This might be okay, I thought, as I reached up and very lightly rubbed her cunt lips. She did the same. I eased apart her cunt lips and played with her clit with the end of my index finger. Again she did the same. The more I got into this, the more I felt like I was playing with myself. I decided to get braver. I lapped at her clit and the outer edges of her hole. As I in turn received these manipulations, I felt my juices drip down my ass-cheeks. I stuck my tongue into her hole and wiggled it in and out as if it was a small dick.
“I thought you said you’d never done this before,” she gasped. Then she screamed, “Ohhh, I’m coming!” I kept working her with my tongue, every once in a while replacing my flicking tongue with small butterfly kisses. By this time I was in my own world, so I was completely unaware of the fact that the closet door had opened.
I was on the verge of coming all over Terry’s pretty face when I felt a hand rub my titties. “I told you I’d help get you off,” said a deep male voice.
I must have jumped ten feet. Then I turned to see a hunk of a man with the biggest dick I’d ever seen. He smiled and I recognized him from the mall parking lot. It was the man who had watched me masturbate.
“Now I know I just died and went to heaven,” I said.
“Think you could handle ten inches in that pussy?” he asked as he mounted me.
He slid it in as smooth as silk. His penis was so enormous it felt as if it was reaching up to my chest. As he fucked me, Terry kissed and licked my belly and chest. Then she moved down and started lapping and kissing my ass and his balls. At that point I lost it. I came so hard I think I must have had five orgasms all at once. I felt like I was going to pass out. Moments later he pulled out, shooting his load all over my face and mouth. I tried to catch most of it with my mouth, and what I missed Terry was quick to lap up.
The man explained, “I came home that night and told my wife about this hot chick who got herself off in the parking lot. Then she told me about this girl with great tits she had met in the mall. Well, we put two and two together and discovered we had both met the same girl. By the way,” he added, “thanks for allowing me to watch . . . again.”—W.T., Los Angeles, California
OLD FRIENDS DISCOVER NEW SECRETS IN BED
During my last Christmas break, I went home to southern Florida and was delighted when a friend whom I hadn’t seen since high school called to tell me she was having a small slumber party.
I arrived at Ann-Marie’s parents’ house on Saturday afternoon and found out that her parents were out of town. Bonus!
Ann-Marie answered the door wearing the most revealing bathing suit I’ve ever seen—I could tell right away she keeps her pussy shaved. I couldn’t deny how good Ann-Marie’s body felt against mine when we hugged. She led me to a small room and told me to pick out a bathing suit and meet everybody by the pool. It’s not that I’m big, but Ann-Marie is kind of petite, so all of her suits were revealing on me, too. I finally settled on a bikini that revealed more of my tits than it covered while the bottoms rode up my crack!
When I made it out to the pool, I noticed that Lucy (another old friend) was also wearing a tiny bikini and that she really looked great. Lucy, Ann-Marie and I were all good friends in high school, and we laughed and told stories about college all afternoon. Just the three of us used a whole bottle of oil that day as it seemed one of us was constantly putting oil on one of the others.
Ann-Marie surprised me a little when she was rubbing oil on my back and her hands slid down to my butt. She spent a lot of time rubbing my ass-cheeks and inner thighs, and her fingers even slid under my suit a time or two. Lucy also surprised me a little later when she was sitting behind me, rubbing oil on my neck and shoulders, and her hands slid down and around and began rubbing my tits. Part of me wanted to object, but I ended up letting her hands oil my chest completely. There was no way she didn’t notice how hard my nipples were in her hands.
Later that afternoon we decided to clean up and go out for pizza. While waiting my turn for the shower, Ann-Marie came around collecting bathing suits. When I started removing my top, Ann-Marie got behind me and began pulling at the bottoms. Again her hands roamed all over my ass, and then I was completely naked in front of my friend. We talked for a minute, and while we did, she kept one hand on my butt. Wow, was I learning a lot about my old friend!
