by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)
At her place I sat on the couch and whimpered and sobbed while she fixed a couple of scotch and sodas. Then she sat beside me and put her arms around me while I chug-a-lugged my drink. Noelle got up and fixed me another, sat down beside me again and put her arm around me once more. I put my head on her shoulder and tried to stop whining. As I snuggled up closer to her she turned a little toward me and pressed a soft kiss on my forehead. I raised my head to see what was happening and she softly touched her lips to mine. I lowered my head to her shoulder again, all confused. I had never been kissed on the lips by a woman before. Now I knew I wanted more. I raised my head again and as she kissed me I put my arm around her and pulled her to me. We had a real kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth and mine was in hers. We sat there on the couch and kissed and hugged like a couple of high school kids, only it was much softer than with a man. Not better, just different. I was getting hotter and hotter. Finally, with butterflies in my stomach, I eased my arm from around her neck and let my hand slide down to caress her breasts. She moaned in my mouth and began to undo my blouse. When she had it all the way open she pulled it out of my skirt, then reached around and unhooked my bra. After squeezing my nipple she leaned over and began to suck it. I think I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't wait to get her top off. She wore no bra. She didn't need one—her breasts stood up firm and proud. As I leaned over to take her nipple in my mouth I felt her hand slide softly up my skirt and begin to caress my mound. I didn't want to stop. I couldn't stop. She took my hand and we headed for the bedroom. Again she turned to face me and kiss me passionately. I returned the kiss as she began to undress me. I lay on the bed while she stripped and lay down beside me, our naked bodies touching from head to toe. She leaned over me again and sucked my nipples. Then her kisses started down my body. I knew where she was going. It was a fantasy about to be fulfilled. Finally she was there, her soft lips on my hot little pussy, her tongue drawing circles around my hard little clit. I had the longest, most violent orgasm of my life. Then Noelle was lying beside me, holding me, kissing me. I could taste my juices on her mouth and tongue.
When I had sufficiently recovered my strength I rolled on top of her to give her the same treatment. I had never dreamed that someday I would go down on another woman, but I did, and I loved it. After her first orgasm Noelle twisted around so that we were lying across the bed in a 69 position. We spent the rest of the day showering, drinking and making love.
When it was time for me to go home I had a different feeling about things in general and my marriage in particular. I no longer felt like crying—in fact, I wasn't sad at all. I felt a mixture of anger, elation and freedom. I knew that I was young and pretty with a very good figure. I could have any man I wanted, or any woman for that matter. I felt good.
When I walked into the house Robert was watching TV. He said, “Hi, honey!” I ignored him. We had dinner without much conversation. He never asked where I had been all day. I wouldn't have told him anyway. I was taking control of my life. When it was time for bed I told him curtly, “Go take a shower.” When he came out I was naked on the bed with my legs spread. In a very matter-of-fact tone I said, “Get down there and eat my pussy till I tell you to stop.” Then I told him that he might as well play with his prick so that it would be nice and hard, because I was expecting a mighty good fuck. I am sure that he was shocked.
I let him eat me for a while, then told him that if his prick was hard and ready for fucking he should lie on his back because I was in charge tonight. I straddled his hips, took his prick in my hand and slipped it into my pussy, all the way to the bottom. But instead of the old in and out I began to snap my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit on his pubic bone. It took very little of this before I came. Then I climbed off him and rolled over to go to sleep. This didn't set very well with him at all. He started whining, “Honey, I didn't come. What about me?”
I listened to this for a very short time, then told him, “That's tough shit. If you want to get your nuts off, go see Crystal.”
