Letters to Penthouse XXXIX

by Letters to Penthouse XXXIX- Hot, Horny

  It was Megan who made the next move. She stood up and boldly said, “Well, shall we move the party to the bedroom?” Les and I quickly agreed, and as we walked down the hall, I stopped Megan, took her hand, and squeezed it.

  “I’m so glad,” I said. She hugged and kissed me in response.

  By the time we entered the bedroom Les already had all his clothes off. Even after five years of marriage, the sight of his body still turns me on. He is slim and tall, with the broad-shouldered physique of a swimmer. I quickly pulled off my T-shirt and unhooked my bra while Megan tugged off her shoes. Once we were naked, we all crawled into bed.

  Soon I had Les’s hands on my shoulders and Megan’s tongue in my mouth. I was lying beside my friend, running my hands along her legs and over her pussy, then up to her small but firm breasts. She moaned when I pinched her nipple, and then I ran my other hand down through her thick pubic hair and into her slippery cunt.

  It was the first time I had touched another woman’s body, the first time my finger had ever probed a cunt other than my own. It felt familiar and yet strange, like visiting the town you grew up in after being away for years. She was already dripping wet, and I slipped my finger inside her. Behind me, Les’s hot tongue was on the back of my neck, and his hand was massaging my ass. Megan’s leg was between my knees, pressing on my pubic bone.

  I kissed my way over her graceful neck as she arched toward me and moaned. As I licked my way down her body, she clutched my back. I took her breast into my mouth, and she grabbed my shoulders to pull me to her. I licked around her nipple, and then I bit it gently, making Megan groan.

  Les’s hand was moving toward my cunt, and when I moved onto all fours so that I could cover Megan’s body with kisses more easily, I felt his finger slide between my lips to play with my clitoris. That drove me into spasms as jolts of pleasure shot straight up my spine.

  “Like that?” he asked. “Yes,” I hissed, and then I slid down until I could smell the musk of her cunt. I buried my face in her crotch, licking the insides of her thighs as I ran my fingers over them. I shuddered as Les’s finger slipped in and out of me, and then I brought my mouth to Megan’s cunt, tasting another woman for the first time.

  I was amazed at how hard her clit was. I knew clits became erect, but her button against my tongue was like licking a fingertip. And her taste was similar to mine, sweet, with salty overtones. I worked gently at her clit, pacing myself so that she wouldn’t come too soon, and I groaned in the pleasure of giving her pleasure.

  Les slipped his finger out of my pussy and replaced it with his fat cock. I grabbed Megan’s ass in ecstasy as he filled me, and I moaned into her cunt. Then, more excited than I have ever been, I returned to licking her wet folds and lapping at her clit, with the occasional break for a deep probe of her vagina with my stiffened tongue. All the while, Les fucked me slowly from behind. I heard him grunting softly, and I opened my eyes to look up at Megan as I worked two of my fingers inside her. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her body trembled in response.

  At that moment I felt Les’s hands on my hips, bracing me so that he could thrust in faster. When I turned my attention back to Megan’s pussy she began moaning uncontrollably, shaking her head from side to side. I gently moved my finger back and forth inside her, lapping away at her clit, and in a sudden, violent surge she came, shaking and screaming, squeezing my head between her thighs. I kept licking her, but soon she pushed me away. I knew the feeling—sometimes the pleasure is so strong that it becomes almost unbearable.

  I didn’t have long to think about that, though, because Les took the opportunity to slip out of my pussy and roll me over onto my back. Then he gave me a good old-fashioned fucking, missionary-style. I wrapped my legs around him and ached with pleasure at his deep, grinding thrusts, the feel of his firm buttocks in my hands, the smell of his sweat. Pausing, he took my nipple in his mouth and bit it gently. I exploded, crying out as insistent waves of pleasure rippled up and down my spine, tingled at the back of my head, and pulsed in my cunt. When my orgasm had run its course, Les was lying on top of me, panting.

  “Did you come?” I asked. He shook his head, so I offered to do something about it.

  “No, let me,” Megan offered, which of course he agreed to. I had no problem with that, so I moved aside for her.

