Letters to Penthouse XX

by Penthouse International

  We came within seconds of each other, and then Jeannette immediately moved up and started French-kissing me. I thought that was so sexy, the way she kissed me after eating me out. We both had come all over each other’s face, and we licked it off each other’s lips and cheeks.

  We continued to play with each other until it was almost time for my aunt to get home. As she was leaving, Jeannette grabbed my hand and told me to follow her. I asked her where we were going, but she just told me to come along. She opened the apartment door and pulled me outside. Then she held me in her arms, slid two fingers inside me and gave me a big long French kiss. “I’ll see you later,” she said then, and ran up the stairs. We were both nude and had come all over our thighs. For a moment I just stood there frozen. Then I realized where I was and ran back inside. But I was laughing. I had never known anyone like Jeannette, and I never have since.

  For the rest of my stay Jeannette and I played together every day, and by the time I left I was looking forward to all the things I would be able to teach my friend Melissa.—Name and address withheld

  SAYING SHE WAS A LESBIAN KEPT THE GUYS AWAY,

  BUT WHAT ABOUT CHERYL?

  My wife Barbara and I are in our thirties and have always had a wonderful sex life. We often talk about our fantasies in bed, and one of Barbara’s has long been to make it with another woman. I always told her that it would be okay with me if she wanted to act on this desire, but for a long time she never did.

  Then one day Barbara came home from an out-of-town business trip and told me this story.

  On the last night of the convention Barbara and a group of her coworkers went to the hotel bar for some drinks. Now my wife is a very attractive woman, with blonde hair, brown eyes and a tanned, athletic body, and as she sat at the bar some of the men began to come on to her. After a while she got kind of tired of being harassed, so in an attempt to turn them off she told them, “Leave me alone, I don’t like boys!”

  This worked quite effectively as far as the men were concerned; but one of the women at the bar had overheard her statement, and after a minute she came over to Barbara, sat down next to her and said, “I don’t like boys either.”

  This woman was about five feet six and a hundred twenty pounds, with short auburn hair and brown eyes. She told Barbara her name was Cheryl. Barbara told Cheryl she was glad she had come over and saved her from the guys. But it was getting late, and most of the people she had come with were leaving, so Barbara decided to call it a night. She said good night to Cheryl and made her way to the elevator to go up to her room.

  As the elevator doors were closing, Cheryl slipped in, smiling at Barbara. “Hi,” Cheryl said. “Guess what—I’m staying here too!” At that point Barbara began to feel strangely excited, and the feeling increased when Cheryl asked her if she really liked women only. Barbara told her truthfully that she was married and had never been with another woman, though she had fantasized about it.

  With that Cheryl moved behind Barbara and started to kiss the back of her neck. At the same time her hands moved around to the front of Barbara’s jeans, gently brushing over her crotch. The sensation made Barbara lean forward, and Cheryl took her by the hips, grinding and bumping into her ass. Both women were now on fire.

  When the elevator stopped at Cheryl’s floor, both of them got out and headed for Cheryl’s room. Once inside, Cheryl dropped to her knees and unbuttoned Barbara’s jeans. Pulling them down, along with her panties, Cheryl stuck out her tongue and licked her way down over Barbara’s belly until her mouth was on her pussy. Barbara looked down to see those big brown eyes staring up at her, while that voracious mouth worked on her squirming cunt. Cheryl’s tongue lapped all around her crotch, pausing only to allow her lips to suck on Barbara’s clit.

  Barbara was starting to shake as she drew near to climax. Then she was pulling at Cheryl’s head, pressing her face tightly into her pussy as she let go with a powerful orgasm.

  When she recovered, Barbara led Cheryl over to the couch. Cheryl was wearing a business suit with a short skirt. Barbara pushed her back on the couch and raised the skirt, exposing a nice pair of blue silk panties. Barbara was nervous about what she was about to do, but she was eager to do it. Taking a deep breath, she put her mouth over Cheryl’s panty-covered crotch. At the same time she slid her hand underneath the dark-haired woman and squeezed her ass.