When we arrived back at Ann-Marie’s later that evening, we all went to her bedroom to change clothes again. Ann-Marie opened up a drawer that had all kinds of sexy underwear and nighties in it, and we all went through it to pick something out to wear. Lucy ended up wearing a pair of underwear that looked as if someone had just sewed a couple of strings together, and a little T-shirt that showed off her big 38C tits. Ann-Marie wore a tiny white nightie that was low-cut and showed off her sexy, tight ass. I picked out a matching pair of panties and tank top that also showed off about everything I had. We all ended up downstairs and pulled out a sofa bed and climbed on.
As we talked, the conversation turned to sex. I had noticed how Lucy and Ann-Marie kept touching each other—and occasionally me. Ann-Marie then broke out a big joint and the three of us smoked it and began giggling like a bunch of schoolgirls. Then Ann-Marie got out some of her older brother’s Penthouse Letters and we began to read stories to each other. After a couple of stories, feeling very high and horny, I told my friends that these stories were beginning to get to me. They laughed, and Ann-Marie put a tape in the VCR, telling me that we would now see how hot I could really get.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed with Ann-Marie sitting on the floor between my legs. Lucy was straddled behind me with her legs on both sides of me and her tits pushing into my back. The first scene of the movie started with this nice-looking guy getting a blowjob from this beautiful blonde. The two actors really went at it and, in the end, the guy orgasmed in the blonde’s mouth. I had never seen an X-rated film before, and I hardly had time to believe what I had just seen before the next scene began.
It had the same blonde along with another pretty blonde. One of the girls began to suck and lick the other’s toes, and I wondered aloud, in a stuttering voice, “Are these two going to get it on?”
Ann-Marie and Lucy laughed before Lucy suggested that Ann-Marie suck my feet like they were doing it in the movie. Ann-Marie turned to me with a hungry look in her eyes and began to suck my big toe. Her soft lips and hot tongue felt great, and before long I was really enjoying it. Lucy was still behind me, peeking over my shoulder at Ann-Marie and letting her hands run over my tits.
Ann-Marie soon began to run her tongue up my legs, nibbling and sucking wherever she could. I was nervous, but I was enjoying it too much to stop her. Skipping my pubic area (for now), she licked her way up to my tits. My nipples were so hard, and Ann-Marie was licking and biting them through the thin material covering them. Lucy then pulled my top off and laid me back on the bed. She began sucking one tit while Ann-Marie went at the other. Both of them began to feel my pussy and I was enjoying having the two of them working on me at the same time. Ann-Marie backed off long enough to strip everyone out of their clothes, and then she began kissing me on the lips. Her mouth and tongue were so soft that I wondered why I had waited this long to kiss a girl. Lucy then pushed Ann-Marie away and hung her big tits in my face; I got my first chance to play with another woman’s tits.
As if they were fighting over me, Ann-Marie pushed Lucy away and lowered her pussy onto my face. Not to be outdone, Lucy got between my legs, teasing my naked pussy with her tongue and fingers. While Lucy obviously knew exactly what she was doing, I tried to match her moves. When she slurped up and down the slit of my pussy, I did the same to Ann-Marie. When Lucy started diddling my clit with her tongue, I brought the same oral pleasure to Ann-Marie. And when I was pleasantly surprised to find Lucy’s audacious tongue popping in and out of my tight anus, I threw caution to the wind and decided to taste this side of life for myself. 1 could tell by Ann-Marie’s cries that she was enjoying it all just as much as I was.
I exploded into orgasm after orgasm that evening, as did Ann-Marie and Lucy. We three rolled around so much, sucking each other’s twats, licking each other’s tits and doing just about everything else we could think of that I don’t know how I have gotten along all this time without the pleasures of lesbian love.