  Les lay back on the bed as Megan straddled his legs. She took his prick in her hand and engulfed it with her warm, soft lips. A mild aftershock passed through me at the sight of my husband being sucked off by our sexy friend. Her breasts pressed against his thighs and they looked so good that I reached out and stroked one. Megan looked at me, her eyes foggy with lust.

  After all that fucking it didn’t take long for Les to start the moaning I knew so well. He closed his eyes, gripped the bedsheets, and let loose with a noise close to a howl. One of his hands reached out and grabbed me. I’d thought he was flailing around until he guided me so that my legs were straddling his head. Then he pulled me down until my cunt was close enough for him to lick.

  God, it felt so good to have his tongue sliding over my folds. I moaned, which made Les moan, and then Megan moaned as well. Then I felt a mouth on my nipple and opened my eyes to see that Megan had moved so that she could suck my tits while pumping my husband’s cock with her hand. Les rolled over and slid his fingers into Megan’s wet cunt.

  “Oh, yeah, Les,” Megan said throatily. Taking that to be an invitation, Les moved and got behind Megan to guide his cock into her pussy. She stopped sucking my breast and grabbed me about the waist as he ground into her. As he began moving more quickly, our eyes locked and I smiled at him. He smiled back, and we watched each other as he came, pulling out in time to shoot his hot load onto Megan’s back.

  “Oh, yeah!” he shouted, stroking himself a few times as more cream erupted from his cock.

  Megan and I fell together on the bed beside him, her hands all over me, her mouth teasing one of my nipples again, my large breasts pressing against her pretty face. Her hands were between my legs, and as my husband watched the two of us, I thought to myself, This is going to be one hell of a night.

  —Ms. A.P., Corvallis, Oregon

  Inexperienced Peeper Has His Eyes Opened by Accomplished Trio of Show-Offs

  We were losing the first baseball game of the season, so I turned my attention from the diamond and slowly scanned the minor league stadium, peeping through my binoculars and focusing on a blonde in the third row behind home plate.

  I allowed my eyes to wander over her ample breasts, which were bouncing up and down inside a tight sweatshirt as she energetically cheered. Considering the rotten position that our team was in, I admired her spirit. She shouted and jumped, kicking back her long, tan legs. As I glimpsed her round butt sheathed in tight shorts my cock stirred in my pants. Then, unexpectedly, she turned to face me. Her piercing green eyes connected directly with my binoculars. Her eyelids narrowed as if she knew that I was watching her. I took the binoculars from my eyes and put them on my lap, covering my swollen hard-on. She smiled seductively and started making her way toward where I was sitting.

  “You live in my building, don’t you?” she said. I noticed that her nipples were hard and poking out in invitation. “I’m having a dinner party tonight for some close friends. You’re invited.” I was overwhelmed by her boldness. “Oh, and just wear your pajamas,” she added. She scribbled her address on my hot dog wrapper. “I’m Samantha, by the way. You can call me Sam.”

  That night, Sam answered the door in a short black lace teddy.

  “I thought you were kidding about the pj’s,” I said, tugging at my white T-shirt. She led me into the dining room, handing me a glass of sparkling pink Champagne on the way, and introduced me to Paul and Brenda. Paul wore black and purple satin boxers. Smiling, he rubbed his face over Brenda’s brassiere. Then he knelt to kiss her bare, flat tummy and, peeking into her pink thong, pursed his lips and blew softly over her sex. Brenda inhaled, lowering her smoldering dark eyes
, and leaned over, covering her man’s back with her long black hair. She seemed to forget that I was there.

  The four of us sat in Sam’s comfortable dining room, our conversation covering a variety of subjects. Since we were all around the same age with a number of shared interests, we didn’t lack for stuff to talk about. I couldn’t help stealing glances up Sam’s ripe legs and ass as she walked in and out of the kitchen serving crackers and oysters. After the appetizer, Paul winked at me mysteriously and followed Brenda into another room.

  “Oh, it’s follow the leader,” Sam said. “But I bet you like to play hide and seek.” She pulled my shirt off over my head and blindfolded me with it. “Wait here, count to one hundred, and then try to find us.”