I woke the next day just after the bastard (as I had begun to think of him) had left for work. I decided to fulfill any and all fantasies I'd ever had. I am going to have sex with another man, I'm going to do it with two men at once, maybe even try an orgy. I want to make a really wild porno movie and save a copy for his old age. I think the first thing I'll do is try prostitution. If I like it I'll make it my hobby. Maybe I'll fuck some of his friends and coworkers. I'm going to get a metal lockbox that will fit in our safe-deposit box at the bank to hold my earnings as a whore along with the copy of my porno movie and any other pictures that I can collect along the way. Then if I die first he'll have something to remember me by. Maybe it'll give him a stroke. Maybe he'll die first. I'll take him my little box of goodies and entertain him on his deathbed.
Overall I plan to continue my relationship with Noelle for as long as I can and if that wears thin I'll get a handsome lover on a permanent basis.
The world is so full of things that I can do now. And the bastard had better not say a word.—D.W., Seattle, Washington
True Romance
HE WAS BORED WITH HIS SAILBOARD UNTIL SHE CAME ABOARD
It was while I was working to increase my windsurfing skills to the competitive level that this unforgettable experience occurred.
I was training in the Caribbean because of the cold weather up north, and also because of the excellent competition to be found in the islands. As you can imagine, I didn't have a large budget. Hence I was living in a small inn on the water far from the fancy resorts. That's why I was totally taken by surprise when I entered the inn's tiny bar one evening and found a stunning blonde sitting by herself.
The proprietor quickly introduced me to her because she was also a sailboarder in training. I invited her to join me for dinner. As we ate we talked about windsurfing. Since I had been sailing alone I asked her to join me the next day. If nothing else, I said, it would add an extra measure of safety if we sailed together. She quickly agreed.
When I arrived for breakfast the next morning, she was already there eating a large bowl of fruit and wearing only an oversize T-shirt. Her long blonde hair was flowing freely halfway down her back. Her blue eyes were bright and smiling. Her well-formed, well-muscled legs got my attention, but the rest of her was concealed by her T-shirt.
We finished breakfast and went to get ready to sail. I was rigging up on the beach when she arrived carrying her board on her head. I almost whistled when I saw her. Even though she was small (five feet four inches), her shape and proportions were perfect. She was wearing bike pants that were as tight as a second skin and a very small top that barely covered her large, full breasts. It was going to be hard to concentrate on sailing with her near me!
We sailed all day, and I discovered that not only was she a very good sailor but she was also great fun to be with.
The next morning at breakfast she complained about the visible tan lines caused by her bike pants. We had both been sailing with seat harnesses the day before, which is much more comfortable with long shorts or bike pants.
“Why don't we skip the harnesses so we can get an allover tan?” she suggested.
“I'm game,” I answered, “but let's leave the beach with suits on. I've got a little bag in my board we can put them in once we're farther out.”
“Great,” she said with a dazzling smile. “Let's go!”
She appeared on the beach wearing a truly tiny bikini that hid none of her terrific body. Those great legs I mentioned before ended at slim hips and a round, apple-like ass. Her stomach was hard and flat with a really cute belly button. Her breasts were so firm, it seemed as if they wouldn't budge if she dropped her top.
We sailed out of the bay toward a secluded beach I had discovered earlier. When we got there she jumped off her board and took off her suit, to my surprise leaving behind a tiny thong that just barely covered her triangle. The reason I was surprised was that I was wearing the same garment under my trun
ks.
“I guess you sail naked a lot too,” I said as I stepped out of my trunks. She laughed and told me she'd figured I knew that trick. (You see, when you windsurf all day you can really get burned without feeling it; and who likes to burn that part of the body?) I took her suit, put it in my bag with mine and started to sail.
“Is that all the attention I get for being almost naked?” she yelled while walking her board up the beach. “From the way you were looking at me earlier, I thought you wanted me!”
I made an about-face and sailed, swam, ran, splashed and stumbled to her. There I was on my knees, my face inches from that tiny red triangle, trying to say something that made sense. She just grabbed my head and pulled it to her crotch.
“So you do appreciate me,” she said. “Well, if this beach really is secluded, show me just how secluded right now.”