  My wife was now tasting pussy for the first time, through Cheryl’s panties. Cheryl groaned and arched her body, pulling at her own panties so as to expose more of herself to Barbara. Barbara moved the panties to the side and plunged her tongue into Cheryl’s soft wet pussy. Then she began licking her slowly, from her ass to her clit. Soon Cheryl couldn’t hold back any longer, and she let herself go into Barbara’s mouth. Barbara did not back off, but continued to suck at that pussy, slurping up Cheryl’s juices.

  After that the two of them took turns licking pussy all night long. Barbara came home in a wonderful mood, and her newfound pleasure seemed to make our sex life even better.

  Barbara’s company will be having another convention in six months, and she is really looking forward to seeing Cheryl again. I might even go with her this time!—B.Y., Tucson, Arizona

  AN EXOTIC STRIPPER HELPED HER TO

  REALIZE HER LONG-HELD FANTASY

  My husband Victor and I have a great relationship. He is a gorgeous hunk of man, tan and muscular, with sexy hazel eyes and dark hair. I am five feet eight and very exotic looking, with dark brown hair, brown eyes and olive skin. I keep myself in great shape by working out five days a week.

  Victor and I have been married for fifteen years, and we love each other a lot. We have always been hot in the bedroom; we are very uninhibited when it comes to sex, and anything goes. He didn’t even mind when I told him that I sometimes fantasized about being with another woman sexually. He just said that if that was what I wanted I should go for it, and I decided that some day I would.

  About two years ago we went on vacation to Hawaii. On our first night there we decided to go out and see if we could find something fun to do. I was feeling extremely horny that night, and I felt ready for anything. I was dressed in a provocative manner; tight pants, a little tank top and high heels. You could see the outline of my body through my clothing, and I reveled in it.

  We drove down along the coast of the beautiful island. The warm air made me feel even more sexual, and already I had a sense of hotness between my legs, an aching feeling, as though I was waiting to be touched.

  As we approached the outskirts of the city we passed a strip club, and I suddenly got very excited at the thought of going in there, and of watching a bunch of naked strippers writhing and dancing onstage. I turned to my husband. “Did you see that strip club back there?” I said. “Let’s go back and check it out.”

  I could see the excitement in Victor’s face when I said that. I think that in addition to his desire to see the strippers, he was also curious to see how I would react and what I would do. At the first opportunity he turned the car around and we went back to the club.

  We sauntered in and found a place to sit close to the catwalk where the women danced. We ordered drinks and watched the show. The women were beautiful and uninhibited, showing off their tits and their shaved pussies for everyone to see. It made me excited, especially because the audience was mostly men and I was almost the only woman there, aside from the dancers. After a few drinks I was feeling just a bit tipsy and extremely horny. This was my first experience at a strip club, so I wanted it to be a night to remember.

  Many of the men, too, seemed to be excited by the fact that I, as a woman, enjoyed watching the dancers. Some of them began handing me dollar bills, so the strippers would approach me and take the money. The dancers were all creative and sexual in their own ways, but there was one who really caught my eye. She was a beautiful Polynesian woman whose name—her stage name, anyway—was Koko. She was of medium height and had a gorgeous body. Her nipples stood up proudly, hard and erect. H
er pussy was shaved in a perfect V. Her luscious skin was tan and smooth, her ass shaped like a ripe apricot. She was just succulent, and she moved like a hungry tiger, looking for something to devour. I wanted to taste her right then and there, but I knew I had to contain myself.

  I put one of the bills the guys had given me down on the catwalk in front of me. Koko crawled over to me like an animal. Picking up the money, she then crooked her finger at me, motioning me to come up on stage. I looked at my husband and he grinned back at me, telling me with his eyes to go ahead. So I did, to the cheering and calling of the watching men.

  Koko told me to lie down on my back, and I did. There I was, lying in front of all those men, wondering what was going to happen next. Koko straddled me, then pulled out the dollar bill I had given her and put it down my shirt, between my breasts. I was so excited I could hardly breathe. My nipples were hard, nearly bursting through my shirt. Then Koko brought her mouth to mine and kissed me. Her hands wandered, stroking over my body. She touched my nipples through my tank top, tracing them with her fingertips. She then slowly pulled down the straps of my top, exposing my breasts to everyone, as she retrieved the dollar bill with her teeth.

