. Jeannette rolled over and stretched out to grab for it. Her shorts pulled so high that her ass and pussy were almost completely exposed. I couldn’t help myself. I kind of pulled myself up and leaned closer, pretending I was really interested in what she was doing. What I was really interested in was that naked crotch, now about five inches away from my face. Damn, I love those short-shorts with the slit up the side!

  Just at that point a man came up the steps, and Jeannette introduced him as her husband, Carl. I didn’t even know that she was married, and it kind of took me by surprise. I excused myself and went down to my aunt’s apartment. When my aunt arrived home I asked her about Jeannette. She told me Jeannette didn’t work, and that she seemed to have a lot of visitors during the day. She said that she felt sorry for Jeannette’s husband, because he had no idea how much she screwed around. He evidently worked a lot of hours, and was always away from home.

  I lay in bed playing with myself that night, and had one hell of a climax thinking about Jeannette’s pussy. The next morning, after my aunt left for work, I put on my swimsuit and went down to the pool, where I spread on some suntan lotion and lay down on my towel to get a tan. After a while I heard someone say, “Hi.” It was Jeannette standing over me, wearing a very small bikini. She put her towel down and lay next to me. She rubbed some tanning oil on her front, then turned onto her tummy and asked if I would rub some on her back. She undid her top and I started rubbing the oil on her. She told me to make sure to get the sides, and as I was rubbing her sides she got up on her elbows, letting her boobs hang free. I was kind of embarrassed, but I rubbed the lotion gingerly onto the sides of her breasts as well. I was having a hard time controlling myself now, and I’m sure she knew it.