In a second I was kissing her belly and running my hands up and down her body from her beautiful tits to her firm ass. I hooked my thumbs over the elastic band in her thong and pulled it down as she pushed her pussy into my face. Her soft blonde fuzz was trimmed in a mohawk and showed off her pink lips beautifully. As I squeezed her ass-cheeks I buried my nose in her folds. Her smell was a combination of the sea and womanhood. I had to taste her! As I tried to part her legs, she stopped me and said, “No. Let's find somewhere comfortable in the shade where we can really enjoy each other.”
Ten yards away was a patch of grass under a palm tree that became our bed of lust. I licked her, sucked her and drank her juices. Her taste was like nectar and I couldn't get enough. I let my hands wander across her belly, her hips and finally to her soft, firm breasts. Her nipples were hard and she moaned as I tweaked them, but I never let my face move from that wonderful-tasting pussy. Suddenly she lifted her hips, spread her legs more and thrust her crotch against my face. I knew what she wanted, so I sucked more and more of her lips into my mouth. As she began to shiver I nibbled gently on her clit. Her orgasm gave her goose bumps all over and seemed to come in waves. I guess she really was a girl of the sea.
After she calmed down, she pulled me up beside her and held me tenderly. She kissed my whole face and licked her juices from my nose, lips, chin and cheeks. Her gentle touch made me feel warm and loving and took away the urgency of my desire. I enjoyed feeling her hands holding me and softly caressing me. The moment was tender and I knew I should not change that. I let her set the rhythm and mood of the moment and just lay back looking at her incredible body.
Bit by bit her caresses became more insistent, and she began to pay more attention to my stomach and thighs. She brushed off every grain of sand and then slid down my thing, exposing my salute to her beauty. I was becoming so inflamed I just about lost all control, but I was saved from embarrassment by the urgency of her desire to have me. In one fluid movement she straddled my hips and lowered herself onto my pole. Oh, it felt good! Her warm wetness enveloped my manhood as I gazed up at her lovely face. I was in bliss. Using her athletic legs, she bobbed up and down like a carousel horse. Her head was thrown back and her hands were on my knees as she lost herself in her own rhythm.
I knew I wouldn't last long. My desire was too strong to control. I grabbed her hips and thrust myself deep inside her as I felt myself go over the edge. I lost all restraint and bucked wildly while exploding into her. Suddenly, just as I was calming down, she reached back, grabbed my balls, thrust me in farther than I thought possible and came with a shriek. She lay on top of me, panting, and I held her as tightly as possible, not wanting the movement to ever end.
We rested, still joined together, until she slid off, took my hand and drew me toward the water. As we played and laughed in the sea I knew we had started something wonderful and exciting that would last much longer than this trip.—M.M., San Francisco, California
A SLOW START LEADS TO LOVE ON WHEELS FOR COMMITTED COUPLE
I'm writing to tell you about the most sensuous, desirable woman. I've ever known. Jessica was just eighteen when I first met her. She was reserved, uncomfortable with her sexuality and not at all responsive in bed.
We started slowly back then. I was both gentle and careful. Ye whenever I touched her secret places, instead of arousing her my touch would actually disturb her.
One night I suggested that we strip to just our underwear and gently caress each other. We touched very little. Then I removed her panties and started kissing my way down to her mound. I was sure that Jessica would enjoy the wetness of my tongue. Unfortunately this also made her uncomfortable. I began to worry about her psychological health. Here was a desirable girl who was unable to enjoy any aspect of sex.
Without going into details, let it be said that Jessica's introduction into womanhood had not been a pleasant one. Because of this I knew I would have to be patient. I had no idea how long it would be before she responded to me in a sensual way.