  The men around the stage were straining to get closer, and those further back were standing on chairs to get a better look. Koko smiled at me, and her eyes sparkled erotically. “Oh yessss, look at you,” she said softly. I closed my eyes, and she leaned down to put her mouth on my nipples, sucking them hard, licking them with her hot tongue. The wetness of her mouth was enough to drive me crazy. Her tongue flicked my nipples rapidly, making them harder. My thighs were shaking with the excitement of it all. I was so aroused that I could feel the moisture from my pussy soaking through my pants.

  Koko continued mouthing my breasts while slithering her naked body all over me. Woman against woman, pussy against pussy. It was enough to drive me wild. Finally she gave me one long deep kiss on the mouth, then pulled me up. She thanked me, smiling at me teasingly while everyone applauded. I smiled back and went to sit down again. But I wanted that woman, and I wanted her bad.

  I managed to pull myself together while watching some of the other dancers and having some more drinks with my gorgeous husband. He was nearly as excited as I was at what I had done. It was something new for us, and he was glad to be a part of it. I could tell that he was aroused by the hardness in his pants. My hands wandered over him, and I let my pinkie flick over that sizeable bulge. Then I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, “Oh my god, I’m so wet!”

  Victor excused himself then, and disappeared off somewhere, returning in a few minutes hand in hand with Koko, the Polynesian stripper. He had bought me a lap dance, he told me, and Koko was it. I was very excited at the thought of watching her dance just for me. I was even more pleasantly surprised when she took my hand and led me to a private room. She and I were going to be alone, with no one else to see. We were all over each other as soon as the door closed. She smiled at me sexily and leaned against me, pushing me down onto a sofa. She kissed my mouth, pushing her tongue inside and tasting me thoroughly. I kissed her back, and our roaming tongues as we explored each other’s mouth turned me on even more.

  Then Koko stood up and started stripping for me. She took off everything and stood naked, touching herself erotically, dancing slowly and sensuously.

  My hands burned for her body. “Can I touch you?” I asked breathlessly.

  “Yes,” she smiled. “You can.”

  My hands went crazy then, touching every part of her, exploring every inch of her body. I ran my tongue up and down over her smooth flesh, while she squeezed her own nipples, soft moans coming from her mouth. Finally she motioned me to lie down and she laid her naked body down on top of me, her mouth covering mine. When we broke the kiss she pulled off my top, exposing my breasts. The sensation of my hard nipples rubbing against hers, erect and aching, made me want her even more. Her skin was hot, and I knew she wanted me too.

  Leaning up a bit, she slid my pants down, uncovering my lacy thong panties. Her hands slid underneath me, touching my ass and giving it a quick squeeze, as she again rubbed her breasts against mine. Oh god, I was so wet that I could feel my juices soaking my panties and oozing onto my thigh. Koko felt my wetness too. She pulled my panties to the side and pushed her fingers inside me, causing me to gasp and throw my head back with a whinny of pleasure. Back and forth, in and out of my pussy her fingers went with ease. Then she pulled them out and brought them up to her mouth, licking them hungrily, tasting my wetness, savoring it as though it was her last meal. Then she brought them to my mouth, tracing them over my lips so I could taste myself. The flavor was sweet and musky and it drove me crazy.

  Koko was still moaning sensuously. She moved down on me, kissing my breasts and then my stomach, and as she moved still lower her hands clutched my panties and slid them down my legs and off. Now we were both totally naked. I gave a loud cry as I felt her mouth on my pussy. Then her tongue was working, in and out of me, and on my clit, and I was twisting and humping up at her face and almost screaming with the fabulous sensation. I think I actually did scream when I came.