I was the first to wake up the next morning, and I was excited to have the first shot at the shower. Lucy soon joined me, however, and we rubbed our big tits together and French-kissed. After getting out of the shower, she and I went into the kitchen and began to play with each other some more. Ann-Marie soon came in and watched us for a while before she went and took a shower and then joined in again. Before that day was over with, I think we made love to one another in every room of the house!—Name and address withheld
STRANGE INTERLUDE LEADS
TO A ROOM OF THEIR OWN
For my birthday a few months ago, a friend of mine gave me two tickets to see a Broadway show. Naturally, my husband and I were excited to be going the minute we received the tickets. The night before the show, however, my husband came home from work and said he had a very important business meeting the next day and wouldn’t be able to go. I was upset at first, but then I decided to call my friend Darlene (who had given me the tickets) to see if she would be able to go with me. She said she didn’t have any plans and would be happy to come along.
The following morning I picked Darlene up at her house and we drove to the train station. The conversation on the way into the city was about our husbands. Darlene explained to me that she doesn’t enjoy having sex with her husband anymore.
“I’m tired of him humping me and then falling asleep. It seems like it’s usually over in five minutes or less,” Darlene said. “Is your husband good in bed?”
“He’s okay, but I would prefer more foreplay,” I said.
As the conversation continued, Darlene looked at me all of a sudden and said, “I’ve always wanted to see what it would be like to make love to a woman.” When she said this, she gently slid her hand up my thigh and squeezed my hand. My heart beat a little faster as she looked into my eyes. I have always had feelings for Darlene, but because we were both married, I never pursued anything.
She held me for a little while and then eventually let go. We didn’t say anything more until we arrived at Grand Central. When we stood up to get off the train, we faced each other and she moved her body close to me. So close, in fact, that I could feet her hard nipples press against mine through our clothes. I had to resist the urge to kiss her since people were all around us.
We finally made it out of the station and started walking toward Broadway. After we walked for ten minutes, Darlene announced that she had to go to the bathroom. Since I’ve been to the city many times before, I suggested we stop at a hotel. They never know if you’re a guest or not. When we reached the bathroom, Darlene grabbed my hand and we both went into the handicapped stall.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “Someone will catch us, crazy!” As I said this, I just kept smiling because the only thing I wanted to do was kiss her.
“I’m not doing anything,” Darlene said as she pushed her body up against me.
Darlene moved her face right up to mine and said, “Now I got you right where I want you.” She licked my lips gently before she softly kissed them. Next thing I knew, she was unbuttoning my shirt as we kept on kissing. I could feel my pussy getting wet just from her kissing me, so I couldn’t imagine how wet it would be if we started doing anything else.
When my shirt was all the way undone, and my bra as well, Darlene pulled away from our kiss and looked into my eyes. She brought her index finger up to her mouth and licked it with the tip of her tongue. Then she moved her hand down to one of my hard nipples and started to circle the areola with her wet finger. Darlene did the same thing with her other hand to my other nipple. My knees were about to buckle.
Darlene kissed me gently on the lips one more time and moved her head down toward where her hands were. I looked down to see Darlene push my breasts together with her hands as her head moved back and forth, the tip of her tongue gently flicking one nipple and then the other. I didn’t think my nipples could get any harder, but I was wrong. Each time her tongue touched one, it seemed to get a tiny bit harder.
I could feel my pussy throbbing, and I knew I was going to explode soon. I was moaning so loud, I thought for sure we would be arrested. As Darlene’s tongue massaged my nipples, her hands were massaging the under parts of my breasts, squeezing them lightly and lifting them up at the same time. It felt so wonderful that I didn’t want her to stop. I grabbed her head and pulled her closer to my chest. She was making me crazy.
As I grabbed Darlene’s head, she reached under my skirt and moved my panties to the side. Her middle finger moved into my slit.
“You are so wet,” Darlene said. “You must like what I’ve been doing so far.”
All I could do was moan louder. Darlene pushed her finger gently into my soaking wet hole and then slid it almost all the way out.
“Do you want me to put it back in?” Darlene asked.
“Oh, yes! Please don’t stop. You’re going to make me explode,” I said.
“Then tell me what you want,” Darlene said.
“I want you to put your finger in my pussy and make me come,” I said.