One evening when we smoked some marijuana, her inhibitions seemed to fade. I licked her hard nipples and she suddenly put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down toward the wet warmth between her legs. I turned around on the bed so that I could gain better access and started licking her wildly. Jessica began to moan softly, letting me know that she actually was enjoying our encounter. Suddenly she tensed up and I realized she was experiencing an orgasm. I had no idea that this was her very first climax. Since I was turned around in the right position, I was hoping that she might also want to taste me. I gently coaxed her, but to no avail. She had rarely even touched my cock, much less had any desire to taste it.
Even though I continued to find ways to help her relax and enjoy her sexuality, I was afraid that Jessica and I were destined to no-frills sex with little passion. The breakthrough came one evening when she made a strange request: She wanted to begin our lovemaking by lying on her back immobile in a spread-eagle position. As she held still, I was to have my way with her. At this point I was willing to try anything, so I readily complied.
Once she had assumed the position I straddled one of her hands and rubbed myself over her outstretched fingers. Then I removed my underwear and began to rub my cock across her hand, up her arm and up to her shoulder. My pre-come was oozing from my cockhead as I positioned my dick over her breasts and began to rub the sticky substance over her nipples. Jessica started writhing on the bed, and at first I didn't know whether she was turned on or trying to avoid me. I kissed her deeply, pressing my tongue into her mouth. Sensing her hot response, I pushed on. I turned around so that my cock was bouncing above her nose and my balls were almost touching her mouth. Then I moved down and began licking her thighs. When I found her clit and began licking and sucking it, I felt her muscles begin to tighten. She dug her fingernails into the sheets and I fell forward onto her, losing my creamy load all over.
This seemed to free her. If Jessica could relinquish control, then she seemed able to enjoy herself and do things that she previously would not have done.
One summer night, when we were coming back from a party, I told Jessica that I would love to see her sitting in the car without her blouse. Much to my delight, she took it off. She had on a lacy black bra. I then asked her if she had on black panties as well. She responded by taking off her skirt. Here we were driving down the interstate with her in only her underwear. I slowed down since I was coming up on a truck. I didn't want to pass him and put on a show. She then moved over on the seat and began to unfasten the buttons on my shirt. Next she began stroking my chest. Then she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and began to stroke my dick through my underwear. When I glanced in the rearview mirror I saw that a truck traveling at a good speed would soon overtake me. I could either speed up and pass the guy in front of me or let this guy pass me. Either way, one of the drivers would get himself a show.
Suddenly Jessica arched her back and took off her bra. The truck behind us slowed, honked its horn and then roared by. Now she was really turned on. She moved back over to her seat and began rubbing her tits and moving one hand between her legs. Another truck
passed. I reached over, placed my hand on hers and helped rub her pussy. Jessica responded by pulling my dick out of my underwear and sliding her fingers up and down my shaft. When I exploded all over her hand she just smiled. I exited the highway and headed home so we could continue our adventures in privacy.
Since then, we've made love in the park, on our back deck, in the lake, in the ocean, in the hot tub, in front of mirrors and all over the house. I give her sensuous massages and she strokes me, makes love to me and sucks my cock. Besides being my best friend, she is the woman who knows my deepest needs and how to satisfy them. She is my soulmate. She is my wife.—C.A., Rhinebeck, New York
LOVING WIFE KEEPS THE DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE FOR ROUND-THE-CLOCK CARE
I have read Penthouse publications for many years. In the early seventies I read Penthouse every month. Later I added Forum because I particularly liked their letters. After I got married I continued to read these magazines but started sharing them with my wife. Many times we used your letters to add spice to our love-making. Now we mostly read Penthouse Letters because I think they have the best letters around.
All these years I have been waiting to have an experience worthy of your magazine. It never happened! It's not that I haven't tried. Rita (my wife) and I have gotten ourselves into some really interesting situations. We have been to swinging parties, met with couples and have even had a couple of threesomes. Now, don't get me wrong. These experiences were fun, but none reached what I considered to be Penthouse Letters quality. Finally, however, I suddenly realized that I have been living for years with a woman worthy of the Penthouse Letters Hall of Fame: my wife Rita.