  Koko slid back up to kiss my panting mouth, and as soon as I recovered my breath I turned her over so that she was lying face up on top of me, her nipples poking up in the air. I let my hands wander, touching those nipples, tweaking them a bit, while whispering in her ear, surprising myself by telling her the things I wanted to do to her, things that made her moan even more. She turned her head as far as she could, and I strained up to meet her mouth with mine, our tongues licking and probing again. My hands slid down to her squirming mound. It was drenched with excitement. She moaned more loudly when I touched her clit. It was swollen and ready to be pleasured. I let my fingers slide up and down her slit, feeling the slick wetness of her pussy. Then I rubbed at that stiff little button, making her cry out with passion.

  I was in heaven, and I didn’t want this ever to end. But Koko knew that our time was up, and however reluctantly, she told me that we had to go. She slowly got to her feet, pulling me up against her. I kissed her hard again. “Wait,” I said then. “I want to taste your pussy.” And before she could reply I slid quickly to the floor between her legs, pushing my face against her mound, licking and sucking fast and furiously. I pushed my fingers inside her as I did so, and she went wild.

  “Oh yesss, lick my pussy!” she cried. “Eat it good, baby!” The smell of her cunt was incredibly intoxicating, and the softness of that shaved pussy against my mouth was almost enough to make me come myself. Her hips were bucking against my face as if she were fucking a cock. The feeling of it was unreal. Her hands held my head in place while I feasted on her swiftly flowing juices. I could feel her getting closer, hear her moans getting louder and louder. Her head fell back, her mouth opened, her chest thrust forward and her thighs shook uncontrollably against my face.

  Oh god, her come was so warm and sweet against my lips. I savored every bit of it as I lapped it up, careful not to waste a drop.

  Finally I stood up again and hugged her tight. We kissed one last time, then dressed quickly. She told me with a grin that that was the best dance she had ever given, and that if I came back we could do it again. I said I would surely try. As we came out of the little room, Koko embraced me again and kissed me hard, right in front of the bouncer and the audience of men, including my husband. Then she went off to get ready for her next show.

  Victor was agog with anticipation, waiting to hear what had happened inside that private room. Careless of who was watching, I straddled my husband’s lap and whispered in his ear, briefly telling him some of the things we had done. Then I kissed him, with the taste of Koko’s juices still on my lips. He licked his lips hungrily, and I felt the hardness in his pants growing quickly. I squirmed against it, but there was only so much we could do in that situation. We left quickly, both of us hot and horny beyond belief. When we got back to the hotel we fucked ourselves silly all night long. Whenever Victor’s p
assion showed signs of flagging, all I had to do was mention some detail or other of what Koko and I had done, and he would spring to life again.

  Although we talked about it, we never did go back to that club during the rest of our vacation. It was as though I had fulfilled my long-held fantasy, had found out what it was like to taste a woman, to take her and be taken by her, and now I had no need to do it again. I was glad to have done it, and I still thought of Koko with great pleasure—and do to this day—but it was done, and I was ready to move on to other things.

  Which things? That’s another story.—R.L., Tarrytown, New York

  HER BEST FRIEND HAD A PRUDISH REPUTATION,

  BUT SHE KNEW A LOT MORE THAN SHE LET ON

  My best friend Serena was sleeping over at my house on a Friday night. We slept over at each other’s house quite often. Serena was very pretty and very sweet, but always seemed quite prim and proper. Both of us were eighteen, and had had a very sheltered upbringing. I also had a reputation for being a prude, but actually I had a sexual secret that I wanted to share with Serena, although I had some fear that she would be offended and we would no longer be friends. My secret was that I had a lot of sexual feelings, even though I was still a virgin.

  Through experimentation I had discovered the pleasure I could give myself by touching my vagina, and I couldn’t believe the intensity of the sensations I felt when I achieved my first orgasm. From then on I would get myself off almost every night. I found that I could get off many times a night when my mood was just right. God, I loved my vagina and the way it made me feel! And I couldn’t help wondering if Serena had ever experienced anything like that.

  Serena and I, friends from childhood, were quite familiar with the look of each other’s body, but that night when we undressed for bed I felt a strange tension between us. I was pretty sure Serena was having the same kind of thoughts I was, and she proved me right when, looking directly at my crotch, she shyly asked, “Janice, have you ever tried giving yourself an orgasm by playing with yourself?”