  She started rubbing the heel of her palm up and down over my tightening crotch as I counted each stroke and listened to moist, sibilant sounds coming from another room. Then she left. I counted to sixty-nine and then, curiosity getting the better of me, hesitantly followed the breathy noises, feeling my way along the walls until I accidentally cracked open a door.

  I listened to the trio’s pleasurable moans. Finally, the blindfold was too much, and I untied the knot, squinting through the slit in the doorway to get a closer look at Sam and Brenda, naked and on all fours, fondling each other’s breasts and taking turns sucking Paul’s hard, wet cock.

  I unzipped my tight jeans and smeared the slippery fluid on the head and all over the shaft of my unrelieved cock. I then wrapped a fist at its thick base and began stroking my balls with the other hand.

  “Peek-a-boo,” Samantha teased. “Would you like to watch me suck his cock?” I didn’t answer and held my breath as she accepted Paul’s large member into her eager mouth. The sight of her mouth pumping his cock back and forth across her tongue kept me glued to the spot. I rolled my cock between my hands and squeezed my fists rhythmically as Sam gripped the length of Paul’s cock and pressed her lips around its base. I accelerated my strokes in time to her smooth, hydraulic clamp while she lathered his rod and Brenda’s tongue mopped her wet pussy.

  Last year back in my hometown, I accidentally witnessed my neighbor’s wife masturbating through her backyard window. I remembered how her legs spread, allowing her probing fingers to coax the pleasure in and out of her sex as I watched her get off from a distance. Now, though, I was so close to the action that I could see Sam’s soaking pussy, and an irresistible force welled to bursting inside me. My tongue, upper lip, and the tip of my nose felt numb as I shot milky streams of semen into my hands.

  My cock remained hard as the women changed positions, lying side by side on the bed and offering Paul their asses. Paul plunged alternately into Samantha’s cunt and then Brenda’s. Then the girls flipped over so they were facing each other and tit-fucked his cock until he splashed his cream all over their happy smiles. I beat my meat and came again.

  I watched their impassioned coupling until the early hours of the morning when Sam called me to bed. The four of us slept until noon the next day.

  “You could have joined us,” Samantha said. “I like to watch,” I answered. “Maybe next time,” she said.

  The next weekend, Paul, Brenda, Sam, and I went to a big party, and at one point found ourselves in the backyard between the punch bowl and the swimming pool. Promoted from rustic Peeping Tom to educated voyeur, I checked out the party with new eyes. The bass of the loudspeakers thumped a deep, sexual rhythm into the air. Bumped by a gyrating lambada dancer, Brenda spilled her drink and took a tumble into the pool. Paul grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her up. Her pussy lips pouted through a transparent white cotton dress sticking between her thighs. The soaked cloth clung to the contours of her breasts, causing her nipples to harden in the cool evening breeze. She wrapped her arms around Paul’s neck and kissed him.

  “I’ve got to change,” Brenda said. “I’m all wet.” She bent over and twisted the excess water out of her hair. Then she traipsed across the veranda and slid open the glass door, stepping into the house.

  “Follow the leader,” Paul said, winking at me. I followed both of them through the house and into the bathroom. Paul peeled Brenda’s dress from her shoulders while she unbuttoned his jeans. My pupils dilated, soaking in their striptease as they pushed aside a vinyl curtain and stepped into a steaming shower. My eyes were glued to Brenda, who was on her knees facing Paul, her fingernails scratching underneath his testicles as she inhaled his cock. I reached under my T-shirt, tickling my nipples with my fingertips. I dropped my shorts with the other hand and started stroking my growing hard-on. Brenda straddled the edge of the bathtub and, spreading her fingers wide, exposed her inviting, inner pink sex petals.

  “Caught you again, you naughty boy,” Samantha said, coming up behind me and appraising Paul and Brenda’s performance. “You like what you see?” she continued, sliding her hand languidly up and down my cock. “Do you like what you feel?”

  I did. I closed my eyes and kissed my way down Sam’s firm stomach. Reaching into the front of her string bi-kini, I pushed my middle finger into her wet pussy. She moaned, and as before the temptation to watch forced my eyes open as Samantha’s bikini bottom fell to the floor and revealed her mound. She teasingly ran the head of my cock over her slippery slit as I kissed her breasts and caught Paul pumping his dick into Brenda out of the corner of my eye.