Darlene slid her finger into my hole again and just twisted it around really slow. That was when I lost it and started coming all over her hand. I could feel my pussy contracting around her finger, and I didn’t ever want her to remove it.
As my breathing returned to normal, we heard someone enter the stall next to us. That’s when I suggested to Darlene that we get a room.
“What about the play?” Darlene asked.
“Who cares,” I said. “I want to make love to you for the rest of the day.”
When we checked in and got up to the room, we ordered a bottle of champagne. It didn’t take us long to pick up where we’d left off.
After the champagne was delivered, I popped the cork and poured two glasses. I turned to Darlene, who was standing by the bed watching me. We didn’t say a word, we just gazed into each other’s eyes. I could feel my body tingle as we stepped toward each other and kissed. We started taking off each other’s clothes as we kissed. I laid Darlene down on the bed and positioned myself on top of her.
“Now I have you right where I want you,” I said to her.
“Prove it,” Darlene said, kissing me again. I moved my face away and reached for a glass of champagne. I took a sip of it and put the tip of my finger into the glass. With my wet finger, I traced around her nipples with the cold champagne. I could feel her nipples getting hard from my touch.
“I love that. I love when you touch my nipples,” Darlene moaned. When both her nipples were rock-hard, I lifted myself up so my breasts were above hers. I lowered myself slowly so that the tip of her nipples touched mine. I moved my body up and down so that just our nipples rubbed against each other. As Darlene moaned louder, I moved a little faster. Then I repositioned my body so that my nipples rubbed against Darlene’s stomach. My tongue started going to work on her nipples, licking and flicking the tips of them.
“Oh, yeah, suck my nipples! Suck on them. I love it!” Darlene moaned.
So I started sucking on her nipples. They were rock-hard in my mouth. As I sucked each one, I continued to flick the tip with my tongue.
Darlene was going wild. Her hips were moving against my body, so I reached down and felt her pussy lips with my finger. She was soaked! I pushed my finger gently into her hole and pulled it out. I stopped sucking on her nipples for a minute so I could circle her nipples again with my finger. I spread her pussy juice all around each nipple and then looked into her eyes. I put my finger into my mouth and sucked the rest of the juice off. After I pulled my finger out of my mouth, I started sucking her sweet nectar from her nipples.
“Oh, my God, you’re making me crazy,” Darlene said. She was moaning so
loud that I thought I would have an orgasm just listening to her.
While I was still sucking on Darlene’s nipples, I moved my hand back down toward her pussy. My body was on top of hers, so it was easy to slip my finger back into her juicy hole. As I did this, I stopped sucking her nipples and moved up to kiss Darlene on the lips. Darlene reached down with her right hand and I felt her finger slide into my pussy.
“Oh, my God, you’re so wet!” Darlene said.
This seemed to arouse her even more. We both moved our fingers in and out of each other’s pussy with the same rhythm.
“Oh, yeah,” I said. “You’re going to make me come!”
We moved our bodies against each other as our fingers moved slowly in and out of our slippery pussies.
When I felt Darlene’s pussy start to contract around my finger, I slowly pushed it in as far as I could. She went crazy. You should have heard her scream. Right about the same time, I exploded, and I could feel my own contractions pulling Darlene’s finger in and out of me!
Our orgasms were so similar, it was hard to tell who was who. Needless to say, we never made it to the show. But we do go to New York City a whole lot more often.—L.S., Mamaroneck, New York
ROOMMATES FIND SOMETHING ELSE
THEY HAVE IN COMMON
I have a story to tell you, and I’m actually kind of excited that I really have the nerve to write it down.
I have been reading Penthouse Letters since I first found a copy in a friend of mine’s dad’s room one night during a sleepover. I’m twenty-two now, and I read it every time I get drunk enough to go buy one. I may be an anomaly among women, but I must admit that after reading the letters and looking at the pictorials (especially the multigirl ones) I masturbate fiercely. When I see three girls going at it, it really puts me over the edge. Keep ’em coming! (No pun intended.)
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