  “I want your big cock inside my pussy,” Samantha said.

  Gently, I backed her against the door, and she cooed hotly in my ear as I penetrated her cunt. Our eyes communicated the unconscious passion that we both felt and, open-mouthed, our smoldering lips met. She bucked me out of her saddle and pushed away from the wall, laying me flat on my back. I turned my head when I heard the shower curtain rip from its rod, and Brenda’s head softly landed near mine, her legs wrapped around Paul’s ass, while Sam lowered her cunt around my prick. Everything was happening all at once. The muffled sounds of the wild party outside added an urgent ambience to our couplings.

  Dizzy with delight, I drove my cock deeper and harder into Samantha’s juice-soaked hole until she shuddered in joyous release. When she massaged my balls in her palm, it was like a bullwhip stinging around the barrel of my cock, and I rammed a slick middle finger into her ass as I shot a creamy load of come into her cunt. Simultaneously, Sam shuddered through what appeared to be an intensely satisfying orgasm, and Paul grunted and unsheathed his cock from Brenda’s juicy cunt.

  “Come, baby. Come on. Show him. All over me,”

  Brenda said, jerking his prick with staccato precision until it was splashing globs of creamy semen on her tummy, over her breasts, throat, and under her chin. Sam smiled lazily and Brenda sighed.

  Suddenly, we were jolted back to reality by someone banging on the locked bathroom door. “C’mon, what are you guys doing in there?” came a voice laced with annoyance.

  I’d never had so much fun.

  —Mr. D.P., South Bend, Indiana

  Wanton Wench Gets a Firm Spanking and a Tender Embrace From Her Fantasy Lover

  When I first saw myself in my new costume, I could hardly believe my eyes. The tightly laced, low-cut red velvet bodice made my breasts swell above the neckline. My cleavage looked deep and inviting. Gathering up my long chestnut-colored hair, I tried to decide how it should look when I performed next week as a maidservant in a Shakespearean comedy with a local amateur theater.

  I turned around in front of the mirror and watched my long black skirt flare out, showing a flash of the white lace petticoat underneath. I raised my skirts to look at my shapely legs in sheer stockings that were held up by a black satin garter belt. My black spike-heeled shoes were not very Shakespearean, but I liked the way they looked with my outfit. Pleased with my appearance, I hoped there would be some single men in the audience. The company I worked for had transferred me a year earlier, and I’d had trouble meeting new people, so it had been a while since I’d gone on a date.

  My nipples hardened in the embrace of the tight fabric. Instantly, I imagined be
ing in the arms of a man who would hold me and squeeze my breasts the way my bodice did. I wanted my fantasy lover to take off my clothes, exposing my skin to his eager eyes and hands.

  Lying on my bed, I reached under my skirts to find the heat between my legs. The crotch of my panties was moist. Then I thought about my new neighbor, Adam, who I’d only met once, briefly. He was good-looking, with wavy salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard. I imagined what might happen if he were to pay me a visit right then…

  The doorbell rang, and I was breathing faster than usual when I opened it. There stood Adam, dressed in faded jeans and a T-shirt.

  “Excuse me, fair maiden,” he said. “I couldn’t help seeing you through your window and thought I’d come over to introduce myself. I’ve brought a bottle of wine, if you’d like to share it with me.”

  I invited him inside and led him to the kitchen, feeling his eyes on me as he set the bottle on the table. “Thank you, kind sir,” I flirted, touching his arm. The heat between us was unmistakable, and there seemed to be no point in beating around the bush. Adam seemed to agree, because he turned and pulled me close to him. My breasts pressed against his chest, and I could feel his muscles through his thin shirt. I knew I probably shouldn’t let a virtual stranger go this far this soon, but I couldn’t resist his manly warmth.

  Wrapping his arms around me, Adam lifted me by the waist, and then he slapped my ass when he put me down. I wished I could have felt his hand on my bottom without all the layers of cloth in between. “Wanton wench,” he said with a chuckle, “you need a spanking for putting on such a public display. But first you need to be kissed.” He pressed his lips to mine and gently slid his tongue into my mouth. I felt as if I would melt, and my pussy practically did, gushing liquid at his touch.